#so a bit of context

[rosieshipper]

Are you Man Enough to Take the Blame for This?

Summary: In the midst of the civil war fight, Rose sees Tony fighting Wanda and something primal inside her emerges

Words: 1308

Romani translation

San Mishto - Are you okay

Everything was a wild blur. Friend fighting friend, blood shed on both sides. Rose was currently on top of a squirming Clint in the form of a massive tiger, trying to keep him pinned to the ground. It pained her deeply to be fighting against people she once saw as family, but now there was no time to think on that, all that mattered was getting the seven of them subdued long enough for them to take matters into their own hands

Rose hoped and prayed that this fight would end soon. For not just her sake but for everyone’s. “Just stay down Clint. It’s better this way.” She hissed as she kept one of her massive paws pinned on his shoulder. Suddenly in that moment there was a commotion nearby, catching Rose’s gaze. Wanda had been flung down into the tarmac by an unknown force. She let out a cry of pain as she reeled from the force against her back

It was taking everything inside Rose to not run over to Wanda to see if she was okay. She may have been her girlfriend but…they were on opposite ends of the fight. Wanda aligned with Steve’s ideals of not having the government control them while Rose was on Tony’s side, saying that they needed to be held accountable for the damage that they do. It absolutely killed Rose inside and for that very reason she stayed far away from Wanda throughout the fight, unable to face her head on herself

Suddenly, Tony’s familiar red and gold suited person came flying down from the sky and stood over Wanda, one of his repulsor cannons aimed right at her face. Rose knew that Tony was only trying to subdue Wanda and wasn’t aiming to actually harm her badly, but something deep inside Rose’s very psyche trembled to life. A deep seeded instinct that Rose could almost describe as primally protective began to take shape inside her head

When Rose looked at Wanda, seeing the fear in her eyes as she raised her hands to try and protect herself, all she could see was the one and only thing she needed to protect in that very moment. However when she looked at Tony, she didn’t see the man that she also loved, the man that took her in as a child and raised her as his own. No…in her eyes…he was a threat, a threat to the love of her life, and she wouldn’t stand idly by as her love was being threatened

Rose let out a loud and guttural roar as she leapt off Clint and began to charge towards Tony. With each bounding step, she was quickly closing the distance between her and the metal man. Faster before Tony could react, she barreled into him, knocking him clean off his feet and disorienting him as he hit the ground

Tony was caught in a daze, unable to understand what had just happened. One moment he had Wanda pinned to the ground and was just about to subdue her when the next moment massive force hit his left side, sending him flying. When he was finally able to orient himself, Tony was met face to face with Rose’s massive tiger form he had seen her in earlier

She was seemingly looking right through him, her massive purple eyes were angry slits. “Rose? What are you doing? Stand down.” Tony demanded, not knowing what exactly was going on with his kid to make her act this way. His words however seemed to go in one ear and out the other as she began to stalk him, slowly inching closer and closer like any predator animal would

“Rose! Enough!” Tony told her as he backed away, unable to fly away as one of his boot blasters was damaged when Rose had rammed him. Once again Tony’s words fell on deaf ears as his daughter stalked ever closer. And sure enough before Tony had any chance of getting away, Rose jumped at him, her massive weight slamming into him and knocking him to the ground

With him down on the ground, Tony felt a pressure around his neck as Rose’s teeth were effectively clamping down on either side of his neck. She wasn’t getting anywhere however as the suit was effectively protecting his windpipe from being crushed. Growing frustrated that her teeth weren’t working at eliminating the threat, Rose began to swipe her massive paws at Tony’s head, her large claws gripping the metal and tearing at it as if it were nothing

The integrity of Tony’s suit was failing and with a calculated swipe across from Rose against his helmet, her claws sliced right through the metal and cut a nice sizable slash across his face. As a last ditch effort to get Rose off of him and to snap her out of whatever daze she was in, Tony diverted the last remaining power in his suit to the blaster in his chest, and full throttle blasted her right off of him, sending her flying several yards away

Tony was panting as adrenaline coursed through his veins. As he sat up, he felt warm blood dribbling down from the massive slash in his face. This would surely scar. He was lucky not to lose one of his eyes

Meanwhile the impact of Rose hitting the ground had caused her powers to disengage, forcing her back into her human form. She groaned as the wind had been knocked straight out of her lungs, iron on her tongue as she coughed and wheezed out blood. As she pushed herself to her hands and knees, she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders

“Rose!” Wanda’s panicked voice rang in her ear. “San Mishto?!” She asked her as she helped her up into a sitting position. “I’m…okay…” Rose wheezed out as she blinked several times, her blurred vision eventually cleared. Once it did, she saw Tony on the ground a good few yards away from them. His suit was badly damaged, evident by the…claw marks covering his suit

Rose felt her heart sink in her chest at the sight, her blood running cold. “What did I do?” She whispered, looking at Wanda with a look of horror on her face. Wanda merely shook her head, helping Rose to her feet. “We’re leaving.” Wanda told her before lifting the both of them up into the air with her powers, flying away and leaving the fight for good

To hell with this whole fight, neither of them deserved to be a part of it, at least that’s what Wanda thought. This was Tony and Steve’s fight to settle not theirs. Wanda already had a plan in her mind. The two of them would go into hiding, disappear off the face of the earth. They could live quiet solitary lives away from all the fighting and chaos. That was what they both wanted after all, a quiet life devoid of fighting. They would make it through this

As Rose flew beside Wanda however, her own mind was lost in a swirling fog of thoughts. She looked down at her hands. The claws on her right hand were caked in a thick coating of blood, Tony’s blood. Why did she do that? What did she suddenly turn on the man she called father? For no apparent reason at all. Rose was lost in her thoughts as tears began to well up in her violet eyes. Memories of how she used to think of herself as a violent monster echoed to the forefront of her mind. The same words that hydra had beaten into her very bones. She was a monster. She would never forgive herself for this

Tags: @astralshipper @arickaandherfictionalothers @frankieneedstea

[the-spookest-of-souls]

Oh boy this next coming year is going to be...

AMAZING IT'S GONNA BE AMAZING!!!

[vantablackdraws]

Interrupting my usual posting nonsense with some ISAT doodles I did a while ago

[memen18-m5r3]

sorry, this is all i could think about for a while

+ kris giving the "doing a great job" pep talk

[chloesimaginationthings]

Cassidy loves to scare the FNAF night guards..

[plagueislost]

i love being late to trends. my new years resolution is to be late to every trend ever. and you know im serious because im even late to new years.

(theres an inverse version of this by @chamiryokuroi , you should go check it out! i started making this before i saw theirs, but i think its cool that now theres both versions)

[royalarchivist]

Connor: [Reading chat] "Tumblr loves you, by the way." That's great to hear. Shoutout to the girls.

[topaztimes]

Still cannot get over the Outsider-Emily parallels btw

[legendaerie]

thirty seconds of baby call ducks bathing in my sink for @todaysbird

[didi-doof]

Normally puns don’t get him at all, but being sleep-deprived does something to you as a person

[meramorphosis]

I hear your 'theo mentions some horrific bit of past trauma causually' HC and I raise you Liam causually mentioning Theos' past trauma in front of others. Playing 'never have I ever' and Liam goes "never have I ever lost 3 internal organs" and the packs like ?1!?!? while Theo goes 'I don't think it counts as losing them if I know where they are.' "put your fucking finger down I know you have no idea where your kidney went."

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[screwpinecaprice]

Fine. You wanna take care of me? Make sure I'm being taken care of really good, Mister.

[gabelew]

It's been a while since I last drew Bazz's fancy captain getup...

[starry-bi-sky]

im dedicating this to @detectivedarling. i felt inspired after seeing their little ficlet yesterday sadhjfl 🫶

-

Danny's grip on his cane tightens.

"What—"

His voice cracks. He stops, clears it, then tries again in spite of the nausea twisting in his gut. "What are — you, uh, watching, Bruce?" He sounds horribly far away.

Bruce doesn't look at him, his attention laser-focused on the screen. Which is— fine. It's usually not a problem, Bruce gets like that when he hyper-focuses on a case, and unless it's urgent — or he's been at it for hours — Danny sees no need to pull him away from it. He likes the quiet camaraderie they have, it's companionable and unique to the two of them.

He wishes he was right now though. Looking at him, that is.

That way he wasn't watching what was clearly one of Danny's ghost fights. One of the nastier ones, if the collateral damage and rubble on the street is of any indication.

Danny tries to remember which one that is. He shuffles a little closer to the desk, ignoring the rock in his stomach or the ugly weightlessness in his arms. It's not the blood blossoms, that much he knows. He just recently had an injection so it shouldn't be bothering him this soon—

So it's just nerves. Perfect.

Most footage of his fights are— messy, at best. Unusable at worst. Amity Park was obsessed with appearing 'normal' when they first started happening, and typical news stations censor the worst of the fights anyways for publishing, since they can get pretty gory at times. And ghosts move too fast to be caught on regular standard cameras, not including distance and light and—

That is to say— finding usable ghost fight videos is hard.

Danny wonders how Bruce got his hands on this one, and then stops wondering.

The audio is muted, which is - good. Good, because the fight is ugly and chaotic and clearly this was taken on someone's phone. Fuck, he can't remember if he ever saw that before — clearly not. They're hiding behind an overturned car, and Danny grits his teeth so he doesn't tell that idiot to run.

The camera turns up, and focuses on two figures in the air. It takes a few seconds, but when it does, Danny gets hit with a wave of vertigo. His grip tightens and he leans heavily on his cane, he waits for the black dots to disappear.

He- uh, he remembers this fight now. Uh, sort of.

He remembers being twelve at the time, and he remembers some of the injuries he got out of it. His eyelid spasms abruptly. This ghost wasn't one of his regulars, so he doesn't remember whatever name they had, barely remembered what they looked like up until- uh. Now.

Was he always that small? Well— Phantom's never been particularly big, perks of being a dead kid, but— it's - different. Seeing it from an outsider perspective. Was he that small? Or is it just because he's wearing a jumpsuit clearly too big for him that casts the illusion of being small?

Doesn't really - matter. Now. He can't access his ghost form, and he already knows the answers to his appearance.

Phantom is clearly bleeding, viscous and violently green like the bubbles of a lava lamp, clutching onto a limp shoulder that's missing an arm from the elbow down. Half his face is drenched in similar blood, the eye on the drenched side is closed — not because he can't see through the ectoplasm.

Danny's memories of that fight slowly come in a bit clearer. Right. He took a pole to the eye in that one. That had - hurt. A lot. Getting an eye gouged out usually does. It and the missing arm took hours to grow back.

He rubs his eye with his palm for no other reason than it itches.

The other ghost isn't untouched of any injury either, but he's not in a state of dismemberment like Phantom is.

Danny drops his gaze down at Bruce, whose sitting in his chair with his hands threaded together, looking so tense that Danny half expects to meet solid steel if he were to touch his back. His face is - blank. Terribly blank, with an intensity in his eyes that Danny doesn't see often.

He looks terribly distressed.

He opens his mouth, and finds that nothing comes out. His throat is thick with an ugly, tar-like feeling that makes his eyes sting. Kinda reminds him of when someone wraps their hands around your throat and presses. He closes his mouth, then tries again.

"B—" hhhhhh, "Buzz."

Finally Bruce looks at him, one hand slaps the space button on the keyboard, and the video pauses. His expression doesn't shift, but there's a weight in the lines of his face that reminds Danny of a set of weights sagging.

He looks quite like he's grieving something.

Bruce opens his mouth, his voice comes out terribly soft and heartbroken: "He looks like you."

Which is— a terrifying sentence in and of itself. One that makes Danny's legs shake and ignite his ragged, poison-chewed nerves alight with the need to run. An instinctive urge to deny, deny, deny.

How could he? He could say, that's a ghost, Bruce. I'm not a ghost. He could crack a joke, and ask, 'do I look dead to you?' or say something about how he knows that his parents studied ghosts, but that didn't make him one.

He could say that, and he could say it knowing full well that Bruce would see right through it. He'd probably let Danny too.

Danny closes his eyes. They sting, you see? So does his nose, right in the back like someone popped him in the face. And his throat is thick and gross and like someone stuck a spider, the big fat tarantula kind, right down into his esophagus.

He breathes in — through his mouth, because his nose stings and so it'd be best not to irritate it further with air — and it's terribly shaky and uneven. But it clears a pathway to his lungs big enough for him to say — whisper, really:

"You know, I think you're the first person to notice that."

[swoo0zy]

hi clover die trophy

heavily inspired by @pepperpepi s art of them !