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praphit · 3 years

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WandaVision: When you can’t let go of that robo-lovin.

So, I just finished watching "WandaVision", and I must say, right off the bat

- I LOVED IT!

Disney Plus is finally paying off. I'm in the group of peeps who got DP, not for the mouse, but for the ones whom the mouse is in bed with, and most recently on Mickey's playtime Marvel List - Wanda Maximoff and her robo-boy toy VISION... or is that “THE Vision”? - that seems kinda ostentatious, but whatever.

When I first heard that Wanda was getting a series, I said "Who cares?" I don't care bout no Wanda! What has she been other than a weird pest?

Let's review:

She tried to kill the Avengers, she accidentally injures and kills innocent people, she was getting in the way, so Tony Stark had to get his CPU (Vision) to babysit her, she falls in love with the CPU - can we talk about how strange this is? I didn't say wrong, just different, cuz honestly, we may be headed there soon. That movie "Her" might be a reality with how tech is going these days.

But, imagine I come to your home and fall in love with your laptop (which messes everything up for you with all your devices and your social media), THEN (as Wanda did with Vision), I run off on some romantic journey with all of your devices. Imagine how Tony would have felt, if he was still with us.

She had one job when it came to Thanos, and it ended up not mattering.

Then, went full rage on the wrong Thanos.

Idk if that’s a look (Thanos) pain, release, of he’s listening to his jam. Kinda looks like he’s saying “JESUS”. But, Wanda is pissed.

Wanda: "You took everything from me!"

Thanos: "Lady, I don't even know you!"

I didn't care about Wanda. But, damn, Marvel is so good that in one episode they made me care; one trailer, really.

If you had not seen the trailer for this series, you might be confused by the first episode.

You might even ask yourself - "What the bleep is this nonsense?!" We want heroes vs villains. We want super-powered explosions. We want capes, ridiculously tight clothes, bulky armor, and anything else that makes no sense to fight in.

You're giving me "Bewitched"?

I DID see the trailer, so I knew going in that it would be a slow burn with some nostalgia, some quirks, and some eeriness; right up my alley.

The change in Tv decade styles btw *chef kiss*

I figured that they'd be trapped in some mysterious, magical world - which they are...

Unless you're super geeky with the funny books, there's no way you'll see what's coming in this mystery.

And it IS a mystery, not only to the audience, but for the characters involved in this show. Don't nobody know what the hell is going on.

But, LaWanda and Vishawn

(sorry, I just wanted to use this pic - Ha! Y'all are crazy.)had help figuring things out:

Rambo

Yeah, it's actually Monica Rambeau,

but... admit it, some of you kept thinking about Rambo too, right?? No offense to this actress, but I'd rather see old man Sly play Rambo, and HIM be in this mysterious WandaVision town. Let's get Disney a lil bloody. Wishful thinking, I suppose.

Marvel WILL BE venturing into multiple universes soon, so perhaps Rambo finds his way to team up with The Punisher? Huh?? YEAH!

But, no... Rambeau (meh No personality, but whatever).

Randall Park -

He's that person we all know who has made us laugh so much in life, that they don't even need to say anything anymore; you look at them and laugh. I love this dude!

Kat Dennings -

I remember liking her more in the Thor movies. I found her annoying, this time around. She joins the mystery to figure tech stuff out, and she's a doctor or something (don't you forget it!). She also asks the team she just meets to get her some coffee, and acts like they're disrespecting HER, by their lack of response. I know she's a doctor and all, but damn! Imagine some electrician comes to your place to serve YOU, they're condescending to you, and then they ask you for some coffee. Get the hell outta here!

Oh, and there's a dude named “Director Dick”. That's my name for him, but the name fits.

The people in this town are acting out as if they've been scripted for some show. And all of these characters, AND US, get to figure it out together - through antics from different times in Tv culture.

Times sure were different back in the day:

No social justice issues implanted or cursing or sex or drugs... now, I'm not saying it was a better time, just a different one :) A time when dad jokes ruled! Simple times! Ignorance was bliss. But, it kinda wasn't - not really.

It's like having an animal die on your property somewhere, and it starts to stink. You COULD find the truth of the stench... or light candles everywhere. Some really strong candles - maybe some of those Gwyneth Paltrow candles.

Though the stench might get covered up, the problem is still there. At some point, your kids could find the dead rotting animal... maybe start playing with it... you get the point.

In this show, the townspeople's minds have been taken over by someone or something, and it's torturous for them. So... bliss on the surface, but... not so much, going deeper. I tell you all of this, plus great production in each epi, a good slow-burn mystery, and fun with comic characters in a way we haven't seen before on screen, and hell yeah - Grade: A series.

Now... spoilers.

You might want to leave now.

People, Wanda is the villain here. I'm not sure if that's the message the writers are trying to convey or not, but I don't care; she is the clear villain here.

Here’s Wanda reading some Hell book, conjuring some dark spirits - nbd.

We are rooting for her throughout this show; even after we find out that she has been (even if not maliciously) controlling every one, we still root for her.

I'm not saying that's bad, but we can't forget about what she has done! Remember, I said that the mind control was torturous for the townspeople.

There's a very emotional moment at the end of this series between Wanda and Vision, and between them and their kids (yeah, they have kids... that's a whole other thing). This moment is well done and touching. There's even a bad ass fight between Wanda and the "true... villain"? - of this story. I'll get to her in a sec (There’s a badass Vision fight scene as well).

I loved all of that! But, at the end of the day...

I know Wanda is grieving and all, we all grieve, but we all don't, in our grief, take a whole town hostage, torture the people, all while playing house with our family. That's kinda sick, no??

Are we doing a girl-power thing? or a “witches are people too” thing? or “but she’s doing it all for her family” thing (yeah, they’re not actually real, but whatever)? I don’t know.

I'm not sure that we know what a villain is anymore. It used to be clear - the guy with the beard was the bad guy, or the guy wearing the black outfit was the bad guy, or the people who aren't Americans are the bad guys :)

But, movies like "Joker" and "Deadpool" and Harley's joint have confused some.

Who else would be the villain? There's a character, the villain (i guess), a witch named Agatha Harkness, played by Kathryn Hahn

Here she is saying “I’m the villain? Really? What about her?!!”

- she's excellent btw; def the highlight of this show; her and Paul Bettany's hair game.

But, let's compare:

Agatha:

betrays her coven back in the day, sure, but why you bringing up old shit?

She allows Wanda to play out this fantasy for a while, and even played along. She could have just killed her when she was ignorant; that's what I would have done. She eventually shows Wanda the truth (granted, she then wants Wanda's power, but hey, everything has a price. And for all we know, she would have used all of that power to... cure the worlds diseases or something... though prob not:). Annnd maybe she killed an imaginary puppy. Convo for another time: if you kill something that's not real, does it matter??

That's it!

She didn't (like Wanda): abduct a town, torture its people, bring Vision back from the dead (kinda), endanger soldiers who were just doing their jobs, create weird fantasies (And did she have sexy time with previously dead, fake Vision? This thing gets even weirder if she did. But, let's not go down that path.) Oh, and she magically punted a black woman (Rambo) the length of a football field just for her asking Wanda some questions.

When the townspeople finally regain their minds (Lord knows how long it's been), they look at her with disdain, and I don't blame them. And what does Wanda do?? - shrug, put on a hoodie, and fly off - to break into somebody's home and read some devil book.

Where’s cancel culture in this universe?

I know she made us feel, but I ask again, who's the villain here?

Still Grade A stuff for me (again, I loved this!), but c'mon, people.

We get a glimpse of Captain Marvel 2 as well. My fingers are crossed. I actually liked the first movie. But, many others did not, and one of the reasons - Captain Marvel doesn't have much of a personality, and another - she's too powerful (no risk).

So, to answer the critics, we have Monica Rambeau - another ridiculously super-powered hero, with no personality. So, two unrelatable characters flying around in space, as Sam L Jackson tries not to curse. But, if Marvel can make me care about evil ass Wanda, I'll still hold out hope for Capt Marvel 2.

#wandavision #john praphit #praphitproductions.com #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #paul bettany #praphit #bewitched #disney #Marvel Comics #Movie Reviews #comicbooks #cancel culture #witchcraft #kathryn hahn #rambo #captain marvel 2 #action #mystery

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glacecakes · 4 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (4/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did… helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Chapter 4: Cassandra and Eugene still don't get along, so Rapunzel and Varian take it upon themselves to... push them along.

I've had this idea in my head since the very beginning. Essentially, this is a rewrite of Cassandra v Eugene, so if you haven't seen that episode, I suggest watching the first 20 minutes of it cuz I didn't want to rewrite every single scene. Otherwise this chapter would never get done. This is likely gonna be the only chapter that's an episode rewrite, the rest is all new-ish content. Shoutout to the Team Awesome and Scar Varian server for the support! If you wanna join them for some quality dadgene message me for the link :)

Previous chapters here

The earth on which Quirin walked was scorched and barren. Its dull brown was of dead soil, a stark contrast to the jet black rock protruding out of it. Quirin’s weary hand brushed across smooth rock, wiping away the bits of dirt and dust stuck to it. He sighed. Another village on the brink of ruin.

He’d seen it many times since his departure from the Dark Kingdom. It starts out small, a few rocks here and there. Then, they form clusters, and the offshoots become bigger and bigger, until spikes the size of horses are thrusting out of the earth. He’d even seen a poor soul impaled on one as it shot out underneath his feet. Soon enough, the rocks become too unbearable, too dangerous to live by, and the village is abandoned. Entire lives uprooted, ancestral homes abandoned, families separated by the diaspora. He knows it’s inevitable, that it will happen to this village too.

He also knows why.

She’s standing right in front of him.

“Ulla.”

The woman was loading barrels into a cart, but she stopped at her name. Her red hair is tied into a messy bun, the shoes of her feet caked in mud. She brushes dust off of her dress.

“Quirin,” she responded. She doesn’t turn to face him. “You finally found me, huh?”

“I did. There’s no more running.”

How does he start this conversation? He hadn’t seen her in over five years. For better or worse, he’s uncertain.

“...I wouldn’t take you for a farmer,” Quirin managed.

Ulla laughed, throwing her head back. “It’s my family’s home. I never thought I’d be back.” Her words turn dark at the end. Silence engulfs them both.

Then, she sighed. She turns, and she’s just as beautiful now as she was back then. An extra wrinkle stretched across her eyebrows, but otherwise, she was the same.

“Why are you here, Quirin?” She asked.

“You know why.”

At this, the woman scowled. She turned back around, fists clenched. “I don’t have it.”

Quirin blinked in shock. But… she had to! He’d been tracking the rocks for years, he knows how they work! What they are looking for! How can she not have it?

“Ulla, I saw you take it.” he says, exasperated.

“I didn’t have it then either!” She snapped, turning around to face him. Her eyes are wild, flushed with an anger the likes which Quirin has only seen in one other person.

That man is rotting in the Dark Kingdom with only a bird as company.

“That’s impossible,” Quirin responded, growing more ire. “Look around you, Ulla. The rocks have been following you all along. You settled in a town where they are sprouting. Tell me why I should believe you!”

Ulla rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “The rocks stopped growing months ago, Quirin. And they were never following me. Because I never had it. Trust me, I wish I had it! I took it for myself! And yet, here we are!” She throws her arms into the air.

The air is still. Even the birds are silent.

Ulla lowers her arms. “If I had it, the world would be a much different place, trust me.” Her words are bitter.

Quirin groans, because she’s not wrong.

That doesn’t answer his question, though.

“If it’s not here… where is it, then?”

Varian squirmed uncomfortably on the wooden stool he was seated on. “Can I move now?” He whined.

“Almost, just finishing up…!” Rapunzel chimed from behind the easel.

It’s not that he didn’t want to help Rapunzel, really! He really, really liked her! She was warm, gave the best hugs, and was constantly fretting over him like he’d seen other moms do. While Eugene was like the dad he’d wished for whenever he saw families pass by, Rapunzel was everything his momma wasn’t.

But he really didn’t want to sit still for ages while Rapunzel painted him. There was so much to see, so much to do! Toys to play with, treats to try and steal, places to hide in when he got caught trying to eat said treats…

“FITZHERBERT!”

Both Rapunzel and Varian flinched at the scream. The paintbrush scribbled across the canvas, leaving a blue streak across painted Varian’s eyes. The sundrop groaned, throwing her head back. That was the 4th portrait ruined this week!

“Come on, Varian,” She sighed, and the child scrambled off the stool. “Let’s go see why they’re fighting today.”

Varian gripped her hand tightly as they entered the foyer. Eugene and Cassandra glowered at each other from across the room.

“I don’t know what you’re so upset about!” Eugene cried. “No wait, wrong choice of words. I don’t care what you’re so upset about!”

Rapunzel fought back a groan. Why did they have to do this? Since Varian had come into the castle they’d toned back on the fighting, what with Eugene being too busy with Varian instead of having nothing to do except annoy Cass. After his disastrous first day, the small child had been a bit anxious to be anywhere without Eugene close by. But Varian was fully settled in now, and knew his way around as well as the people within his new home. So he was willing to hang out with other people sans Eugene.

Leaving the man free to annoy Cassandra to his heart’s content.

Cassandra’s voice is dripping with venom. “Not only did you take my halberd without asking, you got your disgusting hair all over it!” She spits. If looks could kill, Eugene would be back in Rapunzel’s tower bleeding out.

“How dare you!” Eugene crosses his arms. “First of all, I did not touch your halberd. Second of all, what is a halberd?”

Cassandra holds up a massive weapon, and Eugene’s eyes light up in recognition.

“Oooh! A halberd! Ok, ok, you got me, but check this out!” He gestures to his face. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom!”

“Try a monkey’s.” The lady in waiting bites. Varian ducks behind Rapunzel. At first, the princess worries he’s scared, but realizes he’s biting back a smile. The child may look up to Eugene like he hangs the stars in the sky, but he’s still a child, and the insult is rather funny.

“Ok everyone,” Rapunzel moves them both forward, stepping in. “Let’s take a deep calming breath, ok?” She exaggerates her breathing, motioning up and down in time with her breath. For his part, Varian dutifully takes a breath alongside her.

Neither Eugene or Cassandra take the breath. Instead, they keep going.

“To be fair, I asked several, several times,” Eugene crosses his arms, as if that ends the argument in his favor.

That only angers Cassandra more. She slams the pole to the floor. “And I said no! Every time!”

“Which shouldn’t matter, because we both know I don’t listen to you!”

Varian cocks his head in confusion. “Does that mean I don’t have to listen to her?” He whispers to Rapunzel. Eugene glances over like he’s won the lottery.

“Yes! Yes it does, my little pupil. Never listen to what Cassandra says!” He laughs, and Varian nods eagerly.

Cassandra’s teeth grind together. Any more and they’d be dust. “Your little brat already doesn’t listen! Anytime I try to fix his sleeves he screams and tries to bite me!” The child’s chest puffs up slightly at that, proudly displaying his rolled back sleeves.

“Oi, don’t call my kid a brat! He’s teething!”

“VARIAN IS FOUR!”

“Guys,” Rapunzel tries, putting on her best diplomatic voice. “This is ridiculous, come on.”

Neither Cassandra nor Eugene pay her any mind. It seems they’re only focused on one-upping the other, bouncing back and forth. She had seen enough. They’d be at it all morning at this rate. All she could do was gently lead Varian out the door, and out of earshot. Knowing those two, they’d be exchanging some words she didn’t want Varian learning.

“Hey, Punzel?” Varian tugged at her dress. “How come they don’t get along?”

The princess sighs. “I wish I knew.”

Varian glances down, tiny fists clenched. He’d seen many fights in his time on the streets. From couples bickering to business deals gone south; while Varian had never actively participated in a fight, he’d seen them from around the corner. He’d heard them at night when he tried to sleep under a warm windowsill.

Rapunzel noticed his unhappiness and leaned down to his level. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m sure they’d get along if they just spent a little one-on-one time together. After all, you didn’t know Eugene till he spent some time with you,” at the last word she poked his nose, earning a faint smile.

Wait a minute… that was it! They just needed some time together! Eugene had been busy with settling in and then Varian, and Cass had her duties, so they never really spent alone time together… but since Varian would be with her today, and Cass had the day off, what better time than now?

“I just had the best idea! Why don’t you and I set up a little fun for them, hm?” The small child’s eyes lit up in excitement.

Varian hummed, running down the hallway. In his hand he held a letter, carefully folded and marked To Fitzherbert. As much as he would’ve loved to add his personal touch to the letter, Rapunzel made it clear that it had to look like it came from Cassie.

Varian didn’t hate her, per say, he didn’t hate anyone! But Cassie grimaced anytime he called her that, and she was mean to Eugene, and Varian loved Eugene! How could anyone hate him? He’s nice, and gives great hugs, and he’s funny…

Speaking of Eugene, he was right around the corner, chatting with one of the guards Varian had no desire to learn the name of. He let out a little squeal of excitement, picking up speed to run straight into his caretaker’s legs.

“Eugene!” He cried, delighted. The man stopped his rambling and his eyes lit up at the sight of the boy.

“Heya, kid!” He ruffled inky hair. The little tyke’s adoration was overwhelming in the best of ways. Eugene would do anything to keep that smile plastered on Varian’s face. It was a similar love to the one he felt towards Rapunzel, but… different.

Fatherly, his mind whispered.

“I have a letter from Cassie,” Varian held the note out with both hands, big blue eyes pleading with Eugene to take it.

“Ah, making you do her dirty work, is she? I thought I said you didn’t have to listen to her?” Eugene chuckled, taking the letter.

Oh no! He had said that! Oh, Varian was in big trouble wasn’t he? His smile faded rapidly, and Eugene panicked. “Whoa whoa, no need to be sad, I’ll read it! Thanks for bringing it!”

It was still a struggle for Varian to let go of his old habits. The biggest one was being afraid of messing up. The kid had his sassy moments, but he always did as he was told no matter what. And anytime he thought he made a mistake, big tears would dribble down pudgy cheeks. It broke Eugene’s heart. It was a slow process, getting Varian to understand mistakes were ok, but hey, he didn’t cry today! That’s progress!

Varian gave him a weaker but still bright smile. “I gotta go back to Punzel now, love you.”

Eugene chuckled. “Alright, bud. You know the way?”

“Mhm!”

Eugene gave him one last hair ruffle, and the toddler marched off like a man on a mission.

So what did Cassandra want from him…?

The dungeon was oddly empty. His boots echoed across cold stone, the only noise he heard in this wing. There weren’t even any guards stationed.

Let’s see… 32… 33… ah! 34! Cassandra said she’d be waiting in here.

“Odd place for an apology,” Eugene muttered to himself, stepping into the middle of the prison cell. It was no different than it was during his last stint in Corona’s dungeons. Bleak, uninviting, and cramped.

“I’m sorry, did you say I was apologizing?” Eugene jumped four feet in the air at the woman’s voice. In the corner stood Cassandra, holding a paper near identical to his own. “Because this letter here says you’re here to apologize to me, for, you know, stealing my halberd.”

“If anything, you should be saying sorry to me! Telling me how to raise my kid, how rude!” Eugene huffed.

The incoming fight was cut off by the clang of a cell door.

Their cell door.

On the other side, Rapunzel twirled a ring of keys around her finger, looking pleased as punch. Varian stood at her side, grin unnaturally wide, like he had just been told Christmas had come early. And maybe to him it had. He bounced up and down, giggling.

The princess’s slyly grinned, a mischievous spark glinting in her eyes. “Time for the game to begin.”

“What game?” Cassandra groaned.

Varian couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. “We wrote the letters!” he blurted. “So you’d come down here, and we’d lock you in!”

Eugene gaped. His little boy, conspiring against him! “Guys, come on! You wouldn’t just sit there and lock us in right?” ...Right?

“Oh no,” Rapunzel butt in. “We would, and we have.” She steepled her fingers like the criminal mastermind she totally was. “And I’m afraid the only way for you to escape is to work together and solve a puzzle… of my design.”

Her voice took on a more royal tone, sounding more like a decree. “Within these walls you will find a series of strategically placed, increasingly difficult clues, each one more difficult than the last. Put them together, and you’re free to go…”

The little child by her side piped in. “Fail, and this prison cell will become your new home!” Varian’s little giggles grew louder, and louder, until he was full on maniacally laughing. Who taught Eugene’s sweet angel how to do that?

Varian’s laughter cut off abruptly to gaze back up at Rapunzel. “Did I say it right?” She gave him a thumbs up.

Ah. That’s who.

“Well, good luck!” And with that, Rapunzel took Varian’s hand and left the dungeon, ignoring the cries of protest.

Underneath their feet, on the floor below, their cries of protest weren’t ignored. Two men, hulking and thunderous, perked up at the sound of a familiar foe’s voice.

“Do you think it’ll work…?” Varian murmured, looking down at his feet as they walked. He kicked with each step, deep in thought.

Rapunzel grinned. “I’m sure it will! Just give it an hour or two, and they’ll be back with us! They’re gonna love what we’ve given them!” The toddler pouted. An hour? That’s like, forever! Oh well, he can wait an hour…

Varian couldn’t wait an hour. But to be fair, Varian didn’t know how long an hour was.

He groaned from his spot on the stool. Now that they had peace and quiet, Rapunzel wanted to finally perfect his portrait. He’d been in this stool 5 times now, and each time was worse than before! He couldn’t read, he couldn’t draw, all he could do was sit still as Rapunzel painted him. Each time he was promised cookies for his patience, but cookies just wouldn’t do anymore! Not when there was something exciting going down in the dungeons!

He flopped over, stomach on the stool. His feet kicked in the air, just barely brushing the floor. How much longer was this gonna take…?

“Pascal, hand me my shading brush?” Rapunzel murmured, no longer paying attention to what Varian was up to. She was too engrossed in her work, finally able to work in peace and quiet. “Maybe after this I can do some knitting… ooh! Or even some baking! Or maybe bake a pie…?” She listed off the ideas, glancing up at her chameleon to see his response.

Surely, she wouldn’t mind if Varian went to check up on Eugene and Cassie?

“Punzel… can I go see Eugene?” He asked, practically upside down on the stool.

“Mhm, sure,” she mumbled, too engrossed in painting the background of her portrait to really comprehend what the child was saying.

It was all he needed. As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Varian sprung up from his seat fresh as a daisy. He raced out the door, carefully retracing his steps towards the dungeon.

As he descended down the steps, he heard familiar voices.

“Cut… it… out!”

“You cut it out, the jack was my idea!”

“Me, me, me, it’s all about me!”

“That’s because I’m far more interesting!”

Varian approached the cell, pleasantly surprised to see the two of them had figured out the puzzle and were at the last step.

“Hi Cassie! Hi Eugene!” He cried, starling the two adults. The jack, carefully constructed out of the bits and bobs Rapunzel had hidden, went flying. It shattered on the floor and its parts fell into the grate lining the cell floor.

“No!” Cass moaned, reaching into the air in desperation. She collapsed to her hands and knees. “DAMNIT!”

“Language,” Varian murmured.

Eugene wailed in annoyance. “My comb! That was the first thing I ever stole!” He glanced over his shoulder to see Varian standing quietly, anxiously.

The child whimpered. He’d messed up… and now Eugene and Cassie would never get out!

“Hey, it’s not your fault, kid. You just spooked us. It happens.” He held a hand out for Varian to grasp, and the child took the comfort readily.

“I’m sorry… I keep messing up,” he whimpered. His voice echoed off the stone walls, entering the grate, down to the ears of two brothers who had just found themselves with the materials to build a jack.

“Hey hey, it’s ok, Varian. As long as you’re with me, you should never feel afraid to make a mistake. I mean, I’ve made a lot of em, and I turned out just fine!”

Varian giggled. “Love you, Eugene.”

Eugene squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Love you too, kid.”

That was all well and good, but they still needed the jack. Cassandra sighed. “Varian, there’s a few cells down below, the staircase is to your right. Can you run down and grab what fell?”

Varian hesitated. “Eugene said I can’t listen to you,” he murmured, not wanting a repeat of last time. The handmaiden rolled her eyes. She punched Eugene’s arm.

“Ow! Hey Varian, can you run downstairs and grab my comb for me?” Eugene smirked. Another punch. “Ow! And the rest of the stuff?” Wordlessly the child raced over to the staircase, disappearing from view.

“You really love that kid, huh?” Cassandra sighed, watching him leave.

“Yeah, I do. I know it’s only been a couple weeks but… he means everything to me.” His eyes softened. “Just like with Rapunzel. Love changes you.”

Cassandra couldn’t help but smile. “He’s lucky to have you.”

“I’d argue I’m lucky to have him.”

The two lapsed into silence. Eugene leaned against the wall of the cell, while Cassandra fidgeted with her gloves.

Suddenly, soft footsteps approached the cell. “Ah, Varian, I take it you found the jack?” Eugene didn’t look behind him.

“Not exactly.”

The man froze. That wasn’t Varian. He knew that deep, menacing voice.

Cassandra shot up from the bed in shock, and Eugene felt his world shatter as he turned around.

Standing free were the Stabbington brothers.

Sideburns held the ruined jack.

Patches held a squirming, sobbing Varian.

“Hello, Rider.”

#tangled #tangled the series #varian #tts #tts varian #tts eugene #tangled eugene #eugene fitzherbert #team awesome

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pretty-well-funded · 5 years

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Are you still taking up prompts? The last one was so good like damn Also for the prompt thing if it’s still open: Mafia Tony kidnapping Peter and conditioning him so Peter would be his little slut?

apologies to the other two individuals whose prompts I skipped over cuz this INSPIRED me - I will circle back tomorrow, I swear.

warning for classic brainwashing techniques and, sadly, no porn yet.

They grab Peter right off the street, at 2am.

He should have been at home asleep, but apparently Peter doesn't learn from his mistakes. He's grabbed, hooded, tied, and tossed in a van before he can blink, and before he can recover from the shock and struggle, a needle slides into his arm and he's out.

He wakes up in a small concrete room in his boxer shorts, which is... It's been long enough for him to be hungry, so maybe morning. The room is so small he can't even stretch out on the floor, and Peter's a small guy, still waiting for a growth spurt that might never come. Parkers don't run big.

So it's...three feet by five feet, maybe. Concrete floor, concrete walls, concrete ceiling, and cold like he's underground. Not dirty, though. The cement is pale and clean, like it was pressure-washed recently, and that...isn't comforting. There's a drain in the sloping floor.

The room holds 5 objects: 3 gallons of water, a bucket, and Peter.

He tries not to panic at that.

The door to the room is steel, with no knobs or locks on the inside. There's a food slot against the floor, which is locked, plus what he's guessing are two sliding windows, one at eye-level when Peter's standing, one at eye-level when he's sitting up. They're also locked.

Overhead, there's a light bright enough to make him feel like it's a supermarket, and a camera. The cell - and Peter can't call it anything but a cell - may be small, but its ceiling is at least 10 feet. Peter can't reach the fixtures even when he stands on the overturned bucket (he tries).

He watches a fly crawl straight up the wall and feels jealous.

No one comes for him.

He knows they must be watching on a monitor somewhere. He yells and throws the bucket hard enough to smack the durable housing of the camera, but no one comes to check or gloat. No one comes to feed him, either. Peter drinks his water - carefully, rationing just in case - and pees down the drain, and when he has to, on what he thinks is the second day, shits in the bucket.

The lights go off sometimes, and he can only guess it's at night. It's not completely dark, there's a red light, and Peter finds himself grateful for that mercy. Without it, he'd be left in the pitch black, and he thinks that might drive him insane. He's not scared of the dark, but in THAT kind of darkness he knows the mind plays tricks, and his sleeping-waking schedule has gotten weird.

He was so hungry for the first two light cycles, then somewhere in the third, his stomach stopped growling. He feels hollow, and it aches a little, but it doesn't feel like what he considers hunger. Peter's never been this long without food - what he thinks is four days - and any tantrums he might have had are beyond him right now. His mind is racing in a surprisingly energized way...one that makes sleeping difficult. His body, though, is sluggish. By the fourth "day," he doesn't even bother sitting up.

Peter's known who had him from the first time he woke up - there's only one person who can. Nothing like a kidnapping happens in this city without Tony Stark's approval, and Peter's been...a pest. Deliberately antagonizing, ever since Ben. He's not entirely sure what he thought he would accomplish - and he's thought on that a lot since he arrived - but he didn't really expect it to be...this. Aunt May must be out of her mind.

Still, Peter is a little surprised that when someone finally comes to see him, it's Tony Stark himself.

The top window opens, then closes, and Peter sits up for the first time in hours, heart pounding at the sudden change after days of nothing. Then the bottom window opens, and he sees that famous and feared face maybe five feet away, well out of arms reach, just sitting on the floor of the hall in his expensive suit, leaning against the wall and looking at Peter.

"You don't look like the holy terror that my people seem to think you are."

Peter doesn't speak, too aware that he holds exactly none of the cards to let himself release any of the venom trapped in his throat. Tony Stark smiles like he hears some of it anyway and finds it adorable.

"You hungry?"

Peter hesitates, but he's acutely aware of his stomach, so he nods.

The food slot opens and a tray is pushed through. It's just soup, but Peter couldn't care less, and he tucks in right away.

Tony Stark just stays and watches.

"Push it back through," he says, when Peter's finished. He does.

The soup has perked him up a bit. His voice sounds odd and disused when he says, "How long have I been here?"

"Well, let's see. We grabbed you way past your curfew on Sunday night, or rather Monday morning, and now it's Friday, roughly dinner. Your Aunt May is very worried. She seemed beside herself on the evening news, Wednesday."

Peter's jaw clenches and he tries not to speak.

"It's funny, they told me you're chatty as hell when you're out on the street making a nuisance of yourself. And now I've spent the better part of half an hour with you, and gotten five words."

Peter wants to say a lot of things, and half of them are expletives. He wants to ask why he's here, or what they're going to do with him, why he isn't dead already, if they'll ever let him go. But he suspects he won't get any answers, so he doesn't give the satisfaction of having asked.

"This is your own fault, you know," the man says eventually when Peter doesn't speak. It takes every scrap of Peter's willpower not to respond. "I'm not talking about the property destruction or tips to the police, though that has been a monumental pain in my ass. But I never would have let my men grab you in broad daylight. Or hell, even a reasonable hour. I gave strict orders - only grab the kid if he's out and about when good boys are all in bed. You should've stuck to your curfew, Peter Parker."

Peter breathes and keeps his mouth shut. Tony Stark tips his head and stares at him for a while, waiting Peter out.

And when he doesn't speak, Tony Stark smirks and says, "You'd think you would've learned better than to pull that shit by now. Isn't this also how you got your uncle killed?"

"It's your fault he's dead, you piece of shit."

"Whoops," the man says, looking far too pleased with himself. "I'm afraid rude boys have to sleep on concrete with no dinner. Or breakfast, or lunch..."

The viewing window snaps shut and doesn't give when Peter throws himself at it, pounding and swearing until he's panting and exhausted.

He curls in on himself, trying to conserve body heat, and hates himself a little, wishing he could tell Aunt May that he's sorry, until he falls asleep.

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Endgame Callbacks and References

proceed with caution - there will be a break before spoilers start but it may not work on mobile. If it does not work, I put 5 bold, header "Endgame Spoilers” in the beginning and 5 bold, header “End Post”s at the end

Please feel free to DM me I would love to talk to someone about this.

I literally spent 2 hours typing up my feeling and categorizing them so yeah this is just the references I remembered but I have other categories lololol and hopefully if I have time to format it I will post them later too.

This obviously is not all of them it isn’t many at all actually but hopefully when I watch it again on Friday I can add more cuz I loved the references.

Endgame Spoilers

references/callbacks - these are all internal to like marvel itself

Joe Russo in support group

the same Russo bro was in Winter Soldier as a doctor

really liked how the subtly added an explicitly gay character, it was not the main point. as someone who is gay, I am always in disbelief when I see representation and I really could not believe it when he referred to his partner as he, I was so happy.

“Suit of armor around the world”

age of ultron

Tony, I love you. but it would have only delayed Thanos a little bit, it is the thought that counts.

Captain America’s Ass

okay this is not really a reference but this is just an homage to Chris Evans’ amazing backside

love that they pointed this out, love that they talked about it for a while

love that Tony commented on it and basically confirmed bisexuality love that

i like to think that this was for the fans

THOR VIKING BEARD

again not really a reference

there was a tumblr post going around that thor never got his braided hair well he did get braided hair or at least i think it was somewhat styled in thor 2 but WE GOT the braided beard babey with the full power up yummmm yess go off sir

also tell me thor in the end did not look like aquaman... or give you aquaman vibes love that for him and his final character arc, giving up his throne to valkyrie cuz he knows its not for him

Loki into Cap

callback to Thor: The Dark World

I knew as soon as I saw Loki again when they went back that they were going to think cap or tony was loki in disguise and they even pointed that out with loki transforming

it’s funny how loki only turns to Cap or at least he has done him the most from what we have seen

“I can do this all day”

the first avenger, civil war

This one was an obvious one, but I loved it just as much and future cap’s response? so good loved that for them

Elevator Scene

winter soldier

biiitcchhh i was toooo hyped when I saw this, but I just realized now, of course there was gonna be a callback to winter soldier and so like exactly because the Russos directed it obvi. But this was so good

like did they use the same footage in the beginning? (ik they didnt) It felt dead same to me but there were some different characters right? like was sitwell there in that scene in tws?

Hydra Cap

scene itself to Winter Soldier, Cap knowing they were hydra and reference to the comics plot twist that everyone was up in arms about

I think this was strategic for cap and I am pretty sure Chris Evans was against hydra cap? right so it was definitely not approving it or anything

the men "didnt feel so good" - when Cap is distracting Hank Pym

infinity war

I really don’t know if this was intentional but I was just like ……… really marvel youre gonna do us like that

"operating a machine" - howard stark

Iron Man 2

where he said tony was the best thing he ever created/invented, talking about him like a tool…...more on this another time

Jarvis!!!

agent carter

the same actor from agent carter! love him the most

“on your left”

from winter soldier

i died at this part, it took me a second to like process what was happening but jaglakjdf love u sam :((

“Avengers Assemble”

callback to tease in Ultron, and comics obvi

I may have cried. I was waiting for that. It was so good.

Steve Rogers wielding Mjolnir

from age of ultron…….more on this another time

callback to cap budging the hammer in age of ultron

“don’t worry she’s got help” - female characters

Infinity War

I don’t know if this counts since it was literally from Infinity War, maybe not the exact wording, but…... more on this another time

Someone standing behind Wanda

in the funeral scene there was someone standing behind Wanda, Bucky, and Sam that I did not recognize and idk if I’m just blind but they looked like evan peters to me...... and i know it was not him from searching it but i thought it was like an introduction of xmen to the mcu slowly as disney bought fox but i was wronggggg but who was it? was it maria hill? I saw she was credited in the well credits but i swear i dont remember seeing her in the movie

Wanda and Clint’s dynamic still remaining

callback to age of ultron

father and daughter relationship, really good

“don’t do anything stupid until I get back” “how can i? youre taking all the stupid with you”

from the first avenger

:((((((( i- that was very emotional like i didnt process that one either that was like deep in the recess of my memories wow that was solid

Clink of Tony working on the original Iron Man suit - end screen

from Iron Man (2008)

I did not actually infer that it was from Iron Man at first, that was in the back of my mind, but given that end scenes are always about the future I thought it was like the forge where stormbreaker and mjolnir and the gauntlet were made and referencing future characters, weapons, etc. But it was a great callback alkdfjalskdjfajlafjdklajkdl I love Tony :(((

also some unedited ramblings (i only added periods to make it somewhat comprehensive) :

I had the ending robbed from me by dumbasses on instagram. I predicted tony would take the gauntlet and die from it because I knew he was going to die. I wish I could relive watching that not knowing, but if any marvel fans want to tell me how they felt I would love to listen and talk about endgame and the mcu with you and live vicariously through you. that black widow dying and cap getting old was also spoiled. I thought cap was gonna stay when they time traveled the first time but I knew where the soul stone business was going. I wanted to sob at Tony dying and I knew I would have if I didnt know, but I already knew and had accepted it but now it feels like he isnt actually dead idk like when tony almost died in iw I cried so I know I would have sobbed.... but even so tony’s death had been spoiled to me 3 separate times in the three days since its been released and each has been on a different day so I guess it was meant to be but im still mad that was taken from me

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#endgame #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame #a:e #a:e spoilers #spoiler #spoilers #long post

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