#verse : that shield

[livwritesstuff]

to whoever sent in the ask about whether or not Steve still had the nail bat – tumblr ate it :(((( but i haven’t stopped thinking about it since you sent it last week so i’m answering it regardless

My gut instinct is to say no, Steve does not have the nail bat anymore.

In my verse there is a not-at-all-flesh-out notion that sometime after the (modified, obv) end of season 4, there is one last battle that ends up ending all the upside down stuff for good. Something tells me that the nail bat reappears in that battle and sees an untimely (or timely, depending on your perspective) end.

Obviously, this means that the girls never see the nail bat in the flesh, but it also means that Eddie, who (in my ‘verse) is comatose for that entire last battle, never sees either.

Until Jonathan visits from California and brings a box full of old photos with him and, lo and behold, presents a photo taken in 1986 of Steve wielding the bat.

“Woah,” Robbie says, eyes wide, “That’s fuckin’ sick, Pop. Can you make me one?”

“Don’t look at me,” Steve immediately told her, “I didn’t make that.”

“Who did?”

“Wasn’t it you, Jon?” He looked at Jonathan.

“No…I think it was Nancy,” Jon replied blankly.

Steve shrugged, because coming up on forty years later it didn’t really matter anymore, and then he looked at Eddie.

Who was stock-still and staring at the photo.

“You alright, Ed?” he asked.

“Fantastic,” Eddie replied, and then he finally tore his eyes away from the picture to look at Jonathan, “Can I keep this one? Do you have the negatives or whatever?”

“Whatever you want, man.”

A couple minutes later, when everyone’s attention had moved onto other photos, Eddie sidled up behind Steve, wrapped one arm around his waist and held up the nail bat photo with the other.

Steve is nineteen in the picture and sitting on the steps of Hop’s old cabin, one of its boarded-up windows half-in-focus in the background. They're about a week away from the battle that ended the Upside Down for good, he's pretty sure, though his memory of all that is a little fuzzy by now. He remembers that he’d taken to keeping the bat with him during that time, and he’s balancing the nail-studded end in the dirt right between his feet, one hand on the handle and the other covering the knob so his chin can balance on it as he looks up at someone behind the camera.

It’s not the worst photo of him, Steve can admit (though it would have been nicer if it weren’t taken during the end of the world).

“We will be having a conversation about this later,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear, “A long one.”

#jonathan made the nail bat he just blocked all that shit out as soon as he possibly could #currently mourning the loss of a steve w/nail bat and eddie w/nail shield fighting back-to-back scene #the parallels…the camaraderie #we were robbed #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[moonlayl]

I’M LOSING MY MIND

#daisy johnson #aos #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #spiderman #quake #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

[hlozt]

Insights from Act 1 - Never before had a game made me feel so powerful right after having a companion punch me in the face.

#doodles #i found this hilarious #tyranny game #barik - bc someone needs to act as a shield #i like lantry and verse too much to do this to them

[humans-must-be-the-heroes]

There’s a Daisy Johnson cameo/Easter egg in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse!!

#agents of shield #marvel #daisy johnson #chloe bennet #spider man across the spider verse #smatsv #MCU #which one of you AoS fans worked on the animation #AoS crumbs in 2023 🥹

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Little Nox Dissidia au

@raven-6-10 @secret-engima

The promised trainwreck under the cut!

The Citadel's been a wreck of tension ever since Spitfire and the prince went missing. Abyssus yowling fit to wake the dead brought the on-duty glaives running to find Sola's bed empty, phone still on her bedside table and all her shoes still in her closet, all signs pointing to an unwilling departure despite a clear absence of any sign of a struggle.

They'd raised the alarm, checking on the rest of the royal family and their retinue-

-and found Prince Noctis' bed as empty as his sister's.

Then, while Citadel security was swarming like a kicked anthill, spearheaded by a blackly furious Marshal and King's Shield looking for their godschildren, those guarding the Crystal had sounded the alarm.

Which is when they'd found their missing royals, via the Crystal putting out a hologram of the two like something from a bad science fiction movie.

Tredd hasn't gotten a decent night's sleep in four days.

If it's not the palpable worry radiating from the King racking up the tension, then it's the fact that the royal children have been summoned to a desolate world to participate in what's essentially a glorified death match on opposite teams, during which Prince Noctis is in nothing but his pajamas.

No one is ever again calling Sola's insistence on keeping her deployment bags in her armiger frivolous.

Though, if Tredd has to be completely honest, Sola's younger brother's lack  of proper attire is only a fraction of what's causing the tension. No, the bulk of it goes to Spitfire's newest Uncle and now youngest brother. The once-Chancellor of Niflheim and Captain's kid. Captain's kid who's apparently the Crown Prince's clone, created from a sample Niflheim stole how knows how many years back.

Luche had dipped out to make a phone call to Axis, because those are Arra braids in Ardyn and Nox's hair, and Axis had completely neglected to mention that his recent adoptees were Lucis Caelums, leaving Tredd to watch Axis' clansmen on this fucked-up version of reality TV.

Nyx has been teaching Spitfire the Ulric Dance ever since her Rage a few months back clued them all into the fact that Spitfire's as Sky-born as anyone can get without being an actual dragon - and seriously, Tredd is this close to shaking Nyx, the idiot needs to adopt her already, for Ramuh's sake - so he's in the room whenever he's not sleeping. Which means Libertus is also here, making sure Nyx does take the time to sleep because the last thing any of them need is the twitchy Ulric doing something Dumb, aided by Abyssus literally carrying Nyx out of the room when it's time to catch some shut eye.

Crowe's anxiously watching her girlfriend fight off various monsters and champions, fingers plucking at the rubber band Crowe's worn on her wrist ever since the Burning. This hadn't been how Sola and Crowe had wanted Sola's family to find out about that particular relationship, but Crowe had adamantly refused to be barred from the room for a second until Sola came back.

Luche, like Tredd, is there as Axis' braided brother, leaving the rest of the Fourth Regiment to attend in shifts depending who's on break, with Pelagia and her Third Regiment counterpart running everything because Captain is also busy watching this clusterfuck.

The Marshal's not left since the whole thing started - has he even slept? - but the King and Shield have to leave for short periods to make token appearances lest the entire country learn the royal children have disappeared into the ether. Gladiolus and Ignis have to be forced out of the room for their studies, which has apparently resulted in temper tantrums worthy of a Raging Sola, but the two young teens have yet to convince the King, Shield, or Marshal otherwise so the process repeats every day without fail.

Sola latching on to her new uncle and brother isn't a surprise. She's Sky-born, they do that. Especially because for all that the ex-Chancellor is clearly missing more than a few lines to his sails, he equally as clearly cares for and is protective of his niece and nephews, despite his distaste for Regis and Mors.

Were it not for the danger to her brothers, Sola would probably be having fun. The chance to cut loose against other skilled fighters? No one looming over her shoulder, scrutinizing her every action and deeming anything not up to their standards as 'monstruous'? Sola would have loved that in any other scenario.

But Spitfire has two brothers to protect, and Tredd swears under his breath when Sola assigns herself to Noctis and Nox's guard team, instead letting Ardyn join the strike team. The self-sacrificing dumbass.

"Care to explain that?"

Whoops.

Tredd cringes away from the Marshal's displeasure, silently thanking the Storm-Father that the King and Lord Amicitia are off in an unavoidable meeting with one of the Councilors.

"Sola is better suited on the strike team, sir." Luche says politely, before Tredd can stick his foot further in his mouth. "She's not usually charged with guard duties in the field."

The Marshal eyes them both severely. "Izunia is stronger than Sola." He says sourly. The revelation of the former Chancellor's heritage and all it's unpleasant implications hasn't been fun for anyone. "He can take a smaller strike team, freeing more people to guard Noctis and Nox." Unsaid is the fact that neither Sola nor Ardyn will leave the princes alone with strangers.

"Yes, sir." Luche demurs. That had been the argument Sola used to convince Ardyn.

(Tredd hadn't thought anyone could be more protective than Sola of her brothers, but Ardyn has her beat by a mile. Ifrit have mercy on whoever tries to harm either of the princes in the future, because Sola and Ardyn sure as Pyre won't, and Tredd doubts there'll be enough of the moron in question afterwards to scatter their ashes.)

Tactically, the assignments have merit. As Tredd exchanges a glance with an equally grim-faced Luche, he knows tactics aren't what they - or any of the glaives - are worried about.

Spitfire doesn't do defense. It's not a matter of skill. Tredd wouldn't be worried if it was, skill they can compensate for.

No, the issue is that Sola's a damn dragon of a Sword. Her first, second, and third instinct when dealing with threats is to kill it. She can't do that on defense - her priority has to be Noctis and Nox's safety, even if it means letting her target escape.

It's not impossible. Not when she's got help.

And yet Tredd can't shake the feeling that this isn't going to end any way but badly.

.

Tredd's right.

Two days later, everything goes to Ifrit's Pyre in a gift basket.

The strike team is away, trying to complete whatever the objective is that will send them all home.

(Ardyn is a force of destruction to contend with, tearing through enemies like they're tissue paper, making the King pale with an anguished epiphany he refused to share.)

The ambush catches everyone off guard. The strange dragon-like creatures swarm the protective detail. The healers push Nox and Noctis behind them, the champions better suited for close quarters combat struggling to keep the creatures off their more vulnerable companions.

In the commotion, Tredd doesn't see what sparks it, but he sure as Pyre sees when Spitfire loses it.

A low snarl rips from her throat, gaze and focus narrowing down on the threat in front of her.

Crowe swears. "Pyre-damn it all, someone back her up-"

But none of the other champions are watching Sola's back. They're too busy with their own battles, too busy keeping the kids safe. They don’t notice how Spitfire's been drawn away from the rest of the group, don't see the blind spot left vulnerable without a glaive or Abyssus there to cover her.

If Sola's family hadn’t known before, they've sure as Pyre realized it now. It's impossible to miss the glaives' reactions - Luche's grim certainty, Libertus' hand a physical restraint on Nyx's shoulder, Nyx's hands clenching and unclenching as he resists the useless instinct to grab his kukris and throw, Crowe's snarling at people who cannot hear, the way every muscle in Tredd's frame coils as he fights off the Fury rising like a wave-

-and crests, as Spitfire staggers, the attack she doesn't see ripping through her. Magic erupts throughout the room as Sola's eyes widen and her face twists in an agonized cry that has no breath to voice.

Sola hits the ground, and Nox s c r e a m s.

Ghostly weapons tear through the remaining creatures, a constant stream of light and steel that is nothing like any armiger they've seen. Champions startle as weapons pass through them harmlessly only to shred the creatures around them, until nothing remains.

The healers rush to Sola's side, but even from here, Tredd can see that it's bad. Really bad - he doesn't know if Spitfire's going to make it even with three healers and her own regeneration trying to save her life.

There's another burst of magic and Ardyn arrives, terrified and protective - Nox's magic must have alerted him, but Tredd doesn't know what the ex-Chancellor can do that the healers can't, Lucis Caelum magic just doesn't heal…

Ardyn takes in Nox, boneless with exhaustion and sobbing in Noctis' hold. Noctis, trying to keep it together. The champions doing their best to shield them from where Sola is laying on the ground between the healers.

(None of them can see it in the blue of the Crystal's hologram, how Sola is too pale against the shock of red hair haloed around her face, nearly indistinguishable from the blood staining the grass.)

Something in Ardyn's spine steels. He strides forward, ignoring the champions' attempts to keep him back, shedding his upper layers before he kneels and gathers Sola against his bare chest.

(The scars hit Tredd like a sucker punch. They've all seen some gnarly scars, no one survived the Burning unscathed, but these… these are torture scars. Torture scars and death blows and the glowing sigil of the royal family that can't be anything other than a brand.)

(The King is white as a sheet. Tredd wants to throw up. Parents are supposed to support you, not… not this.)

(Six, no wonder Axis kept Ardyn and Nox's heritage a secret. That Ardyn is able to trust and care for any of his Kin is astounding.)

It's not until magic rises from Ardyn's skin that Tredd realized what's happening. That he realizes what the tint of the Crystal's magic had disguised. But he's seen Spitfire heal others dozens of times out in the field, he recognizes this shaping of magic, and Ardyn is so much stronger than Spitfire-

It doesn't make it any easier to watch as Ardyn's skin splits, his blooding pouring out to join Sola's painting the ground. Doesn't make it any easier to watch as his wounds close, Ardyn gasping and trembling from more than just pain as he curls over his healed but unconscious niece, even as Noctis and Nox barrel in to comfort him.

Tredd's almost relieved when the Marshal turns to them and demands, "What the fuck just happened?"

As one, every glaive turns to Nyx. He's the only Chief present, he's the only one who can make the decision to share Galahdian lore with Outsiders as he has been with Sola.

Nyx stares a few moments longer at Sola's too-still form, hands flexing. Finally, he turns to face the Marshal and the King, expression dark as a thunderstorm. "We call it the Draconian's Rage."

"We?" The King's eyes are sharp. Tredd thinks he sees something of the warrior the King must have been when he visited Galahd twenty years ago.

"Galahd. The Draconian and the Infernian weren't the only Astrals to Bless humans. The magic disappeared long before the time of the Founder, but we still Remember." Nyx glances back to where the healers are fussing over Sola and Ardyn and Nox. "You have the Draconian's Blessing. But the Draconian isn't human."

Nyx turns back to the King, storm-blue locking with armiger-blue. "The Astrals aren't human, and sometimes their Blessed aren't either."

The King's lips thin. "You're saying my daughter isn't human." Treading on dangerous ground - the King's never taken kindly to the rumors painting Sola a monster.

"Physically, she is." Nyx says, steady as the cliffs against the storm-swept tides. "In her soul? Her instincts? She's no more human than I am."

That startles the King. "You are-?"

"Ramuh's. Storm to Sola's Sky."

There were rumors that the Ulrics were Ramuh's Blessed. Coeurl-Kin. Shape-changers and Wind-Walkers and as Black as the storms in their souls.

Tredd never thought he'd hear the rumors confirmed. This is Clan History. Private Clan History only ever shared with Clan Allies. If that.

"We thought you knew." Tredd says, trying to buy some leeway for Nyx. Tredd can't reveal that he's also not-quite human. Not without his Chief's permission. He might be able to get away with telling Sola - it's only a matter of time before she joins the Clans - but King Regis? Tredd would be in serious trouble. "You have thousands of years of history. Family customs as unique as any of ours." Customs catering specifically to those non-human instincts, Tredd doesn't say.

Tredd suspected otherwise after Sola's Rage in HQ. Sola didn't know anything about her Rages, only that she'd get so angry she couldn't think beyond needing to kill something. She was terrified that she'd try to kill anyone near her, hence her retreating somewhere secluded until she could regain control over herself. When she'd come out of her Rage to find Nyx and Tredd at the end of her weapons, injured but otherwise in one piece, she'd been horrified that she might have tried to kill them.

She hadn't known that she wouldn't. That even in the deepest Rage, her instincts would recognize the difference between hers and threat. Sola would never harm an innocent bystander. Not on purpose. Not unless they provoked her first.

So Tredd had suspected. He didn't want to believe it - how could the Lucis Caelums not have any information of the Draconian's Blessed? He knows Mainlanders don't keep Tales like the Clans do, but they do keep records! Sola cannot be the first Lucis Caelum to be Skyborn!

But no. The royal family has no clue.

What a mess.

"What does that mean for Sola?" The Marshal asks while the King processes Nyx's revelation.

"She's protective." Crowe says. Tredd snorts at the understatement of the century. "She'll react violently to anything threatening her Claimed. Lethally, if she can - Skyborn don't like leaving threats alive to try again."

"Prince Noctis and Nox are her only vulnerable Claimed. Prince Nox has his uncle to protect and care for him, which will satisfy Sola's instincts." Because nothing short of an Astral will be able to get past Ardyn to harm Nox, and even then Tredd would still put his money on Ardyn. "But Sola's Sword to Prince Noctis, and the oldest and strongest of his Retinue. She's his primary protector. Not being allowed or able to kill anything threatening him will stress her instincts."

The Marshal grimaces, glancing at the King and Shield. Tredd wonders if he's thinking about how Sola came to join the Kingsglaive. She'd eventually told them the circumstances behind her joining their training, one night out on deployment. Knowing now that Sola's Skyborn, that was a really Stupid decision on the King's part, banning Sola from protecting her disabled brother. The King was lucky Sola didn't try to sneak out of Insomnia after them.

"When she's under a lot of stress, she'll lose her grasp of human language." Tredd tells them. Tredd's never had that happen to him, but he also knows that as far as Seaborn instincts go, his are fairly tame. Sola, unfortunately, is way out on the extreme end of the scale. "Sign language she can comprehend, and that empathic thing she does with her magic. She'll lose her words before she Rages, so if it's that bad don't bother talking to her. She won't hear it."

Another glance between Sola's relatives. Six, how many signs had they missed?

Tredd determinedly ignores it. "When she's Raging, either give her space to work through it or spar with her. Sola won't hold back, but she won't try to kill you. But if you need to step out of the fight, make it physically clear that you surrender. Weapons away, hands down and open, on your knees and throat bared if you have to."

The King frowns. "That seems… dangerous."

"Not with Sola." Nyx says before Tredd's temper leads him to say something snarky and unwise to the King. "She'll always recognize her own."

"Shit's starting up again." Luche suddenly says.

Everyone turns back to the Crystal, conversation tabled.

For now.

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #Little Nox verse #dissidia au #fusion #aka everyone gets to see what happens when a feral Lucis Caelum #doesn't have anyone to watch their back #This Is Why LCs Have Shields #Nyx will probably catch some flak from the other Chiefs for revealing Galahd Culture to Outsiders #But most Chiefs will - grudgingly - agree that Regis deserved to know about the impact of the Draconian's Blessing on his line #Nyx doesn't reveal any other Culture other than Clan Ulric being Storm Blessed #And Nyx has full authority over that decision as the only Chief Ulric #The other Chiefs don't necessarily agree or like his decision but they can't rightly contest it #Nyx does not reveal that the Wanderer had a daughter with an Ulric and that there were a lot of Ulrics descended from said daughter #The magic died out after two generations but the instincts did not #so Ulrics had both Storm- and Sky-born in their Clan which is how Galahdians actually know about Sky instincts #But Regis doesn't need to know that

[anewkindofme]

“For a shield from the storm”!Damon snapping this pic of his boys napping, posts it on social media and makes it his phone lock screen. The only two people he loves more than anything.

#for a shield from the storm verse #denzo #defan #stenzo #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

I imagined Regis or Cor or anyone from the Citadel asking Drautos if he knew about the Conqueror going to Galahd, and. Drautos would say no. Because he didn't know.

And for the Insomnians that's reasonable, this happened centuries ago, not everyone is interested in history, for all they know the fleet never made it to the islands.

Except Drautos is pretending to be one of Galahkari. One of the people who hold grudges like it's a national sport and discuss historical events like it's yesterday gossip. Whichever Glaive was nearby to hear this would realise that the Captain is being honest about not knowing - and that he's definitely lying about his past.

Axis did not want to be here. His youngest was sick again and had both him and Librita up for most of the night. Thank the spirits for his wife's ability to work from home. Otherwise one of them would have had to quit their job a long time ago.

He supressed a yawn and did his best to ignore Captain Drautos, who was doing some sword drills not too far away from him. Blearily blinking down at the clipboard in his hands, Axis distantly wondered which style of pildura the Captain would prefer. Gekkan maybe? Certainly not puhna. He shook his head. This was not the time to think about it. If he could get his work done in a timely manner, maybe he would be able to go home sooner and help his wife look after Isoro.

Crouching down to inspect the damage done to the stone wall of the training ground, Axis nearly missed the Lord fucking Marshal himself approaching. Suddenly he was wide awake, tracking the man's movements out od the corner of his eyes, while trying to look like he was still concentrating on his work.

"Titus, a word please," the Marshal said once the Captain had stopped his current moveset.

"Has there been an attack?" There was an undercurrent to that question Axis couldn't place.

"No," the Marshal said and something within Axis relaxed. "Regis, Clarus and I are just curious about something."

By the spirits, Axis had never heard the Marshal say so many words in a row.

Captain Drautos rolled his shoulders and sheathed his sword, stance relaxing. Axis couldn't see his expression, but for someone who often insinuated that the King and his men didn't really care for the Glaive beyond their capabilities to be a meat shield, his everything seemed awefully friendly.

"If this is about Shield Hearts again, the answer is still no."

Axis nearly did a double take. Like, what? What by Pitioss was Shield Hearts? The Marshal honest to the spirits snorted. Axis noted down the need for five new stones for this section of the wall and started to search for non-existant cracks in dirt floor.

"Clarus still hasn't given up on it, but no. Do you know about the diary they found not too long ago?"

"The one that mentions the Conqueror? Hard not to have heard about it."

"We were wondering if you know something about it. Do you Galahdians have any records about it? It would be interesting to know if the Conqueror really made it to Galahd or not."

Now Axis wasn't even pretending to work. What would the Captain say? Would he actually tell this outsider the story? Hopefully not. He chanced a look at the two men. Captain Drautos looked contemplative.

"I'm sorry," he said, and if not for his next words, Axis would have sighed in relief. "I don't know anything about that. This was also the first time I heard about it. And with Galahd's conquest I don't know if any records survived."

"I see. What a pity."

Fuck. The Captain was serious. He was actually serious about this. He did not know. How could he not know? Every Galahkar grew up hearing about the Black Ships, the attempted conquest and the murder of Perses Ulric.

What the fuck?

He scribbled something on his clipboard - he had no idea what - and marched out of the training ground as inconspicuously as possible. He needed to talk to Luche.

#ask #raven-6-10 #ffxv #axis arra #titus drautos #cor leonis #I feel like this needs a verse name #blinded history au #or something #pildura: galahdian version of capoeira #has many styles #all named after animals or something similar #shield hearts is a historic romance series #clarus has tried for ages to get cor and titus to watch it with him and regis #axis is having a nervous breakdown #he's also cronically sleep deprived #his youngest kid is very sickly #every time I see him in the movie I want to send him to bed to get some sleep #geist writes #geist answers

[brxkcnengineer]

@biochemiist​

Fitz had seen her come in before. The first time, she had been with another woman, the pair of them laughing and smiling, sipping wine at their table. She looked over in his direction from time to time, but it was only ever a passing glance, just looking at the art on the walls or the chandelier above his head. Maybe once she looked at him, just to see who was playing the piano, but he wasn’t sure. Regardless, he kept his head down and focused on the keys under his fingers.

She was back again about two weeks later. Her hair had been cut shorter, and her dress was the same as the one her friend had been wearing last time. Maybe they shared wardrobes, or something. Was that weird of him to notice?

It seemed like she was there for some sort of meeting, if the other fancily dressed people were anything to judge by, and the short conversations about what... seemed like business, maybe? Still, he focused on the keys, focused on the sheet music and the tablet in front of him.

The third time he saw her, it was in the corner of his right eye. She was talking to Hunter at the bar, and the pair of them kept nodding towards him. He tried to keep his focus on the composition he was playing, but a pop-up on his tablet alerted him that Hunter and this mystery woman were indeed talking about him, as Hunter had slyly texted him under the bar without ever breaking eye contact or conversation with the woman.

HUNTER: Incoming - lady wants to talk to you

Fitz blinked at his tablet and his mouth moved a little, no words or distinguishable sounds passing his lips. And, sure enough, the woman was walking towards his piano now, lingering near the rear leg as he played. She was still far enough away from him that she wouldn’t see his wheelchair, wouldn’t really notice the way he was sitting or that his head tilt wasn’t just a matter of him focusing.

He let his eyes flicker towards her, then back to his keyboard, and he nodded his head towards the sign propped up on the lid of the piano. PLEASE WAIT UNTIL I FINISH PLAYING THIS SONG TO MAKE A REQUEST.

#[ verse ; away from shield ] #biochemiist #[ she's biochem ; thread ] #[ thread ; pianist au ]

[ghostmistdraws]

characters that are autistic because I'm autistic and I say so

Tech - Star Wars: The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

Hunter - Star Wars: The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

Omega - Star Wars: The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Hunter - The Owl House

Leopold Fitz - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Jemma Simmons - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Peter Parker - Spiderman

Miles Morales - Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

Tony Stark - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Madeline Hatter - Ever After High

Lizzie Hearts - Ever After High

Ghoulia Yelps - Monster High

to be continued! Add on if you have more :D

#autistic headcanon #autistic characters #the bad batch #the clone wars #tbb #tcw #the owl house #toh #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #aos #spiderman #into the spider verse #mcu #marvel #ever after high #eah #monster high #mh #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb hunter #luz noceda #toh hunter #hunter toh #peter parker #miles morales #tony stark #madeline hatter #lizzie hearts

[sparklecryptid]

BrokenIce!Luche: Gilgamesh tries to pull his ‘I must test you oh daughter of the stone and if you should prove worthy you’ll need a shield’ stuff with Luche. Only to run headlong into a furious Ardyn who is sweetly inquiring if Gilgamesh would like to repeat what he said to HIS DARLING NEICE? (Bonus if Cir gets to see his childhood nightmare running away very very fast, pursued by an enraged trash hobo)

Cor:…

Luche: *who literally just got back from her ‘I’m not hiding from my father but totally am’ road trip* Cor, Uncle, Uncle, Cor. Please don’t make me wrangle you two like cats.

Tredd, who managed to find Luche and convince her to come back: *snicker*

Ardyn: we aren’t members of your Glaive, dear niece.

Luche: that may be so, but I know you-

*ominous booming voice*

Gilgamesh: Daughter of Stone, prove thyself worthy-

*a sword almost impales Gilgamesh*

Ardyn: what do you think you’re doing?

*Ardyn’s voice is dark, dark like the shadows that follow him. Dark like the lingering sick that sticks to him like gauze on a wound.

He takes a step forward, around him magic whirls like a storm.

Luche takes a loud sip from her straw. If shit goes down she is not wasting the bubble tea.*

Cor: *letting his sword fade again as Gilgamesh tries to move forward only to be blasted backward by the force of Ardyn’s magic* hm.

Luche and Tredd: *stare at him*

Luche: no.

Cor: I never said anything.

Luche: you’ve said enough.

#a darkness born in youth verse #Ardyn tosses Gilgamesh back into a pit and comes back like: #Ardyn: you do need a shield tho #Luche: no #Ardyn: yes #tredd: Pelna would do a good job #Ardyn: isn’t he of the Clan that killed the Rogues brothers. #tredd: yes. so he already knows all of her weak spots. #Ardyn: considering noise #Luche: he’s bearable but also I DONT NEED A SHIELD #Luche: the only shield I need are my guns and my blades

[momentofch-aos]

Today on thing that I doubt anyone but I care about, I thought I’d share my ‘moodboard’ (in inverted commas because i don’t know what counts as a moodboard and I’m hesitant to call it an aesthetic because it is not aesthetic in the colours) of my Coffee Shop AU?

I love my Coffee Shop AU and it’s honestly one of the things I’m most proud of because it brings me so much comfort and memories and supported me through the pandemic lockdowns after Shield ended. Anyway…

I present….

To Live For The Hope Of It All : a photo collage

All photos do not belong to me bar the ‘Beyond Measure’ and are all taken from Pinterest so credit goes to their owners etc.

The original fic can be found here and the continuation one shots that got out of hand and could probably have it’s own moodboard can be found here. In fact there is other bits and bats in a whole series.

If you’ve ever left a comment or kudos or enjoyed reading this fic, let me thank you sincerely. There will be more from my favourite AU soon.

All my love, M.

#agents of shield #daniel sousa #daisy johnson #marvel #fanfic #dousy #aos #brought me to you verse #to live for the hope of it all #never needed anything more #momentofchaos #Ao3 #moodboard #photo collage #this is what I do own a Sunday night

[frequencypawn]

closed, for @shiroi---kumo (little cloud) ->

He's not sure what it is about this that he doesn't like, but it's got nothing to do with the Misterican.

It's just... kinda painful to hear or see. The way slim yet strong arms are wrapped all the way around their own body, head tucked in while something Kain can't quite make out is being murmured.

Master? Is that what he said?

It's alarming, regardless, and he's determined to help.

Slowly, Kain's hands find the switch to turn on the ceiling's cloud lights - not too harsh but enough to brighten the space before he shuts the door again. Enough to keep them from being in total darkness.

"Hey... hey, are you okay?" he asks, voice only a hair above a whisper as he sits down on the floor a couple of feet in front of him.

Something must really be wrong for him to not be in the loft, to just be sitting here scared on the floor in the dark.

"I'm here... Do you want a hug? Or... I'll listen, if you want to talk. I just want to help."

#[ tech support — kain ] #verse: final fantasy: unlimited #[ i'll shield you from the rain — kain & kumo (shiroi kumo) ] #ptsd tw #abuse tw #thread: i did mean all of you

[bowtiesxd]

One thing about me is that I draw posters instead of printing them. 1. because even though I own a printer, ink is hella expensive and 2. because I want to. So here are some posters I drew for my room. I'm gonna make more and will probably post when I hang them :)

#marvel #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider punk #into the spider verse #quake #aos #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #itsv #atsv

[ryder616]

Plot-twist: the AoS fandom clowns for years for AoS characters to show up in the movies/D+ shows, but they actually return in Beyond the Spider-Verse (movie #3)

#sony likely can't even use them let alone wanting to #but we gotta setup the next clowning phase #for when secret invasion ends with no trace of aos anywhere you know #doing my part #😇🤭 #that easter egg was foreshadow y'all #and real talk the spider-verse movies are the best marvel thing anywhere right now #i for one would welcome animated spider-quake #🤡 #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #random aos

[anewkindofme]

For a shield from the storm: Chapt. 22 [Message Received]

Two times Damon went to extreme measures to send a very important message: No one hurts his baby brother.

On AO3

#for a shield from the storm verse #defan #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #tvdu #tvd #the vampire diaries

[robbocchi]

Spider-Marnie concept

#spider-sona #spider-verse #marnie #Trainer Marnie #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield