#if hes still alive he somehow both managed to survive that big ass explosion & get to wherever the fuck rose was

[pinkpluswhite]

thinking thoughts about ethan winters right now who would have guess

#watching jev finish his playthrough right now... #really love the fact that every1 was uploading re8 playthroughs at the same time so all them are finishing today or tomorrow lol #but ethan. feeling incredible sadness. rn #at the end of the post credits scene theres a figure in the road and it makes the car stop #the figures model is ethan.... i dont know if its intentional but its got me thinking #if hes still alive he somehow both managed to survive that big ass explosion & get to wherever the fuck rose was #i doubt were done with the mutamycete because we still have rose & her story and she was pretty much born from it #so.. is this some like... extra moldy zombified ethan? what are the implications of that? capcom explain pls #if the mutamycete isnt dead it would mean ethans sacrifice was for nothing... #not like crumbling into dust in front of your wife would be any better but still lol #idk! just thinking! #.txt #re8 spoilers

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #33: In Which I Write the Word ‘Quantum‘ 19 Times

Dang, I forgot what happened at the end of the last issue. It was pretty important, too, but I don’t have time to reread. Maybe the establishing shot can help me out?

Oh, that’s right, Rewind happened!

Everyone’s pretty jazzed that Rewind is here, non-exploded, and supposedly alive. Megatron carries this ridiculously small man over to a table, while Skids is busy admonishing Nightbeat for trying to put the pieces of this mystery together.

That’s one of the two first canonically, openly gay Transformers, Megatron. You bet your ass he’s important.

Nightbeat’s dragged Nautica over to look at that poster for Crosscut’s play they saw last issue. Together, they discover something interesting, and it’s not that Nightbeat’s chin has elongated to the point of absurdity. On this future ship, the play was completed and produced a mere few weeks after the initial launch of the Lost Light.

While this is going on, Rewind wakes up and asks Skids what the hell is going on. Skids, likely not wanting to poke at farm-fresh trauma, glosses over the fact that everyone on this ship was violently murdered, and that they found Rewind blacked out inside the hollowed torso of his brother-in-law.

…This is a dark story line.

You see, the joke here is that “Dark Cybertron” sucked major chrome.

Megatron reminds everyone that they’re still in grave danger every moment they stay aboard this ship, but Skids is more concerned with Rewind’s mental health. Which is sweet, but maybe not the thing to prioritize in such a precarious situation.

Rewind takes the fact that Megatron is an Autobot now pretty friggin’ well, as well as the introduction of gender into his species. That is, until Nightbeat, the king of social graces, saunters up to the scene to ask Rewind what the hell happened to the ship. He does get his answers, despite Rewind being horrified to the point of speechlessness.

Over at the hole in the wall, Nautica and Riptide are taking a gander at the quantum drums, which house the quantum foam for the quantum engines so quantum jumps can happen.

As Nautica explains the process by which quantum travel works, she realizes that the answer to what happened to everyone who disappeared was right in front of them this whole time.

Quantum, quantum, quantum- doesn’t even sound like a word anymore, does it?

The data slug Rewind made corroborates this theory, showing a series of events that definitely didn’t happen to the Lost Light we’ve been following throughout this story so far. The data slug contains this Rewind’s version of dead Rewind’s “Little Victories”, the travelogue that was never completed, where the question “are you happy?” revealed just how emotionally unhealthy most of the crew is. I’d like to imagine this Rewind’s film is called “Small Achievements”, or perhaps “Dear Fucking Lord, We’ve Been on this Trip for Three Hours and the Captain Has Been Killed by a Goddamned Soul-Vampire”, or maybe even “Where the FUCK is Our Therapist”.

The DJD came into the equation by way of someone having led them to the Lost Light. We get a flashback panel of the gorefest, in which Tarn appears to have learned how to fly, given the angle he’s coming from.

Because Rewind’s big thing in this series is being the guy who records stuff, the DJD take the opportunity to make some movies of their visit to the space yacht.

James, why do you keep getting Rewind involved with snuff films? I’m starting to get concerned.

Now, the thing about Rewind is that he’s almost always accompanied by his other half. Where is Chromedome, anyway?

He’s dead, that’s where.

Turns out, when you tell the DJD that you won’t do the thing they want you to do, they have a habit of doing nasty things in retaliation. Chromedome got stabbed in the friggin’ visor with his own finger needles, because Vos enjoys ironic deaths, I suppose. There’s some other stuff that’s implied to have happened, but we’ll get to that once we learn a little more about the DJD themselves.

While Rewind recounts the grisly tale of his husband’s demise, Riptide notes that the quantum foam has begun to spread at a remarkable rate. This is a bad thing, because that shit can and will explode, given half the chance, and this wreck is floating right above a potentially-inhabited planet.

Though I could have sworn we established that this planet was a Smartplanet, and therefore very much populated by students and staff. I don’t know. Maybe we conveniently forgot that, so we could make this a learning moment for Megatron.

Jiminy Christmas, Megs, do you even listen to yourself?

Skids, who has had a very long day of finding corpses and learning about quantum theory, snaps at Megatron, telling him that in order to actually be an Autobot, you have to have a little frickin’ compassion for those outside of your peer group.

Which is sort of contradictory to the Aequitas trials, the Killswitch debacle, the POW situation back on Cybertron, and whatever the fuck Prowl’s whole deal is, but maybe Skids is speaking about his own, personal relationship with being an Autobot. Hopefully so, otherwise he needs a class on critical thinking, STAT.

Never mind all of that though, because the problem just got a lot worse- the quantum foam has expanded to a point where any holes in the stuff are too small for the Rod Pod to get through. We’re going to have to get creative if we want to save the day.

Luckily, we’ve got a quantum duplicate of just about the tiniest little dude in the franchise here to do the job. Now we just need another, equally tiny little man, so the quantum drums can be shut off at the same time. Nautica commits more microaggressions, and this gives Getaway inspiration for a witty quip, which in turn gives Skids a brilliant idea.

The gang heads down to Brainstorm’s lab, to look for the mass displacement gun that was used for treating Ultra Magnus’s nanocon infestation back in the 2012 Annual. While they search, Nautica explains just why the hell the Lost Light disappeared in the first place. You see, quantum duplication acts on the Cain Instinct— it’s fine, as long as the duplicates don’t perceive each other. However, the moment contact is made, it says “oh man, guess I’m gonna have to end you” to one of the duplicates. The contact in this case happened when the Coffin Rodimus was brought aboard the ship.

Anything that wasn’t aboard the Lost Light at the point of the takeoff/explosion was never duplicated, and thus wasn’t erased from reality once shit started going to hell. This is why the Rod Pod is still around, and why the remaining cast are— well, the remaining cast.

While this conversation is going on, Nautica and Nightbeat uncover yet another dead body; it’s Brainstorm, and he’s a little underdressed.

…Someone run a paternity test, I think Cyclonus might be the father.

Also, Brainstorm’s a double agent.

Fucked up.

Getaway is furious that a Decepticon has been living on the same ship as him for the last six months, right under his proverbial nose. Even Megatron’s surprised, stating that Brainstorm isn’t usually who the recruiters aim for.

So, no mass displacement gun, and now they’re aware of the fact that there’s a traitor on the ship who’s had access to a LOT of weapon tech. It’s at this point that Megatron decides to stop lying by omission and tells everyone that he can mass-displace, since he used to turn into a handgun.

Smashcut to Megatron and Rewind floating out in space, the former now not much taller than the latter, as they traverse the web of quantum foam to get to the drums. Nautica instructs them from the Rod Pod. If this works, anything produced or connected to the quantum engine will be neutralized, and maybe we’ll even get the other Lost Light back! YAAAAAY!!!

Y’all really let this man go out there to fuckin’ kill himself for the greater good, didn’t you?

Rewind is honestly pretty chill with ceasing to be, seeing as he watched 200/+ people die today, including his long-time spouse.

Jesus. I’d say get him a therapist, but in order to do that, we’re going to have to wipe him off the map anyway.

Rewind asks Megatron if the Chromedome that isn’t his and his duplicate are still together. And I mean…

Luckily, Megatron has the good sense to lie.

With that, they flip the switches, and deactivate the drums.

And that’s a series wrap on Rewind! Congrats to Mr. James Roberts for the esteemed honor of burying the same gay twice!

Later on, everyone is back inside the Rod Pod, as their disappeared shipmates return from being nonexistent. Chromedome pops back in, and Skids is on him like a shark, telling him to go on the roof. Skids doesn’t even try to explain why. Which, fair. How the hell do you explain to someone that their dead husband’s quantum duplicate survived both a terrorist splinter cell attack, and the laws of quantum sci-fi bullshit crashing down on his tiny, tiny body, and that he’s right there on the roof waiting for them?

Welp, there goes the Chromedome/Dominus endgame. Shame, that.

Looks like Chromedome finally hit the threshold for having earned Roberts’ pity, and won’t be directly targeted by the plot for a little while. This isn’t something you see very often, so let’s really soak this in.

…Someone had to have told Rewind what happened to the other Rewind, right? I wonder what that conversation was like.

Back inside the ship, Blaster gets word that the Lost Light has reappeared. As they navigate towards it, Megatron requests that an encrypted call be made to Rodimus, to discuss the Brainstorm problem.

In the interim, Ravage is offered the opportunity to be a part of the crew, so he doesn’t have to keep skulking around in the shadows. We don’t get an answer from him, as our focus shifts over to Nightbeat and Nautica.

Nightbeaaaaaaaaaat, stop stating the themes of the comic verbatim! People are going to start thinking you’re a shonen anime protagonist!

Nightbeat’s somehow managed to keep ahold of the briefcase that they found on the other Lost Light. Unless Brainstorm’s boyfriend is in there, I don’t think this one was the work of Huey Lewis and the News’ hit single from the Back to the Future soundtrack.

Over on the Lost Light, specifically in Swerve’s, Brainstorm’s making his way through the crowd, briefcase held gentle like hamburger as he goes. He makes it to the bar, where Atomizer tells him he can’t have his briefcase in here. Brainstorm has what most would accept to be a healthy response to being told “no.”

It’s what I would do.

#transformers #jro #MTMTE #slaughterhouse #issue 33 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

[wajjs]

Congratulations!!! If theres still a slott left. VLD LancexThace :D (somehow Thace survived or they meet him in another way) or LancexRegris *v* (sorry, I can't help but shipp him with the BOM xD)

Shine a light

First things first, and this is the only rule that truly matters at the end of every day:

Space is weird. Never act like you get it.

Once that particular lesson is learned and fully accepted, the amount of times surprise hits them doesn't really change—but it does help with the whole 'coping' thing.

Which is why Lance doesn't let hysterics take over him when he's separated from the team, locked inside a strange alien—okay, no, everything is alien in space, that doesn't define anything. Locked inside what seems to be a half dilapidated, hopefully abandoned, station. It's… creepy. It definitely is, and it doesn't help that it reminds him of, of, of Ulaz of all people. The remembrance should maybe comfort him but he's not taking his chances. Not when he's alone.

Incommunicated.

Activated bayard in hand, keeping his back to the walls and checking every corner, every possible hiding spot, Lance ventures further into the dark corridors. His steps barely make any noise. His breathing is loud in his ears but he knows that with the helmet on, no one else can hear it.

He's peeking into the next hallway, feeling like he's in a maze, when a shadow moves the opposite direction. Lance's heartbeat spikes.

In the second it takes him to redirect his line of vision and his bayard, he finds himself thrown to the floor. Knife to the throat, gun useless in this close range, a knee pressing down on his gut. He wheezes, tenses, tries to scramble away but the grip is tight. Then—then he takes a good look at the face of his attacker. His breath ends up caught in his throat.

"Thace?," he asks.

The knife doesn't let up.

-

A lot of reassurances and explanations later, Lance finds himself inside the only part of this station that's still functional. It's locked away, partially hidden, and only someone with those blades can access it. Which is the only reassurance he himself can ask for, because this means—this means it must really be Thace, and not, and not—

From where he's sitting on the edge of the small emergency cot, Lance can see all of the scars on the other's body. Places where… fur? hair? (he isn't too sure if it can be defined as either of those) is shorter than the others, scarce, and the skin underneath has long healed, with different kinds of discoloration. Lance thinks it's not too different from the burn scar taking all over his back. From shoulders to the curve of his spine, right where his ass starts. The skin is all one big mark, a patchwork that shows healing that happened at different rates.

He wonders if Thace also hates seeing them in passing reflections. Wonders if he feels shame.

"So," clearing his throat, he looks all over the room again, rubs his fingertips over the handle of his weapon, "how long—"

"I escaped the explosion out of sheer luck," Thace hums, writing down something, or perhaps going over stock or who knows, Lance doesn't understand their written language, "and then, well. I needed somewhere to hide. I knew they'd find out I was still alive, and they'd give chase. This was—this place wasn't my first option."

"Huh."

"My first four hideouts were… compromised. I found this place by accident, I didn't, didn't remember it from the records I'd read."

Lance blinks, does his best to suppress a shudder. "And then I showed up. By accident, as well."

Thace stops, then. He puts down the things he was using to write and turns around to look at the human. One side of his face is heavily marked by scars.

"I don't believe in accidents," he tells Lance, eyes shining under the flickering lights. "Something brought you here. Which is why we must run."

-

At the very least, the lion is bigger than those cramped up quarters. The two small rooms had been scraped clean as fast as possible and then they had quickly relocated to the lion. As far as stealth goes, the animal shaped ship certainly does them no favors, but it is fast, and, above all, still functioning. It only needed a handful of repairs, and with Thace helping him, Lance managed to get those done in record time.

Being out in open space will always remain a novelty. The stars are always different and the sense of voyage never ends. Lance sits on the pilot chair, stretches his back. Half turning to look at Thace by his side, he smiles and points with a hand towards the back.

"There's a cot if you want to rest some more. It's definitely bigger than the one you had, I mean, I bet we both can fit—"

For the first time, Thace's expression changes. It's… mischievous.

"Is that an offer?"

Lance halts all his thoughts. His face heats up in a matter of seconds.

"I—"

"Don't worry," smiling, which makes his eyes shimmer, Thace rests a hand on Lance's shoulder, looking out of the viewport again. "I'm far from tired. Besides, you need someone to help you navigate this sector."

"Ye-yeah," Lance tries not to shudder. "You-you are right."

-

Their comms signal is still a bust and perhaps that is for the better, considering they are being chased. Pidge's stealth mode goes haywire after a wide shot hit something and now it only works for a couple of minutes before it starts titillating. It's not enough time to cross a blockade.

"We can't fight all of them," Lance says, voice shaking but hands steady.

"If we can hide underneath the belly of one of those cruise ships…" Thace leans closer to the viewport and from where he's sitting, Lance gets distracted by the other's reflection. "Under that one," he points, frowning, "the stealth mode should give us enough time to get in position. Even if they start shooting, we'll remain covered by the bulk of the cruise."

Shifting his eyes from the serious face with the shining irises, Lance follows the path pointed. A small smile makes his lips curl.

"Alright. Let's do this!"

-

Passing through is a feat of good luck. When they make it safely to the other side of the blockade, Lance jumps up from the chair and onto Thace's chest, pulling him in for a hug.

"We did it!" he says with happiness and relief clear in his words and no self-consciousness creeping in just yet.

It makes Thace laugh, loud and clear, with no heavy weight bringing the sound down. He wraps an arm around Lance's small waist, and now their bodies are closer.

Ah, there it is. Self-consciousness.

"Yes," Thace doesn't let go and instead he nuzzles Lance's cheek, the part of it not fully covered by the helmet. It makes Lance's heart skip a few beats. "We did it."

-

After the scan, the small planet is deemed safe enough for them to hide, even if for just a couple of days. Traveling nonstop is tiring on both the body and mind. And they are both in dire need of a proper shower.

Luckily here the bodies of water are safe, and so after setting up camp (the lion hidden not too far away) Lance takes off his armor and the black suit underneath, staying only in his underwear. He runs to the shore, gets his feet wet and then he…

Thace smiles as he watches the other dive into the waters, laughing in such a carefree way, like they aren't being chased, like their heads don't have a reward attached to them. It must be nice, to be able to still enjoy living while the threat of death is after them. It must be—

"Thace!" Lance screams his name from where he's standing, water reaching well above his waist. "Come here! It's nice!"

He has scars, that's the thing. So many of them, from the explosion and from before. And the human has seen some of them, has seen the one taking over his face and the reaction was never one of disgust or fear. No. Lance treated him like nothing was wrong. And that, that was the greatest novelty of all.

So he follows suit, shedding his uniform, getting down to the bare minimum needed to keep him covered—blade securely strapped to his thigh—and he goes after the human. He all but jumps into the water, grins when he catches up to the other and then he—

Lance is looking at him with wonder. Not just that, no, there's also… there's also curiosity, and Thace holds his breath and Lance moves closer, as those hands rest on his chest, and Lance is leaning in, straining to reach his face and so Thace is leaning down on instinct, leaning till, till.

So this is a human kiss, Thace thinks as Lance's lips are on his. The touch is soft, delicate, unsure. It's. It's nice. It's really nice.

A squeak stumbles out of Lance's mouth when Thace picks him up, big hands enveloping his waist, and then they are both laughing, dripping water and fears and wrapped in warmth and certainty. This feels good. This feels right.

That night, when they go back to the camp, they share the same cot. It's a perfect fit.

-

When they finally make contact with Kolivan, Thace has already promised his blade to Lance. Even through the holoscreens of the lion's comms, it's painfully obvious that their togetherness is not simply partnership forged in survival. There's more, so much more, and Thace shrugs with a huge smile on his face when Kolivan sighs wearily.

"A rescue mission is on its way," the leader says.

"Cool," Thace winks at him just as the screen shuts off. He doesn't care too much, because he then turns to Lance and they are kissing again, like they can't stop.

And that is true. They really can't stop.

#vld #vld thace #vld lance #thance #? #thace/lance #blob writes #blob's prompt party #holebias #<33

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Z Movie 12: Fusion Reborn (4/6)

The problem: An accident at King Yemma’s has mutated one of his ogres into Janemba, a creature with incomprehensible power.   Janemba has sealed Yemma’s domain within a spiritual barrier, which has disrupted the boundary between the living and the dead.  On Earth, Gohan tried using the Dragon Balls to fix things, but not even Shenron has the power to undo Janemba’s mischief. 

Neither can Pikkon, since the barrier seems to resist even his most powerful attacks.

Goku has lured Janemba away so that Pikkon could rescue Yemma without distraction, but so far that hasn’t done any good.  Frustrated, Pikkon shouts at the obstacle.   

And a bit of it breaks away.

This is never explained, but I’m not sure an explanation is really needed here.  Scolding the barrier and calling it names seems to damage it.    Maybe that says something about the nature of Janemba and his power.  Big J is basically rebelling against the most fundamental rules of creation, like an impudent child.  The spiritual waste that made Janemba represents all the bad things done by a bunch of bad people who got sent to hell by Yemma.   My working theory is that Janemba represents their collective outrage at being held accountable for their bad behavior.   So maybe when Pikkon yells at the barrier, it reminds that evil ki that it really is bad and all this Janemba business doesn’t change that fact.

All that matters to Pikkon is that it works, so he tries screaming more verbal abuse at the barrier.

The trouble is that he’s only chipping away about a quarter-inch off the surface each time.   He’s gonna be at this for a while.

Down in hell, Goku is trying to fight Janemba, but he’s having some trouble figuring the guy out.   Earlier, he sent an army of mini-clones to dogpile Goku, and he managed to get rid of them fairly easily.  This time, Janemba waves his hand, and causes a bunch of these jellybean looking things to fall down on Goku’s head.

Then he charges into the pile like a bowling ball hitting a bunch of pins.

You’d think Janemba would have a hard time hitting Goku, since he’s such a small and quick target, but Janemba’s quicker than he looks.

He also has this ability, where he can make portals.  He sticks his fist through and it comes out on the other side, right next to wherever Goku is.

Also, he can kick really high.  I guess when your body is roughly spherical your center of gravity makes things like this pretty easy to do.   

I almost wonder if the portal thing was devised as a way to cope with Janemba’s design.  Someone looked at this absolute unit and asked how he’s supposed to reach Goku with those stubby arms.  

Worse, Janemba seems to know exactly what Goku is going to do before he does it.   I’m not sure why this is presented like some sort of mysterious ability.  If Janemba can sense ki like most of the characters in this franchise, then he can track Goku’s movements and offensives pretty well.   But it would make a lot of sense if Janemba had some sort of precognitive power on top of all his other weird abilities. 

But it’s a two way street.   After Janemba uses the portal trick enough times, Goku has it scouted, and managess to fire a ki blast at Janemba’s fist, and sending it back through the portal to hit the rest of him.

Then he goes for a Kamehameha while Janemba’s guard is down...

... and then Janemba does whatever this is.   Is that an illusion of Goku, or some sort of time warp of Goku’s actions from a second earlier?

All Goku knows is that it’s weird, wild stuff.  

Janemba doesn’t seem to know what he just did either, and he finds this very amusing.

So Goku decides that he’s going to have to settle this quickly.   He turns Super Saiyan 2, probably thinking that would be enough, but then Janemba fires big ki blasts out of the four holes in his belly, like some sort of anti-aircraft gun.

And here Goku wanted to wrap this up quickly.  Turns out he’s still on the defensive.  Even at Super Saiyan 2, it’s all he can do to stay ahead of the blasts.

And Janemba can fire at any angle, because he can just roll around to point his, uh... holes any which way.

From above, Pikkon can sense Goku’s struggle, and he probably wishes he could join in.

Or maybe he doesn’t, because Janemba’s a lot stronger than he and Goku realized.   So Goku’s decided to pull out all the stops.

Hell yeah!   See, this is the sort of stuff that Movies 9, 10, and 11 were sorely missing.  Those films all had to contend with the fact that Goku was dead and unable to participate in the story directly, and none of them really found a good solution to that problem.  Movies 9 and 10 just gave up and had Goku show up to help at the end, which is incredibly dumb, because if you’re going to do that anyway then why not have him be there from the start?    Movie 11 teased the idea that Goku would be off having another, much cooler adventure off-screen.

What makes Movie 12 so great is that they finally figured out the Gordian Knot of Goku staying dead.  If we can’t bring Goku to the fight, let’s just bring the fight to Goku.   They should have just done that from the beginning.   Just have Bojack attack Goku on the Grand Kai Planet.    Have Broly cause trouble in hell, just like Movie 11 suggested.  They went to a lot of trouble to have Broly miraculously survive his death scene in Movie 8, just so he could appear in Movie 10, and it wasn’t even worth it.   They could have just kept him dead and let Goku fight him for two movies in a row. 

But we all know Broly ‘93 would be no match for Goku ‘95.  That’s why you send in Janemba, because he’s the big gun we need.

Look at how bad ass this is.   Goku to everybody: Come get this work.

Grimly, Goku praises Janemba for being only the second person to push him this far.   So I guess that proves the Buu Saga happened in this movie, even though Goku’s still dead afterward. 

Then he just looks at Janemba, and in the fansub from when I first saw this movie, he says “It’s a fight from here on.”   That’s my favorite line, right there.

Then it’s go time.   No more tricks, no more games, Janemba’s in Goku Town now, and he’s about to get taken to the city dump.

Janemba can’t do shit against Super Saiyan 3 Goku.  He just starts clubberin’ him and Janemba has to take it.

Then he flies really high up and Janemba wonders what he’s going to do....

... and Goku just dives fist-first into Janemba, just driving his ki right into the dude.    Brutal!

It’s not really clear what all of this is doing to the guy, but all of these explosions can’t be good.

Goku flies clear of him, and it sure looks like he’s won.   Janemba convulses a few times, but he seems to be getting weaker...

But then his flesh begins to reassemble itself somehow...

Goku isn’t sure what that means, but he can sense that something is terribly wrong.

Uh-oh...

Uh-oh....!

Uh-ohhhhhh!  Yeah, that’s not good.

So Janemba’s alive, and he’s taken on a new form.  This never goes well for the other guy when this happens, so Goku’s probably in trouble now.

Back on Earth, we don’t really see what Gohan and Videl are up to, but we do follow Goten and Trunks, who have gone back to confront Hitler’s tanks.  

For some reason, Goten seems discouraged by these odds, even though they can punch tanks into other tanks very easily.  The boys haven’t even turned Super Saiyan yet...

Oh, well now they have.    What was Goten so worried about?

I mean, I guess the soldiers can’t really be beaten, since they can just come back to life indefinitely, but you’d think that if Trunks breaks a tank, it stays broken.   Where did Hitler get all these tanks anyway?  

Never mind that shit, because now Janemba’s gonna fight Super Saiyan 3 Goku.   Team Four Star did a countdown of the best fights in 2018, and this was the only fight from the classic movies to make the cut.  Funny how Goku vs. Wheelo didn’t make the list, even though they ranked Movie 2 ahead of this one on their 2015 movie countdown.  Don’t mind me, I’m still bitter.

I can’t do this fight justice with screencaps, and it’s tough to gif a lot of these shots, too.  Both guys are moving around so much and the action is so fluid and skillfully choreographed.   One of my favoirte bits is when Goku rolls away and plants his hand on the ground, then pushes off....

... to kick Janemba right in the mush.  Cool!

But this new red Jameba is tougher than the previous version, and he still has all the powers he used before, like the portals thing.   Goku tries to shoot a ki blast at him...

And he has to dodge his own attack as it’s directed back at him.

Goku seems to be able to hurt Janemba, though, so it’s not a total mismatch...

... Until Janemba starts disassembling his entire body to avoid Goku’s attacks. 

I’m not sure why this is more effective than simply moving at super-speed, but it seems to really have Goku stymied.

Also, he can shoot enormous ki blasts out of his mouth.  So maybe this is a mismatch after all.

Back at Yemma’s Pikkon’s made some respectable progress on the barrier, but he’s not even close to finished, and he’s got Yemma griping him out the whole time, and Goku’s having all the fun.   At least he can take out his frustrations on the barrier.

Here’s one of my favorite shots from the movie.  Goku looks trashed here, but he’s not beaten yet.   Remember, when he used Super Saiyan 3 before, in the Majin Buu Saga, he explained that it used up a lot of his stamina in the living world.  The implication being that it was much more effective in Otherworld, where he couldn’t tire out as easily.   So in theory, we’re seeing SSJ3 applied to its fullest potential, and Goku’s still losing.   Well, uh, he can still use Super Saiyan 4, right?    No, this is Movie 12, we don’t serve that GT crap here.

As Janemba stalks towards Goku he notices an ogre club on the ground and scoops it up.  I don’t know why it’s so small, but I assume it belonged to one of the ogres who run things in Hell, like Goz and Mez.

But Janemba can transform the club into an awesome sword.   I get the sense that Janemba can do way, way more with his powers than what we actually see, but he just hasn’t figured out what he’s capable of yet.    He just figured out the sword thing on impulse.  

Goku keeps trying to hang in there, but he’s outgunned now.  Every time Janemba slashes the sword, it shoots out a thin wave of ki along the arc of the swing, which cuts anything in its path.  So Goku has to dodge the blade as if it’s got an infinite length.

And his best shots aren’t hurting Janemba at all.

Goku tries taking cover behind those jellybean things, but Janemba can just cut through those as well.   

The attack is just relentless, and it’s all Goku can do to run away now. 

And this leads him in the direction of the blood pond, which is one of the key features in DBZ hell.  Somehow, all the blood is now floating in midair in a cone shape.    I have to assume that’s another side-effect of Janemba’s powers. 

But it’s still fluid, as Goku demonstrates when he falls in.

As he does, he reverts back to his base form, and he doesn’t seem to be able to move or escape.   I can’t find any information on the mythology surrounding the bloody pond, but I kind of got the sense that in DBZ, it might act as some sort of means to incapacitate unruly spirits.   When the Ginyu Force tries to escape Hell in the Frieza saga, they fall into the pond, and that’s pretty much the end of that.   When Cell leads a revolt in Episode 195, Pikkon tosses them all in the pond, then uses Hyper Tornado to pull them back out so he can fling them into the needle mountain.   So I got the impression that falling into the pond saps your strength.   Of course, Goku could just as easily be worn out from fighting Janemba, so this may be a coincidence.    But I sort of wonder if Janemba didn’t herd Goku into this spot just so he could take advantage of the pond.

With Goku apparently helpless, Janemba starts slicing off bits of the cone, which then splash away as normal liquid.  I really did this scene, because we can’t see where Goku is inside the pond, so it’s impossible to tell if Janemba has hit him on each stroke.

Finally, Janemba has whittled the cone of blood down to a Goku-sized piece, so the next swing of his sword will surely cut him in two.

I’m not sure whyu Janemba is dragging it out like this, but he is comprised of evil spirit waste, so it’s not like he’s above this sort of sadism.

But then, as Janemba’s ki slice approaches Goku, a ki blast comes from out of nowhere and disrupts the whole thing!

And Goku tumbles out of the blood somehow, which is a lucky break.

But who saved him just now?   Who could have saved him?

Who indeed?

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #dbmovieliveblog #fusion reborn #the return of fusion!! goku and vegeta #goku #pikkon #king yemma #janemba #vegeta #trunks #goten #adolf hilter #grand kai

[f-umo-blog]

first ten horror headcanons asked by @derflugeldesengels​

✘ have they ever committed a murder?

honestly, he had to make a name for himself somehow. but even as a self-employed, self-promoted assassin, he managed to avoid killing people outright for the most part. he was a brute, the smallest, most ridiculous-looking twelve year old little ass brute in the mafia, but explosives don’t lie. he scared people into doing what he needed em to do.

he killed twice following orders, both for promises that were never fulfilled to him. he killed once in self-defense, before the others, his first murder and the one that hit him hardest (they all hit hard). there are a few other times he just isn’t sure about.

▼ what is their greatest fear?

being kicked from the vongola for any reason. losing the vongola, of course, anyone getting badly hurt or dying, obviously-- but deep down his worst fear is being kicked out. not being enough to live up to expectations. being told to move on again, like he’d heard a hundred times before.

✿ would they ever trust dark or wicked magic?

YOU KEEP THAT SHIT AWAY FROM HIM. gokudera’s highly superstitious in the broad strokes-- he doesn’t always hold his breath going over moving water, but when it comes to the big things he is serious as all hell. if he ever starts spreading salt at all the entrances to a room, try not to laugh, he’s freaked the fuck out.

△ name one thing from their past that they regret.

getting possessed by mukuro, however temporarily, has him paranoid forevermore. he’s done every cleansing spell and exorcism he can think of on himself, but in the end, even the buddhist exorcism he did on mukuro only barely made an impact. even though there’s nothing he can do about it now, he deeply regrets that he may still be a potential vessel in the future, should mukuro ever be in dire straits.

✂ if they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

the logical answer is dynamite, of course-- it’s his lifelong specialty and he’s damn good with it in any number of situations. but when it comes to a weapon that he can’t give up above all else, it has to be the vongola storm ring.

☣ would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

he wants to be the person who can. he can kill a stranger for the vongola in a heartbeat, and do his absolute damndest to make sure the less murder-experienced vongola don’t see the worst of the blood too. but if one of the vongola had to be killed for any reason beyond outright, unequivocal, unrepentant betrayal... he couldn’t do it. not a mercy killing, not for the greater good, not for the safety of the other vongola, never.

for all he acts like the toughest guy in the vongola, he’s not. he’s just fucking not. even yamamoto would have a steadier hand in doing what had to be done (it’s one of those things he never wants yamamoto to have to do, but...)

☢ would they survive an apocalyptic situation?

god he isn’t one of those dudes who thinks he could survive, he’s one of the ones that knows. given enough reason to be paranoid, gokudera would go full doomsday prepper, he’s over-prepared for anything he can be, and he’s too used to surviving on the bare minimum to have trouble otherwise. seriously, come with him, he’s got this.

❣ if someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

it goes against his perception of god, of life and death, and of the natural order. he wouldn’t want it, he would fucking hate it. but if it was for the right person, he’d bear the burden.

☠ do they fear death?

not one bit. gokudera lives because he wants to continue being alive, not because he doesn’t want to die. death has been a part of his life from day one, it’s something he’s entirely comfortable with happening to himself. shit, he’s pretty sure he’s on about two years of borrowed time already, it’s ridiculous (and a miracle) that he’s still alive even at 16.

♱ what do they think awaits them after death?

he has reason to believe, through contact with mukuro rokudo, that the buddhist concept of hells and reincarnation do exist in actual reality. but he was raised catholic, and he believes that concept of heaven and hell too-- the way he sees it, his faith doesn’t have to be proven wrong just because another was proven right.

that said, he’s a shitty catholic, and a far worse person. even ignoring the blatant sins of mafia life, he’s fucking terrible. he gave up on heaven before he hit double digits.

#◆ * HEADCANONS.

[izazov]

10! When Steve was crying.

On the list of prompts 10 is something else, but I went with Steve crying. And this is officially the last time I’ll write Steve crying. Ever. 

There is no body to be buried so they bury an empty casket.

The day of the funeral is sunny and warm, and it feels wrong, somehow.

The funeral itself is huge. Steve can see politicians, businessmen, movie stars, singers… the list goes on and on. Steve thinks Tony would roll his eyes at them. He isn’t quite certain how he would react to hundreds of civilians who have gathered outside of the cemetery, all dressed in read and gold.

All of the Avengers are present. Wanda, Vision, Lang, T’Challa, Natasha. Clint with his family. Even Thor is there, looking solemn and imposing in his dark suit.

Pepper is there, of course, standing next to Jim Rhodes whose speech, short and bitter, still echoes inside Steve’s mind.

“Tony Stark was a good man. He deserved better than this.”

No one asked Steve to give a speech in Tony’s honor. Steve is grateful for that. He isn’t certain he would be able to stand there and deliver empty platitudes to an empty casket. Not when his chance at saying what actually mattered had died along with the man who was supposed to hear it.

Steve lingers by Tony’s grave even after all others leave.

He stares at the words on the headstone - Tony’s name and Iron Man, side by side - and doesn’t feel a thing.

He knows he should be feeling something - grief and regret and guilt, and even anger - but there is nothing inside his chest.

Just a steady heartbeat to remind him that he is still alive.

***

“I keep thinking that he’s laughing at us from somewhere,” Natasha says to him three days after the funeral.

Steve glances up from the report he is, unsuccessfully, trying to finish for the last hour. “You were there too,” Steve says in a flat tone. “He couldn’t have survived that explosion.”

Natasha’s gaze grows sharper, intent, as she studies him in silence. Steve holds her gaze. It isn’t like he has anything to hide.

“I know,” Natasha says finally, with just a hint of a smile. “I guess I always thought he’d cheat death, somehow.”

Steve looks away, his mouth curving faintly. “Or talk it into submission.”

It’s a lie, though, and they both know it. Tony has never tried to cheat death. It’s just that death never seemed interested in Tony’s offer.

Well, not until that last time.

***

Five days after the funeral, Jim Rhodes corners Steve in his office in the compound.

“Here. This is for you.”

Steve looks up from the envelope in Rhodes’ hand to his face. “Who is it from?” Steve asks, even if he knows.

He knows.  

Rhodes presses his lips into a thin line, his expression hard as granite. “Don’t play a dumb blond, Rogers, and just take the damned letter.”

Steve takes it. Stares at it for hours, tracing its surface with gentle fingers. But he doesn’t open it.

He can easily imagine Tony’s reaction. The roll of his eyes, the wide hand gesture and the impatient press of lips. The challenging gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, come on, Rogers. It’s just a letter. Don’t tell me you’re scared of a simple letter?”

“I am,” Steve confesses, but there is no one there to hear it.

Just an empty office.

***

Ten days after the funeral, Steve finally opens the envelope.

Steve’s fingers are steady as he pulls the sheet of paper out the envelope, even as there is a tiny shift in the cadence of his breath and the beat of his heart.

A sound very much like ice beginning to crack under pressure.

Rogers Steve,

If you are reading this, I guess I didn’t make it. And if I did make it, but you have somehow gotten hold of this letter, stop reading. Now. I mean it, Cap. Burn the damn thing, and forget about it.

Still here? Huh. So, I am dead after all. Guess it was bound to happen one day. I hope it was a suitably heroic death. No. I damn well know it was a heroic death. I refuse to die an embarrassing death.

Steve sucks in a harsh breath, screws his eyes shut. And just like that, he is no longer in his bedroom but running through a charred wasteland of what was once Seattle.

The memory is so vivid, Steve can almost taste the blood and ash on his tongue, hear his own rasping breaths, feel the frantic pounding of his heart as he fumbles with his com. “Iron Man, we are clear down here. You are free to pull out.”

“Iron Man?” More urgent this time. “Iron Man, report immediately.”

A crackle of static, followed by the familiar voice. But Steve’s relief lasts only a second. “Not gonna happen, Cap,” Tony says, and Steve freezes on the spot. “I’m stuck here.”

“Iron- Tony, get the hell out of there,” Steve orders in a voice he barely recognizes as his own, his gaze snapping up. He eyes the large battleship with growing dread, his heart pounding wildly against his breastbone. “Tony, that is an order.”

A low chuckle sounds from the other end of the line. “You know how I feel about following your orders.” A sigh, then, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

Steve snaps his eyes open, drags himself back to the present. But the explosion still echoes inside his mind, he can still see the flaming debris of what was once a giant battleship fall to the ground. Can still feel burn inside his throat, raw and tender from screaming.

Steve swallows thickly, continues reading.

You’re probably wondering why I’m writing to you. Trust me, you’re not the only one surprised. I can’t believe I’m actually writing a letter, I’m breaking out in hives here, Rogers. But I’m digressing. So. The letter. You wrote me one, and now I’m writing you back. No phone, though. I don’t think they have a good reception where I am now.

Steve stops reading, scrubs a hand across his face. The numbness inside his chest is slowly abating, revealing a shape not unlike that of a wounded animal; bleeding, and trashing wildly in panic and terror and pain.

Inhaling deeply, Steve goes back to Tony’s letter.

I suppose this is the part where I say something profound, followed by a lame ass apology, but you know what? This is not about The Accords, it’s not even about Bucky godddamn Barnes. And considering I’m dead as a doornail, we’ll never get a chance to argue over either of those.

A choked sound leaves Steve’s mouth. No, they will never argue again. Never speak again. Never see each other again. Steve knows this, but to see the words, Tony’s own words, confirm it with such bluntness? It hurts, and hurts, and hurts.

See, Rogers, I’m still pissed as hell at you. I see you and I want to punch you. But. Here’s the thing: I’m happy you’re back. Sure, a madman could end all life on the planet, but the gang is all back, and you are here where I can see you and talk to you, even if I mostly just want to yell at you… Jesus, I really am pathetic. But you’re probably scowling at the letter now, willing me to get to the point. So. The point: I’m in love with you.  

Steve stares at paper in his trembling hand, the letters blurring in front of his eyes, but somehow still managing to convey that impossible truth.  

In love? How? When? No. No.

Now, as I see it, there are two possible reactions you’re having now, and I’m going to go with shock. Not that I blame you. I’m still having issues with accepting that fact. Don’t know how it happened, or when. Ultron might be a clue, though. I mean, I did build a homicidal robot intent on  global destruction after seeing you die. This might sound selfish… okay, I admit it, it is selfish. If you’re reading this, then it means I won’t have to see it ever again. And I’m fine with that. More than fine, actually. I don’t care how hard you’re glaring at the letter now, Rogers. I’m a selfish jerk, you know that.

Steve pauses to take a deep, steadying breath. It doesn’t help. His lungs are burning, and no matter how hard Steve tries, there is not enough air in the room for him to breathe properly. Not nearly enough.

Okay. Selfish? Yeah, I am. But I’m not that big of a dick to tell you this now to make you feel guilty. I don’t know how I died, but I am willing to bet if you could have done anything - anything - to prevent it, you would have. Up and including sacrificing your own life.

Steve grits his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut. He never should have let Tony go alone. He should have fought harder against that plan. Even if it meant going against Tony again.

“Don’t be an idiot, Rogers,” a voice very much like Tony’s exasperated one sounds withing Steve’s mind. “Someone had to go and I was the logical choice. You knew it then, and you know it now so cut it with this survivor’s guilt bullshit.”  

Steve opens his eyes, shakes his head. “It’s not survivor’s guilt, Tony,” he whispers even if it’s a futile admission, coming far, far too late. “Not by a long shot.”

Steve waits a moment. Then, releasing a shaky breath, he squares his shoulders, steeling himself for the end of Tony’s letter.  

You remember that time before Ultron, when we still bickered over everything but were slowly working up toward friendship? I never told you… but that’s just the thing with us, isn’t it? We suck at talking things out. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this letter now. It’s easier, somehow. But yeah. Those were fun times, and I was happy. I thought you should know that. And as for me loving you? I wanted to say it. Just once. Even if I never actually gathered the courage to say it to your face.

And now I’m getting seriously maudlin and it’s just not my style. Time to wrap this up. I’m glad you’re alive, and I hope you’ll find happiness, Steve. I really do. Despite everything that happened between us, I always knew you were a good man.

So. I guess this is it. Goodbye. Remember me as Iron Man, or forget me entirely, your choice, but know I never wanted us to fight each other.

Tony Stark  

Steve stares at the letter long after he’s read the final words, unaware of the tears sliding down his cheeks, his entire world narrowing down to the raw, unfiltered misery that is leaving bloody grooves on the inside of his chest. He keeps his teeth tightly clenched, refusing to utter four words that are burning in his throat like hot coal. It’s not cowardice, nor is it spite. It simply doesn’t matter now. Tony is no longer here to hear them.

Not now, not ever.  

#my fic #stony fic #stevetony #superhusbands #ashcdm

[whyamihereagain23]

Safe

Song: In My Arms- Plumb Pairing: Steve x Reader Words: 2254 Summary: After years of raising your daughter, you learn that the safest place for her is in your arms. Warnings: fluff, angst, 1 or 2 swear words, near death experience A/N: I kind of went crazy with this one. I didn’t know whether I wanted to make it fluffy, or angsty, or just something funny. I decided to go with the flow and see what happened. I’m not too happy with how it ended, but the rest is okay. I hope you enjoy. (d/n)- Daughter Name

You smiled brightly down at your newborn daughter as she opened her eyes for the first time. Her wails had stopped, and you were finally able to see the bright blue eyes that she'd inherited from her father. She looked up at you with wonder in her eyes, and you were immediately smitten.

"Hey there pretty girl. I'm your mama," you whispered as you tried to keep your joyful tears at bay. A hand on your shoulder made you glance up at your husband, Steve. He was smiling nearly as wide as you were as he looked between the both of you. He was the definition of a proud father. "And this is your daddy. We're gonna take good care of you and be the best parents we can."

"Mama! Mama!" Your daughter's frantic calls were enough to have you running towards your daughter's room like your ass was on fire. Her voice sounded so scared and frantic that it immediately put you into what Steve called 'mama bear mode'. When you got to her room, you pushed the door open the rest of the way and scanned her room for any type of danger.

"What is it sweetheart? What's wrong?" There was nothing wrong with her room. From what you could see, the windows were still locked, and the closet was completely empty. So, that ruled out an intruder that had frightened her.

You crouched by the side of her bed, and she immediately wrapped her tiny arms around your neck in a hug. Her little body shook in your arms as she sobbed. It made your heart ache seeing her so upset and not knowing what was causing it. Despite your worries of what was wrong, you shushed her and cooed into her ear to try and calm her. After a few minutes, her sobbing stopped, and you were able to pull away to get a good look at her face.  

"Come on sweetheart, tell mama what's wrong. What's making my little princess cry?" She used her hand to wipe away the tears left on her face as she spoke.

"I-I had a nightmawe 'bout daddy." You hummed in understanding. Steve had been away on a mission for the first time in a while. There were times where he would go on quick missions when she was too young to understand, but now she was old enough to wonder why he was gone. That was a talk that you didn't want to have with your daughter at the time. You wanted to keep her as ignorant to the danger her father was in for as long as possible.

"Oh, no. Do you want to tell mama what it was about?" You knew what it was more than likely about, but it would be a help to know exactly what she was thinking so you could ease her fears.

She nodded. "Daddy left and neve' came back. He said he did not love me no more." The tears started to gather in her eyes again, but you were quick to placate her. You repositioned yourself so that she was sitting on your lap and your arms were wrapped around her as tightly as you dared.

"No, no, no sweetheart. Your daddy loves you very, very much. You're his little princess; your daddy is never going to leave you behind. He's just at work right now, and he'll be back. I promise you that he'll always come back to you."

Her wet eyes were wide as she looked up at you. "Really?" You nodded and placed a kiss to the tip of her nose, smiling when she giggled and leaned away.

"Really. Now, how about I read you one of your favorite books to help you go back to sleep?" Just like that, she was the happy and bouncy little girl that you were used to. She scrambled out of your hold to go grab Sleeping Beauty before climbing back on your lap. You took the book from her and waited until she got comfortable before you began. "Once upon a time... "  

You read until she was snoring softly against you. Seeing her so peaceful brought a content smile to your face. It was impossible for you to wish that she never found out that life wasn't a fairy tale, but that was a part of growing up. You just had to be ready for it.  

You placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered, "I love you" before silently making your way out of the room.

You and Steve were on your way back to your room to relax after his most recent mission when you heard it. There was the slightest sound of a sob that came from your daughter's room. Both of you stopped and looked at each other as you heard it. "What do you think's wrong?" Steve whispered while staring at the closed door. As she had gotten to her teen years, she'd insisted on some form of privacy; that meant the closed door and knocking to enter.

"My money's on the boyfriend. I have a feeling they broke up or something," you whispered back. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Jeremy? I thought they were really into each other." You shook your head.

"Nope. From what I've been picking up, he's been treating her like a side-chick."

He looked even more confused. "A side-chick? What in the world is that?"

You sighed and shook your head. "I'll tell you later. Right now, let's see what's really happening." He nodded in agreement, and you both moved closer to her door. He hesitantly knocked and called out to her.

"Princess? Can we come in?" There was the sound of shuffling before the door was slowly pulled open to reveal her tear-stained face. Your heart ached just like it did every time you saw that there was something wrong with her.  

"Oh, sweetheart what's wrong?" You asked while searching her eyes. The normally bright, blue orbs were clouded over with pain and heartbreak. Your guess was looking more and more plausible.

She sniffled and looked between you and Steve. "Jeremy dumped me for Alice. He said that I wasn't doing enough for him to want to stay, and Alice was." Anger built up in your chest at her words. For a moment, all you could think of was going to Jeremy's house and... doing nothing because he was a minor and that would be considered a major crime. Maybe you could get Nat to go in and rough him up a little bit. She would be discreet enough.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry sweety," you said while pulling her to you in a hug.  

"I never liked that kid anyway," Steve mumbled from behind you. The rapidly forming wet spots on your shirt reminded you that you had an emotional, teenage daughter that you had to take calm down.

"Why do all guys have to be jerks?" She cried into your shirt.

"That's just how guys are." You ignored your husband's muttered 'hey'.

"But dad isn't a jerk." You knew that if you looked back you would see that self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Well, that's because your father grew up in a time where men were raised to be respectful. Boys these days are just jerks that don't know a good thing once they've got it."

"That's right," Steve added. "If you ask me, Jeremy just lost the best thing that ever happened to him."  

You could feel her smile against your chest. "You guys are just saying that 'cause I'm your daughter."

"No we're not. You've grown up to be a wonderful young lady, and sure, we may have played a part in that, but you've made your own decisions and choices on who you want to be. We just so happen to love what you chose," you said while squeezing her affectionately. You were happy to get a small giggle out of her.

You were all silent until she spoke, her voice wavering. "When will the pain go away?" You sighed and rubbed her back soothingly.

"I don't know." This was something that you couldn’t fix with a few words and a hug, but you had a feeling that you made it just the least bit better.  

It was only a few years later when your home was attacked. What had seemed like a peaceful afternoon with your family, turned into a tragedy as a grenade was thrown through your living room window. Steve had been the first to spot it.

"Grenade!" As soon as he yelled it, you dived for your daughter and covered her whole body with your own. Steve, on the other hand, made a grab for the bomb. He was able to throw it back out the window, but it didn't make it far before it exploded. Both you and your daughter cried out as his body was thrown back against a wall. Somehow, he still managed the strength to cover himself as the roof started to cave in.

You had no time to worry about your husband though. You knew that he would survive and make it through this; you'd seen him survive much worse. It was your daughter that you knew was the most vulnerable. So, you tightened your body around hers and let your body take on the onslaught of debris. The last thing you heard before you blacked out was your daughter sobbing out your name in complete and utter panic. As long as she was safe, you were happy.

When your eyes finally opened again, everything looked like you were under a fog; nothing was focused. You tried to sit up, but your entire body protested. Your mouth opened in a silent cry of pain as you slowly eased yourself back down.  

It was hard to remember everything that happened. From the little that you could see, you knew you were in a hospital, but why? That was the big question. There wasn't a lot you could decipher from your room. Flowers were on the table beside you, but you couldn’t figure out who they were from. Someone obviously cared about you... but who? Not being able to figure out all the answers frustrated you to no end. It felt like there was something you desperately needed to know.

Just as you were about to scream, the door opened. Your eyes met with two pairs of striking blue, and just like that, you remembered everything. The grenade, the explosion, you blacking out, it was all there. Seeing them alive and well gave you the relief you desperately needed.

"Mom!" "(y/n)!" Before you knew what hit you, you were being pulled into a hug by the both of them. Your body ached with pain, but you refused to let go of them. You were squeezing them as tightly as you could and trying not to allow any of your tears to escape.

When they finally released you, you could see the tears in their eyes. "You don't know how happy I am to see you awake," Steve said while taking your hand and squeezing. You squeezed back and smiled at him.

"How long was I out?"

"Two days, nine hours, and seventeen minutes." You turned your head to look at your daughter as she spoke. Your heart clenched as you saw how frightened she looked.

"The doctor said you flatlined twice," Steve added.  

This was a lot to take in. The possibility that you could have died and been taken away from your family was the scariest thing that had ever happened to you. You had to shut your eyes to gain control over your tear ducts again. "Oh."

"They said the only thing that kept (d/n) safe was you protecting her. I'm so sorry that I couldn't protect you. I should have been the one in your position, not you. If only I'd gotten that grenade out faster; none of this would have happened." Steve's words were the final straw. You looked everywhere except them as the tears started to fall.

"Stop that. You did everything you could Steve. It wasn't your fault that someone decided to ruin our afternoon." He knew better than to argue with you at this point. He might not have agreed, but he wouldn't argue with you while you were in the hospital.

You looked to your daughter again, and held out your arm. She wasted no time in hugging you tightly to her. You were so glad to know that she had gotten out unscathed. She was your main priority. Protecting her was something that you would continue to do until the end of time; if it took our life to do it, you would offer it up on a silver platter, but you would do all you could to keep her safe.

@becaamm @misshyen @quicksilverbells

#beca's song challenge #Steve Rogers #Reader Insert #Steve x Reader #angst #fluff #Avengers #daughter