#the falcon straight up cannot hear the falconer | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sherlkore · 2 years ago

Text

Top Gun OC list

Captain Nicolás 'Wraith' Martín

Age: 50

Height: 6'2

Sexuality: Bisexual

-Nicolás, just like Pete, stuck with being a test driver, even though he should've gotten promotion to admiral with the amount of skills he had

-His callsign, Wraith, actually describes the way he flies, he's always out of the enemy's eye, like a ghost, they can hear him but they can't see him, which always gives him the upper hand, which is how he got popular among the other pilots

-He and Pete were chosen to co-teach the Top Gun elite graduates, to which he wasn't happy about because this man ain't got no patience to teach someone literally anything

-He was far more stricter than Pete, even if he seemed like a pretty chill guy, if Pete at least let them think they had the upper hand, Nicolás did not, the man was a straight up terrorist

-Has severe trust issues since he's been betrayed a lot of times by the people he thought were close

-A grumpy uncle who gets soft when drunk, literally, the team almost didn't recognize their strict ass teacher when he was all over Pete, clinging onto him like a koala (they did take pictures)

-He does have a soft spot for Bob, but won't show it since he's a teacher, he cannot show favouritism.

-Basically, he's a loveable asshole with trust issues <3

Lt. Kyla "Falcon" Simpson

Age: 30

Height: 6'1

Sexuality: Lesbian

-Kyla always used to look up to Maverick when she was younger and dreamt of becoming a professional pilot like him. Even though her father, Beau Simpson AKA Cyclone, did not approve of this at first, he later on decided to train her himself after seeing how passionate she was about her dream

-She successfully got into the list of the best pilots and some even told her that she had the potential to be as good as her role model

-People who were jealous of her flying skills used to bully her, saying that she only got accepted to the academy because of her father and that without him she'd be a nobody

-But there were also people who defended her and encouraged her to continue, those people were Natasha Trace and Bradley Bradshaw, her two current best friends

-The three were in the list of the Top Gun elite graduates that were going to take lessons from Maverick himself (To which Kyla totally didn't go crazy about)

-In their first training mission, Kyla got paired up with Hangman and Rooster, Kyle did manage to impress Pete but she was still not good enough to beat him

-To get to her personality, she's competitive as hell, you give her a challenge, she'll accept it no matter what it is

-She's quick on her feet, has good reflexes and mostly relies on her instincts that saves her most of the time

-She's very oblivious to the flirting which is one of the reasons why she's still single (but she's got her eye on someone 👀)

-But overall she's very smart and fun to be around, she can joke around and would never say no to alcohol, but she also knows how to act around certain people

Lt. Neil "Summit" Shortell

Age: 35

Height: 6'2

Sexuality: Bisexual

-So, basically he decided to be a pilot because he thought they were cool, simple as that

-He wasn't suprised when he got accepted to the piloting academy almost immediately, he knows he's a great pilot

-At the academy he befriended Jake Seresin AKA Hangman, but he never was the type to bully others, he just thought he was cool

-He obviously was one of the graduates who got assembled by Cyclone and man was he shocked to see Maverick as their teacher

-At the dogfight training instead of Hangman, he was paired with Phoenix and Bob, he didn't try to show off his skills and focused on beating Maverick himself, but of course just like the others, he failed to do so as well.

-Neil, a very relaxed person, it is difficult to anger or annoy him, some even started joking that he smokes grass, because it is simply impossible to be so relaxed

-Of course, he is not stupid, quite the opposite, he sometimes acts that way on purpose so that he is most often not touched and to be able to watch others to analyze them.

-He is good at reading people at first sight, which gives him the ability to create an awkward atmosphere for them, and in this way he can expose anyone or come up with a plan in advance on how to defeat him, based on the information he has collected

Hope y'all like them, let me know your favourites!! 👀💖

@msrochelleromanofffelton @jackiequick @drspencereidhotch @blueboirick @meirafireshield

#top gun 2 #oc #oc rp #oc story #oc introduction #oc rp group #top gun maverick #top gun maverick oc #top gun rp

17 notes · View notes

stoportotouch · 2 years ago

Text

today, i present to you... a little... and...? le vesconte playlist.

sorry for the slightly silly title but i cannot stress enough how much the relationship between these two has the potential to fuck me up. it really is... little feels too much as a result of his trauma. le vesconte feels too little because of it. and the one time that they could have stood to sympathise with each other or meet in the middle, when ned was at his very lowest, dundy tries but not hard enough.

i. we will commit wolf murder | of montreal

when i die i want you to die too, not try to stay in this all in a dimension without you, spit on this planet without you i envy you because you could believe in things like i never could and, like, dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race.

ii. big black bull comes like a caesar | munly and the lee lewis harlots

when my brother was a child, he was given an animal he raised it up to be a big black bull; it never did low, or pitch, or sway it never ride on the back of a flatbed

iii. we are gods! we are wolves! | le loup

we spent our darkest days howling at the moon, close enough to see our low condition. and did you ever wish that we were one? have you ever known your maker? could you lead your song aloft the mountain tops? you could never swing that dagger.

iv. alexander's feast, part ii: 'revenge, revenge! timotheus cries' | george frederick handel

behold a ghastly band, a ghastly band each a torch in his hand these are grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain and unburied remain: inglorious on the plain.

v. the killing type | amanda palmer

but i would kill to make you feel; i'd kill to move your face an inch i see you staring into space, i want to stick my fist into your mouth and twist your arctic heart

vi. a soreness so familiar it soon becomes unquestioned | crywank

when i sass you with a smile i see you didn't notice the quiver in my voice, the fact my bow is broken i had a nosebleed when i woke up then i didn't go to work i find my problems are all first-world but still i'm feeling hurt am i just a spoiled brat who taught themselves how to cry? who's so preconditioned now all their emotions are a lie? i close my eyes and look inside; no surprise i find nothing. it's people who shape each other and people are disgusting.

vii. alligator teeth | mother falcon

i will turn my friends to gold, for the treasury to hold them safely while they dream and how they dream, if they dream

viii. land of broken promises | iamx

turn the bad blood into good, bring the laughter, bring the love drink again 'cause everyone forgets in the land of broken promises

ix. puppet loosely strung | the correspondents

in the past you would have been seen as a family's disgrace now they think you're putting on a brave face they might fear that one day they'll wear your shoes but you're the one who's laughing; you had nothing to lose

x. great vacation | dirt poor robins

romans and countrymen, please lend me your ears: there's some late-breaking news i know you'd like to hear but the papers won't print it, and the tvs just won't air. nobody gets the word, 'cause there's nobody there.

xi. incident in a medical clinic | rasputina

quite unbelievably, i want someone to be sweet to me when i'm in absolutely horrible pain.

xii. incitatus | mishkin fitzgerald

my left hand is a whip and a bandage, free to choose where the mark or brand is each one knows how to hide in the carnage: hey're hiding, they're hiding. time's running out for the rats in the playground, cut straight down like a thief in a small town shots rack em up, pin a tail on the donkey: you've got a lot to answer for.

xiii. inside of you, in spite of you | thoushaltnot

i am inside of you, in spite of you with strength and sacred grace but for all you do, i'll carry you from this bitter place

xiv. god help you dumb boy | reverend glasseye

'dumb boy, what are you made of?' my eyes are lazy, my skin doth flake. 'then what good can you do?' not so much as men like you. 'dumb boy, what do you see?' a lesser man, coming down on me. 'tell us, what will you do?' i'll let my axe come down on you.

xv. the hand that feeds | the crane wives

i've seen good men spoiled, chained to their jobs like hounds they work, and sleep, and work again; in the darkest nights they howl their cries are a warning to everyone following: no man should stand to work all of his days and have nothing at the end of them.

xvi. what have they done to you now? | daniel knox

what have they done to you now? old familiar friends to fill your heart with grief and agony a little friendly conversation, character assassination i just don't care any more. i don't wanna know.

xvii. we'll all soon be dead | this way to the egress

the pitchfork's in the hay and we'll live another day as long as we can get through one more night this land's getting rotten, and i have to shake my head 'cause the cattle's sick and we'll all soon be dead.

xviii. lullaby | american murder song

troubles, and marks, and sakes to keep blow out the candle and go to sleep. high hang the moon that looks to the west, tied to your pillow, and twice 'round your chest

xix. danse macabre | the oh hellos

xx. my nightmare | phemiec

in my mightmare tonight, i'll see me, all consumed and attempting to sing disharmonious tunes with you asynchronicity, i am in misery i am in misery! what has been done to me?

xxi. hellfire | the mechanisms

your soul is connected to the world you're in you're dragging it down with the weight of your sin surrounded by temptation, and you just give in. we're falling into the flames.

xxii. edward | american murder song

after the spring, you shall find him after the snow leaves the hill after the spring, you shall find him. 'till then, there's no grave to fill.

xxiii. july | american murder song

outside, the tree coughed up blood 'stead of leaves coughs from the floorboards, coughs from the eaves i climbed the coughing tree, noose on my sleeve: i ain't going nowhere; i ain't going going nowhere.

xxiv. no children | the mountain goats

and i hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say and i'd hope that if i found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way.

xxv. leather for hell | bitter ruin

euthanasia is gonna save ya; it's the kindest thing to do and you don't know it yet but every time you take that breath ten thousand other people suffer 'cause they feel the way i do.

xxvi. a deer mistaking candles for headlights | crywank

does the blank stare scare you more than the frown? am i the reason that you feel down? distant yet rational; bringer of rage to get to a level where i will engage i am a tentacle; incapacitated obstacle. i am obsolete and apathetic, thoughtlessly apologetic watch my actions (or lack thereof) negate the person that i said i was.

xxvii. eat you | caravan of thieves

i'm gonna eat you, you're my desire i'm gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire. i'm gonna eat you; cook and defeat you i'm gonna breathe you in my lungs and make you mine.

xxviii. destroy everything you touch | unwoman

destroy everything you touch today. destroy me this way anything that may desert you, so it cannot hurt you you only have to look behind you, at who's undermined you destroy everything you touch today. please. destroy me this way.

xxix. heretic pride | the mountain goats

i want to cry out, but i don't scream and i don't shout and i feel so proud to be alive and i feel so proud when the reckoning arrives.

xxx. pump shanty | the mechanisms

a transport mission, gone awry attacked by cole and left to fry is no excuse, boys, let us cry: "today is not the day we die!"

xxxi. bremen | pigpen theatre co.

but how long did we think we could walk, we could sing before our voices gave out and our limbs gave in on the road, on the road, on the road, on the road, on the way, on the way, on the way to bremen, to bremen, to bremen

xxxii. automatonic electronic harmonics | steam powered giraffe

i am not an unimaginable thing; my thoughts are tangible though they're full of springs i don't have the heart to send you untruthful words my skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth

xxxiii. never love an anchor | the crane wives

there are times when i still wonder about you: you are someone i have loved, but never known and you'll never see the reasons i had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you. i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel: i am all the things they might have said to you do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why they never soothed your fevers

xxxiv. my mom | kimya dawson

and he goes limp in your arms all the peoples' mouths are moving all you hear are car alarms and you wake up and start to cry i will lose my shit if even one more person i know dies so please don't die.

xxxv. allies or enemies | the crane wives

remember when i could tell you not to smile when you were mad and you would always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end now you're not so quick to forget -- are we allies or enemies what happens now, do we have another go do we bow out and take our separate roads i'll admit, i've had my doubts, but i want to be let in, not out

xxxvi. beneath the brine | the family crest

now my heart is bound, like a plague upon this sound and oh, it slips away, such soft decay -- then it grows oh, young love, young dear, why have you taken me from the fall all of my love, all of my life, given to you, sacrificed stay clear of the wreckage: she goes down, down, down

xxxvii. mars | sleeping at last

though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end by slowing down enough: a second chance to make amends so we found our way back home, let our cuts and bruises heal while a brand-new war began, a war that no-one else could feel

xxxviii. dance while the sky crashes down | jason webley

like that, the earth begins to quiver, and all the oceans turn to black a ship of maniacs with knives are playing blackjack with their lives to kill the time until the giant rats attack it's raining leprosy and acid; the saints were taken out and shot when someone proffers you a pear you sink your teeth in unaware that just beneath the skin lies pestilence and rot

xxxix. animal skin | bryan dunn

i can see it in their eyes: they're coming for you, honey painted faces, sharpened knives. do you think it's funny if you dress it up, you'll have to break it in but you never look better than when you wear your animal skin

xl. love, love, love | the mountain goats

love, love is gonna lead you by the hand into a white and soundless place now we see things as in a mirror, dimly then, we shall see each other face to face and way out in seattle young kurt cobain snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet through his brain snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above some moments last forever, but some flair out with love, love, love

#ollie considers #the terror #edward little #dundy

4 notes · View notes

7serendipities · 2 years ago

Text

Freyja’s Falcon Flights: To Idunna’s Apple Grove

It’s the waxing half moon again, and so I’ve gone to Freyja and been shown another journey path to share with you all. And as before, this is based on my experience, and I’m offering it to the community in case it’s helpful or resonates with some of you. If you’re used to doing journeys from a script, great! Otherwise feel free to have some one read it to you, or record yourself reading it. Edit the intro and expand the outro if you need to, but please leave the middle intact, and don’t share the recording without telling them where to find my original post!

I recommend lighting devotional candles and/or making small offerings (perhaps a libation) before you begin, for both Freyja and Idunna. Prepare yourself however you normally would, yo do work at an altar. For my part, that usually means wearing one of my devotional hair ribbons and perhaps donning magical jewelry, and acquiring something to go over my head while I journey.

Falcon Flight: To Idunna’s Apple Grove

Begin in stillness, and quiet, and darkness. Find your center, and align yourself with earth and sky. As you stare at the darkness behind your eyes, feel and see as mist swirls up from the ground, obscuring everything around you. After a moment, it begins to part, leaving you standing in a flowery meadow.

When you arrive in the meadow, take a moment to observe around you, turning until you see a path. At the entrance to the path are two shrubs, and as you move on that direction, you see trees as well. Shrubs give way to trees and undergrowth on either side of the path, getting taller and denser as you move onward, until they join overhead into an arch, forming a tunnel of trees that slopes downward, getting denser and darker.

Eventually, you notice that the path has become flat, and then it begins to rise. Now the trees are thinning again, branches giving way to brightness, and as the trees again give way to shrubs, you see a gate in front of a wide plain and beyond it, the great world tree. If you have any guides or guardians you wish to accompany you, ones who can join you in flight, call to them now, before you step through the gate and make your way towards the tree.

As you approach the World Tree, circle around it clockwise, until you see an opening beneath one of the great roots. Duck under this root and enter the tunnel beneath. There is hard dirt packed beneath your feet, and the entire tunnel seems to have been hewn from that same clay-rich dirt and sandstone. Not as many feet come this way — the floor is still rough in places, so watch your step as you continue forward. There are torches set into sconces in the rough hewn walls, and their light looks like fire but you feel no heat as we continue past, and you smell no smoke or pitch.

The tunnel curves gently and then begins to rise in a gradual incline, ending in a doorway, two huge stones on either side and capped with a third. Touch one gently as you step out into the fresh air — these are worn by the elements and smooth to the touch. If you look back to the entrance, you will notice that on this side, the tunnel leads into what looks like a large burial mound, standing alone in a large clearing, though the forest is slowly encroaching from all sides.

Smell the air — the pine sap scent is strong, and your nose can tell there is moving water somewhere nearby, even if your ears cannot yet hear it. Now you should continue, following a clear trail deeper into the forest. Your footfalls are muffled by pine needles, and the air seems still. The scent and after a while the sound of water is to your left as you walk, and after a short time, you arrive at a fork, with three paths to choose from.

One path curves to the left, and you can just make out a bridge over a creek in the distance. The one to the right seems to vanish into the trees. Continue down the middle path, which leads straight ahead. After a while, the trees seem to thin a bit, and the underbrush grows less tangled. There is a little smoke in the sky, above the rise of the hill, as though it comes from a hearth-fire, and you follow the path towards it.

As the path reaches the edge of the forest, and the pine needles give way to a large open field, your eyes are drawn to the great hall. It is large, and you know at once to whom it belongs. This is Freyja’s Hall, Sessrumnir, and you are in Folkvangr. Approach the door, and when the guard calls out his challenge, announce yourself and your purpose. He will stand aside and let you in.

Inside, you see no one but Freyja. Approach her, and give her the offering you brought for her. She will give you a golden cloak in return, a smaller version of her great cloak, and she will lead you outside. Experience the thrill of being transformed into a bird!

As a falcon, follow your Lady, circling ever higher until your sharp eyes spot a cottage and a circle of trees. As Freyja in her falcon form banks sharply to begin her descent, follow closely and land in a low branch in a tree across from the front door of the cottage. Leap down when Freyja instructs you to, and marvel as you land on your normal feet again. Follow her into Idunna’s cottage, and when you are inside, give Idunna the offering you have brought for her. In return, she will hand you an apple and may instruct you to peel or slice it. Do as she says, and then offer it for her inspection. Listen as she explains your omen.

When she gets up, follow her and Freyja outside. Notice how the air feels and smells - you’ve been led to a small ring of apple trees, which bear flowers, leaves, and fruit at all stages of growth. Listen as Idunna sings to the trees: “Apples, apples, grow on my trees… Apple blossoms, feed my bees…”

Only she can tell the types of apples apart - some for the gods that they never wither, some for the elves to use to heal, others for humans to change their luck. If you have a question for Idunna, ask it now, and listen carefully for the answer.

Thank her when she is finished speaking, and then turn to Freyja. If you have any questions for Freyja, ask them now, and listen carefully for the answer.

When she is finished talking, she will change both of you back to falcons for the flight back to Folkvangr. Delight in the sensations of it! Earlier you flew to arrive swiftly - now, fly for the joy of it! When you are ready to change back to your human shape, land on the roof of Sesrumnir, and wait for your Lady to make the change. Then you can slide down, and land on the soft grass.

When you are finished with your time in that other place, go back the way you came: through the forest, to the mound, through the mound-tunnel and out from under the root, across the plain, and back to the gate, through the tunnel of trees, and back to the meadow. Then the mist will swirl up again, and take you back to your body.

#Freyja #Falcon Flights #guided journey #journey work #trancework #Idunna

2 notes · View notes

charnelhouse · 3 years ago

Note

HOW DARE U get me into michael myers AND make me realise i’m a monster f*cker via. eddie brock/venom. that should be illegal. ANYWAY… spare some thoughts on venom/eddie? maybe like sleepy morning sex or sumn??

A/N: Eddie Brock x Venom x F!Reader. Rough Sex. Semi-public bathroom sex. DP. BJ. Size Kink. Jealous!Venom. Appearances from other Avengers. This is absolute chaos and I am deeply inspired by how many people wanted to fuck Venom in Venom 2. Justice for making monster fuckers canon in the mcu!

“Stop,” Eddie growls. “She’s not with us anymore.”

“Yes,” Venom hisses. “She is with that small, ugly man with the metal arm.”

“He’s bigger than me.”

“Details,” Venom snaps. “Details that are unimportant! With me - you are huge - you are gargantuan.”

“I doubt she is with any of them...romantically.”

“He touched her butt. I saw it!”

“I’m sure he didn’t. She works with them.”

“I will eat him. I will eat the second and the third with that stupid fur coat.”

“You won’t.”

“I will take the coat for us!”

“Venom. You cannot eat them - they’re the good guys.”

“Then - I will send a very mean letter to HR.”

“Why?”

“If he is her colleague then he should not be touching her butt. Her butt is for us.”

“You need to really take a breather right now.”

“No. Never give up. Never surrender. She wants us back.”

Eddie watches you follow the three other men through the bar. Avengers business, he bets. He recognized two of them - that soldier and the hawk - no wait, the falcon? Whatever. The music is too much for Venom and he is pulsing beneath his skin - wrapping tight around his bones. He didn’t know you’d be here - in Madripoor of all places. This had been for him - another opportunity to do some investigative journalism into the black market that was currently running the city. He liked the break - the freshness of a new location. The wind was hot - the sky remained pregnant with dark clouds and the streets perpetually glimmered with sheets of rain.

It smelled like hothouse flowers and sweat and tangy liquor. The open-air food markets had been ideal for Venom and his unquenchable hunger.

“Perhaps we should kiss her - she likes kisses.”

“That’s assault.”

“We could ask first.”

You smile brightly at the soldier - at the falcon - before you pin the third man with a dubious glare. Still full of sass and vinegar and Eddie had liked that - Venom had liked that. You were powerful and soft and drank the both of them down without a thought - a question. You didn’t run - didn’t cower.

“I’ve seen worse,” you had said against his ear. “I’m a big girl.”

You had pressed your mouth to Eddie’s - parted your lips over his - tongue sliding along the roof of his mouth. “C’mon, Brock,” you purred. “The both of you can take me. I want you to.”

That memory hits him out of nowhere -hits him hard and it must be straight from Venom because he can already feel arousal swilling around his guts - his cock hardening and his symbiote chuckling greedily as he blasts Eddie with even more molten-pornographic images: you spread out before him on the floor of his apartment - you on all fours with the both of them stuffed inside every single one of your holes - you arching against Venom’s tentacles that have you tied to the bed - your strength coiling and restless and grinding inside the shell of your skin. You tug roughly against his black glittering appendages and - impossibly - free yourself from them.

“You got out,” Venom had screeched - stunned.

“So you can catch me,” you had grinned as excitement sizzled champagne warm all within the expanse of his and Venom’s chest.

“Stop it,” Eddie barks as he curls his fingers into fists - as he stabs his blunt nails into his palms. “Stop it -stop it - fucking shit - I don’t want to see that -”

Venom’s voice is outraged - incredulous - as if it is impossible you should be anywhere, but with him - them.

“I do not understand why you are not angrier! They are not allowed to feel the warm, tight -”

“Venom,” he roars. “STOP IT.”

“Eddie?” He hears from somewhere behind him. He closes his eyes - praying that it’s some random acquaintance from SF - anyone fucking else. But when he turns - it’s you as he suspected. Of course - it’s you. You in tight pants and a tighter top that is very unprofessional and then the quick realization that oh you must be undercover and then oh fuck he’s blown it for you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest - your hip jutted out. “What are you doing here, Brock?”

“Oh hi,” he grins with that high-pitched strain he gets when he’s trying not to fall apart or lose his cool. “Hi - wow - you look - you look great. Funny to see you here of all places - are those your friends? They seem-” His eyes dart over your shoulder to the puzzled expressions branded across your partners’ faces. “- very nice - very annoyed, too.”

Your brow furrows.

“I’m - I’m here doing a - a piece on some black market stuff - real DL activity if you - if you know anything or have any tips seeing as you have the government in your pocket? Or is that not a thing anymore with the Accords business?” He swallows. “Just - FYI - I didn’t follow you here like some crazed ex stalker.”

Your lips peel apart - your teeth white and bright as you smile broadly.

She wants us. She is looking very delicious.

“Shut it.”

(Did he say that out loud?)

Her smile widens. “Hi, Venom.”

“Victory! She wants us - wants us right this second - I can smell her. Tell her hi from me - tell her that I’d like to taste her -”

“He says hi,” Eddie manages as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

“Just hi?” she asks thoughtfully. “Usually - it’s something far cruder.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay, maybe it was.”

You step closer to him - swaying - gliding - your eyes coaxing and heavy-lidded and then you put your hands on his chest. His heart thumps with Venom’s - fast and fluttering against the curve of your palm. “I missed you,” you murmur - your tongue darting over your lower lip. Venom groans inside him - begins to nudge his veins and flow free as he blossoms within the hard case of Eddie’s body. “I missed you both.”

“You didn’t call,” Eddie mutters and it’s not just him - it’s Venom in his mouth - asking for them. Why why why did you go in the night and just leave a note - a scrawl of text that didn’t mean anything and he had to see your face on a television screen weeks later because The Avengers saved the planet one more time and you didn’t allow him - them - to follow.

She is begging for it - I can sense it between her legs. It is dripping. We must take her - take her now - take her away. We must - we must -

“Can I make it up to you?” you whisper - tilting your head - your face so close that he can count the strokes of your lashes.

“What about your friends?”

You shrug. “It’s their case. They’ll figure it out.”

“Really?”

“They have to go get info from some mob leader or something. I’ll catch up with them later.”

Eddie glances over your head. He must look nervous because you touch his jaw gently - bring his attention back to you. “They literally broke out a war criminal from prison without my knowledge so they can just deal with this little situation all on their own. Their big boys. It’ll be fine.”

Stop being such a twerp, Eddie!! Who cares! Let them rot!

You pat his cheek affectionately. “Plus - I’ve got a big bad Symbiote to come in and save the day if need be.”

She does! Although - I will not save those puny men unless we get a treat in return.

“Okay,” he replies - his fingers trembling as they catch at your waist - your shirt. You smell like jasmine - like the rain-soaked air that sings through the neon lights of this chaotic city. He can savor the spill of sugar from the cocktail you’d been nursing - it sticks to the plush skin around your lips. He peers over you one more time to find the soldier dude and the bird guy and the apparent war criminal staring at you dumbfounded - clearly not aware that you had just asked him - them - to fuck you. They probably don’t even know who he is - what is inside him. If only they did - if only they knew that we could tear them apart - pull them to bits and strings and eat their brains.

“Where?” he asks suddenly - his breath riding his throat. His chest heaving as you thread your fingers through his shorn hair and scratch it just where Venom likes - the symbiote purrs inside his lungs - behind his nose - oh we have missed her - we have missed her - and her soft baby-skin - her plump little cunt - her slick - her come -

“Where?” Eddie rasps - dragging you flush to his body. “Where can - where?”

She grins.

***

It is the both of them at first. Eddie and Venom. Venom and Eddie. You guide them to a bathroom in some lost corner - where the music doesn’t singe their ears - crunch their nervous systems. The walls and floor are red - violent red - reminds them of blood and tissue and viscera and it strengthens Venom’s hunger.

Eddie lifts you onto the sink - rucks your pants down to your ankles. Venom’s tongue finds the slit of your sex - curls right behind the gauzy material of your panties. He laps in a way that makes you buck against him - makes you streak your nails across Eddie’s shoulders - his abdomen. “Oh fuck,” you whine. “Oh - oh shit right there.”

Eddie keeps his thumb to the swollen peak of your clit. He flicks and swirls as Venom sinks his tongue into the clutch of your cunt. Eddie can feel it - feel the salt-touched flex of your fever-warm walls clench and spasm around the meat of Venom’s tongue. He dies for your mewls - your whimpers - the way that Venom can turn you into a puddle - can make you melt.

You come fast as you always do. You grind into them - into Eddie’s fingers and Venom’s seeking mouth. You fall to your knees and pluck at Eddie’s belt - tug and mess with the band off his jeans until you get them down far enough that his cock bobs against your cheek. You wrap your lips around him - taking him to the hilt - taking him all the way. You torture him with the delicious suction of your mouth. Unforgiving. Sopping. Flame-hot. He can feel the head push up against the back of your throat and that must be a gift - a superpower because you don’t even sputter. Your eyes water a little and his hands find your hair and there are the pornographic wet squelching noises of his cock on your tongue - bouncing and echoing off the bathroom tile.

Venom turns - appears behind Eddie - with Eddie. “Good girl,” he says in that low-pitched voice. “Perfect, pretty girl always swallows us so well. Will you try for me - try to take me again.”

You blink up at him - rounded eyes and spit-shine mouth and you release Eddie’s cock with a pop. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes - Venom - give me it.”

Venom takes over completely - his head punching up against the ceiling - the cock between his legs utterly enormous and fat and glistening. He can make it any way he wants and he likes to challenge you - see how far you will go for him.

He knows it is too much for your mouth, but you try - you can’t even circle your fingers all the way around, but you can press your lips to the sensitive head - you can tease the slit with your tongue - skate your teeth over the vein. He hums with pleasure - his chest rumbling as he pets your hair.

“We missed you,” he husks. “We missed you, little one. You are ours.”

You gurgle around him - drool and gag. There is desperation wrinkling your brow. Sweat beading your hairline. Venom licks it away. It is a sight - to see you on your knees for them - to see you trying to stuff Venom’s impossibly huge cock into your sweet mouth. It does something to him - it churns his gut and makes him nearly find his release.

Look at her. Look. She is frantic for us - wet and hot and sweet and tight and she needs us - needs us - needs us -

He lifts you up into his arms - his claws carefully tracing along the bare skin beneath your shirt. Your tits quivering with your overwhelmed huffs of breath. He knocks his face against your own - his tongue gliding along your jaw. “How do you want it, sweetness? How do you want us?”

“Both,” you plead - shaky and weak with the rising climb of another orgasm. “Both - both inside me.”

Your fingers scramble over his shoulders - his muscles - he twists and unfurls and becomes Eddie once more. He captures your mouth in a hungry kiss - more insistent and panicked and messy than anything else. There is no finesse - no reason or grace because he wants to consume you. He tangles his tongue with your own - slips it over the roof of your mouth - drinks you down until you are panting against his teeth.

Venom returns - Venom combines with Eddie and his black appendages burst from Eddie’s back - tickle and tease you. They rip your shirt down and latch to the pert buds of your nipples - they find your throat and suck marks - brands - ours ours ours -

Eddie’s jeans are gone and he clasps you under your thighs - spreads you open. He drops his hips before driving up - pushing through the mouth of your cunt until he’s balls deep. The band of your panties cuts into the ridge of his length - created an aching pressure. He presses and pushes and goes inch by inch until he hits the end of you. You choke -

“More, Eddie. More - more. Venom.”

“We will fill you up, tasty girl. We will fill all your little holes -”

He breaches your ass with one slimy appendage - not too big - just enough to stretch you impossibly wide. He’s got you half off the sink - balancing you on a knife’s edge. Venom holds you up like it’s nothing - like you are a feather - a cloth-doll. He uses another tentacle to suckle at your clit - to flick in time with each snap of Eddie’s hips. His cock overwhelms you - pulls you apart with fast, blunt strokes. He’s thick - large for a human.

“I know it’s a lot,” Eddie mumbles as he kisses the corner of your mouth - your cheek - your ear. “I know it’s too much, but you can handle it.”

You nod fervently - clutching at his biceps - wrapping your arms around him as you press your face into his neck. Venom’s voice is guttural - possessive - it crashes into you.

“Those other men are nothing,” he growls - deadly and filled with his jealousy. “Can they fuck you like this? Ruin you like this?”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth - unable to answer. You’re gone - eyes rolling and unfocused as you cling to them both. Venom steps back - pulls Eddie with them - leaving you empty and boneless and before you can complain at the loss - he flips you over and forces you against the sink. He grasps your hips and cracks his hand across your ass.

“Answer,” he orders. “Answer or you won’t get anymore.”

You drop your brow against your forearms - your skin is flushed hot to the touch. You grind back against him. “They’re not - they can’t,” you moan - the tickle of a sob. “No one can fuck me like you can - like you both can. No one.”

Damn right. Venom sings it - celebratory and joyful and it reverberates through Eddie’s skull. It’s comical, really. His enthusiasm for you. His softness and want for this girl that is beyond them both.

Venom’s tentacles caress your back - your waist and the curve of your breasts. He teases between your legs - slipping inside before drawing back. He thrusts another slowly into your ass until you accept him - until it goes inside without a hitch. Eddie follows, pushing back into your cunt - his cock scraping across your drenched core - your velvet heat. They don’t go easy on you. They ride you until it hurts - until you bruise beneath their calloused fingers and claws and scream against the back of your hand.

One climax. A second. You are slippery down your thighs - the loud liquid-suck of your cunt and ass accepting them again and again - over and over - their pace too much - too fast - inhuman. They don’t let up - give in -

“We will mark you all over, little one,” Venom praises - soothes. “We will show that you are ours - you are ours and no one else's. The others will see you covered in it - yes - yes - do you hear that - do you hear your delicious cunt fit us - your ass take us - you wet, wet thing - you taste like chocolate -”

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #venom imagine #venom x reader #venom fanfiction #eddie brock x female reader #eddie brock #eddie brock x you #mcu #marvel #venom #venom x reader x eddie brock #venom x female reader

6K notes · View notes

kikilefangirl · 4 years ago

Text

Here To Stay

Sam Wilson x reader

(Reader is Tony Stark’s, and I cannot stress this enough, very GROWN adopted daughter, who was snapped during Infinity War. TFATWS spoilers ahead!)

(Word Count: 1k)

It was hot, muggy, and you couldn’t wait to get back in your bed at home after this.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s GPS had guided you to a small country house like only you’d seen in the movies.

Before you could make it to the porch, three curious faces peaked out from the screen door. It was a woman and two kids. They scattered into the house’s interior as Sam Wilson stepped outside.

He wore a thin, dark colored t-shirt and jeans. Sweat dripped from his brow, shining against the Louisiana sun.

“Wrong house.” Sam announced. He had an easy half smile that hovered somewhere between curiosity and reluctance. You purse your lips, and cocked your head to the side.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, disable location. Falcon protocol, Redwing protocol. Voice activation authorized. Stark, Y/N.” You ordered. The AI replied and went to work, finally in proximity with the Falcon suit to do so.

Sam cautiously approached you, and snorted.

“Only Tony Stark’s child would come down here barking orders, wearing high heels on wet grass.”

You glanced down at your pumps, “I always wear heels.”

Your dad never expected anything less. Tony Stark was nothing if not flamboyant and you had taken after him in that respect.

“If you fall, I’m laughing.” Sam joked as he led you inside. To your credit, you were perfectly steady as you trudged through the grass and up the front steps.

As the two of you settled into the living room, you got right to the point.

“Steve gave you that shield, Sam.” You said, plainly. You were nothing if not blunt. You decided that it was a side effect of your last name, probably made worse after the snap.

Sam shook his head and clasped his hands together. A thick vein pulsed on his temple as he formulated a response. It wasn’t humility or politeness—Sam didn’t seem like they type for either— it was shame. An intense shame.

“They have their guy, now. So you can go on back home and leave well enough alone. Take a plate with you, my sister made it.” With his downturned eyes, jaw clenching and unclenching in the silence, Sam Wilson sat slumped in the chair.

You slammed your palm on the wall, the sound piercing through the house. Like the soldier he was, Sam didn’t react to your outburst, but that didn’t stop you from going off.

“The U.S. government can have your black ass in those wings running covert ops off the Libyan border with no paper trail, but they can’t let you keep that shield?”

Your question chipped away at Sam’s armor, applying the necessary pressure. You knew the feeling—the creeping thought at the back of your mind, the lingering worry that your best couldn’t compare. Sam’s face hardened after each word but he needed to hear them, especially from someone who could understand his plight.

“You’re the big dog now, Wilson. Are you really gonna let them keep you the mantle you earned? When it wasn’t even theirs to give away?” You went on. Your heels clacked against the rickety hardwood as you paced back and forth.

You swallowed hard, not letting the bitterness fester. You loved Morgan, and getting to know her after having been snapped and missing her whole life, was how you reconnected with the regular world. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting when people wrote articles about how Tony Stark was survived by his wife Pepper, daughter Morgan, and no mention of you in there.

“It doesn’t feel like mine.” Sam admitted. He kept staring straight ahead, you could see the thoughts swirling in his head.

“It’s not theirs either, so fuck them and build your own legacy.” You said, matter of factly.

You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh. But ever since you came back, you had trouble self editing. To make up for it, you placed a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.

He looked up at you so sincerely that it caught you off guard. His warm eyes were different than what you were used to—Sam radiated comfort, even when he was the one hurting the most. He gave you an unsure smile, but he was still leaning towards you. A strange feeling came over you as you felt the thick muscle underneath his shirt, making you snatch your hand away and straighten up. Heat rushed through your cheeks uncontrollably—you silently prayed he didn’t notice.

“Um, uh, I have the shield’s location as well as the location of the one and only Bucky Barnes at the ready. The two of you have a tight window of opportunity, so take full advantage.”

As you rambled on, Sam became less and less hopeless. Relief washed over his features, and it calmed you down, too. You had pierced through his resignation, and got him out of his head.

He suddenly met your eyes with an apologetic gaze.

“We didn’t speak at the funeral. I’m—”

“You weren’t my dad’s favorite person, either, Wilson.” You cut him off. His sympathy didn’t make you feel better. You had seen the Iron Man murals and memorials and tributes all across the globe and they hadn’t, either. But Sam’s admission did make you feel like a real person, and no one else’s sorry ever caught your attention for that.

You nodded at him. Sam smiled for real this time, and noticed how his gap was more pronounced up close. It was a charming addition to an already handsome face.

“It’s a new world, and I’ve gotta do my part then.” He declared. There was a shift in him, a glimpse at what might have been optimism.

“Then get dressed, we’ve got work to do.” You replied.

Sam shot you an amused glance, looking you up and down. You caught him in the act and smirked. As you turned on your heel and headed for the door, you couldn’t resist calling him out in it.

“Stop staring at my ass in here, stare at it on the plane. I’ll be in the car.”

You smiled at the implication, imagining what Sam’s reaction was as you slipped out the door and back out into the world.

He was right—it was a new world. And you needed to do something to move it along, starting by reconnecting the shield with its rightful owner.

172 notes · View notes

saipng · 3 years ago

Text

okokokok so i don’t typically make these kinds of posts like. ever BUT since mortie and i just came back from the cinema i simply have to. as your resident professional batman connoisseur and insufferable bastard, i believe i am obliged legally - so here it is:

my review for the batman (2022) (starring robpot) (spoilers ahead)(also pretty darn long ahead):

let me just quickly preface this by saying that i did genuinely and truly enjoy the movie a lot, but i do also think it had pretty serious flaws. here, the good and the not so good will be mixed in together and i’m writing these points chronologically and/or as they pop up in my brain. ok leggo:

first of all, this movie has to be watched as a comedy. it CANNOT be taken seriously under any circumstance. if you begin to watch it as a straight-faced drama, everything is lost. it becomes an insufferable, stupid, long movie. this is a COMEDY

robpat’s batman was fun. i am very strongly on the fence about his portrayal, but since this is a comedy, i think i’m gonna say that i like it. his batman listens to nirvana and tells alfred ‘you’re not my DAD’ unironically. his batman never kissed a girl before. his batman doesn't leave his cave, doesn’t bother to wash off his eyeliner, and eats doritos and mountain dew when alfred isn’t looking. his batman is 17 years old and also me when i haven’t left my house for 3 months in a row. his batman is a wet shaking chihuahua that is also a looney tunes character and his batman is GREAT.

that being said, i simply CANNOT believe that this is batman after 2 years of doing his vigilante act. if you told me this is his third month on the job i’d be like ‘yeah, that checks out’. but two whole years??? that’s a significant amount of time. the fact that this 28-29 year old man is acting the way he is (towards alfred, out in public, towards selina, towards kids, etc) after TWO YEARS of fighting crime on the daily? impossible.

well okay not impossible but it makes him seem like a huge shithead (and like. a huge creep. why did he watch selina like that. why did he keep staring at the kid like that. bruce plz)

i mean i get it, i do - they had to integrate gordon and police work into this, and it wouldn’t have worked with batman month 3. but then his character feels really really wrong. but hey, this is a comedy so i’ll let it slide

besides, watching him eat shit and faceplant into concrete is fun as hell

the AESTHETIC. oh my GOD if there is one thing the movie nailed entirely it’s the feel of gotham. desolate poverty clashing with high rise buildings, people trying to live their lives as horrible things keep happening around them, those who still have hope and strive for change against all odds, echos of the past still haunting every single corner of the city. the techno music of the iceberg lounge contrasted against the worn architecture of falcone’s office. wayne’s gothic castle contrasted against the modernity of batman’s gadgets. the red and black. fuck, the read and black….. yeah i have no notes there. everything is perfect.

mortie: you know what they should’ve called the iceberg lounge

me: what

mortie: club penguin

me: oh my god

the score too!!! the score is AMAZING. the theme is haunting the movie, like batman haunts gotham, and the mix of church bell tolls against the violins…. goodness me. ive been listening on repeat since i stepped out of the cinema

the storyline itself was actually decent enough (i bet you're already like 'huh???' but hear me out here).

for what it was aiming for, i think it was alright. i did like the wayne family aspects of it, and that it wasn’t as clean as it was always made out to be. this is kinda like what they did in the first season of telltale’s batman (only telltale did it better imo lol). the fights were very well choreographed, the situation was intriguing, all the aspects converged together in the end.

so yeah, it was FUN. and that’s the most important part, isn't it. did it actually make sense? i honestly don’t know at this point. so for what they did with the plot - sure, let’s say it kinda worked, yeah.

now what DIDNT work was The Riddler. oh my fucking fuck the riddler. why. just why.

why did they make him like that. where did they pull this characterization out of. please point me to a comic book where this happens because i was. so insanely confused. i’m actually gonna go on a huge tangent here so brace yourselves.

so we all know (or at least i know, or at least i THINK i know and i dont even know if i know anymore-) who riddler is in the comic books (and the games for that matter). he’s a narcissist and an egoist. in every iteration, he’s out for himself and himself only. his greatest desire in life is to prove himself the smartest there ever was. to feed his ego. that’s pathetic enough on its own, but what makes it even more pathetic is that he desires to prove himself smarter than batman - which he isn’t. let me reiterate this again - batman outwits him at every turn, solves his every convoluted puzzle and riddle, is always one step ahead of him, and that is the staple of their dynamic. riddler is NOT as smart as batman but he desperately wants to be and that is what drives him to commit the shit he commits. he is vengeful against those that wronged him, sure, but when the hell did riddler start caring about justice????? why is that a thing???? this is a man who only ever was out for himself, so making him this. vigilante twitch streamer is. a choice.

it is definitely a choice.

i did like that they kept him pathetic (cuz he is (affectionate)), but that actually has nothing to do with his intellect or his constant dick measuring contest with batman. no, in this iteration, riddler is all but coming onto batman, and batman rejects him, and that’s what makes him a sad little meow meow. which, again, is ridiculous (nothing to do with shipping, i promise, ship your barriddles to all your hearts' desires or whatever their shipname is).

it's ridiculous because in this fucking movie, he actually outwits batman. riddler literally says ‘you’re not as smart as i thought you were’ and in this case, it’s not mockery, it’s true. batman failed to notice a critical piece of the puzzle. batman was outsmarted.

honestly, robpat’s batman is.... just kinda dumb compared to your usual batmans and that’s…. well, ngl, thats pretty disappointing, considering it is also a core part of his character. (also batman didn't think to just use google translate for spanish. really. well. O.K.)

honestly, in this instance, riddler quite literally won.

his only loss was batman being like ‘um, sorry, i’m not looking to date anyone rn :\ also i kinda hate u’ and embarrassing riddler making him go all 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeee maaaaarriiiiiiiiiaaaaaaa'

and - AND!!!! don’t even get me STARTED on him figuring out batman’s identity. that is such. total. utter. horseshit.

it is a STAPLE of riddler’s character that he cannot guess who batman is. it is his vital flaw that makes him who he is. he cannot crack batman. he is too self important, too much of a megalomaniac to realize batman’s true identity. he’d never connect bruce wayne to batman. never. his ego wouldn’t let him. not on his own. and yet, this riddler just. knows.

how? well. yknow. reasons.

also can i just say his costume was fucking dumb as shit. why. like. why. he is a gimmicky villain, give him his gimmicky suit. not like. a ski mask. i mean cmon man.

yeah so riddler was a huge disappointment and he’s like. a good 25% of the movie so that’s sad. (not sayign anything about the actor btw paul dano did great with what he was given.)

(and that is 500 followers on twitch)

catwoman, on the other hand, was phenomenal. i actually adored everything about her personality. even her relationship with bruce was alright, no matter how much i dont care for batcat. like selina gave it her all - and then batman just stood there like 📷 _📷 99% of the time.

we love a man who never interacted with a woman before.

i just wish selina's mask wasn't a ripped up beanie cuz cmon. really. you can give her a super sexy cool suit but not a sexy cool mask. man forreal.

why does everybody's mask suck.

(that being said, batman's costume was one of the best we've seen in movies, but i still dont get why they don't just use white glowing lenses for his eyes. why bother with the eyeliner. it's so dumb. just make his eyes fully blue or white. it's not a hard solution.)

the penguin was also so so so so so SO good i actually gasped when i saw him what phenomenal casting + makeup and wardrobe work im still floored

but also speaking of penguin - what the heck was thAT CAR CHASE SCENE. WHY WAS IT SO LONG. WHY DID IT CUT EVERY 3 SECONDS. DID ANYONE UNDERSTAND LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT WAS HAPPENING THERE. WHY WAS IT SO LONG. THEY COULD'VE MADE IT AT LEAST 5 MINUTES SHORTER THAN IT WAS.

and honestly, they could've made the whole movie at least 50 minutes shorter than it was cuz like holy crap 3 hours. THREE entire hours. i nearly pissed myself cuz i didnt wanna move from my seat but i had to give up and go to the bathroom eventually. this movie had absolutely no business being 3 hours long. i think you can cut out at least 20 minutes of robpat staring into space alone.

ngl tho, they werent a boring three hours. if they come out with uncensored version on bluray, you bet im rewatching.

honestly that whole final segment was a messsss. i didn't see the explosions (bathroom break), but i came back when the flood was happening and it was all like. ok? so this is what's going on now?

the batman fighting scenes there were COOL (all of them were oh so COOL, actually) but besides that, it was just. a mess.

his dramatic jump into the water. why did he do it like that. i straight up thought he was offing himself when he jumped.

tho the imagery in the water WAS cool (again, nailing the aesthetics)

mortie: this movie is goddamn biblical

morite: *not ten seconds later* lost in the sauce

the final scenes were all sorts of confusing too, but at that point i gave up trying to make sense of any of it and began thinking of telltale batman season 2 and how i wanna replay it again

as you might have guessed, as an S-Tier Simp and Gremlin, i was delighted to see joker (yet) again. From the silhouette alone his appearance seems fanfuckingtastic and im ecstatic to see what comes next - even if everyone is tired of joker nowadays, and him being in arkham already doesn't even make sense

but whatever, i'll take it

i wanna see margot robbie's harley interact with robpat btw. well, robpat's batman, but he's jsut robpat to me, we're on a first name basis.

great movie, hilarious, 8/10

#if you read it all congratulations you get a prize #if you havent why do you hate me #the batman #the batman 2022 #robert pattinson #sure im gonna tag it with everything why not

14 notes · View notes

dracowars · 4 years ago

Text

stupid | poe dameron

pairing: poe x reader

word count: 1,2k

summary: where y/n and poe get into a stupid argument, but forget about it when y/n gets hurt

a/n: my first ever poe imagine and it is a winter related one, yayy~ found this idea on a prompt list by @verobird

warnings: cursing

universe: star wars

You do not know how you managed to get to this point again.

In the morning everything still seemed to be perfectly fine. You were assigned to a short mission to Kijimi, really nothing big, just to get some information and leave again. And now you are on Kijimi, but a little different from what you expected.

"Just because you had to be so freaking stubborn again! Can you not let your damn ego get in the way for once?", you angrily yell at Poe, your boyfriend who also happens to be the General of the Resistance.

"Excuse me? I saved your life, Y/N!", he responds, equally aggressive as you right now.

"That is what you think! I had everything perfectly under control and now our informant is dead. Because you could not stick to the plan!", you rant, pacing up and down in front of him as you try to control the burning anger inside of you.

As soon as you arrived on the cold planet of Kijimi with the Falcon, you instantly realized that it would not be such an easy mission after all. Stormtroppers of the First Order were everywhere and you had to sneak in the shadows from house to house with your little team. Until you finally found the informant who unfortunately was already being held by stormtroopers.

One thing lead to another, a blaster fight occured and ended with Poe having to protect you, which meant losing your important informant. Once again he could not follow a simple plan which actually only consisted of two rules.

"Guys, please. Now is really not the right time to argue", Finn sighs from behind Poe, already watching you two bickering for ten minutes straight. "It is only a matter of time before more troops show up-"

"Stay out of this, Finn", you both say at the same time, not looking away from each other. Finn's hands shoot up in defense immediately and he takes a step back as he decides to not intervene in your argument more, which is probably better for him.

"Maybe you should have just been more careful so I did not have to save you for the hundredth time, Y/N! Have you ever thought about that? That maybe it is your fault instead of mine-"

You cut off his words as your cold palm lands on his cheek with a loud, juicy smack. Poe looks at you in shock, carefully laying his own hand on his now reddish cheek.

"You can be such an asshole sometimes!", you shout at him, tears filling your eyes. To not let him see your vulnerability, you quickly turn around, just wanting to get away from there.

Unfortunately, you do not get very far, because when you want to go down the icy steps, you suddenly slip and fall down the remaining steps, letting out a yelp of his name, until you land on the cold snow-covered ground with a loud thump.

You stay motionless for the time being and feel deep inside yourself whether you have injured yourself somewhere, the cold snow wetting your clothes.

"Holy Maker, Y/N!", you hear Finn's voice behind you and you try to shakily lift yourself up, to no avail. In the next second you are pulled up firmly by your upper arms and land in a warm hug.

"What are you even doing, Y/N?", he softly whispers in your ear, one of his hands gently stroking your hair while the other holds you tightly against him. "Did you hurt yourself?"

Laying your head against his shoulder, you shake your head in denial but when you try to stand on your own a moment later, you painfully pull back your foot and Poe catches you protectively in his arms again. Without having to say where it hurts, he is quick to inspect your ankle from the distance, calling Finn while doing so.

"Hold her for a moment, okay? I will take a closer look", he commands and Finn quickly puts your arm around his shoulder to support you while Poe carefully places your injured foot on his knee, examining it. With a sigh he gets up again.

"Seems to be sprained pretty badly", he explains, his voice full of concern. He puts his hands on your cheeks and looks deep into your eyes. "Is it only your foot or does it also hurt somewhere else, sweetheart? How is your head?"

"O-Only my a-ankle", you shiver and sink down your head, the cold slowly attacking your body, your damp clothes not necessarily making it any better. The sound of a zipper opening causes you to shoot up your head, but Poe's jacket is already wrapped around your body before you can even stop him.

He looks around, looks at the others on your team who are all giving you a pitying look, and all of a sudden scoops you up bridal style into his strong arms.

"Abort the mission. We are flying back to base. Come on", Poe orders and everyone sets in motion without objection.

Since your cheek is leaning against Poe's shoulder, you can feel his body begin to shiver from the cold as well.

"Poe, you will freeze to death without your jacket", you tell him worriedly, but he does not react to your words, just trying to get you off this planet - more or less - in one piece. Despite not receiving an answer from him, you still press yourself more against him to warm him a little with your body heat.

After a few minutes, and an almost encounter with another squad of stormtroppers, you finally reach the Millennium Falcon and Poe immediately lays you down on the bunk in the Main Hold of the ship. Everyone else starts preparing the Falcon for departure and they leave you two alone.

Poe is already busy wrapping your ankle in bandages while also trying to make it as comfortable for you as possible.

"Babe."

No reaction.

"Poe."

Still no response. He is too concentrated on what he is doing.

"Poe!", you grab his arm as soon as you have the opportunity and forcefully pull him towards you, finally gaining his attention. "It is just a sprained ankle, I think I will survive."

"I know, sweetheart", he sighs and sits down on the bunk, intertwining his hand with yours. "Never scare me like that again, please. You really have to be more careful."

"Says the one who comes back with serious injures after every mission?", you reply, a slight note of sarcasm in your voice.

His warning gaze lands on you, but when he sees your soft smile he cannot help but smile as well.

"All right, you got me there", he chuckles, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he immediately gets serious again. "Still, I want you to take better care of yourself in the future. It might just be a sprained ankle now, but it could have ended differently."

"I will be more careful, I promise. Come here, you pouty flyboy", you open up your arms, inviting him into a soft hug which he accepts instantly, his warmth surrounding you.

You only move away from each other when you get back to the base, your stupid and unnecessary argument from earlier completely forgotten by now.

263 notes · View notes

sketch--booked · 4 years ago

Text

I wanna complain about how the ninja treated Zane in the first few episodes real quick. Specifically in Home. Since I have some beef with the ninja.

So remember that one time Zane froze the entire monastery without effort? Yeah, that was kinda cool,

Now I begin to get angry, You’ve been warned--

And the ninja, understandably, were upset and I can get that.

But then you see how they all kinda just--- treated him really badly all the time. I get it,, he’s got weird traits and does very “Zane” things (being unfazed to be in the bathroom with somebody, legitimately not understanding comedy and laughing at odd things, at least Nya and Jay weren’t watching a horror or slasher movie, and his famous sitting-in-the-fridge scene) but like--

They really gonna do this??

Laugh at the guy for what he wears and throw around the food he made for them? Even Wu, may I add.

Can I also call attention to Jay, who throws something at Zane.

AND LOOK AT HIM--

That is not a face of comfort? By any means?? Zane shows a very little range of emotion, in the early seasons especially. But when Jay throws his own food at him, he frowns. THAT’S EMOTION,, HE’S NOT HAPPY,,, THIS ISN’T A JOKE NOR IS IT FUNNY TO HIM.

And they just--Don’t even do a double-take.

I’m bewildered at just how horribly they treat him, in this scene specifically. Not one of them, NOT EVEN WU, takes a second to think about how Zane might feel in this moment??? IN FACT, If you listen carefully, you can hear Nya and Jay belittling him.

“He looks so cute in his apron!” and “Look at his face!”

THEY ACKNOWLEDGE THEY’RE BEING CRUEL LIKE WTF THIS MAKES ME SO MAD--I HOPE THEY WENT TO BED STARVING.

So after this god awful display of friendship that makes me want to slap all the other ninja, we get the infamous Falcon scene.

Zane has his general neutral kinda-angy-lookin’ expression. So we can’t really tell what he’s feeling in this moment, but it’s his actions that follow that say everything.

He sees the falcon and is intrigued by it and actually smiles. Which is good! That’s emotion! Well done, Zane, you’re learning!

NOW IT’S THIS BIT---IS WHERE I GET REAL JUST---HHHHHMMM It’s in this moment, I wonder if Zane knows what a toxic friendship isghghgh I jest--

Zane is smiling when he sees the falcon fly off. He likes the bird but he lets it leave.

But then---

Zane takes one brief look back to the sound of his friends and without a second doubt he BOOKS IT--

So from initially seeing this, you get the instant feeling that he would prefer to follow a mysterious bird into possible danger, than go back to his friends who are still laughing in the distance. He obviously was going to return back to them, they tease his lack of returning later in the episode WHICH I HOPE TO GET TO. But that does say enough about his actual feelings towards the rest.

Strange, possibly evil bird---or my friends who’re probably going to continue to laugh at me.

It’s a nobrainer that he’d follow the bird??

He’s not truly upset at them, I don’t even think that Zane has the capability to really be angry ngl,, but he still chose the bird over his “family” and that’s what makes me so angry at the ninja.

And to those who say “He’s not upset at the ninja, he’s just curious and the fact that he essentially ran away from them, doesn’t mean he dislikes them” I say,,, That is fair. And I will, for the sake of not looking like a dick, argue for that.

It’s clear that Zane likes to know stuff. In the beginning, he’s been the smart one. Even in this episode Kai says “We like the guy, he’s really smart..” then complains about him being weird. And later down the line he’s shown an interest in learning, being the only one in season 11 to actually read about the desert of doom and the Mechanic himself saying he’s an inquisitive nindroid in season 12.

So it’s understandable if Zane was simply sating his curiosity. But how can you tell me that the previous event was not a deciding factor in choosing the bird instead..

I would now like to jump forward to when the ninja are at Lloyd’s tree-house (Can I point out that the first place the falcon took zane, was a tree-house. And the last was a tree house?? Anybody? okay just me--).

And when they ask him how he found it; he tells them it’s because it danced. Jay then jokingly asks if it was a coo-coo bird, promoting everyone to--

IF YOU GUESSED “laugh at him” YOU’D BE CORRECT, HOW DID YOU GUESS???

When he does his info dump thing they don’t even bother, they just shrug in unison--which ngl I do find funny ghghgh

Now that’s where you’d think the Zane bullying stops right?

NOPE,, TIME TO BURN DOWN THE MONASTERY (this is a cool shot btw)

This is a good shot too, because it sets up that Zane will be a focus, and you can already assume it’s because, in some essence, this is Zane’s fault.

But then they go all out on him. They straight up tell him this was his fault, that he shouldn’t have followed the bird, he shouldn’t have been curious or try to help, that everything they had here is gone, and yell at him to his face “A teaching moment? What’s wrong with you? Don’t you get it? Everything is gone!” and it’s because of him.

In this moment they are taking out every frustration they had with him. They’re taking out every moment he’s gone into his own world and making their lives harder and that their home is gone because of him.

This is one of the very first, and very few times all the ninja have pitted against just one of their team. And it hurts. Because Zane’s reaction to this, his response to being treated horribly, having his food thrown at him like he didn’t spend likely hours making and planing it, like he doesn’t do the chores they probably wont do (taking out the rubbish earlier in the episode), is to go back to them like he wasn’t hurt by this at all.

And y’know what could’ve solved this entire thing? What could’ve prevented the exclusion and the explosion that is their friendship. Communication. On both sides, neither of them communicated with each other. The ninja didn’t openly express their feelings towards Zane TO Zane, only Wu and probably Nya. And Zane never expressed anything, ever, like--literally nothing. His moment of most emotion is in episode 7 dammit.

And I just--This is an issue that’s followed through even to the new seasons. Honest to god some of the only times I can recall him actually expressing how he feels about something, is with Pixal, and when Kai persuades him to break his morals and cheat in the slug race. God please help me find more examples because I cannot remember anything else (I’m ignoring Decoded for the time being since the last episode of that was almost entirely “Zane therapy time”)

Imma end it here because my rant juices have stopped flowing and I haven’t slept in many many long hours and I really would like to collapse right about now.

So i’m not saying Zane has it worst, he probably doesn’t,, but what I’m saying is that Zane had a tough time in the beginning especially. After Kai became properly a part of the group, it was Zane that they outcasted. And because they wouldn’t actually talk to him about what they all thought. They didn’t take the time to understand him and only realized they missed him and how badly they’d been treating him when he was gone.

In the start, they were bad friends, they were horrible in fact. Zane tried, or didn’t. Where he didn’t understand people or social cues, he understood being kind and doing the right thing.

The ninja did however work from this. As of this episode, they tone down the mistreatment and make a bigger effort to get the guy. And it’s all explained and finished in episode 7.

Overall, I really like this episode! I think the characters were great! I think the humor was great! I think the progression was great! I dunno why some o’ yall think I don’t like something because I hate it. I can hate-love something, and you’ll find there are a lot of things I hate-love in ninjago.

#this got real long real fast--#ngl this was just going to be me remembering the icy training area #but then i got distracted by how they treated him #and then it turned into a rant #probably a stupid--likely biased--rant but whatever-I haven't slept well in days i'm tired dammit #ninjago zane #ninjago #sketch rants about something #that's what i'm calling it now #can you see now why zane is my favorite? i like unpicking his character #he's fun

167 notes · View notes

milstrim · 4 years ago

Text

There is Good in the Dark

Chapter 2---Ever Had an Itch?

AO3 Link

Peter shifted nervously, eyes glancing around in suspicion as he pulled his hood tighter over his head and adjusted the bag looped over his shoulder. His hair had been on end all day, leaving him horribly tired and weary as he'd scoped out a few SHIELD buildings. Tony had said that he'd be doing the same for Squadron Tower, and the teenager had believed him, but he'd seen the billboards while he'd been swinging around the city.

'Elusive Supervillain Iron Man Strikes Against the Squadron Supreme in Manhattan!'

Because of course he'd gone after the Squadron. Peter wasn't sure if the fight had been intentional or not, but it still irked him that the older villain hadn't invited him. He could have helped! He was a great fighter--and didn't Tony trust him?

Peter shook himself, crinkling the plastic bag clutched in his hand nervously as he glanced around once more before slipping down the steps of a boarded off subway station. The stairway quickly faded to dusty darkness that would've stumped anyone else but the teenager peered through easily, icy blue eyes glowing in the shadows.

Every footstep was an echo as the teenager stepped over to a dusty, broken down subway train. Only the front of the train and half a carriage were visible from the tunnel. Windows were broken and paint sprayed in illustrative colors that had worn down from the years in the dark. The door to the head of the train was hinged open into its dark, cramped world.

Peter stepped through, grabbing the lever and pulling it down. When he let go it snapped back up, the base of it glowing blue. Peter stabilized himself, shifting on his feet, as the ground underneath him lit up in a bright blue circle. It twisted with a click, shifting and circling down until the train had disappeared and the teenager stood in a cylindrical high tech elevator. It was the color of bleached bones.

The teenager stepped out of the elevator the moment the doors slid open, finally allowing for his hood to fall off in the safety of his home. Well, more of a secret lair, but it was home to Peter nonetheless. For years with his dad.

"Play it again," echoed a voice only his enhanced ears could hear.

Speaking of.

He tiptoed through the halls of his and Tony's underground mansion, searching for where the man was. There was a lot to search. Most of the home shared the same bone white walls and floors, and he always had to screw up his eyes after a few hours at the brightness of it. Arc reactor blue lights lined the shiny pillars and doorways rather than traditional light placement. All in all the place was eerie, not at all homie, but it was still home.

Following the uneven heartbeat of his dad and the muttered muses of discontentment, Peter finally came across the room Tony was in. He stood in front of a wall of holograms, arms crossed and back straight. His leg tapped like it always did when he didn't understand something.

"Again," Tony ordered, unaware of the kid padding up behind him. Peter glanced at the screen disinterestedly before stopping and staring at the figures displayed on it, his eyes narrowing in confusion. It was all of the world's most wanted, save for him and Tony of course, but--weird. Peter didn't really have words to describe them. Stupidly bright, maybe? Clearly, Tony was having the same problem. "Ever had an itch you just can't scratch?"

"I cannot itch, sir, but watching you refuse to sleep is a close second," Friday responded humorously. Peter smiled, but refrained from laughing, placing a finger to his lips and glancing at the ceiling. Thankfully, the AI didn't say anything.

"Keep the attitude up and I'll give you an itch," Tony warned playfully. "Slow the recording down and play--"

"ATTACK!!!" Peter screeched, shooting up from behind Tony and grabbing him in a mock chokehold. The man froze with a rather unvillainous yelp, practically jumping as he shook the kid off and swung around, a gloved hand shooting out. The teenager grinned as Tony went from tense to practically drooping with relief.

"Kid."

"Hey, Dad. How was the Squadron?"

"Peter, please. I have a heart condition."

He stepped forward, shouldering the older man playfully. "I'm not the one who attacked Earth's defenders today."

"I didn't plan on it."

"Didn't really look that way."

"Well, I didn't," Tony protested. He glanced down at the plastic in Peter's hand. "What's with the bag?"

"Oh." Peter glanced down, lifting it higher. "Dinner! I got Japanese. From a place across from the newest SHIELD hideout."

"Did anyone see you?"

"Nope."

"Great."

Tony ruffled his hair, and Peter ducked away with a displeased grin, dashing towards the table that held Tony's headpiece in the middle of reconstruction, clearly having been damaged during his fight today. The boy set the food down, taking out the cartons of fried rice and the sushi. Tony grabbed his own box, picking up a pair of chopsticks and twirling them around elegantly.

"How'd you pay for this?"

Peter stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth with his fingers. Tony scrunched his nose up at him in playful disgust. "I took your card."

"No stealing?"

"From a local business? We're villains, not bastards."

Tony laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you act like one. Don't eat sushi with your hands, you absolute animal."

"I can't figure the chopsticks out! They're too complicated."

"Oh, so you can build a bomb to escape SHIELD when you're ten but you can't eat sushi right?"

"That about sums it up, yeah," Peter quipped, taking a sip from a Gatorade he'd grabbed from a bodega. Tony rolled his eyes humorously. "So what's with the video? Is the Captain joining the US military or something?"

"He does look it," Tony agreed. "But not as far as I know. You know that red stone Mr. Sorcerer-From-Another-Universe has?"

"Uh, yeah? We've been trying to get it for months, Dad. I know what it is."

"Just checking." Peter stuck his tongue out at Tony, who blew a raspberry in response. "Anyway, I hit that thing earlier. It did this."

His adoptive father nodded his head toward the screen. The footage backed up and allowed Peter to watch the recording from the suit as Tony's repulsor blast hit Beck's glowing palm, the red waves that split the sky bursting from it, and the changes that fizzled between the waves. Peter squinted at the screen as the video came to a close.

"What do you think it means?" Peter asked, turning towards the man, who had focused in on the video once more, his face deceptively calculating.

"That's the itch," he pointed out, staring at the screen for another moment. "Quiz Time." Peter groaned, stuffing another piece of sushi in his mouth rebelliously. "Relax your teenage angst, kid, it's not bad. Hulk?"

"Radiation experiment gone wrong," he said immediately as if reading off a flashcard. "An attempt on what made the Captain, well, the Captain, by Bruce Banner. Dr. Banner's gone now that the Hulk's overtaken him. He's not smart, less wanted for villainy and more the destruction he causes and what he can provide militaries. Danger level: High."

"Black Widow."

"Superspy gone rogue. SHIELD tried to contain her but she killed every agent sent her way. No known motives but can take down countries overnight. Danger level: High."

"The Falcon."

"Deranged war hero. Was sent on an unknown suicide mission with his friend, he survived and the friend didn't. Motives are mostly against US military missions--good for him--and warmongering politicians. Danger level: Medium."

"Thor."

"A badass."

Tony gave him a look. "Try again."

Peter sighed. "A Norse God thrown out from his home with a super cool hammer. No known motives, likes to start shit. Danger level: Super-mega-ultra high."

His dad rolled his eyes with a crooked smile. "Hawkeye."

"A circus runaway. SHIELD attempted to recruit him but he betrayed them. Targets SHIELD, gangs, and wherever he can get a quick buck. Danger level: Meh."

"And the Captain."

"The creation of Howard Stark and Dr. Abraham Erskine. He was meant to be the Allies' savior, but he defected to Hydra. He ended up frozen in ice for like a million years before being thawed out by SHIELD and breaking away from Hydra. There's only been three confirmed sightings of him over five years. No known motives. Danger level: High."

"Good job, you passed. Barely."

"Barely!?"

Tony raised an eyebrow at him, waving a finger accusingly. "Stop fanboying over Thor. He could kill you in an instant."

"Pshh. I could take him."

"No you couldn't."

"Or I could just woo him into being my new dad. It worked with you."

Tony gasped, placing a hand over his arc reactor. "You little--" He cut himself off, fake offended. "You're a little shit, I hope you know that."

"I know, Dad," Peter laughed, bumping into him gently. Tony rolled his eyes, graciously pulling the teenager into a half-hug. "So, what are we gonna do about Fashion's Most Wanted?"

"I've got a theory. And a plan."

"Really. A whole plan?"

"Ehhh, 12% of a plan."

Peter huffed, "Fun. When do we start?"

A dark figure was crouched, held tight against a building. A deep black and red shield was clenched on their arm, its shine the only thing visible in the night. Steve Rogers was a professional of stealth, accustomed to the ebony and arctic of the night.

Footsteps echoed in the emptiness of the building, and Steve tensed by the doorway where he was flattened against the dark bricks, his shield at the ready. A shadow in the night, he stood completely still until a figure stepped innocently through the door. Quick as a rattlesnake and silent as a mouse, he struck.

The man toppled. Steve caught him before he thudded to the ground, dragging him across the dirty cement and slipping the SHIELD agent behind a dumpster. He didn't bother to tie him up. Steve knew he'd be quick enough.

The Captain shifted through the doorway, every footstep light, and into the dusty light. As best he could, the soldier stuck to the shadows, thankful for the way the lights dimmed and flickered. The SHIELD building was old, but its information invaluable. The thought of what he might find spurred him forward to where the hallway was even brighter.

People were in that hallway. Two. They talked importantly, voices low, towards Steve. He ducked behind the doorway and out of the yellow light that shone from the hall, drawing his shield off of his forearm with a metallic sheen. He took a step forward, his maroon boot interrupting the golden light and the women's conversation.

They froze, looking up at him in terror before drawing guns from their hips. They didn't catch more than a glimpse of him before he'd thrown the shield. It bounced off the floor and zoomed around the ceiling. The dark red and black took the light with it as it shrouded the hallway in darkness. It returned to Steve seamlessly.

"We know you're there," came a voice. "Show yourself."

Silent, he threw the shield again. There were two thuds against the ground.

Steve dashed through the hall. And he brawled through the building.

Every hallway was the same. Agents, unaware and caught by surprise, left in the darkness and alone as he took the cameras out with his shield as well. Bodies dropped, gunshots flew, and in every room Steve was left unscathed. His reputation--the myth, a whisper, unknown--was well earned.

In barely six minutes, every floor had been cleared. Almost every floor.

The Captain slipped into the hallway of the last floor, leaving the dark and chalky stairway behind. The hallway itself was almost as dark as the stairwell, save for the light that trickled from underneath a closed door. He stalked closer, footsteps light and shield outstretched threateningly. He stopped outside the door and waited, listening to the murmured voices.

"...what was with that energy surge in New York?"

"Nobody knows. News cameras were wiped, all they showed was Iron Man wreaking havoc."

"Smart. A controlled narrative. Then again, that's all the world is now," snipped a voice. Steve furrowed his brows, searching for where he recognized it, but nothing was found. "Any news on the kid?"

"He's been at the fake SHIELD bases in New York, but the illusion's only been up for a few weeks. All things considered, he's been pretty tame. No burglaries or break-ins like the other 'villains.'"

"He knows?"

"We broke free," the woman responded as an answer. Her voice was familiar too.

"We weren't on Earth when it happened," the man argued.

"But the illusion still doesn't affect us while we're here."

"Well, at the very least, whatever happened effects him less than the others."

Steve's thoughts were racing, confused and trying to keep up with uncontextualized conversation. Illusion? Not on Earth? And what kid? Most strangely, his heart gave a painful tug at the mention of Iron Man, and he didn't know why. It almost hurt. Scratch that, it did hurt.

The super soldier shook his head, breaking free of the thoughts. His eyes flashed icy blue. He just had to get what he'd come here for and leave... What had he come here for? He furrowed his brows. There'd been a reason, he remembered he'd cared a lot about it, but now that he was here--the Captain was strangely lost.

He took a step back, hesitated, and then barreled through the door.

The metal hinges crunched underneath his force, creaking and groaning loudly but unable to cover the sound of guns clicking to action. He raised his shield to his face, crouching behind it for a moment as gunfire rained, clinking off of the metal harmlessly. There was a panicked yell of, "Fall back, Fury!!"

Steve threw his shield in the direction of the yell, diving behind a pile of crates at the familiar motion of the vibranium jumping from his forearm. It bounced with a schwing! knocking down the woman and zipping back to him. It sliced into a crate just above him, and he plucked it off of the splintered wood.

A gun cocked. Steve dared a glance around the crates.

The man was tall, dark, and intimidating. The way he held himself told Steve all he needed to know about what he could do, forcing him to duck behind the crates again in caution. He readjusted his shield with two thoughts: This man is dangerous, and, This man is familiar.

He didn't appreciate either of them.

"Steve?" the man dared, his voice hard. "If that's you I swear to God when we get out of this I'm taking that shiny shield of yours."

Steve hesitated. "You know me?"

"Yeah. You know me?"

His eyes flashed blue. His voice turned robotic. "You're Nick Fury, head of SHIELD. Tyrant do-gooder."

"Sure. I'll take it. Do you know who you are?"

The blue in his eyes dimmed to its natural darker color, warm instead of icy. Confusion, but not quite realization. "The Captain. And I'm here for something, so if you don't mind--"

"I mind," Fury interrupted. "What are you doing in Ireland, Rogers?"

"A mission."

"On what?"

"None of your concern," he answered shortly. He wished he knew.

"See, I think--"

Steve didn't think anymore. He swung out an arm and his shield flew off. There were gunshots, slowing the shield off of its course as Fury dived. The soldier jumped, gripping the shield as it bounced back, landing atop Fury. He buried a heavy foot on the man's leg, holding his shield out, ready for the fire of Fury's gun pointed upward.

Fury licked his lips. His words serious, his tone daring. "Are you gonna kill me, Rogers?"

The Captain stared down, his eyes narrowed. Killing Fury would be logical. SHIELD was his enemy. SHIELD was the enemy. All the missions, all the years spent fighting and tracking--the Director of SHIELD was the endgame... Wasn't he?

Fury took his silence as an answer.

"If you are, I'd hold off for a minute." The man nodded towards his left. Steve glanced.

There was a screen, portraying Iron Man, a bright explosion behind him. The video shifted, waves of red and blurred figures hidden from clear view. He squinted. Another tug, confused and--

Lonely.

"We're counting on you, Rogers."

"You shouldn't."

Against everything he'd ever known, Steve stepped off the man, lowering his SHIELD. Fury opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was, he didn't stick around to find out. The only traces that Steve had ever been there was an open window on the seventh floor and the two high-level SHIELD personnel he'd left alive for some reason still unknown to him.

A duffel bag thumped against the floor next to a cheap hotel bed. The springs of the mattress creaked as Steve sat down on it, running a hand through his tussled, damp hair and clicking on the news on the fizzled old television. The shower had been refreshing, but not relaxing. There were still so many questions left unanswered, leaving the man more exhausted than he'd ever been. His whole body ached with confusion and that haunting feeling of loneliness that had tugged when Iron Man had been mentioned.

The feeling had died down some since he'd escaped from the SHIELD base a few hours ago, but it had yet to be smothered, and despite how much it hurt, Steve was grateful.

He didn't know how long exactly, but everything had felt murky for a while. Distracting. Foggy clouds of muddled memories and feelings and motivations. Why had he gone to that SHIELD base? Why did he go to any SHIELD base? Why did he let Nick Fury go? Why did he avoid his home in favor of destroying people and places he didn't know?

There were answers, but they weren't the ones that he wanted.

He went to SHIELD bases because they were the enemy, Hydra had taught him that. And he didn't go back to Brooklyn because the entirety of the United States was prepped to kill him. But why?

Why be loyal to Hydra? Why hurt others who didn't deserve it in the slightest?

His head told him everything Hydra had ever told him, his life had ever told him, about loyalty and values and justice--but his gut said different.

"...another warrant and surge of military power has been shifted to deal with the threat of Iron Man," commented a news reporter, catching the soldier's attention. Steve looked up from where his face had been pressed into his clamped hands to stare at the television. The pang that had been fading gave another strong tug as a picture of Tony Stark was flashed on screen. "This comes just after the villain's most recent attack on the city of New York and the world's mightiest heroes, the Squadron Supreme."

Steve almost laughed. The public worship of the Squadron Supreme never failed to amuse and baffle him. Their name was particularly dreadful.

"Mysterio, also known as Quentin Beck, Earth's resident sorcerer from another realm, assured the public in a call with the White House earlier today, that in response they will take more whale methods to assure this detrimental threat is taken care of. Here is a clip of that call."

The screen changed. In the middle was black, ready for the transcript of the call, while on either side of the screen sat the dignified faces of the president and the sorcerer.

"As the head of the Squadron Supreme," the president started. "What are your plans to fix this blight on our peaceful American ideal?"

"Certainly the team is still conferring, as we don't operate on just one view, but the general consensus is to get to Stark before he can start attacking anywhere or anywhere else."

"Will that work?"

"It will," Beck assured. "My team is the best there is, and Stark is barely anything. We've been holding back, trying to exercise some tolerance and take him in so that he may face the justice of your great world, but I believe we've reached the point where his danger is too great and there can no longer be any doubt on taking him out." Steve's eyes narrowed in anger. He paused, confused at the defensive response, before shaking his head and tuning back in. "This goes for a lot of other terrorists that have been so graciously tolerated."

The president let out a shocked yet dismissive huff. "You can't possibly expect to take down all of the Most Wanted."

"Within the week, I can promise you that, Mr. President. Starting with Iron Man and all the way to even the Captain."

There was a noise as the president moved to say something, but the last of the clip was cut off, returning to the news anchors. Steve muted the television, staring at the wall above the crackling box. His brows furrowed. He just-- he didn't understand.

The TV flashed, catching his attention. Steve glanced back down, his heart skipped a beat at the image on screen. It was Iron Man and Spider-Man. It was a photo of the two, clearly taken while they had been attacking something or other. Stark's mask was off, showing off his shiny blue eyes and dazzlingly sharp smile. Spider-Man's mask was on, but the man's posture told him everything he needed to know. He was excited, and he was safe, even with guns pointed at him.

Stark and Spider-Man were a family, and, looking at them on screen, a little bit of his lost feeling was taken away.

Steve glanced down at his bag and then back at the television. Quick footed, he grabbed it and left without another word, searching for the first flight to New York.

// Ch 1 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8 //

#Iron Man #spiderman #captain america #tony stark #peter parker #steve rogers #stony #superior iron man #villain au #villain tony stark #villain peter parker #villain steve rogers #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

23 notes · View notes

thebestpersonherelovesbucky · 4 years ago

Text

Falcon and the Winter Soldier Ep. 5 Takeaway

That opening scene was very intense to say the least. John Walker doing everything he could to justify his actions. Freaking out on himself and the entire situation. All that aggression in his grief.

Both Sam and Bucky trying to talk John down before fighting.

Their entire fight over the shield, the bloody shield at that. Omg how powerful. Sam fighting John on his own. “I am Captain America.” John ripping Sam’s wings off and then literally almost killing Sam with the shield. WTF, dude???

Sam and Bucky working together to get the shield away from him. Perfect.

Bucky, buddy, I love you and I know you’re hurting, but when Steve dropped the shield for you it was meaningful. You were just acting like a man-child. Sorry.

Sam wiping the blood off the shield. Holy fuck the raw emotion there. The symbolism. Mackie’s acting is incredible in everything but I think this scene takes the cake for me.

Joaquin Torres. “Sometimes there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do.” Can that man be any more adorable??

I do have to say that I felt sympathy for John Walker during the hearing. Not so much for him but the scene was definitely a testament to how we treat our veterans.

“I am Captain America.” Hence why I don’t feel for him much. It’s all about the glory for him even if his intentions are noble.

Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine???? Where the hell did she come from?? What??

Oh how I loved Bucky holding the gun to Zemo’s head. Especially knowing that Zemo has been waiting to die and Bucky not killing him and Bucky giving him to the Dora instead.

“We’re gonna do it our own way.” We’re. WE’RE.

Ayo and Bucky being cool again.

The subtitles said ELI. ELI BRADLEY!!

Sam’s visit to Isiah was so rough and heartbreaking. Isiah’s anger and bitterness is just so justified. “If you ain’t bitter, you’re blind.” Everything that happened to him. The lies they were told when given the serum. The fact that Isiah was punished and suffered the most horrible consequences for doing exactly the same thing Steve did in Azzano that made him a hero. The fact that he’d rather remain “dead” than even take a chance letting Sam have him recognized as the hero he is. His reasons for hating the shield and the mantel and never wanting a Black man to take them.

Sam’s community coming together to help him and his family. No one even hesitated. So beautiful.

Bucky showing up and just nonchalantly helping but still trying to be all stoic and shit but then just falling into that adorable caretaking role.

Bucky and Sarah “flirting” omg that charming smile of his.

Bucky just ripping things up. I love it when someone has super strength and you get to see it used in their every day life.

Sam and Bucky being buddies while fixing the boat.

Sam “you’re so stupid just stay here before i beat your ass” Wilson

I don’t think Lemar’s sister was too taken by John’s sympathy. Not to mention he straight up lied about who killed him. Still not happy with the white man pain route they took to get here.

Um. Wtf are they doing with Sharon? I’ve loved this so much and I s2g if they make Sharon into a villain I will burn them down. Seriously. Wtf.

The contrast between seeing Bucky waking on the floor from a nightmare in the first episode to him waking on Sam’s couch and watching his nephews playing with the shield. That little smile he gets when they’re like “oh shit! we’re caugh! run run run!”

How naturally Sam and Bucky have fallen into a friendship even if they’re a pair of dopes who won’t say it.

Sarah Wilson is a gift to mankind.

Sam and Bucky basically having a catch with the shield.

The confirmation that Steve and Bucky both spoke about giving Sam the shield. I mean, I inferred that they did based on context clues but it’s awesome to hear it said out loud.

Bucky finally admitting that he’s been wrong this whole time in giving Sam an attitude about it and apologizing (also adding that what happened with Walker wasn’t Sam’s fault). I also like that Sam doesn’t say “it’s okay” or “you don’t have to apologize” or something like that. Instead he says, “Thank you”, acknowledging and accepting the apology while not lessening Bucky’s actions that led to it.

Sam and Bucky’s heart to heart.

“You call me when you have a lead. I’ll be there.”

We’re not friends. Nope. Not at all. Not friends. WE’RE BESTIES!!!!!!

Sarah and Sam’s heart to heart.

I’d like to thank everyone involved in putting together the Sam Practicing with The Shield montage. The Falcon music. The shots of him slowly getting better with it. The close up of those ARMS. The running. The push-ups. The flips. The shirtless. I’m only one person. How do they expect me to handle that?

Sam’s nephew tracing the star.

So, I wanted Batroc to come back but I certainly didn’t want it to be with Sharon’s help. I’m...I swear if they do her dirty. No. Just fucking no.

Karli. I feel for her. I feel her pain. But she needs to be stopped. In Sam and Bucky’s way. Not Zemo’s way.

Sam finally got his wing from Wakanda! I’ve been waiting for this since the moment they broke in The Winter Soldier. I cannot wait to see them in action!!!

The post credit scene of John Walker making his US Agent uniform.

I cannot believe there is only one episode left. I have no clue how they’re going to wrap this up and I’m really fucking scared but also super excited.

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #john walker #captain america #falcon and the winter soldier #mcu #marvel #mcu shows #fws spoilers #my stuff

37 notes · View notes

writesowhatnext · 5 years ago

Text

aren’t you full of surprises // charlie weasley

Summary: Charlie Weasley cannot possibly be your soulmate: he’s got nothing to do with dragons

Request: Hiya love, can I request a soulmate au with Charlie weasley?? Something about a little symbol on their body which represents their soulmate and Charlie’s soulmates is a little dragon which he sees after a quidditch match or something?! Thank you!!

A/N: I really love Charlie oml – this is mostly based on the books and stuff &&&& I included tonks bc I love her and she’s in the same year so made it easy +++ s/o to anon who told me Sam Heughan was a good fan cast bc you were right and he’s perfect :))))

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: swearing I suppose, making out ;)

You had decided that you were completely over having a soulmate. They were supposed to be perfect for you, sure, but they were ever so messy. What if you liked someone that wasn’t your soulmate? What if you never met your soulmate and you spiralled into a deep, dark, endless depression and ended up alone? What if your soulmate was cruel to animals? Or smelt bad? What if they supported the Falmouth Falcons? There were just too many things out of your control and so, after another recurring debate with your friend, Tonks, you had sworn off the idea completely.

“Y/N! Soulmates complete you!” Crumbs from the toast in her mouth tumbled back onto her plate as you rolled your eyes. “I know that I’m counting down the days ‘til I find whoever this is.”

As she pointed at the little wolf symbol on her wrist, her hair turned the softest, lightest shade of pink. It always did when she thought about her soulmate. You shot her a deadpan look.

“I just don’t think it’s very fair. Some people never find their soulmates – the whole thing is very unpredictable.”

“You’re missing the point,” Tonks insisted, her hair turning a light brown. “Soulmates are the only thing in this world that are actually reliable! They’re sweet and you’re supposed to share them with people!”

“Not this again-“

“I don’t understand why you won’t show me yours.”

“Sorry, Tonks, I think I hear McGonagall calling me.” You lied very obviously, standing up from the Hufflepuff table, and walking towards the door - the opposite way to where McGonagall was sat at the Teacher’s table.

“I’ll find out one day!” Tonks shouted after you, mouth once again full of toast.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Tonks; she was actually the only person you did trust, sometimes. It was just that whenever you looked at the dragon curled up on your shoulder, all you felt was annoyed at the universe. Besides, you had your eyes set on someone anyway.

Charlie Weasley had surprised you every time you learnt something new about him. He was handsome and well built, with ridiculously unruly hair and skin entirely covered with freckles. The first time you’d really heard of him was at the end of second year when he was made Seeker for the Gryffindor quidditch team. Not long after, he was made Quidditch Captain and so, you’d written him, perhaps prematurely, as a classic Quidditch jock: he’d probably join a regional team straight out of Hogwarts and that would be that. You had to admit though, after seeing him play once against Hufflepuff (a match Tonks had dragged you to), he was probably good enough to play for the nationals.

It surprised you more than anything to know that he’d been made a prefect, too. Granted, you didn’t know a lot about him, but you were pleasantly intrigued to hear that he was not only athletic but also quite smart. If anyone asked, he was definitely not the reason you tried out for the team that year. No one was as shocked as you when you were made chaser. Not even Charlie.

After a particularly intense match involving six fouls, a runaway snitch and a near-death experience, you were quite grateful to be back on two feet. The ground had never felt so good. What made it better, actually, was who stood to greet you by the entrance to the pitch. Even in his robes with a red and gold Gryffindor scarf draped around his neck, he’d never looked so good.

“Y/N, right?” he asked, a tentative smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but match his grin. “And you’re Charlie Weasley.”

“I didn’t realise I had such a reputation.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t.” you said, teasing him, walking past before turning around. “Your brothers are making a name for themselves. Their pranks are already pretty notorious.”

“Ah.”

“I may have heard of their older brother, world-class quidditch legend and prefect before, though.”

“Well,” he started almost bashfully. “I’m not much of a prefect.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, biting the inside of your cheek.

“You played really well out there today,”

“Coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.”

“You’re quite the player.”

You didn’t say anything, enjoying the moment far too much.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

You nodded, kissing your teeth and turning to get out of your sweaty Quidditch uniform. “See you around, Weasley.”

As you walked back to the changing rooms, you officially made your mind up. Sod your soulmate, you wanted Charlie Weasley.

He made it quite easy for you to achieve your goal. That next day, you sat at the Hufflepuff table, as you often did. Tonks was already launching into a story about a Ravenclaw she had seen Charlie’s brothers prank yesterday when she stopped abruptly midsentence. You frowned at her before following her eyes to look behind you. With a plate of pancakes in his hand and an optimistic smile on his face, there stood Charlie Weasley.

“Can I join you?”

Slightly speechless, you looked to Tonks, mildly irritated to see her staring at you with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Sure.”

Quickly getting to grips with the fact that Charlie wanted to eat with you, you began to lighten up to the idea, glad that he enjoyed your company even a little bit as much as you enjoyed his.

“Tonks, this is Charlie-“

“We’ve met.” She said, an amused smile on her lips as she stabbed some bacon with her fork. You turned to Charlie to see that he’d gone slightly red, a lovely expression on his freckled face.

“You called her Nymphadora, didn’t you?”

He nodded, letting out a nervous laugh. “For the first and last time, that’s for certain.”

“Rightly so.” Tonks nodded, seemingly very pleased with herself.

“You’re a menace.” You pointed at her with your fork.

“Little old me?” Her face was the picture of innocence as she flung her hand backwards, the bacon on her fork flying into the back of a Ravenclaw at the next table. Her hair, along with her face, turned a deep pink shade.

“A menace.” You repeated, crossing your arms before turning to Charlie, who had been staring at you rather intently with an unreadable expression.

“Tonks was just telling me about a prank your brothers pulled yesterday. Given she can’t behave herself at all, she’s quite impressed with them.”

“At least someone is.” He said with a grin. “My mum might actually kill them when we get home.”

“That would be a shame,” Tonks frowned, chewing. “Someone needs to cause a little mayhem when I leave.”

“You think they could replace your legacy just like that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not, but they have to try.”

“Don’t think they could ever beat the time you put that Venomous Tentacula plant in Snape’s classroom,” Charlie’s smile was infectious as he remembered one of Tonks most infamous pranks.

Tonks’ face soured slightly. “I’m still doing detention for that one.”

You, Charlie and Tonks fell into easy conversation and more often than not, you found yourself staring at his attractive face and enjoying the sound of his deep voice.

“So, what d’you have today, Charles?” Tonks asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

“You’re playing with fire.” You warned her, knowing how much she hated her full name. She made a face. Ever the gentleman, Charlie just smirked at her teasing.

“Care of Magical Creatures, first-“

“You took that?” you asked, unable to hide the incredulous tone of your voice. He laughed.

“Yes? What’s wrong with that?”

“Well,” you frowned. “Nothing’s wrong with it, per se. I just didn’t expect you to take it.”

“And, why’s that?”

He turned to face you expectantly, his elbow resting on the table.

“Because you’re a total jock.”

“Oh, really?”

“Quidditch legend, remember?”

He shook his head, smiling. “So, jocks can’t like taking care of magical creatures?”

“They can.” You bit your lip. “They just usually don’t.”

“Are you saying I’m not like other boys?”

Lost for a witty response, you just stared at him. You felt, though cliché, that this was the first time you were actually seeing Charlie Weasley. The amused twinkle in his eye and the soft curve of his lips and the fact that there was a much softer side to him than you’d ever imagined caught you off guard. It seemed like all he ever did was surprise.

“Oh,” Tonks said, drawing both you and Charlie’s attention away from each other. “Bugger,” Her tone was stretched and full of imitated emotion. “I have to get to-“ Her pause was ridiculously long as she stood up from the table, nearly wearing the soupy sauce left from her baked beans as she did. “A class?”

Before you could say anything, she sent you a very conspicuous wink and legged it out of the hall. You would’ve been embarrassed at her obvious attempt to leave you two alone had Charlie not turned to you, amusement written all over his face.

“Blimey, she shot off quick – I bet that class is important.”

The next few weeks, you and Charlie were practically joined at the hip. Every single meal was spent with Tonks at the Hufflepuff table and weekends you spent walking through the grounds talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. He told you everything he could about his family and you told him about how you ended up on the Quidditch team and how strange it was to not be around your own family at Hogwarts. You never talked about the future – it was an unspoken rule. You knew Charlie must’ve had a soulmate and you knew he probably didn’t feel the same as you about the whole deal and so you kept quiet about it. It felt obvious that regardless of what you two were now, as soon as his soulmate came along, he would probably ditch you for them and the idea, as much as you tried to avoid it, pained you a little bit. You’d never felt as happy as you were when you were with him.

You’d been excited for your last Quidditch game of the year, especially as you knew that Charlie would be cheering you on the whole time. You wanted to impress him, as well, despite yourself and so you tried your hardest to play your best. It was going well, all and all, until you were hit by a rogue bludger. You should’ve been paying more attention and so you cursed yourself when you’d been knocked from your broom. To say you were quite relieved that you caught the broom before you fell would be an understatement. And with the cheers of the crowd around you to spur you on, you managed to climb back on and continue playing. You’d completely forgotten about it with the excitement of the rest of the match – and winning, to your surprise. Charlie hadn’t though.

Alone in the changing rooms whilst everyone else was celebrating, you moved your shoulder back and forth, wincing as you realised that the bludger would definitely leave a bruise. You’d only been there a moment before Charlie barged in with a worried look in his dark eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked at him as he came closer, mouth opening and closing slowly.

“Yeah, Charlie, I’m fine. It was-“

“Thank god.” He said, pulling you into a tight hug. You went rigid for a moment in his bulky arms before you relaxed into the unexpected embrace. “Are you hurt?”

He pulled back, hands resting on your upper arms. The concern in his voice and the warmth of his hands left you slightly breathless. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears.

“I’m fine.” You said softly, smiling. “Might have a nasty bruise, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Show me.”

You rolled your eyes at his insistence, though you were touched at his concern. So much so, you absentmindedly pulled down your Quidditch uniform to reveal your shoulder, something you’d never done before. You shivered as his fingers skimmed your skin before a breathless whisper left his lips.

“No way.”

“What?” you asked, blinking away the feeling of Charlie that had so consumed you. Almost instantly, you realised your mistake. “Oh!”

Trying to undo what had already been done, you yanked your robes back over your shoulder, hiding the symbol from view.

“It’s a dragon,” He said ever so softly, seemingly stunned.

“Charlie, I-“

“Y/N, I love dragons.”

Still attempting to preserve whatever was left of you and Charlie’s relationship, your mind raced at a mile a minute thinking about how he would react to your soulmate, a topic you’d never spoken about together. You were so distracted you almost missed what he said.

“What?”

“I’m surprised I didn’t mention it,” he looked from your covered shoulder to your equally shocked expression. “My family says I never bloody shut up about them. That’s what I want to do after Hogwarts, actually, working with dragons in Romania.”

Unable to form a coherent thought, your lips reacted before your brain had the chance.

“Are you taking the piss?”

Charlie barked a laugh, stepping closer to you.

“I knew I always felt something different around you.” He said with a decidedly gleeful look on his face as he shrugged. “Makes sense, really.”

“Soulmates.” You brushed your hair out of your face with both hands. “Tonks is gonna have an absolute field day with this.” His lips twitched. “I’ve spent years telling her that I was gonna choose who I wanted to love and soulmates were a bunch of rubbish-“

“Should I be offended?” he asked, stepping closer again. Your chest tightened slightly at the proximity.

“Well, no. I decided about a month ago that my soulmate could piss off and you were all I wanted.”

He didn’t say anything; an amused smile lifting his cheeks at your rambling.

“It was a bit of an up yours to the universe, actually.”

You inhaled sharply as his hands gently held your waist.

“Turns out the joke is on me-“ His fond expression cut you off.

“Soulmates, eh?” you asked, looking into his eyes. Before you could utter another nervous syllable, he moved forward and captured your lips in a kiss. You leant backwards; his hands pulling your waist into him as your hands disappeared into his unruly red curls. Pulling at them slightly, he moaned into your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile in response. You pulled away, deciding that breathing would be a fun activity for your both to enjoy. You panted, your breaths mingling together as an ear-splitting grin grew on his face.

“I think, love,” he said, pressed a chaste peck to your lips. “That it’s time I told you a bit more about dragons.”

#charlie weasley #Charlie Weasley imagine #harry potter #Harry Potter imagine #imagine #writing #Charlie Weasley x reader

435 notes · View notes

praetordany · 5 years ago

Text

Things I Would Change if I Could Rewrite Last Jedi and Rise of Skywalker

Last Jedi

Everything is the same until Ben kills Snoke

Rey begs Ben to come with her but he refuses, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he feels he can’t leave the control of the First Order in the hands of Hux.

He helps Rey escape and tells her that he will do his best to give the Resistance time to escape.

Ben confronts Luke just like in the movie, but instead of fighting him out of anger, Ben and Luke pretend to fight to buy the Resistance more time.

While they are fighting, Luke apologizes to Ben for not being a better master and for giving in to his fears. He tells Ben that he doesn’t deserve to be Rey’s master and that she deserves to have someone who will train her not to fear the darkness inside her.

Finally, Luke urges Ben to finish his father’s and Ben’s grandfather’s mission to bring balance back to the Force, not by eliminating the Darkness but accepting that it is part of life.

Luke tells Ben to pretend to kill him since his Force Ghost is fading. Luke’s body fades into the Force.

Ben and Hux find the Resistance abandoned. Ben/Kylo pretends to be angry.

Hux is clearly suspicious of Ben/Kylo but without proof, he is unable to confront him.

Rey rescues the Resistance. She tells Leia that Ben saved her and the rest of the Resistance

“You saved us, Rey.”

“It wasn’t me.”

The movie ends with Snoke’s funeral. As Ben and the First Order watch his body burn, Ben takes a sigh of relief. The dark voices that have been haunting and terrorizing him since he was a child are finally gone. He slowly starts to walk back to his quarters when Palapatine’s laugh stops him in his tracks.

Rise of Skywalker

The movie opens with Finn’s and Poe’s mission on the Falcon, but it is just a supply run and there is no mention of a spy. The merchant runs up the price last minute with the reason, “Who else is going to sell to you?” Finn reluctantly pays up. (This is supposed to serve as a reminder that the Resistance is running out of allies.)

Rey is introduced mediating, but instead of trying to reach the other Jedi she is trying to reach Ben. Their force bond has been silent since Ben helped her escape.

Rey is furious that Ben is shutting her out.

Rey and Leia talk. Leia tells Rey not to worry about Ben, that he has always been able to take care of himself, even as a child. Leia tells he Ben has always been independent and that he shuts people out to protect himself.

Still angry, Rey goes to train. She angrily swings her lightsaber but freezes when she hears a man laughing through the Force, urging her to give into her rage. (It’s Palpatine, but she doesn’t know this). She accidentally drops a tree on BB-8 (Because that whole Poe/Rey interaction was gold!)

Finn and Poe still argue with Rey about how she is doing nothing but train instead of being out there fighting. She tells them that she doesn’t want to make it difficult for Ben. She didn’t want to have to put into a position again to chose between her and his mission. They make bitter comments about how if Ben is good now, why is he still attacking them. They imply that Ben is using Rey. Rey gets mad at them and walks away without answering.

Ben/Kylo and Hux are shown walking to greet a landing ship on the new First Order starbase. Hux questions Ben/Kylo about this sudden new ally. Ben/Kylo tells him that he doesn’t know more than him.

The doors of the ship open and Sith soldiers walk out followed by a cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure walks up to Ben/Kylo and Hux.

“It is an honor to meet the grandson of Darth Vader. I see you inherit his strength, let us hope you didn’t inherit his weakness too”

The cloaked figure pulls back his hood to reveal a young clone of Palpatine. (Played by Matt Smith)

Rey is asleep and is awakened by a bond forming between her and Ben. Rey is excited to see Ben again but is also furious that he has been shutting her out. He apologizes and tells her that he had to. Hux had been raising questions about him and he needed to focus on playing the part of Supreme Leader.

“So, I distract you?”

“Very much so,” Ben slips. Rey smiles.

Ben tells Rey that she needs to focus. He tells her that Palpatine cloned himself and he just told him and Hux the location of the Resistance’s hidden base. Ben urges Rey to get the Resistance out as soon as possible since he can’t stop Hux’s attack.

Rey again begs Ben to join them, but he again refuses. He tells her that he can’t leave until Palpatine reveals his whole plan to him. They will need this information if they want to have a chance at defeating him.

Rey fully wakes up and alerts the whole base.

With the heads start, the Resistance escapes. Poe is badly injured while escaping. Rey heals him and then passes out. (Baby Yoda style).

While she is out, she is once again bonded with Ben. She sees Hux confront him about his suspicions. He tells Ben he knows he had been helping the Resistance and that he has security footage of him killing Snoke. Ben fights the Knights of Ren and almost wins until the Young Palpatine shows up and restrains him.

Palpatine uses lightning to torture Ben. Ben pleads with Rey through their bond not to try to rescue him. Rey’s bond is broken when Palpatine looks right at her as if he knows that she is there.

Rey wakes up completely panicked. She tells Finn, Poe, and Leia that Ben has been discovered and that he needs her help.

They stop her from running off to find him. They convince her that she needs to rest some more and that they will work out a plan to rescue Ben when they have the resources to do so. Leia is broken up that her son is in danger, but her practical side wins out. (Rey pretends to listen to them and then sneaks out later that night to steal a ship).

Finn, Poe, Chewie, and BB-8 are already in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. They knew she was going to try to sneak away and reluctantly agree to help her rescue Ben because she is going to do it anyway.

Poe tells them that he knows someone that could help them break into the First Order ship.

They go to Kijimi and run into Lando while trying to escape some Stormtroopers.

Chewis is captured. Rey gets upset again and uncontrollably shoots lightning while trying to rescue him. Chewie gets hit accidentally and Rey freaks out. An injured Chewie is brought aboard the First Order ship.

Lando helps make a distraction so that Poe can lead the rest of them to Zorii Bliss and Babu Frik’s workshop.

The meet D-O in Babu Frik’s workshop. BB-8 still heals him (Because I love that droid!)

Zorri gives Poe the coin to get them onto the ship. Poe is not a spice runner. Instead, he used to steal from the rich and get to the poor. Robin Hood-style. Zorri was another thief who always made fun of his need to do good.

Once onboard the First Order ship, they split up. Finn and Poe go search for Chewie while Rey tries to find Ben.

Finn and Poe find Chewie and cause a bit of trouble getting him out. This serves as enough of a distraction for Ben to free himself. (Throwback to Rey using the Force to get the Stormtroopers to free her in the first movie).

Finn and Poe rescue Chewie with help from D-O. Turns out he is a hacking droid.

Rey’s Force sense leads her the wrong direction. She is led straight to Palpatine. He shuts the door behind her.

Palpatine reveals her past to her. He tells her that she is the daughter of one of the original Palpatine's clones that developed free will and escaped from the other clones. (The clones called each other brothers and the original Palapatine father). Palpatine hides the fact that he had himself cloned by telling everything his wife died in childbirth. The Palpatine family was very rich and powerful on Naboo until the fall of the Empire with the death of Death Vader. Rey’s family had to go into hiding with no money or contacts because people wanted revenge on the Palpatine family.

Palpatine shows Rey a vision of her parents. Her father looks exactly like the Young Palpatine before her. Their house is attacked by a group of ex-Rebels soldiers (The combination of no longer have a war to fight, having no family to return to, and the need for revenge for everything they lost) They believe Rey’s father is a son of Palpatine.

Rey’s father tries to hold them off while Rey’s mother escapes with her. Her father is killed.

Rey’s mother hides her on a smuggler’s ship before leading the soldiers off in the opposite direction. She is then killed.

The smuggler’s ship takes off. A man and women find Rey hidden in their cargo. They think she is an orphan or some beggar's child who threw her away. They raise her as an employee before selling her to Ukar Plutt. Rey believes they were her parents because of the memory of her parents dying was too traumatic for her young mind to remember.

Palpatine tells her that Ben knew about her past this whole time and that he purposely withheld it from her because he knew it would turn her dark.

This is where she has the vision of the dark version of herself. She sees herself become a Sith apprentice. Palpatine tells her that she cannot escape her own fate. That she will join him and that she will rule with him as his heir.

Finn, Poe, Chewie, BB-8, and B-O get cornered by Stormtroopers. Ben rescues them. using the Force.

“Where’s Rey?”

“We thought she was with you!”

Chewie roars angrily in Ben’s face

“I know, Chewie.” Ben’s voice breaks.

Chewie hugs him.

“This a lovely family reunion, but in case you forgot we are still on a First Order ship about to be captured again,” mocks Poe.

Ben reaches out to Rey to tells her that he is safe but senses her being overcome by the darkness. Rey confronts Ben about knowing about her past. He admits that he knew and tells her that he was just trying to protect her. Rey is still furious and confused. She tells him that she can’t resist the darkness. She wants revenge for what happened to her parents and for her lost childhood.

Ben tries to talk her down, but she completely freaked out.

“Rey, if there is anyone who understands the draw to the dark side It’s me. Please tell me where you are and I will help you.”

“No one can help me.” She cuts off their bond. “I can’t fight what is inside of me.

Rey steals a First Order ship and runs away to Ahch-To

Heartbroken Ben tells the others that Rey left without them and then helps them escape.

D-O does more hacking to help them escape

Finn: “I like this droid!”

Ben and the gang flee to the Falcon. Poe and Ben fight over piloting the Falcon. Chewie is too injury to fly.

“Excuse me? What do you think you are doing?”

“This is my father’s ship!”

“Didn’t you kill him?”

“Poe!” Finn looked nervously at Ben. “Not the time.”

Poe and Ben bicker back and forth while they are chased by the First Order.

Finally Ben does a move to lose their chasers. Poe reluctantly mumbles, “Not bad.”

Finn and Poe tell Leia that Ben is back while he waits for her on the Falcon.

Leia finds Ben still sitting at the front of the Falcon looking blankly at the controls. He is remembering all of the times his father taught him how to fly and how much he misses him.

Ben and Leia are reunited. There are tears.

“I never gave up hope that you would return to me.”

Leia cries and hugs me. Ben shyly returns the hug.

Ben apologizes to Leia about Han. He tells her that he wishes he could take it all back. Leia apologizes for not doing more to protect him from Snoke and for sending him away in the first place.

Ben tells Leia about Rey. He tells her that he regrets not being fully honest with her and for pushing her away. Leia reassures him.

“Now, it’s all my fault. She’s out there all alone, and I can’t help her.”

“Sometimes, we make bad decisions when trying to protect the people we love. We act of fear instead of trust. All you can do is believe that they will have the strength to see past their own fears and return home.”

Leia formally introduces Ben to the Resistance command. Ben tells them about Palpatine's giant fleet of the planet destroyers. He also tells Finn about the other Stormtrooper who defected and where to find them.

Finn and Rose leave to convince the ex-stormtroopers to join their cause.

Lando and Chewie still go to find more help

Leia, Ben, and Poe discuss strategy. There is interesting back and forth because Leia treats Poe more like a son then she does Ben. Ben is jealous of their close relationship.

“Your father was the jealous type too. Don’t worry, you will always be my son.”

On Ahch-to, Rey destroys her ship and is about to throw the lightsaber into the fire when Luke appears.

Rey tells Luke that he was right about her. She can’t resist the pull to the dark side, so she must isolate herself from the people she loves so she doesn’t hurt them.

“Once again, amazing, everything you just said is completely wrong.”

Luke tells her that he was wrong about her. That she has more strength than she knows.

He tells her that she shouldn’t fear her darker self because that is what he forced Ben to do and what ultimately pushed him to Snoke. Luke tells Rey to trust her and Ben’s bond because together they form a dyad more powerful than any bond in the last century. Together they can overcome any obstacle.

Luke tells her she should want revenge for her parents’ death. But she should use that anger drive her to do better.

“Those Rebel soldiers acted out of fear. You need to do better than them and take out the forces that are really responsible.”

Luke shows her where to find Leia’s lightsaber and tells her that Ben is going to face Palpatine with or without her.

“He would probably do better with an actual weapon.”

Everything is pretty much the same as the movie. (Rey goes to face Palpatine alone. Ben still show up later and runs to rescue Rey :))

Ben gets Poe to drop him off on the planet.

“In case you forgot, you don’t have a lightsaber anymore. What are you going to do? Blast Palpatine?”

“I’ll work something out. Rey needs me.”

Leia sacrifices herself to use the Force to protect the Resistance fleet from Palpatine's lightning

There is an epic battle lightsaber battle between Ben, Rey and Young Palpatine. Palpatine uses Kylo Ren’s saber. Ben uses Leia’s saber while Rey uses Luke’s.

When Leia’s body fades into the Force, Rey is injury but still fights.

Rey and Ben defeat Palpatine together (We are all of the Jedi)

Ben heals Rey and Rey kisses him

They go back to the Resistance basis

Rey hugs Finn and Poe.

The movie ends with Rey and Ben going to Naboo to bury Luke’s and Leia’s lightsaber in their mother’s grave. They talk about starting a new Jedi Order that embraces a true balance between the dark and the light. They reveal their new lightsabers. Rey’s is yellow and Ben’s is purple.

The End

1K notes · View notes

7serendipities · 2 years ago

Text

Freyja’s Falcon Flight: Let it Burn Away

It’s the waxing half moon, so I’ve once again gone to see Freyja and have been shown something to share with you all. And as before, this is based on my experience, and I’m offering it to the community in case it’s helpful or resonates with some of you. If you’re used to doing journeys from a script, great! Otherwise feel free to have some one read it to you, or record yourself reading it. Edit the intro and expand the outro if you need to, but please leave the middle intact, and don’t share the recording without telling them where to find my original post!

I recommend lighting a devotional candle and/or making small offering to Freyja (perhaps a libation) before you begin. Prepare yourself however you normally would, to do work at an altar. For my part, that usually means wearing one of my devotional hair ribbons and perhaps donning magical jewelry, and acquiring something to go over my head while I journey.

Falcon Flight: Let It Burn Away

When you enter, you see many other magical practitioners, both Humans and Others, dressed in dark clothing and gathered around a central fire that is long and narrow, taking up the middle of the hall and stretched out between the dais on your left and the rear wall on your right.

As you continue to look, you notice that the fire is strange — unnaturally white, and though it burns its fuel fiercely, there is little heat and no smoke, only the faint scent of birch and flax. It is witch-fire, elf-fire, no normal hearth fire is this. And as you step forward to take your place around it, shoulder to shoulder with your fellow practitioners, you notice many of them are reaching towards the flames, to drop things in, which flare and then seem to disappear, with only a small amount of ash remaining.

You know then, what this fire is for: it cleanses the unhael, it takes those things you long to be rid of and purifies them, leaving only inert material remnants, ready to be returned to the earth. Reach into your cloak - is there something in an inner pocket that you are ready and willing to be rid of? Is there anything you have bound or trapped that you do not have the power to transmute, that you would like to offer to Freyja’s witch-fire? If you would choose to, reach out your hand now, and place it into the flames. They will not harm you, or burn any hael thing.

As you finish, you notice others have begun to leap across the flames, and as they do sometimes the edge of their cloak or a wisp of their hair catches and just as quickly burns out. Not everything that is unhael within us can be put as an object into the flames.

As you contemplate this, one person steps up to the edge of the fire at the end nearest the rear wall. All eyes are now on them, as their eyes are fixed firmly on Freyja, who stands from her seat on the dais, as they take the first step into the flames. Nine steps through the coals they take, before they emerge from the other side, and kneel before her. She bends down to bless them with her hands on their shoulders, and then tips their chin to have them stand. As she embraces this brave person, it seems to you that she whispers something in their ear, though you cannot make out either the sounds or the shapes her lips make.

Others go back to leaping across the narrow part of the flames, until another steps up to make the journey of nine steps. And another. And another. What will you do, in this place and in this time? Will you leap across, will you walk through the coals, will you approach Freyja to speak with her? Do what you feel called to do.

[interlude]

When you are finished here and have spoken with Freyja if you wish it, go back the way you came: out the door of the hall, to the forest path, through the forest, to the mound, through the mound-tunnel and out from under the root, across the plain, and back to the gate, through the tunnel of trees, and back to the meadow. Then the mist will swirl up again, and take you back to your body.

#Freyja #Falcon Flights #guided journey #journey work #trancework #purification

1 note · View note