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nyktoon · 2 years

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Personal design of UF!Papyrus, codex name “Aureus.” :D

About him and the Underfell setting:

All monsters are required to begin military training as children. Every so often there are trials -- essentially deadly puzzles and obstacle courses -- and tournaments to weed out the weak and elevate the strong. These are subdivided by region and age; all adults of a region compete together, but younger monsters have multiple age brackets. After progressing far enough in the tournament, the fights stop being to-the-death and become about wealth, power, and status. In the adult competitions, the monsters who perform best are recruited to the Royal Guard.

Aureus oversees Snowdin Town as its chief commander (which, as all political positions are also military ones, makes him basically the mayor). He is very personally involved in both youth training and upkeep of the adult militia, and does his best to ensure his trainees and soldiers are capable of surviving. He wants to keep as many of them alive as possible.

Along with combat training, he designs his own puzzle trials that aim to simulate the official ones but do not actually kill the participants, so they can practice to perform better when their lives are on the line. Most of Snowdin Town deeply respects him, but he has trouble with closer interpersonal connections both because of his status and his larger than life personality.

He pushes people hard, and can be overbearing and controlling because he takes his responsibilities very seriously and tends to think people should just listen to him. He has a lot of people's lives on his shoulders... and the gravity of that makes him very assertive and sometimes uncompromising. But it really is all about trying to keep the people under his care safe. Although he looks intimidating, his usual demeanor is friendly and energetic, if somewhat forceful. He's just as genuinely encouraging as he can be demanding.

Aureus doesn't believe anyone is expendable. Everyone has something to offer if they're given the chance to learn and develop. The most heartbreaking thing for him is that not everyone is going to get that chance -- children who might otherwise be late bloomers aren't going to make it through their first trials; that’s part of why he pushes so hard. Even for the most skilled, however, simple mistakes can happen. Inevitably some people won’t make it through. Aureus can't save everyone... but he really does his damndest.

Because of how bleak things generally are, Aureus regularly organizes town festivals to try to keep up morale. Ruber (UF!Sans) helps him with this and is often the one to “break the ice” and get their neighbors into a festive mood, but Aureus himself is quite social and lighthearted at these events.

Snowdin is still considered pretty backwater and therefore low-status, but Aureus's personal friendship with Undyne helps him with requisitioning enough to keep the townsfolk mostly safe and fed, supplemented with Ruber's backchannel gains. Conditions are much worse for the "lesser class" monsters in the more densely populated regions of Hotland and New Home, where the class divide is a lot starker. Waterfall is decently propserous, as Undyne has a fondness for her home region, but even there, people are mindful of their status.

Snowdin's always been a little less rigid because it's so far away from the real centers of power that "anybody who's anybody" doesn't want to be there. There HAVE been bitter, abusive people in charge there before, but under Aureus's command and oversight, the town's culture is much more harmonious and focused on everyone working together to survive. And he is quick to remind people that “even someone from a backwater town can become a great war hero if they try hard enough!!!!”

#nyktooned #uf!papyrus #fell!papyrus #papyrus underfell #aureus #my ocs

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eiilleen · 2 years

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Thinking I need to balance all the angsty Starker I have upcoming with something smutty and lighthearted. Need me some smutober prompts because I am fresh out of ideas.

#sorry for the hurt but I’m a sadist #love me the angst #starker #g’day

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starkeristheendgame · 4 years

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The Ultimate Betrayal

The text comes at 5:15pm, unexpected and ominous as he scrolled idly through Tumblr.

[The King] Report to couch. [17:15]

Peter's brows furrowed as he sat bolt upright, re-reading the message. Report to couch? He mouthed to himself, head tilting. Tony had never used the word 'report' before. Even when they were actually reporting back.

"JARVIS?" He asked the room.

"Yes, Mr. Parker?"

"Where is Mr. Stark now?"

"The penthouse common area, Sir.”

Hm. Ergo; the couch. Peter shuffled out of bed and slipped on a pair of Vans, padding out of his room and down the hallway to the indoor balcony that surveyed the lower portion of the penthouse. He could see the couch from there and he could see Tony and...Steve?

Peter's heart plummeted. He tried to turn on his heel and creep back to his room. He could pretend he was asleep; ask JARVIS to lie for him. Tony was facing the opposite way and his hearing probably wasn't that good at 46.

"I know you're there, Parker," Tony called out, and Peter cursed softly. Far below, Steve snorted and promptly swallowed the sound. Peter turned on his heel and made his way down the sweeping staircase.

He rounded the couch and came to a halt in front of the duo. Tony was sat tall and spread-legged in the middle, head high and unlit cigar dangling between two fingers. Crammed in a corner sat Steve, head ducked and studiously avoiding Tony.

"Yes, Mr. Stark?" he asked meekly. Tony's warm-honey eyes rolled across to him, calculatingly disappointed.

"Ah, Mr. Parker. Kind of you to join us," Tony drawled, giving him a lopsided and decidedly unfriendly smile. "My apologies for interrupting your leisure time. I just have some small matter to discuss..."

Tony reached into his pocket and withdrew a movie ticket with a flourish. Peter nearly fainted.

"What is this?"

"Uh-"

"Trick question. I know what this is. This is a ticket to The Rise of Skywalker," Tony accused, brandishing the ticket like a print-out of Peter forgetting to clear his Internet history.

The teen rounded on Steve. "You said you wouldn't tell him!"

"He put a tracker on my coat! What kind of a psycho does that?!" Steve defended, appalled.

“The kind who knows you’re pathetically vulnerable to a cute face and good manners,” Tony shot back, waggling the ticket stub in his face. Steve’s argument died on his tongue and he could only flush guiltily, turning his head away again.

“Mr. Stark-” Peter began, but he shrank under the man’s gaze. “Its...Not that serious?” He tried weakly, trailing off at the end. He was regarded coolly for a moment, before the man sniffed lightly.

“In which case, you won’t mind if I go ahead and watch the next three episodes of Supernatural without you, hm?”

“But that’s-!” Peter slumped, defeated. “Okay. Yeah. That’s fair,” he admitted quietly. Equality and all that, he figured. Tony gave a low hum and waved a hand, dismissing them both, and Steve was up from the couch like a shot before the older man could change his mind, ushering Peter out of the room.

“He takes that pretty seriously, huh?” the Captain asked after a moment of silence, and Peter nodded with the hint of a grin curving his mouth.

“You have no idea. I’d check your suit and shield thoroughly before you suit up next.”

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mintystarker · 5 years

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Has anyone done this yet-

#shitpost #incorrect starker #gonna post some angsty starker at some point soon so heres something lighthearted #mine

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learned-foot · 4 years

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Two New Starker Fics (that are full of aaaaangst)

Hi friends. I wrote some stuff recently. One of these is a thing I worked on for like a month and a half. One a wrote in two days. I like them both?

Closer to a Prayer

“I think I’m dying.”

Peter stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, blinking. It feels weird to say it out loud.

In which Peter's powers turn against him, Mr. Stark is back and suddenly acting kind of weird (and by weird he means flirtatious), and it’s all a lot to handle at once.

Words: 17k // Rating: E // Warnings: Generally angst angst angst, though with a happy ending

In which what it says on the tin goes. There is a lot of angst. There is also a lot of flirting. This one is very me, in that in the end, things work out, even if getting there is tough (and getting there is tough).

trouble on my tongue

Sometimes, Tony has to stop, look around, and ask: how the fuck did I wind up here?

This, ladies and gentlemen, is one of those times.

Words: 4.7k // Rating: E // Warnings: underage, unhappy ending

This, on the other hand, is absolutely NOT me with this ship. No happy ending. No slightly-magical thinking/handwaving to make sure that actually, it all works. We just have Tony, his bad decisions, his guilt, and canon. This is definitely not where I want to live with this ship all the time, or even often, but it was fun to roll up my sleeves and see if I could make this kind of fic work. Based on the feedback, it seems the answer is yes, which is nice.

In other news...

Apropos of literally nothing, I also wrote Drarry for the first time in a decade. Apparently I needed a lighthearted breather after those two angstfests! Hilariously, despite being written in under 24 hours and me not having ever written the ship before, that’s the most popular of the three. Go figure. Drarry fandom be poppin’. (Or people just prefer fluff and humor to angst...yeah, that also sounds right).

Finally, some itty, bitty drabbles that might be of interest that I also wrote:

Patience (Starker, good ol’ smut)

Forget (Tony, with backstory very-bad Tony/Obie)

Goes With the Robes (Peter & May with shades of Peter & Tony, gen)

Challenge (Pepper/MJ)

Worship (Pepper/MJ)

#starker #starker fanfiction #peter x tony #peter x tony fanfiction #drarry #drarry fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #my fic #my writing

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starker-stories · 4 years

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The Cold, Chapter 9 - The Messages Series

This chapter on AO3

By @thestarkerisobvious and @starker-stories

New chapters in the series post every Thursday.

All links are to AO3. You don’t need to be a creator to have an AO3 account. You can have one solely as a reader. But to read anything at all in this series, you can just be an anonymous reader and/or commenter.

The best way to keep up with The Cold is to subscribe to the story on AO3. And the best way to keep up with the Messages Series is also to subscribe to it as well as the individual stories. That way you’ll know when the next book is added.

Tags: Tony Stark Feels, Peter Parker Feels, College Student Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Tony Stark Still Has Arc Reactor, Arc Reactor Kink, Peter Parker is a Mess, Spider-Man powers, Communication, They Finally Communicate!, And Fuck Of Course Look at Who It’s Written By Of Course They Fuck, Avengers Compound

The entire Messages Series. All links are to AO3.

Messages Unsent (complete & posted)

Nothing More Than A Machine (complete & posted)

Tomorrow (complete & posted)

My Virgin (Revisited) (completely & posted)

The Cold (completely written) Posts Every Thursday

There’s been a change.

The Cold is the final book in the main line of the Messages series. There will be 11 chapters in total (I miscounted last week.) Today is chapter 9, so today and 2 more Thursdays until the book and the series are finished!!!

What were formerly the last two chapters will be written as Messages Interludes and won’t be posted to the same schedule that Messages has been because there are time jumps between them and Messages that will take them out of the Messages series.

Interludes exists because neither of us can let go of this version of Peter and Tony and want to write much more with them. The best way to follow any future stories with this Peter and Tony in them is to subscribe to the Interludes series link.

The Opposite of Cold ( in progress )

Untitled ( in progress )

More? Very likely!

Chapter 9: Running the Fuck

Peter found himself standing with Tony Stark at his feet, and he found he enjoyed it very much.

Looking down at the man at his feet, he began to unbutton his own shirt.

He took his time, holding Tony’s eyes in his all the while. Finally he pulled it off and, holding it in one hand over Tony’s body for a moment, dropped it onto the man’s chest.

Clothes landing on top of him did absolutely nothing to help Tony’s attempt to get his laughter under control. Peter peeled his undershirt off in one smooth motion and dropped it playfully onto his face. That was too much of a challenge! Tony pulled the undershirt off of his face and tossed it back in the direction of Peter’s head. Unfortunately his position of flat-on-your-back, aiming up at a looming young man meant that he missed. Spectacularly.

Peter began to undo his belt, watching Tony carefully. He loved watching Tony relax (he hadn’t heard the man giggle in far too long) and hoped it meant he’d be allowed to do what he planned to do next.

With belt and flies undone Peter let his trousers fall below his knees, which meant he could lose them as he knelt in one smooth motion (god, he loved being graceful) until he was clad only in his boxers as he began to nuzzle Tony’s erection. He toed his socks off in that position, then began unfastening Tony’s belt, opening up his flies and nuzzling in. He teased Tony’s cock with his teeth through the fabric, but only for a moment, never knowing when Tony was going to end this and take control.

And then it occurred to him… what if Tony didn’t?

He took his time working Tony’s shaft through the fabric, making no move to undress him further. And when Tony’s hands did come down he pushed them away.

And he kept pushing them away. He said nothing as he worked Tony out of his trousers (gently, the same way Tony liked to undress him) but left the boxers on.

He would loved to have tossed the trousers on the floor, but they were the expensive kind, so he had to break for a moment, sit up, and lay them aside.

Tony got the hint. No hands. That could make it… fun. He started reaching down, but before Peter could push his hands away, he pulled them back, very deliberately, himself, taking control of where they went. He wouldn’t touch. He’d let the kid do all the work. No hands. And no reactions. Make him work for it. Let’s see what the kid does with that. Tony gave a small little smug smile.

Peter lay himself on top of Tony’s legs, rather than between them, wrapping one arm around both and hugging them to himself, acting out yet another very old fantasy. He used his other hand to stroke the man’s calf and ankle as he busied himself with the challenge of giving head without using his own hands.

“Might just let you get me off like that. If you can,” Tony said, hovering his hands above the waistband of his boxers. “But… you threw me on the bed and I can’t get what you promised me with these on.” Tony stretched himself out and casually put his hands behind his head. He looked down and watched Peter mouthing him. Almost teasing himself. Drawing it out. Letting himself enjoy every part of the process. And it was fun to watch him doing that. Sure, his hands kinda itched to go down to Peter’s head and tangle in his hair like they usually did. But this… just watching and waiting? Oh yes, that was good.

Peter made a hungry noise and began licking any flesh he could get to as soon as it was exposed. He nudged Tony’s boxers down with his chin as he started mouthing and teasing Tony’s cock at the base, pressing his tongue against the skin and enjoying the texture, the scent. God, Tony never let him spend this much time down here! He’d have to use his hands soon, of course (Tony had asked for EPIC after all) but for now he thrilled at the feel of Tony’s legs in his embrace. Oh, this was good. This was very very good. Peter licked lower, teasing his lover’s scrotum, before finding a vein and tracing it upward with the tip of his tongue.

The boxers were down far enough. Tony was too distracted to worry about them anymore. But they were in the way dammit. Tony squirmed more to try to get them lower, but not too much because he didn’t want to accidentally move away from what Peter was doing. That was too good. The kid must’ve been going on that porn site again.

Peter thrilled at the sensation of Tony wriggling beneath him, although he wondered at the silence. Tony was reacting, certainly (although he was trying not to — those moans and caught breaths that he didn’t want Peter to hear were everything) but otherwise speechless. That was a good sign. The less Tony spoke, the more Peter got to play.

Peter wrapped his other arm around Tony’s legs and held tight. He would need his hands to get Tony into his mouth and he wondered, could he tease Tony long enough that the man would reach down and do it himself? Would he ask permission first? Ah god, Tony feeding Peter his cock was an old fantasy indeed. He smiled at the thought, placing wet kisses up the shaft stopping just short of the head, then worked his way back down to the base. Then he slowly worked his way back up to the top. When he arrived he stretched up to work his mouth over the tip, trying to catch what he found there on the very center of his tongue. He moaned at the taste.

Tony’s hands seemed to still be obediently under his head, a thought which amused Peter to no end, and with a bit of wiggling Peter found he could coax the head of Tony’s cock into his mouth, and soon he found himself vigorously sucking on the tip and holding the man’s legs tightly, enjoying the results.

Still, Tony said nothing.

And that felt odd. Certainly some words should be said at this point, wasn’t that how sex was done? Of course, Tony was always in charge of the talking, and if Peter was ‘running the fuck…’

He glanced up at his lover’s face. (He had been assured many times that it wasn’t rude and he always tried to remember that.) He looked into Tony’s eyes as he wet the tip of his tongue and ran it up the shaft again. Tony was looking down at him, aroused, but also looking… mildly amused?

Oh that would not do.

More teasing was in order. He shifted position and, with his left arm still firmly around Tony’s legs, he brought up his right hand and began stroking the man’s stomach. (He always lost control when Tony touched him this way.)

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Tony,” he murmured, exactly the way Tony would have done to him. “You never let me enjoy this… touch you like this. You never let me play with you. I spent so much damn time trying to deal with your ridiculously large cock I never really…”

He couldn’t resist anymore.

Using his hand, he lifted Tony’s shaft. First he began tracing veins again, sometimes with kisses and sometimes with his tongue.

“It’s stupid-big but it’s… it’s like a work of art. It’s just beautiful. SI could make a model of it and sell it on Geeky Sex Toys and make another fortune. They already sell an ‘arse reactor’ butt plug, so they’d love it. And you never let me suck you off. I can count on one hand how many times you’ve come in my mouth. It’s criminal.”

“So I should put that in next quarter’s business proposals?” Tony asked seriously. “I’m gonna, you know. You know I will do it.” He smiled. “Just to see the look on Pepper’s face if nothing else.”

Peter made an appreciative noise, his mouth full.

Now he had to let go of Tony’s legs, which he did, reluctantly. Using his other arm to position himself he wrapped his entire hand around the base automatically, taking the rest into his mouth and began to work.

“You get at least fifty percent of the earnings from that. We can measure the difference between how hard I get on my own versus how hard with you helping.” Tony fought to keep the groan from breaking his lighthearted banter. There was no way he was giving the kid what he wanted. Not yet.

But as soon as Peter let go of Tony’s legs, the old Peter Problem immediately began.

The old fantasy (Peter reveled in it now) was that he could hold the man down and blow him whether he liked it or not. But this was not the fantasy, this was the reality, and in reality all oral sex had this same problem.

Once his teasing ended, and the actual blow job began? Then Peter was faced with the same problem he’d had for a year — he was blowing THE Tony Stark, a man with more years of experience than he had years of life. And while Peter enjoyed the taste of Tony’s cock immensely, enjoyed it especially because it was such a rare treat, he would always become aware, eventually, that he really didn’t have much idea what he was doing. Not compared to Tony who took him all the way down, on the first time, every time, with ease. (But how could Peter be as good as Tony, when Peter got so little practice? This was Tony’s fault, he groused internally, as the old familiar doubt crept in.)

One hand snaked up to Tony’s chest to finger the arc reactor, but then he pulled it back. No dammit, that was cheating. Tonight he wanted something else.

He pulled away and licked around the head again, trying to think, searching the memory banks of all his Damn-I-Miss-Tony He’s-Been-Gone-Too-Long fantasies. He had dozens upon dozens that he had used to keep himself warm on many, many nights. He chose one. Then, with a deep breath, he tried something daring.

He was different now, he had complained to Tony. Had bragged to Tony. Had made a point of shrugging it off when Tony had spoken in awe of his new strength. If he really was different, it was time to prove it.

Laying the side of his face on top of Tony’s stomach (which had the added bonus of hiding his face AND keeping from looking at Tony’s face) Peter went down on Tony again. This time he only used his fingers to maneuver, but not to cover. Rather than move his mouth to touch his fingers he concentrated on moving himself down on Tony’s shaft further than he had before. He chickened out immediately, but closed his mouth down firmly as he pulled all the way up the shaft and went down again. And again. Each time daring himself to go lower.

It didn’t work, of course. As soon as he felt Tony in the back of his throat it happened — he didn’t gag but immediately pulled away, mortified. (Because what if he did? What if he gagged? He couldn’t stand the thought.)

Tony moaned, then caught himself doing it and stopped. But then Peter took him further into his mouth the next time and he held his breath to keep the groan out of his voice. When he saw Peter’s hand head upwards… if the kid touched him there while sucking him off? He didn’t want to come, but if Peter kept going down on him as good as he was and touched the arc? There’d be no self-restraint. Tony was used to making Peter gone. He was definitely not used to the reverse.

Thankfully Peter stopped his reach about halfway up and moved his hand down again. But then Peter started to try to take him down further. He was hitting the back of the kid’s mouth each time he went down. But then he felt Peter stop himself from going further. He still hadn’t learned how, or didn’t want to, take Tony into his throat. Tony’s hips slid on the bed in a slow writhe as he thought about what it would feel like if Peter did.

Tony loved it when Peter went down on him, but he was, despite protesting otherwise, inexperienced. His experience ended with the skill of getting him hard enough that they could fuck. And if his mouth was combined with his hand on his cock, or if his hand reached up to the center of his chest and what was there, he could make Tony come. Never with his mouth alone. And never in the way that Tony used to really like from other people. But other people weren’t an option. He was in a committed relationship and he didn’t cheat, no matter what people might think because of his image. Because it was Peter, he didn’t even have to fight the temptation. There was no temptation. But there were certain things he missed in bed. The feel of his cock sliding in past the tightness, feeling the swallow around him, the wet heat all the way along his shaft instead of fingers… that was one of them.

It might be missed, but Tony didn’t ever want to push things with Peter. He waited patiently for Peter to learn. Okay, maybe it was patiently and frustratedly. But it seemed like his frustration days were nearing an end. His hips kept seeking more even if his hands stayed behind his head. And maybe when he hit the back of the kid’s mouth… nope… Tony didn’t moan at all. That wasn’t him. Much.

Tony was moving beneath him, from pleasure or impatience? Either way, Peter felt a rush of determination. He had bragged about how strong he was, he had made them come all the way to the compound so he could show it off. It was time to put up or shut up. He let go of Tony’s legs completely and, using both arms to alter his position, he wrapped his lips tight around Tony’s shaft and went down until he felt Tony pressing into his throat.

#starker #messages series #Messages Cold #Von writes stuff #thewitchway writes stuff

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thirsty-for-problematic-ships · 4 years

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Shoutout to all the people posting positive things in that uncensored confessions blog. I know the starker community has issues, but we need to band together and realize that this should all be fun and lighthearted. Turning something meant to tear us apart and destroy us into something that makes us stronger. Also thank you to @starkerconfessions for being a place where we can have conversations without being rude or using call outs to get the point across.

I genuinely love the starker community.

-Alex

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newyorkcittysworld · 5 years

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uhh a weird starker au to start off the blog right

so i will be posting whatever marvel related things i feel like and too start off i wrote a lighthearted starker fic

(all characters are 18 +)

Peters heart was racing, he was currently standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom holding a piece of ice. He saw a video on youtube about a girl who pierced her ears just with ice and an earring, seemed easy right? He was nervous about the pain, what if he fucked up the placement what if it got infected. He figured he was alright since he did his research and eve natasha said she did it when she was in training as her own way of rebellion. He decided he was at least going to mark the points so he had some sort of control. He took a non toxic marker and with shaky hands marked the spot where he wanted the earrings.

He took a step back and moved his head from side to side too see where it would e from all angels, it seemed good so he did the other ear. Just the color from the marker was enough visual for him to already tell he's gonna love the way they look once completed. He fumbled around the box of avengers earrings he ordered online (mainly because they had a spiderman set included and he was so over the moon that he was considered an avenger that he just HAD too have them) he went for the spidey pair when he saw the little iron man faces, without a second thought he pulled them off of the cardboard they were attached too and took a deep breath before putting the ice on the first ear.

he winced at how cold it was reached with his free hand for a towel to catch the dripping water coming from the ice.he waited 5 minutes for his ear to be numb just like the woman told him so, now came the real challenge, trying to do this without dying. He put the earring up to the place he marked and started pushing slowly. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized all his pent up anxiety was for nothing, it didn't hurt at all. He pushed it a lil deeper still being cautious and gentle, he felt a slight pinch and he jolted slightly, he gave one good final push and heard a tiny pop of his ear which made his eyes widen at the slight pain there was, he ran his finger over the back of his ear and gasped ‘it worked holy shit!’ he thought to himself. The second ear was even less painful now that he knew what was getting into. He heard the same pop and slid the backing of the earrings on,cleaning them right away continuing to follow the instructions the lady on the screen was giving him. He stepped back to admire his new studs. He was proud,they looked adorable! The little iron mans on his ears had a vibe that peter was extremely down with.but speak of the devil and he shall appear because right when he turned around too leave the door opened to reveal tony stark himself standing in the doorway. Tony was gonna slam the door if peter was peeing or naked but he obviously wasn't so he approached peter.

T: ”hey just came in to wash my hands, got a little grease o- did you get earrings????” peter's face went pink with embarrassment rushed hot in his cheeks.”uh i actually just did them myself” tony washed his hands and started taking a weird infatuation with peters ears, the little iron man studs made him blush and he had to admit peter looked so cute with them on. “Are you upset mr.stark?” peter said not making eye contact, he usually never does anything without his daddy's permission because he has what tony likes to call steve rodgers syndrome. (basically he has no regard for his own safety and only cares about the safety in others.) “i'm actually not, they look really good…….do they hurt?” tony said stroking the backs of the earrings and cleaning them of the little bit of blood that was on the earring.

p:“It feels a little sore but overall it's good”

T:”if you give me 20 minutes too finnish up what i'm working on in the lab you'll be saying the same thing about your ass”

#starker #i know this is short but oh well #sfw

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ao3feed-starker · 6 years

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by BreeBabyDoll

Basically, this will be a spot for all my Starker drabbles/one-shots. I promise you that the majority of these will be sick and twisted, and very, very dark. Read at your own risk!

Each chapter will have the tags that are included!

Words: 907, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Public Humiliation, Non-Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Overstimulation, Prostate Milking, Rape/Non-con Elements, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Lingerie, Riding, Collars, Non-Consensual Bondage, Bondage and Discipline, Bondage, Dark Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Top Tony Stark, References to Depression, Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Name-Calling, Insane Tony, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Sex Toys, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Punishment, Dark and messed up, not for the lighthearted

#ao3feed-starker #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu #starker #peterxtony #tonyxpeter #ao3

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dk-thrive · 7 years

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Over the years we’ve brought you a handful of video essays about the relationship between visual and cinematic art, how directors will borrow from famous paintings and sculptures in their framing, but never before have we brought you such an essay that focuses exclusively on the influence of one artist. Thanks to editor Ignacio Montalvo, however, now we can.

Edward Hopper is one of the most famous American artists of the 20th century. A native New-Yorker, Hopper was a realist whose work was centered around depictions of modern American life, like a starker sort of Norman Rockwell, a man not afraid to show the shadows blended into the everyday. His most famous work, Nighthawks, a simple late-nite diner scene from 1942, has been recreated time and time again in film, television, and graphic print, but that’s just one of the artist’s many paintings that have appealed to filmmakers over the years. In episode eight of the new Twin Peaks, an episode many, myself included, consider one of the most artistic achievements the medium has ever known, Lynch makes no less than three direct visual references to Hopper’s work, which in his hands become perversions of the American dream.

Many other filmmakers have also interpreted Hopper through their personal perspectives, ranging from the innocent to the corrupt, realistic to farcical, and severe to lighthearted. Press play above to start your tour through the Movie Museum of Edward Hopper.

~ H. Perry Horton, "Framed: The Influence of Artist Edward Hopper on Contemporary Cinema" from Film School Rejects, August 8, 2017

#Hopper #edward hopper #film #art

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theconservativebrief · 6 years

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Right on the heels of Teen Titans leader Robin declaring, “Fuck Batman!” in the gloomy trailer for the upcoming live-action TV series Titans, a very different version of the Boy Wonder is leading his teenage team into theaters to issue a much more family-friendly rejoinder to the Caped Crusader — and, more pointedly, to the grim-and-gritty strain of superheroism he’s come to embody over the past few decades.

Teen Titans GO! to the Movies, the new feature-length extension of the Cartoon Network series Teen Titans GO!, is a product of Warner Bros. Animation — and therefore technically exists in the same cinematic universe as the company’s line of live-action DC films. It’s a lineage the movie revels in subverting.

An eye-searingly bright kids’ movie bedecked with songs and jokes about butts and their various functions, Teen Titans GO! to the Movies could not offer any starker contrast to such evergray, rain-and-angst soaked DC films as Justice League and Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. And yet it openly takes place in a world where those films, or simulacrums of them, not only exist, but have created a cottage industry where literally every superhero (and sometimes their butler) has their own movie — except the perpetually overlooked Teen Titans.

If you can’t already tell, meta comedy is the fuel that makes these Teen Titans go. In this respect, the film often plays more like an all-ages version of the recent Deadpool movies than any of its DC cinematic brethren — and not just because, like the Deadpool films, it pokes cheeky fun at superheroes owned by other companies (including Deadpool himself). Like both Deadpools, it delights in its status as an outlier within the superhero movie complex, both of and apart from an industry it mocks with glee.

Plus, there are butt jokes. So many butt jokes.

Beast Boy (Greg Cipes), Starfire (Hynden Walch), Robin (Scott Menville), Raven (Tara Strong), and Cyborg (Khary Payton) in their natural environment: mid-musical number. Warner Bros. Pictures

While many pearls have been clutched over the years over the pervasiveness of the “grim and gritty” strain of superheroism, it would be hugely unfair to paint the entire genre with that brush. There are plenty of superhero stories, both on the page and on screen, that are colorful, funny, and ultimately optimistic.

But it’s much rarer these days to see superheroes who are silly, particularly in film. Even something as brightly comedic as last year’s Thor: Ragnarok ultimately takes seriously the business of saving the world/universe and acknowledges the nobility of those who make it their business to do so.

Enter Teen Titans GO!, which debuted on Cartoon Network in 2013 and is now in its fifth season. Developed by Aaron Horvath and Michael Jelenic — who also wrote the film, with Horvath directing alongside series producer Peter Rida Michail — the series features the same characters and voice actors of the beloved, acclaimed early-aughts animated series Teen Titans.

Though GO! has angered some purists for the ways in which it departs from its predecessor’s more conventional approach to superhero storytelling and characterization, its more lighthearted spin on the team has earned the show its own passionate fan base. The Teen Titans of GO! tend to strike a more ironic, bratty pose than their forebears, and are frequently less concerned with fighting crime than they are with pizza, singing goofy songs, messing with each other, and, erm, building equity.

GO! to the Movies, somewhat improbably, proves that the Teen Titans’ rowdy, chaotic, song-filled approach still works when extended from an 11-minute cartoon to an 88-minute animated movie. In fact, it may work even better when given the grounding force of a feature-length narrative, which gives Horvath and Jalenic both the space to explore some bigger ideas and a focal point upon which the chaos can converge.

That focal point takes the form of Titans leader Robin (Scott Menville), who heads to Hollywood alongside his teen teammates, Starfire the alien princess (Hynden Walch), Beast Boy the shape-shifter (Greg Cipes), Raven the sorceress (Tara Strong), and Cyborg the cyborg (Khary Payton). They’re hoping to ride the superhero-movie wave into a claim of legitimacy, something they’ve been denied due to their propensity to do things like halt a big villain fight so they can perform their own theme song.

But although mega-filmmaker Jade Wilson (Kristen Bell) is handing out movies to just about every superhero in existence (resulting in some deep-cut jokes that will delight comics historians in the audience), she deems the Teen Titans unworthy of the big-screen treatment.

This snubbing spurs the Titans, led by Robin and the ever-deepening chip on his shoulder, to do whatever it takes to prove their super-hero bonafides. Their first course of action: Find themselves an arch-nemesis. One quickly presents himself in the form of Slade (Will Arnett), a gun-and-sword-wielding assassin (who is definitely not Deadpool) with a plan for — what else? — world domination, which might just involve all the A-list superheroes who are off making movies.

The Teen Titans meet Slade (Will Arnett), who is definitely not Deadpool. Warner Bros. Animation

Those A-list superheroes — specifically Batman (Jimmy Kimmel), Wonder Woman (Halsey), Superman (Nicolas Cage, in a particularly inspired bit of casting), and Green Lantern (Lil Yachty) — pop in and out of the story to help underline the Titans’ outsider status.

They also help underline Teen Titans GO to the Movies’ disinterest in adhering to any sort of larger continuity involving the Justice League and their various movies: Both Wonder Woman and Batman v Superman are specifically referenced as movies rather than in-world events, and no one seems to realize or care that the non-teen Cyborg has appeared as part of the live-action Justice League.

These heroes, their movies, and their backstories are all thrown higgledy-piggledy into a story that somehow finds coherence, mainly thanks to the film’s firm commitment to its own riotous subversion of the superhero game. (This extends right on through its obligatory end credits sequence, which anyone familiar with the Teen Titans’ onscreen history will want to make a point to stick around for.)

That all may make Teen Titans GO! to the Movies sound much more cerebral than it actually is. This is, after all, a PG-rated film aimed at kids, and it behaves as such at all times. But its kid-friendly, free-for-all spirit rides atop an undercurrent of pointed commentary about the state of the superhero industry (and the entertainment industry more broadly) that will give those parental guides something to hold onto amid the candy-colored cacophony.

Or, they could just surrender and enjoy the butt jokes. They’re pretty good butt jokes!

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The Naturality of Flaws: How the Shape of Water Dances Between the Natural And the Perverse

When I was 13, I saw Guillermo Del Toro’s Cronos for the first time.

It was a dreary day, raining in late Winter to early Spring, and a teaser for Cronos, followed by Steven Seagal’s Hard to Kill was on Cinemax. Having seen Hard to Kill in theaters, I sat down to watch what was touted as a “horror film” (at the time, I was watching mostly terrible B-Movies in my exploration of horror cinema like Full Moon Pictures and a good portion of the Troma catalog, and just starting to get into Foreign cinema more).

After the film ended, I skipped Hard to Kill, and dove into my library to pull out all the classic horror stories I had. Because I felt I had met a kindred spirit who loved what I love, who cared about the importance of perspective, and who holds a special place for the outsider and the ones that society deems “flawed”. And nowhere do I feel this connection more deeply than in his latest film, THE SHAPE OF WATER.

Before I fully talk about this film, let’s cover the basic plot of the film, shall we?

We follow Elisa Esposito (played by Sally Hawkins), a cleaning woman who was rendered mute from a savage mutilation of her throat and left by a river when she was a baby. Living a patterned life of sleep, masturbation to ease her loneliness while the eggs for her lunch cook, working as a graveyard shift cleaning woman at a government research facility in 1960′s Baltimore, and home again, her closest friends are her African American co-worker, Zelda (Octavia Spencer), and her neighbor, closeted gay artist Giles (Robert Jenkins). Wishing for something more, her life is changed when Agent Strickland (Michael Shannon) comes barreling into the facility with the latest “asset” in the war against the Soviets for the Space Race: an Amphibious Man (Doug Jones), worshiped as a god by a local South American tribe. While Strickland treats him like a beast, Elisa becomes enamored and shows him a gentler, more humane side as the two fall in love.

In a setting and story that most would film in monotones and starker contrasts, Del Toro shows his masterful touch by filling the grey between in hues of greens blues and orange. In each scene, the marked differences between vibrancy and sterility are as simple as a bluish white light filtering in through a rain streaked window. No matter how dark or imposing a setting may be, there’s almost always a lightened shade or colored tone playing off of or behind something to provide connotation of hope or naturality. Whether it’s the vibrant blues of the Merman’s flesh against Elisa’s paler skin, or the sterile yellows and whites of the facility as Strickland is interrogating the two female leads, or the simple aspect of whether a jello mold should be red or green, there is always a shading choice which supports the idea that the enforced notion of sterility over the importance of acceptance of the things beyond our control is wholly unhealthy. In truth, the film’s central tenant lies not in the exploration of what is and isn’t acceptable, but in the acceptance and control of one’s self when presented with their own flaws, physically, mentally, or even in standing.

In fact, it is those notions of acceptance and control that play a massive element into the choices the characters make. From Elisa’s early in life acceptance that most will be unable to understand her and how that inability to speak has empowered her in other ways (leading to a beautiful moment where she segues from sign language into a song and dance routine of Alice Faye’s “You’ll Never Know”), to Giles acceptance that his age and sexual preference are viewed as completely unwelcome but doesn’t chance his own value as a human being (having some of the most heartbreaking scenes in the entire movie), to even how Zelda and her husband’s differing actions impact the end of the film. Conversely, it is the unacceptable mindset of Strickland’s need for control, mostly viewed as cartoonish by film goers that is probably the most interesting story of all, in a clear allegory for the destruction to “keep some form of order”.

Whether through using his preferred weapon, a cattle prod designed to look like a policeman’s nightstick at the time, or through the addiction sub-plot after the Merman bites his left hand’s ring and pinkie fingers off and he begins to pop his painkillers like his favorite candies which he always carries on him to hide dealing with his clearly rotting digits. Even from the way he fucks, mechanical and specifically for his own satisfaction, quieting his wife who has more control in his own home in a move very similar to how he’s treated by his superiors in the film. Instead of accepting his flaws and communicating his thoughts, he keeps his frustrations in and takes it out on those around him. He is an interesting study into how the need for control and comfort ultimately creates true monsters nicely contrasts a secondary plot line of a Soviet agent that has infiltrated the facility, only to eventually realize he wants to escape the clutches if a program that clearly doesn’t know its own inhumanity develop into a compassionate entity far more human than Strickland. A man who in the period the film’s set in, would be set up as a protagonist for a lighthearted noir spy story about a Government agent hunting a spy within his own organization, with the secondary plot of a monster on the premises who falls in love with a mute cleaning woman. But it’s in this affiliation and empathy for the outsider that allows us to humanize those we would have relegated to filler and supporting characters and villains in the past, reminding us that the outsider matters just as much as the insider does, no matter what language they speak or who they look like.

And it’s in the outsider perspective that lead me to a very strange realization, with the location, the characterization, some of the central themes and the absurdity and love for some of the campier elements present in the film (old Hollywood, as evidenced by the inclusion of Alice Faye in “Hello Frisco, Hello”, Mr. Ed on a TV after Giles admits getting tired of seeing talk about the clear footage of the Baltimore Riots of ‘68, a very lively intrigue sequence involving Carmen Miranda, and the Story of Ruth playing in the cinema below the apartments Elisa and George live in a scant selection of references to be had). This film announces to the world that Del Toro is the surrealist, romantic equivalent of John Waters. Both men relish the outsider and all they stand for. Love the strange, the different, the eccentric. Both adhere to a Liberal view of the treatment of “the other”, the notion that they are us, and we are they. That it is in the rigidity of social acceptability and imposition of the central precept of Order and Rightness that the greatest flaws in humanity lie. That the Perverse and the Profane are quite often just a natural aspect that is forced into areas of unacceptable behavior because it grinds against the notions of what is safe and familiar. And that the only flaw we’re really all guilty of having is that we don’t let Love and Understanding dictate what is right and natural, instead falling back on the conceit of Control and imposition of Societal Importance to the great detriments of many we villainous and demonize and abuse within our own communities.

In terms of whether a film where the Creature from the Black Lagoon is coupled with a Beauty and the Beast story progression, I can definitely say this film is worth seeing. As a whole, it’s an incredibly solid film. The pacing bounces between natural and unnatural moments, suffering the occasional slow down every once in a while. The romanticizing of Old Hollywood, while fair, does tend to weigh a bit too heavy towards making the film feel bloated in its deluge of symbolism and reference. The score is effective in reminding the overall environment of the time, from catchy classic jazz numbers to the rather delicate and moody score by Alexandre Desplat. The effects and lighting are fantastic, from the plays on hues and shades to the design of the practical monster suit. And while the cast is good to excellent (clear stand-outs being Sally Hawkins, Robert Jenkins and Michael Shannon), the weight of the film being a monster story, a love story, a spy story AND a statement about the politics of the time being a darkly fantastical reflection of our current society muddies the overall tone and intention of the film. Not the best film of all time, but if you are wanting to learn how to interpret visual storytelling in an era of spectacle in a very personal way, then the Shape of Water is a must-see experience.

Although, gotta say I’m glad he stuck to classic jazz and big band numbers. Because throwing something like Franki Valley and the Four Seasons’ cover of Burt Bacharach’s “What the World Needs Now”, while on the nose like most of the film, would’ve probably been TOO blatant.

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Works of Fiction by Profgandalf

I write fantasy and science fiction and sometimes narratives that could occure in our world. Some are aimed especially at YA readers (Young Adult–10 to 12)), but I confess I like reading material marked that way. Sometimes a good children’s story is the best way to tell the story. Meanwhile there are also a few because of subject and theme whose audience is intended to be a bit older (A). I had hoped to share with readers here, but there may be other legal issues, so I am just leaving the story ideas and if anyone is interested in what I am doing they can contact me at [email protected]

Short Stories–Completed

Just Another Quiet Day in Hell

Hell is really a very nice place. The sky, seen through Dan Backle’s bedroom, is a cloudless deep blue that stretches over the shingled, sparkling roofs of bleached white houses and over green leafed branches. Somewhere he hears a bird sing. Meanwhile, coffee is brewing downstairs. And none of that changes the fact that he, Dan Backle, is in never ending relentless torment. (A: Short story: 39 pages Complete)

Darkness

Ignatius P. Tuttle III (or Izzy as his house mates called him) was brilliant, wealthy and a royal pain. Now he’s obsessed with the fact that darkness is in fact the norm of the universe. Entropy is closing in everywhere and he is not going to stand for it. But what steps might he take when no one is there is provide some sort of anchor? (A: Short story: 10 pages Complete)

All Things Both…Flesh and Steel

Shows like Robo-Wars have been around for a while. Various robotic teams challenge one another as their machines fight, leading to better and better technology. But what happens when one team realizes that the best way to have a machine fight is for it to experience pain? (A: Short story: 20 pages Complete)

Wind

Eight year old Tim Roberts has an active imagination. That’s what his family claims anyway. And maybe he does but as Halloween approaches he is certain that there is more in the wind which blows around the woods near his Rhode Island home than just air. (YA Short story 9 pages Complete)

The Old Man and the Rocket Ship

Old Jed Starker, life long Ohioan farmer, loving husband and Naval vet was also an early consumer Science Fiction and Tales of Wonder. Inspired by that reading, he’d constructed a silver rocketship and placed it on a 45 degree ramp just at the end of the road leading up to his and his wife Eddy’s farm (not far from Mount Vernon). His contemporaries called his crazy, children of the town called him “old fashioned” since what he had built was “not a ‘spacecraft’ or a ‘starship’ or a ‘celestial schooner’ or anything like that. It was a rocket ship, sleek and silvery with three red stabilizing fins jutting out its end.“ Except for this one quirk, Crazy Jed Starker’s life was quietness personified until he drew the attention of some unlikely visitors. Illustration by the author. (YA Short story: 21 pages Complete)

Assurance or Entrapment?

Edward and Adel Rivers are on vacation high up in the ancient woods of the Northern US. They are trying to take some time off together to heal the cracks within their marriage. at least that is Adel’s hope. But Edward senses that there is something else going on and the thick forest branches seem more to entangle and to embrace. (A: Short story: 21 pages Complete)

The English Prof. and the Little Scriveners:

Anyone familiar with the Grimm’s fairy tale “The Elves and the Shoemaker” will probably find some familiar ground covered here although with a more contemporary twist and with maybe a little jab at the life of composition instructors. Illustrated by the author. (A: Short story: 12 pages Complete)

The Final Relay

The planet Eden’s name was a reflection of its Earth colonists’ hopes and expectations, but with the ever-growing demands of its population there also grew the need according to some to control what they saw as the wasteful and the superfluous. Unknown to them, however, their machines contain a fail-safe circuit which awaits their final decision to ban the last celebrations of faith. (A: Short story: 11 pages Complete)

Fashion Sense Succubus

Professors Jane Jamison and Theodore Reinhart discuss how some students and faculty at their small college seem to lack the social instincts to present themselves on campus in sensible attire. Jane suggests that its just the nature of people who were odd to begin with, Theodore thinks that other forces might be a work. (A: Short story: 10 pages Complete)

The Green Man

Popular icon in many gardens, doorstops, and park walkways, the Greenman represents fertility and the organic power of nature. The trouble is that some people, like Edgar Blackstroke, are uncomfortable with such forces walking freely about. (A: Short story: 20 pages Complete)

Just Little Things

Freddie Guitner is having the worst day of his life. He’s just discovered the love of his life dead in her apartment. Now the police are interrogating him and neither one is believing the worst part of the whole thing. She looks better as a corps than she did when he last saw her alive. (A: short story: 12 pages Complete)

A Voice Through the Mist

Some of our favorite Bible narratives would make pretty scary stories when they were first experienced. Not sure how to categorize this one. (YA: Short Story 4 pages Complete)

Genie

Take a little of the Arabian Nights and then imagine a more contemporary Aladdin working in a computer lab. This story is actually a bit dated with references to Modems and computer disks. It was one of my first and supposedly features the voice of my younger brother, Jim, who loved computers from the time he was a tweenager. Illustrated by the author. (YA: Short story: 32 pages Complete)

the Shadow of the Brut.

What would happen if a good man found himself, his soul and awareness, in the body of an abusive violent man, who had beaten both his wife and children? What would the good man do? Especially what would he do if he found himself falling in love with the abuser's children and wife? (Adult: 26 pages Complete)

Novel–Completed

The Fey Wars: The Defeated

The year is 1914 and France, England, its Empire and the Japanese are allies engaged in a world wide conflict. But this is not our World World I. The Germans and the Austrian Empire are allied with the British and French. Steam is still primarily the power of the day. The Yanks, meanwhile, are not coming– too busy trying to contain their own insurrections high in their mountains while still bleeding after a decades long Civil War. The enemy meanwhile are drawn from as many nations as the allies are, a secret alien people upon whom all legends of Fairy and the Undead are based, the Fey.

This Steam-Punk, anti-war novella begins as Professor Michael J. Warren watches new students in his school line up for indoctrination. He does not realize that his daughter, who has searched for him for years, is one of those students. Two decades earlier, Warren was a Major–code named “Dawn’s Spear”–within the British Expeditionary Force fighting on the losing side of a war which devastated him mentally and emotionally. This novella is well-researched and cites historical facts with illustrated notes, provides images, and draws on historical instances centering on the time of World War I, though it is markedly fiction. (A: Complete novel 290 pages with simplified notes)

Illustrated Notes for The Fey Wars:The Defeated

The above text for the novel is filled with footnotes since many of the people and events are drawn from actual history. However, the intention when it is published is to have those notes illustrated. Here they are with the images to help amplify them.

Short Stories–In Process

God Has Made Nothing in Vain

Imagine a future not too far from now when robots driven by artificial intelligence are everywhere. They teach schools, take care of children, sell and buy all sorts of products, repair cities and wage wars. Now imagine a devout Christian couple coming into possession of a sex droid. What do they do with her? What role does she play in God’s plan for them? (A: Opening chapters 52 pages)

Under the Bloody Eye of the Storm

People are sometimes possessed by evil. Some think rooms or even houses can also be possessed, but what does one do when faced with a demon possessed storm? Hurricane Vlad is headed for the Florida coast. (A: Opening 23 pages)

Blind Fool or “Eyes Up Here Fella!”

This lighthearted fantasy features the adventures of Matilda Manglyeong, one very gifted (endowed?) and attractive young witch who finds herself thrown (literally) into the company of a non-magical magician (he’s really good at making marbles disappear from under cups) who is himself being pursued by one of the most feared enforcers of magical orthodoxy in their world, the Sage Inquisition. However for some reason her own magic has decided to change its nature and suddenly what were once sprinkles of power coming from her fingertips are now gushers of waterfall force. (A:Opening 12 pages)

Prenuptial Agreements: the Zargathian Way

“It is a universal Zargathian axiom that a worthy set of male genes are in desperate need of a wife—although the actual welfare of the male carrying said genes is of little to no consequence.” So begins this science fiction romp which starts with a deep bow to Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice. (Duly footnoted). When Captain Robert Cluster and his partner, Trevor MacFenerstein, enter into Zargathian space, they initially hope that they’ve discovered a whole new outlet for Earth commerce. Sadly they have been beaten to the punch by one Dan Magasim, a notorious, loudmouth, exploitative entrepreneur. It is, however, not until they meet the chief negotiator of the Zargathian space port who introduces himself as Dir. “Ovar Baring Twitt” and one of his sales reps who identifies herself as “Iva Parh O’Biggons,” that the two Earth-men begin to suspect something is profoundly wrong. (A: Opening 33 pages)

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