#literally faster than a speeding bullet

[captain-303]

@queerjustices

i started drawing this idea i had, then my wrist began to hurt again, so instead of waiting for the pain to go away like a normal person i just used my other hand instead. and you know what i think its better this way

ID under the cut courtesy of @princess-of-purple-prose !

this is what i did before the pain began U_U

[ID: A sketchy Spy x Family comic. Loid and Yor are sitting on the couch, and Loid says, "Yor, I have a question." She says, "Yes?" and he asks, "Why don't you use a gun? I'd think you'd have learned. (As an assassin and all.)" Yor replies cheerily, "Oh, I didn't see the point when I can throw projectiles faster. It's quieter, too." Loid looks comically shocked.

The image under the cut shows a Yor kneeling on the floor and wiping down a long dagger, drawn with cleaner line art and captioned "they were gonna be sitting on the floor cleaning their weapons together :(" End ID]

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

I figured it out. How to solve the whole Superman v Flash who's faster debate without having to explain comic lore. Simply, Superman is faster than a speeding bullet while Flash is as fast as lightning. I'm sure this will clear everything up because everyone definitely knows the difference in speed of those two things. Definitely.

[lilislegacy]

did anyone else ever find it odd how easily zeus offered percy godhood? and how it almost seemed like he secretly wanted percy to accept? well i did, and after thinking long and hard about it…

i don’t think percy understood what turning down godhood really meant

demigods do tasks for the gods because they don’t have to follow any rules. they aren’t controlled by anyone or anything. demigods are a strange hybrid - not god, not human. they are in between the laws of immortal and mortal. they are not supposed to exist. yet they do, which is what makes them so extraordinary.

percy is crazy powerful. of course, there’s the aspect of raw power. he has domain over air (storms/hurricanes), land (earthquakes and volcanic eruptions), and sea (monster waves, tsunamis, floods, basically anything that involves water.) he can control bodily fluids. he has super strength (with one hand, he held up an unconscious annabeth who was being pulled down by both arachne AND the forces of tartarus). he has super speed (he moves faster than bullets in TTC). no matter how badly you hurt him, he automatically heals and regenerates the second he touches water (an ability no other demigod has). he’s an extraordinary swordsman. very skilled in combat and warfare. he’s smart, and thinks of plans quickly. but he also has a great deal of social/poltcial power… i mean, he’s a leader and hero to both the greek and roman camps. if he says “attack,” all demigods, greek or roman, attack. no question. do you have any idea how threatening that is to the olympians? he’s also best friends and has an empathy link with the lord of the wild, which basically means all of nature is by his side too, including all land creatures. he’s also prince of horses, which means pegasi too (both of which are extremely useful in battle). and of course all sea creatures, including the mythical ones like krakens and leviathans. not to mention many of the gods really like him. hermes, hephaestus, athena, aphrodite, and dionysis have all gone out of their way to help him. artemis holds him in high regard, especially since he saved her. apollo literally considers him his friend! and poseidon - his dad, the god who is the biggest threat to zeus - is fiercely protective of him and cares about him a great deal. many minor gods also like him because he demanded them to be given more respect and for their kids to be welcomed at the camps.

percy unknowingly has more power, both physical and social/political, than anyone should ever have. he may have absolutely no idea, but it must scare the living daylights out of zeus. by accepting zeus’s offer to become a god, percy would have submitted himself to the control of zeus. zeus would be his king and ruler. zeus would then have complete control over him.

but percy said no. therefore, percy remains out of zeus’s control.

percy had no idea what he was doing. but thank the gods he made that choice. thank the gods he’s an incredible person. thank the gods percy jackson has no desire for power, because he has more of it than anyone should ever be able to have.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— colder than my heart, if you can imagine

SUMMARY : you and soldier boy can’t seem to get along, but it may be because of something deeper than hatred or jealousy. 

PAIRING : soldier boy (ben) x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : Payback

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), soldier boy cloak-hating, dirty talk

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : title from a day to remember’s song. this fills the square rivals AU on my @jacklesversebingo card. I know, no smut in the presence of soldier boy?! what?!! xx 

This was it.

This was where he belonged. Soldier Boy. In the field. Well, it was a forest.

But this was home to him. 

The sound of weapons firing, bullets hitting trees and leaves and dirt. Soldiers on both sides and his team were shouting in every direction. 

Thick smoke clouded his vision, coppery blood and gunpowder invaded his nose, and stale sweat filled the air to make it all better. 

He inhaled deeply as a group of poorly-armoured men headed in his direction, their guns were immediately pointed at him. He smirked and counted them in his head as he drew his gun from its holster with impressive speed.

Faster than he could pull the trigger, though, he watched you drop down from the sky like the fucking Devil getting cast out of Heaven. A loud boom shook the ground, the trees shook, dirt rose and shot outwards, and all the smoke ran from you. 

Your cloak snapped at him mockingly and he clenched his jaw, nearly broke his gun in half as you stole the fucking spotlight again.

There you fucking were, a neon sign that begged to be shot at. 

Ice cold sheets travelled in front of you as soon as you hit the ground, your knees bent in what he could only imagine was your graceful pose. 

Arrogant little shit.

The ice searched for warm bodies, freezing everyone in icy cocoons within fifty metres while you stood there in your brightly lit, colour changing suit, and your stupid fucking cape.

He’d heard of you. 

Winter’s Wrath. 

Unstable. Literally. As expected, with a name like that. 

He watched you jump upwards, three times the length of your body before you smashed back down and every pillar of ice that was once a person, shattered into nothing. The ice quickly melted in the summer of South America, as if those glacial shards could do so only with your permission. 

“I had that,” he grunted, stomping forward to get in front of your face. Your dark grey cloak was lit by delicate, fine wires of light that changed colour: red to orange to yellow to green to blue to violet, and finally to pink before going right back. 

“I’m just here to help,” you assured him softly. 

Your eyes met his, but it was like he was only a ghost to you. Your gaze was distant at first, then you blinked once in confusion, and finally focused on him. He realised quickly, you were just watching the lights of your armour change and brighten his face. 

Yup. There was something wrong with you in the head, at least that’s what the other Supes said about you. 

“Stay out of my way,” he warned, his voice nearly a deep growl as he stood in your personal space. You considered his words with a blank face and he huffed out a breath of irritation when you stared at him for a good minute. Then, he stepped away and walked forward to rendezvous with his team. 

He heard the soft press of your feet against mud and the quiet ruffle of your cloak before he heard the gentleness of your unused voice. 

“Can’t,” you said more playfully, “I’m part of your team for this mission.” 

It’s like you knew he wanted anything but that. Someone that would outshine, outperform, and outdo him. He hated it. Everyone was already terrified of you. But he especially hated the colourful lights that followed you and the stupid sound of your cloak whipping your armour as you walked. 

“Got a problem with that, Ben?” You asked when you started to match his pace. He stopped to answer and expected you to do so, too, to listen to him like everyone else always did. Instead, you continued to walk forward while he remained behind you. He growled softly when you passed him and told him, “talk to Stan Edgar.”

He couldn't wait for them to put you back on ice. Preserved. Asleep. Like you always ended up after being awake any longer than a month.

For whatever reason.

“For three years, the CIA and the DEA have been trying to bring down Victor Santiago,” you heard over your ear piece. 

You spaced out as you admired the green of the Ecuadorian forest. A smile tugged at your lips as you breathed in the fresh air of untouched atmosphere, petrichor, wood. Leaves kissed each other, branches bent to touch their companions with quiet creaks, and animals sang their songs of peace and joy. 

Finally away from the city. 

“Santiago got his hands on sensitive Vought information. You’re here to keep Vought’s secrets safe from whatever Santiago has planned. Push into the forest, find his base, and take him out.”

It didn’t take long for you to remember that you weren’t actually alone. 

“It’s so fucking hot,” Tessa complained, mostly to her twin brother. 

“And all this fuckin’ leather doesn’t make it better,” Tommy agreed. You heard him stretch the leather away from his body and snap back at his skin when he got enough fresh air in. 

You rolled your eyes at them and instantly smelt the irritating stench of cigarettes from Soldier Boy. He made his way next to you and took a deep long drag that turned the butt of the cigarette red before releasing the smoke from his lungs in front of him like a damned smoke grenade went off. 

Leave it to the assholes in Payback to ruin what would have otherwise been a great time. 

“All right, fuckheads,” Soldier Boy started, walking a few feet in front of you as he adjusted his shield. “You know what to fuckin’ do and don’t forget…” He turned around and locked eyes with you—even pointed accusingly at you. “…Victor’s mine.” 

You bit your lip to hide your smug smirk, but settled for a fake cough as ideas to ruin his day swarmed through your mind. 

He ventured deep into the forest with Payback spread out to cover more land. 

He could still hear the buzz of Swatto’s wings on his left and caught glimpses of the Crimson Countess a few feet away to his right. 

But most importantly, you were off elsewhere, somewhere he couldn’t see. 

He didn’t want to see you or even feel the coldness of your existence near him. 

He’d had enough of the way everyone seemed to be drawn to you because of your abilities. His team, Stan Edgar, other Supes, and people who wrote articles about you—practically worshipped you. 

He could always control his team and keep them beneath him, within the shadow of the name he built for himself through Vought. But you were impossible to tame, like a blizzard. You froze everyone so they could only stare in awe at you, even himself. And he hated every second that you captivated him, caught up in your powerful presence. 

But it was inevitable. You were inevitable.

No matter how big the forest was, he’d converge with you one way or another as you and his team made it to Victor’s compound around the same time.

But you made sure it was clear that you were there first. 

He felt the ground shake and a gust of cold wind bit his cheeks when he entered to find the enemy forces that you came across completely frozen.

He knew you were doing it on purpose, leaving their fully frozen bodies untouched for him to finish off. He wasn’t going to play that game with you.

He ignored the call for his name and the red sphere from Crimson Countess that shattered the bodies when Ben hurried to catch up with you instead. 

He joined you when you came to an entrance where the guard stood, he could feel you start up again. The coldness of you beat down the heat of him, an ice pack to a swollen joint. He might literally become nothing if you climbed your way up above him.

You left the guard beaten, out of his mind in pain, and focused your attention on freezing the door until it burst open. He shot the guard carelessly between the eyes, his fiery gaze burned into you, but you were unphased.

You turned to face him, your lashes fluttering prettily at him. Smug. Challenging.

If he didn’t hate you, he might’ve liked the way you looked at him. 

But you left him standing at the entrance, looking over your shoulder with a tiny smile on your lips as you came near to a new, massive space with shipping containers and an infantry of what were most-likely henchmen.

There you went again.

Delicate. Elegant. But so irritatingly powerful. 

You took most of them out with the wrathful frost of your abilities. A fresh skiff of snow fell to the ground, on his armour, on his warm skin. He felt the shiver run up his spine but he ignored it to keep up with you. 

That’s when his team finally caught up and it gave you a chance to leave the remaining henchmen to Payback. It was still a race to you, the childish game you were playing annoyed him, but it provoked him into playing along to prove he was the best. He ignored his struggling team and stayed a step behind you as you made it to an old elevator where a small group of goons attempted to escape.

He grunted as he was shot at and punched. He staved off a few attacks with his shield, he punched at whoever got in his way, stabbed at whoever tried to stab him first, and finally was able to reload his gun while he watched you hold the elevator in place.

He joined you once he killed the last few henchmen and helped you drag the elevator all the way down. The thick wires creaked and snapped and blazed at the force of his pull. 

Your laughter distracted him momentarily. Your hood fell back and your soft hair swept over your flushed face when you leaned down towards the three men. You dragged the two of them out by their ankles with a playful grin.

Their attempts to shoot you were futile, the bullets fell from your body like rubber hitting metal. You still kicked away their weapons and pressed your boot into one of the men’s neck. Ben killed the other two as you began questioning the squirming, fearful man.

“Where’s Victor?” You loosened the force of your foot on his neck and the man gripped the bottom of your boot for a proper breath. 

“Come on, fuckface,” Ben urged impatiently, “answer the lady or you’ll end up like these guys.” The man hesitated and considered you and then him. You looked indifferent and cold and Ben looked furious and hotheaded. 

The man conceded with a vehement nod. “T-There's a base underneath.. That's w-where you'll find V-Victor.” 

Ben watched you release him entirely and you went to help the man up, but Ben shot him—casually. The man’s fingers grazed yours and he flopped back down in a pool of his brains and blood. 

You turned to glare at him.

“Yeah?” Ben rolled his eyes at you. 

“Why’d you do that?” 

“He gave us the information,” he shrugged, then made his way to the elevator with you close behind him for the first time since the mission started. 

“It’s not gonna be an easy path leading up to Victor, Ben,” you berated him. He rolled his eyes at you again and pounded the button on the wall with a fist to take you both to the lowest level. “He could’ve made it easier for us.”

“Well, since it bothers you so much, I give less of a fuck than I did before.” You scoffed at him and your jaw clenched. He smirked at your reaction and reloaded his gun to be fully prepared for the next fight. “I don’t think we’ve ever been together in such a small space for this long before,” he pointed out hotly and stepped closer. 

He really didn’t like you, but damn you were hot. Your ass looked so damned tight in your irritatingly light-y suit. He really wanted a piece of you, maybe, especially because you frustrated him. 

Your eyes narrowed at his tone. You looked up at him boredly. “That's because I don’t like you.”

“No?” 

“Yeah, no.” 

“I could make you cum like all your ice went through a fuckin’ heatwave.” He watched your eyes drift away as you pondered his words, your cheeks suddenly frosted with pink. He bit his lip at your reaction.

But the elevator shook as it stopped, landing on the floor where Victor would be. And you were out of there before he could add more to his offer. 

You continued to push through more loyal soldiers, making your way deeper inside. He helped you navigate several hallways and eliminate more enemies. You both split up again, but you always ended up at a nexus point, a hallway that led to a dead end up ahead.

He watched you go into a hallway across from him, but when he emerged from his, you didn’t meet him at the centre. 

He knew you must have found Victor. 

He swore angrily under his breath and stomped into the hallway you’d disappeared into. The lights flickered above him, there was a frozen path you’d created leading into the room he assumed you were in. 

He didn’t expect it, but you kept Victor practically untouched—he just didn’t know why. His feet frozen to the ground, there were no weapons near him. You were sitting on top of a desk, a frozen dagger began melting with warm blood in the head of Victor’s right-hand-man.

He looked away from them, away from Victor with a patch of ice over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his voice. You bit your lip and gazed up at him seductively when he contemplated you with wary eyes.

“Truce?” 

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[pinkgy]

Hello, a new writing blog with great writing!

How about some NSFW headcanons for the paradise lost demons (whb)? I'm not sure if you write for them since the request rules don't really specify it, so feel free to just ignore this if you don't.

Have a nice day!

Hi Anon !

Yes, I do write for every character from every of the fandoms listed in my request post.

I’m sorry if my headcanons might lack a bit of accuracy or are not as specific as the ones I wrote for the kings, we don’t know much yet about the Paradise lost demons so I’m writing this based of on my opinion, some investigation and the little content we’ve seen in the game so far about them.

Hope you like it and thank you so much for your request♡

𝗪𝗛𝗕 !

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

GN!Reader + Reader has a pussy + Slight mentions of She/Her pronouns in Buer’s.

𝗖𝗪: Overstimulation, Edging, Dacryphilia, Shibari, Toys (Vibrators), Praising, Degradation, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Lingerie, Somnophilia.

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥

⇒ He's a Top without a doubt, there's no debating in this, he would get mad at you if you dared to suggest the idea of him being a sub.

⇒ Lucifer is actually pretty sweet, yes, he does a lot of questionable things while "pleasuring you" but he never does anything that hurt you too much, you have a safe word and many other ways where you can communicate to him any discomfort you might have and he Iso gives the best aftercare.

⇒ He's into shibari, this mostly because this way he can have you all to his mercy so he can toy with you for hours until your face is covered in tears.

⇒ He's the worst when he overstimulates you or when he edges you, by doing that he forgets any kind of limits you have set for him, you can beg him to stop, he won't, the more you cry, the more he does it. If he is eating your pussy while he aggressively thrusts his fingers in and out and you are sobbing and telling him to stop, he is going to do it faster, harder and way for aggresively.

⇒ There's no such a thing as normal sex with him, he's into a lot of shit, one crazier than the other, and he's also pretty good at analyzing you and he can figure out pretty quickly the things you like, and Lucifer will also be into those things.

⇒ "You say that it's too much ? Well, this cunt tells me overwise, and those beautiful tears all over your face don't seem to be out of pain, so don't lie to me and give me one more

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗦

⇒ Marbas confuses me, he technically cant be freed from his restraints without Lucifers permission because his libido and violence are to dangerous for EVERYONE, but for the sake of this headcanon, lets say that he's not that bad when he's free. (ill include some headcanons where he's tied up tho, thats literally his kink)

⇒ Marbas is a Top, the fact that he's into being tied up does not means he subs, he definitely doesn't.

⇒ He would tie you up if you begged enough or as a punishment, but you better appreciate it, it doesn’t happen as often as you’d think.

⇒ He loves when you use toys on him while hes tied up, specially those wired bullet vibrators, he's soooo into being defenseless in front of you.

⇒ When he's tied up he loves being overstimulated, suck his dick nonstop or furiously rub it it up and down or play with his dick head, the sight of your face covered in his cum makes him go crazy.

⇒ But in spite of this headcanons, he tops, a l w a y s, you can have him tied up and ruining him with a bunch of bullet vibrators attached to his dick, he's dominating you somehow.

⇒ "Do i look that weak to you ? speed up that vibrator right fucking now or else im not fucking you"

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗫

⇒ I don’t know why, but he gives switch vibes, but is leaning towards subbing.

⇒ Morax likes to be taken care of but not to the point of being a pillow prince.

⇒ Omg praise him please, he’ll become the whiniest boy out there, tell him how beautiful he is when he cums or how cute his moans are.

⇒ He’ll do anything for you, if you want him to completely submit to you, he will, and if you want him to fuck you senseless and completely rail you, he will, Morax is the definition of being into what you’re into.

⇒ As his kink says, he’s into body modifications, if you have one, he’ll go crazy, and if you don’t, that’s fine for him. But if you wanted to get one, even if it’s temporary, just to please him, you’ll drive him crazy, not because of the modification, but because of the intention.

⇒ “Just tell me, whatever you want me to do, just tell me, I’m yours, every part of me is your property, I’m here to please you and only you”

𝗕𝗨𝗘𝗥

⇒ He’s neither a dom nor a sub, but he’s not a switch, he just likes to feel good and likes to make you feel good, but he tends to get a bit dominant sometimes.

⇒ Wear fluffy lingerie, bonus points if it’s animal themed. (I don’t see him being into pet play tho, but who knows)

⇒ Buer is a box full of surprises, you never know his next move, he can be kissing you in the most romantic way possible, and then suddenly he’s spitting in your mouth.

⇒ Buer has something that makes me believe that he’s into somnophilia, but receiving it, he likes to challenge you to make him cum without waking him up, and the feeling of having his pants wet with his cum makes him go crazy.

⇒ He would love a pillow princess, to just please her and only her for hours, that’s a big fantasy of his.

⇒ “We have all the time in the world, so for this night and every night you want, so let me be the one that makes you feel the best you’ve ever felt”

[dailycass-cain]

As promised many months ago to end this day, here's a 🧵of the insanity Cassandra Cain's "human" body can do due to what David Cain put her through (besides the two obvious ones of body language and various forms of killing he trained her in).

The best issue that showcases that is of course Batgirl Vol. 1 #14 where various government agencies look at the footage Cass got caught filmed in.

The first few pages are literally showcasing how inhuman, but still bordering on human she is due to what David Cain put her through.

This is always fully covered throughout Batgirl Volume 1 and is usually forgotten when writers and editors tend to have their job. Not saying any names or storylines of any RECENT kind where a WAR broke out in GOTHAM.

is still salty YES

We've seen Cass's speed all the time throughout the Puckett run. To just showcase the prior issue's bullet dodging or her issue of Tim (#18) be child's play (along with her taking several shots up close and dodging each one from a certain corrupt government bastard).

Nah the best example of Cass's true "speed" is in #34 facing the mob boss Ving and his gang.

Yeah, you're seeing that right she is faster than a freaking bullet. Surprising how SOME seem to forget that in other comics. 🙄

Something even Batgirls remembered (#15) when Cass was playing shogun dodge with Cluemaster who was trying to shoot her with a shotgun.

But what of Cassandra's strength? Just how strong is she really?

#19 where Cass is faced with the obstacle of three-inch quartz preventing her from escaping a gas chamber. So let's examine just how thick three-inch quartz is.

Well, let's google just that.

A SEVEN on the hardness scale. Further research says that it can only crack due to "extreme impacts" which wouldn't ya know:

As for her body itself, Batgirl/Ghost: The Ressurection Machine #3 suggests this about Cass being immune to A LOT of poisons:

Something Batgirl Vol. 1 "sort of" delves in #50 when both she and Bruce are doused with a new batch of super drug but it turns out they were both immune to it due to them being built differently than normal humans.

This is all the more surprising because a few issues prior to (#46) Cass is doused with a version of it, but you could say given what she "sees" Cass is under A LOT of stress (the building tension with Bruce, Babs breaking up with Dick, Superboy/Black Wind stuff). Plus she does "sort of" snap out of it to beat the bad guys in that issue.

Just like in #51 she avoids the pheromones to Poison Ivy even though she is showing signs of falling under the hormones but snaps out of it due to willpower (something Bruce was almost succumbing to before he fully snapped out of it too).

It really feels like "this anti-poison" ability Cass had was all but forgotten once the series ended. Of course, naturally with a certain "infamous" story ONE YEAR LATER, but also Batman & Robin Eternal as she is affected by Fear Toxin (among other stuff too).

#9 & #59 showcase that David Cain shot Cass regularly so much that she can not even feel it. This could explain also HOW she was eventually able to dodge bullets and become so fast.

#22 also showcases this as well so this is not something simply just randomly put in. This was something the writers wanted to show the sickening lengths David Cain put Cass through.

Again, #14 brought up Cass's metabolism and how off the charts it was. I think something we just overlooked is that in #26 Cass slept for 20 hours a day for four days (or perhaps longer) straight until she fully recovered from fighting Lady Shiva.

That's not even going under the amount of food she consumes. This little detail was first showcased in #39 when Cass ate like she was freaking Goku.

This little bit of detail was brought back in #66 when she ordered THREE burgers (I'm assuming with everything on it) with three sides of fries and a BIG milk.

Amusingly, this detail was recently brought back in Nightwing #106 & #108 where she FEASTED on who knows how many pancakes.

Lastly, I feel this bit is worth mentioning as well from #47 with Doctor Lewis Friedman who started the theory on body language that David Cain made a frightening reality with Cass (shame he was never brought up again after this issue).

All this isn't even counting on the extremely LONG hours of shower time Cass picked up in the Gabrych run that even Willingham's Robin (which went on during this) teased (something again Batgirls kept up on).

So there you have it. The utter anomaly that is the body of one Cassandra Cain.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Chase

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: A relaxing motorcycle ride

A/N: Enjoy

Warnings: minimal angst, violence, blood, guns

The wind stings your face as Nat drives you through the bustling streets at a nauseating speed. You’ve only been on a motorcycle a couple of times, and this is definitely not one of the more enjoyable times. Neither you nor Nat had been given the opportunity to put on helmets before you were peeling away from the curb to get away from the literal mob of people that had surrounded you. 

You two had been running an errand, when you’d realized that someone was following you. This one person became four, and by the time Nat got you back to her bike, it was 7 people with barely concealed weapons and similar looks of distain. You’d been unarmed, you still were, but Nat only had two guns to their 5, so she’d done the smart thing and retreated. She’d of course taken a shot at some of them, and they scattered before running to their cars as Nat revved the engine and got you out of there almost before you’d had a chance to jump on the back of the bike behind her. 

Now you were racing down the street trying to lose the three cars that were gaining on you. Given that it was the weekend and barely 6 there were a lot of people around you, and a lot of traffic in your way. You’re not sure what you can do to help, and continuing to turn and see how far away your pursuers are is only stressing you out.

The fact that you’re so close to the cars beside you as Nat weaves in and out of traffic is making your blood pressure dangerously high. You’re so close to them that you feel your legs brush against the occasional tire or door. You’re too distracted to even attempt to shoot apologetic looks at the drivers that are laying on their horns all around you. You just hope that they don’t become collateral damage.

“What can I do to help?” 

Nat doesn’t have a free hand to gesture to the holster at her hip, but she turns just long enough for you to hear her voice over the constant roar around you. A semi just blew by you and you feel like your heart is in your throat. 

“My gun, and call Yelena!” 

You aren’t sure which of these you should do first, and given that you need one hand around Nat to keep from falling, you figure that you’ll grab the gun first. You feel your heart beating wildly as you shift your arms and grab her gun, reminding yourself that the safety’s already off, before setting it in your lap. You reach into your jacket pocket for your phone and dial Yelena as quickly as your nerves will let you. 

Wanda frowns as she taps the side of her empty coffee mug with a thoughtful look. She isn’t sure she likes the solution that Yelena’s come up with, but she honestly can’t think of anything better. She doesn’t want to say this; however, since she knows how smug her friend will be. Instead, she glances at her watch to see that it’s getting late. She wonders when you and Nat will be finished and meet them here. 

Wanda opens her mouth to tell Yelena that she’ll consider her proposal, but she’s cut off by the sound of an obnoxious motorcycle driver going far faster than necessary. Yelena looks over Wanda’s shoulder as the redhead grimaces, and she watches in confusion as three cars race by just moments later. 

Neither of them gets to comment on this before Yelena’s phone begins to ring and they both glance down to see who it is. 

 “Y/n?” 

You can barely hear your friend’s voice but you don’t waste any time as Nat takes a sharp turn and you nearly go flying. You curse under your breath as you nearly drop the phone when you slam into the passenger window of a car on your left. You glance over your shoulder despite your commonsense and squint directly in to the headlights of the closest SUV. 

“Lena, we ran into some trouble! We need a little—shit! Backup!” 

You curse loudly when a bullet hits the pavement close enough for you to practically feel it. You keep the call going, but drop the phone in your lap before grabbing Nat’s gun and aiming behind you. Your aim is okay on a normal day under controlled circumstances, but today while swerving on the back of a motorcycle, you don’t trust yourself. You aim for the tires and scowl when the bullets just bounce off. You groan under your breath before turning back around to shout in Nat’s ear. 

“Do you have any ideas?!” 

You take a quick survey of the surrounding area and feel your stomach drop. It’s rush hour and the streets are predictably congested. You wonder how you’re going to get out of this when you’re apparently already within shooting range of your pursuers. You’ve already pissed off a lot of drivers, but you have a feeling it’s only going to get worse if you actually figure out a way to get out of this. 

Yelena and Wanda have already left their table and they’re running for Wanda’s car. She throws the keys to Yelena since she’s a better offensive driver, and Wanda holds her phone as she listens to the sound of Nat’s engine and you shouting curses. 

“Which way are you headed, Y/n?” 

Yelena’s already taken off in the direction you two went when Nat tells everyone her plan. She needs to get out of the crowded streets and try to ditch them which sounds great in theory, but not so easy in practice given that there’s 4 lanes of traffic between you and the nearest side road. 

Wanda’s cursing the fact that she told Steve and Bucky to stay back at the compound which makes them at least 30 minutes away. They’ll have to handle this themselves. 

“North on Broadway! Just follow the jerks that are shooting at us!” 

You grab an extra magazine from Nat before stuffing it in your jacket pocket with a sigh. You turn just enough to spot your target and you try to shoot out their windshield. Unsurprisingly, it is also bulletproof and you release a string of curses before contemplating your options. You’re glad that your friend is a good driver and that her swerving in and out of traffic keeps you from getting shot, but she’s right. This is not the easiest place to lose the three SUVs on your tail without causing collateral damage.

Not to mention, you’d love for Wanda and Yelena to catch up to you as well. You wrack your brain for options as one of the SUVs roars up behind you almost close enough to hit you. You open your mouth to curse again and look up to find yourself staring down the barrel of several guns. 

“Nat!” 

Wanda hears you shout before a volley of gunfire drowns out the roar of Nat gunning it down the road toward their most likely escape. She holds her breath as she accelerates toward the nearest lane of traffic forcing a car to swerve and a truck to get rear ended. You hiss and hold onto her like your life depends on it as the bike tilts dangerously when Nat makes a sharp turn to avoid a large pick up. It’s tall enough for you to only see the front license plate inches from your face as Nat navigates the nightmare around you. 

She hears you groan under your breath when she’s finally got you past the worst of the traffic. When she cuts the corner and heads toward a less populated area, you hand her gun to her with a trembling hand. She can’t help but notice the blood on your fingers and she curses herself as she hears your shaky breath. She doesn’t get to ask before you’re speaking up in a surprisingly steady voice, but she realizes quickly that this is mostly for Wanda’s benefit. 

“We’re almost to the bridge. Nat’s put a little distance between them and us. Hopefully that will give you time to catch up to them and blow them up or something.” 

You’re partly kidding because you’re sure your wife will want to question at least one of them. You mostly said it because your arm is burning from where one of their bullets grazed you. You’re sure you should be grateful that they’re terrible shots, but you’ll focus on that later once you figure out how to staunch your bleeding while on the back of a motorcycle that’s now going close to 90mph.

“Will you be alright until we lose them?” 

Nat’s running a redlight and only seconds away from the bridge, but the cars on it are at a standstill. She’s going to head for the sidewalk and drive across it as fast and safely as possible so she can find somewhere to stop and regain her bearings. She also has to make sure you’re not going to pass out on her.

When she feels you squeeze her shoulder, she realizes that you’re doing your best not to admit you’re hurt. She can imagine why, but she just feels her already tense muscles protest at the additional burden of her increased anxiety. 

“I’ll feel much more relaxed once we’re off this bike. No offense!” 

When Yelena turns toward the bridge, she just barely sees Nat’s red hair disappear as she skips the road all together and goes to one of the walkways on the right side of the bridge. She spots the three vehicles that had been chasing you, and a pair has already abandoned their car to try their luck at shooting you. Wanda doesn’t have to tell Yelena to get her closer, and she takes survey of the weapons that Yelena had instructed her to grab from the trunk. 

She hadn’t realized that the blonde had stashed these in her car, but now wasn’t the time to look a gift horse in the mouth. It had taken some fenagling and a few long moments without her seatbelt, but she’d gathered a shocking number of weapons that would luckily be useful for what Wanda intended to do next. 

The gunfire doesn’t stop as you and Nat ditch the road altogether, and you just hold on tight as you try to make yourself as small as possible. Luckily you’re not hit again and no one else appears to be when you chance a look back. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see the pair that had been shooting at you retreat. You don’t entirely understand why until you hear a deafening boom that almost makes you cover your ears. You’d guess that was divine intervention in the form of your backup, but Nat confirms this when she speaks up with audible relief. 

“Looks like Lena finally used that rocket launcher I got her!” 

It takes you a couple of seconds to process this, and you’re incredulous when Nat finally drives off the bridge and finds somewhere secluded for her to stop. 

“Her what??” 

Nat just shakes her head as she parks haphazardly behind a building that looks like it’s caving in. At least it offers a modicum of privacy and you can’t even hear the road from here which is nice. The surrounding relative silence is calming and you take a deep breath before brainstorming how you’ll get off this bike without getting blood everywhere. 

Nat beats you to it, and jumps off the bike before turning to help you up. She quickly finds the source of the blood she’d noticed earlier and she holds back her immediately reaction in favor of getting you taken care of. She doesn’t have much on her because her bike can’t hold much, but as she helps you to your feet and watches you take off your jacket, she realizes it’s not too serious. She breathes a sigh of relief before moving closer so she can confirm her suspicions. It’s a graze and unfortunately those like to bleed, but luckily its not severe.

She says this and can’t help but laugh when you smile in response. 

“That’s great news. I’m sure that will make Wanda less vengeful.” 

Wanda watches with a sick sense of satisfaction as Yelena shoves the unconscious man into the (now empty) trunk of her car. She’s waiting for you to come back with Nat and she tries not to think about how it’s been almost 10 minutes since they intercepted the trio chasing you. They’ve relocated at this point since they couldn’t stick around the bridge that now had a couple of cars on fire. They’d taken a hostage and decided to head back to the compound, but they were waiting for you and Nat first. 

Wanda wanted to make sure that you’re okay after your impromptu car chase. She remembers her first one and she was so stressed afterwards she’d crashed as soon as she’d gotten home. She’d slept nearly 16 hours straight, and it wasn’t even that big of a deal. She wanted to be there for you in case you had a similar experience. 

She’s beginning to doubt this is the case when she sees you smiling behind Nat as the redhead comes to a stop beside them. Wanda’s smile drops as soon as she sees the makeshift bandage around your upper arm that’s already spotting with blood. 

“Y/n, what happened? Did you get shot?!”

You are already grimacing as you jump off the motorcycle as gracefully as possible. You reach out for Wanda with a smile that does nothing to dim her worry, and you only sigh before you reach out for a one-armed hug. 

“It’s a graze, but yeah. One of those fuckers got me. You got them right?” 

Wanda’s still trying to catch up and process the fact that you were shot, but she manages to nod in response. She grabs your arm and fusses over you for a bit before she gestures to the car behind her. She tells you her plan to take him back to the compound for questioning. 

You only smile in response before you turn to face Nat who’s still waiting for the ball to drop. You offer her a smirk before practically leaning into your wife who still hasn’t let go of your injured arm. 

“Sounds great, can I ride with you? I think if I have to get back on that bike I might vomit. No offense, Nat.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes before she sighs in defeat. After staring at your arm for a solid 30 seconds she decides that it is can be dealt with once they get back. She grabs your hand before nodding and leading you to the passenger side. 

“Yes, detka. You can ride shotgun, but we’re heading to medical as soon as we get him sorted.” 

You know there’s no point in arguing despite the fact that you barely notice the burning in your arm right now. You still feel a bit high on adrenaline, so you’re blaming your minimal pain on that. Once you come down, you’re sure you’ll regret skipping getting checked out. For this reason, you just smile before shooting Yelena a look when she pouts about having to sit in the back. 

“Okay, Wands. Let’s get out of here.” 

Masterlist

[stellarstarcelios]

🐰 You know, I love the in game logistics of some of the Heroes' abilities, and sometimes when I mention them to people, they think about it and realize how crazy they are.

🐰 Like, we all know DVa's Defense Matrix stops projectiles. But people forgot or don't know that the in game explanation for this is that her hands as a professional gamer are so quick, and her reflexes are so good, that she literally shoots projectiles out of the air.

🐰 You can see it too if you look at DVa's hands during Defense Matrix, because you can see her thumbs pressing the buttons on her handles while she's stopping projectiles.

🐰 And like, it doesn't have to be a normal bullet either. She literally shoots laser/light projectiles like the weapons Tracer, Mercy, Orisa, etc. have. DVa is literally so fast with her hands, she can stop light based projectiles. She's literally faster than the speed of light.

🐰 I don't know about you, but I think that's a pretty neat detail and explanation. :)

[themotherofthehouse]

I just wanted to post my rant on how Wonder Woman would beat Superman in a fight without being doxxed, tumblr seems nicer than TikTok and other apps. So I’ll voice my opinion here.

Now, the main argument I see when it comes to this is that she’s weaker and slower than him. Well, you know who’s also weaker and slower than Superman? Batman. So by that logic Batman being human would lose all fights against him since Superman is just a god. But he doesn’t.

Because when compared to people like Batman and Wonder Woman, Superman is like a kid with a yellow belt. WW and Batman are some of the best, if not the best fighters in the DCU (Batman said WW was the best melee himself). It does not matter if you’re the strongest on the team, as goes my favorite Wonder Woman line “What’s power if you don’t know how to use it.”

To put it bluntly, Superman doesn’t know how to do anything but throw punches, while Diana has been trained royally and has thousands of years of experience over him. And I’ve had someone say, “But Batman’s trained Superman a bit!” Not for 5000 years though.

Superman has too many weaknesses to win against Diana. Not just kryptonite, red suns, plot, or magic, but his lack of training and experience. Not to mention Diana isn’t that much weaker or slower than Superman. As said by Batman himself, his raw speed is faster, but her combat speed is faster. Her reflexes/reactions are so good she’s literally knocked out flash (lol)

Bringing up one of the other points of magic. Kryptonians are very vulnerable to magic, and guess what? Diana is magical. Her lasso is magic, her outfit is magical, her very creation is magical. Doesn’t matter what origin you use, magic is used. That is something that can be used to turn the tides of the battle toward her.

Another thing I’d like to address. Someone saying “But Diana is vulnerable to bullets!” And what is something she does in most of her media? Block bullets. She’s blocked bullets blind and entered the speed force. Not to mention had deflected an infinite mass punch from Zoom. And I don’t think Superman is going to be shooting at her mid-fight.

To sum this rant. Wonder Woman wins against Superman even though he’s barely stronger and faster since she’s a better fighter and is able to use his weaknesses against him.

(I forgot to add, with her ability to talk to animals she could just convert Krypto to fight Clark.)

Evidence and cites.

JLA 13 (2006)

Justice league of America 27 (2006)

Wonder Woman 212 and 214 (1987)

Wonder Woman Plus Jesse Quick #1

I couldn’t find the WW and flash comic name but it’s prob a Justice League 2000s comic 😭

Please leave more fights 💗💗

[dw-flagler]

it’s not.

thanks, past me. i wasn't aware that mach 15 was a high top speed, but you've really saved my bacon.

[divine-knight-hand]

Literally rushed out of the shower because I have a very important discovery to share:

PIETRO MAXIMOFF IS NOT STUPID!!!

If anything, I’d stand to argue quite the opposite.

No, maybe he’s not smart in the widespread knowledge sense, but he’s rocking with a brain processing power at speeds we couldn’t even begin to conceive of!

mind-melting nerdy rambling under the cut

I was rewatching some of his scenes the other day… for science (👀)… when one in particular stuck out to me the most.

The scene in which Barton shoots through the floor under Pietro’s feet:

Silly rivalry/banter with Barton aside, the abrupt change in pacing of the shot was what caught me off guard in the first place, and it got me doing some thinking...

Look at Pietro's eyes! He's following the bullet through the air! The average person would be lucky to only see a blur of movement, but he's clocking it at intervals that far surpass the capabilities of the average person.

"Duh, Divine! He can move faster than the average person. We knew that!"

Well, yes, we knew that his body can physically move faster than the average person's. I don't believe anyone's given much thought to the fact that this can also extend past running or fighting.

According to MIT, it takes the average human brain 13 milliseconds to receive a signal from the eyes. And Survival Stoic says that a bullet can move from between 600 to 2,000 miles per hour.

Doing some quick math (except not by myself because I'm an English-based major, so math is not my forte...):*

The slowest a bullet could possibly move (and this is a really rough calculation, since I'm not taking weight, inertia, wind resistance, etc. into account) is almost 11 inches every millisecond. That's only about an inch under a foot every millisecond!

Here's a little additional conversion for my non-American crowd:

That's almost 27 centimeters per milisecond!

Remember when I said that it takes the average human person about 13 milliseconds to fully process what they're seeing? The bullet would've whizzed by yards before they would've even realized what was happening, but Pietro clocked it at such high intervals that he saw it move in slow motion.

DO YOU REALIZE HOW FAST THAT SIGNAL WOULD HAVE TO TRAVEL FROM HIS EYES TO HIS BRAIN TO DO THAT??? THAT'S HOW HIGH HIS MENTAL PROCESSING POWER WOULD HAVE TO BE!!! ASTRONOMICALLY HIGH!!!

If his brain moves that fast, think of some of the other doors this could potentially open for him! Could this mean that any of his bodily systems/abilities have the potential to operate faster than those of the average person's?

Speed-reading

High metabolism (Constant cardio + absorbing and burning calories at a high rate = constant hunger???)

Regeneration, even??? (Not enough to recover from a spray of bullets, but I digress-)

This ended up raising more questions than answers, I'M GOING TO LOSE SLEEP OVER THIS!!!

Also, if you've made it this far in my ramble, please enjoy a gratuitous shirtless Pietro gif:

*Edited to remove an unnecessary conversion

[love-takes-work]

Steven Universe–Centric perspective on Multiversus #4

Disclaimer: Reading these for just a fun little drip of SU content, and I know the people writing this are not in charge of the Steven Universe IP. This issue, more than any other so far, made me go WHY DIDN'T THEY CONSULT ANYONE ABOUT HOW STEVEN UNIVERSE WORKS?

(I only comment on the SU content, sorry.)

Multiversus #1 commentary

Multiversus #2 commentary

Multiversus #3 commentary

On #4:

This honestly isn't terrible, to have Garnet covering Steven's ears when another character is swearing as sort of a gag, but Garnet literally doesn't give a crap about if Steven hears bad language (and has intentionally said what passes for swear words around him). Very much would see Pearl doing this, but not Garnet. That's picky though.

I actually do like Steven having a lot of faith in the heroes getting the job done, but I don't think he would be massively against trying to help them save the world just because "Mr. Superman" told them to stay behind. There are MULTIPLE almost identical situations to this in the show where the Crystal Gems (including Garnet!) told Steven to stay behind or run from danger, and he found a way to help them anyway because he couldn't just stay behind and let them fight the battle. (Also, again picky and I don't want to be annoying about choices artists make, but what's with the Wreck-It Ralph fists on Steven and how they draw Garnet with these teeny legs? Steven's whole body could be measured as like .75 of one Garnet Leg. Is that a unit of measure? It should be. He can only hug one of her legs at a time. It's so cute.)

Moving on . . . .

There's a disaster and Superman is attempting to be faster than a speeding bullet to catch and rescue a bunch of characters who are falling. He catches Garnet and fails to catch Steven.

I promise Garnet doesn't need to be caught, but he wouldn't necessarily know that. What's baffling to me is that Steven falling and being hurt when he falls in the water is the big dun-dun-dun of the comic issue.

But Steven has floating powers. Sometimes he has trouble controlling them for sure, but choosing a character who can essentially fly to be the tragic lost hero who succumbed to gravity is certainly a weird choice. I read online that in Multiversus Steven is supposed to be at about Season 2 levels of development, which might patch this issue since Steven didn't learn to float until Season 3, but one of his Multiversus attacks lets him "float forward" while delivering kicks, so I don't know.

Beyond that, having a situation where Steven is potentially falling to his death when Garnet is there seems questionable at best. She not only has future vision which in the show leads to super fast reflexes--and has literally caught Steven from falling before using this ability--but even if she somehow didn't foresee it, she has a shapeshifting ability where she could reach out and grab him (which she has also done twice in the show when Steven was in trouble and she just shapeshifted her hand and arm to grab him). To be fair, shapeshifting is not listed as an ability either character has in the Multiversus game.

I know it's just a silly tie-in and not canon, but again, some very small changes could have avoided some of these glitches.

[under-the-dirt]

watching scary movies with price, who normally isn’t phased by them. but the particular one you two watch? let’s just say, no one is getting sleep.

tysm anon!!! i love your request sm!!!! i literally squealed when i saw your request so ty!!

pairing: john price x reader

tags: horror movies, cuddling, implied relationship, gn!reader, john price is older (30s) reader is younger (20s), spooky season!! UNDER 13 DNI!! IF I SEE YOU’RE UNDER 13 AND INTERACTING I WILL BLOCK YOU!

You begged John to watch a horror movie with you, and tonight he finally obliged. You were together, cuddled up on the couch with your head against his chest and his hand on your hip.

He was sure he wasn’t going to be phased by a dumb horror movie, and he could be the shoulder you hide your face in at the scary parts. Scary, of course being the parts with throw up or needles.

But god, was he wrong. Even he, John Price, Captain in the TaskForce 141, survivor of multiple bullet wounds and bombings, found himself jumping, yelping, holding his breath at tense parts, etc.

At some part, your scream covered his yelp, and you hid your face in his chest, asking if the scary part was over.

“Y-yes it is, bunny” He says gently, and even you didn’t miss the shake in his voice and the dilation of his pupils.

“Are you scared?” You ask sweetly, and he chuckles and shakes his head, both of you returning to the movie.

By the end, he was gripping your waist with shaky hands. You were breathing shakily, absolutely scared out of your mind. He was much in the same state, panicked and trying desperately not to show it. He’s fought in wars! A silly horror movie shouldn’t scare the great, strong John Price! Yet, his breathing was quicker, and he held you closer, looking around the dark room as the credits roll. But by god, he swears he sees a face in the darkness.

“Boo!” You giggle, and he jumps and huffs.

“Bedtime, sweetheart.” He chuckles, lifting you up and walking far faster to your room than normal. He was definitely scared.

He set you down on the bed and turned on the lamp on his nightstand under the excuse that you were probably scared and wanted a nightlight.

He hops into bed and holds you close like a stuffed animal, big, scary John Price looking around the room as if a monster will jump out of him at any moment.

He pretended to relax, hoping he’d convince you he was asleep and make you fall asleep, but you both doubted the other was actually sleeping.

“Are you asleep?” You whisper.

“Err.. No,” He replies, curling you closer to his chest.

“That movie was scary,” You whisper, looking up at him.

“A little,” He responds in a whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your crown. He’ll try and try again to convince himself the movie you watched wasn’t all that scary, but still, it didn’t change the adrenaline in his veins, the speed of his heart beat, the shallowness of his breaths which he tried to calm.

You huffed softly, not believing him, but still nuzzling in his chest to feel safer. You both were terrified. You wish you chose a different movie.

TYTYTYTYTYTY FOR THE ASK ANON!! i love your idea!! this was a ton of fun to write as i am a huge horror movie fan! i just watched insidious and it was super good. any horror movie ideas?

[stormcloudrising]

If JD won't hook up then who do you think is the younger and comely lover Dany was dreaming about? There's also the mystery man who was cold a ice. Two quotes hinting at a mysterious man for Dany seems like too much of a coincidence.

Hi Nonny,

Thanks for the ask.

To answer the first part of your question, let’s look at the passage you referenced.

What Dany wanted she could not begin to say, but Jorah's kiss had woken something in her, something that had been sleeping since Khal Drogo died. Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow. —A Storm of Swords - Daenerys II

The passage is about wish fulfillment on Dany’s part. She’s lonely and wants someone to love and lay beside her at night. She’s looking for someone to take the place of Khal Drogo. But she’s a young girl and she doesn’t want someone like Jorah who’s old enough to be her father. Young girls dream of men closer to their age who are comely and daring and adventurous. She very liked Sansa in this instance.

Dany’s wish fulfillment is not about any specific person as is suggested by the shifting shadow, but more her thoughts on the ideal partner. The passage is also a set up for the introduction of Daario as a couple of chapters later, the shadow comes into focus with his arrival on the scene.

Daario is as unlike Jorah, and as similar to Khal Drogo as it’s possible to be without him actually being Drogo. Young and comely? ✅ a warrior and leader of men? ✅ Dark and dangerous? ✅ He even wields an arakh like Drogo.

Daario personifies the type of man that interests Dany. So, while Dany may not have literally dreamt of him, he’s the type she was dreaming of. Hope that makes sense.

As for the man with blue lips, many fans in the fandom are of the opinion that it’s Jon and I’m suspecting that you are of this opinion as well, but I disagree with that interpretation.

The basis for this theory is Bran’s first weirwood vision when he saw Jon’s dead body in the ice cells at Castle Black.

Finally he looked north. He saw the Wall shining like blue crystal, and his bastard brother Jon sleeping alone in a cold bed, his skin growing pale and hard as the memory of all warmth fled from him. And he looked past the Wall, past endless forests cloaked in snow, past the frozen shore and the great blue-white rivers of ice and the dead plains where nothing grew or lived. North and north and north he looked, to the curtain of light at the end of the world, and then beyond that curtain. He looked deep into the heart of winter, and then he cried out, afraid, and the heat of his tears burned on his cheeks.

—A Game of Thrones, Bran III

Except for Jon’s body being cold and frozen, the rest of the scene doesn’t match up. Of course, blue is mentioned in the wall, and a body will start to turn blue when exposed to extreme cold as cyanosis or livor mortis sets in because of lack of oxygen. However, the bruised blue lips doesn’t match up.

The man with bruise blue lips and a member as cold as ice Euron, which is interesting because while Daario and Drogo were similar types of men, the way Daario and Euron are described, they could almost be the same person. It’s why some in the fandom are in favor of this theory.

I don’t think they are the same person because the timing doesn’t match up, and it would mean that Euron was able to be in two places at once; and nothing in the story thus far has shown that to be possible. So, unless George comes out with a magical reason that would explain how Euron could fly across the seas faster than a speeding bullet, they are two separate individuals. Oh, and there’s also the fact that Daario’s lips are not blue.

My thinking is that Daario is in the story to prepare Dany for Euron. If she loses Daario, and that possibility is on the table, she will be more susceptible to Euron when he starts trying to worm his way into her feelings. He’s the type of guy she goes for, and he will heavily remind her of Daario. Also, her dream of the man with the blue lips suggests that Euron may already have begun his seduction of her.

George actually begins the set up to it being Euron a few chapters earlier when Xaro Xhoan Daxos pays Dany a visit, and then he reveals the truth in TWOW.

"Not all your enemies are in the Yellow City. Beware men with cold hearts and blue lips. You had not been gone from Qarth a fortnight when Pyat Pree set out with three of his fellow warlocks, to seek for you in Pentos."

Dany was more amused than afraid. "It is good I turned aside, then. Pentos is half a world from Meereen."

—A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys III

After Xaro leaves, Barristan as the Lord Commander of her Queens Guard shows his concern at the potential threat.

Ser Barristan cleared his throat and said, "This warlock that the merchant spoke of …"

"Pyat Pree." She tried to recall his face, but all she could see were his lips. The wine of the warlocks had turned them blue. Shade-of-the-evening, it was called. "If a warlock's spell could kill me, I would be dead by now. I left their palace all in ashes." Drogon saved me when they would have drained my life from me. Drogon burned them all.

"As you say, Your Grace. Still. I will be watchful."

—A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys III

Dany’s choice of words is interesting because Pyat Pree is not the warlock Barristan needs to worry about. In A Feast for Crows, we get this interesting conversation between Victorion and Euron, when the latter sends the former to Meereen to bring back Dany for him to wed. Keep in mind that AFFC and ADWD is one book split into two, and so events in them are taking place around the same time.

Euron turned to face him, his bruised blue lips curled in a half smile. "Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower?" The wind came gusting through the window and stirred his sable cloak. There was something obscene and disturbing about his nakedness. "No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap."

______

The captain took the cup Euron had not offered, sniffed at its contents suspiciously. Seen up close, it looked more blue than black. It was thick and oily, with a smell like rotted flesh. He tried a small swallow, and spit it out at once. "Foul stuff. Do you mean to poison me?"

"I mean to open your eyes." Euron drank deep from his own cup, and smiled. "Shade-of-the-evening, the wine of the warlocks. I came upon a cask of it when I captured a certain galleas out of Qarth, along with some cloves and nutmeg, forty bolts of green silk, and four warlocks who told a curious tale. One presumed to threaten me, so I killed him and fed him to the other three. They refused to eat of their friend's flesh at first, but when they grew hungry enough they had a change of heart. Men are meat."

—A Feast for Crows - The Reaver

Xaro tells Dany that two weeks after she destroyed the House of the Undying, and left Qarth, Pyat Pree and his warlock brethren sail to Pentos in search of her to exact vengeance.

And Euron later tells Victorian about capturing a gallaes out of Qarth with 4 warlocks and a quantity of shade-of-the-evening. What are the odds that he and Xaro are talking about two different sets of warlocks? Absolutely nil, which is confirmed in the preview chapter for TWOW, which George read at a convention. It was taped by fans and later transcribed by Poor Quentyn.

“Drink with me. Your king commands it.”

Euron grabbed a handful of the priest’s tangled black hair, pulled his head back, and lifted the wine cup to his lips. But what flowed into his mouth was not wine. It was thick and viscous, with a taste that seemed to change with every swallow.

Now bitter, now sour, now sweet. When Aeron tried to spit it out, his brother tightened his grip and forced more down his throat. “That’s it, priest. Gulp it down. The wine of the warlocks, sweeter than your seawater, with more truth in it than all the gods of earth.”

“I curse you,” Aeron said, when the cup was empty. Liquor dripped from down his chin into his long, black beard.

“If I had the tongue of every man who cursed me, I could make a cloak of them.”

Aeron hawked and spat. The spittle struck his brother’s cheek and hung there, blue--black, glistening. Euron flicked it off his face with a forefinger, then licked the finger clean. “Your god will come for you tonight. Some god, at least.”

—The Forsaken - The Winds of Winter Preview Chapter

There is a suggestion in another Dany chapter that while in exile, Qarth might have been Euron’s base of operation when he was not out reaving.

Dany had laughed when he told her. "Was it not you who told me warlocks were no more than old soldiers, vainly boasting of forgotten deeds and lost prowess?"

Xaro looked troubled. "And so it was, then. But now? I am less certain. It is said that the glass candles are burning in the house of Urrathon Night-Walker, that have not burned in a hundred years.

—A Clash of Kings - Daenerys V

Many in the fandom, myself included think that Urrathon Night-Walker is Euron. It fits with all the symbolism and him conveniently being in the area at the same time, but there’s also the curious detail revealed in an Asha chapter concerning an ancient Greyjoy ancestor from the Age of Heroes. With his legend and similar sounding name, he seems to have been a Euron prototype.

"Torgon Greyiron was the king's eldest son. But the king was old and Torgon restless, so it happened that when his father died he was raiding along the Mander from his stronghold on Greyshield. His brothers sent no word to him but instead quickly called a kingsmoot, thinking that one of them would be chosen to wear the driftwood crown. But the captains and the kings chose Urragon Goodbrother to rule instead. The first thing the new king did was command that all the sons of the old king be put to death, and so they were. After that men called him Badbrother, though in truth they'd been no kin of his. He ruled for almost two years."

—A Dance with Dragons - The Wayward Bride

So we have Euron, which clues suggests might have been in Qarth around the same time as Dany, and who might just have a glass candle, using shade-of-evening. A drug it is suggested came into his possession when he captured Pyat Pree’s ship that sailed just a couple of weeks after Dany left Qarth.

The same Forsaken preview chapter confirms that it was indeed Pyat Pree’s ship that Euron captured when Aeron sees the captured warlocks on the Silence, Euron’s ship.

Last were two warlocks of the east, with flesh as white as mushrooms, and lips the purplish¬-blue of a bad bruise, all so gaunt and starved that only skin and bones remained. One had lost his legs. The mutes hung him from a rafter. “Pree,” he cried as he swung back and forth. “Pree, Pree.”

—The Forsaken - The Winds of Winter Preview Chapter

While Dany discounted the warning Xaro gave to her about Pyat Pree, it is taking form in her dreams with the man with bruised blue lips, and all evidence point to the warlock in question being Euron.

That night her cooks roasted her a kid with dates and carrots, but Dany could only eat a bite of it. The prospect of wrestling with Meereen once more left her feeling weary. Sleep came hard, even when Daario came back, so drunk that he could hardly stand. Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone. She wanted to shake him, wake him, make him hold her, fuck her, help her forget, but she knew that if she did, he would only smile and yawn and say, "It was just a dream, my queen. Go back to sleep."

—A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII

As it is strongly suggested that Euron also has access to a glass candle, it is quite possible that he’s entering Dany’s dreams and seducing her in that manner. It’s strongly implied that he’s doing just that to his brother, only, he is giving him nightmares. However, while Euron might be manipulating Aeron in his dreams, the Damphir is also seeing the truth of some things.

The dreams were even worse the second time. He saw the longships of the Ironborn adrift and burning on a boiling blood¬-red sea. He saw his brother on the Iron Throne again, but Euron was no longer human. He seemed more squid than man, a monster fathered by a kraken of the deep, his face a mass of writhing tentacles. Beside him stood a shadow in woman’s form, long and tall and terrible, her hands alive with pale white fire. Dwarves capered for their amusement, male and female, naked and misshapen, locked in carnal embrace, biting and tearing at each other as Euron and his mate laughed and laughed and laughed...

—The Forsaken - The Winds of Winter Preview Chapter

So, yes, all evidence so far points to it being Euron and not Jon who Dany dreams of. And in a way, with Daario’s similarity to Euron, one can argue that both Dany’s dreams were about the same person…Euron.

[icycoldninja]

Your dmc headcanons are awesome! Are you familiar with Star Wars? If so can you do all four of the dmc boys with a Jedi s/o? They have the power of the force, a cool lightsaber, and wears those cool Jedi robes, perhaps even have a cool spaceship they use when they need to travel back to space, it’s up to you.

Thank you 💜 While I'm not a star wars fan, I know quite a bit about Jedi. Here you go, and hope you enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Jedi!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante loses it entirely upon discovering you're a Jedi. No, he doesn't know what that is, but you have telekinesis (kinda)!? And a long glory sword?! And a spaceship?! It's so freaking cool!

-Begs you to teach him how to use the Force--he wants to be able to hit Vergil with various objects from across the room.

-Is really, really interested in your lightsaber too, like a little kid messing around with tool's he's never seen before.

-Wants to spar with you all day, every day, so he can see your cool Jedi powers in action. We're talking epic sword fights, scenarios where you deflect his bullets with The Force, and generally horsing around and being goofy, cause that's what he's like.

-If you take him with you on trips in your spaceship, he's gonna be so impressed. He could spend hours just wandering around, touching and looking at all the weird yet awesome stuff you've got in there. He thinks it's so badass.

-If, however, you must leave for deep space without him, Dante will understand. He'll spend his time training so he can fight you when you get back--he might also try to teach himself to use the force by meditating, lifting up rocks, and the like. He does have potential, who knows, he might even get it someday.

■ Vergil ■

-He doesn't care much about your spaceship or your boring robes, but the Force? Now that, that is power.

-Vergil needs power. You will teach him The Force, regardless of whether or not he actually has Jedi potential, otherwise you will suffer the rage of the Motivated One.

-He likes your lightsaber, too, but he'll never admit it. The bright neon colors command his attention akin to the way a laser pointer commands that of a small and furry cat.

-Sometimes when you're in the shower or busy with something non-Jedi related, he will borrow your lightsaber, take it out to the backyard, swing it around a few times and revel in its awesomeness.

-He likes the look of your spaceship, but not riding in it. Poor Vergil gets motion sickness from traveling through hyperspace.

-When you leave for deep space missions (if such a thing ever arises) Vergil will miss you terribly and deign to distract himself by putting on one of your spare robes and taking a nap in it. Don't judge him, it's calming.

□ Nero □

-Thinks your lightsaber is badass as hell and wants Nico to figure out how to integrate one into his arm so he can have a lightsaber hand or something like that.

-The Force is also really interesting because he can ask you to grab him something and it will come literally floating towards him. A couple times it even hits him in the face

-Will definitely use your powers to play tricks on Dante, Nico, and pretty much everyone else he knows, tricking them into thinking there's a ghost haunting his house, when in actuality, it's just you and your Jedi tricks.

-Doesn't care much for your spaceship, unfortunately, and won't ride in it unless you make him. He doesn't like air travel in general, let alone a massive spaceship that goes faster than speed of light.

-When you leave for deep space, as you often have to do, Nero will continue to call and/or text you. He doesn't care if outer space has no internet, he WILL check on you at least once a day.

-Regarding your cool Jedi robes, it's safe to say Nero has exactly one use for them: using them as a blanket.

● V ●

-The Force is an incredible ally to the two of you, and not just for fighting. Now, V has a way to get around with having you physically carry him; he can be moved with the Force.

-Considering that V has the makings of a Jedi himself (or maybe a Sith *cough* Kylo Ren *cough*) it's no surprise he shows interest in your pretty lightsaber.

-He likes the colors and the sounds, so much so that he decided to write a poem about it and put said poem on the refrigerator.

-He likes to watch you train too, wishing he had the strength to wield such a powerful weapon and such interesting abilities. However, his cane will do.

-He likes to wander around your spaceship, if he has time and you will allow him to. He may also join you on your travels, though most of the time he just stays in the ship and looks out the window because he isn't physically capable of traveling across unknown planets.

-Unfortunately, sometimes you have to leave by yourself, and when that happen, V will spend his time writing melancholy poems about you, listening to sad music, and generally being emo until you return. Then and only then will he smile again.

[the-a-j-universe]

Oh, speaking of the variable geometry warp, wich was designed to stop the whole "high warp is fucking up spacetime" thing, voyager has to do a section of the trip on sublight and its apparently faster to go across their territory at max impulse (wich I believe is 0.9c) instead of around it at... however fast warp 9.975 is. But the reason they have to do it on impulse is because the the people who control that territory are aware of warp damage so they refuse to use it but the intrepid was spicificaly designed to minimize that and they don't even bring it up. God. I love Voyager it was my fist proper show I watched all the way through but is has some really big errors. Ive said it before, Voyager has some of the best Star Trek ever put to screen bit it also has objectively the worst, well other than that one enterprise episode with the 3rd gender species.

Eh, It can't have been designed for that specifically, because the Intrepid was already in service when that problem was brought to Starfleet's attention (I think the Intrepid was actually literally mentioned in that same episode, by Geordi), but I get what you're saying. So much missed continuity in that show, in spite of all it does well.

If you'll allow me an aside, though, I can explain what I think the variable geometry engines were actually built for.

We know from how warp speed is described, in-series and in supplementary material, that a bubble is created around the ship at warp, literally warping space by dipping partially into another dimensional layer, while continuing to intersect with normal space. The design, exterior and interior, as well as the placement of a ship's nacelles is chosen to ensure that that bubble can be shaped to encompass the entire vessel.

Ships like that Galaxy, for example, don't do this particularly efficiently. Their warp bubbles are tall and, compared to ships like the Intrepid, or even, like, the Excelsior, wide and blunt in the front. They move as fast as they do by just applying more power to the problem and shoving space out of the way, so the "wake" they create when moving is violent and, as we learn in TNG, damaging.

Even before Starfleet knew of the damage, though, there would have been reason to want to change this. The Galaxy was the biggest ship that Starfleer had ever built, so it would've been their best example of the diminishing returns of just building ships to be more powerful without any specific consideration for how their warp fields would be shaped. Building ships designed to make use of flatter, more streamlined warp bubbles would save energy, in an era where reactors were already just so potent, freeing up that huge quantity of extra power for other things, even while at high speed.

That's why we see Starfleet ships start to have lower profiles and longer, narrower shapes in the Dominion War era, not just because this shifts the center of mass of a starship, even a large one, to allow for easier maneuvering, but because it turns the ship from a boulder into a bullet, allowing for more efficient travel at warp, displacing space as little as possible, and even preventing that damage.

And what modern ship class do we see that lower, longer shape on first? The Intrepid-class. Which makes perfect sense with what else we see on that class: Galaxy-style tech, but advanced beyond the original Galaxy project stage, a new, supposedly more efficient means of computer processing, and nacelles built with a new way to shape a warp bubble by moving. It was a ship that was built to take what was learned from the Galaxy-class and make it more efficient. So, even before the issue of warp speed damaging space was known, it still makes sense for ships of the Intrepid-class to be perfect for minimizing that damage, entirely by accident.

Of course, this is even more reason why this function of the ship should have been mentioned, but that's just par for the course.