#The Brock ones are pure gold

[brilliantdeface]

I wanted to share these really cool sheets for the main Vbros cast, it can be useful if you want to draw them.

#Vbros #the venture brothers #the venture bros #venture bros #character design #reference sheet #The Brock ones are pure gold #hank venture #dean venture #dr thaddeus venture #dr venture #rusty venture #brock samson

[nickiehausen]

Nick's Match Review of the Day #2:

Takeshi Morishima v. Bryan Danielson (Ring of Honor Manhattan Mayhem II) 8/25/07

To start off simply: this match is very, very good. That fact isn't particularly surprising considering its participants, but still.

By 2007, a very strong case could be made for Bryan Danielson being the best wrestler in North America, if not the world. He had reigned as ROH World Champion for 15 months with thirty-eight defenses, from late 2005 to late 2006, and already had a long list of superb defenses under his belt, most notably against rival Nigel McGuinness. Along the way he unified and retired the PURE Championship, main-evented multiple shows, and became a mainstay of the promotion. But, once his reign came to an end at the hands of Homicide at Final Battle, Danielson took time off from wrestling to recover from injuries sustained throughout his reign. It wouldn't be until May of 2007 when the American Dragon would return, but when he did, he quickly returned to form. Staking his claim at the gold he once held, Danielson teamed with then ROH World Champion Takeshi Morishima in a winning effort against rival Nigel McGuinness and NOAH star KENTA at ROH's first pay-per-view event, Respect is Earned. At the following PPV, Driven, Danielson again defeated Nigel in a match to determine a #1 Contender for Morishima's title.

That brings us to the champion himself. Morishima came to ROH from Pro Wrestling NOAH, and the heavyweight soon became world champion after defeating Homicide on February 17th, only 56 days after Homicide had taken the belt from Danielson. He went on a tear as champion, holding off some of ROH's best in clashes for the gold, including Jay Briscoe, Roderick Strong, Austin Aries, Claudio Castagnoli, Jimmy Rave, Adam Pearce, and BJ Whitmer, along with defeating fellow NOAH talent KENTA and Dragon Gate star Shingo Takagi in title action. While these defenses were all certainly interesting, many of which resulted in great matches, there was one challenger who stood out from the rest; Nigel McGuinness. The once cocky, cheap-shot taking heel had progressed and matured into one of the promotion's top babyfaces, and made it his goal to usurp Morishima from his spot at the top. It's here we see a shared parallel between the title reigns of Bryan Danielson and Takeshki Morishima. Both champions repeatedly clash with and defeat Nigel, and Bryan's return to the company from injury only further pushes Nigel away from the title. After multiple failed attempts, McGuinness would attempt to earn one more crack at the champion by facing Bryan at Driven in a #1 Contenders Match, a match he would lose. This sets the stage for where we are now.

August 25th, 2007. The Manhattan Center in New York. Ring of Honor is running its second show under the Manhattan Mayhem name, and in the co-main event, Bryan Danielson challenges Takeshi Morishima for the ROH World Championship. The American Dragon looks to reclaim his spot at the top, while Morishima attempts to fully establish himself a dominant champion by defeating one of the best champions in company history.

"David vs. Goliath" is perhaps an overused analogy, but it's fitting for this particular encounter. Morishima is 6'3; Danielson is only 5'10. Throughout most of his career Morishima hovered around 270-290 lbs.; Danielson is typically billed around 210. Of course, being the smaller man in the match isn't anything new to the Dragon. Some of Bryan's best performances come against opponents much larger than him; Brock Lesnar, Samoa Joe, Miro, etc. In the first half of the match, Danielson is undoubtedly the David. He tries to stay away from the champion, landing precise kicks to the legs in an attempt to chop him down. Keeping his instance is a sound strategy, as Morishima takes advantage of his strength, hitting Bryan with stiff strikes and lariats, trying to wear his opponent down early through power and fury. The constant strikes to the head lead to what appears to be Bryan selling an eye injury - the thing is, he's not selling. Danielson legitimately suffered a detected retina in the match and continued wrestling, even incorporating his injury into the match. Morishima targets the head, taking full advantage of Bryan's eye which, again, is actually hurt. Morishima himself sells damage to his legs, unable to lift Danielson up for certain power moves and having his mobility limited.

The first half of the match is definitely an uphill battle for the American Dragon, but the second half is a different story. Danielson counters much of the champion's offense, locking in multiple submissions including his signature Cattle Mutilation. He's even able to hit his signature stomps and elbow strikes, brutalizing the champion and nearly turning his size advantage into a non-factor. He even gets close calls with multiple roll-ups that almost finish it. The killer instinct the challenger possesses flips the script late in the match, leaving Morishima on the ropes and repeatedly fighting from behind. Still, the champion fights back, still able to overpower Danielson with lariats and hip attacks before finally planting him with a backdrop driver to end the match and defend his gold. Danielson fights hard. He came close to taking the gold, but unfortunately for him Morishima was not to be denied. He retains his gold, and Bryan Danielson leaves the Manhattan Center defeated.

The eye injury Danielson suffers early on could've ruined the match, but he doesn't crumble. He perseveres and uses it to tell a story. Danielson fighting with only one eye, Morishima fighting on one leg. Neither man is at 100% for much of the match, which creates a hard hitting back-and-forth battle that exemplifies what made Ring of Honor so special in this era.

⭐⭐⭐⭐. 5 out of 5.

#Youtube #ring of honor #pro wrestling #pro wrestling noah

[jacscorner]

Gwn2verse: The Fanfic Bible Part 2

I wanna talk about my idea of a Pokemon Alternate Universe, and I thought that maybe it'd be easier to talk about the ton of crap I wanted to talk about if I had a pic to go with it and under the context of a hypothetical Pokemon fangame.

Here's the bulk of my thoughts here.

If you'd rather cut back on the word salad, you can just read below.

The Pokemon Gen2verse is a what-if scenario in the Pokemon Games; what if Pokemon never went beyond Kanto/Johto, but added new characters. Realistically, this probably would've been THE END of Pokemon, or it would've became unsustainable due to a lack of innovation and evolution and would've had to do something fresh and new to keep things interesting for a wider consumer base. A Pokemon Game without abilities, a new region to explore, and a slower stream of new Pokemon being introduced (or none at all) doesn't sound very interesting or capable of lasting as long as it does, but it sounds appealing to me and I think you can explore Kanto/Johto without just retreading new ground.

Perhaps a more realistic idea would be 'what if there was a small splinter group in Gamefreak that kept making "GB/GBC Era Games in tandem with the maineline series".

Moving forward, this thought experiment will continue under the idea that no new Pokemon would've been introduced, to try and convert new characters into Gen 2. There are plenty of artists who can turn Gen 3+ sprites and models into the Gen 2 Style, I'm just not one of them.

If this were a game, we'd call it "Pokemon Stars & Pokemon Hearts".

In this hypothetical game, we'd have 2 new Player Characters; Romeo and Juliet, the STAR-Crossed LOVERS (perhaps Tokubei & Ohatsu in Japanese), but we'll refer to them as 'Player' for convenience. They'd be significantly older than any other Player Characters; 18, at the YOUNGEST, but could past for early-mid 20s. You'd be able to pick your starting town, either Palett Town in Kanto or New Bark Town in Johto, and that would determine the Starter you'd get (Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, Eevee in Palett and Chikorita, Cyndaquil, Totodile, and Pikachu in New Bark).

As the Player, you are the latest apprentice of Professor Oak or Elm, depending on your starting town. One day, you've officially completed your studies under the professor and they give you your Pokeballs and Pokedex. This is how your adventure starts now that you're a legal Pokemon Trainer! This is purely for my own sake, as an adult who feels Pokemon is neglecting their older audience.

This hypothetical game would be taking place five years after the events of Pokemon Gold/Silver/Crystal Kango & Johto would've gone through a number of changes. I'd wanna make dedicated pics to them, but;

1. As mentioned before, some Gym Leaders would've left their gyms and new ones would take over, perhaps characters that would've appeared in future games. Same for the Elite Four. Some gyms would have new types, but ultimately, Gym Leaders would start having mixed teams. They'd still usually have a type they specialize in and have more than other types, but since this is a smaller pool of Pokemon, teams would have to start getting creative to be more interesting. A few ideas I'd want for this game;

>Brock would've left his gym. He would've joined the Elite Four. Pewter City would become a hub for Pokemon Trainers with a new Gym Leader encouraging this.

>Misty & Erika would be rivals and would be roaming the region. If you run into them, they'll battle you. If you beat them, they'll be a traveling companion for a little while.

>Some new towns would pop up and the Kanto/Johto map would've expanded some.

>Speaking of; Cinnabar Island would've been restored and called 'New Cinnabar' and Viridian Forest would've been restored. In the Gen 2 Games, these areas were reduced for space. But since this is just emulating the Gen 2 style and not on an actual Gameboy Color, or perhaps some kind of rom hack to be emulated like with the Crystal Clear hack, these areas would be restored. (In fact, there's a lot of mechanics in that Crystal Clear hack I'd want for this game that's not gonna happen, lol).

>A new Pokemon Tower. The dead must rest somewhere.

2. You'd have a couple of rivals. There's a rival that you'd meet in both New Bark Town and Palett Town who would be the Player's childhood friend.

3. The Sevii Islands would be a thing; Agatha would be hanging out on one of the islands and would be an optional Boss Battle.

4. You'd be battling against a newly formed Team Rocket, that would essentially be Rainbow Rocket.

#Pokemon #JAC Art #Gen2verse #Trainer Romeo #Trainer Juliet #Pokemon Stars & Hearts #Fanfic Bible

[leafvy]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

here’s a list of short names to coincide with my long names list :)

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

Female

Ada - German - First born female

Ali - Arabic - High, elevated, champion

Amy - French/Latin - Beloved

Anne - Latin/Hebrew - Favour, grace

Aria - Hebrew/Italian - Air, song, melody

Aura - Latin/Greek - Wind

Ava - Latin - Bird-like

Aya - German/Japanese/Hebrew - Sword, colourful, beautiful, bird

Ayn - Hebrew/Finnish/Russian - God has favoured me, grace, eye

Bay - English/French - Auburn-haired

Bea - Latin - Bringer of happiness

Beau - French - Beautiful, handsome

Belle - French - Beautiful

Bia - Latin/Italian - White, fair

Bindi - Noongar - Butterfly

Blair - Scottish - Plain, meadow, field

Blanche - French - White

Blythe - English - Joyous, kind, cheerful

Bree - Irish - Exalted one, strength

Briar - English - Bush of wild roses

Brook - English - Small stream

Bryn - Welsh - Hill

Buffy - Hebrew - Diminutive of Elizabeth, my god is an oath

Cara - Latin - Dear friend

Chloe - Greek - Blooming, fertility

Cia - Greek/Hebrew - Light,

Clair - French - Bright, clear

Coco - Portuguese/Spanish - Diminutive of Socorro, help, relief

Cora - Greek - Maiden, girl, daughter

Cove - English - Small coastal inlet

Dara - Hebrew/Irish - Pearl of wisdom, gift, compassion

Dawn - English - Sunrise

Doe - English - Female deer

Dot - Greek - Diminutive of Dorothy, gift of god

Dove - English - A bird

Eden - Hebrew - Delight

Edie - English - Prosperous in war

Ella - Greek/Norman/Hebrew/German/Spanish - Beautiful, fairy maiden, goddess

Elle - French - She

Elm - English - Elm tree

Elsa - Scandinavian - Joyful, Noble, god is my oath

Emi - Japanese - Blessed, favour, beautiful

Emma - Germanic - Whole, universal

Erin - Irish - Peace, from the island to the west

Esmé - French/Persian - Esteemed, beloved, emerald

Etta - Latin - Of noble birth

Eva - Hebrew - Giver of life

Eve - Hebrew - Giver of life

Faith - Latin - Confidence, trust, belief

Faye - French - Fairy

Fern - English - Green shade-loving plant

Fiona - Gaelic/Scottish - White, fair

Fleur - French - Flower

Flo - Latin - Flowering, flourishing

Gia - Italian - God’s gracious gift

Grace - Latin - Gracious

Greta - Greek/German/Persian - Pearl

Gwen - Welsh - White, holy

Hope - English - Desire of fulfillment

Ida - Scandinavian - Labour, work

Isla - Scottish/Gaelic/Spanish - Island

Ivy - English - Fidelity

Jade - Spanish - Stone of the colic, precious gemstone

Jae - Korean - Ability, talent

Jane - English - God is gracious

Jessie - Hebrew - He sees

Jill - Latin/English - Child of the God’s, youthful

Joan - Hebrew - God is gracious

Joy - English - Happiness, joyful

June - Latin - Born in June

Juno - Latin - Queen of heaven

Kai - Hawaiian/Japanese - Sea, ocean, shell, restoration, recovery

Kat - English/Greek - Clean, pure

Kate - English/Latin/Greek - Clean, pure

Kim - English/Korean/Chinese/Vietnamese - Gift of God, gold

Kira - Russian/Japanese/Persian/Greek - Mistress, ruler, leader of the people, beloved, light

Kyla - Hebrew/English/Scottish - Narrow channel

Lacy - English/Latin/French - Lace, cheerful, unbridled

Lake - English - Body of water

Lana - Slavic/Gaelic - Little rock, light

Lark - English - Songbird

Lea - Hebrew/English - Delicate, weary, meadow

Leda - Greek - Woman

Leigh - English - Delicate, meadow

Lia - Greek - Bearer of good news

Lily - English/Latin/Greek - Pure, passion, flower

Lisa - Hebrew - God’s promise

Liv - Norse - Shelter, protection, life

Lois - Greek - Superior

Lucy - English/Latin - Light

Lula - German/English - Famous warrior

Luna - Italian/Spanish/Latin - Moon

Lux - Latin - Light

Luz - Portuguese/Spanish - Light

Lyla - Arabic - Night

Mae - French/Latin - Month of May

Maeve - Irish/Gaelic - Intoxicating

Mara - Hebrew - Bitter, strength

Mary - Aramaic/Latin/Hebrew/Greek - Bitter, beloved, rebellious, marine, drop of the sea

Maude - German/French/Hebrew - Powerful battler

May - English - Month of May

Meg - Greek - Pearl

Mia - Scandinavian - Of the sea, bitter

Mila - Slavic - Gracious, dear

Mina - German - Love

Mira - Latin/Slavic - Wonder, wonderful, peace

Moon - English - The moon

Mya - Greek/Arabic/German/Persian - Sea of bitterness

Nelly - Greek - Light

Nia - Gaelic/Swahili - Lustrous, goal, purpose, resolve, brilliance

Nina - Spanish/Hebrew/Russian/Babylonian - Enclosure of fish, little girl

Noa - Hebrew - Motion

Nora - Irish/Latin/Arabic - Honour, light

Nova - Latin - New

Nya - Swahili/Gaelic - Purpose

Opal - Sanskrit - Gem

Ora - Latin - Pray

Paige - Latin/Greek - Assistant

Paris - Latin/Greek - Pouch, wallet

Pearl - Latin/English - Smooth round bead formed by a mollusk

Pia - Latin - Pious, reverent

Pixie - Celtic/Swedish/Cornish - Fairy

Quinn - Irish/Gaelic - Counsel

Rae - Hebrew - Ewe, female sheep

Rain - English - Rain

Reese - Welsh - Ardent, fiery

Remi - French - Oarsman

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, lotus

Rita - Spanish - Pearl

Rose - Latin - Flower

Ruby - Latin - Red gemstone

Rue - English/Greek - Regret, herb

Ruth - Hebrew - Friend

Sadie - Hebrew - Princess

Sage - Latin - Wise

Shae - Gaelic/Irish - Admirable, full of majesty

Sky - Norse - Cloud, scholar

Sloan - Irish/Gaelic - Warrior

Sue - Hebrew - Lily

Suzy - Hebrew - Lily

Tara - Sanskrit - Star

Tate - English/Norse - Cheerful

Taya - Japanese - Young

Tess - English/Greek - To harvest, to reap

Teva - Hebrew - Nature

Thea - Greek - Goddess

Tia - Spanish - Aunt

Uma - Hebrew/Sanskrit - Nation

Una - Irish - The personification of truth, beauty and unity

Velma - German - Determined protector

Vera - Slavic - Faith

Wren - English - Small bird

Zara - Arabic - Radiance

Zelda - German - Grey fighting maid

Zia - Arabic - Light

Zoe - Greek - Life

Zuri - Swahili - Beautiful

Male

Ace - Latin - One; unity

Amir - Arabic/Persian/Hebrew - Prince, chief, immortal

Araz - Arabic - Provisions, commodities

Arik - Norse - Eternal ruler

Arlo - English - Fortified hill

Arris - Greek -Best

Asa - Hebrew/Japanese - Healer, physician, born in the morning

Ash - English - Ash tree

Atlas - Greek - To carry

Axel - Hebrew - Father is peace

Bane - Slavic - Glorious defender

Bear - French/German - As strong and brave as a Bear

Beau - French - Beautiful

Beck - Norse - Small stream

Blaire - Scottish/Gaelic - Plain, field

Blake - English - Fair-haired, dark

Bodhi - Sanskrit - Awakening, enlightenment

Bolt - English - Bar, arrow

Bran - Scottish/Irish/Gaelic - Bramble, thicket of wild gorse

Brock - English/Celtic - Badger-like

Brody - Scottish - Broad eye, broad island

Bron - English - Son of a dark man

Buck - English - Male deer

Cade - English - Round, barrel

Cain - Hebrew - Something produced, spear

Cash - English/Latin - Hollow

Chase - English/French - To catch, to seize, hunter, huntsman

Clark - English - Scribe, secretary

Cody - English - Helpful, pillow

Cole - English - Swarthy, coal-black, charcoal

Colt - English - Young horse

Crew - Latin - Chariot

Dane - English - From Denmark

Dax - French - Leader

Dean - English - Valley

Drake - English - Dragon, snake

Duke - English - Leader, son of Marmaduke

Eden - Hebrew - Place of pleasure, delight

Eli - Hebrew - Ascent

Evan - Welsh - Youth, young warrior

Ezra - Hebrew - Help, helper

Felix - Latin - Happy, lucky

Fig - English - Fruit

Finn - Norse/Irish - Finn, Sámi, white, fair

Fox - English - Cunning, sly

Gage - French - One who is defiant

Gale - English/Greek - Jovial, tranquil

Grant - English/Gaelic - Tall, big

Grey - English - Grey-haired

Guy - French - Guide, leader

Heath - English - Someone who lives by a moor or heath

Hugh - English/French/Germanic - Mind, spirit

Ian - Scottish - The Lord is gracious

Ike -Hebrew - Laughter

Iker - Basque - Visitation

Jack - English - God is gracious, supplanter

Jax - English - God is gracious

Jay - Latin - Bird in the crow family

Jeb - Hebrew - Beloved friend

Jed - Hebrew - Beloved of God

Jet -English - Black, airplane

Jody - English/Hebrew - Jehovah increases

Jon - Hebrew - God is gracious

Joss - German - One of the Goths

Jovi - Latin - Father of the sky

Judd - English - To flow down

Jude - Greek - Praised

Kade - Scottish - From the wetlands

Kai - Hawaiian/Japanese - Sea, ocean, shell, restoration, recovery

Kiam - Unknown - Unknown

King - English - Monarch

Kit - Greek - Bearing Christ

Knox - Scottish/English - Hillock, round-topped hill

Koa - Hawaiian - Warrior, brave one

Kye - Welsh/Scandinavian/Gaelic/Greek - Keeper of the keys, earth, narrow, straight

Kylo - Latin - Sky

Lane - English - Small roadway or path

Lars - Latin/Scandinavian - From Laurentum, crowned with laurel

Leif - Scandinavian - Heir, descendent, beloved

Leo - Latin/Greek - Lion

Leon - Latin/Greek/French - Lion, son of a Lion

Levi - Hebrew - Joining, attached

Luka - Italy/Slavic - A person from Lucania

Luke - Latin - The bright one, the one born at dawn

Max - Latin - The greatest

Milo - German - Soldier, merciful

Nash - English - By the ash tree

Neo - Latin - New, gift

Nico - Greek - People of victory

Noah - Hebrew - To comfort

Oak - English - Oak tree

Otis - German/English - Wealth, son of Otto

Pax - Latin - Peaceful

Piet - Dutch - Rock

Pike - English - A person who lives on a sharp hill

Poe - English - Peacock

Quana - Native American - Aromatic

Ray - English/German - Counsel, mighty protection, guards wisely

Reed - English - Red-haired

Remi - French - Oarsman

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, lotus

Rhett - English/Dutch - Advice

Roan - Gaelic - Little red-head

Rory - Irish - Red-haired King

Ross - Gaelic - Promontory, headland

Roth - English/German - Red, wood, renown

Roy - Gaelic - Red

Rudy - German - Famous Wolf

Ryan - Irish - Little King, illustrious

Saint - English - Holy person

Saul - Hebrew - Ask, question

Sid - French/English - Wide meadow

Slade - English - Valley

Tate - Norse - Cheerful

Teo - Spanish - God

Tim - English - One who honours God

Toby - English - God is good

Torin - Gaelic - Chief

Troy - Irish - Descendent of a foot-soldier

Tye - English - Someone who lived near a pasture

West - English - Western stream

Wolf - German - Travelling Wolf

Zane - Hebrew - God is gracious

Zeke - Hebrew - God strengthens

Zen - Japanese - Peace

Zev - Hebrew - Wolf

#namelist #namelists #name list #ts4 #simblr #ts4 names #ts4 name list #ts4 name lists #writing resources #writing resource #writeblr #writeblr names #character creation #oc creation #writing #name ideas #names #short names #short name #oc resources #the sims #the sims 4 #sims #sims 4 #s4

[awesomerextyphoon]

Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki​’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki​. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!” Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

  It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

 “What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

  The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

  “Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

  Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

  “Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

  The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

  “Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

  Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

  You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

  The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”

#stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x black!reader #brock rumlow x reader #mcu imagine #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine #brock rumlow imagine #brock rumlow x black!reader #mcu angst #steve rogers x reader #king!steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #steve angst #bucky angst #mcu fanfiction #marvel au #royal au #forced marriage

[talesofsonicasura]

Hey guys, remember this post?

Well... I wasn't kidding. I really did think this idea out. A sort of crossover AU between Lego Monkie Kid and Marvel's Venom called...

Monkie Kid: Venomous Tales

The premise I set up is this.

Venom and Eddie got shifted from their world to the LMKverse about 20 years before the show begins. A few days after their arrival, they find baby MK crying in a basket behind an old dumpster. Neither of them know what to do with the baby but Venom is the first to jump at adoption then Eddie.

Other than MK, the duo also take in Yin and Jin. You can say that Eddie saw himself in the twins, so he figured they needed some guidance before they potentially end up shit creek like he did. Their sibling synergy was just bonus points especially for Venom. So the Gold and Silver Demons are MK's older foster brothers in this.

Venom is nightly cryptid known throughout Megapolis as 'Zhìmìng bǎohù zhě' or Lethal Protector. A monster that said to devour the heads of humans and demons that dare disturb the peace. Basically, he's the local boogyman that even powerful demons don't want to mess with. Perfectly ironic that the monster everyone fears is the fathers of the Monkie Kid.

Pigsy, Tang and Sandy know about Eddie's secret while the rest of the cast don't. All of them have the odd duo on speed dial in case of emergencies or MK isn't taking care of himself.

Oh yeah. These two will be the definition of two mother hens in a trench coat when it comes to our favorite Monkie Kid. MK even has two sets of nicknames from the two.

Eddie: Son, sport, and kiddo.

Venom: Youngling, precious spawn, and little monkey.

When MK's in hot water: MACKENZIE VENOMOUS BROCK!

(Yeah. MK's full name is Mackenzie Venomous Brock. The two were bickering about what his name would be and managed to settle on this. His real name is Qi Xiaotian but none of them know that until FAR later.)

MK, Jin and Yin are their sons and both won't hesitate to ruin anyone dumb enough to harm their family. Eddie will be the one to destroy someone's social life while his symbiotic partner in crime is up for a painfully slow gruesome death.

MK will still become Sun Wukong's successor mainly because Venom/Eddie were out of the city at the moment for the entire special. Yin and Jin both open their Sweet and Sour shop but a much earlier than canon. Eddie works as a freelance journalist.

About a rough 50% of this will be using canon and the rest is pure maniacal chaos of my own craft.

That's it for now. Until next folks, I'll see back at Megapolis.

Yes. I added three gifs of this AU's oddball family. Don't judge me.

#venom #tales of sonicasura #crossover #au #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk mk #lmk jin #lmk yin #gold and silver demons #eddy brock #eddie brock #venom let there be carnage #venom lethal protector #monkie kid venomous tales #sonicasura #lmk au #venom movies

[suite43]

PS Neither the egg fic nor the vegan freak have anything to do with M/gastar before you try it. That's all pure Starscream stanning, baby. And one of them is St/rop, the supposedly ""good""" ship LOL.

List of female Transformers Main Complete list Following is a thorough list of the various female Transformers in canon thus far. Many of these characters were Japan-exclusive, featured only in fiction, or exist as limited-run exclusive toys. Female characters who had multiple toys are listed only once. Generation 1 (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Chromia (1) Moonracer (2) Firestar (3) Elita One (4) Greenlight (5) Lancer (6) Arcee (7) Beta (8) An Autobot rebel (9) Paradron Medic (11) Nancy (12) Minerva (13) Clipper (14) Karmen (18) Glyph (20) Road Rage (21) Discharge[1] (22) Windy[1] (23) Vibes (24) Roulette (25) Flareup (32) Flip Sides (34) Rosanna (35) Windrazor (38) Thunderblast (46) Cassiopeia (47) Nautica (51) Windblade (52) Victorion (61) Velocity (63) Javelin (62) Proxima (64) Roadmaster (65) Acceleron (66) Override (69) Rust Dust (70) Pyra Magna (71) Skyburst (72) Stormclash (73) Jumpstream (74) Dust Up (75) Scorpia[1] (76) Eos (80) Lifeline (83) Quickslinger (84) Hotwire[2] (98) Strongarm (99) Slide[2] (104) Crush Bull[2] (107) Oiler[2] (108) Broadside[2] (109) Sky High[2] (110) Circuit[2] (116) Pyra Ignatia Spark[2] (118) Scorchfire (122) Orthia (126) Smashdown[2] (128) Esmeral (15) Lyzack (16) Clio (17) Nightracer (19) Shadow Striker (26) Howlback (31) Flamewar (33) Flip Sides (34) Crasher (39) Freezon[1] (44) Nightracer (49) Slipstream (50) Twirl (54) Nickel (60) Swift (77) Killjoy (79) Blackout[2] (81) Spaceshot[2] (82) Crash Test (85) Trickdiamond (92) Moonheart (93) Megaempress (94) Flowspade (95) Lunaclub (96) Megatronia (100) Buckethead[1] (103) Diveplane[1] (112) Seawave[1] (113) Mindgame (114) Tracer[2] (115) Devastator[2] (117) Cindersaur[2] (125) Shadow Striker (127) Nova Storm[2] (129) Termagax (133) Kaskade (135) Heavywait (138) Tyrannocon Rex (139) Cheesecake robot (10) Roulette and Shadow Striker's sister (27) Path Finder (28) Small Foot (29) Devcon's galpal (30) One of Optimus Prime's rescuees (36) Angela (37) Four members of the Kaon upperclass (40-43) Ma-Grrr (45) Red waitress Transformer (48) Windshear (53) Solus Prime (55) Female protester (56) Lightbright (57) Strafe (58) Mistress of Flame (59) Exocet (67) Vertex (68) Aileron (78) Gnash (86) Slice (87) Thrashclaw (88) Shred (89) A pair of Devisen twins (90-91) Maxima (97) Sieg[3] (101) Kari (102) Anode (105) Lug (106) X-Throttle (111) Rum-Maj (119) Praesidia Magna (120) Fastbreak (121) Crash Test (122) Stardrive (123) Magrada (124) Leviathan (130) Codexa (131) Gauge (132) Lodestar (134) Shutter (136) Sharpclaw (137) Cargohold (140) Half-qualifiers: Alana, turned into a Transformer for a short time. Aunty, female Cybertronian intelligent computer. Combination granny and attack-dog-bots, human-sized drones supposedly based on Transformer technology. One of Maccadam's bartenders Nightbird Overlord, has a female side to him. Some of the "Teletraan" computers like 15 and 10 are female. There appears to be a female design among a group of old generics. Bayonet, the fake female Decepticon disguise of Britt. In the French dub of The Transformers: The Movie, Shrapnel and Starscream are considered female. Shrapnel is also female in the Russian dub. Beast Era (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Airazor (2) Kitte Shūshū (5) Rage (6) Botanica (7) Sonar[1] (13) Crystal Widow (14) Crossblades (15) Stiletto (16) Transmutate[1] (18) Binary (19) Wedge Shape[1] (24) Aura (25) Legend Convoy[1] (26) Stockade[2] (28) Rav (29) Hammerstrike[2] (31) Triceradon[2] (35) Skimmer (36) Nyx (44) Blackarachnia (1) Scylla (3) Antagony (4) Strika (8) Manta Ray[1] (17) Ser-Ket (20) Dead-End[2] (27) Jai-Alai (30) Max-B[2] (32) Gaidora (33) Soundbyte/Soundbite (34) Liftoff (37) Freefall (38) Snarl-blast[2] (39) Vertebreak (43) Skold (45) Libras (9) Virgol (10) Cancix[1] (11) Possibly Sagittarii (12) Dipole (21) Vamp (22) Plasma[2] (23) Deep Blue (40) At least two bridge officers of the Terrastar (41-42) Half-qualifiers: NAVI-ko, female Cybertronian intelligent computer NAVI (Yukikaze), female Cybertronian intelligent computer NAVI (Gung Ho), female Cybertronian

intelligent computer DNAVI, female Cybertronian intelligent computer Medusa, an Intruder-built robot modified with Cybertronian technology Robots in Disguise (2001) (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Optimus Prime[2] (1) Nightcruz[1] (3) Scourge[2] (2) Half-qualifiers: T-AI, female Cybertronian intelligent computer. Unicron Trilogy (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Airazor (5) Arcee (9) Autobot nurses (10) Two Velocitronian band members (11-12) Override[4] (13) Joyride[4] (15) Quickslinger (16) Crystal Widow (24) Treadbolt (33) Chromia (34) Thunderblast (14) Spacewarp (30) Sureshock (1) Combusta (2) Falcia (3) Twirl (4) Sunburn (6) Cliffjumper[1] (7) Ironhide[1] (8) Spiral[1] (9) Offshoot[1] (17) Breakage[1] (18) Kickflip[1] (19) Mudbath[1] (20) Heavy Metal[1] (21) "Disco ball" (22) Road Rebel[1] (23) Guardian Speed[1] (25) Mugen[1] (26) Bingo/Triac[1] (27) Wedge Shape[1] (28) Sprite (29) Boom Tube (31) Windrazor (32) Rán (33) Half-qualifiers: A possible scooterformer Dark Nitro Convoy, evil clone of a character whose gender was switched in translation Red Alert, minimally-altered release of a toy that was female in Japan Midnight Express, unaltered release of a toy that was female in Japan Hourglass, a female character who might be a Cybertronian Bombshell, a female character who might be a Cybertronian Carillon, a female character who might be a Cybertronian Vector Prime, the former multiversal entity who was female in some universes Movie continuity family (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Arcee (1) Elita-One (2) Chromia (4) Perihelion (8) HMS Alliance (9) Windblade (13) Fracture (3) Alice (5) Shadow Striker (6) Override[3] (7) Diabla (10) Howlback (11) Shatter (12) Nightbird Airazor Half-qualifiersJetfire claims to have a mother who may or may not have been a Transformer. Animated (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Sari Sumdac (2) Arcee (3) Elita-1 (4) Red Alert (6) Botanica (8) Flareup (10) Rosanna (11) Glyph (12) Lickety-Split (13) Lightbright (14) Chromia (16) Clipper (17) Quickslinger (18) Kappa Supreme (19) Override Prime (20) Windy (21) Road Rage (25) Flashpoint (26) Minerva (27) Sureshock (28) Nightbeat (29) Sunstreaker (30) Blackarachnia (1) Slipstream (5) Strika (7) Flip Sides (9) Antagony (15) Wingthing (22) Beta (23) Drag Strip (24) Half-qualifiers: Teletran-1, female Cybertronian intelligent computer TransTech (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Blackarachnia (5) Strika (3) Unnamed medic (1) Andromeda (2) Cyclis (4) Sonar (6) Hammerstrike (7) Scorpia (8) Proxima (9) Half-qualifiers: Axiom Nexus News Editor, a 'bot with one male and one female personality Shattered Glass (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Crasher (1) Esmeral (6) Howlback (7) Arcee (2) Andromeda (3) Elita-One (4) Strongarm (8) Windblade (9) Nautica (10) Beta (5) Half-qualifiers: Teletraan-X, female Cybertronian intelligent computer. Aligned continuity family (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Akiba Prime Arc Arcee Arcee Blade Assault Star Brushfire Cameo Catapult Chevalier Chromia Deep Blue Ether Walker Firestar Galaxy Flare Galaxy 'Questrian Glow Matronly Docent Quickshadow Rocket Plume Solus Prime Strongarm Tempest Spin Thunderclap Upkeep Windblade Airachnid Astraea Aurora Speeder Balewing Coldstar Crimson Phantom Cyberwarp Cyclone Dancer Diabla Duststorm Fallen Angel Filch Flamewar Flash Runner Glowstrike Hoverbolt Helter-Skelter Hurricane Hunter Ida Lensflare Metal Thunder Nebula Ripper Night Dancer Overhead Retrofit Rollcage Scatterspike Skyjack Slink Slipstream Spiral Zealot Supernova Flame Variable Star Void Pulse Zizza Ser-Ket Ripclaw Azimuth Cogwheel Elita One Mercury Moonracer Nightra Override Bot Shots (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Buzzclaw (1) Kre-O (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Chromia (1) Arcee (3) Strika (4) Minerva (5) Windblade (6) Paradron Medic (10) Strongarm (12) Skimmer[1] (13) Airachnid (2) Thunderblast (7) Blackarachnia (8) Slipstrike (9) Ida (11) Liftoff[1] (14) Freefall[1] (15) Angry Birds Transformers (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Stella as:Arcee

(1) Airachnid (2) Chromia (4) Novastar (10) Moonracer (11) Greenlight (12) Silver as:Windblade (3) Energon Windblade (5) Elita-One (8) Matilda as:Energon Nautica (6) Nautica (7) Strongarm (9) Zeta as:Nightbird (13) Rosanna (15) Zeta as:Slipstream (14) Cyberverse (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Arcee Chromia Clobber Jazz[3] Windblade Alpha Strike Nova Storm Shadow Striker Skywarp Slipstream Blackarachnia Cosmos Operatus Solus Prime Half-qualifiers: In the Japanese dub of Cyberverse, Thrust was female, and went by the name Red Wing. Acid Storm fluctuates between the male and female Seeker body types in show. Mae Catt would explain this on Twitter as this being "just something Acid Storm likes to do" and that pronouns are "up to Acid Storm". This would imply Acid Storm is non-binary gender fluid, thus they semi-qualify for the list. BotBots (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Aday Angry Cheese Arctic Guzzlerush Bankshot Big Cantuna Bok Bok Bok-O Bonz-Eye Bot-T-Builder Bottocorrect Bratworst Brock Head Chef Nada Clawsome Crabby Grabby Cuddletooth Dingledeedoo Disaster Master Disgusto Desserto DJ Fudgey Fresh Doctor Flicker Drama Sauce Drillit Yaself Face Ace Fail Polish Fit Ness Monster Flare Devil Flood Jug Fomo Frohawk Frostfetti Frostyface Glam Glare Fancy Flare Glitch Face Goggly Spy P.I. Gold Dexter Goldface Goldiebites Goldie Terrortwirl Goldito Favrito Goldpin Baller Gold Punch Grampiano Grandma Crinkles Grave Rave The Great Mumbo Bumblo Greeny Rex Grrr'illa Grimes Halloween Knight Handy Dandy Hashtagz Hawt Diggity Hawt Mess Highroller Hiptoast Ice Sight Javasaurus Rex Jet Setter Knotzel Latte Spice Whirl Leafmeat Alone Loadoutsky Lolly Licks Lolly Mints Miss Mixed Movie Munchster Ms. Take Must Turd Nanny McBag Nomaste Nope Soap Ol' Tic Toc Ollie Bite Outta Order Overpack Pop N. Lock Pop O' Gold Pressure Punk Professor Scope Rebugnant Roarista Sandy Shades Scribby Sheriff Sugarfeet Shifty Gifty Sippyberry Sippy Slurps Skippy Dippy Disc Slappyhappy Smooth Shaker Smore N' More Sour Wing Starscope Sticky McGee Sugar Saddle Super Bubs Sweet Cheat Technotic Sonic Terror Tale Torch Tidy Trunksky Tricitrustops Tropic Guzzlerush Tutu Puffz Twerple Burple Unilla Icequeencone Venus Frogtrap Vigitente Waddlepop Wasabi Breath Whirlderful Whoopsie Cushion Wristocrat

#really long post #red.reply #spamguy

[ptersparkers]

put your head on my shoulder

summary: jake virtanen’s got his eye on a certain friend of his. 

notes: uh, hey! this isn’t meant to be long but i had an idea and needed to get it out of my system. this is an x reader insert but i wanted to try writing from a different perspective and challenge myself. enjoy!! 

warnings: mentions of alcohol and general dumbassery from brock <3

masterlist n stuff + add yourself to my taglist 

(as a reminder, im NOT writing for outer banks anymore so please don’t add yourself to a specific list. you’re gonna be disappointed lol.) 

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The girl who had Jake’s attention at the beginning of the night was slowly losing her patience when she noticed his eyes wander instead of focusing on her.

Jessica, in her prim little black dress that was short enough for her liking, came to the house party with the intention to have her dress taken off by none other than Jake Virtanen after one of her friends had mentioned how easy it was for her to do it. The girl wrapped her lips around the beer bottle seductively every time she went to take a sip, watching as his Adam’s apple moved with every syllable as he spoke.

She knew the host of the party and knew he was friends with some of the Canucks players, and knew it would be easy to get lost in the crowd of other Vancouver locals and visitors who were there to celebrate a successful week of wins. Jessica was sure to arrive fashionably late with her best friend by her side and paid no attention to the gazes of other men down her body, her own mission to find Jake more prevalent than lustful stares from drunk men.

Jake entertained the girl when she spotted one of their mutual friends, who was standing next to him, and made her presence known when she said hello over the loud music. Their mutual friend adopted her into the conversation and she put herself right next to the player, tucking herself by his side in an attempt to distance herself from the other partygoers beside her. She didn’t think Jake minded after seeing him give her a close-mouthed smile and licked her lips.

If Jessica could remember correctly, her friend had hooked up with Jake a few months back and, to her knowledge, was still single. She tried to remember how her friend had managed to seduce him with a few drinks in both of their systems and little conversation. Jessica was itching to leave the party with Jake’s hand in hers (or find the nearest unoccupied bedroom because she wasn’t picky) but the pleasant conversation between Jake and their mutual friend seemed to keep him preoccupied, leaving Jessica no room to interject.

After a while, their mutual friend excused themselves to say hello to another individual at the party and the group that had gathered to talk began to disperse or left to grab another drink. Jessica considered the best way to seduce Jake without being completely upfront and forward.

But when her eyes looked at his face, she could see his mind was elsewhere.

They continued the conversation from before but she steered the discussion to get to know him; where he was from, what he did in his free time, and how he knew the host of the party, all of which she knew but wanted to hear anyway. Jake spoke to Jessica nonchalantly and seemed to reciprocate the kindness Jessica was showing him. To her, it seemed as if he was genuinely interested in her advances because he didn’t shrug off her hand that she put on his bicep nor flinched when she swatted his chest whenever he made her laugh.

Jake’s eyes began to wander a few minutes into their conversation and she was wondering if he was looking for someone in particular. His tattoos were on full display and all Jessica could think about was his arms wrapped tightly around her, encouraging her to continue the mission she set herself on. She licked her lips more, tried to fix her posture to make herself look more appealing in the moment, and made intense eye contact with the hopes that he’d pick up what she was putting down.

However, her efforts would be unrewarded when he excused himself from their conversation, leaving Jessica standing alone. One of her friends had pulled her into their circle but she watched from her place as Jake traveled to the front of the house and could make out his white shirt until he stopped near the front door. She couldn’t see much past the bodies in front of her but saw a pair of arms—that looked to be from a woman—wrap themselves around his torso for a brief moment before letting him go.

Jessica wondered who the girl was and did her best to listen to her friends speaking but watched from the corner of her eye as Jake arrived with you, a girl she had never met before.

Jake walked behind you as you approached where Jessica was standing and waved hello to the people in the group Jessica was standing with. She looked at Jake and saw that his gaze wasn’t on her anymore but on you as you introduced yourself to those you didn’t know, including Jessica herself.

“God, it’s loud in here, huh?” you said, laughing at your own comment.

“Maybe a little too loud,” one of Jessica’s friends chimed in. “I can feel my ears ringing.” 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, giving Jessica a friendly wave.

“Jessica,” she replied with a nod and reciprocated your smile, though not as genuine. “How do you know the host?” 

“Work friend! He invites me to these things and I’m not one to go out every weekend but Jake convinced me to go.” Jessica watched as Jake looked down to your smaller figure and grinned.

“Hey, everyone needs a good Friday night,” he said.

“Amen to that!” Jessica’s best friend exclaimed before finishing her drink. 

“How do you know Jake?” someone asked. Jessica was relieved that she didn’t ask the question because she felt like she would’ve been invasive if she did.

“We met through Brock and Elias,” Jake explained. “She used to work at this coffee place they go to and I guess they stayed in touch after she left. The rest is history.”

Jessica witnessed Jake put his arm around her shoulder, letting his hand fall and watched as you leaned into his side. She watched as his grin stayed painted on his lips and sighed.

Eventually, the conversation took a turn and the small group that gathered for a while had dispersed throughout the gargantuan house. Jessica followed her friend to the spacious balcony and was pleased when Jake made the executive decision to do the same. But her hopes lessened when she saw Jake lead you to a less crowded part of the balcony.

Jessica watched as he used his right hand to squish your cheeks, laughing at your contorted expression and your pouted lips. She watched as he put his arms on your waist and moved your body to the beat of the song as you spoke. She watched as you took his hands and began examining them as if you’d never seen his body before and witnessed as Jake grinned at the sight of you comparing the size of your hands to his.

She could hear you two speak in the hum of the night despite the volume of the music inside and the chatter of people on the balcony.

“Your hands are so soft,” you commented, toying with his fingers and clasping them with yours. Jake laughed and used this to his advantage, pulling your body flush against his. “You’re so soft.”

“I’m not soft,” Jake mumbled in the crook of your neck, hiding his face from view as you feel his breaths on your neck.

Your hand was still wrapped in his and Jake made no effort to let go. He maneuvered so that your body was in front of his with your back flush against his chest and when he heard you laugh, Jake’s cheeks deepened into a rose blush. His hands clasped around the front of your body and moved the two of you as if a slow along was echoing through the balcony and he watched as you bit your lip. He let his cheek rest against the top of your head, a content smile resting on his lips.

“Are they together?” Jessica asked Brock, who came outside with the girl she came with. The blond looked at her before glancing at where you two stood, grinning knowingly.

“Not yet,” he said.

“Yet?”

Brock looked at Jessica, who he knew in passing and saw only at public events and parties, and shrugged.

“I don’t really know how to explain it,” he explained. “They’ve been friends for a while but he’s very gentle with her.”

“So they’re dating, then?” she asked.

“Like I said, not yet.” Brock smiled politely and left her standing on the ledge in favor of speaking with another friend.

Jessica watched as Jake spun you around to face him once more and used his hands to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as your eyes fluttered close in pure delight. He murmured what Jessica could make out as “I want to kiss you” and watched as Jake waited for your consent before keeping his hands steady and pressing his lips to yours.

Jessica couldn’t watch anymore without feeling invasive so she left the balcony to find another drink.

“You. Are. So. Cute,” Jake said in between kisses while squishing your cheeks between his palms. He laughed as he watched your eyes widened in surprise at his actions before removing his hands to slip by your waist once more, pulling you closer to him.

“We aren’t just friends, are we?” you asked him as you put your hands on his chest, toying with the chain around his neck.

“You’ve always been my girl,” he confessed. “I haven’t thought about being with another girl for a few months now but I think I’ve felt this way ever since you chewed Brock out for standing on a swivel chair.”

You laughed at the memory and tugged on his chain mindlessly and Jake watched as your fingers wrapped themselves around the gold material and dug his fingers into your hips. You squealed and Jake laughed at your reaction.

“Come home with me,” you mumbled before widening your eyes. “I mean, not like that. I just want to go home and watch a movie.”

“Mm,” he replied, dipping his head to pepper kisses along your jawline. “That sounds nice. Stop to buy snacks on the way home?”

“You are the perfect person.”

Jake laughed and pulled away, holding your hand in his as he made his rounds. The both of you said goodbye to mutual friends and both Brock and Elias gave you two thumbs up.

His hand was on your thigh on the drive home and he kissed the back of your hand when your eyes were fluttering shut.

“Don’t sleep on me yet, pretty girl,” he said gently, squeezing your thigh. “You can sleep when we get home.”

True to his word, Jake let you sleep, wrapped up in a blanket with your head on his chest.

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[victorgangster]

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[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #2385: Chansey (Base Set)

Players that are used to some of the more recent formats, especially from the Black & White or Sun & Moon eras, would not be surprised at some of the highest HP counts in the game being on Basic Pokemon. Those were on Pokemon that gave up 2 or even 3 Prizes. Back in 1999, when the Base Set came out, most of the highest HP numbers were on Stage 2 Pokemon, and the maximum seen for several years would be 120. And then there was Chansey, a Basic Pokemon that was based on the Pokemon with the highest HP stat in the original games. The decision was made to give the first Chansey the maximum amount of HP, giving a huge amount of bulk. Sure, its one damaging attack destroyed most of that HP and required a lot of Energy at a time where Energy Removal cards were everywhere, but just having a ton of HP at all had value. There were ways to make use of that to stall, or, once protections were in place in later formats, potentially build around.

It should be no surprise that 120 HP was amazing back then. The typical Basic Pokemon that didn’t evolve and saw good play at the time sat at 70 HP, and the ones at 70 took many of the game’s hits from full HP if needed. Chansey, against some Pokemon, took a few hits before falling, though things like Wigglytuff and Rocket’s Zapdos could pull it off in 2 hits. A Fighting Weakness was worth noting, though. Hitmonchan was really good in the earliest stages of a game, and that provided a way to pressure Chansey if it wasn’t getting a bunch of heads flips on Scrunch. While Hitmonchan fell off over time, if using Chansey in the Base-Neo format where it was still rather good you’d need to look out for the occasional Brock’s Sandslash. The other side was that Psychic Resistance. 30 damage was a lot to subtract, and this could be very useful in any format where Mewtwo was common. Chansey could retreat for a single Energy as well, which made it hard to strand as the Active Pokemon.

Scrunch was there purely to stall. It needed 2 Colorless Energy and gave a coin flip. If heads, all damage done to Chansey during the opponent’s next turn was prevented. Other effects still happened, which did open things up for plays like Magmar’s Smokescreen (or even flipping for Smog Poison) or Electabuzz trying for Paralysis with Thundershock. It was based on luck, which was annoying for the user, and did no damage. With the slower pace of the game, though, sometimes such a thing was worth trying for.

Double-Edge was one of the stronger attacks in the game at the time. 4 Colorless Energy was hard to pull off, even with Double Colorless Energy, due to the limit of 4 of said Special Energy in a deck and all of the Energy Removal cards. If you did achieve it, 80 damage was enough to take down the most common Basic Pokemon as well as Wigglytuff and Muk... With a giant downside. 80 damage was also done to Chansey, turning a bulky Pokemon into something rather easy to KO in many situations. If against an opponent that could easily get 40 damage off, especially notable against anyone with Hitmonchan or Machop, this attack had to be avoided. Other times could potentially call for such a big attack, though, to get rid of one big threat, making Double-Edge useful in rare spots.

The exception to all that was in the Base-Neo format, which while not that popular due to not being used for as many tournaments as Rocket-On in that era still got some attention. Chansey could be used with Metal Energy due to how it was ruled at the time, adding even more bulk by reducing damage by 10 for each Metal Energy attached to it. The format even had Energy Charge to get back that Special Energy! Double-Edge was much more usable here, as 2 Metal Energy and a Double Colorless would turn Double-Edge into a 60 damage attack with 40 recoil. 40 was still a good bit, but Gold Berry and Healing Field could help a lot here.

Chansey was used simply due to its massive HP, letting it soak up hits better than any other Basic Pokemon at the time. It was a staple in Alakazam decks since Damage Swap could send a ton of damage counters to be healed with Pokemon Center. It also starred in one of the more famous Base-Neo decks with Metal Energy making it even bulkier, though over time said deck has turned out to be a simply good deck instead of the top one as it seemed at the time. You’d also see a copy or two in some other early decks simply to soak up hits when needed, as it could buy you a couple of turns just by sitting there. While Lickitung was better at pure stalling (flipping for Paralysis for a single Energy of any type was better than 2 Energy for Scrunch), there was plenty of room for another bulky Basic Pokemon in the game. Chansey was a very nice card even if its role in the earliest formats was to just to sit there and take hits.

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 36

Hey all, it’s time to bring you week 36 of my reading list. These are all one-shots, drabbles and stories from authors who have either tagged me in their work or they have been recommended to me. Every week, I will put a list together of what I’m reading. I want to do this to help spread the love in the Marvel Community.

If you would like to be added, signal boosted, please tag me in your fics or tag me in someone else’s stories. If you don’t see your story listed it’s probably due to my cut off date I had earlier in the week or Tumblr might have eaten your tagged story. All stories not listed that I did receive will be featured on the following week. Completed series that I’m tagged in will take longer for me to get through but please still tag me.  

I had 50 fics this week and had to push off another 20 until next week. Please be kind and patient as I continue to make my way through all tags. The list is almost filled so make sure you tag me for this week.

Make sure you read the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff.

These will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title.

A/N: Click Here to see what I will or won’t read

Page break made by @whimsicalrogers​​​​

If you can please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

💜  Missy

Riding High - Chp 17 - Chp 18 - (Frank Adler x OFC) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​

Sleepless In Stark Towers - Chp 17 - Chp 18 - @slothspaghettiwrites​

Between the Stars - Chp 11 - (Bucky x Reader) - @all1e23​

Three Moons Ranch - Chp 18 - Chp 19 - (Bucky x Reader) - @slothspaghettiwrites​

Flash Forward - Part 4 - Part 5 - @buckysnumberonegirl​

Dark Commander - Part 6 - Part 7 - (Captain Hydra x Reader) - @jtargaryen18​

PROJECT Retwine - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ 

Paradise - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Sam x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @the-soulofdevil​

New Boundaries - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole​

Sugar, Sugar - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​ 

Barber & Weiss - Chp 2 - @jtargaryen18​

Ear Candy - (Mike x Reader) - @mypoisonedvine​

Dream Job - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Terrigenisis - Part 9 - (Steve x Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​

Howling Commando Come Home - (Steve) - @animnerd​

Meet the Parents - (Bucky, Reader, Steve, Peter) - @gotnofucks​

Too big to Handle - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo​

Just Say It and I’m Yours - Chp 3 - Chp 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @whisperlullaby​

Don’t Tell Me - (Stucky x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @awesomerextyphoon​

Leather Belt - (Andy x Reader) - @honeysucklesteve​ 

Oh, Baby - (Ransom x Reader) - @badassbuchanan​

Artificial Scarcity - (Jake x Reader) - @mypoisonedvine​

To Build a Home - (Andy x Reader) - @river-soul​

Let Me Show You {B.B} - @angrythingstarlight​

On the Eve of Destruction - (Bucky x Reader) - @threeminutesoflife​

Chp 17: I Do - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole​

Star Spangled Man Trying to have a Fam - Chp 7 - (Steve x Reader) - @the-soulofdevil​

Mob Steve Drabble - @donutloverxo​

The Pure and The Poison - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis​ 

Lost in the Fire - (Johnny x Reader) - @river-soul​

Soft Mob Bucky - @angrythingstarlight​

Taste the View - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Lead Me Home - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - (Ari x Reader) - @river-soul​

Can I Keep You? - (Bucky x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter​

The Secret you Discover - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​

Death… Loading - (Jake x Reader) - @slothspaghettiwrites​

To Have & To Hold - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18​ 

Pay Attention - (Jake x Reader) - @infernal-fire​ 

The Coupon Book #6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​ 

Two’s a Company - (Bucky x Reader x Chris) - @navybrat817​

Crossfire - Part 12 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​

Paralian - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch​

Going for Gold - (Lance x Reader) - @daydream3r-xo​

Nuanced Nanny - (Pronge x Reader) - @infernal-fire​

Neighborly Behavior - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight​

Unusual Remedy - (Bucky x Reader) - @imdarkinme​ 

Creating the happiness (prologue) - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan​

Rock ‘n’ Roll People in a Disco World - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​

Cock Worship || Andy Barber - @ozarkthedog​

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[laurenairay]

Apple Cider - J. Markstrom

Summary: Date night at a fall farmer’s market with your boyfriend Jacob Markstrom.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: One of the four fall fics I promised myself I would write, with @brock-mcginny​‘s encouragement!  💚 I’m only borrowing Marky, @danglesnipecelly​, I promise  😘

~~~

The air was crisp, the scent of toffee apples lingering from the stall next to you. Everywhere you looked were twinkling lights and the golds, reds and browns of fall, and you couldn’t help but smile. This truly was your favourite time of year.

“Y/N! Over here!”

And that truly was your favourite man. You laughed as your boyfriend Jacob waved his arms in the air to attract your attention, despite the fact he was by far the tallest person in the area, and waved back to him. Tonight was date night after a long two weeks apart, and Jacob had suggested meeting at the local farmer’s market after work to wander around and sample all the local foods and drinks before the two of your headed home. More than anything, you were looking forward to spending time with him, and you could tell by the smile on his face that he felt the same way.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” you murmured, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

As soon as your lips touched, you sighed softly, melting into his embrace. Jacob wound his arms around your waist, and you slid your hands up his chest in return, just enjoying this moment of pure bliss. This was everything. Jacob looked like he was in a bit of a daze when you broke away, making you grin. That kind of reaction was definitely welcome.

“You are completely forgiven,” Jacob grinned back at you.

You just giggled, leaning up for another kiss, slow and sweet. Yes, this was everything you had needed all day. Work had been particularly busy lately, making you stress more than usual, and you hadn’t even had Jacob to come home to as he’d been on one of his longer roadtrips. So this date night was sorely needed. You’d missed him, so much.

“Ready to explore?” Jacob asked, linking his fingers with yours.

“Lead the way!”

The two of you wandered about, browsing through the handmade gifts, sampling little sweet treats here and there, and even listened to a local band playing for a little while. You caught up with him about everything that had happened while you were away, the office gossip and family drama, and he told you stories from the roadtrip, the silly pranks his teammates played and how they’d pushed themselves to the limits in the games.

He told you how much he’d missed you, the phone calls no replacement for holding you while you slept. You’d told him how much you missed him, the phone calls no replacement for waking up in his arms. It was everything you’d needed to say and to hear, and by the soft kisses he gave you, you knew he felt the same.

You’d been walking around for about an hour, when you finally spotted it – the spiced apple cider stand. There was just something about it that reminded you of home. It was the perfect summary of everything you loved about this time of year, and you had made it a tradition every fall to drink it at least once, having roped Jacob into this tradition too when you’d first gotten together.

“I’m guessing I don’t need to ask which stand we’re going to next,” Jacob teased, watching your eyes light up.

“Don’t be mean,” you grinned, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Never,” he grinned back, winking at you.

With a blush you nudged him with your arm, earning a nudge back, before the two of you headed over to the apple cider stand. Yes, this was what you needed. Your gorgeous boyfriend by your side, a drink of apple cider and the sparkling lights of fall. Perfect.

“Two apple ciders please,” Jacob said, letting go of your hand to pull out his wallet.

You just leaned into his side instead, relaxing into his body. As the lady poured the drinks for you, Jacob swung his arm over your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, making you smile. You loved how easily he showed affection – that was definitely something you hadn’t had before him, and definitely something you appreciated with him now.

“Here you go, two ciders. Enjoy!”

Jacob thanked her and passed you your drink. You held onto the paper cup with both hands, savouring the scent of the spiced apple drink, before taking a slow sip.

“Mm,”

Yes. The first taste was always the best. So good!

Jacob made a strange sound, making you look up at him. The expression on his face was one you hadn’t seen before. What?

“What?” you frowned.

He made the same sound again, almost like a whimper. You glanced over your shoulder, spotting a few food stands and smiled – maybe he wanted food first before drinking his?

“Are you hungry? We can get dinner from those stands over there?” you suggested, smiling up at him again.

But now his eyes were molten and dark, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Dinner can wait,”

Oh. Oh. The sound he made was because of the sound you made. Whoops.

“At least let me finish my drink first,” you smirked.

“I will buy you another one,” he growled, “We’ll come back tomorrow,”

You laughed, making him scowl a little until you nudged him with your arm. He smiled at your sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I can’t help it if I missed you,” he said softly, “I can’t help it if I want to get you home, where I can have you all to myself, and take my time showing you exactly what I thought of doing every single night we were apart,”

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, and you licked your lips in hunger, a motion that Jacob tracked with his eyes. At his slow grin, full of promise, your breath caught in your throat. Well damn, now you wanted to get him home too. Hmm.

“Finish our drinks, grab a giant soft pretzel to share on the walk home, and come back tomorrow for the schnitzel?” you offered.

“Yes please,” he groaned, tilting his head back a little, making you laugh.

And those weren’t the only plans you had for date night. It had been a long two weeks apart after all.

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[starkerforlife6969]

Starker - Reward

It’s a world rife with magic and monsters. Full of fantasy and witches and fate.

Tony cares little for those. He’s an inventor. A mechanic. An artist. He hones his skill, his craft, every day for twenty years, and then another twenty years. Worn and scarred, fingers thick and nimble, tremble-less. He knows little of magic and monsters. Of fantasy and witches. Those things that change and shape the world.

He uses his craft and he earns his power.

He’s a court favourite. The King likes him well-enough. That’s as much as anyone really likes Tony. Well-enough.

“You’re too tough. Too sharp. People don’t like that.” His mother had warned, even as she smoothed her fingers through his hair.

He hadn’t heeded her advice. His eyes had been on her loom. “There must be a better way,” he had said, “for that to work. So you don’t have to weave the cloth yourself.”

There is little to be said of gallantry. Heroes who have slain monsters come into the golden halls. They show King Brock the latest head of some nymph, or some great, long lost treasure, but in the end they must go on other adventures.

Tony, a court favourite, has a place in the palace always. A little wing to call his own. When he asks for iron, he is given iron. When he asks for silence, people hush.

Of course, when Rumlow demands an invention, or a maze to house some monster, Tony has to stop the whirrings on his mind to tend to those whims. He does not fight that. HIs mother was right, he’s rough and sharp, but he is no fool.

So, when he’s summoned for the King, he sets down his welders tools and follows the guards. He chatters at them, trying to see them rile, but they only smile tightly. Something weighs on them.

“Stark,” Rumlow beams, too encouraging, “men, leave us.”

The guards disappear. Smoke in the wind.

“My lord.” Tony doesn’t get down on one knee. But he inclines his head and Rumlow lets him have it.

“I have a task for you.”

“Name it, sire.”

“Years ago, I was shipwrecked across the strait.”

Tony nods. A sea-farer, perhaps a boat, a new oar. He can design something. Plans start to form in his head.

“I was given refuge upon a tiny island. It housed a demi-goddess. I lay with her.”

Tony waits. It doesn’t click. He doesn’t understand.

“It has become apparent that she had a child. My son. His name is Peter. He is mortal, but his blood, I believe, carries some trace of the gods. Because of this, they give him favour. My heroes have not been able to slay him. The seas that should kill, full of sirens and monsters, give him way. I have sent assassins and witches, and they fall prey to his charms.”

“Magic?” Tony asks, intrigued and a little disgusted. The petty foulness, the ease of magic. The fact the King is trying to kill his own blood, that is of little consequence. There are at least a dozen princes and princesses that flit about the kingdom now. Bloodshed will come once Rumlow dies as they battle for the throne. One less contender should shorten the battle.

“I had hoped it was magic.” The King sighs. “I fear it is him. He is…” the King sneers. “Beloved. They fall to him. Pledge their allegiance as if he were already their King.”

“I don’t understand.” Tony confesses, a hardship. “What would you have me do?”

Here, Rumlow smiles. Like the monster that prowls beneath the palace. “I would have you kill him, Tony. Don’t you see? You’re the only one who could. Who would not fall for his doe-eyes or sweet words. You are hardened. Use your mind, that cunning tool, or any of your inventions, and slay him. I can promise you rewards.”

Tony nods, already exhausted. This is not his domain, but the sooner it is begun, the sooner it is done. “What about the ire of the gods? You said they have given him favour. Will this not beget their anger?”

“Gods are fickle.” The King waves him away. “I have a hundred lambs all ready to be slaughtered for them. Pilgrims ready to visit their temples. I have had a boat prepared for you to leave this evening. I have heard from Cleo that Peter dwells on an island off her shore. My men will guide you.”

Tony grits his teeth a little at the lack of control, but it is a familiar ache. “And what proof of his demise? His heart?”

The King laughs at that. “You speak like a solider, Stark. I do not need proof. I will trust your word and the darkening skies.”

It goes unsaid, of course, that failure means death.

***

Tony likes sea-travel. The allusion of freedom on that endless horizon. The rough work of rigging. The smell. He used to pour over his father’s atlases, used to dream of travelling the world.

He has made himself content with Rumlow’s palace. The golden walls. His inventions.

They reach the island swiftly. The seas are much calmer. It must be Peter’s presence.

“We can go with you no further.” The men say. “Rumlow forbids it. He believes Peter would affect our minds.”

Tony wades through the water to the craggy edges. Rocks black with wet, gulls screaming.

“Sailor, let me help.” Comes a voice, soft as a siren, and Tony looks up and sees- him.

For it must be. Gold eyes. Eyes of a god. Traces of that divine lineage, but so devastatingly mortal. And it’s devastating, because Tony knows he cannot kill such beauty.

There’s no magic, but it feels like it. Carved like one of Romanov’s marble statues. It’s hard to believe such a thing could be part Rumlow.

He takes the lily hand, bronzed with sun, and lets himself be pulled up.

It’s but a boy. Not old enough to command armies. Barely a man.

“Peter.”

Peter smiles at him. “It never fails to surprise how many know my name. Where do you travel from?”

“From your father.”

Peter nods. He helps Tony manoeuvre the slippery rocks onto the sandy beach. There, he stoops to collect perfect white shells. “He would see me dead.”

“Yes.”

“I do not desire his throne.”

Tony smiles a little at that. “I don’t think it much matters.”

“Maybe not.” Peter’s eyes appraise his form. Tony puffs like a bird. “You’re no sailor. What are you?”

“An inventor.”

“An inventor.” Peter breathes, looking up at him in awe. He says the word with sacrilegious reverence. “What a gift my father has given me. I have been searching for an inventor my whole life.”

Tony itches to touch him. His skin prickles with a strange desire to taste. He’s had lovers in the past, in the endless escapades of youth, but Peter would be the only one that Tony would remember. “Hardly twenty years then.”

Peter laughs like music. “Will you help me?”

“Do you command me?”

“Of course not.” Peter humms, his eyes sparkle. “The God’s command. King’s demand. I am neither.”

“You are both. Son of a king and a goddess.”

“Bastard son of a king, and of a demi goddess.” Peter bows his head. “For some reason people help me. I cannot say why. I appreciate it, but I do not expect it. Your king would have you kill me.” Peter looks up at him. Eyes glazed like honey. Lips like wildflowers. “Will you?”

Throat dry, Tony croaks: “No.”

“I would ask for your help. Will you?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” Peter whispers, genuine, artless. He is pure, an unwilted flower. He could command strangers. Unite enemies. “I need a boat that would withstand the river of the underworld.”

Tony recoils from this. Unnatural. “I deal with inventions, not magic.” He spits. 

“They are one.” Peter insists gently, but sees Tony’s face. “You build. I’ll do the magic.”

“You can command magic?”

“Barely. Basic charms. The ingredients are kind to me.”

“As is all of life, it seems.” Tony quips.

Peter’s smile is indulgent. “If that were true, I would need no ship.”

“Who are you collecting from the underworld?”

Peter’s eyes scan over the horizon. In the distance, the boat Tony came on bobs. Peter tilts his eyes to the sky: the countless, silent, watching Gods. “Later.” He vows.

Tony believes him.

…

He seems older than his face suggests. In the same way Gods that saw the beginning of the earth have scarce a mark of time upon their face.

Tony wonders if it is his divine blood.

A ship to withstand the underworld needs to be very slim indeed. The rivers below are narrow, sharply turning. Tony cuts and shapes the wood, methodical in his work.

Peter, meanwhile, gathers roots and strange plants, grinds them into paste, spreads them onto the wood planks and whispers. They glow under his touch, seep into the wood. “Protection,” Peter will say after one, “courage,” after another, “safety”, “resistance”, “resoluteness”, “fierceness”.

In the evenings, Tony is led to Peter’s home. It’s a small castle, grand in it’s own right, teeming with treasures but empty of attendants. They sit before the hearth and Peter brings out salves, and rubs Tony’s hands; eases out the splinters and sprains of the day’s work.

“There is no need.” Tony insists, though the sight of Peter on his knees before him is one that will haunt him.

“There is every need. You do me a great kindness.”

“This is my reward?”

“No.” Peter hums, “this is my reward.”

His fingers unfasten the belt of Tony’s britches, the hot, wet mouth tight and stomach-lurching. It’s all Tony can do to breathe, jerking in his chair, sparking with pleasure.

When he’s finished, Peter tucks Tony away. Cleans him up. “Is there a deity you worship?” He asks, and Tony wants to say you but knows the gods would scorn him for it.

“Hermes is well-travelled.” He says instead.

“I will ask him to give you favour.”

“There is no need-”

“You say a lot about need.” Peter laughs, airy, nymph-like. “I suspect you understand very little of it. Your own are so tightly bound within you. I do not need, but would very much like you in my bed tonight. How is that?”

Tony’s throat is dry, blood already hot. “That is well.” He whispers.

*

A smarter man would delay the building of the ship. Spend more seasons with Peter on this island.

But the only thing that can rival Tony’s passion for the boyy, is his desire to work and invent.

As he sands the boards, he notes the cove they take shelter in. The shadows that hide them from the gods of the sky. “Who,” he says quietly, the waves lapping at their toes, “do you seek to bring from the Underworld?” A parent, who has died? A dear friend lost in battle? Worse- a lover. Tony almost could not bear it.

“I will bring an army of the undead,” Peter says, and Tony drops the block of cinder from his hand. It clatters to the deck. Peter continues to hum, binding rope with moss for strength.

Tony must be deceived. But there is no lie anywhere in Peter’s body. Just slim, muscled, beauty.

“Do not look so shocked, mortal.”

“Mortal?” Tony croaks.

Peter laughs. Musical. “I confess to you then. My mother was no demi-god. She was Zeus’ first born. I am no human. I’m more powerful than that.”

“You are not a god.”

“And grateful for it. Gods cannot go into the underworld.”

“You want war. Against who?”

“Rumlow. I will take his city. I will rule Attica.”

Tony laughs in disbelief, trembling with fear. He has been taken here for a fool. This is no kindness. This boy is vicious and cruel, like any God. “Attica cannot be united-”

“An army of the undead will unite them. The fates have written it. Led by me.”

Tony turns from him, shaking, eyes stinging. “I thought you good. I loved-”

Peter is before him, hands gentle on his face, smoothing through the inventor’s beard. “You love me with your mortal heart, dear sweet, Tony,” Peter whispers, kissing him. Melting into him, seeping into him, taking him over. Tony feels the eagerness against his thigh. Wants to jerk away but cannot bring himself to. He clutches Peter tighter. “I will reward you for it.”

Peter’s hand slips into Tony’s trousers. Tony is hard. Throbbing. But he resists. “I want no reward from you who brings such bloodshed.”

The boy, not a boy at all, laughs. Even as his hand works at Tony, spreading wetness, teasing, touching all the right ways. “This is not your reward. Your reward is much greater,” his teeth find Tony’s ear, nipping. “I will make you a god.”

Tony moans, Peter works him harder, he’s shaking, closer, trying to resist. “M-mortals cannot be made-” he gasps for breath, “-into gods.” He knows little of magic, but he knows that. Peter is pressed flush against him, hand moving between them.

“It must be written in Fate. I chose you, Stark. I had Rumlow choose you. I orchestrated it all. You are fated to be a God. Inventor who trapped the Minotaur, it is your destiny. You will be powerful and eternal and you will be mine.”

“I will be a god, and you not- you will die.” The thought is arresting. “I will have to continue without you.”

“There are tricks,” Peter grins, “Goddess of beauty is charmed by me. She will keep me young and beautiful forever. I will do a favour for the Underworld harpies. They will not take my soul.”

“What is this favour?”

“Do not fret,” Peter coos, licking Tony’s lips, grip merciless, taunting, Tony’s so close. Hips thrusting. “I have taken care of you now, have I not? I will give you all you desire. Every invention to make, all the means. I will care for you and not ask much in return. Let me do so for eternity. You can release, god.”

Tony cries out, does as he’s commanded.

An eternity. Ruled by Peter. A mystery wrapped up like a kindness. He’s hungry for it. He is no fool, Peter will ask for few, but terrible, things in return. Inventions that will turn Tony’s stomach. Wings of wax to trick a father and a son. A sea-spider to eat good sailors. A poison sword and arrow to destroy demigods. And he’ll make them all. Just like he’s made this ship. He’ll obey.

And if he’s good, Peter will reward him.

#starker #tony x peter #greek mythology #gods #monsters #inventor tony #god tony

[matbaerzal]

I’ve had this blog for a year now and I’m so glad I stumbled upon this world. I wanted to give some love to my friends and some of my favorite blogs!

Here’s me trying my best to express my feelings even though I’m terrible at it. So, excuse the occasional keysmash or the excessive use of exclamation marks, but I love you guys sm! 

@tkachukme Samantha, you are so dear to me! You hype me up whenever I need it and I’m so honored to get to be your hype person too. I appreciate you so much and you deserve the world, my love! I love you so so much, you’re like the tito to my mat, the tk to my nolan. 💖

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 Nat, you’re so wonderful and talented! You inspire me to continue developing my own writing. I was honestly a little intimidated by you when I first stared following you, because your blog’s just so great and dhasjklf but you’re seriously one of the nicest people I know, I love you!💕

@thirteenisles Ko, you are the Mom™️ of tumblr! You’re a badass with a heart of gold, and I appreciate and love youuu. You’ve brought a smile to my face countless times, either by just seeing you on my dash or when you’ve checked in with me. 🥰

@bluebarriemuzzins Freddie, you’re one of my dearest friends on this site! I love our chats and you’re so creative and talented in more than one way. You’re so kind and funny and wholesome. I love you 💜

@zuucc SILJE!! du er bare så kul og talentfull, jeg digger deg! Your fics are all masterpieces, and you should expect me to be first in line at your future book signings.. Also you’re welcome for me bringing Mat into your life :) I LOVE YOU 💕

@yeeehaw-hockey Hannah, du er seriøst best, og drit morsom og altfor snill!! I’m so grateful for you, your feedback gives me life and just your tags in general are amazingggg! I love youu grinch 💚

@95er Vanessa, the talent POPPED OUT in this one!! Sometimes I get like a ‘friend crush’, where I just want to be someones friend so bad, and I had that with you hahah. You’re so sweet and I adore and love you! 🧡

@ethan-bears / @shesasupergeek EMMA! You’re one of the first friends I made on here and I appreciate you so much. Both your blogs have excellent content, and you’re so sweet and kind. You’re the resident thunderbirds blog, and I’ve said this before, but I think of you every time I see thunderbirds content on my dash. love you!💙💚

@shirarihena You’re a delight to see on my dash and we don’t talk that much anymore, but I always smile when I see you in my notes or on my dash. You’re also one of the first friends I made on here and I appreciate you sm! ILY 🧡💙

@fraction-of-a-flying-puck  Laur I love you sm. You’re so sweet and I love chatting with you! I’m sorry we haven’t talked that much lately, but pls know that I smile whenever I see you on my dash. ❤️

@doublebarrzal you’re one of the funniest people I know, Dean. From your love for mullets to Barzy’s nostrils and everything in between. Thank you for fueling me whenever I feel chaotic lmao (#neverforget #matmendes) I love youuu! 💖

@captainkreider My brock anon lmao 🥺 Kathleen, I’m really glad you’re on this site, you spread so much positivity and you’re the nicest, sweetest person. ILYSM!! 🥰 

@generallybarzy / @generallylyss Lyss, I love you! You’re my number one Barzy bitch and you’ve kept my Barzy obsession well fed. You are so talented and I appreciate you so much.💕

@charlie-theangel / @charlie-theangelwrites You seriously are an angel!! You’re so so kind and lovely, and as if that wasn’t enough you’re also so fucking talented. My heart rate rises when I read your writing and I’m so glad you share it with us. ILY ❤️

@powerblais Erin, you are an absolute sweetheart! You’re so talented and I honestly don’t know how you do it. All your projects amaze me, and you’re a really great friend. I appreciate and love you! 💙

@softgrantaire Sometimes I just scroll through your blog whenever there’s any type of discourse going on, for pure entertainment. Your video edits are amazing and you are so hilarious!! Whenever I see you on my dash late at night I feel like telling you to go to bed, then I remember I’m an hour ahead so really I’m the one that should be going to bed.. (ngl it’s 4am as I type this out) anyways, I love you, Alex!! 💛 

@jamiedrysdales​ Ari, you are such a cutie!! you’re so kind and I appreciate you so much! Love you! 💚

@swedeonmarky I love your content so much and you are so sweet and lovely! ILY 💖

@allyz​ / @barzzal I’m really happy you’ve joined our little corner of tumblr! you’re so sweet and your writing is amazing! ilysm💕 

@shadowsandmoonlight You’re so much fun to speak to whenever we talk and I’m so glad we’re friends! I appreciate you so much. love you! 💜 

@tysojost​ You are such a joy! I LIVE for your tags (your #look at that dog is just the cutest thing ever) and your fic feedback is just *chefs kiss* and I appreciate and love you sm💙

@softboybarzal You are so so sweet and thoughtful. I am really thankful for you and your kind words have brought a smile to my face more than once. I love youu! 🧡

@suchalilyofthevalley​ / @kerwritesthings​ I appreciate you so much, you’re so kind! I want to thank you in advance for the help with my musician barzy fic because I’m probably going to need it and it was so sweet of you to offer! ILY 💖

@spacegirlsgang​ Mary, every time I see you on my dash my mind just goes “friend!!!”. Your content is always top tier and you are such a sweetheart. I love you❤️

@ahoswhiskers​ Kinga, you are so sweet and I feel like you bring so much positivity to this site! and Milla is literally the cutest! I love you 🥺💕

@princessphilly you’re so lovely and I your content is *chef’s kiss* !! I might have to convince you to write for Vince Dunn again 👀 ILY 💕

@barzyredsnapback I love seeing you on my dash, and the few times we’ve interacted you have been so so lovely! ily 💖

I have probably forgotten someone, and I’m so so sorry if I did, but there’s so many lovely people on here it’s hard to keep track sometimes. I love you all and thank you for following me and being a friend. 

#blog rec #the word 'love' is mentioned 28 times lmao #did I mention; I love you?? #amalie gets emotional

[delicatelyherdreams]

Pragma(tic) 23: Her Heart Betrays Her

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 6058

Warnings: Language, death, execution

Pragma(tic) Masterlist

Previous 22: She Unleashes Hell

You were hospitalized for a week for reasons beyond your comprehension.

Your mother insisted it be for at least that long, to monitor your health if nothing else. The battle against your father had left a gaping wound across your chest and damaged muscle in your shoulder and she had to be sure that you were healed enough to function. Despite your healing taking care of the situation within seventy-two hours, you remained in a hospital on Olympus for the full week.

Pietro was in and out of your room periodically but mostly left your care to the nymphs. He, after all, had a more pressing case on his hands than yours.

Bucky had been rushed to Olympus after Pietro got to him and emergency surgery was administered to remove the infected and burned tissue that made up his arm and prepare the flesh to be fitted with a prosthetic, should Bucky ask for one.

He was set up just rooms away from you, but you couldn’t make yourself get up to go see him. 

For one thing, his mother was constantly at his bedside, nursing the wounded god back to health as much as possible. You’d tried to go see him once, just after you were cleared for walking again, but—upon seeing Winnifred at his bedside—was turned away. The glare she’d shot you was so withering and filled with malice that there was no way you would’ve gotten near the god without her biting your head off. 

But, even if she wasn’t there at his side to guard him, you weren’t sure you’d be able to stand in his presence at all. After all, it was your fault he was hurt. He’d sacrificed his limb to save your life. If you’d never been in jeopardy at all, he might not be in this situation. 

The guilt you felt was overwhelming. Mixed in with the grief that held onto your heart, it was unbearable. 

You’d only seen Bucky once since the battle at Thessaly—in the dead of the night under the cover of darkness, stepping through the shadows where you could lurk silently and pretend you didn’t exist. You’d forced yourself into his room to reassure yourself that he was alive. But after checking him for a pulse and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, you vanished, melting back into the shadows and reappearing in your bed, trying (and failing) to hold back anguished tears.

The guilt you felt kept you away, but, in reality, this was probably best anyway. 

After all, there’s no rest for a goddess.

Carol and Natasha had been briefed on how Kronos and his brothers escaped and a global manhunt for Pierce and Brock was issued. Any god, goddess, nymph, or otherwise who was able-bodied was ordered by the Queen of Olympus herself to hunt down the traitors to Olympus. You’d been informed of this twenty-four hours after the hunt had been issued, on the fourth day of your recovery.

You were unsurprised when Carol came in to tell you what she’d done and that they’d been found and apprehended. Of course, you knew that they’d have to face the consequences of their actions and you figured that it wouldn’t take them long to find them.

She told you delicately that Pierce, your previous lieutenant, and Brock, your ex-lover, were in the palace now, bound in the unbreakable chains and being held in the dungeon as they awaited trial.

The “trial” (if that was even what you could call it) took place the following day. You were kept away from it on account of your continuous recovery (despite the fact that the cuts had faded to ugly scars and you were doing everything as normal as usual) and so you did not attend. But Natasha came to you after to deliver the verdict. 

The price of their betrayal, in this case, and of this magnitude, was death. 

You should’ve expected this, but it still made your heart drop.

You couldn’t have cared less about Pierce’s fate. He’d never been your favorite in the Underworld and his actions against you were motivated by pure greed and selfishness. He’d betrayed the gods for himself, hoping to lift his ranking in the world and kill you.

But Brock… Brock’s punishment hurt you.

As much as his betrayal destroyed you, you didn’t want him to die for it. His betrayal had been misguided. He’d been under the impression that he would have you back if he helped the titans rise to power. As twisted as his actions had been and as much as you hated him for them, you still couldn’t make yourself wish death upon him.

Because it wasn’t really death that awaited him; it was annihilation. 

They didn’t have to explicitly say that, but you all knew it to be true. Annihilation was really the only fate for an immortal.

And odds were you were going to be the one to carry it out. After all, the only weapons in existence that could kill an immortal had either been destroyed or were in the possession of you and your sisters and you were the goddess of the dead and the Underworld. It was only natural that you’d be the executioner, no matter how much you hated it.

———

You hated your executioner gear. You despised the heavy black cloak and the black armor. You loathed the way it felt to wear them, feeling their weight flow directly to your heart and make it sink in your chest like a stone. You hated your bident, knowing that it was about to take a life.

It felt like eons since you’d last donned the uniform. It was the execution of Erebus that enabled you to become the goddess of deep darkness and shadows which had been over a thousand years ago. One of the good things about living in Olympus with as small of a community as you did was that no one ever really fucked up so badly they had to die.

Because of this, executions were few and far between; but that just made the ones that did happen that much more important and official.

All the gods dressed in their traditional robes. Carol would wear the purest white with her crown of lightning on her head. Natasha would dress in the ocean embodied in fabric with a crown of waves resting on her hair.

You dressed in the emptiest of blacks—literal shadows forming your cloak and armor—while donning a crown of precious gold swirling with the souls of the damned.

From there, the others would dress according to their role and domain, all looking regal and magnificent. 

You could sense them gathering in the town square outside the palace from where you stood in a guest room, preparing yourself for the emotionally-taxing event to come. Your body was fully healed and you’d been released from the hospital a few days ago. Carol had agreed to postpone the execution until you were well enough, but you could tell that she and the others were just itching for it to be over with. The remaining titans had already been sent back to Tartarus with reinforced prisons and this was the final obstacle standing in the way of normalcy. Once the traitors had been dealt with, the gods could return to the way things were before the panic that was the titans.

You overlooked the square where the gods were gathering. The execution stand had been set up in the center with two chopping blocks where the two prisoners were to be set up. It wouldn’t be long before Pierce and Brock were chained up and you would kill them. Opposite of the stand stood a raised platform where three thrones had been erected. Carol’s stood in the center with yours to the right and Natasha’s to the left. Though regal and begging for their occupants, you knew that one of them would remain vacant. 

You pulled anxiously at the laces that held your bracer on your arm. Your stomach churned and you found yourself wishing that you could be anywhere else.

Your unease was surprising to you. You’d never been this queasy at an execution before. In fact, you’d taken lives as mercilessly as death. But this one was different.

Probably because of who was being executed.

Knowing that Brock was about to die brought you more discomfort than you wanted to admit. It chilled you to the bone to think of him on that execution block, destroyed by your own hand. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine that none of this had come to pass. You could almost imagine that you were in bed with him a whole century ago, your head on his bare chest and his arms secured around your waist. 

What would’ve happened if this last year and a half had never happened? Would you still be with Brock, happily in denial about the reality of your relationship? Would things have been different? Would he never have felt the need to betray you in order to win you back? Would he not be dying today?

You had no doubt about Pierce’s fate. The god was corrupted by your father, enticed by the power he was promised. He would’ve betrayed you regardless and been sentenced to death. 

Of course, this alone possessed an issue for you. Pierce was a god and he had dominion over a necessary part of life: death. With his death, his dominion would be orphaned and the title of god of death would have to be passed on to a willing god.

But what god would take it? Everyone avoided death like the plague, especially the Olympians. That left you and you alone to take it over.

You didn’t mind this fate, but it scared you. Being the goddess of death would be a full-time job on its own. It demanded that you help lead the mortals to the Underworld when they die so that they don’t get stuck in the Mortal World. It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before, but millions of mortals died every day. You wouldn’t have the time to do such a task. 

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts and you shuddered free. You let go of your laces and straightened up before calling out, “Come in!”

The hinges squealed as the door was pushed open and the sound of heels hitting the tile filled the room. “How are you doing?” came the voice of your youngest sister.

You breathed a chuckle and glanced over your shoulder at her. “Never better. My boyfriend is in the hospital and I’m about to kill my ex and my lieutenant. Life’s shaping up to be great.”

“You know, a little less sarcasm wouldn’t kill you.” The smile on Carol’s face was teasing as she sat down on the bed. 

“Actually, I live off of sarcasm so yes, it very well could kill me.” You turned around to face her and crossed your arms, a small smile of your own creeping onto your lips. “You don’t have to worry about me Carol, I’m fine.”

“Then why don’t I believe you?” She hummed and leaned forward. “How are you really handling all of this? The execution, Bucky, Dad’s death… I can’t imagine that any of it is easy on you.”

“It’s not, but when did life ever ask me what I wanted?” You hung your head. “Misfortune is not something I’m a stranger to. As shitty as it is, I’m used to something going wrong in some way or another. I think it comes with the territory.”

“I’m really sorry, (y/n).”

“Don’t be… It’s not your fault they did what they did. It’s not your fault that Dad was a psychopath or that Brock and Pierce… That they decided to follow him. They’re grown men. They made their own decisions. I just… I just wish…” The words were trapped in your throat.

“You just wish that it didn’t have to end in death.”

You nodded. “Pierce I understand. He’s a danger to us all so long as he lives. But Brock…”

She stood and crossed the room to you. Placing her hand on your shoulder, she gave you a weak smile. “I know you guys have a history together—one that I’ll probably never understand—and I know that he means something to you, but the law is the law. He’s already proven that we can’t trust him. He poisoned you, (y/n). He helped set our father free. We can’t just have someone like that running freely around Olympus.”

“I know.” Your voice was a ghost of a whisper as you lowered your gaze. “But that doesn’t mean I like it.”

“I know you don’t, and I’m sorry it had to come to this.” 

You didn’t say anything; you just hung your head. You hated this situation more than you would say. You knew they had to die, but you weren’t ready for it.

“Hey…” Carol said after a while. “Why don’t… Why don’t you sit this one out? I can take care of the… The execution. You don’t have to do this.”

That caught your attention. You looked up, your eyes widening. “Really?”

“Yeah! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do anything official like this. Besides… You shouldn’t have to have that on your conscience.”

A weak smile pulled at your lips and you nodded. “Thank you, Carol.”

“Don’t mention it.” She rubbed small circles on your shoulder and took a step back. 

Given distance from her, you sighed. “Pierce is dying today.”

“Yes, he is.”

“He is the god of death. His dominion will be orphaned after he is gone.”

“I know. We’re going to have to find him a replacement.”

“You know that none of the Olympians will take it.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“And I know you and Nat can’t, so…”

“So you will?”

“I suppose I’ll have to. I just don’t know how I’m going to balance that with running the Underworld.”

“You really can’t.”

“I know…”

She bit her lip and shifted her weight. “I can’t ask that of you.”

“But you have to.”

“I do…” She exhaled sharply. “But, if you do it, I can promise that it will only be temporary—just until I can find a permanent replacement.”

“You can do that?”

“I’m the queen of the gods. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

That drew a laugh out of you and you nodded. “Yeah, I guess you can.”

“So you’ll take it temporarily?”

“Yeah. But you better find a replacement quick or I might just die from the stress.”

“Duly noted.” She smiled softly and looked around the room. “Will you stay up here during the execution?”

Pressing your lips together, you shook your head. “No. I think I will go down for the execution. It would be informal to exclude one of the three queens.” You turned away from Carol and looked down at the pavilion where the gods had begun taking their places. Apprehension and foreboding took hold of your heart as you said, “I can manage it.”

———

Despite the sun beating down on Olympus, the air was cold. Your throne was chilled to the touch as you sat there. Your foot taped anxiously on the ground as your eyes stayed locked on your sister. 

Carol stood on the execution platform, her staff of lightning towering above her head as it hummed and crackled with raw power. The light oozing from its surface was blinding.

You’d only seen the awesome weapon a handful of times; once when it was being forged, once during the first Titanomachy, and most recently when you fought and killed your father just days ago. And now it was about to execute a god and a naiad.

She was stiff as she looked out over the assembled Olympians. She took a deep breath and a hush fell over the crowd as the event began. 

“Citizens of Olympus,” she called out, her voice magnified in the square. “We have come here today to deliver justice to those who have betrayed us. Their fate is not one that we would wish upon anyone, but it is necessary. In order to safeguard our peace and preserve our safety, the traitors have been sentenced to death. I, Carol, Queen of Olympus, shall officiate this execution. Now, bring forth the traitors.”

Tony was the one to obey her orders, emerging from thin air and holding onto an unbreakable chain of his own creation. 

Pierce was the first into the light, his wings trembling under the sun and his hands and feet bound in shackles that were attached to the chain Tony was holding. He’d grown paler in just the week of his imprisonment. He wore a scowl on his face as he glared at the gods. He was angry with them. He wanted to lash out and try and kill them all.

But he would not. His bindings prevented it. In addition to being unbreakable, they also inhibited all powers and godly abilities. So long as he was held by them, he would not be able to do anything.

Brock emerged seconds later, more mellow and resigned than his predecessor. He looked defeated and miserable. Filled with guilt, he couldn’t even look up at the gods that watched him. The blue in his cheeks was more pronounced in the shadow of shame. You could tell just from his posture that he regretted everything that led up to this moment. 

But what was done was done and he and Pierce were being led to their death.

Tony took them onto the platform and shoved them down to their knees in front of the chopping blocks. He secured Pierce’s shackles to the ground first, knowing that the god would try anything if given the chance. The naiad, on the other hand, was more placid and obedient.

You could feel your heart trying to crawl up your throat so it could run away. It didn’t want to be here any more than you did.

Your hands tightened on your armrests and you gripped the vibranium so tightly you were sure that you were denting it. Your crown was heavy on your head, adding to the stress you already felt. Your stomach churned and your body trembled. Your breathing was growing heavy.

But nobody paid you any attention. You hardly even paid yourself attention as you watched Carol tower over the men bound before her. She addressed Pierce first, her eyes beginning to glow white with power. Her stare was cold as stone as she thundered, “Alexander Pierce, god of death, you are guilty of treason against Olympus, conspiring against the gods, collaborating with our most ancient enemy, freeing the titans, and the attempted murder of the Queen of Hades. For this, the decided punishment is death. Have you any last words?”

His piercing blue eyes fluttered up and scanned all of the gods until they settled on you and iced over with malice. “I have none,” he said, his voice low and even, “save for: I only regret that I did not succeed in killing you, (y/n). Death would’ve been such a good look on you.” 

“And I’m sure it will be the same on you,” you said casually as you met his eyes. You would not miss looking into those eyes one bit. Tearing your gaze away from him, you looked up at Carol.

Her white eyes met yours and she hesitated for a second. Her posture begged your permission to carry on.

You simply gave a slight nod of your head.

Taking your approval, Carol took a deep breath and gripped her staff tighter. “Your time has come. May the Fates have mercy on your immortal soul.” She lifted her staff over her head, positioning it so it would fall on his neck. With one swift and powerful movement, she pulled it down and it crashed on his skin.

With a scream of agony, he burst into ash. The power had been too much for even his immortal body to handle and he vaporized on the spot.

You turned your eyes away from the scene and suppressed a shudder

If there was one good thing about these executions, it was that there was no body to clean up because there was no body left behind.

Nothing remained of the god. The only things that even suggested his existence were the shackles that had fallen to the ground and a ball of black light that hovered over the execution block.

At once the gods broke out into murmuring as they eyed the ball warily. They could feel the death and decay radiating from it and so could you.

After all, it was death itself.

The ball of light was death, Pierce’s dominion concentrated into one area and left without a vessel.

Carol set her staff down on the platform and walked over to the ball. She held her hands around it, careful not to touch it, and looked out over the crowd. “The god of death is dead. His successor must be named. Who will step up and claim this role?”

There was an uncomfortable murmur among the gods as you expected. No one wanted it. It was a good thing you’d already accepted your fate. 

Shoving yourself into a standing position, you rolled your shoulders back and raised your hand. “I will, for a temporary amount of time. A replacement will need to be found for me but until then… I, (y/n) Aidoneus, accept the role of goddess of death. I take on this role being of sound mind and of my own volition, therefore claiming all of its responsibilities and obligations. I swear to uphold the position and carry out its requirements until a time when it can be claimed permanently. Allow me to embrace this position, and seal me as the goddess of death.”

The orb was before you in an instant as it sank into your chest. You could feel the chill of death seeping in, spreading to your fingers and your toes until you were as cold as ice. You felt the vacancy, the absence of life, filling you to the core. 

It was hard to breathe for a moment as your body adjusted to the intruder, but it wasn't long before you were accepting death as if it had been yours for a long, long time. Finding your breath again, you gave a curt cough and sat back down. Looking at Carol, you nodded your head.

It’s been done.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad it’d taken well. Now there was one less thing on her plate. “Very good, then,” she said, her voice commanding attention once more. “Let us continue.” She turned her gaze to Brock and the white of her eyes intensified. “Brock Rumlow, naiad of the River Cocytus, you are guilty of treason against Olympus, aiding the god of death in the liberation of the titans, conspiring against the gods, and the attempted murder of the Queen of Hades. For this, the decided punishment is death. Have you any last words?”

For the first time that day, you allowed yourself to look at Brock and really let his appearance set in.

He was scared. You could see it in his eyes. He’d never been able to hide that sort of thing from you. But more than scared, he looked sad and defeated. He felt like he deserved this—he did deserve this. He wasn’t paying any attention to the powerful gods around him as he knelt on the chopping block. Instead, his chin was tilted up and those brown eyes you’d gazed into so many times were set on you. He gave you a weak smile as he met your eyes and he nodded. “Yeah… Just a few.” He swallowed thickly. “I’m… I’m sorry, Precious,” he said addressing you. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I should’ve treated you better. I just didn’t know how to and I’m sorry for that. Please… Find it in your heart to forgive me.”

You couldn’t breathe. Your heart had climbed so far up in your throat that it blocked all airways. Your eyes burned as you stared at him. This man had been your first love, your love for the longest time. Never in a million years would you have guessed you’d be where you were now. You wished this was all some sick dream, that it never had to come to this.

You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this. Brock had tried to kill you, after all. He’d abused you for so many years and left you broken time after time. You should’ve hated him—should’ve been glad he was about to die. But your heart betrayed you, filling you with a sadness you wished you’d never known. You could feel pain rising up in your belly as red filled the edge of your vision.

Having said his fill, Brock closed his eyes and bowed his head over the block as he accepted his fate. 

Carol took that as her cue as she took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her weapon. “Brock Rumlow, your time has come. May the Fates have mercy on your immortal soul.”

You saw the world move in slow motion. Carol pulled her staff above her head again, poising to bring it down on his neck.

Brock tensed as he braced himself to follow Pierce in death.

You saw the lightning flash, heard it crackle as Carol brought her staff down in an arc. Sparks flew through the air as it rained down onto Brock.

Fire erupted in your stomach and flowed throughout your body, possessing you to stand and scream, “Stop!” The world was fully red now and your chest was rising and falling with labored breaths.

The lightning halted just centimeters away from his neck, and both Carol and Brock looked up at you in surprise.

You could only imagine how wild you looked. The world was clouded with red so you knew that your irises had already turned, but the red alone did not cast insanity on your figure. Your lips were parted in desperation and you were almost lunging at the pair. 

Carol frowned up at you as she retracted her weapon. “(y/n)?”

“Stop,” you repeated again, your voice a shallow whisper. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Kill him. Please don’t kill him.” The heart of a younger goddess had its hold on you. Suddenly you were young again, gazing at Brock through the eyes of someone who had loved him at one point. And though the feelings had gone and died, the urge to protect him had not.

“What?” Carol was confused as she looked up at you. “But, (y/n), he poisoned you. He tried to kill—”

“I know what he did!” you snapped, your voice thundering out, amplified by the surrounding silence. “I was there for his confession, but I can’t let you kill him.”

She set the lightning down at her side, the base of it painfully close to Brock’s face. “And why not?”

“Because I…” You what? You didn’t love him, that was for damn sure, but you couldn’t make yourself loathe him. Despite all the evil he had done towards you and your family, you couldn’t let him die. You’d invested too much of yourself in him. To let him be executed now in front of you would tear your heart in two. Despite where you were with him now, he was your first love, and you couldn’t just let that go.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down from the dais, locking your eyes with Carol and shoving as much pleading as you could into them. “I can’t let him die. Please, Carol, punish him, but don’t take his life.”

Brock stared at you, his mouth agape, and he mumbled, “Precious…”

Carol slammed her staff into the ground, causing sparks to fly. “Silence,” she hissed, her voice deadly, before looking at you, taking in your desperation. At once she understood. You could see it in the way her eyes softened when she saw your desperation and in the way her grip on the staff of lightning relaxed. She was silent for a few moments, glancing around at the assembly of gods before looking back down to the man whose head sat upon the chopping block.

Letting out a heavy breath, she said, “Very well.”

There was no reaction from the gods, though you could tell they wanted to protest. This was the man that had aided one of their greatest enemies escape, who had poisoned one of their own (although distant and often disliked) and who had betrayed them. They wanted him dead, but they knew better than to go against the decision of a queen.

A weight was suddenly lifted off your chest and you could breathe again. You eased yourself back down onto your throne, your heart hammering in your chest as you looked at Carol expectantly.

Carol looked back at Brock, her eyes beginning to glow white. After a moment of deliberation, she seemed to settle on a new punishment. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her staff and pointed it at Brock’s head. 

He flinched away from the light, squeezing his eyes shut as if the action would shield him from whatever she was about to do.

She didn’t care, and when she spoke, her voice was filled with untamed and absolute power. “Brock Rumlow, naiad of the River Cocytus, you have been pardoned from the ultimate punishment of death. However, your treasonous crimes against the Queen of Hades and the gods of Olympus still stand and thus you must be punished accordingly.” She inhaled sharply and lifted her staff over his head, letting it hover there threateningly. “I hereby strip you of your immortality, damning you to live and die among the mortals. You will never again walk with the gods or spirits you called friend or foe. You will live out the rest of your days bearing the weight of your sins and your crimes, and when you die, you will be condemned to the nothingness of the Asphodel Meadows. Never again will you be welcomed on Olympus or experience the comforts of immortality. May the Fates have mercy on your mortal soul.”

As soon as the last few syllables were spoken, the punishment took effect. The blue drained from Brock’s face, the markings that identified him as an immortal naiad vanished, and his skin took on the rosy hue that most mortals had. The change wasn’t drastic, but it was obvious to you; in those few seconds, he became human—mortal.

Brock gasped for air as the change took hold on his body and he crumpled to the ground. You could only imagine how painful it would be to have such a big part of you stolen away, but you wagered it was better than an immortal death. 

Carol paid no attention to him as she turned to address the gods. “This concludes the execution,” she said, her voice dismissive. “Thank you all for attending. Never again will the guilty threaten our safety. We can rest in peace. The second Titanomachy is over, once and for all.”

No one but you stuck around long. Natasha stayed by your side, seated in her own throne. Carol waited until most gods had gone before turning to you. “I will take him to the Mortal World. Will you be okay?”

You didn’t need to ask who she spoke of. You nodded, not looking down at the mortal before you. “Yes. Thank you, Carol. I appreciate it more than you know.”

She smiled softly. “You ask so little of me; it was the least I could do for you. I will make sure he has arrangements, though they will not be the most luxurious.”

“I would expect nothing else.”

She turned her eyes to Nat. “Would you come with me? It’s been a while since I’ve been among mortals.”

Natasha hesitated for a moment, turning to you to see if you needed her. 

You simply waved your hand. “Go on. I’m a big girl; I can handle myself.”

Chuckling, Natasha nodded. “Then yes. Let’s go as soon as possible. I’m starving and don’t want this to take all day.”

In the blink of an eye, they were gone and you were left alone.

Well, almost alone.

Two gods lingered in the square.

Tony stood at the base of your platform and smiled up at you. “You sure you’re alright, kid?”

“Yeah, Tony,” you said, standing and approaching him. Despite your status, it was rude to tower over him. You crossed over to the edge of the platform and sat down so you were level with him. “I’m just stressed.”

Pepper stood beside him, leaning into him. The woman’s eyes were soft as she looked you over. “We can tell. It’s not just this execution that was stressing you out, was it?”

You pursed your lips and let out a soft sigh. No, it wasn’t. Sure it had been the main cause of your distress, but now that it was over, you were still on edge.

“It’s a boy,” Tony said, but it wasn’t a question. It was more like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

A boy… It was Bucky… 

You chuckled and hung your head. “Yeah… I guess it is. How did you know?”

“Cause I was in with him the other day getting him fit for a prosthetic. He misses you. He was asking about you and, even though I told him I don’t talk to you much, he wouldn’t quit. He said that I was the only god he could really ask. His mother doesn’t like you and Pietro is too busy with his medicine to really check in on you. I was the only one he could ask.”

He missed you. Well, if you didn’t feel like shit before, you did now.

You couldn’t go see him yet. No, the guilt of being the cause of his pain was too much. If not for you, he would’ve never lost his arm, would’ve never thrown caution to the wind like that. If you’d never met him he would’ve never gone through the pain and heartache you forced him into. You couldn’t see him until you had something to absolve you of your guilt and by holding off, you were just putting him through more pain. 

Besides, you weren’t emotionally-able to take that on just yet. With the death of your father and lieutenant and the exile of your ex-lover, you weren’t able to tolerate anything else that would tug at your heartstrings; you didn’t have the capacity to deal anymore. You couldn't see him or let him see you like this.

You hung your head. “I can’t go see him… I can’t handle it right now.”

“It’s alright, (y/n),” Pepper cooed, putting her hand on your shoulder to soothe you. “We get it. You’ve been through a lot these past few days.”

“I know… I just… ” You exhaled sharply and doubled over, folding your hands over your knees and letting your forehead rest atop them. “I just don’t know what to do now. For the first time in my life, I have nothing. No cards left to play. I have no control.”

“You could always come to the forges,” Tony said, his voice kind and gentle. “Y’know, whenever I get stressed and feel like the world is out of control, I build. It helps me take my mind off of things and gives me something that is mine and mine alone. Besides, it’s nice to do something with your hands. I can teach you if you want. It could be therapeutic.”

You lifted your eyes to look at him. “Really?”

“Of course. You’ve just gotta deal with my insanity.” He gave you a lopsided grin. “You don’t have to make up your mind now, but my doors are always open if—”

“Yes.”

“Pardon?”

“Yes, I’ll come and work with you. Just until I can get my mind set straight again.” You took a deep breath. “So, when can I begin?”

Next 24: She Mends a Body and a Heart

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Raw July 26, 2021 Review

Opening Segment

Nikki A.S.H opens the show, who I wish would just adopt “Ash”. I feel like the letters are too jarring and don’t feel like a name. I love her gimmick and the crowd did as well, chanting for her throughout the entire segment.

I feel as though they need to give Rhea more reason to be here. She was the champion just weeks ago, but she doesn’t seem to care about Nikki. Maybe she’s not threatened and therefore letting Charlotte take the brunt, but it is very unclear.

Damian Priest vs. Sheamus

This was just a Damian Priest showcase for 90% of the match. The pop when Shamus lost his mask was comforting, as was his reaction, to see that his time away has not rusted his talent. Overall there were some solid spots, and Shamus is an A+ worker and actor, but this felt like it’s either the beginning of something or we’ll never see them in the ring again.

AJ Styles and Omos vs The Viking Raiders

Okay, I’m just going to come right out and say it, AJ and Omos are too thrown together for my liking. I’m a much bigger fan of tag teams that have a cohesive look and they just…..don’t. That being said, the talent was ON POINT. AJ can do no wrong in the ring. He’s the only person who has made me excited about a John Cena match (Royal Rumble 2017) and Omos is genuinely terrifying both in and out of the ring.

The Viking Raiders have almost the opposite problem. The cohesion, the teamwork, the gimmick, everything is visually on point, and they stand up well next to Omos and AJ. They're entertaining but they aren't on the same talent level. They could be there and they show promise, but it’s not polished just yet. I’m excited to see them get those championships, and I feel as though it’s going to be sooner than later

Drew McIntyre vs Veer

Jinder Mahal's music slaps, nothing new there. What is new is him bringing a lawyer to the match, but so beautifully on brand. Overall, I didn't hate this match. Not as one-sided as it could have been, especially with another certain match on the card).

Bobby Lashley vs. Cedric Alexander and Shelton Benjamin

I don’t like Bobby Lashley right now. It feels like they gave him a Brock Jesnar Jr. gimmick that Brock couldn't be bothered with. Yes, he’s big and can rip through a clothesline like it’s a spider web. At least he shows weakness sometimes, unlike Brock. I’m sure his Goldberg match will be great, but right now just feels like more and more of the same. Lashley destroys someone again. He does it well, but I’m tired of brick walls.

John Morrison vs. Riddle

This was just an overall fun one. Miz is another character who in my eyes has never done anything bad. The in-ring action was a solid back and forth, and I’m invested. I want to see this match again at Summerslam, or at least what these three are going to put together for August. Someone is getting a hold of that ball. Omos breaking Riddle’s scooter was also pure gold. I’m a sucker for middle school bully tactics, especially in a match already so light-hearted. Long Live Johnny Drip Drip.

Charlotte Flair def. Nikki A.S.H.

Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte. Where have your mic skills gone? It’s not like she doesn’t have everything else. I think it says something that my boyfriend, who knows nothing about wrestling, walked by, pointed at her and said “She’s evil”. You have to have something to make that come across so clearly.

The wardrobe helps, her fighting style helps, but unless the writers are going for “whiny brat” (which they might be, they might not be, quite frankly I’m confused), her promos just don’t match. She’s big, scary, and mean. This match showed that perfectly. She truly believes no one is on her level, but while acting like a high schooler. I have a feeling she’s going to win again next week unless Rhea steps in, which I would love to see.

The Hulu version cut out Natalya and Tamina vs. Eva Marie and Doudrop, Karrion Kross vs. Keith Lee, Reginald vs R-Truth, and Mustafa Ali and Mansoor vs. Mace and T-Bar, which is disappointing. I’m a Keith Lee fan specifically, and I always worry about him getting screen time. The man is too talented to be pushed back.

Overall

This was a fine Raw, better in the first half than the second, and meant mostly for build-up. Which is accomplished, even if I feel that it’s happening a bit too early. I’m sad at what I missed out on, and hopefully, I’ll be able to find those matches somewhere else. Also, no Becky, which even though I know she’s almost certainly going to be on Smackdown, I still hope every week she just shows up anywhere

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