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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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The Lost Signal Part 3 - 4

The sudden disappearance of superheroes Superman, Batman, Superboy and newly minted hero Nightwing vanish after public court cases.

The news as per usual is on a loop constant replay of the events and the magical event of their defeat running out of control on the screen.

Bucky turns off television then throws the remote down on to the table sighing a bit in anger as Cap appears placing a hand on his shoulder.

He stares out of the window completely left in a befuddle of all the craziness that is about to be ensuing.

He can’t imagine how a court room could

be a bizarre actions of Bruce and Clark obeying this man.

They jump to obey to grab hold of Clark and Connor to induce him in to total submission is unbelievable.

Cap puts his shield down to and focus on the paper he lay on the table he began to list everything.

It’s amazing one man can have enough power and ability to mind control the man of steel.

Who has that power and why would they allow the world to see it. It literally makes no sense at all to him.

Captain America watches as Bucky exits the room to go for a walk he does notice a man in the background.

Across the way on the roof a batarang hits the glass shooting on to the wall a man hits the floor.

He rolls through the room finally standing up to face Captain America is The Dark Night with spiral eyes.

He has wildly sick expression on his red face with crazy eyes he loses his mind throwing all the blows.

Captain America goes to toe with him blow to blow Steve cannot believe he and Bruce AKA Batman.

Cap leaps in to the air digging his feet in to the wall he holds on tight propelling his feet upward.

He throws his shield at him hitting Batman in the face sending Bruce flying back in to the wall.

“What the hell is going on? What’s wrong with you Bruce? What did he do to you?”

“He freed me Boy Scout and he will break you super pussy. Mwahahahahaha.” Bruce adds pinning him down and using his one shied to knock him out.

“Wwwwaaaaaahhhhhh! Where am I?” Buck sighs as his eyes pop open.

“You are awake? Perfect!” Blue Haze says in excitement and smacks his face.

“Jackass! Release me, let’s us all go now, I am meaning immediately.” He yells.

“Dick please come in and help Bucky over here.” I command.

“Yes Master!” Dick shuffles in to the room.

“Dick no! Nnnnnnoooo! Stop!” Bucky yells.

“Sssshhhhh!” Dick puts his finger on his lips.

“Relax Buck” telling Bucky rubbing his head.

“Set me free” Bucky begs

“When I get out here” Bucky boldly states

“How will you do that?” Blue Haze mocks him

“I thought so shut up!” He continues

“Bastard” Bucky fights back

“Call me whatever you want” Blue Haze shrugs

“You will still submit to me” finishing it

“Fat chance” Bucky bites back

“Oh yeah!” He adds

“Hit it” Blue Haze instructs Dick to flip the switch.

The end

The Lost Signal Part 5 - 6

Superman along with Superboy on orders are on their way to take the skies creating a storm and causing a havoc on the earth and the systems go down.

Batman and Nightwing go on a looting trip all over the country adding to my wealth and his vast fortune.

Stepping out of the nights dim light shadow Daredevil breaks a lot and races down the staircase.

He jolts upward over the bar a few feet to the middle floor and kicks open a door a group guards react.

Daredevil takes out his billy clubs throwing them on target to guys are knocked out and two more stuck on to the walls.

Matt loses his mind throwing punches high low and kicks defeating everyone in his way till he reaches the end of the long hall way.

“Master Lawrence huh or should I call you Blue Haze?”

“You figured it out extremely resourceful indeed.”

“I am bringing you in one or the other.”

“I see, stare in to the abyss Matt, feel all of your senses go wild and you feet give in.”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! My senses! FUCK!”

“Your mind loses control spinning in to new web I am weaving.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“Come on Matt! Really?”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“You want this”

“As much as you do”

“Admit it”

rank Castle is walking from a mission it is unknown to him of a looming finger approach him.

Someone shoves him in to an alley way and block him he removes a needle from his bag.

The man raises his hand pinning Frank C down and inject him hard as the serum took root.

“Ffffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

“Sorry Frank! Master has chosen you”

“What Matt? Why?”

“I told you why”

“Master’s will must be obeyed”

“He will love you “

“I already do”

“You are his property”

“So am I”

“Uuuugggghhhh!”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“I hear and obey”

“My love”

“Take me to him”

“On my way Master”

The end

#chris evans #sebastian stan #captain america #the winter soldier #charlie cox #daredevil #jon bernthal #The Punisher #The Lost Signal

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stark-illerbase · 2 years

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Geralt 🤝Jon 🤝 Bucky

The White Wolf

#des rambles #des watches got #the witcher #jon snow #geralt of rivia #the white wolf #bucky barnes #the winter soldier

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w-artie · 2 years

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if I had a dollar for every time I fell in love with a fantasy character who is nicknamed "the white wolf", is his world's equivalent of a soldier and has to face some crazy-ass outerwordly villain I'd have three dollars, which isn't much but is weird it happened thrice

#jon snow #bucky barnes #geralt of rivia #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #catws #the falcon and the winter soldier #the witcher netflix #the witcher #seriously tho #how is that possibile #does that means I've a type or something #do you think the fact that they all wear mostly black counts too?#or that they have/used to have long hair...#I swear it didn't happen on purpose #btw Ghost my heart is yours #the goodest boy #the white wolf #artiesays

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sersi · 2 years

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Iron Man (2008) dir. Jon Favreau Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) dir. Sam Raimi Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) dir. James Gunn Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) dir. Joe Johnston Eternals (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao The Avengers (2012) dir. Joss Whedon Captain America: Civil War (2016) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo Thor: Ragnarok (2017) dir. Taika Waititi Avengers: Infinity War (2018) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo

#marveledit #filmedit #mcufam #dailyavengers #useroptional #elysia makes stuff #**elysia's gifs #*parallels #mcu #marvel #flashing gif cw #1k+#**elysiaedits

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 6 months

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Not a thot but a question, do you have any headcanons for Frank/Matt/Bucky?

Ohhh yeah I have a few. Thanks for your patience, I wanted to respond to this when I could sit and think and type everything out on my computer, not on my phone. Normal HCs at the top, spicy stuff below the cut.

Matt

Okay so I had this friend in highschool who was beyond disgusted by peanut butter, no allergy just totally hated the stuff. Like wouldn't kiss his girlfriend if she'd eaten it recently. I feel like Matt has an extreme food ick like this. Def not peanut butter but something like olive oil maybe? With his sensitive senses he gags when he even gets a whiff of whatever it is.

Speaking of peanut butter, I think it's a food staple of Matt's. The man can't take care of himself, so cooking full meals is just not a thing for him. So 2AM, back from patrol and he needs something to eat. Matt just eats PB straight out of the jar with a spoon like I did for meals in college.

Frank

Loves karaoke. Well, used to when he lived a more normal life. I don't think he sings amazingly well, but he doesn't care. He plays guitar obviously and Col. Shoonover mentioned his impressions skills, so that all concludes me to the fact the Frank likes to sing. He sings to himself/along with the radio when he's driving by himself between jobs. A lot of John Denver and Elton John.

For a holiday/birthday/anniversary gift one year he absolutely recorded Maria a CD of him playing and singing a few of her favorite songs. He'd probably do the same for you too if you were dating.

Bucky

Has a bit of a video game addiction. He was so fascinated by Stark tech at the fair, that I imagine he loves learning about everything that has come along since, but really got hooked on video games. I'm thinking your standard XBOX, Nintendo or Playstation games like the MLB/Baseball game and the Mario collection. Not big on first person shooter games like Call of Duty cause he's lived it obviously. But he can literally spend hours playing like FIFA or something. Absolutely gets on live to play with Sam, AJ, and Cass all the time.

Spicy Thots under the cut, 18+ please, I tried to keep it gender neutral in terms of x reader

Matt

Is really touchy during sex and also not during sex. Since the visual stimulation of sex obviously isn't there for him, he makes up for it by always having to be pressed against you fully or by having hands roaming and groping everywhere.

But also not during sex he's always grounding himself to you by being pressed as close to you as possible. Only time he isn't is when he's in a Matty Mood™ and feels like he doesn't deserve you or you deserve better or whatever Catholic guilt BS he tells himself. He gets over it eventually.

I feel like he likes really intimate sex but also is really playful during it as well. We saw a glimpse of this in She Hulk but I also think his just generally flirty demeanor hints at this. I'm talking like does things to make you giggle in the middle of sex.

Man also has a bit of a breeding kink. He's absolutely not ready to be a parent because his life is in shambles and as much as he loved his dad, he did not have good parental examples in his life, but regardless of his partner's gender or bodily anatomy, he likes the idea of filling you up, knocking you up and having that claim on you. I'm again blaming the Catholicism somehow.

Frank

The eye contact during sex!!!! Dude lost his whole family so anything good in his life he is afraid is going to slip away so he treasures it and takes it all in. We saw this during S2 with Beth but yeah, big guy just loves to watch every facial expression you make during sex.

He's also just really tender in bed. He's not big on kink stuff but will try it if you want but just wants to feel really connected during sex. He's mostly serious in bed but in a really beautiful and intimate way.

Mostly groans and grunts but loves to thrown in a "c'mon baby girl/boy" and begs for "just one more for me"

Bucky

I wrote a whole spiel about my Bucky bedroom hcs, but here's some more.

Of the three, I feel like Bucky is most playful and open to new things in bed. I don't think any of them are open to a full on Daddy kink, dom-sub kind of play but Bucky is the most likely to lean into elements and try things. After his time being under someone else's control I think he likes to feel a little in control, especially of his own body and sex life. But again, not fully into that type of dynamic. Like he might like to boss you around a little or call you dirty names in bed. Afterall, 1940s Bucky was a total flirt and very smooth with the ladies, so it stands to reason in bed he'd still bring some of that out.

#bucky barnes #matt murdock #frank castle #sebastian stan #charlie cox #jon bernthal #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader #the punisher #daredevil #winter soldier #mcu #mcu headcanons #headcanons #nmcu

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a-bucky-a-day · 5 months

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| THUNDERBOLTS (2016) #1

By Jim Zub and Jon Malin

#bucky comics #bucky barnes 616 #comic panels #marvel comics #bucky barnes #winter soldier 616 #616 winter soldier #bucky #thunderbolts #jim zub #Jon Malin

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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Teach Me

Here’s the first fic that’s part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there's a new fic every tuesday!

January

MASTERLIST

“Daddy, you made my bun lopsided!”

All Jack could do was sigh and redo his daughter’s hair again. They were going to be late if they kept this up. It was January, and it was the first day of school from winter break.

“Ok, Jayla, is this better?” Jack watched as she turned in her seat on top of the bathroom counter. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face as she tapped her pointer finger to her chin as she inspected her hair. “A LOT BETTER!”

“Thank god!” Jack said as he lifted her off the counter. If they didn’t leave in the next 5 minutes, she was going to be late. “Ok, soldier, I need you to go put on your shoes and wait for daddy at the door.”

Jayla stood at attention “Sir, yes sir!” She saluted him before taking off down the hall and towards her room. Moments later Jack hears her feet running back towards him, Jayla popped her head back into the bathroom “Thank you for doing my hair, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, mamas.”

The drive to school was pretty quiet other than the sounds of Jayla playing with her Bratz dolls in the backseat. Jack heard the little girl let out a deep dramatic sigh as he pulled into the school parking lot. He ignored the sigh as he got out the car to open her door, knowing what was coming next.

As he opened the door, Jayla sighed again but louder.

“Daddy…” Jayla said in almost a whine

“Yes, mamas.” Jack said while still unbuckling her out of her seat.

“Can I miss one day of school please?!” Jack had to give it to her, the puppy dog eyes were top notch. But he knew better than to give in. “You can’t, Jay. We’ve talked about this.”

Out of the car now, Jayla stomped her foot on the pavement and crossed her arms. “Why do you get to stay home all day and I can’t?!” She exclaimed looking up at him with her hands now on her hips. Jack bent down to her eye level.

“I’m at home working—“

“I can work from home too!”

All Jack could do was drop his head in a sigh, wishing her mother was here for moments like this.

“There’s things teachers can teach you that daddy can’t. It’s only for a couple hours.” Jack watched as Jayla continued to pout in front of him.

“And remember how excited you were when you found out you were getting a new teacher!” Jayla’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! Because Miss Brown had a baby!” She exclaimed

“Exactly, so if you don’t go you’ll miss out on the chance to meet her!”

Jayla starts bouncing on her toes before grabbing Jack’s hand and starts dragging him towards the entrance of the school.

“C’mon, slow poke!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that as he followed behind her.

JACKHARLOW

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urbanwyatt: took you long enough

user: Jack come out of retirement

user: does anyone know why he doesn’t make music anymore

user: ok you ate

user: sooo cute

user: this nice and all but dude we haven’t heard new music from you in years

“Jack, you sure you don’t want to hold on to this track, it's fire!” His long-time engineer, Nickie Jon asked him.

Jack just shook his head. He was happy with being a ghostwriter. Less pressure.

“But, Jack—“ the sound of Jack’s phone ringing interrupted whatever Nickie was going to say next. Jack breathed a sigh of relief before pulling his phone out his pocket.

Bloom Elementary School

Jack immediately answered the phone.

“Hello?” Jack said as he started grabbing his things. The school has never called him. Not even once.

“Hello. Mr. Harlow. I’m Miss Love, Jayla’s first grade teacher.”

Jack knew who she was, well kinda. The school was always sending daily emails. Reminders on how Jayla was doing, upcoming PTA meetings etc. So he remembers the email about Jayla’s class getting a new teacher after winter break. Back when Jack was in the public eye, he was more involved with the school since he was an alumni. The last few years Jack didn’t do many public appearances at the school, but would still anonymously donate money. He couldn’t stand the stares and whispers and people feeling sorry for him.

“Is everything alright?” Jack asked in a slight panic. His hand was already on the doorknob ready to leave. He was getting flashbacks to four years ago when his life changed drastically.

“She’s fine, I promise.”

Jack felt like a weight had been lifted as he released the breath he was holding. “Fuck, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Mr. Harlow.” She practically scolded him over the phone.

“Sorry, sorry! You just scared me, that's all.” Jack ran his hand through his already curls. Jack leaned against the door of his home studio. He felt like he needed to pick his heart up from the ground.

“No I’m sorry, I really should’ve opened with something better.” Miss Love said, sounding apologetic.

“It’s okay, how can I help you, Miss Love?”

“I was wondering if I could have a meeting with you after school? Jayla got into an altercation at school during recess.”

“Uh what? Jayla got in a fight?” Jack questioned. That did not sound like his child.

He listened as Miss Love cleared her throat before speaking again which made Jack stand up straighter. Yeah, Jayla was a tad bit sassy, and could be a chatter box but she had never gotten into any sort of trouble at school. She was very kind and was always nice to everyone around her. He couldn’t imagine her getting into a fight.

“She pushed another classmate at the playground, and while it wasn’t unwarranted I want to try to avoid this happening again in the future.”

Jack took a hand and rubbed his temples. “Yeah, of course. Can we talk today, after school?”

“Sounds good, see you soon Mr. Harlow.”

“Thanks for calling, Miss Love.”

When Jack was younger he always dreamed of settling down In Louisville and having kids with the person he loved.

Jack met Jayla’s mother, Alyssa backstage at one of his concerts and it was love at first sight. They dated for a couple years before she ended up pregnant. They were only 22 years old, one of his first hits WHATS POPPIN was topping the charts. They say the best moments in life are completely unexpected. While they were scared of bringing a baby into the world when they were both so busy, they couldn’t be happier.

The first couple months after Jayla was born were tough. With Jack’s schedule getting busier and busier and her Alyssa going through postpartum, the two spent many nights staying awake and crying together.

Jack’s parents tried to help out the best she could but while Jack and Alyssa were grateful for all the help they didn’t want to be so dependent on them.

Thankfully, things did get easier for them and they were on track to raising a beautiful and wonderful baby girl. If you had told Jack back then that years later he would unexpectedly become a single father, he would have laughed in your face.

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Being a teacher wasn’t always on Ariel Love’s vision board. She had dreams of becoming a writer. It wasn’t until she was offered a student teacher position in college that she fell in love with teaching. That's where she found out that working with kids was the most fun and rewarding job ever.

Ariel was born in Kentucky but moved to DC when she was only a little girl. It wasn’t till her principal at her old school presented her with a job opportunity to teach first grade back in Kentucky that she decided to move. During her interview with Bloom Elementary, they loved her background in writing and her work experience that they decided to hire her.

She has never taught her own class before, having always been a teacher’s assistant. That being said, she was very excited for her first day.

She had no idea that she was going to have to call home to one of her kids on her very first day. Miss Brown, the class's former teacher, had left notes on her kids so that she knew what she was working with. Ariel was shocked when she had to stop Jayla Harlow from hurting another child, Miss Brown only had positive things to say about her.

Even now it was hard to believe that the little girl who was sitting at her desk coloring had almost got in a fight today.

After the situation at recess, Ariel had heard whispers about Jayla’s father. Apparently, he used to be some super hot big time rapper before he suddenly retired and fell off the face of the earth. None of the whispers could prepare her for when he walked into her classroom. Walking in wearing a gray new balance tracksuit with new balance to match. A gold KY chain dangled around his neck and it looked identical to the one Jayla was wearing today. He had a beautiful set of bright blue eyes, with a scruffy beard and a head full of messy curls that looked like he was constantly running his fingers through.

Their eyes met for a second before he walked over to Jayla’s desk to greet her. Ariel watched as he pulled Jayla into his chest for an embrace and placed a kiss on her forehead. She couldn’t hear what he whispered in her ear but she could hear Jayla’s silent reply “okay, daddy.” Before quietly plopping back down in her seat.

Ariel stood from her seat as Mr. Harlow walked towards her. “Thank you for stopping by, Mr Harlow.” She said as she extended her hand for him to shake, and immediately noticed there was no ring on his finger. She felt her face get warm as his large hand grabbed hers.

“Uh, please call me Jack. I’m not even thirty yet so Mr. Harlow makes me feel old.”

“Ok, Jack. And since we’re going to be on a first name basis, you can call me Ariel.”

“Ariel,” he said slowly. “Like the mermaid?”

She could help but laugh at that. “Yes, exactly like the mermaid.”

She then motioned towards the seat in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“First, I just wanted to apologize for this morning. Definitely didn’t mean to scare you with the call.” Ariel began to ramble.

Jack just shook his head and waved away her apology. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“You said on the phone that she pushed someone?”

Ariel sat up straighter at her desk. “Yes. While I’ve only been Jayla’s teacher for about…” she looked down at her watch “five hours now, I can already tell she’s a wonderful student. Miss Brown only had the best things to say about her. One of our classmates was bothering a little girl from the kindergarten class, she did use her words before pushing the child. I’ve spoken to both of their parents about the situation as well."

“It won’t happen again, I’ve always taught her to keep her hands to herself. Right, Jayla?” Jack said before turning around and giving his daughter a stern look.

Jayla lifted her head up at the call of her name. “Right, but daddy they were being mean to Nova…so I’m not that sorry! ” Jayla exclaimed

Jack immediately turned back towards Ariel. “The student was Nova Wyatt?”

While she wasn’t supposed to give out this information, she figured that there was no point in lying to him.

“Yes, I assume you know her?”

“Yeah, I’m her godfather, and Nova’s dad is Jayla’s”

Jack sighed and placed his head in hands for a moment. He then lifted his head to speak again. “Shit, I’m sorry. Is there going to be any disciplinary actions for Jayla?” He asked before taking a look at Jayla before looking at Ariel once more.

Ariel narrowed her eyes at him for cursing again before shaking her head no. “Between me and you, Jayla was really upset about the situation. She immediately understood what she did was wrong. She’s not a bad kid, just protective over the people she loves.”

She watched as Jack nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I really appreciate it, is that all?” He asked as he went to stand.

Ariel nodded and grabbed a purple sticky note and wrote her number down. “As you know, I of course have your number because it’s in Jayla’s file but I wanted to give you mine.” She handed Jack her number and tried to ignore the small spark she felt when his fingers grazed hers as he took the slip

“My line is always open. You can ask me anything pertaining Jayla or about school events coming up. I can even send you little updates about her throughout the day.”

Jack smiled while looking at the note, loving the way she dotted her i’s with hearts. “Thanks, I’ll definitely reach out about school related things. I would love updates about Jayla, I miss her during the day.”

“You can even text me even if it’s not about school events.” Ariel blurted out, jesus first day of teaching and she’s already making a fool out of herself in front of a parent. At least this one is cute.

Jack could tell she was embarrassed but there was no reason too because he was planning on doing that anyway. “Hm, I think I will.” He told her with a smirk on his face.

Ariel’s face warmed at that. “I think that’s all. You and Jayla are free to go.”

She watched as Jack grabbed Jayla’s Bratz backpack and swung it over his shoulders as they walked towards the door.

“BYE, Miss, Love! See you tomorrow. I won’t push anyone tomorrow, I promise!” Jayla told her with a wave

She tried to hold in her laughter. “Bye, Jayla! We’ll have a better day tomorrow, I’m sure.” She gave the two one last wave before tending to the paperwork on her desk.

Ariel could help but smile huge at the exchange she heard outside her door.

“Daddy, were you flirting with Miss Love?”

“Will you quiet down?”

there was a beat of silence.

“well…were you?”

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 8 months

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Dead Girl Walking

Pairing(s): Jon Snow x Stark!Reader, Ned Stark x Catelyn Tully, refereneced!Rhaegar Targaryen x Lyanna Stark

Warnings: none

Words: 2086

Summary: If this could possibly be your last night alive, you wanted to make it worthwhile.

They were coming.

Arya and Sansa flagged either side of you, knowing that battle would be upon you soon. Maybe that night or tomorrow, the Night King’s army was drawing closer.

Winterfell had fallen onto your shoulders after your eldest brother was beheaded. When you took back your home during the Battle of the Bastards, the northern men that remained named you their queen.

No longer were the Starks scattered throughout Westeros. They were where they truly belonged: in the north. Fewer in numbers, but finally together.

Below the parapet you stood on, men and women alike were preparing themselves to fight for their lives. Surprisingly, their hustle and bustle soothed your nerves. Unsullied, Wildlings, Dothraki and noble blood laike were united. And despite the thumping of boots against stone, the night was otherwise calm and quiet. The fire at your back warmed you.

In a nervous tick, you hold the pommel of your sword. You hoped this wouldn’t be your last battle.

“Practice your dance moves while you still can.” You address Arya who nods and leaves to do just that. She had trained with the Faceless Men in Braavos; you hoped that would be enough to keep her alive. Leaving just you and Sansa alone. You didn’t want to scare her, but you needed to tell her the truth of things. “I may not make it out alive.”

Immediately she opens her mouth to protest but you silence her.

“It’s something that can very well happen. I want you to know now that if I am to die in battle, I want you to take my place as Queen of the North.” You took off the metal circlet that had been comfortably lying atop of your head. It had caused quite the argument between you and the Dragon Queen Daenerys. Even though she had accepted the north as its own separate dominion, she still didn’t like the crown on your head.It made her feel insecure. In a land where the people adored you and obviously didn’t trust her, Daenerys knew that the people were your’s. “This would look far better on you anyway.”

Sansa swallowed back whatever protest that had been sitting on her tongue. “You’ve been through worse battles than this.”

Unable to catch your laugh, you shake your head. “Never against the dead. The living are an easier foe.”

Clinking of metal behind you makes you turn. Sansa smiles fondly at the semi-armored direwolf. “Even Storm is ready for battle.” Sansa muses. Your dark gray direwolf was missing an eye from the bloody battle against Ramsay. It made her appear even more deadly than she already was. She towered over her albino brother Ghost and even some of the soldiers. The days when they were both playful puppies were long gone. Nostalgia grips you when you remembered how you and your siblings sat in a circle and picked your direwolf pups. Of course the odd looking one went to your bastard brother Jon. The albino pup had garnered your attention until Storm had stumble up to you in the most adorable fashion. She had chosen you. Out of all of your siblings, Storm wanted you as her partner in crime. From that moment you knew the two of you would be together until the very end.

And the end was probably creeping up.

As a child you had always been fearful, the kind of child that got scared over the smallest creature. Theon teased you relentlessly. Jon took the job upon himself to become your protector during such times. He would go after Theon with his sword and tend to you in an attempt to make you feel better. Thanks to Jon, he helped you learn how to be brave and not be so scared of the world around you.

You needed a little bit more help in remembering what it felt like to be brave. This was something your father had always warned you about. Winter had arrived and with it the Night King’s crusade. All of Old Nan’s tales were coming true.

Excusing yourself from Sansa’s side, you delve into the castle that was now completely your’s to control and protect. Old and ancient halls where you, Robb, and Jon would run through in the early years before Sansa and your younger siblings were born. Bruising knees on the hard stone when one of you fell down, the other two were always there to help their fallen sibling back up.

You passed the Great Hall where many were gathered, talking quietly amongst one another. Wine was being handed out to anyone who looked nervous. Liquid courage and perhaps the last sweet thing they may taste.

Some of the wildlings and Dothraki men were talking loudly, boisterous laughs echoing even though there was a language barrier. Drinking certified them as comrades in arms. The sight was enough to make you smile at least for a little bit.

Daenerys may have been gracious enough to loan you her army fro the time being, but it was you that made the Dragon Queen’s men and your own get along. The merging of Westeros and Essos. That was you. Something Robb was never able to do was keep his army together.

You inhale sharply and shake your head free of those thoughts that were best left in the grave. Yet your ears continued to grow numb to sound reducing you to stumbling about like a drunk until you finally made it to the family crypt. Your ever loyal Storm followed you down the tight stairs, making sure you didn’t fall. The musky smell of the crypts took the edge off of you as you entered the final resting place of your family. It was quiet and glowed warmly from the torches, revealing that there was one other living person already there in front of your father’s statue.

A man who turned out wasn’t Jon’s father. It must have been bittersweet for Jon to discover his true parentage.

“How fortuitous that you’re down here right when I need you most.” You smile shyly at Jon.

His lips turn up gently. “Something told me that I should come down here.” Ghost pokes his head from around the corner, red eyes two beacons of light. “Or rather someone. Besides, you used to come down here when you were younger. Something about it being quiet soothed you. For a child that was scared of everything, the crypts have never been a problem for you.”

“I felt like our ancestors were protecting me. Like they each gave me a piece of their courage.” The stoney face of Ned Stark looked down on you and Jon. Looking at the carved details of his face made you fill with sorrow. “I just wish Robb and mother could have been buried here too. . .”

“They may not be physically here, but their spirit is.” With the small amount of light offered to you, you catch sight of the scars on Jon’s face. Faint silver lines that told the story of his life at Castle black. They oddly suited him and his often serious expression. Catelyn may have never loved Jon, but Robb loved him just as much as Bran or Rickon. As hard as you searched his face, you just couldn’t see any Targaryen traits. Even if his father had been Rhaegar, Jon was of the north. The Stark in his veins was enough to overwhelm the Targaryen.

Gingerly, Jon wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you against his side. You focused on his warmth, the desires of your heart starting to become louder. There had always been an unspoken bond between you and Jon. Neither of you spoke of it out loud, afraid that even speaking of it would bring ruin to the both of you.

But he wasn’t by blood your brother. The truth was out.

Cheeks feeling warm, you take a step away from him. You laugh a little bit at yourself. “What kind of queen am I to show my fear? Mother would never have let her cards slip so easily. Sansa reminds me so much of her now. . .”

“You’re only human. You fear losing your home and people you love. You’re a good queen (y/n). Lord Ned would be proud of you and all that you have done. Winterfell once again belongs to the Starks because of you.” Dark eyes delve deep into you, eyes that wanted to let you know that everything would be okay and if not, well, Jon would stay by your side just like Storm. Until the very end. In the face of Daenerys Targaryen, Jon had to refer to her as queen; it was clear to all though that his real queen was you. He would not forsake you. Now now, not ever. Besides Robb, no man had ever loved you quite as much as Jon did.

Reaching your arms up, you cup his face with your palms. Easily Jon lets his face fall into your hands, nuzzling his nose into your touch. How easily Jon trusted you and put down his walls.

You wanted to hold him, place your head against his strong chest. Like you did when you went to the Wall to ask for his help. Years apart had changed you both greatly yet Jon’s arms still felt the same from when you had last embraced him.

Perhaps it was too bold of you, but being with Jon made you feel bolder; You sprung up on your toes and kiss. To finally kiss him after years of longing and confusion. If you were to die, you wanted to do so without any regrets. You wanted to let Jon know just how much you loved him and how you had never stopped. Relief had washed over you the moment Jon revealed what he had learned from Sam. That he wasn’t your half-brother which would still be looked down upon in the north if you were to have any sort of romantic relationship with him. Cousins were commonly married to one another.

Surprise took him as he slipped backward a little bit, but Lord Eddard Stark’s statue was enough to keep him up. It didn’t take long for him to melt against you. If you were to die, you wanted Jon to be the last thing you tasted.

Targaryen and Stark, perhaps the pair were always inevitable. The dragons had conquered the north centuries before, but had still been able to respect Torrhen Stark by giving him the title of Warden.

In his eyes you saw no dragon or wolf. You just saw Jon. Your Jon that you had known since you were a babe. Your best friend, your confidant, the one you had loved since you were a girl.

As he pulled away, stars filled his gaze as he breathed heavily.

“I love you Jon. More than a brother. More than a cousin. More than any man I have ever known.” You lower your gaze, feeling the sun in your cheeks. “If. . . If we are all to die tonight-”

Jon abruptly grabs your face and once again you’re kissing him. “We will live to see the sun rise. Not much good has prospered for me being half Targaryen, except for one thing.” To your utter shock, Jon bent down on one knee while still holding your hand. “My Queen, if you would have me it would be my honor to stand beside you for the rest of my life and after.”

You wanted to slap him initially for taking so long to propose, but you went with your second reaction: you threw yourself against him in an embrace. Both of your winter pelts smooshing against the other. “And how long have you been sitting on those words?”

Chuckling, Jon holds onto you as Storm and Ghost watch. “For years. It was never feasible until now.” You knew he could hear your heart beating fiercely. “We have no choice but to defeat the White Walkers now.”

Yes, you wouldn’t let the Night King take this one great joy away from you. For your future with Jon, you had to be brave. You would be brave. Jon had always been a source of courage for you.

The next kiss you gave him was of a different nature. Seductive and enticing, sweeter than any honey. You still wanted a taste. “Are you opposed to escorting me to my chambers?”

A boyish smile makes your chest flutter. “Of course, Your Grace.”

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #asoiaf fanfiction #game of thrones #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fandom #jon snow #jon snow x reader #jon snow fanfiction #jon snow imagine #jon snow x you #jon snow fanfic

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arabian-batboy · 8 months

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If you're one of those idiots who think Damian and Cassandra are the same exact character or that one of them is a better/worse version of the other simply because "they were both raised as assassins!" while ignoring how they're completely different characters who have completely different personalities, character developments, motives, family dynamic and upbringing (aside from the killing part, the way they were raised was NOT the same, at all) then you're also obligated to believe that:

Nightwing and Deadman are the same EXACT character (both were acrobats in a circus)

Hal Jordan and Steve Trevor are the same EXACT character (both worked as pilots)

Kon-El and Rebirth!Donna are the same EXACT character (both are clones of Superman & Wonder Woman)

Superman and The Flash are the same EXACT character (both grew up in the south and have super-speed)

Zatanna and Jon Kent are the same EXACT character (both are half-humans who took on their father's role)

Winter Soldier and Red Hood are the same EXACT character (self-explanatory)

The Joker and Harley are the same EXACT character (they're both clowns?? Hellooo?)

See how stupid you look?

#there's more to a character than surface-level understanding of their backstory that can be summarized in one sentence #like (they were raised as assassins!).......okay and?#like do you know how basic of a backstory that it? There 100's of other characters who were also raised as assassins #are you gonna claim that all of them are comparable to each other?#Damian Wayne #Cassandra cain

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 7 months

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𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖘 | 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒

Welcome to my horror masterlist! This is a small project I will be partaking in, in honor of spooky season, and for my love of horror. This is [ the original prompt ] I will be using, so please give the creator some love! This entire masterlist and my blog are 18+ and do not cater to minors at all.

This will be multifandom, and the characters will vary, and be listed below for each day. The plan is for me to start writing ahead, and to post each new fic at 3:33 AM EST Time, so it will be scheduled- but I also will do time zone reblogs.

As everything is posted, I will be updating this masterlist as well.

Here is my [ masterlist ] and a [ prompt list ] you can request from as the time goes on and we wait for the fics to be posted. The prompt list will get its own [ horror prompt masterlist ] as well. It will be linked when made.

warnings and triggers: tbd

C H A R A C T E R. L I S T.

ii. blank. red hood. jason todd. batfamily. dc comics.

i. cleave. ryomen sukuna.

iii. interred. alejandro vargas. modern warefare ii.

iv. urban. steve harrington. stranger things.

v. den. jade and floyd leech. twisted wonderland.

vi. head. konig. modern warfare ii.

vii. crossroad. dire crowley. twisted wonderland.

viii. count. denji. chainsawman.

ix. cycle. reiner bruan. attack on titan.

x. hotel. the winter soldier. james "bucky" barnes. marvel.

xi. devour. eren jeager. attack on titan.

xii. cubicle. makima. chainsawman.

xiii. club. trey clover. twisted wonderland.

xiv. pinch. captain johnathan price. modern warefare ii.

xv. viral. vil schoenheit. twisted wonderland.

xvi. bleed. ghostface. danny "jed olsen" johnson. dead by daylight.

xvii. penpal. ajax-tarrtaglia, "childe". genshin impact.

xviii. press. jon snow. game of thrones. asoiaf.

xix. scandal. simon "ghost" riley. modern warefare ii.

xx. freeze. aki hayakawa. chainsawman.

xxi. fragment. spiderman. peter parker. marvel.

xxii. track. nightwing. dick grayson. batfamily. dc comics.

xxiii. ward. alucard. castlevania.

xxiv. reign. malleus draconia. twisted wonderland.

xxv. vessel. itadori yuji. jujutsu kaisen.

xxvi. crawl. jacaerys targaryen velaryon. house of the dragon. asoiaf.

xxvii. tear. leona kingscholar. twisted wonderland.

xxviii. lonely. ghostface. danny "jed olsen" johnson. dead by daylight.

xxix. pray. noe archiviste. vanitas no carte.

xxx. nail. gogo satoru. jujutsu kaisen.

xxxi. epilogue. - to be determined -

#queen.masterlist #queen.writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader #modern warfare x reader #mw2 x reader #stranger things x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #castlevania x reader #genshin impact x reader #ghostface x reader #horror prompts #october horrors

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solipseismic · 4 months

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2023 poetry rec list

technically a day late but who cares! i don't. it's gonna be a long one this year too despite not having read or written as much poetry as of late; i'm putting my overall fifteen favorite + poetry book recs up here and the rest below a cut to spare your dashboards :)

2022

2021

books:

calling a wolf a wolf (kaveh akbar)

cinema of the present (lisa robertson)

dictee (theresa hak kyung cha)

pilgrim bell (kaveh akbar)

prelude to bruise (saeed jones)

the crown ain't worth much (hanif abdurraqib)

top 15:

abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian reservation (natalie diaz)

about eight minutes of light (robert king)

at luca signorelli's resurrection of the body (jorie graham)

ginen the micronesian kingfisher [i sihek] (craig santos perez)

gods, gods, powers, lord, universe-- (chen chen)

kupu rere kē (alice te punga somerville)

look (solmaz sharif)

ode to the 9,000 year old woman (@/goodbyevitamin)

one art (elizabeth bishop)

petitioning the patron saint of childbirth (danielle boodoo-fortuné)

so mexicans are taking jobs from americans (jimmy santiago baca)

the death loop (jon lovett)

the difficult miracle of black poetry in america: something like a sonnet for phillis wheatley (june jordan)

the madwoman as rasta medusa (shara mccallum)

vocabulary (safia elhillo)

& the gun echoed for centuries; interlude with drug of course; & the light devours us all (yasmin belkhyr)

a brother named gethsemane (natalie diaz)

a map to the next world (joy harjo)

between autumn equinox and winter solstice, today (emily jungmin yoon)

cherish this ecstasy (david james duncan)

coffins (derick thomson)

conflict resolution for holy beings (joy harjo)

failing and flying (jack gilbert)

ginen tidelands [latte stone park] [hagåtña, guåhan] (craig santos perez)

how to be a dog (andrew kane)

i love you to the moon & (chen chen)

i'm sorry birds (@/quezify)

insomnia and the seven steps to grace (joy harjo)

i was sleeping where the black oaks move (louise erdrich)

i watch her eat the apple (natalie diaz)

moth wings and other things (@/grendel-menz)

my father (ollie schminkey)

my soldier, my stranger (scherezade siobhan)

new year's day (joan tierney)

october (louise glück)

praise song for oceania (craig santos perez)

praise the rain (joy harjo)

real estate (richard siken)

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc (dante emile)

song of the anti-sisyphus (chen chen)

table (edip cansever, transl. richard tillinghast)

tear it down (jack gilbert)

temporary job (minnie bruce pratt)

the blue dress (saeed jones)

the lesson of the moth (don marquis)

the universe, as in one last song for the lonely hearts (michelle hulan)

throwing children (ross gay)

untitled (joan tierney)

voices (naomi shihab nye)

when i die i want your hands on my eyes (pablo neruda)

why i am not coming in to work today (jess zimmerman)

wolf moon (nina maclaughlin)

yes, it was the mountain echo (william wordsworth)

#2023 #last post of the 2023 tag :)#here's to another year of gay poetry #to be is to be backlit #poems #poetry #croidhe #poetry recs #poetry rec list #writing

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