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markscherz · 3 months

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There is a happiness no-one else knows: the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes; the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin; the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in; the gentlest hum of a thought far away, as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.

#poetry #herpetology #frogs #meme #you cannot win in a game of patience against any amphibian or reptile #to me nothing signifies the difference in our minds and bodies more than that simple fact #endotherms are so bloody impatient #because we feel ourselves ticking faster than everything around us #ectotherms literally chill to the tempo of the moment #it's a marvellous and challenging thing to behold #answers by mark #princezilla

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arc-misadventures · 7 months

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For the Vtuber Au (if that's gonna be the name of it for not)

...has our dear Errantry Paladin ever played Dark Souls/Soulsborne/equivalent genre of games, if so how much rage has Jaune ever expressed in any form, if at all

Bonus question if you'd like to answer:

What his cute Vtuber model look like?

No, that’s gonna be the name of this, AU.

The VTuber: Of Bugs, and Rage

Errant: Hello everyone~! And, Welcome to the stream!

The Errantry Paladin started his stream with a smile across his avatars lips. People often marvelled at how expressive his avatar could be, only adding to help humanize the digital creation in their eyes.

~~~ Steam Chat ~~~

: Whoo! It’s beginning!

: It’s starting!

: What are you playing today?

: Hi everyone!

: There’s that winning smile that we all know, and love!

: How are you this day my liege?

:🥳🥳🥳

: He’s as handsome as ever!

: Sire my babies!

: Any thoughts on growing a beard yet?

~~~~~~

All as perusal for one of, Errant’s streams.

Errant: So I was asked… a lot. Honestly it more like begging, and pleading with me really to play a, Souls game. Like, Dark Souls, and the like.

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

: We didn’t beg you.

: Suggested.

: Encouraged you.

: Certainly didn’t beg

:❤️I beg for you babies!❤️

: I beg for cake!

~~~~~~

Errant: Well, at least some of you are honest… or, claim to be…

Errant shot his chat a skeptical look before address the screen, and what game he was going to play today.

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

: Aww he looks like an upset puppy!

: Who’s a good boy!

: Who wants the ball?

~~~~~~

Errant: Stop that! Ahem… So, in honour of your request, today we will be playing, ‘Hollow Knight!’ Now this is a game I’ve been looking forward to playing for a while now, I just haven’t had the time to do so. I stumbled across someone saying how great the soundtrack is, gave it a listen to myself, and fell in love with it, so I wanted to give it a go. And, since you asked me to play a, Souls game, and this game has been described as the, ‘Dark Souls of Metroidvania.’ And, since I’ve never played a Souls game, a Metroid game, or a Castlevania game before either. Well, three birds on stone.

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

: Oh Hollow Knight hell yeah!

: It’s not Dark Souls but he will rage.

: This game is brutal.

: This game makes me sad.

: The music is damn good!

: Hed probably just curb stomp everything in a Souls game honestly.

: Id like to see that!

~~~~~~

Errant cheekily shrugged his shoulders as he gave a coy smirk as he explained his reasonings. Many in the chat we disappointed that he wasn’t playing a, Souls game, but what many truly wanted was to see their calm, and collected, Paladin rage. For the rage unleashed by the calm, and collected was a true sight to behold, and they were all looking forward to see it for themselves.

Errant: Enough stalling lets start it up. Lets see… Eh? Classic, Steel Soul, and Godseeker? Must be their names for the level difficulty. No wait… Classic: Normal Play mode. Steel Soul: No reviving. Death is permanent?! Is there a one life mode in this game?!

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

: Yep!

: You gotta beat the game first before you can play that mode though

: Good luck

~~~~~~

He looked at his chat, then to his game with a shock look in his eyes. People played on such a difficulty, and won?

He could help, but wonder what it was he was getting himself into.

Errant: And, the last one: Godseeker: Challenge the gods of Hallownest. Is that a boss battle royal type of thing?

He looked to his chat, and saw people typing ‘yes,’ or the equivalent of that throughout the chat feed.

Errant: Okay… How many bosses are in this game then?

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

: A lot

: Too many

: You’re gonna love them!

: Mantis Lords are the best!

: Grimm King is evil!

: 😍Mantis Lords😍

: all hail Gorb!

: You’ll die at least once to each boss

: Most likely

~~~~~~

Errant: Oh… Well now I’m scared. No matter, lets delve into, Hollow Knight then shall we?

///

Do you guys think this is a good way to integrate the stream chat reply? I think it does, but…?

Well, I ask for your thoughts after all.

As for giving, Jaune a cute, VTuber model. How about something more…

Ruggedly handsome? Roguishly charming? Somethings like that, he needs a different air about him.

Don’t you think so too?

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deepdisireslonging · 1 year

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Some Old Favorites

I was reminiscing, looking back through my masterlists, and I wanted to reshare some smutty fics. They didn’t get a lot of love back in the day because I didn’t have many readers yet. Some of you have found them and loved to read them as much as I loved to write them. But I wanted to share them with some of my new friends/followers too. Happy Reading!

DC Comics:

Two Hoods, One Revenge: The reader has nightmares of the day that turned her into a vigilante. Jason helps her keep them at bay; first with soothing words, then with something more hot and heavy.

Hickey Victory: Dick gets his hands on a marshmallow gun… but he forgets about your nerf gun stash. Shenanigans occur.

A Night at the Theater: A mission demands the public appearance of Bruce Wayne and yourself at a theater. The mission is quickly put to rest, which leaves you plenty of time to appreciate your husband during intermission.

A Nightly Affair: Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]

Marvel:

In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 | Part 2 : The reader gives an unexpected lap dance. Bucky approves.

All in a Night’s Work: The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading them for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts them till they can get some much-needed rest.

Dirty Lips: When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

To Love the Sea: Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Masterlist]

Supernatural:

The Pointy End: You are research headquarters at the bunker while Dean, Sam, and occasionally Cas, are on cases. Dean comes home to you after a very long case, with a surprise. (My very first fic!)

Deep in the Archives: Sam takes the reader to a rare books library while they look for a spell book not at the bunker. The reader is focused on the task, but Sam’s roaming hands are a distraction.

Satisfied: An imagine of Castiel using his grace on you.

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel: The Winchesters and the reader go to London during the Whitechapel murders, also known as the Jack the Ripper murders, with the theory that the perpetrator is not human. They are correct, but when the killings don’t stop, the team has to retrace their steps and riddle out what stone they left unturned. Written for @kittenofdoomage and @saxxxology-main SPN History Challenge.

Boxer!Dean AU: Consequences: Y/N gets dragged to a boxing match by her friends where she meets Dean “Raisin’ Cain” Winchester, a boxer who is forced to win or lose depending on how much money his bosses want to make in matches. Can their combined effort break the fixed boxing ring? [Series Masterlist] (No smut, but still a favorite)

Wrestling Fics:

Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets: The reader and Elias are newly married and ready to enjoy their first night as man and wife, but a few things get in the way first. (WWE)

Dangerous: After defending herself at a bar, Y/N impresses the dark figure sitting in the corner booth. Prince Devitt further impresses her. One thing leads to another, and she welcomes knowing him better. (NJPW)

A Reflection of Us: The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied. (WWE)

Troublemaker: The reader ran off with something belonging to Kenny Omega. He makes sure she pays for it. (NJPW/AEW)

Doubt Comes In: While Rosemary battles Su Yung in the Underworld, Y/N meets and welcomes a new face to TNA. But two battles are raging instead of one. If Y/N is victorious, can she settle the insecurities in Rosemary’s mind? (Answered request) (TNA)

Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind. [Series Masterlist] (WWE)

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professorrw · 2 years

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hiya, please can I request a Chris Evans x female!reader fanfic where the reader is a teacher and it's during the panorama so her classes are online and one time Chris thinks she's finished her classes so comes into her office. Chaos, fluffiness and awkwardness ensues. Love your work, thank you :D

...hi. it's been a while. but i'm back!! i'm sorry it's taken me so long lovely 😭 regardless, i hope you enjoy this <3

marvel masterlist

Title: Interrupting Online Classes

Pairing: female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: none! fluff and cuteness + the pandemic

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

The pandemic had changed a lot of things in everyone's lives, especially yours. Being an elementary school teacher was no easy task but also now having to do your classes online it added a new set of challenges. Microphones being turned on by accident, being kicked out of meetings for no inherent reason, the internet being choppy: all things that you dealt with on the daily. No matter how difficult it was at times you wouldn’t change your job for the world. You loved the kids and getting to talk to them all the time.

It was a wonder that a simple school teacher like you could possibly be dating Chris Evans, but you were. Your romance didn’t start like one in fanfictions, a huge celebrity seeing you in the crowd and deciding then and there that you had to be together. No. You and Chris were childhood friends and had grown up together in Massachusetts, two peas in a pod. You supported his acting career and he supported your dream of becoming a teacher. Low and behold, you both got what you wanted.

None of your students knew about Chris for many, many reasons. Most kids knew who Captain America was and if your students knew that you were living with ‘America’s Ass’ (something that fans called him), they would go ballistic. So when you were having an online class you made sure that Chris was aware and steered clear of the camera.

Sometimes to tease you he would walk into whatever room you were having classes in and start dancing, which was his best effort to get a smile and laugh, but also distract you. The kids would sometimes ask what you were looking at, but you would have to tell a little white lie and say that it was your dog playing with a toy.

The school year was nearly over, and all the students were ready for summer. You weren’t giving your kids too much work to do and on the Zoom calls you were mainly just talking to them about their plans for the next two months.

Everyone was so absorbed in listening to all the stories that you didn’t even realize your last class had gone over the regular time. It was nearly four o’clock and normally you would just be working on lessons, so Chris didn’t think anything of strolling behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Hey honey,” your boyfriend said.

It only took a few seconds for your students to process who was standing behind their teacher. “IS THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA?!?” one of them shrieked. “OH MY GOSH IT IS!” another one said.

You turned around and looked at Chris who could only give the kids a bashful smile and wave. “Hi guys.”

“HI!” they all responded with enthusiasm. They were more excited about seeing Chris than they were when they saw your dog for the first time. The kids were so adorable you didn’t even bother to tell ‘Captain America’ to get out of the camera. More than one student had told their parents about the celebrity that had appeared on their Zoom call, and you could see them taking their phones out and recording.

“Are you married to Captain America, Ms. Y/N?” a young girl asked.

You didn’t even get the chance to answer when Chris chimed in with, “Not yet, but someday.” He kissed the top of your head, leaving you speechless.

“OOOOO,” the students said.

“Okay guys I think it’s time for Captain America to go fight some bad guys.”

“Aww,” they pouted.

“You’ll see me again, don’t worry,” Chris said before giving them a big smile and waving goodbye. He took three steps away to be just out of the camera’s view and looked at you and mouthed “sorry.” You shook your head and mouthed, “it’s okay.”

“It seems like Captain America needs my help! I gotta go but I will see you all tomorrow!” you said to your students.

“Bye Ms. Y/N!”

You ended the Zoom call and shut your computer. When you turned to Chris he was bashfully standing just a few feet to your left. “You are sooo done.”

“They’re never going to let me live that down, are they?” you asked.

“Nope. Those kiddos are going to ask you a million questions. Be glad you aren’t teaching much because they aren’t going to be paying any attention to school work.”

“I would just tell them that Captain America said they had to get their work done if they wanted to see him again,” you said.

“Isn’t that blackmail?” Chris laughed.

“…Maybe.”

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grollow · 1 year

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Grimm put up a good fight😌for the prompt asks I would like to see him and Hollow with something from a series of "firsts". IE, first kiss, first hand hold, first time accidentally setting one of the Dirtmouth houses on fire, ect ect. Just one of those things will do, anything ya want! I like fluffy "first" prompts 💖💕

I'm not back from my mini hiatus but I wrote this in record time and I don't know if you see my Ao3 updates or not so I wanted you to see it. <3

b u r n || AO3

If there is anything that I have learned, in all of my years, throughout lifetime after lifetime after lifetime, it is that nothing ever truly stays buried.

Not truths. Not lies.

And most certainly not a hurt so deep that I find myself impressed it hasn’t a smell.

It is a tangible thing, the way that it clings to its every motion. It is a myriad of shadows and regret and it drips off it. I am reminded, continuously, of the great sheets of water carried by the devastating storms that blow in parts of the wastelands beyond.

Those are places it has never seen; that few, if any, in this kingdom have.

I would invite it to come with me, if I thought it would accept. It will not.

Its place is here, in this dying kingdom that moulded it from the fathomless void below. An artisan, that Wyrm – I cannot deny that part of me is jealous at the sheer marvel of creation his vessels are.

I have a favourite one, though, and it is not my summoner.

It is instead the creature that my summoner rescued, when it scaled the Godseeker’s mountainous challenge in order to blot the sun from the sky.

I should be more bitter, perhaps. My Ritual remains incomplete. I do not know if it will return and that is a problem for me. The child remains dormant in the charm, left in my tents, awaiting its return – and I am distracted instead by its birth-cursed sibling, pock-marked with scars and peppered with burns that Soul should long have healed.

I do not think it can channel anymore.

This is, perhaps, the source of its predicament: it is standing in front of its old prison and assaulting my senses all over again with a depth of feeling that makes me question the merit in the Wyrm’s so-called foresight. If my eyes can see the cloak of regret that it wears, surely his could have as well if he’d but known to look.

Ah, but perhaps that is unkind of me: we are ever slaves to sentiment and it is not uncommon for someone to see what they wish to see. I am no stranger to such concepts. I see what I want to with it as well. I see a creature with potential to be so much more. I see pain that can find closure, if guided by deft hands. I see a strength unmatched by any that I have ever beheld, and I am at once enamoured and intimidated. I do not spook easily but it seared and burnt without breaking.

It is impressive.

It is also trying with abject futility to do something with sticks that I can only guess the purpose for.

“Hello, my friend,” I greet it softly and I stay out of its reach.

Sneaking up on someone who has hurt for so long and with no relief is not wise. Sneaking up on someone with a particular grievance with those who have an affinity for dreams is even less so. I give it the space it requires.

It turns back to me. I can make no emotion out in its mask and that is by design. Its siblings are both the same, although the spider’s tones when she speaks have plenty of inflection - more than enough to deliver intent.

I wonder what it thinks of me. What it beholds when it looks upon another… vessel of a fashion. We are not entirely different in that regard, but the origin and motivations between our natures are worlds apart.

It watches me with an intensity that I find at once daunting and incredibly fascinating.

This is not our first meeting. The spider dragged it out of the Black Egg and to my tents. I am more qualified to help deal with injuries wrought in dream than any other and, as loathe as she was to admit it, I was the best option that she had for help. We bandaged it together and she never let her eyes leave mine. She introduced the two of us and when the deed was done, she took it away. I assume to a house in Dirtmouth. I did not ask.

I am not exactly welcome by the locals.

I saw it descend into the well when I was talking to the steeds. I will not lie: I followed out of curiosity for its purpose.

This place must bring back a lot of memories for it. It has, after all, known very little else and every other place that it spent time is long gone.

I let my gaze go up to the Temple. It is carved in the husk of a great void beast and enchanted with seals that, even in their darkened state, are impressive. There are tangled veins of withered, dead infection: brown and mottled instead of the sickly orange-gold that I know was once here. The pustules yet remain, hanging off the building as a macabre reminder of the prisoner’s previous state.

I think that it should not be here.

My opinion, however, is not one that it has any obligation to listen to.

“What are you doing?” I ask, and I close the distance once I am sure that I have not startled it. I have practice dealing with people who have been badly traumatised. My Troupe is often alluring to individuals of that nature. It is no different in that regard.

It holds up a stick for me to see and then looks down again. I cannot shake the feeling that the motion is one born of shame. It was supposed to not think or feel, I recall – to be truly empty, to be the perfect shell its sire needed. It is none of those things, and it is embarrassed by that. Hence the weight worn over it, a mantle to be crushed beneath.

I do not understand its meaning. Perhaps I am not meant to.

“Does your sister know that you are here?”

It does not answer. Not in a nod or a headshake, though I am fully aware it is capable of both. It stares instead at the stick in its hand.

There are rocks beneath its hand on the ground, and they have clearly been moved there from their previous positions.

I know what I am looking at.

“Are you attempting to make a fire?” I ask, my hands lacing together under my cape. When I stand this way, I appear smaller. It is much bigger than I am, but both hunched and crouched, I practically tower over it and there is something in its demeanour that suggests it would rather itself disappear as well.

A broken thing, the Hollow Knight.

I am given an answer in the form of a nod and I allow myself to chuckle.

“To burn the Temple?”

Another nod.

I hold my hand out, then; it is an invitation.

“How big of a fire would you like?”

It cocks its head to the side. It does not know if it can trust me. In fact, it probably thinks that it should not. After everything it has been through, I cannot fault it. It does take my hand and let me help it stand and I consider that to be a victory.

Its head inclines toward the building. I cannot see where it is looking, not really, beyond the structure, but my feeling is that it probably…

… wants quite a large one.

Or at least, I would want a very large pyre indeed, if I were confronted with a place that housed my worst memories.

“Stand back, if you please,” I request, and it is obedient: it complies by taking enough steps back that I wonder if it is running. It is not. It watches me.

What kind of performer would I be, if I did not give it a worthy show?

I held my hand above my head and offered it a very satisfying snap. The fire on the building ignited in the same moment: crackling flames, dancing freely up the sides in a scarlet that put my eyes to shame.

I drop my hand to my side and look back over my shoulder. It creeps closer, until it is at my side, but it is spellbound. I do not need to see its eyes to know that they are trained on the dancing light consuming the shell. Burn. Burn.

“Bigger?” I ask and I smile. It nods without looking my way and I curve my wrist; I pull my fingers closer and the roar of the flames becomes louder yet still.

The shell is strong. It is not particularly vulnerable to heat and yet with enough effort –

I heard it crack. I heard the top of the shell – the de facto roof, really – cave in and embers fell into the middle chambers. From there, it was only a matter of time until the inferno took hold.

“There is catharsis in saying goodbye to the things that have caused us pain,” I tell it and it does not look at me. I move over to the side, so that I am close enough to touch, and then lean my head over to rest against its side. “I would be your friend, if you would allow me.”

It does not look at me. I did not expect it to.

I also did not expect its hand to snake down and lace its fingers with mine, but it does: it curls them into the spaces where mine are.

I smile wider. With my free hand, I coax the flames to dance ever higher for it to watch. They crackle and offer a very satisfying pop.

It will not take long to burn it to ash.

I will stay with it until then. I have ever loved having a rapt audience.

#asks: answered #grollow #haha i dont have to tag that twice #hollow knight #hollow knight fanfic #hk grimm #hk grimmhollow #hk hollow #drabble/ficlet #this doesnt count as flash fiction does it #its almost 2k words whoops #anyway have your shippy nonsense #first person pov because experimental #i know people are weird on first person but #i do what i want

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Tolkien Secret Santa Advent Calendar Day 6: Ice skating

6th: Ice skating

Words: 765

Rating: Gen

Characters : Thranduil & Legolas

“Hmmm,” Legolas bit down on his lower lip to keep it from quivering, “I do not think that elves were made to be, let alone move, on ice.”

Stupefied by this grave assessment, his father bit back a guffaw and then quickly schooled his face into the serious mien he usually put on to face his most querulent advisors.

As the pale winter sun was particularly radiant on this morning, setting the dull grey of the sky ablaze with cold light, Thranduil had decided to take his young son ice-skating. The venture had – so far – only provoked scepticism and reluctance in young Legolas though and Thranduil started to question his stroke of genius.

Ice skating was a time-honoured tradition amongst his people, of course, but the evident fear his beloved child displayed as much as his brave resilience reminded the elven king of a cautionary tale rooted in ancient history he had been told – in hushed tones and in dark alcoves – when he had been but a youngster himself.

Once upon a time, it was said, a group of brave elves, such as they had never been seen in these lands again, had crossed the grinding ice lying between the home they had forsaken and the fertile soil they’d water with their blood only too soon.

Thranduil wondered whether their children had also desperately tried to find purchase, their tiny feet slipping and sliding, on the merciless mirror of frozen water. A shiver ran down his strong, straight back and his jaw tensed.

For a moment, he wanted to call the whole thing off; he was not like these monsters of old and he would not make his son face such a cold, indifferent danger in the name of his own pride or some entirely overrated traditions.

“Look,” Legolas then called out and pointed to the far end of the frozen lake where an elk was crossing a narrow outcrop of the lake slowly; the sure-footed elegance of the old animal seemed to magically inspire new confidence in the young prince. “Come!”

Like a gust of wind, Legolas took flight – clumsily rowing his arms at the beginning but finding his balance quickly – to follow the forest elder.

“He is one with his surroundings,” Thranduil heard his beloved wife’s voice echo in his mind. “He’s as much the son of river and tree, of wind and root, of lake and starry sky as ours.”

The initial insecurity that had made Legolas baulk in the face of a new and daunting challenge had been wiped away by his natural curiosity and his faith in Thranduil’s word.

Following his son, as he sped along the shoreline like an arrow – his rhythmic, powerful movements in tune with the beating of his untameable heart –, Thranduil smiled to himself.

They would have adapted, he thought with an echo of intermingled sorrow and nostalgia, those children of old; like his own son, they would have trusted their elders to lead by example and they would have found innumerable wonders to behold and to treasure along the way.

“’Da!” Legolas called softly, his hands now buried in the dense fur of the old elk while his stance was as stable and flexible as the young trees’, growing in the protective shadow of the older growths.

“I am coming,” Thranduil laughed and picked up his own pace, suddenly eager to partake in the innocent marvelling and the tiny victories of one who had not yet heard the stories of death and destruction and who could find miracles thriving like wildflowers even in the middle of an ice desert.

Taking his son’s hand, Thranduil led him to the thickest part of the ice and resolved to teach Legolas a few of the elegant figures his own father had shown him many a winter ago.

The way Legolas’ little face scrunched up in concentration and the strong movements of his lithe body filled the king with deep pride and overwhelming humility; fast were they, the old and the bitter, to impart wisdom and warning lessons upon their progeny but – too often – they turned out to be just as avaricious and jealously protective of their most cherished memories and most frivolous skills.

“Amazing!” Legolas exclaimed as his father executed a perfect pirouette before lifting him into his arms and spinning him around until he whooped breathlessly.

“You try, my little leaf,” Thranduil encouraged as he set him down again; his son’s admiration and eagerness to emulate him bestowed a crown upon that oft-burdened head that no bow nor gold could have outmatched in preciousness.

@officialtolkiensecretsanta here's my entry for the Advent Calendar!

Enjoy!

#tss2022advent6 #tss2022 #advent calendar #tss advent calendar #day 6 #ice skating #Thranduil & Legolas #family fluff #elks #helcaraxë reference

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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An Unlikely Partnership

➥ summary: A pairing for a mission turns into a friendship

➥ one shot

➥ fluff to angst? back to fluff

Peter Parker, clad in his iconic Spider-Man suit, stood in the high-tech lab of Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099. Miguel had called him there for an important mission, one that would require teamwork and collaboration. As Peter waited, a sleek and mysterious figure entered the lab.

Tigeress Spider, known to the world as (Y/n), exuded an air of confidence and strength. Her sleek black and orange suit accentuated her agility and grace. Peter couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and excitement as he looked at his new partner.

Miguel, wearing his own futuristic suit, observed the two heroes with a knowing smile. "Peter, meet (Y/n)," he introduced, gesturing towards the enigmatic figure. "She's from an alternate reality, and she possesses unique spider-like abilities. I believe the two of you will make a formidable team."

Peter extended his hand, a friendly smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n). I've heard great things about your abilities. I'm sure we'll make an incredible team."

(Y/n) nodded, her voice steady and confident. "Likewise, Peter. I've heard about your impressive skills and your unwavering determination to protect this city. I'm excited to work alongside you."

Miguel interjected, bringing their attention back to the mission at hand. "Now, the reason I've brought the two of you together is a high-stakes situation unfolding in the city. A dangerous criminal organization is planning to unleash a deadly weapon, and it's our job to stop them."

Peter and (Y/n) exchanged a determined glance, their shared sense of responsibility shining through. They were ready to face any challenge and protect the city they loved.

Miguel continued, outlining the details of the mission and the roles each of them would play. The plan involved infiltrating the organization's hideout, gathering vital information, and disabling the weapon before it could cause harm.

As they prepared for the mission, Peter couldn't help but notice (Y/n)'s focused demeanor and the grace with which she moved. Her confidence was infectious, and he felt a surge of excitement as they embarked on this new partnership.

Together, they swung through the city, navigating rooftops and alleyways with precision. Their movements were fluid, a dance of agility and strength. As they approached the hideout, tension filled the air, but their unwavering determination pushed them forward.

Stealthily, they entered the compound, using their spider-like abilities to evade security systems and guards. (Y/n)'s agility and skill complemented Peter's quick thinking and web-slinging abilities, making them a formidable team.

As they made their way deeper into the facility, they encountered fierce opposition from the organization's guards. (Y/n)'s combat prowess was evident as she effortlessly dispatched her opponents, her movements a blur of elegance and power. Peter marveled at her skills, impressed by her ability to hold her own in battle.

Their teamwork and synchronized movements were a sight to behold. They seamlessly covered each other's blind spots, anticipated each other's actions, and fought side by side. The synergy between them was undeniable, as if they had been partners for years.

With each obstacle they overcame, their bond grew stronger. Their shared experiences and the trust they had developed forged a connection that transcended words. They were two sides of the same coin, a perfect balance of strength, agility, and determination.

Finally, they reached the heart of the hideout, where the deadly weapon was being held. Working together, they disabled the weapon, preventing its activation and ensuring the safety of the city.

As they made their way back to the lab, exhausted but victorious, Peter couldn't help but smile at (Y/n). "We make a great team," he remarked, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

(Y/n) returned the smile, her eyes shining with pride. "Indeed, Peter. Together, we can accomplish great things. I look forward to future collaborations."

Miguel, waiting for them in the lab, congratulated them on a successful mission. He was pleased with their performance, knowing that this partnership had the potential to make a significant impact in protecting the city.

As they took off their masks and prepared to part ways, Peter extended his hand towards (Y/n) once more. "Until the next mission," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.

(Y/n) took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Until then, Spider-Man. Together, we'll continue to make this city safer."

And with that, just as they went their separate ways, each carrying the memory of their first mission together. Peter called out to her.

“Hey! Before you, you know…go back to your universe and all that good stuff maybe you would to go grab a slice of pizza?”

One pizza night turnt into many, after each mission the two of them went on together they seemed to make it a routine to grab some pizza.

The two of them had completed numerous missions together, forming a bond that went beyond the realm of crime-fighting.

And just like any other night he arrived at their agreed meeting spot, a pizza parlor known for its delicious slices, Peter's heart felt heavy.

(Y/n) arrived moments later, her sleek and graceful figure a testament to her feline agility. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of Peter, and a warm smile graced her lips. It was clear that despite the bittersweet nature of their meeting, they were determined to make the most of their time together.

"Hey, Peter," (Y/n) greeted, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and sadness. "I can't believe this might be our last pizza together before I return to my universe."

Peter forced a smile, his own emotions echoing the same sentiments. "Yeah, it's hard to believe how quickly time has flown. But let's make this one memorable, shall we?"

They stepped inside the pizza parlor, the familiar scent of freshly baked dough and melted cheese enveloping them. As they ordered their favorite toppings, their laughter filled the air, momentarily pushing the sadness aside.

Finding a booth near the window, they settled in, their conversation flowing effortlessly. They spoke about their recent missions, reminiscing about the challenges they had overcome together. Peter couldn't help but admire (Y/n)'s courage and determination, seeing firsthand the impact she had made in his life and the lives of countless others.

As they savored their first bites of pizza, their conversation shifted to lighter topics. They shared stories of their respective worlds, exchanging anecdotes and laughter. It was in these moments of connection and shared experiences that Peter realized just how much he would miss (Y/n)'s presence in his life.

The warmth of the pizza and the comfortable ambiance of the parlor provided a backdrop for their farewell. As they finished their meal, Peter looked at (Y/n) with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "I can't express how much your partnership has meant to me, (Y/n). You've made a significant impact on my life, both as a hero and as a friend."

(Y/n)'s gaze met his, her eyes filled with understanding. "Peter, the feeling is mutual. Our partnership has shown me the strength that comes from working together, and your unwavering support has meant the world to me. I'll cherish the memories we've created."

As the weight of their impending separation loomed over them, Peter reached out, gently placing his hand over (Y/n)'s. The touch was filled with a mixture of tenderness and gratitude. "I'll miss you, (Y/n). You've become more than just a partner to me; you're family."

Touched by his words, (Y/n) squeezed his hand, her voice filled with emotion. "I'll miss you too, Peter. But I know that we'll always carry each other in our hearts, no matter the distance."

The pizza parlor seemed to fade into the background as Peter and (Y/n) sat there, their shared silence speaking volumes. They didn't need words to convey the depth of their connection; it was etched in their hearts.

With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) stood up, their hands reluctantly releasing each other. "It's time for me to go, Peter. My universe needs me. But remember, our adventures together have shaped us, and the memories we've created will last a lifetime."

Peter nodded, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Go, (Y/n), and continue to be the hero you are. Our paths may diverge, but the impact you've had on my life will forever remain."

As they exchanged one final glance, the unspoken words hung in the air. (Y/n) turned away, her steps filled with purpose as she walked towards her universe's portal. Peter watched, a mix of pride and longing in his eyes, until she disappeared from view.

With a heavy heart, Peter exited the pizza parlor, the echoes of their laughter and shared moments still lingering. As he swung through the city, he carried (Y/n)'s memory with him, forever grateful for the time they had shared.

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And when he was entered into a ship, his disciples followed him. And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish. And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm. But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him! - Matthew 8 23-27 KJV

There are times when our boat is shaking and we think we will drown. The storms of life can come at us all of a sudden. We are sailing along and then, wham! We are in the middle of a storm and feel that Jesus Christ is asleep! What we need is faith. Now, Jesus is not going to calm all the seas that we encounter, but He is not asleep, He is beside us helping us ride out the storm. We must ask Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ to help us remember Him and His goodness to us and have faith that He is forever present with us, in every moment of our lives.

During natural disasters like hurricanes, many people will foolishly declare that God was asleep! The forces of nature are something that we all deal with regardless of where we live. It can be a hurricane, a tornado, a blizzard, flooding rains or a drought. It doesn't matter what it is if it affects us. What we can do, is help those who are affected in whatever ways possible for us. We can reach out to neighbors, donate money or clothing to relief efforts and we can certainly pray for those who are suffering from the storm. In the personal storms of life, we can trust that the LORD is with us even then, that we are not alone. Part of our daily prayer can be asking God to be present to those who are suffering that day. We may not know everyone in trouble, but we can be sure that someone is in need of prayer. God hears our prayers and He will be sure to answer them in His perfect timing. May He help us also to remember to pray for those who are struggling in their boats and storms as well.

Everyday, we must remember to thank Him for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and guilt. May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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Essential Avengers: Avengers Annual #16: The Day DEATH Died!

October, 1987

Fifteen Avengers battle the warriors of DEATH!

Being superheroes sometimes means you have to fight a bunch of dead dudes to save the universe. NBD. Except its a very big deal due to the aforementioned fate of the universe.

Is that fucking Norman Green Goblin Osborn in the mix? How is him being a warrior of the DEAD going to gel with him actually founding a cult in Europe those years he was assumed dead?

I’m counting the “fifteen Avengers” and for one thing, we’re definitely honorary-ing Silver Surfer and Moon Knight to get a round number, huh? BUT ALSO, Tigra is the one actual Avenger who doesn’t get on the cover. Oof, no respect.

Last time on West Coast Avengers Annual #2: the East and West Coast Avengers are having their annual baseball game when the East Coast Avengers drop dead. The West Coast Avengers go to the Collector on Silver Surfer’s advice and on the Collector’s advice chug poison. This lets them find the East Coast Avengers in Death’s domain. Then the two teams fight because the Grandmaster and the Collector told them conflicting stories.

BUT TWAS ALL A RUSE. The West Coast Avengers winning the fight... uh... well, something is going on and Grandmaster has taken Death prisoner and says the universe is his.

More explanation, please.

The two teams of Avengers don’t wait for an explanation. On Captain America’s command, they all rush forward and try to attack the Grandmaster.

Thor claims that even an Elder like the Grandmaster can’t stop them all but he effortlessly brushes them aside, explaining that he has absorbed Death’s power.

Oh. That’s not good.

What is good is that as a villain, he feels compelled to exposit what happened.

IT ALL BEGAN when Korvac murdered the Collector so he wouldn’t narc on him to the Avengers.

For all their other foibles, the Elders of the Universe are a pretty loyal lot to each other so Grandmaster set about finding a way to bring the Collector back to life. Eventually, he settled on a wager with death - the Contest of Champions.

And the Contest of Champions was such a spectacle that it gave him an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful awful idea.

Step one was to throw the Contest of Champions wager so that the Collector was brought back to life but Grandmaster’s life was forfeit.

Step two was to just hang around Death’s realm, studying her.

Um. Do dead people just get to hang around peeping on the big boss? Is that really how death and Death work in the Marvel universe?

Anyway, step three was to contact the Collector on the downlow to set up his plan.

Step four was that the Collector is the one who killed the East Coast Avengers and dunked them into Death’s realm. And when he helped the West Coast Avengers kill themselves so they could go to Death’s realm, the intentionally conflicting stories each Elder told an Avengers team guaranteed they’d fight.

And a big, exciting happening right on her front door drew Death’s attention and while she was spectating, Grandmaster seized her. Which is something he can do. Shut up, yes he can.

Anyway.

Death earned some respect back from me. Its not great that such a simple plan hoodwinked her power from her. But at least she didn’t gamble her power on a superhero slap fight.

But with his greatest game won, Grandmaster has decided he’s bored of this universe. What’s left to challenge him? Nothing, that’s what.

Grandmaster: “I belong to a race of beings which first gained sentience in the wake of the Big Bang -- the cataclysmic event which began this universe! For countless eons, I have watched the game of life played out on an infinite number of worlds! I am bored, and desire a new game! Behold the life-bombs I have created with the power of death! Scattered to the five most distant corners of the universe, they will start a massive chain reaction which will result in -- A NEW BIG BANG!! Think of it! The universe will begin over anew! We’ll have a new game of life to play -- one designed by me!”

Hey!

I don’t think the universe has five corners or corners at all!

Also, hey! That would kill literally everyone!

Captain America doesn’t like this one bit. And a straightforward assault having failed, he instead challenges Grandmaster to a game! A sporting chance!

Luckily, Grandmaster prepared such a challenge ahead of time.

Oh no, its Swordsman, Nighthawk, Skurge the Executioner, Terrax the Tamer, Hyperion, Green Goblin, Korvac, Death Adder, DRACULA, Bucky Barnes, Black Knight I, Captain Marvel I, Baron Blood, Drax the Destroyer, and Red Guardian!

Several of these people turn out to not actually be dead but that kinda thing always happens whenever someone uses a bunch of dead characters as a team to fight a superhero team.

And there’s a handwave for it later.

Anyway. The game is this.

Grandmaster will transport some Avengers (+ guests) and some of the Legion of the Unliving to the location of one of his life-bombs.

Team Avengers will try to destroy the bomb before it goes off, Team Legion will protect the bomb and try to kill the Avengers.

But Grandmaster tells Death he’s actually stacking the deck.

Grandmaster: “This should prove very interesting -- even though the Avengers are destined to lose! In the past, my fascination with skill and chance has often affected my judgement and overwhelmed my desire for victory -- but not this time! I will not allow my love for the game to interfere with my ultimate goal! I am determined to win this contest at any cost -- to seize the greatest prize of all -- THE UNIVERSE ITSELF!!”

Holding unfair games? You really are a villain, Grandmaster!

MATCH ONE: Hawkeye, Thor, and Doctor Pym VS Swordsman, Skurge the Executioner, and Nighthawk!

Hah, wow. Swordsman was Hawkeye’s teacher, Skruge was a fellow Asgardian and died for Thor, and Nighthawk is... some guy? Hank got the short end of the stick here in matchups.

Also, the Grandmaster put the first life-bomb in Hades. Literally sent these three Avengers to hell.

... Is Hades/Hell part of the universe? I mean, it would have to be since the universe is all the everything. But usually its treated like a separate dimension. But I guess you can have a lot of dimensions that all make up the 616 universe. I guess?

I also like Dead Swordsman calling the Avengers a “stupid team.” Sounds like sour grapes coming from a dead guy who once begged to join.

Nighthawk makes the first move, jetpacking at Dr Pym, yelling about what a lousy superhero he is not having powers or a costume.

Dr Pym responds by pulling a gas grenade launcher out of his pants and blasting Nighthawk with it.

The ability to pull whatever tool you need right out of hammerspace IS a cool superpower, no matter what that Nighthawk chump says.

Thor squares off to fight Skurge. But less fight and more attempt to talk with. Because Skurge recently sacrificed his life for Thor and Thor feels weird about having to fight him, even if its for the sake of the universe.

Skurge cheap shots Thor and mocks his hesitance.

Skurge: “’Tis a pity that honor paralyzes you! I have no such weakness -- no honor -- no loyalty -- nothing -- save a savage desire to crush you -- to make you pay for having caused my death!”

Meanwhile, Hawkeye fights Swordsman.

He doesn’t have a problem with the concept even though he has a personal connection to this dead man. Its just the dick keeps cutting his arrows out of the air with his sword.

(Also to note, despite She-Hulk destroying Hawkeye’s bow and quiver last issue, he has it back now. Mighty kind of the Grandmaster to replace it for him?)

As the heroes are all stymied by their opponents, the life-bomb starts glowing, getting ready to explode.

Dr Pym is pinned down by Nighthawk firing wing lasers at him. That is, lasers that come from the tips of his wing-like cape.

Pym enlarges a shield and bounces some lasers back, destroying Nighthawk’s wings but the lasers also cause a cave-in.

Dr Pym enlarges a brace (because he really does have everything) to hold up the roof but Nighthawk breaks a stalagmite and uses it to impale Hank while he’s distracted.

The collapsing roof collapses, burying both Nighthawk and Dr Pym, but Nighthawk accepts this since he’s already dead.

Oof.

Well. One hero and one opponent out of the fight.

Meanwhile, Thor realizes from Skurge being a big ol’ dick that this isn’t the Skurge that sacrificed himself for Thor.

Thor: “You are not the god I once knew! For all his faults, the Executioner was a man of honor! A warrior-born! You are only a nameless shade in his guise! A grim phantom conjured up to torment me -- and I shall suffer you no more!!”

And once Thor starts trying, he knocks out Skurge in the very same panel.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye knocks out Swordsman. Now that he has Swordsman knocking every fired out of the air, it was simple to sucker him with an arrow that electrifies when struck.

But the delay in beating their opponents, the bomb is about to go off. And neither Thor nor Hawkeye can defuse it in time. Thor fears the universe is doomed unless --

Unless he swings his hammer REALLY fast. It solves a lot of problems. But in this case it solves the problem by creating a vortex that surrounds the bomb and Thor. The bomb does go off and eradicates Thor but the universe is saved.

Hawkeye takes a second to realize that Thor disappeared in the contained blast. And then realizes Dr Pym is gone too.

His two companions are dead.

SCENE CHANGE!

Wow, these groups are not evenly broken up at all.

Group 1 was three people. Group 2 is four: Captain Marvel, She-Hulk, Moon Knight, and Tigra. Cool that its two from the East Coast Avengers and two from the West Coast Avengers though.

Captain Marvel doesn’t waste any time, she immediately nyooms toward the bomb to see if she can figure out how to defuse it. But the Grandmaster handpicked suitable opponents to stymie the Avengers and guests. And unfortunately, despite Captain Marvel’s usual difficulty to harm in light form, the Grandmaster selected Captain Marvel (Mar-Vell) and Drax the Destroyer to oppose this group.

Drax claims that he and Mar-Vell both have the ability to absorb energy. That’s true for Mar-Vell but I’m not seeing anything about that for Drax. He might be just making shit up.

I guess even if its just Mar-Vell absorbing energy out of Monica, it’d be bad enough.

She-Hulk throws a tree and interrupts Drax and Mar-Vell’s attack on Captain Marvel.

Drax immediately comes after She-Hulk but she knocks him away.

Green Goblin shows up as opponent number 3 and starts attacking Moon Knight. He gloats that though Moon Knight is fast, Green Goblin tangles with an even faster opponent. But as Moon Knight points out as he decks Green Goblin in the jaw, Green Goblin lost to said opponent.

(Dunno how Moon Knight knows that.)

While Tigra tries to decide which of her friends and acquaintances to help, opponent number 4 shows up. Death Adder pops out of the lake and drags her underwater. Just one slash from his claws and she’ll be lethally poisoned! Also, she’s underwater! She may have cured her cat soul problems but this is still a less than ideal situation!

Captain Mar-Vell flies around trying to blast Captain Marvel with his photon blasts. Wait, she can absorb those. Why is she dodging? Dammit, Monica! Drax lied that he can absorb energy and you forgot that you actually can do it! You did it last issue!

Anyway, Captain Mar-Vell berates her for resisting the inevitable so hard.

Captain Mar-Vell: “The universe is doomed! You have about as much chance of saving it as you do of avoiding my photon blasts!”

Captain Marvel: “Wise up, mister mouth! Avengers don’t quit! We never give up -- no matter what the odds!”

Drax has been getting his shit kicked in by She-Hulk but he channels the Drax the Destroyer single-minded obsessiveness (aimed at She-Hulk instead of Thanos due to Grandmaster) and shatters her spine with a surprise attack while She-Hulk is distracted looking at Tigra’s plight.

Meanwhile, Moon Knight is having a bad time. Even though he can go toe to toe with Green Goblin, Grandmaster didn’t replace all of Moon Knight’s gear like he did for Hawkeye. So Green Goblin is able to keep out of reach and bombard Moon Knight with his own goblin gear.

Moon Knight dodges the pumpkin bombs but isn’t so lucky when Green Goblin throws a gas grenade full of hallucinogenic gas. Overwhelmed by grotesque imagery, Moon Knight can’t dodge when Green Goblin blasts him with his finger sparkle gun.

Green Goblin: “Is something troubling my friend? Don’t despair! The Green Goblin can put an end to all your worries -- for all time!!”

Dick.

Meanwhile also, Tigra manages to break away from Death Adder and get out of the lake. She climbs a tree and baits Death Adder to follow her. When he does, she suddenly wheels around and slashes him, figuring either the disembowelment geez! will kill him or falling from the tree will. But Death Adder lashes out with his tail and the toxin on his spines paralyzes Tigra and she falls to the ground too.

Captain Marvel manages to dodge Mar-Vell long enough to reach the bomb. She has to use the rest of her strength but she busts the force bubble around it and then safely detonates the bomb.

Hooray!

Except...

Lying broken on the ground, She-Hulk and Tigra die, a mere inch from holding hands. Moon Knight is dead nearby. And since three of the opponents weren’t beaten, they all gang up and kill Captain Marvel.

Because the match doesn’t end until one side is completely out of action, even if the bomb is stopped.

Geez.

What a PG bloodbath.

So we go from a group of three to a group of four to just one dude?

How are you deciding these divisions, Grandmaster?

Location three for the Grandmaster’s life-bomb is just the middle of space. Luckily, the Silver Surfer is well-equipped to nyoom to the bomb. Unfortunately, the Surfer’s chosen opponent is Korvac. And with his vast cosmic power, he has surrounded the life-bomb with an invisible barrier.

Korvac is also still in his casual phase so he’s kicking back in a recliner, with a drink, in his sitting around clothes while he tries to help destroy the universe.

Korvac: “I am Michael Korvac. There was a time when my name was known and feared throughout the entire universe. You see, I possess the power cosmic on a scale far greater than even you can imagine. Let’s be civilized, shall we? Since there’s no possible way for you to defeat me, we might as well enjoy a drink together while the universe goes bye-bye. What’s the matter? Don’t you care for champagne? Maybe you’d prefer a nice hot -- COSMIC BOLT!”

Silver Surfer no-sells a bolt that could destroy a world because he “has basked in the glow of a thousand suns!”

You’d think that Korvac would know that, considering the origin of his cosmic contender powers were from draining the computers from Galactus’ ship.

But then again, we’ve established that the people Grandmaster summons to fight for him aren’t quite the actual people they were.

Real deal or no, Korvac doesn’t fuck around. He magnetizes Silver Surfer and lets him be crushed by enough meteors to form a small planet.

Silver Surfer manages to bust free with his own POWER COSMIC. A stray rock knocks Korvac on his ass and distracts him long enough that Silver Surfer also manages to break the barrier around the life-bomb.

Korvac intercepts Silver Surfer as he’s making another pass to destroy the bomb and melts off Silver Surfer’s silver protective coating, killing him as unprotected his body can’t survive space travel.

But Norrin Radd’s last act is to aim his board so that it slams into the bomb, destroying it and killing both Norrin Radd and Michael Korvac.

Grandmaster snarks that he’ll call that match a draw. And then gloats to Death that he’s already arranged things so that the heroes have “virtually” no chance to win.

And we’re back to big groups!

Iron Man! Mockingbird! Black Knight! Doctor Druid!

Again, two East Coast Avengers and two West Coast Avengers.

Also, kind of a team made up of fuck-ups. In later years, Black Knight learns that his sword is powered by how much of a fuck-up he is. Its a truly cursed sword.

The location this round is the ruins of an alien civilization. Unlike the previous rounds, the bomb isn’t immediately obvious so Iron Man proposes Lets Split Up Gang So We Can Cover More Ground.

Nobody realizing that this is how you die in a horror movie, they all agree.

But this apparently is a horror movie because Dr Druid gets attacked by ACTUALLY DRACULA moments later.

I guess that’s his chosen opponent.

Mockingbird meets her opponent not long after: the Red Guardian.

She immediately starts destroying his self-esteem.

Red Guardian: “Mockingbird, I am truly disappointed that you are the one I must face! The Red Guardian would have preferred a greater challenge!”

Mockingbird: “Why? Do you like being dead? Considering your current state, I can only assume that you blew it the last time you were in a real fight? A lot of men are like that -- they just can’t deliver when the pressure’s on!”

Red Guardian: “SHUT UP!”

Mockingbird: “The truth hurts doesn’t it, Mr. Macho?”

Iron Man also meets his opponent: Terrax the Tamer. He has control of rock and earth and is an ex-herald of Galactus. That’s not a great level of power to have to tangle with.

Speaking of tangle, Terrax wastes no time in tangling Iron Man up in a stream of debris to hold him in place long enough to throw a chunk of rock the size of Manhattan at him.

Iron Man has no time to block it and repulsors won’t be enough, so Iron Man rockets straight into it, destroying the rock.

Huh. This is one of the feats used by Death Battle to figure out how strong Iron Man is. Fun to see the feat in the wild, just like its fun to see memes in their original context.

Black Knight hears a rock the size of Manhattan exploding and reasonably assumes the world is ending. But his opponent shows up and tells him never to mind, its time to swordfight.

And his opponent is... the original Black Knight.

Sir Percy: “I am Sir Percy of Scandia -- the rightful wielder of the Ebony Blade, and a knight of the Round Table of King Arthur Pendragon!”

Black Knight: “You’re also the original Black Knight, and my former teacher! But, what are you doing here?”

Sir Percy: “Though my spirit once served as your mentor, and instructed you in the arts of combat, the Grandmaster has sent me here to challenge you... to the death!”

Black Knight: “No! I won’t fight you! I can’t -- !”

Sir Percy: “Then you shall die!”

Dr Druid’s fight with Dracula goes badly. Dracula can just turn to mist and be entirely unphased by any of Dr Druid’s martial arts. So Druid instead decides to try to use his MIND POWERS to win a battle of wills with Dracula.

Dracula is incredibly amused by this and agrees that a battle of wills is what they’ll be doing.

Meanwhile, the two Black Knights are stalemated in perfectly symmetrical violence with identical super cursed swords.

Also meanwhile, Mockingbird finishes mocking Red Guardian so thoroughly that he makes a careless mistake and she bonks him unconscious upside the head.

Mockingbird: “His biggest mistake was listening to the Mockingbird.”

Also also meanwhile meanwhile, Iron Man could shatter a rock the size of Manhattan by flying at it but the attempt badly drained his armor’s energy. So he pulls off a desperate hail mary gamble to beat Terrax.

Next time Terrax blasts energy at Iron Man, he absorbs it instead of dodging and fires it back at Terrax.

It works and knocks Terrax out of the fight but it destroys Iron Man’s armor.

Mockingbird finds the life-bomb and brings Tony over. Its complicated but with his mighty Tony brains, he starts figuring out how to defuse it.

Unfortunately. The dominoes fall.

Dr Druid loses his battle of wills against Dracula. The vampire breaks Druid’s neck and moves on to where Mockingbird and Tony are trying to defuse the bomb.

When Mockingbird sees Dracula, she lies to Tony that nothing is happening to get him to stay focused on the bomb. But her screams as she’s murdered by Dracula distract Tony during those last crucial seconds.

Boom.

One-fifth of the universe is suddenly gone.

A fact that Grandmaster glorifies in to the captive Death.

Grandmaster: “Fascinating! A full fifth of the universe has suddenly ceased to exist! So many galaxies... so many inhabited worlds... erased in an instant! In its own way, I find such devastation to be... startlingly beautiful! Can you feel it, my friend? The entire cosmos ripples with terror! The end is near! The end of all life -- and death!”

Oof.

I’m almost certain there’s going to be a reset button. Not so much for one-fifth of the universe being wiped out as all these characters. Pretty sure Tony Stark Iron Man has a lot more comics to be in.

But still. Feels bad to see a big fraction of the universe and Tony Stark Iron Man blow up because of Draculas.

Well. There’s one more fifth of the universe to protect from a bomb.

Captain America, the Wasp, and Wonder Man (so two East Coast Avengers and only one West Coast Avenger, to make up for when the first match had two West Coast and only one East Coast Avengers) appear in a frozen hellscape.

Unlike the previous round, the bomb is in plain sight. The heroes just have to get past Nazi vampire Baron Blood, Hyperion the Not-Superman, and GODDAM BUCKY BARNES to get to the bomb.

Bucky Barnes: “How’s it going, Cap? Kill any partners lately?”

God damn, shade or whatever of Bucky. Are you the real Nazi vampire in this group? Because you just went right for the throat.

Wasp winds up facing Baron Blood. He’s too tough for her Wasp stings. Despite her Wasp stings being powerful enough to knock down a small house. Well, maybe Wasp is dealing with a handicap. She says that its so cold she can barely move.

Anyway, like many times Wasp fights a dude too tough, she just finds a way to attack where he’s softer. In this case by flying into his ears and blasting his sensitive ear drums.

Damn, Wasp.

And Wonder Man winds up fighting Hyperion. They’re both the powerhouses. Although, Wonder Man’s last fight with a caped really tough guy didn’t go so well.

After an exchange of punching, Hyperion manages to belt Wonder Man twenty miles away. Wonder Man is surprised to learn that he can be hurt so badly anymore. One of his arms is broken. As are most of his ribs. But fate of the universe, et cetera, so he uses his last arm to fling giant chunks of ice at Hyperion. Who easily blasts them with his ATOMIC VISION.

Thiiiiis isn’t going well.

Captain America jumps in to help Wasp against Baron Blood so she suggests a CHANGE PARTNERS. Cap is having trouble fighting Bucky due to history and grief and whatever so Wasp will fight him.

It turns out to be a mistake.

Bucky takes advantage of how the cold is slowing her to flip behind her and crush her tiny body with a punch.

They nerfed her and then they killed her. Where is the justice for Wasp?

Cap sees this but can’t spare a moment because Baron Blood is still on his ass. But Cap is a master of judo. When Baron Blood latches onto Cap to try to drink him, Cap is able to use his better footing to flip Baron Blood.

And since he’s treated as defeated by this and since he screams and since there’s a conveniently positioned sharp spike of ice in the panel, yeah, I’m pretty sure Cap flipped him onto a spike of ice. In essence, staking him.

Meanwhile, Hyperion is tired of Wonder Man throwing rocks at him.

So he decides to kill him. Wait, not just kill him. Overkill him.

He tackles Wonder Man THROUGH THE ENTIRE PLANET and then INTO THE NEARBY STAR.

Yeah. I don’t care if he’s ionic energy now. That guy is dead. Super dead.

And do we even need the Sentry if Hyperion is going to throw people in to the Sun? That’s basically the only thing Sentry brought to the table. Just sayin’.

So everything is down to Captain America and Bucky. Bucky stands between Cap and the life-bomb which has just started glowing to explode.

Captain America: “You used to be like a son to me, Bucky. I loved you. I have always loved you! But I won’t let my personal feelings for you stop me from doing my duty! Too much is at stake! Too many lives are counting on me! I cannot fail!! Please forgive me... son.”

And Captain America launches a no-holds-barred beatdown on Bucky. Bucky doesn’t even get a chance to react before Cap leaves him facedown in the snow.

So let that be a lesson. Captain America will definitely beat up a dead child to save a fifth of the universe. Even if he feels immense personal guilt for that specific child’s apparent death.

With nothing standing in his way, Cap smashes the bomb with his shield.

Huh. Luckily that’s all it took. Captain Marvel and Silver Surfer had to put a lot of effort into getting through the shield around the bomb. Then again. When Captain America throws his mighty shield, all who oppose his shield must yield. Yeah, he didn’t throw it this time. But its the principle of the thing.

Also, Hyperion bodyslamming Wonder Man into the star has created an immense solar flare that’s glaring brightly in the sky. Cap wonders if he stopped the bomb only to die by solar flare but he gets teleported away.

Captain America and Hawkeye find themselves back in front of the Grandmaster.

As they realize that no one else has returned with them, the Grandmaster informs them that they are the only survivors of round one.

Captain America: “Round one -- ? What do you mean round one?!”

Grandmaster: “Hmm, only need four bombs this time... Surely, Captain, you didn’t think I would allow our last game to end so quickly. No, no, no, I fully intend to keep on playing and playing -- until I win!! You will please note that the Legion of the Unliving has added -- a few new members!”

A.k.a. every Avenger (plus guest) that died is now on Grandmaster’s team.

Hawkeye flips out seeing Mockingbird (and also his other friends) dead and mind controlled onto Grandmaster’s side. He shoots a bunch of arrows at the Grandmaster, although to no effect.

Hawkeye: “You miserable, stinking -- ! You killed my wife! Murdered her!! You slaughtered my friends!! Used them all as pawns! Playthings!! Why? Why? WHY?!”

Grandmaster: “Because I make the rules... and that is how my game is played!”

Captain America slaps some sense back into Hawkeye and tells him to get his head in the game. They need to think of a way to beat Grandmaster. Because clearly playing his game until they both die isn’t the best course of action.

Sometimes slapping your friend is good actually, I guess, because Hawkeye does come up with an idea.

He pulls out his last two arrows and proposes something more interesting.

Hawkeye: “We all know how your old life-bomb game is gonna end, so why bother going through the motions? What I’m proposing is a new contest! A simple game of chance!”

Captain America: “Are you insane?!”

Grandmaster: “A game of chance? Go on...”

Hawkeye: “Choose an arrow. You get the one with the head, you win.”

Grandmaster: “Captain America is right. You are insane. Why should I risk certain victory to participate in this whimsical contest?”

Hawkeye: “Why not? You’ve devoted your entire life to playing games of skill and chance! You’ve always lived for the love of the game -- and the challenge! Just think of all that’s at stake! All that’s resting on a simple choice! A whim of fate! How can a gamesman like you resist a challenge like that?!”

Hah. Its the perfect bait. Even though Grandmaster rigged the game this time to make absolutely sure his love of games wouldn’t screw him over here... Well, the Elders of the Universe are monomaniacs. Grandmaster was probably thirsty for a stupid game like this after sitting through a rigged game.

So even though Captain America hates that they’re leaving the fate of the universe to blind luck, he concedes Hawkeye picked a good stratagem. Even if the Grandmaster wins the pick an arrow game, it may distract him enough for Cap to try to attack him.

But he doesn’t pick the right one.

Hawkeye rigged the game. When Grandmaster picked the arrow with the head, Hawkeye just snapped it off in his palm. You can even see the sound effect in that panel.

Seems only fair. A rigged game for a rigged game.

I like that the Grandmaster didn’t even agree to release Death if he lost. She just broke free because he was distracted. Kind of like how she didn’t agree to anything, he just took advantage of her distraction.

Anyway, Death is tired of all these dead people fucking up her life and ejects Hawkeye and Captain America from the afterlife.

They wind up back at the Houston Astrodome and all their friends are back to life!

Captain America decides this was Death rewarding them for stopping the Grandmaster. Which means that Grandmaster may still be out there somewhere but Mockingbird and Hawkeye tell Cap that that’s a later problem. They should unwind with some BASEBALL.

As a punchline to Cap’s astonishment with Hawkeye cheating the Grandmaster, he tells Thor to keep an eye on Hawkeye during the ball game. “He cheats!”

Hah hah!

Elsewhere, in space, Grandmaster crows that Actually He’s The Real Winner Here, If You Think About It.

Death was so pissed at him, she exiled him from her realm permanently. I.e., he’s immortal now. Uh, more immortal than he already was, which was conditional and he could die if killed.

Grandmaster: “The entire universe was within my grasp -- Everything could have been mine! The Avengers will pay for what they’ve done to me! They’ll... they’ll... What are they playing down there?! Baseball? Hmmm...”

AND THEN HE GETS DISTRACTED WATCHING THEM PLAY BASEBALL!

I love Grandmaster when he’s a wacky space guy, obsessed with every game. THere’s just so many ways you can use him. Usually its for superhero fights, as seen here. And in his first appearance. And also in JLA/Avengers.

But what if he decided to stake one of his tricky wagers on the Avengers playing baseball with each other?

I’ve said I’d love one of those stories that start with baseball to simply play a whole game through and you could use the Grandmaster making a wager with someone as an excuse for why its important enough to get to be a story.

Also, almost everyone on both Avengers teams experienced dying and seems pretty chill with it. Superheroes are weird.

ALSO ALSO, wait did we just leave La Espirita in space with the Collector?

Follow @essential-avengers because its good times. Do you see this good times? So good. Like and reblog too, please. It motivates me.

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sasorikigai · 1 year

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[ DISPLAY ] + [ REASSURANCE ] + REVERSE ( for either of their modern AUs plz )

'𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. || @sonxflight || accepting

[ DISPLAY ] : during the process of an undercover mission/a situation where their identities need to be protected, sender holds receiver's hand to give the impression that they're in a romantic relationship.

[ REASSURANCE ] : noticing the receiver is upset, sender gently takes their hand to reassure them and provide them with a sense of comfort.

💥 || Death must be his ultimate fate; the end of life, the closing gate. It is a journey people all must take, an appointment which they cannot break. It can also come in many different forms, from accidents to deadly storms. It is such a mystery, a conundrum, difficult to unfold and arcane to the humankind. While death was supposed to bring an end to Hanzo Hasashi's pain, his suffering will never be truly gone, nor nothing remain in the place of his motionless body. In this voracious, ravenous depths of inevitability, the water of his conscious remains dark; an inkwell full and black.

His viewfinder is the seaform that washes onto shore, which is the color of ivory bone. The ebbing suction of the ocean is hungry, and it is proven by his draining crimson, the very life that seem to gape incessantly, taking every damned thing in its wake, only promising the premise of grief that is unceasingly violent. The rest of it will come in silent, shivering waves in a secluded ocean - where no one can hear the screams of what remains, but him. In grief and desperation, Hanzo Hasashi's own heart will become his refuge.

While death itself embodies into him, taking every ounce of Commander Hasashi's resolve and resilience, his unwavering, defiantly challenging gaze remains a laser amidst the pandemonium of the fancy-dress rave. There remains a glimpse of azure sky, along with wisps of gentle clouds to puncture it. Beneath the pumping, fueling adrenaline that propels his elevated heartbeat, Hanzo adheres the hardened chisel of his shoulder to Ryou's, the burning, comforting warmth of his being even suffocating the world of pain he's so intimate with. How he finds himself transitioning from the grasp of unconsciousness to reality, for this existence will always be effortless. For the wounds on his corporeal form could very well be staunched.

The parenthesis of their love expressed and displayed draws the heavy weight in his chest, as an unwavering exhale straightens the broadness of his shoulders. Hanzo could simply drift off like crackling leaves, float away to be simply reborn and resurrected. How he grows insatiable, wanting to feast and consume. Even in the darkest, precarious place he could ever find himself in, Ryou Sakai becomes the awakener of truth and depth, passion and resurgence. And as if his life emerged from one delicate layer of gray brittle carcass-to-be, Hanzo Hasashi's breath remains withheld by a new edge; in awe of realities rebirth.

Pain may be Hanzo's constant companion, gripping his heart, clutching his soul, making his body ache, and taking utmost control, but how it fuels the permanency and sempiternality of his body, mind, and soul. For the rhythm of love and light shines evermore clear and bright, with a resplendent beauty of a life so rare and cherished. The ocean of silence Ryou exudes engulfs Hanzo in waves, and how it presses down on him, heavy and heavy, causing his stomach to clench and his heart to beat uncomfortably. Ears trying to writhe away from the familiar dull, but unyielding hum.

"How the precise moment of triumphing death plunges me in the epitome of ungrace amidst strife, and yet, how it becomes a erupting explosion of senses behold; a wonder to marvel, a story untold," Hanzo's eyes, like stars, sparkle with life as they speak of his unconquerable soul, pure and bright. His smile, like sunshine, chases away strife and manifests itself as a true source of joy, emanating warmth like a campfire in a calm presence of nature. "Death and life are a paradox so true, and as long as you remain beside me, my nurturer, protector, a guide, I will continue to dance with life and conquer the darkest of nights." 💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au)#(immortal)#✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight)#(I wanted to save this prompt just to say 'FUCK YOU' to JW4)#(I want him to live gdi)#sonxflight

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creadbrumbs · 1 year

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You have been a victim of my spam liking I am very sorry

Your art is DELICIOUS yes I've already eaten it, I have consumed it. I feel honored to behold such marvelous art <333

Any tips for digital art? Process/adjusting from traditional art?

Awww thank you so muchhh!!!!!!! 🥹♥️ you’re so sweet~ The most important thing (for me personally) for adjusting from traditional art was to experiment with a lot of different brushes. Finding the right brush was the most challenging for me but I find that textured brushes are a lot easier to work with and also turning on stabilizers to help with smoother lineart! If you are drawing with an ipad or a tablet, I highly recommend using a paperlike/textured screen protector 👍🏻

Also finding inspiration and what kind of digital artstyle you want to work towards and study other artists + their workflows (very helpful to follow along with tutorials or speedpaints of your favorite artists 🥹). And as anyone else would say, practice practice practice!! I hope this helps a bit and I wish you luck on your digital art journey~~ 😖

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a-friend-of-monsters · 2 years

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Sam and the Cheetah Courtesy of Rusanon

Sam convinces Daki to play Rabbits Teeth with them to train them on how to handle defending themselves against monsters better. Unfortunately, during it, Sam stumbles into a small hole and gets bit by a snake. It’s unfortunately venomous and they pass away - waking in that endless maze of doors once again. The key does not light up this time and the being within it doesn’t seem to want to cooperate in helping them find their way back. All doors are locked. When the key does light up, it leads them to an open door that spits them out somewhere in the middle of nowhere near a farm. Curious, they go to explore it. They become distracted, however, when they hear mewling sounds, and find a litter of rather large kittens in a pile of hay, Overjoyed, and against any better judgement, he runs to them to embrace them and play with them. In his excitement he does not notice the wings until they begin to play more. He suspects these may be Kari’s kits. Good news! Kari could certainly help. Eventually, two massive felines enter the barn, A familiar cheetah - and a jaguar. They are surprised - and unhappy, to find a human in their nest, and the Jaguar moves to attack Sam until Kari stops her, He recognizes the human. Leading Sam away from the barn, the cheetah returned to human form and embraced Sam. They had not seen each other for a long time. Sam explained to Kari what had happened, and that he had to return to the giant. Kari agreed to help despite Sams worries about the kittens. They still had their mother to protect them, after all. After searching the area for some supplies, they got atop the cheetah and it took to the air. Sam was happy to see the world from so high up. Truly it was a miracle to behold. From up here they could see many animals and monsters roaming the planet and could safely marvel at them. Sam begins to ponder his dream of living on a farm with monsters in peace until the ruins of a city spread out below them. Sadness fills him, living with Daki he had almost forgot the state of the world and how destructive monsters were. Their thoughts are interupted once more as Kari changes directions to land in a zoo. The animals that had not passed were starved and feral - Kari released any he could. After that, they continued their journey. Sam had many questions for the cheetah, but he could not answer them in his current form. They would have to wait. They landed as night fell and set camp, with Kari returning to the form of a man. Sam asked him about the zoo and he explained that it was the right thing to do - and that their kind always did what was right. Happy that, at least, the man was not alone anymore, Sam followed up by asking how one became a cheetah, or if they could. If he bit someone, would they turn into one? Mildly insulted, Kari explained that they were not at all like werewolves. Their form was not a curse and it was not something one could aquire by accident. It required a special ritual. Kari explained that the ritual is somewhat similar to a wedding: a person must say a special oath in front of the cheetah, promising to be faithful, kind, devoted, and never kill people. Then the man drinks the cheetah's blood, and at the end he kisses it, completing the ritual. Then follows the first transformation. The transformation is not painful and the sensations are more like a warm bath they plunge into head first. Fascinated, Sam calls it a night. They set out again the next day, but unfortunately land sooner than expected. Kari was wearing himself thin. His wings were tired and painful, he needed to rest them. They continued on foot. They are beset by werewolves soon after, hulking beasts with glowing green eyes and ravenous fangs. They attacked Kari - and the cheetah accepted the challenge. Unfortunately, the fight was not fair. Sam, despite his fears, ran to join the fight, eager to help the cheetah any way he could. The wolves ignored him, and he managed to kill them in the fray. Unfortunately, they had tore into Kari. The cheetah lay dying before him. Blaming himself for this, Sam apologized to the cheetah and stroked his head. The cheetah tried to purr in response, but was weak and quickly fading. Sam has an idea. A potentially stupid one, but literally the only one. They remove the key from their neck and hang it around the cheetah just ashis heart beats its last..... Kari awakes in a maze of doors. A voice asks him where he wishes to go. He could go home - or he could return to the human....or...he could go somewhere new. Kari demanded to return to Sam - but quickly reconsidered, deciding to ask for the whereabouts of Daki. A door opens nearby, and within lays a flood of horrors. Kari closes it and manages to find the door leading to Sam. They needed to find Daki fast. Sam waited on the otherside, worried his plan may not work. A door appears next to him and Kari leaps out and grabs them, dragging them back into the door he had come from. Sam manages to ask what’s wrong, and Kari explains that Daki is in trouble. That is all Sam needs to hear. Together, they open Daki’s door. Inside was a lab full of caged monsters. Tubes stuck from them in varying degrees, but the main one was a vile tube shoved down their throats that pumped them full of a green liquid. Daki was among them. They try to awaken the giant, but he was unresponsive. They soon hide as Legion step into the lab to access their experiments. The men in lab coats explained to their leader that these experiments would turn monsters against each other, turning them into the most effective weapons for their problem. Why fight monsters when you could make them fight each other? Let them wipe each other out for you. They could dispose of the trash later. Disgusted and horrified, cheetah and man decided it best to destroy the lab. This couldn’t be spread. They manage to find the control panels and begin the self destruct sequence. In a panic, Sam returns to Daki to attempt to wake him again. The giant awakes, but he is not himself anymore. Glowing green eyes greet Sam, and then lock on the nearest monster as it rises from its own slumber. In a rage, the monsters wake and begin to battle each other. Daki is bigger than most of the other giants, but there are many and he is quickly out numbered. The building began to collapse around them and Kari insisted they had to leave - with or without the giant. Unfortunately, there was no pulling him away from that mess. They remember Kari’s words from earlier - that one must do the right thing even if they are not kind - and they remember their trick with the key. They manage to wrap the key around the distracted giant before leaving with the cheetah. The building explodes soon after they escape, killing everyone and everything within. While the key had saved Sam and Kari, it still worried them to wonder if it would Daki. What if they key had been damaged or lost? What if Daki did not return? What if it was all for nothing? Daki awakes in a maze of doors. His head hurt and he was confused. The last thing he remembered was watching Sam die - and waiting for them to come back like usual. But they never did. He remembered the smell of many humans, of hearing something, and then the sharp sting of being shot - and then....nothing. He recognized this place though, and he knew that he had died. He didn’t understand. The voice laughed at him and told him he had a choice to make. Obviously, Daki wanted to return to Sam A door opened next to him, and he stepped out of it into the woods beyond. There was a familiar scent nearby, and eagerly, he followed it. Excited to be reunited with Sam, he rushed foiward to embrace them, ignoring the cheetah nearby. Sam told Daki of his journey, of what had happened and where they’d gone - of finding him in that cursed place, and how he had died - and how Sam had left him with the key to revive. Daki returned the key to Sam and thanked Kari for his help. Kari nodded and exchanged farewells, saying he needed to return home to his family. With a final goodbye, Kari extends an invitation to Sam. If he ever wished to become a cheetah like Kari, he would happily grant it. With a nod and a final farewell, the cheetah takes to the sky and departs. Alone again at last, Daki decides to eat Sam to keep him safe from monsters that may have escaped the lab and their journey continues.

#rusanon #answers #mini story #hehehehe figured out how to do read mores #bruh this has 1550 words #thats so many #this is so long #but also i enjoyed reading it ^^#thank you #imagine all the ways you can die in the apoc full of monsters and you die to a snake bite #astounding #lmao

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crazysencenobsessionistpx1ya · 15 days

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NaPoWriMo Day 4

(......Our (optional) prompt for the day challenges you to write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts. Perhaps you will be inspired by the “The Self-Perpetuating Sponge” or “The World’s Biggest Sneeze.” Or maybe the quirky descriptions of luminous plants, monstrous bears, or the language of ravens will give you inspiration.)

In nature's vast and wondrous scheme,

Where oddities roam, like in a dream,

Discover marvels strange and rare,

In our world that is beyond compare.

A sponge that perpetually thrives,

In hidden pools where mystery thrives,

Evolution is a fascinating dance,

In unseen realms, it takes its stance.

Amidst the forest's ancient trees,

A giant bear, if you please,

With thunderous sneeze and mighty blow,

Shaking mountains in its wintry show.

Plants that glow in twilight's hue,

A magical sight to behold and view,

Painting darkness with gentle light,

A fairy's dance in the peaceful night.

And wise ravens in the shadow's hold,

Speaking secrets, tales untold,

In a language known to their kin,

That echoes of the wild within.

The strangest things in the world, you should explore,

Where nature wonders, that they implore,

A tapestry of marvels told to me and you,

As each enchanting tale unfolds into something new.

~ A poem by me - P.V.

#writers society #original poem #poets on tumblr #poets society #napowrimo #day 4

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market-spy · 2 months

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Navigating the Expanded Perlite Market

Welcome, fellow curious minds, to a whimsical journey through the expanding world of perlite. As we embark on this adventure, prepare to be amused, enlightened, and maybe even a tad bewildered by the peculiarities of the global expanded perlite market.

Unveiling the Market Landscape:

In the bustling realm of construction, horticulture, and beyond, expanded perlite reigns supreme. Picture this: lightweight, insulating, and oh-so-versatile, perlite is like the Swiss Army knife of materials, ready to tackle any challenge thrown its way. From cozying up buildings to nurturing plants, its applications are as diverse as a chameleon’s wardrobe.

The Rollercoaster Ride of Market Dynamics:

Ah, the sweet symphony of market forces. But beware, dear reader, for amidst the melodious growth tunes, there lurk the menacing shadows of fluctuating raw material costs and pesky competition from alternative insulation materials. It’s a bit like riding a rollercoaster — thrilling highs punctuated by stomach-churning dips. But fear not! With a sprinkle of strategic wizardry, we shall navigate these twists and turns like seasoned adventurers.

Unraveling Regional Rivalries:

In the game of market dominance, North America struts its stuff like a proud peacock, flaunting its well-established industries and eco-conscious construction practices. Meanwhile, the Asia Pacific region emerges from the shadows with a burst of growth, fueled by the fiery engines of urbanization and infrastructure development. It’s a veritable clash of titans, with each region vying for its slice of the perlite pie.

Championing Sustainability:

Ah, sustainability — the noble quest to save the planet, one perlite particle at a time. As governments and environmental warriors rally behind the cause, the demand for eco-friendly building solutions skyrockets. And lo and behold, perlite emerges as a shining beacon of hope, with its insulating prowess and feather-light footprint winning hearts (and contracts) across the globe. It’s like watching Captain Planet swoop in to save the day, only with less spandex and more perlite.

The Quirky World of Market Players:

Ah, the merry band of market players, each vying for their moment in the spotlight. From Carolina Perlite Company to Termolita S.A.P.I. de CV, these names may sound like characters from a whimsical tale, but make no mistake — they’re the movers and shakers of the perlite realm. With a dash of innovation and a sprinkle of strategic alliances, they navigate the treacherous waters of competition, all in pursuit of that elusive pot of perlite gold.

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Conclusion:

And so, dear reader, our journey through the expanded perlite market comes to a whimsical close. As we bid adieu to this enchanting realm of lightweight wonders and insulating marvels, let us remember one thing: in a world fraught with challenges, a sprinkle of perlite magic can make all the difference. So here’s to embracing the quirks, riding the waves, and uncovering the hidden gems of the market — all with a twinkle in our eye and a hint of perlite in our hearts. Cheers to the expanding world of perlite, where the possibilities are as endless as the grains of sand in an hourglass.

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Hello!! Is it possible to ask for a (fem) reader x Bucky, (Chaotic besties that make out sometimes) where reader has the ability to heat up any part of her body to 100+ C degrees, (Can't catch on fire w/ out a bit've help, and if she uses it to much she gets a horrid fever, or 3rd degree burns) and she uses it during battle, for the first time in front of everyone, and scares most of the avengers because "How did she melt the creatures skin and grab it's heart?? WTF??"

very interesting concept i've got to say 😂

marvel masterlist

Title: You Can Set My Heart on Fire

Pairing: female reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: injuries, some gore, and chaotic besties

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

the Avengers know you have powers but don't know the full extent. other than Tony who recruited you after reading a file on you from SHIELD

you got in some trouble after having a meltdown (literally) and had to go into rehabilitation for a while before you got recruited.

you were a teen whenever the meltdown happened, and you didn't get much contact with other people so you're living your life to the fullest now. even though you're 26 when you join the Avengers you're still pretty lively and fiery (also literally)

when you joined the Avengers you were introduced to everyone, including Bucky, who was VERY quiet at first

you saw his shyness as a challenge and for two years (yes two years, he was a tough nut to crack) you made it your job to get him to open up

it worked, and in the process you guys became best friends

Steve thinks you influenced him a little too much because you're both kind of reckless and do dumb things sometimes

don't let alcohol anywhere near you two

the first time you two made out it was because you were drunk

that wasn't the reason the second, third, fourth... you get it.

what you two had going on was very convenient. you came and went as you pleased and didn't have many strings attached. you were still besties, but whenever you wanted someone to spend the night with you could go to each other

you found Bucky extremely attractive, and he also found you very attractive. you were also the only person that was dead set on getting him to become your friend instead of judging him for his past actions.

missions with the whole squad were very fun. you and Buck tag teamed and dicked around (but still got work done of course)

the first time you used the full extent of your powers was three years into you becoming an Avenger

normally you wouldn't need to use the full extent. you didn't want to use the full extent because you knew it wouldn't be pretty

but that particular mission was difficult. you were exhausted and had been fighting for what felt like forever.

you were already burning up and your skin was starting to blister.

unfortunately for the monster running towards you, you were aggravated. in less than a second you heated your arms up as much as you possibly could and grabbed the monster, burning through its flesh and gripping its heart. you ripped the monster in half and threw the burning heart at the next approaching creature.

you weren't aware that a couple of the Avengers were looking your way, but when you heard a "Ho-ly shit" from Bucky you turned around and saw everyone staring at you in awe

"What?" you asked, out of breath

"Didn't know you could do that," Clint said. "That's cool- wait are you supposed to be on fire?"

you looked down at your arms and lo and behold, they were aflame

you waved your arms around and swatted at your skin, which seared from the developing third degree burns

Bucky ran to help you, and together you put the fire out.

"This doesn't look too good doll," he said.

"I'm alright," you smiled

"Y/N," Bucky said, looking at you with a no bullshit face

"Okay maybe it hurts a little," you confessed. you were trying to brush it off so Bucky wouldn't worry. but it did hurt pretty bad.

"Uhuh. We'll take care of this when we get home."

the rest of the Avengers finished off the rest of the creatures while you took it easy (curtesy of Buck)

when you got home Bucky took you straight to his room.

"Wait here, I'll be right back sweetheart."

"Fiiiine," you grumbled.

a few minutes later he returned with bandages, an IV (who let him have that? you thought), and multiple ointments

he sat beside you on his bed and applied the creams to your forearms.

you winced

"Sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay. Thank you for helping me Buck," you said.

"Anytime doll. I don't like seeing you hurt." he looked up at you, taking his attention away from your arm

he looked at you so tenderly you couldn't help but kiss him. he immediately reciprocated, cupping your cheeks

without thinking you put your hand on the bed but regretted it almost instantly. you cursed

"You better take it easy on that arm," he teased.

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