#Starke answers

[howtofightwrite]

Have you read GRRM books? He claims swords needed to be “especially designed for women’s hands” how true is this?

About as true as all of those, “girl guns.” Because, as you know, a woman cannot hold a Glock unless it's pink or sky blue. Which is to say, not even remotely true.

You might get a situation where a child would be unable to operate a weapon designed for adults because the grip is too cumbersome, but even this is going to be something of an outlier. Even years later the Nicholas Cage's line from Lord of War (2005) sticks with me, when describing the AK he narrates, “...so simple a child could use it, and they do.”

Just like basically any other common grip you encounter in your daily life, from screwdrivers to steering-wheels and cell phones, selling smaller, or more colorful ones, is strictly a marketing gimick.

Now, is a legitimate context, but it doesn't really have anything to do with the wielder's sex. If they had the money, the time, and the desire for a perfect grip, they might commission a smith to produce a grip specifically for their hand. Though, the only place I've ever come across this was in competitive fencing. I have seen cases where someone modifies their blade's grip with tape or other materials to better fit their hand, or the addition of a leather (usually shagreen) wrap over their grip, but even that is somewhat unusual. (Shagreen is leather from a shark or ray, and it grips the skin, making it easier to hold, especially when wet.)

Ironically, girl guns do illustrate the one case where have some weight: Weapons as fashion accessories.

I know I've complained about weapons (particularly handguns) as fashion accessories in previous posts, but the truth is that using weapons like this is not new behavior. In the early modern era, one of the ways the rising middle class liked to display their status was with a sidearm. (In this case, referring to a sidesword or, later, a rapier.) I've looked specifically into women carrying sidearms at that point in history, but it really would not surprise me in the least if they did, and if there were, that at least some of those swords were specifically designed to be more delicate and, “feminine,” per their owner's tastes. (Though, to be fair, a more delicate grip on a rapier would be fairly impressive, as the grips tend to be pretty thin.) This is a case where you might want to look into it further, if it really catches your interest, but I've never really run this down before.

If you're still dubious, feel free to wander into nearly any HEMA event, and you'll have a better than average chance of a woman being willing to prove this idea false with a Zweihander, that may in fact be taller than she is. (Historically, Zwiehanders could be over 2 meters long, and chances extremely good that you're shorter than 2 meters.)

I know I'm regurgitating previous posts here, but it really is worth remembering that swords are much lighter than people think. Zweihanders are some of the heaviest battlefield swords from history, and even the heaviest examples weigh less than 9lbs. Women in HEMA can, and do, use them effectively. Swords aren't about being big and heavy, they're about being a (in this case) seven foot long razor blade.

Since we're on the Zweihander specifically (and this may also apply for some of the other greatswords, such as the Scottish Claymore), this is a case where you might have a custom weapon forged for you. However, in this case, that's more about the right blade length, then worrying about the grip being too thick or too thin. Ideally, you want the blade length to match your height (roughly), this is because of the drills with the weapon itself, though you could adjust to a longer blade if that's what you had.

Now, to be clear, the idea of someone, particularly a noble, having a blade custom forged for them specifically isn't strange. That's something that did happen, both at the noble's request, and also as diplomatic gifts from other nations. Examples of the latter resulted in beautiful art pieces that you would never take into battle.

If you had a situation where you couldn't use a sword because the grip was too large (for, whatever reason), there are ways to fix that. In an ideal situation, you could simply pop off the pommel and grip, and then replace the grip with one that was a better fit to your hand. If the tang itself was the problem (this is the metal core of the grip, and is part of the blade, which the pommel attaches to), you might be able to shave (or file) down the tang, and then replace the grip with a new one, fitted to the now smaller tang. I'm not particularly wild about modifying the tang directly, simply because there is a (minor) risk of reducing the structural integrity of the sword in the process. Though, replacing the grip (especially on a sword with a threaded pommel) is very doable, and unless someone, somehow, screws up catastrophically, it should be a pretty trivial modification. (Again, replacing a sword's original grip with a new shagreen grip does make a lot of sense if the owner wants that improved grip.)

But, to the original question, it's not really a thing.

-Starke

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[vigilante-apologist]

Main character trios are meant to end up as a polycule and you can’t change my mind

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[wolfmadefromash]

Y’all. Like what the actual FUCK happened at this damn wedding!?!

[havensins]

Treating subspace tony, Steve, and Bucky like gentle glass, making them feel good, and doing what they ask you 😭

nonnie u gotta be somewhere in my head bc i’m in love with this concept omg. (tw, handjobs (tony), and aftercare.)

tony, bucky and steve in subspace + aftercare

for tony…. when tony falls into subspace, he falls hard. it comes when he’s been working nonstop for hours on end. when you make him take a break and just pull him into your lap so you can unwind, he’s crumbling already. his eyes go all glossy and he’s clinging onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

he’s so sensitive in the state too, and after working nonstop he’d be a little pent up. give him a handjob while he’s in your lap, move slowly and make sure not to tease him because he’ll get all whiny. and once he cums, it’s a necessity that you pamper him and literally never leave him without your touch.

also!! he doesn’t go nonverbal when he’s in subspace but he is a lot more emotionally sensitive than normal. praise him any moment you get!

for bucky…. bucky falls into subspace when he’s truly at his limit. when it seems as though nothing is going how he wants, his nightmares are preventing him from sleeping and all of his missions with sam have been stressful. and you can tell that all of it is piling on him but you know he needs to seek you out on his own terms.

and that’s exactly what he does. he comes home one day, absolutely exhausted and only wanting you. and he just drops to his knees right where you’re sitting at your kitchen island. his hands are behind his back and he’s looking up at you with teary eyes.

when he gets like this, he doesn’t really desire to get into anything sexual. he just wants you to pepper him in affection and praise him. better yet if he could kneel for you for a couple of hours and just get out of his head for a while.

for steve... steve mostly falls into subspace after a scene. after you’ve reduced him to a wailing mess, and he’s trying to get his breathing under control, he simply looks towards you and holds his arms out weakly.

stevie would need so much skin to skin contact. if you let go of him for even a second he’d probably be in tears. he just wants the physical reminder that you’re there. his subspace care & aftercare would go hand in hand. you’d have to clean him up the best you could since he’d have to be in a clearer headspace to let you go long enough to shower with you.

he wants you to wrap your arms around him and just hold him while the both of you watch a movie. he likes being massaged too. and steve being steve would listen to your praise and praise you too.. though of course in this state he loses his filter. “you fill me up so nice,” etc. though you never mind it.

[soliloquent-stark]

hey liv!! do u have any stevetony fic recs??

hi!! thank you for asking me this!

because — do i have stevetony fic recs?... OH DO I?!?

i had to really hold back A LOT because i have hundreds of recommendations in my bookmarks, but here are some of my favourites. this post would be insanely long if i included tags, warnings, or summaries, so i hope the categories help a bit but make sure to only read what you're comfortable with as there are plenty of angsty and smutty fics :)

thank you to all of the authors for your wonderful work; you're so appreciated!

it's a bit arbitrary but i considered 'long' anything over 15k

stevetony fic recs masterpost!

short fics — gen/teen

this is our place, we make the rules by @areiton

Forgive The Winters, Keep No Records by @carsonian 

May This Be Love by lellabeth

i would always be yours by @tinystark616 

One Final Surprise by @carsonian

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

don't dream it's over by @robertdowneyjjr

submerge me in your will by captainstars (@capnstars)

Paper planes are meant to fly by masterlokisev159

Motherlode by nanasekei

the perfect blend by @downeylove, @robertdowneyjjr

for better or for worse by @earliebirb

the depths of some divine despair by @meidui

Atlas by nanasekei

There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart (@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea)

short fics — explicit/mature

The Longing and Yearning by @sineala

always winter, always spring by Mizzy

there are still beautiful things by @meidui

and so begins by romanoff

this love came back to me by @meidui

love can do some damage by parkrstark

my pain fits in the palm of your hand by @meidui

Patriarch by spqr 

In This Valley of Strange Humors by jellybeanforest 

seven years in heaven by @meidui

long fics — gen/teen

Paved With Good Intentions (I'm on the road to hell) by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei 

Clouds Over A Century Sky by @suitofhumour

Taking the Plunge, a Stitch at a Time by janonny

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

long fics — explicit/mature

you'll remember me by @areiton

almeno tu nell'universo by @silkspectred

Slipping off the Page into Your Hands by @sineala

All of Your Lonely Sieges by whenasinsilks

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy

Drawn to You by jellybeanforest

do you fondue? by calciseptine

The Devil in Us All by @sineala

Keep Boredom at Bay by @kandisheek

Of things lost in time by erde (orphan_account) 

The Northern Cascades by @resurrectedhippo

Only Natural to Harden Up by @carsonian

Operation Spank Bank by @fohatic

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

the girl with the modern face by @isozyme

I Wanted It To Be You by complicationstoo (@ifmywishescametrue)

Falling For You (Hook, Line, and Sinker) by @festiveferret

Last Stop Before Malibu by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) (@therollingstonys)

Under God by @isozyme

Thrust Issues by @sineala

Indulgence by @festiveferret, One and Five Nines (Obani)

A Guiding Hand by @kandisheek

down the rabbit hole by @starvels (dinosaur)

There's an App for That by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

(what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade

He Knows More Than You Do by @chibisquirt

with a decent happiness by torigates

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There by @festiveferret, SirSapling

seaside lovers by @areiton

[justice-maul]

Hi maul!! Would it be cool if I requested Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy reader smut headcanons? (DomTop reader ofc) I know from your post that college is kicking your ass rn so take as much time as you want with this👌🏾👌🏾

Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader | Headcanons

Word count: 2,344

Summary: Pepper and Tony are not together and this is set before Iron Man 3 before his mansion was destroyed

Author Note: Keep in mind, English isn’t my first language, thank you anon your very sweet and I love writing about Tony Stark I’m obsessed with this man 😩 I made it extra long as a peace offering lol 😭

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out

Tony was a playboy so things like pool parties were a must and when it got too dirty (cause he never cleans it after) he told his assistant Pepper to get a poolboy so she hired one paying before hand and he almost forgot about it until you came over,

Pepper happened to be out that day so when there was a knock on the door he was forced with a groan to go and answer it only to be completely awestruck by the man he saw

He could tell that you were younger then him and you were very attractive to say the least, you were tall and well built so even while you were introducing yourself as his poolboy and trying to be professional he was barely paying attention

"Do you have any experience as a pool boy or…?" He asked staring at you thoughtfully and then added after a few seconds “Actually, I don't really care, I just want to look at you"

He said with a playful smile and considering that Tony’s playboy ways weren’t exactly hidden from the public you weren’t that surprised only raising an eyebrow at the comment

“Do you want me to get started Mr. Stark?” You said clearing your throat to which he immediately nodded his lips curving into a smirk

"Yes but I want you to call me Tony" his eyes continuing to rake over your body intently as he talks "Well? Are you ready to get started?" He steps to the side giving you room to come in

“Sure… Tony.” You said with a small smile not being used to talking to a man as powerful as him so casually as you walked through his large mansion following behind him “So, Y/n, can you actually clean a pool or is that just an excuse to see me?” He says in a teasing voice

Trying to be a professional you ignored the flirtatious comment giving a small half chuckle “You don’t have to worry about that Tony, I know how to clean a pool,” You said with a reassuring smile as he lead you to your pool

“Well then, if you know how to clean the pool, I’ll let you get to work,” he said in a playful voice as he sat down in a chair by the pool, his arms crossed against his chest, watching you shamelessly with his sunglasses on and a wide grin on his lips as he watched you work for a while

“Your a really good at this Y/n, how about you come back and continue working as my pool boy?” He asks when he sees you done with the pool looking you up and down all over watching as your muscles flexed with your every move “Sure, I don’t mind doing that for you,”

"I'm going to give you my number so you can call me anytime handsome," he pulls out his wallet handing you a business card "You could go ahead and save that in your contacts,” he says with a wink before turning to leave going back to his work letting you see yourself out

And that’s how it all started, every week you’d come over and get work done for him and every time like there was nothing better to do, Tony would stand by and watch making the occasional flirty comments, and every time he planned some excuse for Pepper to leave for a long time so he could get some alone time with you

To say Tony had constant lust filled thoughts about his pool boy was an understatement, Tony was already usually dominant and always on top but every time he thought of Y/n he was on the bottom it was a completely new feeling to him one that he hasn’t experienced before but that only made him more excited and more… impatient. Every night was a new fantasy of the pool boy with different scenarios of Y/n manhandling him but soon the imagination wasn’t enough he wanted more and his body was begging for attention

You’ve been working for Tony for a while now and he asked you to come over and help him with the pool and like usual you came over, Tony opened the door, greeting you with his red robe on and only boxers underneath as he invited you in, like usual he watched you work but for some reason today seemed different, you’ve never seen Tony only wearing that and you couldn’t say it wasn’t enticing to see

He walked over to you once you were done and put his hands around your shoulders drawing you closer to him “Tell me Y/n… have you ever been with an older man?” he said looking up into your eyes, for once he was skipping past the teasing, like he was already somewhat begging as his eyes showed pure lust and desire behind them, he watched as you shook your head no and he chuckled softly smiling again

“Then I hope your ready to start with one…” he said in a flirtatious voice and moved one of his hands to slowly rub up and down your chest feeling the well decoupled muscles underneath his hand which caused you to suck in a breath as your eyes couldn’t help but scan over his exposed body and the look in your eyes almost him whimper as he continued to stroke your chest looking like he couldn’t wait to see your clothes off as well

"Well...are you sure you want to be a pool boy? I can think of a few other more... intimate things that you could be for me,” his voice dropped to a low and seductive tone voice as he moved his hands towards your muscular and well-developed biceps gently squeezing a little “I can still be your pool boy and do… other things,” you moved your hands to grab his waist pulling him closer to you gently rubbing his side as you looked his body over

"So...you like what you see, huh?" He said teasingly as he smirked before you then moved your hand underneath his robe and gently gripped his ass causing his face to flush and for a small moan to escape his lips “I can’t say I was expecting that…” he said with a smile on his face his voice still as needy as ever “but I liked it a lot,” his smile turned into a grin as he gently squeezed your biceps a little more

You chuckled “I know you like the attention,” and then pulled him in closer so your lengths were pressed right up against each other and you were kneading his cheeks with your hands "Do you want to make me the happiest man in the whole universe?… Because I think it might already be working. You just need to keep going." He said in a breathy voice biting his bottom lip in excitement before leaning in and whispering

“I like this attention…” he added giving a look of pure lust and want , “Well who said I was planning on stopping?” You said with a small smirk and gripped his cheeks a little harder he let out another moan of pleasure and his hands squeezed your biceps in an attempt to calm his heart that was practically beating out of his chest as he let out a small sigh “Oh this is exactly how I imagined it…” he said sucking a breath

“Well this isn’t the exact way I imagined it but it’s pretty close,” you whispered with a small chuckle as he stared at your face a small smile spreading on his lips “Well what did you imagine?…” he asked his voice was now more flirtatious and full of desire as his small smile turned into a large smirk as you leaned closer to him gently grabbing his neck, “That I had you bent over in your bedroom as you let me manhandle you the way I know you’d like.” You whispered lowly in his ear

Tony’s eyes widened as Y/n spoke in his ear in a way that made his whole body shake, and he began to breath more heavily, “Well what are you waiting for?… do it already,” he said almost begging as he looked up at you with helpless eyes, which you only made you grin wider in amusement watching as he was practically itching to just get a taste of what that would all be like, his mind immediately imagining all of the things you’d do to him…

And that’s how you ended up in Tony’s bedroom kissing him passionately still standing as your tongues glide against each other, his hands clawing at your back desperately trying to pull you close to him as you rubbed your cock against his hole through his boxers causing him to whine as he felt your hard on rub him in just the right way but he wanted more, he needed more… he’s never had someone inside him before and the thought made his body tremble with both nervousness and excitement

You step back and remove your shirt and Tony watches, the feeling of losing complete control for the first time is making this so much intense for him as he looks up at you “Tell me… how are you gonna use me?” He asks teasingly his voice dripping with desire as he looked your body over and you chuckled “I’d rather leave it a surprise.” you said not breaking eye contact with your piercing eyes which only made his heart beat faster in anticipation

"Now you made me curious...I can't wait to see what you're planning to do..." he whispers as he moves closer towards you, he still has his eyes locked on him, as he seems completely entranced by the man's powerful muscular body and presence. your eyes felt so...intimidating. Tony knows that whatever your planning, he is in for a good night “Come closer and I’ll show you,” is all you had to say before Tony took another step forward so your bodies were pressed up against each other again his heart practically pounding in his chest at thought of a younger man taking control of him

"Now we're very close, what are you waiting for?" He whispers as he stares into your eyes with lust, a smile on his face as he waits to see what your going to do to him “Don’t be impatient.” you say and cup Tony’s jaw and grabs his waist with a firm grip on both Tony's body seems to tremble a bit at your grip, their eyes are still locked, and Tony's breathing had gotten more heavy as he slowly nodded and your scent slowly started to fill his nose

Your hands begin to move around his body feeling him up as he practically melted at the whole thing his eyes half lidded still never left yours as you finally settled your hand right on his waist band which made his breath hitch in anticipation as you removed his clothes, and then removed yours…

The first was absolutely incredible for the both of you, Tony had never taken it from behind but he was glad his first time was with you, seeing his mouth hung open as you stretched out his hole and his noises only getter louder and needier, the older man who was known to make anyone crumble beneath him was coming undone in mere seconds just by you, and god, you felt blessed to see the sight, his back arched with sweat glistening his body, his red cock standing as it dripped a puddle of precum onto his stomach from the lack attention and his body shivering with anticipation, his head crawling with both fear and excitement at the new experience,

And of course once he got a small taste, he was greedy for more. You found yourself at Tony’s house almost every week fixing a new problem that would soon end up with the two of you doing it practically anywhere and everywhere in his house. You’ve fucked him on the kitchen counter, he’s sucked you off in the living room, and even had him against the wall, slowly his body didn’t react to anyone else anymore and he found himself calling you often and not even hiding behind an excuse like usual just plain on begging you to fuck him,

To say the man wasn’t tempting would be a lie, he’d whisper constantly in your ear all things he imagined you doing to him, or wear practically nothing every time you came around. To say he was desperate for attention was an understatement, he always craved it from everyone but now he only wanted it from you, he was never loud with anyone else but every time with you he felt like screaming in absolute ecstasy.

The sex was messy all around and pretty rough most of the time, not that Tony would have it any other way, he loved it when you messed him up, cumming inside of him or outside, he loves it most in his ass and on his face, he loves the messy and wet kisses you’d give him as you practically devoured him, the way you would move his body in a way you preferred like he was some type of toy to you. everything you did made his body shiver and he loved it,

He knew you were younger then him and that its considered strange having someone like that top and dominate an older man but the whole thing turned him on so much he couldn’t care less that a younger guy was doing all this to him, if anything the humiliation that someone like that could ruin him and make him into a begging mess only fueled him further, the degrading praise you’d give him, it made him go insane with pleasure.

You were the same too, you loved making fun of him in bed for letting someone younger then him who even works for him make him like this, you were his employee, you weren’t rich, or famous, and yet he let the same man he wouldn’t usually bat an eye at, use his body in every way you wanted, having someone he would consider low and beneath him do all this to him made him twice as needy and having such a powerful man under your control never ceased to feel anything but good, especially with a man like Tony Stark.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Hiiii, babe!

For your summer sleepover, lactation kink with tony stark x reader waking up next to a very horny tony 🤭

Thank you 💙

pairing: dad!tony stark x wife!reader

warnings: lactation kink, reader recently gave birth, fingering, penetration, comeshot wc: ~350

a/n: so I created a little universe for this tiny fic just for you <3 GIF has nothing to do with fic, I felt like it ;)

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"Tony…"

You mumble half asleep trying to position yourself while he is half laying on your body, his lips hungrily wrapped around your left nipple, his right hand cupping the other one.

He doesn't respond instead he just continues his actions, only looking at you with his puppy eyes for a moment before shutting them again and you can't help but sigh.

"Alright, fine." You roll your eyes and allow him to continue hoping to go back to sleep. "But you know I'm getting cold, you got the air con on dangerous times." You muse and shut your eyes.

Tony slowly lets go of your breast and begrudgingly pulls the sheets up and over his head right over your neck, cocooning himself inside. Dutifully he returns to your nipple and latches on once again, happily sucking away.

That was his newest habit of Tony of course, ever since you had given birth and started producing more milk than your little one preferred, Tony had decided to practically help himself to it. Yet it wasn't always enough for him and when his hand started wandering to your pussy, you only groaned.

"Don't wake me up." You warned him and Tony only whined around your nipple, your legs opening just at him rubbing you with his palm. Soon he pulled his leg further on you and brought you closer to him.

"I'm sleeping." You warned him again and Tony very slowly and securely slipped his tip inside you, slowly thrusting. He kept a very slow, rocking pace, his lips very soft on your nipple, his other hand attached to your other breast because they must never feel neglected by him.

A few hours later you woke up to the distinct feeling of dried cum on your inner thigh and a very happy Tony rocking your child in his arms.

[sinestrosmind]

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaph! The twins stole slime again!!!!!

well Donnie's dinner is slightly delayed lmao

[xiaoming56]

Doodle!! Dump!!! (Dr strange vers. >:D)

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #145

Scientists at Stark Industries frequently make groundbreaking discoveries. Since the work is collaborative, they also usually have long lists of acknowledgements at the end when publishing their research 

Post-NWH fic where someone notices a pattern in the published research from SI: for a period of several years, nearly every paper, from every department in the company, expressed gratitude to... empty space.

The name is not there. Clearly, it's meant to be. The pattern starts slow, with just a few papers, but it's soon present in every single one, and the praise is effusive. (Even during the Blip, researchers thanked this mystery person posthumously)

Then, not long after the return of half the population, the pattern just stops. No more mentions of the mystery team member. No more gaps in the acknowledgements page

Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal, maybe the whole thing would just stay as a niche mystery in the tech world... Except it can't. This question can't stay a small thing

Because Tony Stark, who has never worked with anyone except for occasionally Bruce Banner, thanks this empty space in his published work too.

Just who exactly is this person? 

Bonus:

The media dubs the missing person the "Stark Ghost"

Extra points if this fic follows either MJ, Ned, Pepper, a random curious citizen, a lowly SI worker, or Tony himself as they try to find answers

[howtofightwrite]

I'm writing a scene where character A gets ambushed by an assassin. A gets injured and starts bleeding out. B swoops in to save them in the nick of time, but A starts fading in and out of consciousness. B transports A using a horse-drawn carriage (setting is 1890's London, so no cars) to a safe place for medical attention. Would the carriage be safe enough for transportation or make things worse? Also, any ideas where the wound could plausibly be located on A? (Stab/cut, no guns.)

Okay, so this is a good news/bad news situation.

The good news is that blood loss is really easy to understand. If someone pokes a hole in you, and you start leaking, you'll generally keep leaking at a pretty consistent rate until you manage to stop the leak, or until you start getting additional holes poked in you.

Now, joking aside, moving around, and staying active can accelerate bleed out. Especially if you're engaging in activity that keeps your heart rate up. For example: Running, or fighting. But, normally, you're going to keep losing blood at a fairly consistent rate. (Now, it's worth noting, as you lose blood, your body will actually increase your heart rate to keep oxygen going to your brain. This means that the rate of loss isn't completely consistent. You'll also start hyperventilating.)

The fun part about blood loss is it can actually turn into a math problem. If you know the volume lost per interval, you can calculate roughly how long it will take to die. Just take 2,000, then divide that by the blood lost in milliliters per interval (so, for example, minutes), and then you will know how many minutes your character has before they bleed to death. (Technically you can go over that two liters lost a little bit. (In sloppy napkin math, this means that you'll slightly overestimate how long the character will last.)

Here's the problem.

Hypovolemic shock has four recognized stages. These stages are bracketed by how much blood you've lost. Stage one is up to 15%, Stage two is 15-30%, Stage 3 is 30-40%, and Stage 4 is 40% or more. You might know that the human body has roughly five liters of blood in it, and if you were paying attention you'll notice that two liters is 40% of five liters.

As a quick aside, Stage 1's only symptom is that you'll be a little paler than usual. Otherwise you're basically fine (even if you don't feel particularly great.) To put this in context, you can (almost) lose a liquor bottle's worth of blood without serious side effects.

Once you hit stage 2 and 3, you'll see some mental issues. Anxiety and restlessness at Stage 2, confusion and impaired reasoning at stage 3.

Loss of consciousness (and comas) are symptoms of stage 4 blood loss.

This is the bad news. If you are losing consciousness from loss of blood, you have already lost so much blood that your body (and possibly your brain) are already dying. Humans can lose a frightening amount of blood before it incapacitates them. And, that fun little math problem earlier, the time to death that you're calculating, is also the time to loss of consciousness, because there's a tiny margin between, you bled to the point that you're drifting in and out of consciousness, and, you have bled to death.

There's still some hope here, but it's not great. First aid for hypovolemic shock is to stop the bleeding. It kinda makes sense, because if you don't, they'll bleed to death and after that, it won't really matter. That means, if you're swooping in to the rescue, the first thing you need to do is stop the bleeding, as best you can. When you're already looking at someone in stage 3 or 4, you're not going to stop it in the field, and the best you can do is buy time. But that is a critical step.

This leads to a really important question. How long did it take your character to lose two liters of blood?

Because, if they lost that much blood duringthe fight (which is, actually possible with some arterial hits), there is no medical science that would keep them alive long enough to get them to a surgeon. Not in 1890, and even in 2024 it'd be touch and go with modern emergency trauma packs.

This is a mortal wound.

Now, if you slow it down, and they're bleeding out over the course of the ride, that's entirely feasible. You'll probably want to read up on the exact stages of hypovolemic shock, keep in mind that the stages do transition from one into the next. And, keep in mind that, “slipping in and out of consciousness,” is basically the end. At that point they're about to die. Immediate surgical attention could still save their life, but they need a hospital. This is beyond the scope of what a back alley clinic could reasonably deal with.

I know I didn't address it earlier, but, “where,” could be pretty much wherever. So long as it didn't sever an artery, because at that point they would be dead. Arterial nicks could result in serious bleeding over time. Really, any serious, persistent blood loss that refuses to clot could create a situation like this. Deep tissue penetration, particularly when it damages internal organs, can be pretty nasty, and surprisingly hard to stop a bleed. If someone is hemorrhaging internally, that's going to require surgical attention to keep them alive, and any effort to stop the bleed will really be wasted effort (because they'll continue bleeding into the chest cavity), though, unless your characters have a pretty solid grasp of anatomy, they're unlikely to know that.

The real issue here, from a practical application, is just the, “swooping in at the last minute.” If you're really coming in at the last minute, you've got a minute to make peace with their death, and move on. If you get there sooner, you have more of a scene. You have more options to spool out the drama, and subvert expectations.

Consider, alternately: Your character comes in to disrupt the assassin, and the pair make their escape. While escaping, the character who's been injured discovers they're bleeding. Leading their rescuer to realize that the situation is much worse than they initially thought, and having to change route to a hospital, while the injured character starts to become less coherent.

In this alternative, you can carefully track how quickly the character is bleeding out, so that they're getting into the hospital right around the time it's starting to become touch and go. With a real possibility that they'll die, either before or during surgery. (Also, with added stress that now your character needs to keep them safe in a public space, while that assassin is still on the loose, and they can't move the injured character to someplace more secure.)

So, you've got options, and now you've got a math problem you can play with to figure out how quickly your characters will expire after you poke new holes in them.

-Starke

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[long-claw]

Lyanna starks haunts the narrative. You should see how jealous Elia's fans are from this fact. They want george and the narrative to care for her. They think it's unfair that Elia doesn't haunt it too when all that she is is a plot device, while lyanna is the woman of the prophecy and the mother of Jon, the promised one. It's not like I hate Elia, but someone dared to say that Elia deserved the flower crown at Harrenhall when it's lyanna's motif.

I can't wait until they see that even Arthur Dayne cared for lyanna more. He probably stayed by her side comforting her after Rhaegar's death. I wouldn't be surprised if he was attracted to her. Not to hate on Elia but to show them the truth.

i'm so sorry but you've come to the wrong place, yes i was crying over lyanna a couple hours ago but i've cried over elia too because what could you possibly have against a dead woman in asoiaf who's only crime was... being in an arranged marriage? not being lyanna?

in all seriousness maybe george and the narrative don't care about elia but i do. she watched her baby's head be caved in and then was brutally raped and murdered and i hate that that's the most important thing we know about her. i wish elia was as important as lyanna, but how cruel is it to sit and compare two dead women by how much they matter to the living men.

also i have no idea what you're talking about arthur dayne and you can say this isn't hating, but it feels kinda like hating to me 😭

EDIT: i've thought about it more and "i wouldnt be surprised if he was attracted to her. not to hate on elia but to show them the truth" is such a wild statement please don't come back 😭

[fotibrit]

Was Peter ever told who Harley is, or is the first time they met at Tony's funeral? Did Peter have any idea about all that happened before, the events leading to Tony meeting Harley? i just want to know how the hell Harley ended up at the funeral, did Tony let him know beforehand? Did Tony send him a letter, "Hey kid, I'll probably die soon, feel free to pull up to my funeral". Did Pepper know and invite him? Did Peter know, and were they friends before?

Need a full movie about how the friendship between Tony and Harley played out. How did it happen. How did they stay in contact

[911bts]

it's a long shot but if anyone knows, it's you :) I'm looking for a bts video of peter holding oliver by his harness and twirling him around kind of? I saw a shirt clip on tiktok but would love to see the whole thing

ANON!! I've been trying to find this video since you asked like months ago because I knew exactly what one but for some reason it's not in my saved videos. And I just stumbled on it!

[havensins]

Tony desperately riding you in the limo wanting to be filled with your cum while you guys are at an event

(cw exhibitionism, public indecency)

“need your cum,” tony whines in your ear. he was in your lap, thighs spread wide on either side of your own as he bounced sporadically on your cock. his arms were around you, grasping onto you as an anchor as he bounced.

the both of you were in the back of his limo with the most privacy as you could maintain. “need- hnng,” he chokes on his own sounds, “wan’ be full of your cum, please,” he practically squeals, gasping in lungfuls of air as he keens. your hands find his hips, groaning out yourself at the feeling of tony squeezing your cock like a fucking vice.

“fuck, sweet thing, you’re gonna make me cum,” you grunt, and he clenched around you even tighter, his gummy walls pulling you in to get your cum as deep as possible.