#avenger concerto writing

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It's interesting how some of the criticisms I've seen over on r/runefactory concerning RF4's writing--specifically those surrounding Act 3--are serving as inspiration for a potential AU to explore in fanart (and maybe fanfiction as well, if I ever get around to it.)

So, you know, even as someone who adores Rune Factory 4's cast of characters and the individual character arcs everyone goes through, I am not without my criticisms of the writing. One thing I am definitely not a fan of is the fact that all three acts of the main story are essentially "save Ventuswill: Parts 1, 2, and 3." It's not that "save the Divine Dragon" is a bad plot to have, but that it never really switches up the formula enough to keep it consistently interesting across the length of RF4's story. You can easily describe the three acts of RF4's story as "Ventuswill is secretly dying! You must save her! Oh, now she's dying again! Get the Rune Spheres back from Ethelberd and save her! Surprise! She's not actually dead! Let's save her for real this time!" And because of that lack of variation, the most interesting aspects of Act 2 and Act 3, at least for me, are not saving Ventuswill, but the stuff that happens with the other characters who are involved in the plot. Arthur, who cites frequently in his dialogue how much he dislikes having been born a prince, utilizes the resources he has at his disposal to get Selphia the support it needs from the capital because as much as he may complain about his position, he knows he has a responsibility as a member of Norad's royal family and the true prince who was supposed to run Selphia. Doug, who was revealed earlier in Act 1 to actually be a spy for the Sechs with a personal vendetta against Ventuswill, feels immense guilt for having believed in a lie that ultimately hurt the people he cares about, and he actively seeks to redeem himself to the point of getting injured multiple times across Act 2. And during Act 3, we finally learn that Frey/Lest is a surviving descendant of the Earthmates who have spent literal centuries trying to find a solution to the runes in the land dying out so that Ventuswill will no longer have to rely on the sacrifices of the Guardians in order to live.

However, a post by u/KamenRiderSekai, who I believe goes by @avenger-concerto here, highlights that Act 3 does, to an extent, potentially ruin the narrative themes of Rune Factory 4's story. Even as someone who generally prefers happy endings to sad or bittersweet ones (hell, the whole reason I originally bought Rune Factory 4 Special was because I needed a more lighthearted game after the literal rain of depression that was Ender Lilies: Quietus of the Knights), Act 3 does feel very... out of place. A lot of RF4's themes revolve around those of loss, grief, loneliness, and self-isolation, and how you need to make the most of the time you have with those you love instead of shoving them away because life is so short. Although it was upsetting to see Ventuswill die at the end of the Act 2 despite all the crap Lest/Frey went through trying to save her, it feels... fitting, especially since Frey/Lest's ending narration solidifies that although they and the rest of the town were in mourning for some time, they resolved to move forward with their lives because all Ventuswill wanted was a bright future for her friends and for Selphia, and she was absolutely tired of people sacrificing themselves for her sake.

But Act 3 comes along and you learn that Oh, not only was Ventuswill not ready to go just yet, but we still have a chance to save Ventuswill despite the fact that she's literally dead. I get that although it has its "dark" moments, Rune Factory is overall a fairly lighthearted series, but it just seems very shoehorned in for the sake of giving players a happy ending where Ventuswill is alive and well. And when you do complete Rune Prana and save Ventuswill, there is so very little fanfare to the point that there isn't even a credits roll like the first two acts; all you get is a commemorative illustration featuring Ventuswill in her human form down in the trophy room. It makes Act 3 almost feel like one big afterthought despite the important lore it contains, especially in regards to Frey/Lest.

With all that said, KamenRiderSekai did briefly bring up an interesting, alternate concept for Act 3, one that has been gnawing at my brain off and on again since I originally first read it. Taken directly from the original reddit thread:

"A more apt arc would have been maybe the birth or succession of a new "Ventuswill", which is something I've always thought of as an alternative for years on end."

This makes so much more sense to me on so many levels. First off: Ventuswill does state during Act 1 that, when she expires, the runes her body gives off will be enough to sustain the land for another 1000 years, during which a new Native Wind Dragon will be born to play their role as she did. A new "Ventuswill" being born, possibly as a result of the influences of the Rune Spheres as well as whatever efforts the protagonist and the Guardians put in, would 100% make sense from a lore standpoint. However, it also makes sense from a thematic standpoint in regards to the franchise as a whole.

A major theme prevalent in the Rune Factory series is the cycle of life, death and rebirth. In almost every game, the protagonist loses their memories, resulting in the "death" of their past self. They wake up in a new town that takes them in, where they create a new life for themselves; eventually, they fall in love with someone, get married, and start a family with their spouse. This lines up so well with the idea that even though the old Ventuswill is gone, she is not forgotten and her spirit will live on in the new Wind Dragon who will one day guide and protect the land like their predecessor.

If I were to make this into a full blown AU, there are other things I would like to explore as well. I highlighted in a post from August about how Arthur's Another Episode reveals that Selphia's relationship with the royal family is complicated because it is not actually ruled by the king, but by Ventuswill herself, and that her death should have had more implications in terms of Selphia's political status as well as in regards to Frey/Lest and Arthur's switch... which it doesn't because a major point of RF4's gameplay is that you're in charge of Selphia and even Arthur returning to his position briefly during Act 2 doesn't affect your ability to manage the town through the Order Symbol.

There is also the matter of the Guardians; although they willingly allowed themselves to have the Etherlink spell cast on them because they wanted to save Ventuswill, all four of them had lives prior to their centuries-long slumber and with her death, it seemingly renders the sacrifices they made pointless. So, you know, there is an incredibly great potential for angst as well as character development if this becomes a "Okay, we failed to save Ventuswill, but we can speedrun the birth of the new Ventuswill" plot.

I'm sorry for the massive ramble. It is just strangely satisfying knowing that some genuinely valid criticisms of a game I adore have the potential to result in some incredibly tasty fanwork scenarios.

#rune factory #rune factory 4 #rf4 #rf4 ventuswill #spoilers

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Operation Knight Song (RFSS2018)

Heya @invaderpig I’m your Secret Santa for 2018. I want to extend my deepest apologies for posting this so late. The Holidays got hectic as hell for me back in December along with other priorities coupled with post-Holiday slump. I managed to finish this ficlet though. I had a blast working on this one. I’ve never done Doug x Frey in any fan RF4 work so I hope I captured their dynamic finely.

Wishing you a late Happy Holidays and a Happy new Year! Once more, I would like to thank @runefactorysecretsanta for hosting this event. This is my third time in a row participating and I love how it brings the RF community together. 

Title: Operation Knight Song

Genre(s): Slice of life, romance, fluff, comedy, some drama

Pairings / ships: Doug x Frey and Margaret / Meg x Forte

Rating: T (13 and up) - mild profanity, some innuendos / suggestive jokes but nothing extreme.

Summary: During the Night of Holies in Selphia, Doug and Frey help Forte confess to the love of her life in a group outing.

Word count: 3813 words.

It was the snowy and star-lit evening of Winter the 24th in the independent town of Selphia. More specifically, it was the eve which preceded Christmas day: the Night of Holies.

Usually, it was tradition for the natives of Norad and by extension Selphia to celebrate the evening in peaceful solace and tranquility. In addition, it was known as a night perfect for romantic rendezvous and evening dates. It was all the more true for the Night of Holies this particular year.

Within the grand halls of Selphia Castle, the princess and her first man hurriedly prepared for what the former codenamed as “Operation Knight Song”.

“Doug, we’re going to be late. C’mon you’re taking too long! They might have arrived at the plaza already…”

“Hold on, dear. Ngh, this jacket’s too huge! I have no idea what size Volkanon picked out but it’s taking me longer than usual to…”

“Ok, less complaining, more moving or we’re gonna be late. We don’t want to keep them waiting, right?”

“Wait dear, I’m finished!!”

In a frenzied but enthusiastic rush, Princess Frey’s husband: Doug, descended from the 2nd floor of their living area with a pair of black pants, brown snowboots and a crimson colored jacket. Despite his previous complaints, it turns out the jacket was just about the right size as shown through his satisfied grin.

“Well, how do I look?” the red-head dwarf asked between gasping breaths.

“You look fantastic!” Frey chirped with a smiled as she clapped her hands together. “What do you think of mine now? Dolce and Clorica helped pick this out for me the other day. We had it custom tailored and ordered from Norad’s capital.”

Doug took another look at his wife’s snow-friendly attire which consisted of a beautiful black coat accompanied by an emerald coloured Wooly fur snow cap with both pieces complimented by an illustrious snow white scarf. For the evening, Frey had also undid her twin-tails, letting her long and beautiful emerald hair down.

“Stunning, I dunno what else to say.” Doug widened his eyes while his lips formed what could easily be described as a dreamy yet flustered smile.

“Hoooooh? Flirting this early on in the Night of Holies?” Frey snickered as she motion towards her husband, clinging onto his arm playfully. “I guess you are desperate for a spot within Santa’s Naughty List.”

“Gahhh, cut it out!” Doug yelped, his objections contradicting his now reddened cheeks. “N-not that I mind but not this early either, h-haha…”

“This blockhead,” Frey whimsically thought, “Wonder how we’re gonna have kids at this rate?”

Doug spoke, “So uh, what about Ventuswill?”

“She’s fast asleep.” she informed her husband, “I had Clorica and Vishnal prepare her a cup of hot milk and a serving of pancakes. Venti wanted to go to bed early so she wouldn’t wake up late and miss the Christmas festivities.”

“Alright! Now that’s all settled…Let’s head out then, shall we?” Doug smiled coolly, extending his hand out.

Frey giggled slightly as she took her husband by the hand. “Of course. As the high princess of Selphia, Operation Knight Song will not fail!”

For the sake of some yuletide context in this given Night of Holies and by extension “Operation Knight Song”, it is commonly well known in Selphia that there were two individuals who helped push the princess together with the hotheaded dwarf shopkeep of the general store. The honour went to none other than Margaret or by her nickname: Meg, the gentle elf musician of Porcoline’s Kitchen and Forte, the dashing and valiant head knight of the town.

Meg acted as a wingwoman of sorts to her close friend Frey and it was Forte who was always there to convince Doug to get his act together when it mattered the most. They’ve both remained strong family friends to Selphia’s royal couple ever since.

Of course, there is much more to this story and Frey herself knew it very well. Throughout this all Meg and Forte remained close friends. Relegating the overall feeling to “friendship” was a massive underestimation, so to speak. In reality…

“Forte, Meg! We’re here!” Frey excitingly called out as she and her husband approached the two figures waiting outside on the snowy centre of Selphia plaza.

“Good evening you two!” Margaret waved her hand and approached the couple, giving Frey an affectionate hug afterwards. “Ohmigosh, you both look so adorable!”

“Awwwww, thank you!” Frey squeed in delight. “You’re looking stylish too Meg. Same goes to you, Forte!”

“N-no, I’m not in need for any compliment whatsoever…” the blonde and tall knight mumbled. “I just put on a new cape that Kiel bought me. If anything, Meg looks so much better.”

Margaret wore her usual outfit but this time adorned with an azure mantle cloak, a kind of fashion that was common in the Nation of Elves as well as a checkered scarf which Forte had given her as a birthday present earlier in the year.

Forte had her usual armour equipped with additional protection from the winter evening including the aforementioned new cape which her younger brother had given her as a present. Outing or not, a knight had to remain prepared for anything. Whether it would be against monsters, immediate threats…or confessing to the love of her life.

“Great, then we’re all gearing to go.” Frey raised her fist into the air. “Onward to the observatory!”

“Hey, be careful or you’re going to trip!” Doug called out as his energetic spouse went on ahead. “Honestly, some things never change…”

“You seem rather excited yourself.” Forte commented with a half-smile on her face. “Not as enthusiastic as Frey but still.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah…So, you’re ready for this?” the dwarf gazed at the knight whose cheeks became flushed with pink not soon after. “I mean, you can do it any other time of the year but if you want to leave a lasting impression, it’s now or never.”

“Um, I know that!” Forte answered with a determined voice.

“What do you know exactly, Forte?” Meg curiously tapped her on the shoulders, resulting in a brief but alarmed shriek.

“M-MEG?! UHHH NOTHING!! WE WERE TALKING ABOUT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Just about how we should enjoy the Night of Holies b-because it only comes once a year. Yeah, it’s like that.”

“Well, best we get a move on. The snow might stop at any moment and I want to bask in this blissful scenery as much as possible. I saw Frey rush past your house already.” Meg stated while pointing to the western-most exit of the plaza.

“R-right…” Forte nodded as she followed Margaret down the steps leading to the town’s western residential district.

Doug was left alone in his thoughts for the time being. “Man, I know Frey wants to thank them for everything they’ve done for both of us but…this is something out of a romcom novel that Granny Blossom keeps inside her old shelves.”

Frey’s eccentrically named plan, “Operation Knight Song” had one and only one singular goal: successfully get Forte to ask Meg out. This wasn’t anything platonic or familial either.

Another piece of information that was common to most of the town’s inner circle was that Forte being madly in love for Selphia’s star musician, Margaret.

As a knight, romance or intimacy was not within her scope of immediate prioritization. Those never crossed her mind as much as it did for the other girls in town especially during their seasonal sleep over gatherings.

Yet Margaret came into Forte’s life and ever since then her existence alone did just about everything to question the knight’s supposed heterosexuality.

There are numerous reasons as to how the elven musician had stolen the knight’s heart but even then she couldn’t list all of them properly without breaking down into an awkward, stuttering and anxious mess. Meg was resourceful, hardworking, beautiful, compassionate, charismatic, somewhat of a dorky odd-ball, both shared some latent fear of phantoms (Pico was the prime exception) and Forte’s mental list could go on and on.

Forte was content simply just remaining close friends with the musician but as the months and years went by it became clear that she couldn’t deny her own feelings any further.

It started out with simpler things such as her regular compliments towards Meg becoming more frequent in nature. It was followed with other small instances such as their hands brushing against each other by accident on several occasions or noticing the aromatic scent of her hair on a more regular basis. Afterwards, it all escalated to much greater physical contact such as sitting awkwardly as Meg fell asleep next to her on the bench during one late afternoon after work.

It reached an apex when the musician casually kiss the knight on the cheek during her birthday. All Frey and Doug could recall was that Forte was reduced to a stuttering, flustered mess that same day.

A few weeks later, the knight confided with the royal couple that she could no longer deny the feelings she’s harboured for Meg and declared her resolved intention to confess.

Needless to say, Frey 100% supported the proposition alongside her husband, even if the latter wasn’t too enthusiastic about lowkey stalking their Night of Holies date in the guise of a group outing.

Doug sighed and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group. Even if he wanted to, it was too late to turn back now.

Within the top floor of the windmill observatory’s interior, Doug had finally caught up as his wife handed out the hot beverages and snacks she had prepared for them all prior to leaving.

“I brought along some hot cocoa and choco cookies.” Frey pulled out four heated thermos containers and a plate of chocolate chip-cookies from her picnic basket. “I have a few bottles of Prelude to Love in here too that I brewed up during these past few days if you’d like some later tonight Meg.”

“That would be lovely, thanks!” Meg cheerfully replied.

“Doug and I are gonna go head down now.” Frey announced suddenly, “Oops, you see…uhhh…turns out I forgot a few extra cloaks and blankets, incase for when it gets colder tonight…Y-yeah.”

“Wait, we just got up here!” Doug stuttered in an alarmed fashion. “Also, I brought us some blankets and cloaks in my bag…AGH.”

Frey interrupted her husband’s objections by playfully pinching him on his bottom. He played along as a result. “Uhhh, I mean yeah. I totally forgot them. H-haha, oops.”

“We’ll be right back in a jiffy, ok? I left the hot drinks and cookies near the benches next to the outer entry. Help yourselves!” Frey playfully declared as she and Doug descended down the stairs.

Forte sighed. She knew very well that the entire thing was a copout ruse to make sure she and Meg were alone. She appreciated the sentiment but wished as well that the couple didn’t have to sacrifice a part of their romantic evening to help her confess the feelings she’s held for so long towards the beautiful elven musician who stood nearby.

“Ahem. Ummm, mind if we step outside? I want to take a good look at view right now.” Forte somewhat nervously proposed.

“Hmm? Sure thing. The snowy evening view probably goes great with the hot cocoa.”

“So easily. What about your fear of heights, Meg?”

Meg giggled lightly and responded, “Why would I be worried about that? Especially when I have you by my side?”

Forte couldn’t help but melt internally and smile at the sentiment. She extended her arm out towards Meg, offering her hand. “Well then, shall we?”

“Wowwww!!” Meg gasped in delight. As they walked into the exterior viewing balcony of the observatory, the sight of a tranquil snowy evening glittered with the night sky’s stars awaited them both. “I’ve been to this observatory countless of times but the view’s always amazing…”

“And to think you were afraid of coming here, let alone of setting foot into the observatory’s top floor because of your fear of heights…” Forte teased slightly and continued. “…I’m glad you’re enjoying the view these days.”

“Uh huh…” Meg nodded enthusiastically while she opened up her drink. Taking a light sip, she sighed happily. “Ahhh, this is heaven. I’m not big of a chocolate lover as much as Dolce but this alongside he winter evening is pure utter bliss…”

“Indeed,” Forte agreed, taking small sips of her hot cocoa while her gaze was transfixed between both the view and at Meg herself. “This reminds me of my childhood…Our parents always used to make us hot cocoa on winter evenings. My mother was practically a master at the craft and it was one of the many things that warmed our father up after his snowy evening patrols…”

“Forte…”

“They’re both gone now. However, what isn’t are the memories they left behind for Kiel and I. For that reason…I want to keep living on, protecting those I hold dear and…well, continue to make even happier memories with the people I care for.” Forte uttered the last part out with a faint blush.

“Awwwww, that’s so sweet…” Margaret softly said, hugging the knight from the side. The surprise was almost enough to let her drop the hot cocoa she had been handling finely.

“EEEEEK!! M-meg…please.” Forte staggered, “I could have spilled something hot on either of us… be more careful…”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” she laughed gingerly, breaking the hug. “I really am happy though…to be here. Happy to be with you all…that’s all.”

“Hmmm? Is something the matter?”

“Well, just that…When I first came to Selphia, truth to be told: I was afraid. Porcoline had recently taken me under his wing at the time…I knew nobody in town. I wasn’t sure if I could open my heart up so easily. Especially somewhere so far away from home…Then I met you, Lumie, Venti, Dylas, Arthur, Frey and everyone…I fell in love with this town soon afterwards. It’s far from my birthplace but…Selphia’s my home. I wouldn’t have it any other way and…I’m just so thankful to be here with you all.”

“Meg…”

Meg sighed trying to shake away what was a bittersweet smile on her lips just moments ago, “…Sorry, I got over sentimental again. Winter evenings like this remind me of my homeland a bit, I couldn’t help it. Anyways, why don’t I play us a song?”

Now was the time, Forte realized.

“Uhhh Meg…look…I…there’s something I need to…uh, well…”

“Huh? You want me to play a Christmas song? Ok, I’ll think…Silent Night or Jingle Bells…I want to see how it works on my harp…”

“No, that’s not it, I wanted to say that…um…”

“Wait, neither of those songs? Well, I’ll just play us Joy to the World and…”

Forte bit her lip in frustration. Her thoughts raced insanely as her heartbeat rose sharply. “Forte, it’s now or never.”

“I got it! I’ll go play us Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, that was a classic my old teacher taught me…”

“Meg, please listen to me: I love you.”

“...Huh?”

As the knight uttered those very words from her lips, it’s almost as if time itself had stopped in its tracks that winter-clad evening. Meg’s expression went from that of her usually cheerful eccentric one to that of pure speechlessness.

“I don’t mean as a friend or as a sister. Meg…look, I love you as a woman. Romantically. You’re caring, knowledgable, talented, compassionate, empowering, warm and just pleasant to be around everyday. My chest has been racing as of lately just being next to you…I don’t know what else to say…”

“Forte…is this true?” Meg blinked while a tint of red began slowly surfacing from her own cheeks.

“Yes, it’s all true. I was scared prior to this…We’re both girls and I have no idea how your culture does it…hell, I’m not even sure how my parents would react if they could see this but I don’t care! As a knight of Ventuswill and all of Selphia, I’m not going to hold my feelings back in front of the woman I love, damn it!”

Once more, Forte was met with a silent and blank response from the musician. Fearing it amounted to nothing but a potential awkward rejection, she steeled herself for what was next. She walked into this knowing that heartbreak might be a viable outcome but she would rather have professed her feelings than hold her silence forever.

“I’m sorry…who was I kidding. Just pretend I said nothing, please…Regardless, I want us to remain friends and…”

“You idiot…” Meg gritted her teeth, glaring with tears in her eyes.

Forte wasn’t given much room to react as Meg tightly embraced her as if it would be their last.

“M-meg…?!”

“Honestly…you blockhead…” she sniffled, keeping her arms wrapped around the knight tightly. “Took you long enough…! I’m so happy…I’m so glad you feel the same way…”

“Feel the same way…y-you…you mean…?”

“Yes…but…I’m afraid too. Not because we’re both girls. I don’t care about that at all…it’s because I’m an elf. You’re human.”

“What if you are an elf? I care nothing about that. I know there are places in Norad that ostracize your people but I’m not…”

“It’s not that!” Meg cried out as she continued to cling onto Forte. She blinked through her tears and continued, “It’s much more complicated. You know that elves live longer than humans do. What if you go before me…? You’re a knight…You’ve already pledged your life to the sword. Your line of work makes it so that you’re ready for death at any given moment. If you die before me and I have to live out the remainder of my existence in this world without you…I…”

“Meg…” Forte whispered, “You’re not wrong. I’ve devoted my life to the path of the sword. The sword is nothing more than an extension to my real devotion: those who I care for. You included most of all. You’re right…maybe I could fall in battle or I might succumb to illness, who knows what the future has in store but…I’d rather face those dangers while protecting and loving you…”

“Forte…”

“I know we have to go slow of course…I-if you say yes, that is!” Forte stammered but regained her verbal composure right after. “Going moderately is the key but my feelings for you are genuine…Meg…I want to be your knight and dedicate my sword to you. B-by that…I want to be your girlfriend. W-well…?”

It wasn’t too long after that the musician’s anxious tears were immediately replaced with tearful giggles as she broke her embrace. “Honestly, do all knights have to confess like this? I don’t even want to know what the marriage proposal would be like…!”

“H-hey, I was being serious…”

“I know, Forte. I know very well…Therefore, my answer is: I accept!” Meg spoke out the last part with a cheerful grin as she wiped the last of her tears away.

“Huh?! Meg, are you sure about this?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Not going to lie: I’m still anxious…I have no idea what awaits us but…with my brave and dashing girlfriend by my side, I have nothing to fear.”

“Meg…ugh…I…” Forte attempted to choke back a sob as tears welled up her own eyes. She stepped forward and gave her beloved a firm embrace. She sobbed softly between sniffles and hiccups, “Ngh…I’m so happy…I was afraid that…ugh…Meg…I love you! I love you so much!”

Reciprocating the embrace, Meg giggled softly as she comforted the sobbing knight. “You big dork…I love you too…don’t panic. Even if I said no, I wasn’t going to leave you behind either…You’re precious to me no matter what…”

“Sorry…I shouldn’t have lost my composure like that. It was unknightly of me, so to speak.” Forte calmed down as Meg wiped her tears away.

“I dunno, I have absolutely no problems seeing this side of you either.” Meg playfully teased.

“Hey!! Ugh…you’ve always been unpredictable at times, you know that?”

“Maybe. Maybe not…I wanna do something else unpredictable, of course.”

Forte swallowed a lump as her heart raced once more. “Well, what would that be?”

Kiss.

Eyes still widened, Forte stared blankly as Meg’s lips parted from hers in a quick but blissful instant. “Merry Christmas Forte. I love you.”

“Ah.” Forte said aloud and continued. “Ah. Ah. Ahhhhh.”

Thud.

“Oh my gosh, Forte!!” Meg cried out in horror as she witnessed her newly confessed girlfriend dropping to her knees. She immediately knelt down herself cradled the flustered knight around her arms. “Are you okay?! Do you have a fever?! Are you tired?!”

Meg was all the more puzzled as she witnessed Forte’s unconscious but dreamy eyed and flustered expression. It was as if she had gone to heaven and ascended into a higher plane of goddesshood.

“Honestly…I need to get us both inside ASAP. Can’t have my girlfriend fainting outside here.”

Unbeknownst to either of them, the royal couple stood quietly in wait within the observatory’s interior in a floor below.

“Fufufufu…looks like Operation Knight Song was a grand success.” Frey sheepishly giggled. “Mission accomplished!”

“Uhhhhh…We did absolutely nothing besides eavesdrop.” Doug informed in a deadpan tone.

“C’mon, dear. We promised to be backup for Forte incase she froze up but looks like she didn’t need our help. That’s my Forte, haha…”

“Well, I’m happy for them both. That much I’ll say. I think we need to go up there before Forte freaks out any further.” Doug proposed but his intentions were interrupted by the mischievous princess holding up a mistletoe over both their heads.

“Oh hell no. Dear, please. Not now…w-wait until home at least!!” the fiery red-head dwarf took a step back, panicking.

“Awwwww, don’t be like that.” Frey licked her lips. “It’s almost midnight. Besides, I want to give Forte and Meg some time to themselves while I have my own little fun…”

Doug swallowed hard, laughing nervously. He had no intention of denying his playful wife’s advances but he braced himself for what came next. This of course consisted of Frey pouncing on her husband and showering him with cuddles and a flurry of kisses over his face and neck.

Overall, it was just another snowy, heated, chaotic but romantic Night of Holies in Selphia.

#rfss2018 #rune factory 4 #rf4 #rf4 frey #rf4 doug #rf4 margaret #rf4 forte #frey x doug #meg x forte #yuri #femslash #avenger concerto writing

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Regulus Black

Romeo, Juliet & Quidditch

Summary: One very eventful Quidditch final can do more than Regulus and his Juliet ever imagined; strengthening family ties, Y/N's mind, and Reg's feelings all at once.

Charlie Weasley

Secret. (18+)

Summary: You have a secret regarding the dragon taming Weasley. The only issue is that he sees you as the child you were a few years ago. When you become legal, he seems to seek you out wherever you are. Maybe he has a secret too.

Couple Blurbs

Lily & James Potter - First Kiss.

Summary: When Lily sees a new side of James, she thinks maybe falling for him isn’t so bad after all.

Albus & Scorpius - Before You Go.

Summary: At the 5th year prom, Albus and Scorpius find they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Just one dance, before you go

Bill & Fleur - Our Spot.

Summary: After the final task, Fleur finds herself in despair, and goes to the only spot she can think of to unwind, not expecting to be approached by a handsome stranger.

Dean & Seamus - At Last.

Summary: Years of tiptoeing around one another and hidden feelings come to a head when Seamus finds a stack of art beneath Dean's bed. At last, something might happen.

Doctor Stephen Strange

ᲦBaby Blues & Tattoos (18+)

Summary: After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night?

Loki Laufeyson

ᲦDress.

Summary: This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man

Everything Happens for a Reason.

Summary: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker, post endgame. Months after the death of your father, your aunt, and your uncle, you find yourself in a sticky situation, and to make it even worse, your childhood crush doesn’t even recognise you now. Then again, doing most of your growing up while half of the population is dead doesn’t exactly bode well for your love life nor your commitment issues. When things finally start to turn around while learning to live with a disability, will you still be taken away to live with your step mother, or will love pan out at last? After all, everything happens for a reason.

Steve Rogers, Captain America

Promise? (18+)

Summary: Being an apprentice at the Avengers Tower is never easy, especially not when you make a promise to your favourite person there and fail to keep it, through no fault of your own. In a matter of seconds, your world comes crumbling around, but Steve seems to come around in order to pick up the pieces.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye

Rough. (18+)

Summary: After the snap, you never think you’ll see Clint again. Hanging around the tower alone day in and day out becomes tiring, especially when your hormones are in overdrive and you can’t stop thinking about the one avenger you haven’t yet had in bed, until he walks through the door more attractive than ever. (Seriously read the warnings for this, it’s very kinky).

Tom Hiddleston

Ღ BAFTAs.

Summary: Tom thieves your panties after you rile him up the night of the BAFTAs, and he doesn't anticipate the consequences of keeping underwear in his pocket on the red carpet. (Definitely mature with heavy implications, but no explicit smut)

Ღ Stripped Sunday

Summary: Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

NSFW Alphabet. (18+)

Summary: An incredibly explicit NSFW alphabet about Tom Hiddleston, detailing his deepest fantasies and darkest truths; or how I imagine them to be, at least.

Tom Holland

Just Friends?

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a long time, and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

Harrison Osterfield

Quarantine. (18+)

Summary: Quarantine with a bunch of sex deprived twenty-odd year old boys isn’t your idea of fun, especially not when the only one you want refuses to pay even the slightest bit of attention. Taking measures into your own hands is only simple until you get caught.

A Happy Day (& A Puppy)

Summary: Today is the day you and Haz get a puppy. It's the next big step in your relationship, and despite your anxieties, you know it's a happy day.

Sebastian Stam

The Ballet Teacher.

Summary: Ballet teacher!reader. Sebastian's daughter attends a very prestigious ballet school, but when she's late out one day, the last thing he expects to happen is to meet her wonderful new teacher, who has him head over heels.

Timothée Chalamet

Ღ Concerto. (18+)

Summary: At a classical music concert, the last person you expect to meet is a young man as charming and suave as Timothée. And the last thing you expected is for him to invite you back to his flat. Turns out music really is food for the soul, and other things...

Fair Game. 

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tim, has hurt you for the last time. You didn’t realise you could ever feel this broken, especially because of someone you once loved so much, but maybe, just maybe, it’s for the best.

Tom Felton

Risk.

Summary: After your break up, one that pained you to the bone, you try to escape and you find yourself taking that one risk you always thought you should, travelling. A simple day out, and the one person you don’t want to see is the one person who can help you with your car troubles. Could he help with your heart troubles too, over a reminiscent dinner perhaps?

Baby on the Brain.

Summary: Visiting Tom’s brother and his new baby should be a walk in the park, really, but some unwitting truths come to ahead that you can’t refute. You’ve always wanted a family, but does Tom? (Request for Tom Felton: you guys meet his brother's new baby and then decide to have your own.)

Elizabeth Debicki

Gorgeous.

Summary: Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

Christmas Morning. (18+)

Summary: Christmas morning in a hidden wintry lodge is everything you could’ve dreamed of. Then again, it’d be perfect even without the setting and the heating, because all you want for Christmas is Elizabeth, and that she gives you. Wholly.

Reunion Revenge. (18+)

Summary: At first, when your brother roped you into attending your high school reunion with your wife, you hated the idea. Now, all eyes are on you, all the focus on your career, and maybe this is the revenge you always needed, of course aided by Liz's quick thinking and hidden surprises.

Hailee Steinfeld

Live.

Summary: The first night of Hailee's tour, you're a guest singer... and her girlfriend. Everything will go to plan, surely, even when she looks that good and sings that well...

Sherlock Holmes

Ღ Kiss Me, Mr Detective. (18+)

Summary: After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, it’s different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the night…

Chuck Bass

Safe.

Summary: A small British village version of Constance & St Jude’s. The aftermath of your drive home from Saturday’s house party becomes haunting and brings out a new side in you. Not that you’re complaining, especially not when you have the well-versed Chuck Bass as your friend and safety. 

(Send in any requests to my inbox.)

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Tony dies and Natasha is devastating by her boyfriend’s death until he comes back as an angel with beautiful wings. I keep things simple so your creativity isn’t withheld. Love your work!

Hello @chuckshurleyfucks

Remember me? You sent me this really great prompt so long ago and I am really sorry this comes after so much time! :( I don’t have much time to write and often I’m away from tumblr for some time. But I told myself that I’ll finish each and every request in my inbox NO MATTER WHAT and I fianlly had the chance to write yours. :)

I really hope it resembles what you desired to read and I can only hope it was worth the wait!

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Release date: 21/04/21

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Tony dies in an accident and Natasha is devastated. After the funeral, however, she has an unexpected meeting with him.

Words count: 3 139

A/N: I guess I could call it a magical AU :)

Warnings: None, maybe a little bit of angst

Requests | Masterlist

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes.

This fic is my own work, it is not to be re-posted on this site or posted anywhere else without my knowledge and consent!

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“Tony Stark was a great man,” Rhody’s voice echoed in the capacious room in the Avengers Headquarters. “Despite being Tony Stark”.

Laughter rose among the attendants. Natasha smiled, too. For the first smile since the accident.

A picture of Tony himself filled the giant screen behind Rhody. He turned around and looked at his best friend. Nobody could see but his eyes were watery. Rhody turned back to the crowd.

“Is it me or was his head actually this size?” he said as he pointed at the enormous photo of Tony projected on the wall.

Everyone laughed again. Even louder than before. Natasha’s smile was even bigger.

‘Oh, it was,’ she thought to herself.

After the ceremony was over Natasha retired to their room. She closed the door behind her and leaned upon its massive structure. She stared at the empty bed with an even emptier gaze. It looked bigger now.

Natasha waddled to the wardrobe. She pushed the door and walked inside an even bigger room. The lights turned on automatically. It was Tony and Natasha’s private wardrobe. She walked to the hangers holding Tony’s suits. Natasha slowly slid her hand upon one of them and closed her eyes. She pictured her loved one in it on Wanda and Vision’s wedding. He was smiling, he was laughing, life was flowing through his veins.

‘Congratulations,’ he had said hugging the newlywed couple.

‘Thank you, Mr. Stark’, Vision had replied. ‘Perhaps, sir, now it is your turn,’ he had added nodding towards Natasha.

Tony had looked at his girlfriend across the garden with twinkling eyes. ‘Perhaps, it is,’ he had whispered heard only by the bride and groom.

Natasha opened her eyes and a tear slid down her face. Her skin was still moist from all the preceding crying. She let the tear flow down freely. Its final destination was on her bosoms.

Natasha walked towards another suit. She held it with both her hands and shove her face at it. She took a deep breath and breathed in the leftover aroma from Tony’s perfume. He wore this suit just a week ago. As Natasha sniffed the fabrics she could hear Tony speaking.

“All just for you, my love,” he said while unfolding the blindfold upon Natasha’s eyes.

“Tony,” she gasped at the view of the beautifully decorated gazebo in the garden surrounded by flowers and burning candles.

It was a hot summer night. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the flowers. The discreet light of the candles provided perfect view of the stars above them. Crickets played a lovely concerto.

“Tonight it’s just you and me,” Tony said with tenderness and he literally meant it for the waiters were a few droids from his Iron Legion.

The night was going as planned and Tony knew there was only one final thing missing to make it perfect.

“Nat,” he said holding Natasha’s hands. “There is something I want to ask you. But you need to close your eyes.”

Natasha curved her lips in a smile and closed her eyes. She suspected what was to follow but it still took her by surprise.

“You can open them now,” Tony said with noticeable nervousness in his voice.

Natasha opened her eyes and a specific reflected light crossed her eyes. She looked down and saw the most beautiful diamond upon a ring. Her eyes met with Tony’s. They were sparkling even brighter than the diamond.

“Nat, will you marry me?”

Natasha sobbed. She had taken the ring box out of the internal pocket of the suit jacket. She opened it and looked at the ring. It seemed even more beautiful now. Out of fear not to lose it she kept it there safe during their final mission.

Natasha let it all out. The most gruesome sound exited her. Tears were falling down her face. She leaned towards the wall and slowly slid down. She was panting. The memory was too strong, too vibrant. She laid down completely squeezing the ring box at her chest. She closed her eyes and heard the bombarding again.

Two days ago Tony and Natasha were on what seemed to be nothing more than a routine mission. There was a minor terrorist attack just outside the city in which a small group of people threw grenades and shot at the nearby houses, stores, and cars. Agents of Tony and Natasha’s class weren’t needed at all but Tony had a thing against terrorists, so he couldn’t miss destroying some more. Natasha had joined him in the last moment. She always said he needed her back up, especially on the ground. Besides, she loved watching her future husband kicking ass in his latest Iron Man suit.

Natasha was smiling playfully as she observed Tony far up in the sky threatening the puny terrorists on the ground. His voice could be heard loud and clear even down there thanks to a special technology which he had recently developed. The three men seemed terrified and were yelling some words in Arabic, their arms were in the air and they dropped their weapons.

‘Easy peasy’, everyone thought at this view. The S.H.E.I.L.D. agents were looking at Tony with admiration wishing they had what he had and hoping that someday they’d possess at least half of Tony’s authority.

Natasha was smiling smugly and was already packing her ‘toys’ which she obviously wouldn’t need during this mission when she heard it. Loud thundering sounds coming from very near. She quickly looked around trying to figure out where did the sound come from. But before she managed to make a full turn the wave from the explosions threw her few meters behind. For a moment sand and dirt fell all over her face. A high-pitched noise rang in her ears. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, the world around her was spinning.

An impenetrable fog of sand and dust surrounded Natasha. The only thing she could perceive was the distant thunders of bombing and shooting. Except that it wasn’t distant. It was right there, so very close to her but her hearing was impaired. So when she heard that raw gruesome sound of metal hitting the ground hard she hadn’t whatsoever realized it was Tony himself. Natasha closed her eyes and felt completely senseless.

When she finally opened her eyes the world was still spinning but the high-pitched sound was getting weaker. Natasha couldn’t know how long she’d been on the ground unconscious.

‘Ambush,’ she thought to herself as she groaned trying to get up. Her legs were really unstable but somehow she managed to remain standing.

“Tony,” she tried to speak but barely any sound came out of her lips.

The sound of the bombing had seized. Now she could hear some distant noise of people screaming and could distinguish silhouettes running around.

“Tony!” Natasha shouted as loud as she could. The sound was still very quiet but she started to regain her senses.

The more Natasha walked towards those people, the better she could hear and see. The fog was clearing up and everything hitherto shapeless started to fall into pieces.

“Agent Romanoff, are you alright?” Natasha noticed a fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in front of her.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. What happened? Where’s Tony?”

“There was an ambush, ma’am,” the man continued speaking. “After those three terrorists seemed to be surrendering there was whole artillery that appeared out of the blue hiding underneath enormous canvases that had perfectly blended with the landscape. They hit us unexpectedly, ma’am. They threw bombs, grenades and every hellish explosive you can think of,” the man stopped talking as if there was something more which he just didn’t want to say.

“Well, where’s Tony, then?” Natasha was persistent. There was no getting out of this.

The man sighed. The dust had almost completely settled, so Natasha could see his face quite clearly. There was something bad written in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, agent Romanoff,” the man finally said pointing away in a direction to her right.

Natasha followed his finger and with terror noticed the Iron Man suit lying on the ground in a little crater.

“Tony!” Natasha shouted and ran towards him.

Due to the shock from the explosions her legs and balance were still compromised, so she tripped and fell two times until she managed to get to Tony. He was lying on his back but from the traces of the impact it was clear that he hadn’t fallen that way and had been moved from the agents.

A paramedic was examining him as Natasha walked near. Her facial expression and eyes showed fear. The strongest fear she had ever felt in her entire life. Abruptly, her whole body started trembling, she couldn’t catch breath and tears flew down her face.

Tony was lying in his forcefully opened Iron Man suit covered in blood and bruises. She could barely recognize his face which seemed twisted now. The suit had absorbed part of the impact but he had fallen from a great height.

The paramedic was looking down shaking his head. A defibrillator lied near him obviously recently used. His colleague took a deep breath and then Natasha heard the worst words in her entire life.

“Time of death,” said the second paramedic and looked at his watch. “1:03 p.m.”

“No!” Natasha screeched so loudly that the two paramedics jumped startled. They hadn’t noticed her presence beforehand.

She gathered a whole lot of looks from other agents, as well. Some of which were also still unaware of the tragedy.

“Tony,” Natasha barely made a sound as she fell on her knees next to his dead body. Tears were falling down her face and she could barely breathe.

The two paramedics discreetly recoiled. They had to take care of the body but also knew they had to give Natasha a moment.

She gently placed her hands upon his distorted face. His blood was already drying but his skin was still warm. So warm as if he was still alive. Could it be that the paramedics were wrong? Natasha slowly slid her right hand and felt his carotid. No pulse.

Why had they given up? Natasha examined more of Tony’s body. There were noticeable fractures on his chest and abdomen. He definitely had broken ribs and most likely suffered from a punctured lung for his chest was purple and bloody. Some of the blood upon his face had surely flowed from his mouth.

There was no doubt. Tony Stark was dead and the tries of the paramedics had been unsuccessful.

“Agent Romanoff,” the paramedic spoke. “I’m really sorry but we need to take the body. It’s the protocol,” he paused for a moment. “You can see his body again at the mortuary.”

Natasha knew the protocol very well. She had followed it a little too many times with fellow agents. And she always kept in mind she might have to follow it with Tony, as well. Or he with her. She had always hoped for the latter one. As cruel as it sounded to prefer to cause Tony such pain she hoped she’d never have to live it herself because she would be the dead one.

“Goodbye, Tony,” Natasha quietly said and kissed his forehead.

Then she got up and walked away. She heard the team preparing to take his body. She kept on walking and never looked back.

Natasha looked at the ring. It dispersed the light from the ceiling so beautifully that the entire wardrobe was shining bright. She hadn’t put it on ever since she took it off for their final mission together.

With trembling hands Natasha took the ring out of the box and put it on her finger. She was much calmer now. The tears upon her face had started drying. She remembered about the dinner on which he proposed to her. A smile appeared on her face. It was sad that Tony was gone but it was a virtue to have had him in her life.

��Natasha,” a barely perceptible sound.

Natasha looked up and around her. She thought she heard a noise but assumed it was nothing.

“Natasha,” there was it again. This time a little louder.

“Who’s in there?” she asked confused and a little concerned. Nobody else had access to their bedroom. “Rhody, is that you?” she got up and walked towards the wardrobe’s door. The sound seemed to be coming from the bedroom.

“Natasha,” this time she heard it more clearly.

She stopped sharply right at the door. The voice sounded like Tony’s. Her eyes got watery and her breathing stopped for a moment. Could it be?

“Nat,” he said again this time very clearly. “It’s me.”

There was a very bright white light coming from the bedroom. Natasha slowly walked out of the wardrobe. She gasped and dropped the ring box.

Tony was floating in the air just above their bed bathed with beautiful heavenly light. He was dressed in all white and behind him there were big beautiful angel wings. Even though Tony was being Tony Natasha had always known that he was just like this on the inside – a beautiful angel.

“Tony?” she said with trembling voice.

“Hello, my love.” Tony spoke with a tender and soothing voice.

Natasha’s lower lip trembled. She never thought she’d see him again.

“Tony? Is that really you?” she asked with a hoarse voice.

“Yes, my love. It’s me,” Tony replied with a gentle smile.

Natasha shook her head. This all must have been an illusion. She assumed it was the shock and all of the emotions from the past week which were playing with her mind. Or perhaps she had fallen asleep in the wardrobe.

“Come here,” Tony said as he floated down and stepped on the floor facing her. He outstretched his hands and gently placed them at the sides of her face.

Natasha shuddered at the touch. It felt so real. She lifted her hands as well. Tony’s face was warm again.

He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. Natasha’s knees felt weaker.

“How is this possible?” Natasha asked after Tony moved away.

“The ring,” Tony said as he took her hand in his. “It’s a very special stone. It’s connected to my soul.”

Natasha gasped. How?

“More magical things than Doctor Strange exist on this world,” Tony said wittily. “And I got my hands on this,” he pointed at the stone upon the ring. “As long as you wear it I will always know where you are, I will always feel you, and I will always be your guardian angel.”

“I want you back, Tony,” Natasha said with hope.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Nat,” a bitter smile.

Not the reply she wanted to hear.

“But I will always be with you,” Tony said gently fondling her cheek. “I will be a barely perceptible presence. Always there next to you, just one breath away. You might sometimes spot me with the corner of your eye. But you will never be able to see me,” tears fell down Natasha’s face. “You will always be showered in my heavenly light. And you will always be protected by my angel wings,” Tony held her left hand. “As long as you wear the ring,” he smiled softly.

Natasha looked down at her hand gently placed in Tony’s. His skin was so warm, so alive. She had to check. Her right hand slid upon his wrist. Her fingers found the spot.

Nothing.

Tony had no pulse.

“Oh, my love,” Tony whispered softly.

Natasha’s whole body was trembling. Her hand did another check-up.

Strong lively heart rate. Slightly accelerated.

“If I take my pulse away will I be able to be with you?” she stammered in tears.

“Oh, Nat,” Tony sighed. “Great things await you. The world needs your protection.”

“The world needs your protection.”

Tony fondled her face again. “The only one who needs my protection is you.”

“But I want you here with me,” Natasha burst into tears. “Next to me, all of the time. Fighting beside me, kissing me, loving me,” she was falling apart. “Please, Tony,” Natasha wrapped her arms around him and shove her face at his chest weeping.

Tony placed his hands on Natasha’s head as his wings surrounded her. Natasha calmed down in an instant. She felt completely relaxed and balanced. There was warmness and peace.

Natasha placed her ear next to Tony’s chest. But it was an empty chest. There was no treasure for her in there.

“Nat, stop searching for my heart here,” Tony said. “You know it’s there,” he placed his fingers upon her chest. “I gave it to you long time ago. And it’s where it will always be.”

Natasha felt warmness in her chest. For a moment it seemed like there were two hearts beating as one. She smiled gazing into Tony’s eyes. She didn’t want this moment to end.

“Now you need some sleep,” Tony said and holding Natasha’s hand he pulled her towards the bed.

“I don’t want to go to sleep. That means time not spent with you,” Natasha objected.

“Shhh, my love,” Tony gently placed his finger upon her lips. “I’ll be right next to you.”

He laid down on one side and his angel wing was spread on the bed. Natasha joined him and lied upon it. He embraced her with his arms and then with his wings. It took her seconds to fall asleep perfectly calm and relaxed feeling completely protected for the first time in her life.

When Natasha woke up the next morning she was alone on the bed. There was no trace of Tony. She looked at her left hand. The ring was there reflecting the light just as beautifully. She wondered about last night. Did it all happen or was it a dream? She assumed it was the latter and got out of bed. She had fallen asleep with clothes on and smutched make-up. She needed a shower.

Just as Natasha was about to walk in the bathroom she spotted a barely perceptible presence with the corner of her eye. She turned around startled but didn’t see anybody. Her breathing quickened. She rubbed her eyes assuming it was sleepiness and tiredness.

When Natasha calmed down she could swore she felt somebody else’s breath at the side of her face. She felt calm and relaxed. There was a warm feeling surrounding her. She slid her hands at the sides of her arms sinking in the feeling and closed her eyes. Her right hand touched her chest. Two hearts beating as one.

Natasha smiled. She opened her eyes and stared into the nothingness in front of her. There was something she could spot with the corner of her eye. A barely perceptible presence watching over her as her guardian angel.

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[morbidly-malicious-muffins]

What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

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[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 27)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:1644

Warnings: escaping cell, doubts,lying,deceit

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Fury arrived at the Tower just a few days later, giving Shannon an opportunity to discuss allowing you out for a day. 

“Ms. Shannon, Director Fury has entered the building and is headed up to Mr. Stark’s office,” the Al alerted her of the current situation.  

“Thank you, JARVIS, redirect him to my lab, would you please? I have some things to discuss with him,” she asked the Al while continuing her notes from the study she was working on with Bruce. “If you could please have Charles’ number ready for after my meeting to proceed with my visit to the mansion as well that would be great,” she added. 

“Of course, Ms. Shannon,” came from the nearby wall tablet. 

Fury was actually here to see Tony about something for the Avengers and things of the such, the last thing on his mind was the prisoner down in the lowest level. Getting into the elevator he proceeded to head to the top floor where Stark had his office.

“Mr. Fury, I’ve been asked to redirect you to Ms.Shannon’s lab she would like to discuss some things with you,” The Al system told him as he was reaching her floor. 

“Alright. Let her know I’m on my way there now,” he replied, not sure why exactly she wanted to speak to him, everything discussed came directly from Stark.

Upon arriving to her floor he got out of the elevator and followed where Bach’s concerto no.1 in C major, Op.7 was playing. He had to give her credit for the type of music she played. Getting to the lab he could see that she was hard at work on one of her extensive studies. He knocked on the door so as not to startle her.

She looked up from her paperwork and saw that Fury was at the doorway. “Come in, come in Director Fury,” she told him waving him to one of the other tables. “I’m glad to see you here. Was the flight here okay?” she asked trying to keep things casual. 

“Thank you, yes. I will have to ask Stark what airline he uses for his trips,” he said looking rather calm.  “I was told you wanted to speak to me?” he asked, looking around the room. 

“I could give you the number for the private jet company we use on your way up to see Tony after.” She told him while going to take a seat. “Yes, actually I was hoping to discuss about one of the two prisoners we have down in the lowest level.” She winced while saying ‘prisoners’ because she didn’t really feel like that’s what you were.

“Have there been any issues with them?” he asked, sounding concerned. “We could have them relocated, if that's what it is.”

“No! No, actually they’ve been rather compliant,” she said looking to one side of the room. “What I wanted to ask was if you would consider releasing Y/N from the cell a few times…?” she asked, sounding nervous.

“Now why the hell would I do that?! They are considered Terrorists to the U.S,” he said loudly. “Have you gone mad? The moment you let one of them out they’ll wreak havoc on the city,” he stated as if he knew her. 

“That is where you're wrong, Director Fury. I know what they did was unforgivable, but the reason I ask this is because I would like to take her with me to see Professor Xavier about getting her powers under control so that they are no longer considered a threat to the lives of civilians.” She started explaining everything that had happened and how the powers you have aren't something you can fully grasp and keep on a leash. She also went on to explain how her mutation had taken a different route and would like Charles to take a look and see if there’s anyway that it can be handled and seen that it will not take any negative effects on her anymore. 

After a long debate about whether or not it would be safe and logical to have you leave the cell twice a week, Fury relented and said he would allow it so as long as they made sure that no one can see you leave the building and headed to the mansion. 

“Listen the only way I can say yes is if you have Captain Rogers be an escort to the prisoner all the way to the mansion and if you find a way to get her out of the tower undetected,” he stated. He also added, “Is Stark aware of any of this? What has he said?” He felt as if though Tony would never agree to such a thing.

“Tony is completely unaware of the situation. If he were, there would be no way I would have been able to speak to you at this moment,” she explained the situation to him. “And on getting her out undetected from the tower I’ll have a fellow mutant friend come and take her to the car we will take to the mansion. As well as have Steve come with us,” she finished hoping that it would be enough to please him and to give her the green light on this, she hoped to help you, to regain your life and not let those powers of your get the better of you. 

“If it goes as I state then you may take her only on the conditions established at this time and nothing more,” he stated, making his word final and began to get up. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to speak to Stark about the new plans for the Avengers, I’ll have the information relayed to you.” 

“Thank you, Nick. I truly mean this, you won’t regret it!” she said sounding really excited to tell you and hoping to get to the mansion as soon as possible. 

“I sure hope the hell I don’t!” With that said, he left, making his way to Tony and remembered to keep this quiet. No need to worry the man anymore than he already was. 

“Ms. Shannon, would you like me to call the professor now?” The Al system asked having been waiting for her to finish with Fury. 

“Ahh yes please, JARVIS, and send a message to Nightcrawler about meeting with me today, please. I need to speak to him as well,” she replied being immediately connected to the mansion’s system. 

“Right away, Ms. Shannon,” he responded and went to do as requested. 

“Hello, Shannon, it’s so good to hear from you again,” Charles said while going around the mansion keeping an eye on the students. “I was hoping to hear from you,” he added 

“Hi, Professor, it good to hear your voice too, it's been very busy here in New York,” she said sounding a bit tired. “I was hoping to see you about my mutations it seems there’s a problem and I don’t know how much more I can take of this…” she said.

“My dear child, you’re always welcome to come and see me, when would you like to come? I can have the training room set up and the equipment for the testing there as soon as possible,” he said sounding very calm and reassuring.

“Thank you. I was planning on going there in two days actually, there's also another thing, Charles…” She got quiet for a moment 

“What is it, my dear? What's the matter?” he asked a bit worried something might have happened. 

“My friend could use your help too. It seems that she’s acquired some powers that have gotten out of control and we were hoping you could find the cause of it and how to help her take control?” she asked him hoping he had positive news for her. 

“Well that sounds unfortunate but of course she’s welcome to come. Will you two plan on staying at the mansion?” he asked so as to have the room she used to use prepared for their arrival. 

“Actually no, seeing as she’s not exactly allowed to be left free we will be traveling to the mansion a few times.” She was adamant about not telling him the events of New York were your doing. She didn't want him to see you in a negative light. “It’s best if I explain in person,” was all she said. 

“If that's how you would like it then I shall have everything ready for when you come, see you soon my dear,” he said before ending the call. 

Now that those two things are out of the way the only thing left was to get ahold of Nightcrawler and see if he can help her get you out of the tower without Tony being aware of it. She had JARVIS send the text out to him in hopes to get a quick response. 

“Ms. Shannon, Mr. Nightcrawler has agreed to help you with getting Y/N out of the tower” the Al read the response text that was sent. “I would advise against it however, Ms. Y/N is under no circumstances to leave the tower without Mr. Stark being aware of it,” The Al had said as a matter of factly. 

“JARVIS if you so much as say a peep of any of this to Tony I’ll personally make sure that your Al system be changed with FRIDAY’s chip, Im aware that Tony wouldn’t like this but this is my responsibility and I'm choosing not to let him be apart of my choice.” She said in a serious tone. 

“Of...of course, Ms. Shannon I promise not to say a thing to him.” He seemed to sound nervous; as if an Al could get nervous. 

“Thank you JARVIS! You're the best,” she told the system in a cheery voice.

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[oathofmaestro]

morningstar -- a thor fic;; [1/?]

(( style/rating: blasphemic, filthy, allconsuming ))

suggested song: closer - nine inch nails

word count: 2,175

tw: noncon/dubcon - mentions of demons - blood - gore - stockholm syndrome - bodily fluids // dark!slightlydemonic!Thor x fem!reader // this is filthy smut with a bit of plot, so there may be a chance for this to become a story in the future or at least a two parter before the challenge ends as this is for @waiting4inspiration ‘s writing challenge. thanks for hosting, i had way too much fun with this one! ****please remember to read  the trigger warnings!!! they are there for your protection!!!****

m/n: i’m only here to make you feel good. conducting symphonies is my speciality; for this piece, i have chosen to go dark!, so please keep that in mind when (listening) to this particular symphony. should you read this and have a request, feel free to inbox me, I would love to turn your thoughts into a masterpiece. from me to you, i wish you many happy days, and please enjoy the concerto below.

until next time,

( MAESTRO )

—–

Eyes snapping open, chest heaving; a dream interrupted as Thor breathed in and he could smell it; 

Copper pennies, the strongest of metals – it did not matter because the scent all but walked up and slapped him before settling like the thickest fog, a fog he was getting lost in.

Your blood was calling to Thor, and it had arisen the nasty demon that slumbered within him. Thor could feel it pulling at his senses as he lay next to you, watching you writhe uncomfortably, the beginnings of three days of pure hell for you –

The stairway to heaven for him.

Wordlessly, he nosed his way along your neck as you slept, a soft moan falling from your lips as your body responded to him, despite being unconscious. Your veins were thick and pumping and he could feel himself getting hotter as he did so, his own pupils slowly going lust blown and darker as he pressed a kiss to your jugular.

The God of Thunder.

He knew his title and he knew it well, for it was what had initially attracted you after all, as someone who worked for Stark Industries and had managed to stick around way longer than the others. You somehow made your way onto the team at the Avengers compound, and Thor had taken an interest in you, for you were brainy, as well as being beautiful and a touch too pure. 

He wanted to break you, he did. Had decided that for himself when he’d seen your smiling face and watched your actions with the team, how you were natural with them, but very shy with him – o’ did he know then that he would take you for his own.

The God of Lightning. 

Another role he played, but one that he coveted, just as he did you. There were days where you would be with him and would feel his hum, his static, and would be almost adrift in your arousal, which is how he preferred you – his cat in heat. Thor relished in taking you apart and he did so meticulously, wearing you down until you went from the confident woman you had been, to the mewling mess he had made you into. He would never let you know that he had methodically groomed you to want only him, but it had worked in his favour so deliciously.

The God of Strength. 

It took three months, but he had finally decided to bed you after seeing you grow close to Steve and not being able to bear the thought. So, he had taken you in the dead of night from your home, though this had been planned from the start. Thor displayed his strength as he knew who had the upper hand in this arrangement and knew keeping you close was the only way to control a being that could not say no anymore. 

You fought him for the first few days, avoiding his advances and attempting to escape his loft; until he took you by force, his cock twitching along your warm walls as he fucked you slow and deep, eyes searching yours and resonating within the confines of your soul – like he knew y o u , despite the pain and the hurt, and everything else – and you wondered why you felt the heat in your stomach bloom so exquisitely, so completely, that your shame fell upon your cheeks like rain. 

Your complacency was what he needed, and he delighted in knowing he had conquered you, that you had completely submitted to his will. He fucked you until you cried out for him, until your legs quaked and you were unable to move, throat raw as you thanked him for giving his cock to you – why did you thank him? – and the job was done. 

You stayed, and you questioned why every time he lathed his tongue along your folds, or tongued circles in to your heat, tasting the tart and youth that you brought to his life, and you panted, lusted for it, even. With every sparred glance he gave you after that, you craved him, and that didn’t make sense to you, but you knew it felt right, even though it was wrong; but, you were jumbled now, up was now down, morality had left you… and, Thor knew. Boy, did he know.

The God of Fertility.

You smelled like ambrosia, an elixir that could cure him, and he could feel the demon in him rising up to taste just how pure you really were. His cock strained in his boxers as he withdrew from your sleeping form to gaze over you, feral now as he licked his lips. The idea of tasting your blood made his own boil quite hotly, and he leaned in to trail kisses down your chest, hands coming up and fingers poised to twist your nipples through your cotton sleeping shirt. 

Silently, he lifted the shirt as delicately as he could muster, and rounded his tongue along a pert nub before swallowing it softly between his lips. By now you had woken up with a gasp and had begun feeling the slight twinge of your cramps, as he too, could feel them radiating from your core. You would surely need to change and made a move to get up to do so before it stained the sheets, only to be pushed down and held in place.

“Thor? My stomach hurts, I have to get up –,” you began, only to be shushed, and you noted that his eyes looked like voids, pools of the blackest obsidian, and you were falling upwards into them.

“I’m going to make you feel better, minn dýrr,” he began and you widen your eyes at this, just as a crack of lightning sounded overhead. It had begun to rain, and you tore your gaze away from Thor’s to see the streaks hit the French windows that lead outside. Another pang hit you then and before you could speak, he was on you as if you were wounded prey – a gazelle on display to a hungry lion.

He pressed deeply into your stomach and you found yourself moaning at the sensation and became confused, though the pressure should have hurt, but instead you felt kept by it, raising you  immediately. The static hum of being near him, mixed with the fluttering of your heart at the close proximity had you nearly sobbing for any touch he permitted you, and he obliged as his hand trailed low and shifted into the soft material of the boyshorts that encases you from him. 

An audible groan left him as he swiped a finger through your growing slick and ichor and Thor circled your clit before slowly pulling down the panties with the other. Once in view, he latched onto your hooded pith and gathered enough of your sopping wet on his fingers to plunge deep into your gore, reaching your gspot easily. You gasped then, still slightly mortified that this was happening, that you could smell your own blood – but enjoying the feel of Thor’s fingers stretching you, the bloom inside of you opening up to him, all the same.

“I need you…” he trailed off, looking up to you with those blown out pupils, fingers working into you harder now. You had no words. His face was a mess, that beautiful golden beard of his tinged red, lips crusted slightly with your filth, and you knew that you should be appalled… that you should tell him to stop… but, when he licked his lips and brushed against that one spot you liked, you couldn’t stop your hands from crashing his face back into your soaking cunt.

“Fuck, Thor!” You breathed helplessly into the atmosphere as thunder boomed with lightning not far behind, guttural moans taking you as he lapped viciously at your impurity and it was seconds before the fingers inside you hit that spot again and you were bucking underneath him, grinding out your high on his face. Your body went limp and you sighed happily, your hands stilling in the gods hair. 

“Your taste is divine, minn dýrr…” he trailed off, and he began to rise a bit so that he could shrug out of the boxers he had on, not bothering to wipe his face of you. His cock fell free and it leaked copious amounts of precum onto your leg where Thor hovered over you, and you cursed softly about not being able to catch it, to which he heard you and smiled. He fisted himself and positioned right at your quivering pussy, using the head of his cock to smear your slick along, earning a sharp moan from you once he pressed the head slowly into you. 

…"Can you be a good girl and make me feel better ? I really do need you,“ he began and you nodded vigorously and relished at the name he called you, exalted, hungry and now completely enthralled with the idea of Thor fucking you through the pain, through this taboo you shared together. You ground your hips into his, blood staining along his flesh and be growled at your display, his own snapping forward to collide with you, now sunk deeply into the hilt.

You exploded. 

The very fiber of your being built too quickly and you cried softly as he bottomed out – the sensation of the vibrations from his groans that were too much and enough all at once, becoming the only feeling you could readily identify. 

You came hard, and as he slid out of you just so before slamming himself back in, the action sent you subtle bouts of electricity through your veins. You were on fire, even more so as you looked up at Thor, this mess of a dark angel that looked over you, blood around his mouth, eyes squeezed tight; was disheveled and beautiful simultaneously and you prayed to him silently that this was would never end; milking his cock within you, wanting every last piece of Thor for yourself. 

At last, you were his.

Every tug of him inside your wet heat felt like paradise unleashed, and when Thor pulled a hand up to put pressure on your stomach again, you hollered loudly at the feeling, the sounds of your overly went cunt and skin slapping enough to build those feelings of contentment within you once more. Thor was coaxing you, cooing gently in contrast to his hips cracking into yours forcefully. 

He was close and so were you as you reached up to run your hands along his body and up to his face, swiping at the gore around his mouth to press it to your own lips. Thor gasped then and suddenly he was on you, frantically capturing your lips with his, for you had broken the seal; he felt the dam break within as you clench around him and you tasted yourself and the ichor for the first time; a new world, indeed.

The God of Hallowing.  

You came together, blood and sweat mixed with thick ropes of seed that painted your walls and shot against your cervix, and you took him for all that he was worth, just the way Thor liked it. 

You fell back to sleep immediately, the sound of the rain lulling you, cum still leaking out of you and down your thighs, which Thor watched with renewed interest. It was filthy to the point where he wondered if he had ever been someone who consecrated places as holy, when he had done his worst to make sure that you were anything but. 

He reminded himself that you were his to destroy, his to devour, his to consume -- tonight being evidence of how you always would be. 

As far as Thor was concerned, he was the only god who could give you any type of mercy, and it could only be in his own way; by desecrating the very essence of you until you became undone, untethered, and as corrupt as he. 

Awake, arise and be forever fall’n.

Hallelujah.

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[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Unforseen Chasm (part27)

Part 27 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 1644 Warnings: escaping cell, doubts, lying, deceit Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Fury arrived at the Tower just a few days later, giving Shannon an opportunity to discuss allowing you out for a day. 

“Ms. Shannon, Director Fury has entered the building and is headed up to Mr. Stark’s office,” the Al alerted her of the current situation.  

“Thank you, JARVIS, redirect him to my lab, would you please? I have some things to discuss with him,” she asked the Al while continuing her notes from the study she was working on with Bruce. “If you could please have Charles’ number ready for after my meeting to proceed with my visit to the mansion as well that would be great,” she added. 

“Of course, Ms. Shannon,” came from the nearby wall tablet. 

Fury was actually here to see Tony about something for the Avengers and things of the such, the last thing on his mind was the prisoner down in the lowest level. Getting into the elevator he proceeded to head to the top floor where Stark had his office.

“Mr. Fury, I’ve been asked to redirect you to Ms.Shannon’s lab she would like to discuss some things with you,” The Al system told him as he was reaching her floor. 

“Alright. Let her know I’m on my way there now,” he replied, not sure why exactly she wanted to speak to him, everything discussed came directly from Stark.

Upon arriving to her floor he got out of the elevator and followed where Bach’s concerto no.1 in C major, Op.7 was playing. He had to give her credit for the type of music she played. Getting to the lab he could see that she was hard at work on one of her extensive studies. He knocked on the door so as not to startle her. 

She looked up from her paperwork and saw that Fury was at the doorway. “Come in, come in Director Fury,” she told him waving him to one of the other tables. “I’m glad to see you here. Was the flight here okay?” she asked trying to keep things casual. 

“Thank you, yes. I will have to ask Stark what airline he uses for his trips,” he said looking rather calm.  “I was told you wanted to speak to me?” he asked, looking around the room. 

“I could give you the number for the private jet company we use on your way up to see Tony after.” She told him while going to take a seat. “Yes, actually I was hoping to discuss about one of the two prisoners we have down in the lowest level.” She winced while saying ‘prisoners’ because she didn’t really feel like that’s what you were.

“Have there been any issues with them?” he asked, sounding concerned. “We could have them relocated, if that's what it is.”

“No! No, actually they’ve been rather compliant,” she said looking to one side of the room. “What I wanted to ask was if you would consider releasing Y/N from the cell a few times…?” she asked, sounding nervous.

“Now why the hell would I do that?! They are considered Terrorists to the U.S,” he said loudly. “Have you gone mad? The moment you let one of them out they’ll wreak havoc on the city,” he stated as if he knew her. 

“That is where you're wrong, Director Fury. I know what they did was unforgivable, but the reason I ask this is because I would like to take her with me to see Professor Xavier about getting her powers under control so that they are no longer considered a threat to the lives of civilians.” She started explaining everything that had happened and how the powers you have aren't something you can fully grasp and keep on a leash. She also went on to explain how her mutation had taken a different route and would like Charles to take a look and see if there’s anyway that it can be handled and seen that it will not take any negative effects on her anymore. 

After a long debate about whether or not it would be safe and logical to have you leave the cell twice a week, Fury relented and said he would allow it so as long as they made sure that no one can see you leave the building and headed to the mansion. 

“Listen the only way I can say yes is if you have Captain Rogers be an escort to the prisoner all the way to the mansion and if you find a way to get her out of the tower undetected,” he stated. He also added, “Is Stark aware of any of this? What has he said?” He felt as if though Tony would never agree to such a thing.

“Tony is completely unaware of the situation. If he were, there would be no way I would have been able to speak to you at this moment,” she explained the situation to him. “And on getting her out undetected from the tower I’ll have a fellow mutant friend come and take her to the car we will take to the mansion. As well as have Steve come with us,” she finished hoping that it would be enough to please him and to give her the green light on this, she hoped to help you, to regain your life and not let those powers of your get the better of you. 

“If it goes as I state then you may take her only on the conditions established at this time and nothing more,” he stated, making his word final and began to get up. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to speak to Stark about the new plans for the Avengers, I’ll have the information relayed to you.” 

“Thank you, Nick. I truly mean this, you won’t regret it!” she said sounding really excited to tell you and hoping to get to the mansion as soon as possible. 

“I sure hope the hell I don’t!” With that said, he left, making his way to Tony and remembered to keep this quiet. No need to worry the man anymore than he already was. 

“Ms. Shannon, would you like me to call the professor now?” The Al system asked having been waiting for her to finish with Fury. 

“Ahh yes please, JARVIS, and send a message to Nightcrawler about meeting with me today, please. I need to speak to him as well,” she replied being immediately connected to the mansion’s system. 

“Right away, Ms. Shannon,” he responded and went to do as requested. 

“Hello, Shannon, it’s so good to hear from you again,” Charles said while going around the mansion keeping an eye on the students. “I was hoping to hear from you,” he added 

“Hi, Professor, it good to hear your voice too, it's been very busy here in New York,” she said sounding a bit tired. “I was hoping to see you about my mutations it seems there’s a problem and I don’t know how much more I can take of this…” she said.

“My dear child, you’re always welcome to come and see me, when would you like to come? I can have the training room set up and the equipment for the testing there as soon as possible,” he said sounding very calm and reassuring.

“Thank you. I was planning on going there in two days actually, there's also another thing, Charles…” She got quiet for a moment 

“What is it, my dear? What's the matter?” he asked a bit worried something might have happened. 

“My friend could use your help too. It seems that she’s acquired some powers that have gotten out of control and we were hoping you could find the cause of it and how to help her take control?” she asked him hoping he had positive news for her. 

“Well that sounds unfortunate but of course she’s welcome to come. Will you two plan on staying at the mansion?” he asked so as to have the room she used to use prepared for their arrival. 

“Actually no, seeing as she’s not exactly allowed to be left free we will be traveling to the mansion a few times.” She was adamant about not telling him the events of New York were your doing. She didn't want him to see you in a negative light. “It’s best if I explain in person,” was all she said. 

“If that's how you would like it then I shall have everything ready for when you come, see you soon my dear,” he said before ending the call. 

Now that those two things are out of the way the only thing left was to get ahold of Nightcrawler and see if he can help her get you out of the tower without Tony being aware of it. She had JARVIS send the text out to him in hopes to get a quick response. 

“Ms. Shannon, Mr. Nightcrawler has agreed to help you with getting Y/N out of the tower” the Al read the response text that was sent. “I would advise against it however, Ms. Y/N is under no circumstances to leave the tower without Mr. Stark being aware of it,” The Al had said as a matter of factly. 

“JARVIS if you so much as say a peep of any of this to Tony I’ll personally make sure that your Al system be changed with FRIDAY’s chip, Im aware that Tony wouldn’t like this but this is my responsibility and I'm choosing not to let him be apart of my choice.” She said in a serious tone. 

“Of...of course, Ms. Shannon I promise not to say a thing to him.” He seemed to sound nervous; as if an Al could get nervous. 

“Thank you JARVIS! You're the best,” she told the system in a cheery voice. 

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Fourth and final meme of the day

I was also tagged by @soeven - thank you too!

Favourite colour:          

Blue.  Every shade from indigo to palest sky blue.

Top three ships:

Cassian/Jyn, Leia/Han, Eowyn/Faramir.

Lipstick or chapstick:

Chapstick/lip balm every time.  I made several attempts at being a regular make-up wearer when I was younger but in the end I just can’t be bothered; it doesn’t make me feel any better about myself, it costs money I’d rather spend on things that matter more to me, and I tend to eat the lipstick off my mouth without even noticing it, which is a bit yucky.

Last song:

I have Chill Radio playing at the moment but it’s all blurring into one uneventful happy mist of sound and I’m not sure what the last actual song was.  Last song I’m conscious of hearing and really registering was on Saturday; the last singer in the final of Cardiff Singer of the World performed “I got me a cat” from Aaron Copland’s “Old American Songs” at the end of his performance.

Last movie:

Godzilla, King of the Monsters.

Currently reading:

“Growing pains”, an autobiography by the Canadian painter Emily Carr.

Thank you for tagging me!

Tagged by @basada-en-la-esperanza

1. What is your favourite form of transportation, and why?

In an ideal world I would never fly again; I’d go everywhere by train and ship.  I really couldn’t choose between them for pleasure and interest as methods of travelling (& obviously they are suitable for different environments!).  

2. What is something that is natural and easy for you now, but it used to seem impossible?

Not eating sugary things; sweets, chocolate, cakes and biscuits, dessert.  I had a massive sweet tooth for most of my life and the idea of cutting down on sweet stuff was impossible to imagine.  

And then I did it. Nothing like a diagnosis of Type 2 diabetes, and the realisation you have one chance to avoid dying seriously prematurely, to really freak you out.  Within 24 hours of getting the news I found myself in the supermarket looking at what had been some of my favourite things to eat and feeling physically sick.  I’d been happily stuffing myself with these things and it had been killing my pancreas.  I had a violent disgust response to the mere sight of sweets for well over a year.  

Now I can’t imagine ever wanting that stuff again.  I weigh 25% less than I did and my diabetes is officially “in remission”, i.e. I’ve had normal blood results for the last three years.  Hell of a shock, but I’m good with that.

3. What is a book you read recently that you really liked?

“How to dress for success” by Edith Head and Joe Hyams.  Informative, interesting and at times very funny, plus Edith head really knew her stuff and much of what she writes is just as valid today as it was in the more formal days when she was a top Hollywood designer.

4. Who is the Strongest Avenger?

Even-odds between Hawkeye and Natasha.

5. How do you decide if you are going to finish a book, or tv series, that you have started? How long do you give a book / series before you decide you’re not going to continue?

Aargh, that’s a really difficult question!  It depends on so many factors.  Sometimes there’s something really clear, like brutal gratuitous violence, misogyny, or the realisation that the author has a social or political agenda that I despise and don’t want to see justified or normalised.  Sometimes it dawns on me that I dislike every single character and don’t give a flying fuck what happens to any of them.  Sometimes something is just so appallingly badly written that I physically can’t stand to read another page.  Sometimes I get just bored.

But if the plot is halfway decent then I know that if I don’t finish something then I’m always going to wonder what happened, and that can keep me reading, even if I’m only skimming.

I’ve been known to give up on a book after a single chapter, or a film after 10 minutes, but I’ve also been known to read more than half of a long series of fantasy novels (The Wheel of Time, if you’re interested) before finally accepting it had simply lost me and I was no longer enjoying it.  

6. What album, or song, do you listen to on repeat?

Have to admit I don’t often do this; when I do, these days it’s mostly with classical music.  The Brahms violin sonatas; Michael Nyman’s Piano Concerto; On an overgrown path by Leoš Janáček.

When I was a teenager, it was probably the album Animals by Pink Floyd.

7. What do you like to drink with breakfast?

Black coffee!

8. What is something you learned or accomplished in the past 12 months, that you are proud of?

I’ve probably written about another 250,000 words in the last twelve months including another novel-length fic, and I’m pretty proud of that.

9. What is your favourite word or phrase in your native language?

I’m not sure I have one. Looking at my answers to these memes I’ve been doing today, I feel like it should be “I hate choosing favourites!”

10. What is your favourite trope or theme to read in fanfic?

Angst with a HEA. Ideally with some mutual pining and character growth along the way.

11. Are you a robot?

Way to get philosophical there!  I’m fully human so far as I know… but would I even know if I was a robot?  Would you? – would any of us?  We could all be  scraps of code in a vast computer simulation, Matrix-style.

I hope we’re not, though. Reality is a mess but it’s a beautiful word for all its troubles.  

Thank you for tagging me!

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[thesinglesjukebox]

WEYES BLOOD - MOVIES

[7.67]

Certified fresh...

Ian Mathers: Sometimes you've been hearing about an artist for a while, maybe even years; never a friend recommending them to you directly, maybe, but enough free-floating praise that there's a nagging feeling you should probably check them out (if one of those moments hits you at just the wrong turn and/or you're naturally stubborn, this feeling might even be part of why you haven't gotten around to it yet). And of course every year even if you listen to hundreds of new song and albums there are people you won't get to, and some of them you never will and that's fine, even if in some other time and place they might have changed your life just as profoundly and joyfully as some of the stuff you did happen to have time for has changed your life. Some you never will; and some, maybe, you'll hear just one song, maybe through a group writing effort that you love and keep up with partly precisely because you think getting exposed to things you might not have wandered into yourself is valuable, and that sudden moment of discovery is one of the best feelings in the world to you, and you have to excuse yourself from the room (literally or figuratively) because you now have to run home and listen to everything else that artist has made because you need to see whether any of it hits you as intensely as this song does. [10]

Thomas Inskeep: I fucking love this. I love the way it opens like something from a mid-1980s episode of Hearts of Space, I love the Kronos Quartet-esque string breakdown, I love Natalie Mering's vocals, which sound to me like a sweeter Aimee Mann, and I love the way it eventually ascends into heaven like Cristal Connors at the end of "Goddess." A highlight from Weyes Blood's fourth album, Titanic Rising, this is damned near perfection. [10]

Alfred Soto: I can't deny the essential camp of "Movies" -- an act that flirts with the tonal commitment of Weyes Blood courts ridicule when this unwavering vocal combines with the synthed-up arpeggio. Then the "real" strings frame Natalie Mering. Evoking Bryan Ferry in his deluxe and delightful condo of glass in "In Every Dream Home a Heartache," Mering catches the light from the klieg lights, astonished to be caught playing a part as all good actresses are. Lana Del Rey would know. [7]

Joshua Copperman: This song is a lot funnier if you imagine Weyes Blood is just extremely hyped for a movie like Avengers: Endgame. Obviously, she's not talking about the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she's talking about the classic definition (despite the weird line about a "box office hit"), though the song feels about as long as Infinity War. It's hard to shake the feeling that if I wanted to listen to No Shape, I would listen to No Shape - there's the same dense soundscape, but none of the tight songwriting that defined Mike Hadreas's masterpiece. "Movies" just meanders, breaks into Owen Pallett territory, then meanders a bit more forcefully. Still, sub-No Shape is still above most other records, and "The meaning of life doesn't seem to shine like that screen" is a killer line. It doesn't need to be as life-affirming as No Shape; pretty things can just be pretty. [7]

Tim de Reuse: "The meaning of life doesn't seem to shine like that screen," and yet there's never a desire expressed to break away from a cinematic life; a subject so holy that the word "movies" itself belongs over a Plagal cadence, like it's the end of a prayer. It's poignant in that dreaming-of-the-impossible way, and so the tonal shift into a rousing, triumphant second half doesn't click with me; after the absolutely killer line where we imagine "making love to a counterfeit," a totally straightforward expression of desire is too uncomplicated to cap things off in a satisfying way. My conflicting feelings here aren't helped by the presentation: lush, engaging harmonies that float in a sea of uninspired reverb. It grabs the attention, it shows off with confidence, it's got a gorgeous outer shell -- but its emotional hooks are awkward and imprecise. [6]

Will Adams: I consider myself the hard opposite of a film buff -- maybe three trips to the theater a year at most -- so maybe that's why "Movies" doesn't resonate with me as much as I know it could. Art about art is always an admirable concept, though, and even a non-movie-lover could be won over by the artful arpeggios and Natalie Mering's impassioned vocal. [6]

Katherine St Asaph: A track of awe and melodrama and noir-palette kisses. The arrangement is sumptuous and yearning, the midpoint of the world-cracking-open Trio Bulgarka parts of "Deeper Understanding" and the moody pulse of a late-career Sandra song, with a frantic dream ballet post-chorus. The vocalist, however, evokes Lana Del Rey's worst qualities: the starchy tone, the over-quavery vibrato, the meandering drawl. I guess this vocal tone signifies as dramatic to people these days, but to me it sounds like a low, bored yawn over a topic that deserves opera, or at least Sundfør. Like the most heartbreaking film viewed via the grainiest YouTube bootleg. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The two-thirds of "Movies" is transfixing and transfixed -- over a synth figure that oscillates endlessly, Weyes Blood declares her love for the movies. Her lyrics, performed low and ambivalent, toe the line between the banal and the profound, often emerging as both at once. It's an optical illusion of a song, one that feels different moment-to-moment even as it sounds the same. But in the last two minutes of "Movies," as a violin loop and some glorious drums come in, the experience is entirely different, and even more compelling. It's a transcendent climax, full of motion, that works only because of the stasis of the song's first half. [8]

William John: In high school, one of the many hats I wore was "enthusiastic, but very unaccomplished violinist." I sat in the back row of the orchestra's string section, never miming, exactly, but not playing loudly, out of fear from being noticed for being the one slightly out of tune or time. I'm not sure I've picked up a violin once since high school finished -- the passion burned out fast -- but one particular moment associated with it sticks out in my memory: in my final year, at the school's largest annual concert, the symphony orchestra performed the first movement of Mendelssohn's violin concerto in E minor. I remember the enormous stage and its glossy floorboards, feeling hot in a shirt under white floodlights with clammy palms, the drama of placing the bow on the string. Most of all, I remember the soloist, and how she would saw at her instrument, her fingers frolicking madly across its neck through endless arpeggios and harmonics. During the piece's longest solo, I sat, enthralled, as she hurtled gloriously towards a figurative precipice, before an acquiescence to the crevasse of the rest of the orchestra and the piece's huge, loud finale. I remember the raucous reaction at the conclusion from the audience, who were as struck dumb by the beauty of the music as the spectacle itself. The relevance of this to Weyes Blood, and "Movies"? Not only does the startling interruption of the strings at the midpoint of "Movies" remind me very specifically of a motif in that Mendelssohn work, but the song celebrates the distinct pleasures of both watching something grand and melodramatic unfold in front of you, and of the majesty of self-actualisation. "Put me in a movie and everyone will know me", sings Natalie Mering; "I wanna be in my own movie." Some of us will find that metaphorical starring role commandeering a group of musicians as they together conjure an avalanche of sound. Others will wait patiently in the background of that occasion, spurred on by the hope that their personal moment of destiny will eventually arrive. [9]

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#Weyes Blood #indie rock #folk #music #music review #writing

[heiressofnerdiness]

Okay i loved what you wrote about tony and peter at the gas station sooo can you write in like 30 minutes the rest of the trip to the avengers mansion??

((Hello!! I’m so glad you liked it! Here is the thirty minute continuation! I hope you enjoy it!)) 

((Also it was so close to not being fluffy. I was this close to a car crash thing. Be thankful I resisted.))

As the two got back in the car, Peter began to tear into his snacks.

“I can’t believe they had cookies, Mr. Stark. Double chocolate chunk-“

“Yes, Peter. I’m aware. I was the one that paid the bill,” he said as he stored the cigars under the steering wheel. He wouldn’t smoke while Peter was in the car.

Peter suddenly looked guilty. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m just really hungry - I can go return some, if you want-“

“I’m joking, kid,” Tony said as he started the car and pulled out of the parking spot. “I’d get you whatever you want. PG, of course. You’re too young for beer, and certainly too young for condoms-“

“Mr. Stark!“

“I’m just saying, you are a young boy, and-“

“Okay, I’m done,” Peter said, pulling his earbuds out of his pocket.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Tony said, reaching over and grabbing them as they merged onto the highway. “You are certainly not going to d’ange your hearing anymore.”

“Come on!” Peter exclaimed in indignation. “I need to listen to music to survive! It’s my fuel!”

“Alrighty, then,” Tony said, fiddling with the buttons in the car. “We can listen to some of my tunes.”

“Did you just say ‘tunes’-“

“Songs, tunes, concertos-“

“Excuse me?”

“The point is, my music is better than yours. You can either listen to them or give me all your snacks.”

Peter pouted. “You’d never even take them anyway. I have no say in this.”

“Bingo.”

Peter ripped open a bag of chips, and began to munch loudly. “Can’t listen if I can’t hear,” he said through a mouth of barbecue chips.

“First of all: don’t talk with food in your mouth.”

“You’re such a dad.”

“Nope. It’s just gross - and secondly -” he moved on, because now Peter was laughing so hard he was almost coughing up his chips “-you need to listen to music to live, remember?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Oh, hush.”

Suddenly, AC/DC was blasting through the speakers, startling Peter so much that his chips flew through the air, landing all over him and his hair, making it kind of look like winter had come early. In August.

Now it was Tony’s turn to laugh so hard he couldn’t see straight. Thankfully he had the common sense to hit the autopilot button, giving the controls over to Friday before he completely lost his head.

“Ha, ha, ha. Laugh it up, old man,” Peter said, dusting chips out of his hair and turning off the music that had startled him so much.

This only caused Tony to laugh even harder.

That, along with the blasting music, caused Peter to start chuckling. Whether it was because he thought it was funny, or simply because Tony looked ridiculous laughing so hard, he would never know.

Because once Peter started laughing, he couldn’t stop. This only made Tony laugh harder, cussing Peter to laugh harder. So they were basically two idiots - smart idiots, but idiots nonetheless - barreling down the highway in a robot-controlled car, laughing so hard their faces turned red and they had to clutch their stomachs.

When they finally did calm down, Tony simply reached out a hand to wipe the remaining bits of chip out of Peter’s hair. “You should be a comedian, squirt.”

“Me? You’re the one that laughs so ridiculously,” he said as he stifled a giggle.

“Whatever,” he said as rolled his eyes fondly. “Ugh. I’m gonna have to get someone to vacuum this mess up.”

Peter suddenly looked guilty. “I didn’t mean to make a mess - I can clean it up-”

“It’s fine, kid,” Tony dismissed. “I pay people to clean for me. And I pay them well - I’m not some selfish pig-”

“Very funny-”

“And it wasn’t your fault. It was at least twenty percent my fault.”

“Twenty percent-”

“Okay. Fine. A lot more than that.” He smirked. “But it was pretty funny. I should pick you up more often.”

Peter blushed. “As long as I’m not too annoying. And I’m not a bother.”

Tony’s expression softened. “Never, kid.”

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[stonylovessteve]

Creator Reveals

We’ve reached the end of the exchange and that means it’s time to reveal the creators of all our works.

Thank you for putting so much love and effort into Stony Loves Steve 2018, you really made it a great experience. We hope everyone loved it as much as we did!

Giftees, be sure to leave a comment and kudos on your gift if you haven’t already. All our creators worked hard to make this event a success, so show them some love.

You can now post your work publicly outside of the exchange. Tag it as #stonylovessteve2018 on tumblr and we’ll reblog you. @ us @stonylovessteve on twitter and we’ll retweet you.

Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

Working out the Kinks by OftheLilies for Robin_tCJ (MCU, 10.7k words)

Steve is the first Avenger to move into the Avengers Tower. It will just be him and Tony Stark, alone together for weeks. It works itself out.

Sexily.

a strategist and a genius by laireshi for quantumdragon (616, 1.1k words)

He loves Tony.

Because, because, because; every time Steve sees him, he adds one more reason to the list.

Love Collection by Shamen610 for ashes0909 (MCU, 3.3k words)

It was only when Steve had walked towards the room and started opening the door that Tony had realized.

“Steve, wait! Don’t go—” But by then it was too late, and Steve had already opened the door. “...there.”

Steve just stood there in front of the room, completely at a loss.

“Okay, wait. I can explain!” Tony started to clamour out. “There is totally a justifiable reason why I have a room filled with your things... I just need to find it.”

All Along by thegraytigress for olympvs (MCU, 29.9k words)

Somewhere, somehow, through all the stuff they've been through… All the times they had to fake being more than they were. Somehow Tony falls in love with Steve for real.

Or five times Tony and Steve fake being in a relationship and the one time they realize they're really in one already.

flash your heart by jelliebean for starkboi (MCU, 3.9k words)

It wasn’t that Steve was pure exactly. After all, someone who was pure wouldn’t withhold coffee from Tony—literally holding it over his head—until he ate something nutritious. Someone who was pure wouldn’t stand possessively nearby when pretty reporters hovered, with a deceptively mild look on his face—a look that somehow told them to back off when they got too close. Someone who was pure wouldn’t kiss Tony, hard, purposefully, while they were both in uniform, wink at him, and then jump out of a plane straight into a battle. Or tell him, in that low, Captain tone, to wait until they got home. Or stand in the back of a summer press conference, slowly and calmly eating a pop rocket while Tony tried to concentrate.

But Steve was also the best of them.

Make It Right by starkboi for nanasekei (MCU, 2.2k words)

"Steve’s stomach soured at the number of the fallen. He will make it right. He’ll bring them back no matter what." (Steve finds himself in space, searching for answers to undo Thanos' destruction. He winds up in Vormir, face to face with the keeper of the stone. Tony is more help than he knows.)

The Stars Shine For You by YohKoBennington for gryvon (AU, 5.8k words)

Steve's high-school buddies tease him about his college boyfriend, not realizing that their perceptions are totally off, and there's so much more than they thought.

The color of your dreams paints my body blue. by SilverInStars for Fluffypanda (AU, 11.2k words)

“Does he know?” Tony asked again. It was the words he could speak, so he spoke them.

Sam’s eyes dipped to Tony’s chest, “Of course he knows. Anyone would.” He cocked his head to the side,

“Just Tony, you bleed blue.”

The bandages were stained. Tony pressed his hand as firm as he could. The color of the skies in the Golden Centaur’s eyes, the color of the skies on his palms.

“Dragon blue.”

After the Battle by Hayluhalo for capsicleonyourleft (Ambiguous, Art)

No one said dating Steve was going to be easy.

Holding Out For A Soulmate by ChibiSquirt for deathsweetqueen (MCU, 1.8k words)

Most folks who had a soulmate got their bond in their teens, at the cusp of adulthood. Steve sure hadn’t, though.

have no regret about (forget about) the chances you missed by Mozzarella for faite (616, 2.7k words)

In which Steve takes an opportunity, and asks Tony Stark out. Not on a date though.

Okay, yes, maybe a date.

The Wager by JacarandaBanyan for sunnyzhp22 (AU, 3.3k words)

“Who are you, Traveler?”

The young man stood and planted his feet like he was facing a dangerous adversary. Steve let a little tongue of flame glow to life in the depths of his throat in preparation for a fight.

“Guardsdragon Steve. I am Tony Stark, and I am here to challenge you for access to your hoard.”

When You All Need a Therapist by morcabre for dirigibleplumbing (MCU, 5.4k words)

A piece of paper was ridiculously difficult to find in Wakanda. Bucky stared at it for a while before finally writing down:

‘Dear Tony Stark,

Sorry I fucked it up between you two.

Sincerely,

Bucky Barnes.’

Baptism By Poisonous Fire by navaan for Furiael (Marvel Noir, 1.9k words)

Steve Rogers is the new Marvels writer – or he was supposed to be. He isn’t sure yet that he’ll survive the day. Chances seem slim for himself and his hero, Tony Stark.

I Am With You by dirigibleplumbing for XtaticPearl (MCU, 25.7k words)

After moving into Avengers Tower, Steve has different ways of connecting with his past and figuring out his present. He writes letters to Bucky, he visits Peggy, and he writes to a Peggy who no longer exists. One day his box of mementos from the 30’s and 40’s appears by his door, all the better to help him remember good times in his life. Meanwhile, his team keeps seeking him out to spend time with him outside of missions—especially Tony Stark.

Steve works to reconcile his memories of the past with his life in the present, to figure out what he wants, what makes him happy, and how he can help make the people he’s coming to care for happy, too.

Just a Saturday Morning by msermesth for janonny (MCU, 7.7k words)

For the first time in a while, Steve and Tony have the morning all to themselves. And it wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for the events of two years ago.

Serve and Protect by gryvon for Hayluhalo (AU, 23.4k words)

Steve is sent to investigate a traitor at Stark Industries, Tony Stark is way too young for Steve to be having improper thoughts about, and everything is not fine.

Nomad and the identity crisis by Cheermione for QueenoftheRandomWord42  (MCU, Art)

Made for the Stony Loves Steve Exchange 2018

Prompt: There are two rival superhero teams who oppose each other over whatever the author chooses. Steve Rogers is the leader of one such group, by day he is the tiny spunky reporter who always holds the world’s powerful accountable, by night he grows into Nomad the powerful vigilante who protects the innocent. Little does Steve know his loving boyfriend Tony Stark is the Superhero Ironman, leader of the rival group and when Steve decides to spill the beans and tell his boyfriend about his secret identity (and hopefully ask for his hand in marriage), a battlefield accident reveals Ironman’s secret identity to Nomad and Nomad alone.

Restrain Me Captain by Impala_Chick for OftheLilies (MCU, 1.7k words)

Tony thinks Steve is innocent only to learn he’s into restraints.

Your Definition of Love (Is Different From Mine) by quantumdragon for Ironlawyer (616, 3.9k words)

After waking up from his coma, Tony has a lot of questions for Hydra Cap. And Steve has answers - but not the ones Tony was expecting.

Wrapped Up In Clover by FestiveFerret for ishipallthings (MCU-AU, 54.3k words)

It’s been seven years since Steve and Tony split up, and Steve’s sure he’ll never see Tony again. He’s finally managed to put their failed relationship behind him and move on, focusing on his friends and building his business. But then his best friends, Bucky and Clint, decide to get married, and their wedding week at a cabin resort in Vermont turns into a minefield of heartbreak for Steve.

Concerto by a_salty_alto for Missy_dee811 (MCU, 1k words)

This isn’t the first time Steve’s been bombarded with a thousand new sensations at once, but the cacophony of sights and sounds in TImes Square from when Steve first awoke in the future is nothing compared to the sheer amount of information that floods Steve’s mind once he’s wielding the full power of the Infinity Gauntlet.

Hold me, kiss me, never leave me by SilverInStars for Fluffypanda (616, 1.1k words)

Prompt: An accident during a mission causes Steve to go feral. He growls, doesn’t seem to understand anyone, and has little concept of personal space. He’s also bossy, possessive, and oddly protective of Tony.

In a Color Unseen by Fluffypanda for Erik_Addictedtometal_Lehnsherr (AU, 1.7k)

Steve knows a king’s attention is fleeting, but there are some things he can’t see.

No Lie by kenshincha for SilverInStars (MCU, 1.3k words)

Steve was born with an empathic x-gene, making him a walking lie detector. Tony lies all the time, and Steve’s going to get to the bottom of it.

The avengers go to Disney! by Sunnyzhp22 for Cheermione (AA, Art)

short comic

Tony’s Hoard by Neverever for picturecat (MCU, 2.5k words)

Tony is turning into a dragon, with interesting consequences for Steve.

The beast in me sleeps with you by SilverInStars for fluffypanda (AU/MCU, 2.2k words)

He grows with inaccuracy in Stephanos’ dreams, sometimes a scared child that makes Stephanos ache with familiarity and sometimes an adult who seems to be fighting a war against the whole world.

A Birthday Get Together by navaan for avengersincamphalfbloodstardis (616, 1.6K words)

Steve thinks after everything that has happened, he really wants a quiet birthday

Mergers and Acquisitions by Robin_tCJ for Firelightmystic (AU, 33k words)

Steve Rogers is the CEO of the Rogers Corporation, which he built from the ground up. When he learns that Hydra International is making a bid for a hostile takeover of Stark Industries, he decides he has to do what he can to stop Hydra from overtaking the market and becoming an unstoppable, unethical conglomerate. Tony Stark asks for something Steve isn’t sure he should give, but he does it anyway – and it completely changes everything. But when Hydra keeps coming, Steve and Tony realize there’s more to this than they’d realized

Black Space for Many Dreams by Missy_dee811 for erde (616, 2.5K words)

The search for Tony is on. Finding him in an abandoned warehouse, Steve wonders if he should say the things that are on his mind.

Sweet Escape by FestiveFerret for Neverever (MCU, 5k words)

The weight of being an Avenger seems to be especially heavy on Steve’s shoulders recently, so Tony tries to cheer him up. And what’s a better cure for the blues than a trip to sunny Spain?

all warm blooded creatures by nanasekei for JacarandaBanyan (MCU, 13k words)

From a very early age, Steve Rogers was aware that he was going to die of cold.

Any Road by sheron for jellybean (MCU, 13.5k words)

Three months after defeating Thanos, Steve Rogers wakes up in the middle of a cornfield, with no memory of how he got there. No memories of anything, not even his own name. The only valuable on him is a flip-phone with a single contact number.

Tony Stark will do anything to help him remember, but he won’t even admit they are friends.

Gift Exchange by redvelvetcake32 for morcabre (AU, Art)

The Scent of Love by avengersincamphalfbloodstardis for Agent_C (Any, 2.8k words)

Prompted from the Stony Loves Steve event! Steve’s addicted to Tony’s scent.

Steve has a heightened sense of smell from the serum. Now if only he could figure out exactly what it is that makes Tony smell so good.

A Prince and a Robber by dreamkist for makeyamad (Any, 1.9k words)

Prince Steve meets a mysterious man in the forest.

Clouds Over a Century Sky by XtaticPearl for FestiveFerret (AU, 15.7k words)

Steve Rogers decides to go to Dublin when he is invited by his estranged partner to a conference, despite arguments by his friends. He is convinced that a gesture of commitment might solve their relationship, and sets off on the trip with a ring in hand. Steve’s troubles begin when his flight is diverted due to stormy weather and gets him being stranded at a small town.

At a pub, when Steve discovers that the cabs might be more than he can afford at the moment, the barkeep informs him of a fellow American who was staying there and had a rental car. Steve meets Tony, an unpredictable, witty, and oddly smooth self-claimed mechanic, who makes the journey more complicated by making Steve challenge almost everything he believed was simple about himself.

you could at least have told me you were a gemini by picturecat for cptxrogers (MA:A, 6.3k words)

A Marvel Adventures: Avengers story. The Avengers face a giant labyrinth. More personally, Captain America faces his crush.

Fight me Bite me by makeyamad for sadieb798 (MCU, 6k words)

Steve Rogers unfroze before Iron man was created, (thank you global warming! ), he found Bucky while on a regular SHIELD mission. The two of them, along with Bucky’s mate Sam decided to become reporters with the Daily Bugle.

What happens when Steve goes to cover the Stark expo, hosted by the genius, billionaire, omega, mechanic of Iron man, Tony Stark?

i guess maybe it’s possible i might be playing it wrong by TheJGatsby for red_crate (MCU, 11.2k)

Steve would’ve considered himself lucky just to get someone he could tolerate as an assigned roommate his freshman year of college, so he figures it’s a miracle that he and Tony became best friends almost from the first. When he and Tony get stuck together for seven minutes in heaven at a party, Steve realizes that he wants more from Tony than just friendship, and it only goes downhill from there.

You’re the GOAT, Steve by Firelightmystic for ChibiSquirt (616, 17.4k words)

No one wants to address the elephant in the room. On the sidewalk, more accurately. And not an elephant, really, so much as a…

A goat.

Steve glances up at Tony to offer up a bit of comfort because, well, Tony looks like he really needs it, but when he opens his mouth to speak all that comes out is a startlingly loud bleat.

Tony’s howl of frustration carries in the stricken aftermath.

A Little AI-ssistance by olympvs for redvelvetcake32 (Any, 7.2k words)

When Steve realizes he’s in love with his best friend, he’s at a loss for what to do. In a fit of panic Steve asks Jarvis for help, and thus ensues a series of not-quite-dates as Steve struggles to tell Tony how he feels.

I’m home by jayjayverse for Shamen610 (Any, Art)

Synchronized Frequencies by ashes0909 for YohKoBennington (MCU AU, 14.2k words)

Steve knew Bucky meant well, but he always thought they needed to do things together; so for Bucky to be getting married, and for him to still be single? Well, that didn’t sit right with Bucky.

He’ll See I’m Not So Tough by QueenoftheRandomWord42 for TheseGrimmAdventures (MCU, 13.2k words)

In an Alternative Universe where people are born with a pair of wings on their backs, Steve Rogers has had a conundrum since birth, his ability to attract his mate or soulmate depends on his ability to attract them with their flutterings, but since becoming Captain America they have been comedically tiny. When he wakes up in 2012 he meets Tony Stark, Genius, Playboy, Philanthropist, and the only person since Peggy Carter to make his wings flutter, but which Tony is oblivious to. Will Steve get over his growing crush on Tony Stark, or would Tony Stark remain oblivious to Steve’s pining? 

More Than the Average Good by royal_chandler for thegraytigress (MCU, 16.5k words)

Tony hadn’t taken flight in nearly five months before Steve Rogers—plunged into the Potomac—finally gave him a reason to.

We Could Get Together Like Normal People, But Then We Wouldn’t Be Avengers by a_salty_alto for vktorkatsuki (Avengers Assemble, 1.2k words)

It’s reasonable that Tony wouldn’t remember it isn’t movie night, because he doesn’t remember the last couple of days. He doesn’t remember the last couple of months, not really.

Visions are seldom all they seem by sadieb798 for pikapip (MCU AU, 6.5k words)

“You know,” Tony says finally, and Steve looks at him, eyebrow raised in expectation. “There’s this new thing called talking, so if you ever need to…”

Brave New World by cptxrogers for enkiduu (616, 9.6k words)

Captain Hydra, the Avengers’ long-time foe, and Iron Man, the mysterious masked Avenger, find themselves transported to a strange alien planet. The place is beautiful, but it’s also apparently sentient and has taken a perverse interest in them. Steve agrees to a truce with Iron Man for now, at least until he finds his time to strike. That is, if the trees don’t get them first.

Just a Jump to the Left by vktorkatsuki for Neverever (Avengers Assemble, 6.4k words)

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t the man out of time. Are you prepared to be eliminated from the current timeline?” Ugh, Kang. It was too early for this.“ Kang gives Steve the chance to hop back into the past right where he left off, no strings attached. Tony doesn’t like that at all. Steve figures out when he’s meant to be, in the end. a.k.a. That One Time Steve nearly thought he was meant to be in the past, and the one time he realized from the start that he was right where he belonged.

Someone to Hold by erde for navaan (616, 6.5k words)

Anything you want, Tony would have said during the rehearsal, and Steve, in turn, would have wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered in his ear, Let’s elope.

dream of the future by enkiduu for sheron (AU, 25k words)

Reality is crumbling. Steve, a Knight out of time, is summoned to fix a world that isn't really his. The future belongs to the sorcerer he has to learn to work with. Together, they have to journey forth and find a solution, and Steve finds a lot more than he expected (and more than he knew he could even want).

Heart Still Aching to Seek by Ironlawyer for laireshi (616, 1.5k words)

There is no going back from this. Their relationship is finally broken and it's time for Steve to take action. What Steve was thinking when he put the EMP on Tony's hand.

I'll Be (Good To You) by ishipallthings for royal_chandler (MCU, 15.8k words)

Steve Rogers wakes up seventy years out of time to a new world and a soulmate. It’s an adjustment. What he doesn’t expect is Tony Stark, a brilliant futurist who is equal parts fascinating and frustrating, and has just as many demons as Steve. He also doesn’t expect to find a family with a ragtag team of superheroes, or to fall in love. Luckily, Steve is nothing if not adaptable.

Blue Days, Black Nights by janonny for kenshincha (MCU, 17.9k words)

Over the span of two years as a fugitive, Steve gets a little too attached to the flip phone, his only link to Tony. (Or the story where Steve is an overachiever, even when it comes to his brooding.)

A Star Goes Out by navaan for dreamkist (MCU, 2.8k words)

Steve is ready to move on from being Captain America. He's not able to completely walk away from Tony though – and neither can he walk away from who he is.

the most amazing things by nasa for jayjayverse (616/3490, 1.2k words)

Natasha's been acting weird ever since the Incident.

Vibranium Dysfunction by CaptainOfRippedShirts for msermesth (MCU, 2.5k words)

Tony's a scientist. A genius. Literally the whole world knows that. But times like this, when someone he loves - not that he's using the L-word with Steve just yet, nope, nosiree - is looking at him like he's seconds away from crying and admitting that he just can't feel touch the way he used to? Times like that make Tony feel like the biggest idiot on the planet.

we could be something beautiful by S_Hylor for Mozzarella (MCU, 7.6k words)

When genius, billionaire, playboy Tony Stark very publicly asks him out, Steve says yes because he doesn't want to be the man to turn down Tony Stark on national television. For the life of him he can't understand why someone like Tony Stark would want to go out with someone like him. He's wholly unprepared for what dating Tony entails, especially the media attention. The media, it seems, can't figure out what Tony sees in him either.

#stonylovessteve2018

[sephiratales]

for the writing prompts: 48 for anyone you like [if you feel like it]? :3c

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

I tried something with Carol Danvers x OC (Kera). Let’s imagine this happens after a “happy ending” Avengers 4. (And sorry for my english, it’s been a while). Hope you’ll like it =)

NB : I haven’t seen Captain Marvel yet, so I hope I’m not writing Carol too badly.

I don’t know why Dad has decided to tinker some old cars for his retirement, he never shown an interest for that and barely touch them. I suspect his ancient colleagues gave him this idea. Anyway, Carol has found something to do while we stay at my parents’ house during their holiday and I know where to find her.

The workshop is in the shed next the house, Dad has convert it for the perfect car engineer, except he was and still is never one. I find Carol in one of the long hole in the ground, fixing something on the wheel. She is at my navel level when I approach her, she turned her head, cocking her eyebrow and I still feel weak when she do that. She smile before returning to her work.

“Finished your homework?” she asks with a bit of mischief.

“It’s not homework, it’s a concerto…”

Why do I even answer her ? She likes to tease me when I practice violin because it makes me look like a perfect student.

“And I thought you might want some ice tea.” I add, showing the glass in my hand.

She turns again, I’ve caught her attention.

“Oh thank you, you’re so sweet!”

She tries to catch it, but I take it away with a grin.

“Do you really think you deserve it?”

“Okay and with a kiss?” she proposes with a wide smile.

“Maybe.”

I know she can catch it easily with the help of her powers, but she never uses them with me. She wants a normal relationship and I’m happy to give her that. She gains few centimetres, but she still cannot reach my face.

“My sweet Kera, I’m on my tiptoes, you need to bend a bit if you want the kiss.”

I sigh a bit, bending to meet her lips. Once again, a shiver of delight travels through my spine. Carol passes her hand on my neck to deepen the kiss, I wish this moment never stop. I feel the glass leaving my hand and her lips leave mine, I contain a groan of disappointment. She drinks a bit, watching me with an amused smile. She perfectly knows the effect she has on me.

“Thank you for the tea, it’s refreshing after a hot kiss.”

She smiles again, proud of her words. I stay silent and leave the shed.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“In my bedroom, taking a nap.”

I stop and turns to face her, she is not the only one who can play.

“And I might be wearing the white dress you like so much… with nothing underneath. But if you have any idea, take a shower first, you need to cool down.”

#carol danvers x oc #captain marvel x oc #wlw #noonvraith #i tried something

[dweemeister]

2018 Movie Odyssey

That is time on the 2018 Movie Odyssey. Though the number of total films I saw increased this year, that was mostly because of a stratospheric rise in short films I saw - thanks to my time at the 2018 Viet Film Fest and Turner Classic Movies’ (TCM) decision in March to begin airing one classic Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) short and a Popeye short every Saturday morning except in August and select Saturdays. I saw two hundred and sixty-two films in their entirety that were completely new to me this year - 156 feature-length films (includes one serial) and 107 short films. The number of features was expected to go down this year because of the Winter Olympics in February and the FIFA World Cup in June/July. With only the Women’s World Cup in June/July 2019, maybe there’ll be an increase next year (we’ll see how employment impacts the number too)?

If there is anything that disappoints me about this list is that, again, there is only one African film (a short) featured this year and one from Latin America (Roma). There used to be a handful of classic African films on Netflix, but Netflix’s recent moves to emphasize television and its Netflix originals has blocked off that possibility. So here’s hoping in 2019 there will be much more representation from Africa and Latin America - not only among short films, but in features especially.

For all those who participated and supported the Movie Odyssey in any way - by reading, liking, commenting on, or reblogging a write-up; talking with me about movies we’ve seen; or even sitting down with me to watch something... none of this possible without you. So all of you have my thanks. The Movie Odyssey continues, as always. Onward to 2019.

As many of you know, all ratings are based on my imdb rating and half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found here. A 6/10 is considered the borderline between “passing” and “failing”. Feature-length narrative films, serials, documentaries, and short films are rated within their respective spectrums. Here is the list... beginning with Disney and ending with Disney.

JANUARY

Pete’s Dragon (1977) – 6.5/10

The Post (2017) – 8/10

Salt of the Earth (1954) – 7/10

Girl Crazy (1943) – 7/10

The Greatest Showman (2017) – 6/10

Charade (1963) – 9.5/10

The Boy with Green Hair (1948) – 6/10

Stop! Look! And Hasten! (1954 short) – 7/10

Strangled Eggs (1961 short) – 6/10

Flirty Birdy (1945 short) – 6/10

Hollywood Hotel (1937) – 6/10

Darkest Hour (2017) – 7/10

Mary and the Witch’s Flower (2017, Japan) – 7/10

Pyaasa (1957, India) – 9.5/10

Call Me by Your Name (2017) – 8/10

Phantom Thread (2017) – 9/10

A Warm December (1973) – 6/10

A Corny Concerto (1943 short) – 9/10

FEBRUARY (2018′s 31 DAYS OF OSCAR)

All This, and Heaven Too (1940) – 8.5/10

A River Runs Through It (1992) – 7/10

The Heiress (1949) – 10/10

Stop, Look and Listen (1967 short) – 9/10

The Black Stallion (1979) – 7.5/10

DeKalb Elementary (2017 short) – 9/10

The Silent Child (2017 short) – 7/10

My Nephew Emmett (2017 short) – 7.5/10

The Eleven O’Clock (2017 short) – 9/10

Watu Wote: All of Us (2017, Germany/Kenya) – 8/10

Love is a Many-Splendored Thing (1955) – 6/10

Dear Basketball (2017 short) – 7.5/10

Negative Space (2017 short, France) – 7.5/10

Lou (2017 short) – 8/10

Revolting Rhymes Part One (2016 short) – 8/10

Garden Party (2016 short, France) – 7/10

Lost Property Office (2017 short) – 7/10

Weeds (2017 short) – 6/10

Achoo (2017 short, France) – 6/10

Heroin(e) (2017 short) – 6.5/10

Knife Skills (2017 short) – 8/10

Traffic Stop (2017 short) – 7/10

Edith+Eddie (2017 short) – 8/10

Heaven is a Traffic Jam on the 405 (2016 short) – 6.5/10

MARCH

A Man for All Seasons (1966) – 8/10

The Alamo (1960) – 6/10

A Wrinkle in Time (2018) – 5.5/10

Black Panther (2018) – 7/10

The Counterfeit Cat (1949 short) – 7/10

Popeye the Sailor (1933 short) – 8/10

Piccadilly (1929) – 6/10

Stranger on the Third Floor (1940) – 7/10

Droopy Leprechaun (1958 short) – 6/10

I Yam What I Yam (1933 short) – 6.5/10

The Whole Town’s Talking (1935) – 7.5/10

National Velvet (1944) – 6.5/10

The Early Bird Dood It! (1942 short) – 7/10

Blow Me Down! (1933 short) – 7/10

Splendor in the Grass (1961) – 8.5/10

Dangal (2016, India) – 7/10

Ready Player One (2018) – 7/10

The Golden Touch (1935 short) – 7/10

Grease (1978) – 6.5/10

The Bear That Couldn’t Sleep (1939 short) – 6/10

I Eats My Spinach (1933 short) – 7/10

Overboard (1987) – 7.5/10

APRIL

Quo Vadis (1951) – 7.5/10

In Search of the Castaways (1962) – 6/10

Cimarron (1931) – 5/10

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (2013) – 6/10

Mr. Duck Steps Out (1940 short) – 7.5/10

The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band (1968) – 6/10

A Quiet Place (2018) – 8/10

Little ‘Tinker (1948 short) – 7/10

Seasin’s Greetniks! (1933 short) – 6.5/10

Drag-A-Long Droopy (1954 short) – 7/10

Wild Elephinks (1933 short) – 6/10

The Cat Returns (2002, Japan) – 6/10

Spring Dreams (1960, Japan) – 6/10

The Journey of Natty Gann (1985) – 7.5/10

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957) – 7/10

PK (2014, India) – 7/10

The Bear and the Bean (1948 short) – 6/10

Sock-a-Bye, Baby (1934 short) – 6/10

Crossfire (1947) – 7.5/10

The Sword and the Rose (1953) – 6/10

The Beatles: Eight Days a Week – The Touring Years (2016) – 7/10

Rob Roy: The Highland Rogue (1953) – 5/10

Animal House (1978) – 6.5/10

The Early Bird and the Worm (1936 short) – 5/10

Let’s You and Him Fight (1934 short) – 6/10

MAY

My Brother’s Wedding (1983) – 7.5/10

Avengers: Infinity War (2018) – 6.5/10

Chips Off the Old Block (1942 short) – 6/10

The Man on the Flying Trapeze (1934 short) – 8/10

The Woman in White (1948) – 6.5/10

Can You Take It (1934 short) – 7/10

Farewell to Spring (1959, Japan) – 6.5/10

Floral Japan (1937 short) – 5/10

The Wacky World of Mother Goose (1967) – 3/10

Dodge City (1939) – 7/10

Homesteader Droopy (1954 short) – 7/10

Shoein’ Hosses (1934 short) – 6/10

Wonder Man (1945) – 7/10

Hans Christian Andersen (1952) – 7.5/10

Solo (2018) – 6/10

JUNE

A Day at the Beach (1938 short) – 6/10

Strong to the Finich (1934 short) – 6.5/10

Blondie (1938) – 7/10

A Man Escaped (1956, France) – 10/10

Braveheart (1995) – 6.5/10

Hereditary (2018) – 9/10

Moose Hunters (1937 short) – 7/10

Bao (2018 short) – 6/10

Incredibles 2 (2018) – 8/10

Sleepy-Time Squirrel (1954 short) – 7/10

Shiver Me Timbers! (1934 short) – 8.5/10

Papa Gets the Bird (1940 short) – 6/10

Axe Me Another (1934 short) – 7/10

So You’re Going to Be a Father (1947 short) – 7/10

Gokurôsama (2017 short, France) – 6/10

Pom Poko (1994, Japan) – 8/10

Greyfriars Bobby (1961) – 7/10

Red Barry (1938 serial) – 5/10

Won’t You Be My Neighbor? (2018) – 9/10

JULY

The Three Little Pups (1953 short) – 7.5/10

A Dream Walking (1934 short) – 7/10

Cellbound (1955 short) – 8/10

The Two-Alarm Fire (1934 short) – 6/10

The Blue Angel (1930, Germany) – 9.5/10

The Philadelphia Story (1940) – 10/10

Big Red (1962) – 6/10

Benji the Hunted (1987) – 6/10

The Dance Contest (1934 short) – 6/10

It (1927) – 7/10

The Legend of Lobo (1962) – 7/10

Tarzan the Ape Man (1932) – 6/10

Dances with Wolves (1990) – 8.5/10

The NeverEnding Story (1984) – 6/10

Son of Lassie (1945) – 6/10

A Generation (1955, Poland) – 6.5/10

Overture: Tannhäuser (1926 short) – 6/10

Stowaway (1936) – 7/10

A View to a Kill (1985) – 4.5/10

Warlock (1959) – 7.5/10

The Steamroller and the Violin (1961, Soviet Union) – 8.5/10

Old Smokey (1938 short) – 6.5/10

Beware of Barnacle Bill (1935) – 8/10

Stalker (1979, Soviet Union) – 10/10

Moon Over Miami (1941) – 7/10

Eighth Grade (2018) – 8.5/10

The Living Daylights (1987) – 6/10

Sorry to Bother You (2018) – 8/10

The Little Wise Quacker (1952 short) – 6/10

Be Kind to ‘Aminals’ (1935 short) – 5/10

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954) – 8.5/10

AUGUST

Gojira (1954, Japan) – 9/10

Christopher Robin (2018) – 7/10

Mission: Impossible – Fallout (2018) – 8/10

Licence to Kill (1989) – 7.5/10

Mare Nostrum (1926) – 6.5/10

Berkeley Square (1933) – 7/10

Crazy Rich Asians (2018) – 7/10

GoldenEye (1995) – 8/10

Hanh, Solo (2017) – 7/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

The Girl from Yesterday (2017, Vietnam) – 6/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Actress Wanted (2018) – 7/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Tomorrow Never Dies (1997) – 6/10

Cheyenne Autumn (1964) – 6/10

The Fountainhead (1949) – 6.5/10

South Pacific (1958) – 6/10

Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1927) – 7/10

Naughty Marietta (1935) – 6/10

The World Is Not Enough (1999) – 5/10

The Way Station (2017, Vietnam) – 6/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

It Happened at the World’s Fair (1963) – 5/10

49th Parallel (1941) – 8.5/10

SEPTEMBER

The Rains Came (1939) – 6/10

8½ (1963, Italy) – 10/10

Die Another Day (2002) – 4.5/10

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997) – 5/10

Tron (1982) – 5/10

Perfect Blue (1997, Japan) – 8/10

RBG (2018) – 7.5/10

The Alley Cat (1941 short) – 7/10

The ‘Hyp-Nut-Tist’ (1935 short) – 6/10

My Neighbors the Yamadas (1999, Japan) – 8.5/10

Pick of the Litter (2018) – 7/10

The House of Tomorrow (1949 short) – 7.5/10

OCTOBER

Cry, the Beloved Country (1951) – 8/10

A Star Is Born (2018) - 8/10

The Story of Temple Drake (1933) – 8/10

The Spirit of the Beehive (1973, Spain) – 8/10

First Generation (2017 short) – 6/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Nước (2016 short, Vietnam) – 7/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Spring Leaves (2015 short, France) – 8/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Every Grain of Rice (2017 short) – 6/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest; not on imdb)

Nguyening: The Lee Nguyen Story (2017 short) – 7/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest; not on imdb)

Summer in Closed Eyes (2018, Vietnam) – 7/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Untold Secrets (2018 short) – student film, score withheld (2018 Viet Film Fest; not on imdb)

Altarlife (2018 short) – student film, score withheld (2018 Viet Film Fest; not on imdb)

The Broken Bond (2018 short) – student film, score withheld (2018 Viet Film Fest; not on imdb)

Crazy 8 (2018 short) – student film, score withheld (2018 Viet Film Fest; not on imdb)

100 Days of Sunshine (2018, Vietnam) – 6/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

The Purple Horizon (1971, Vietnam) – 7/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

The Walking Dead (1936) – 6.5/10

First Man (2018) – 8/10

The Seventh Victim (1943) – 7/10

The Tailor (2017, Vietnam) – 6.5/10

The Curse of the Mummy’s Tomb (1964) – 4/10

NOVEMBER

The Old Man & the Gun (2018) – 7/10

Fallen Angel (1945) – 6/10

Imitation of Life (1934) – 8/10

Free Solo (2018) – 8/10

Mabel’s Blunder (1914 short) – 6/10

Caught in a Cabaret (1914 short) – 6/10

Floating Weeds (1959, Japan) – 9/10

The Hate U Give (2018) – 7/10

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018) – 7.5/10

The D.I. (1957) – 7/10

Can You Ever Forgive Me? (2018) – 7.5/10

Alexander Nevsky (1938, Soviet Union) – 8/10

Ralph Breaks the Internet (2018) – 6/10

Cooley High (1975) – 7/10

Burning (2018, South Korea) – 9/10

Mirai (2018, Japan) – 6/10

DECEMBER

West Point (1927) – 7/10

Shoplifters (2018, Japan) – 10/10

Roma (2018, Mexico) – 10/10

Kiss & Spell (2017, Vietnam) – 5/10 (2018 Viet Film Fest)

Henpecked Hoboes (1946 short) – 6/10

For Better or Worser (1935 short) – 7/10

Dizzy Divers (1935 short) – 7/10

The Little Whirlwind (1941 short) – 6/10

The Captain’s Pup (1938 short) – 6/10

You Gotta Be a Football Hero (1935 short) – 6.5/10

King of the Mardi Gras (1935 short) – 7/10

Barney Bear’s Victory Garden (1942 short) – 6.5/10

Screwball Squirrel (1944 short) – 7.5/10

Adventures of Popeye (1935 short) – 5/10

The Spinach Overture (1935 short) – 7/10

One Droopy Knight (1957 short) – 7.5/10

Who Killed Who? (1943 short) – 8/10

Vim, Vigor and Vitaliky (1936 short) – 6/10

A Clean Shaven Man (1936 short) – 7/10

Jerky Turkey (1945 short) – 6/10

Brotherly Love (1936 short) – 8/10

I-Ski Love-Ski You-Ski (1936 short) – 7/10

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) – 9/10

Grin and Share It (1957 short) – 7.5/10

Alias St. Nick (1935 short) – 6/10

The Captain’s Christmas (1938 short) – 6/10

Bridge Ahoy! (1936 short) – 7/10

What – No Spinach? (1936 short) – 7/10

I Wanna Be a Life Guard (1936 short) – 6/10

Flight of the Navigator (1986) – 7.5/10

The Black Hole (1979) – 5.5/10

Pluto’s Sweater (1949 short) – 6/10

Double Dribble (1946 short) – 6/10

Aquaman (2018) – 6.5/10

The Absent-Minded Professor (1961) – 7/10

The Favourite (2018) – 8.5/10

The Cat from Outer Space (1978) – 5.5/10

Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey (1993) – 6/10

Son of Flubber (1963) – 6/10

All scores are subject to change (upgrades and downgrades) upon a rewatch.

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The SML Podcast - Episode 622: Talktober Gets Zen

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This episode of the show welcomes back our friend Chris Baker from Zen Studios to chat for a spell!

The show kicks off with Chris Baker joining us to discuss all things Zen Studios. From the recently released genre-bending action game CastleStorm II, to the recently unveiled partnership with Arcade 1Up to create an in-home Star Wars pinball table, all the way to the obligatory question about what is in the works and Zen and what tables we might be able to look forward to in the future! Always a great time having Chris on!

After Chris heads out, it's news of the week as we discuss GameStop making a business partnership with Microsoft to use Surface tablets and Office in their stores, Avengers playerbase woes, Modern Warfare quickly beginning to outgrow hard drives, PS Now additions for October, and the latest DLC for Mortal Kombat 11 including an appearance from freakin RAMBO. All that plus our usual shenanigans and a batch of reviews!

Jacob Garner joins the show to review Nickelodeon Kart Racers 2: Grand Prix, a souped up sequel packed with tracks and characters from BamTang Games & GameMill Entertainment. Jacob also covers Ben 10: Power Trip, an open world action adventure game from PHL Collective & Outright Games. RIDE 4 is the latest in the hardcore simulation streetbike racing series from Milestone.

The Survivalists is an adventure filled survival sandbox set in The Escapists universe from Team17. Reflection of Mine is a journey to solve the broken puzzle that is a young girl's mind from Redblack Spade & Ratalaika Games. We take a look back at Cat Quest, the pun-filled and super adorable action RPG from The Gentlebros & PQube. The sequel just celebrated it's first anniversary too!

Surlyna writes in a review of Birthday of Midnight, a blend of golf and platforming in a super stylish world from Petite Games & Ratalaika Games. Smart Moves is a turn based puzzle game with a strong roguelike feel where smart movies are the key to survival from grin robot & Xitilon. Finally, Dark Grin Mariupolis is a classic adventure game set in a world of noir, magic, greek mythology, and stifling routine from Team Mariupolis & Xitilon.

This episode features some music from the always awesome Mazedude!

Mazedude - Mazedude's Kitchen (Adventures of Lolo) Mazedude - Dragonborn Concerto (Skyrim)

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