#What If . . . ?

[critter-of-habit]

Cowboy Bishova kisses 🐎

[vivilurking]

What if she chose Jinu’s side after her own friends raised their weapons against her?

[tomatenverspachtler]

WHAT IF..

They both die at the end.

Thomas had to keep newt alive for as long as possible,which was difficult because of how ridiculously accepting newt was with dying. He dragged him through the burning city to a more quiet, ‘peaceful’ area. Newt collapsing, Thomas hearing Teresa’s message to him.

As Newt slowly got up, Thomas worried. Before suddenly seeing the blackened eyes, his heart dropping. The crank that was once his friend now fighting him, attacking him with all energy left in his body and obviously the flare spilling more into his blood by the minute. Newt got on top of him,long gone to the virus. Thomas panting, desperately trying to get the knife off of his chest that Newt was so eager to stab into him. Thomas tried everything, he couldn’t die yet, same went for his friend. Screaming when the knife dig into his skin slowly. Thankfully pushing the boy off of him, Turning onto his stomach as he tried to crawl on his knees to somehow get to safety since Newt was getting more dangerous by the second.. failing to get on his knees as he kept falling down, accidentally twisting—or even breaking his ankle in the fight, whatever it was,he couldn’t get up. He dragged himself little until suddenly feeling the sharp pain in his back that made him gasp so deep he could choke on the air in his throat—he had been stabbed.

Slowly slipping onto the floor again after all those attempts of getting up, after finally reaching his hand out for safety— he was doomed and so was Newt.. Thomas’s eyes teared up from the amount of pain he was in, a knife in the spine not necessarily a thing to easily recover from, tears running down his cheeks already. Shakily, lowering his head to rest on the ground, letting out dry huff as the taste of blood hit his mouth. He thought letting death just take over him instead of fighting it would be easier and it felt like it was but it was more horrible by the fact that he couldn’t actually hear his thoughts then. Not his body pumping with adrenaline trying to survive. He thought about Newt, when he first met him. Alby introducing the two. Having no idea that this boy would be the causing of his death someday. He would miss Minho,Brenda,Gally..Teresa..even Newt, Jorge and Aris too.

He didn’t even have time to close his eyes as his life began to pass away.

The Crank beside him just watched, having crawled to him last second to do the killing, just ..laying there now. Everything quiet for a moment before the bombs went off again in the background. He got on his knees and just looked at Thomas’s lifeless body for what felt like a long time. Shaking. His eyes starting to water. He started to quietly sob to himself,muttering random stuff,crank noises, “Tommy” slipping out of his mouth every once in a while. He looked at the blood splattered onto the knife,it going all the way up to his hand. There was still Newt somewhere in there.If only the cure had come on time. He didn’t blame anyone tho, this was his doing..All his fault. Thomas was dead because of him. Dropping the knife,

He reached over to get Thomas’s gun out of its holster. Reloading it with the last bit of human knowledge he had and pointing it at the side of his head slowly.

what if… during the scene of newt’s death (book or movie verse, whatever) thomas is trying so hard to keep newt alive while newt is losing himself to the flare and eventually, when he’s almost completely out of sanity and they are fighting, newt ends up killing thomas. and then- and then he snaps out of it and notices what he’s done and starts screaming and crying while covered in thomas’ blood and gets the gun and kills himself, his body falling right next to thomas’ on the floor… what if?

idk if there’s a fic for this already but i’d kill for it rn i swear…. pls if someone has something close to this recommend it. to me. now.

[maysilees-cardigan]

i’m imagining now a what if maysilee had won…

for this scenario, she wouldn’t have killed that gamemaker in the arena.

marrilee growing up healthy (i mean, as healthy as possible as a district 12 girl), without the debilitating migraines and ptsd from watching her twin die.

maysilee and marrilee still being friends and close to asterid, even after she left home to marry burdock and live in the seam.

madge and katniss growing up together, katniss actually understanding they are indeed friends. maybe maysilee would have a kid of her own, and this kid would be their friend too.

maysilee being there to help asterid with the girls after burdock’s death. since she didn’t try to blow up the arena, she wouldn’t be scared for her loved ones like haymitch was in canon universe.

​katniss being mentored by who was supposed to be an uncle but had to watch her grow from afar in one universe vs katniss being mentored by her aunt who watched her closely in another universe

[kynmoonlight]

Witcher Sign Off

In fics, we occasionally see characters use “Rock Paper Scissors” (or rock, parchment, dagger), but … what if Witchers used Witcher signs instead? 

With 5 major signs, it should work kind of like Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock. Since each sign would need to win against 2 and lose to the other 2, it wouldn’t translate exactly to actual fights, of course (just like you can’t really stop a rock in combat with a piece of paper). 

If it was a simple competitive game for trainees, they’d think they were just having fun, while they were actually memorizing their signs. Adult Witchers would remember the game, and keep it as a non-physical way to settle things like whose turn it is to pay for drinks, or bargain for the chores no one wants. 

I think of it as a ...

Sign-Off

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Jaskier wasn’t sure what he imagined it would be like seeing Geralt interacting with other Witchers. Well, no, that was a lie, he knew very well every single scenario he’d ever imagined, vividly and for many years. And this certainly wasn’t any of them.

This… this bickering like children over dividing up the chores Vesemir handed out that no one wanted to do. 

He’d expected the stoic, mostly mono-syllabic Geralt to be a bit more vocal at home in the familiar keep, but he was matching Eskel and Lambert in not only volume and verbosity, but petty childishness as well.

“Sign for it,” Eskel finally decided, and held his hands out, one over the other, palms down, with a challenging scowl.

Geralt humph-ed with an eye roll and imitated the pose, Lambert joining with a resigned sigh, yet somehow managing to do it aggressively.

“On three. One, two. Sign!”

They each slapped the upper hand against the lower on the count, then Geralt made the sign for Igni, while Eskel gestured for Yrden, and Lambert Aard.

Jaskier scrambled back, expecting a violent conflict right there over the lunch table, but all that happened was them holding out their hands in completely ineffective signs. 

Lambert cackled in triumph, puffed out his cheeks, and making a loud woosh sound pushed the others’ hands away with his Aard gesture. “Ha, Aard blows out your fire and blows away your trap! I’ll take inventory!”

Geralt shrugged, but waved his Igni over Eskel’s hand. “And I burn away your trap. Laundry, I s’pose.”

“What… what did you just do?” Jaskier asked.

“Sign off,” Lambert nodded, smugly. “Only way anyone ever beats Esk at signs.”

“It’s a way of deciding challenges,” Geralt said.

“So, you fight using signs, without actually using signs?”

“It’s a game, from when we were kids,” Eskel told him. “A way for trainees to learn and practice the signs before we could actually cast. Igni burns away Yrden and Axii, Yrden traps Axii and Quen, Axii stops you from casting Aard and Quen, Aard blows out Igni and through Yrden, Quen shields against Aard and Igni.”

“Doesn’t entirely hold up in a real combat, of course.” Lambert waved a hand dismissively.

“But we still use it as a way to settle minor disputes without an actual fight,” Geralt added.

“Ooh!” Jaskier brightened in understanding. “So I could actually fight you with signs without having any magic. This I have to learn!”

“Alright,” Eskel agreed, “Bundle up, bard. I’ll talk you through the rules while we feed the goats and chickens. Then you can sign off with us to see whose chores you’re helping with.”

[warsofasoiaf]

if dorne could harvest the old world sugar cane, how much of an impact do you think that could have in westrosi crusine?

Pretty substantial. The advent of cane sugar and trade with the New World was a massive change from the previous honey industry. Sugar produced from cane became a staple sweetener when it became cost-effective to ship it in bulk. Having it produced in Dorne would make it a true trade powerhouse, since the relatively calm Narrow Sea would make shipping it to eastern tradeports almost painless in terms of cost (compared to shipping it across the Atlantic). It'd be a game-changer, especially in the era of Daeron II where low-cost sugar would likely flood into King's Landing.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[stagandthestar]

“let’s hear it for captain america!” - bucky, about steve

“let’s hear it for captain carter!” - steve, about peggy

DO YOU SEE MY VISION?????? DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE??????? DO YOU GET IT??????????

[aeiou-agent-dreid]

A re-imagining of Samus Aran, of what if her Chozo and Metroid DNA was more prevalent in effecting her physical appearance.

This was a commissioned piece of art by the wonderful @hoshizoralone!

[reevesartisse]

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

[positivelypresent]

What if…?

[watercups]

aikazira

[diabloku]

What if... ☁️

Molly is there too guys....

I wish Molly will be his friend and one day they'll connect the dots about his Angel being her Anthony

[critter-of-habit]

pt 1: of Bishova cowboy au where Yelena is an outlaw hired to capture Kate, but of course nothing goes to plan...