#Tony is our short king

[aarons-corner]

HE HAS TO STAND ON THE BED TO BE AS TALL AS HER IM SOBBING😭

[chaoticace2005]

Reason I, sexiest being ever Angel Dust, wanna get fucked by BE WITH Whiskers: (Complimentary to Husk's reasons for NOT getting involved with Angel post)

He's hot.

~Daddy~ (I don't have daddy issues shut up. Who am I? Charlie??)

Wanna see the kitty ~purr~ and those wings ~flap~

He has hearts. I have hearts. THAT'S SO MANY HEARTS!!!!

Our colors compliment each other!!!

Are cat's dicks really... ya know?

Honestly he probably needs a good lay.

Actually, wait: is he even queer??? YES YES HE IS!

Makes good drinks.

Funny to piss off.

Charity work. That's a redeeming "quality" right?

Fuck this entire list actually. He sucks. And NOT in a sexy way. He'd be LUCKY to fuck me.

Good singer and dancer??

Actually gets what I'm going through and doesn't give me that pitying bullshit?

Badass motherfucker with EXPLOSIVE CARDS?!

Good drinking buddy

HE CAN FLY?!?!

Somehow actually believes in me??

Short king. Short guys are sexy (except you Arackniss, fuck you.)

So fucking soft. He'd deny it though. AND HE PURRS

Doesn't bullshit me or anyone for that matter.

Smiles wouldn't like it.

Husk should know he is loved and supported. (Am I really the best guy for that?? I don't even need to date him to tell him this. I can get it through this thick skull in other ways until someone better comes along.)

Best cuddler ever.

Makes me feel seen and alive.

Being with him is better than any drug.

He takes care of Nuggets!!!!!!

Speaks Italian?!?!?!?!? AND DOESN'T EVEN BUTCHER IT!!!! (and it's VERY hot)

Nice enough to ask for permission before doing anything??

Thinks that asking for permission should be expected?

Takes care of me after a bad session/day and I wanna take care of him.

Doesn't want to have sex with me.

Says "Tony" WAY too well.

I've literally never cared about someone this much before??

One of my favorite people ever and I'm so lucky to have him as a friend. And maybe that should be enough?? What the hell am I doing??

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE STRATEGY CALL

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. in which the stark racing f1 team talks about the 2025 strategy and beyond

content warnings. written in 3rd person

word count. 1.4k words

notes. with this chapter i wanted to involve a bit of politics and 'realistically' explain why stark racing won't immediately win a wdc (because with the whole set up, it would be possible). f1 are politics and no matter how many drivers say cash is king, connections have sometimes more worth

"welcome, everyone. thank you for tuning in", greets tony with a big smile on his face, spreading his arms as if going in for a hug.

"as you can see, i'm not currently with any departement, i'm doing the finishing touches in my own lab back in new york... since i don't want to drag anyone here to the US for meetings, we will proceed like this until january next year."

"now, i know it will be annoying with dragging your equipement with you and it's also unsafe, since you know... data secrets bla bla- so, in the next few days, each stark racing employee will receive the so called 'tactical intelligence glasses', which you can see me wearing. it's voice activated and can only be used by the one who sets it up, which will be you!" while speaking, tony fiddles with a pencil in his hand and starts walking around in his lab, showcasting it to every viewer.

"to cut things short, you'll receive a tutorial on how to use these glasses and set them up once you receive them. if you ever lose them, don't worry, we can track them. destroying them is pretty hard, but please don't try to make it a challange... our plan is to use them not only during meetings but also during the race, to keep our data from the cameras. with netflix, paparazzi and other cameras from the news, it's easy to steal data that shouldn't be accessible."

"alright then", he ends his ramblings with a clap, "we're going over the interesting part now. let's talk strategy..."

y/n let's her father's voice wash over her, her own glasses perched on her nose and feeding her constant information. in front of her are two holograms, projected by the hologram table in the meeting room she's currently in. the standing figure of her father and the presentation he's currently rattling off, all of it in a glowing blue.

next to her sits kevin, her future teammate, exhausted from the long 24 season but still paying attention. the rest of the room is filled with their team, the race engineers and trainers- each of them having their own glasses on.

to outsiders it looks like they're clowns, but it's a common sight in stark industries. decades ahead of the general public, stark stands for the future. of course they're trying to push it to the outer world, selling hologrammic equipement to both the industry but also private customers, but it's a slow progress.

the marketing team of SI hopes with their public use of the glasses and other devices they'll attract more customers, leaving the age of apple and samsung behind and instead welcoming the age of holograms. powered by starkanium, the production of phones, tablets, computers- anything really, is much cheaper and enviroment friendly than what's currently dominating the market.

shaking her head, y/n focuses on the presentation again. of course she knows it by heart already, she helped writing it, brooding over the strategy with the team ever since the team got announced.

"... the plan is to finish between 5th-3rd on the construction championship. not higher, not lower. we don't want to place higher, because this is our testing season. we will be practically sandbagging from the beginning, not revealing our true power for 2026."

yes... the construction championship. it will bring in money, not that they would need it, but it will justify the expenses they're going to make during the season to prepare for their second one. y/n is under no illusion, if they want, they could go all out and snag at least p2, if not p1. maybe she would even get her world championship- only then for everyone to say she won because she's driving a stark machine and not because of her own skill.

it sounds arrogant, she knows. but y/n believes, no, she doesn't only believe, she knows, she is one of the best in the whole world. if she can go against her father in an iron man suit, who can be only piloted by less than ten people in the world... winning in an f1 car is nothing.

but they've already made enemies for not waiting until 2026 like audi, 'enemies', who have much more pull within the motorsport world than them, simply because they're already established. christian horner is one, followed by toto wolff, the iconic red racing team not far behind.

with they're entry, they didn't make friends on the paddock, so for their first season... they can't be too good. or else their future seasons will be ruined.

it's stupid, to think like this, to think so far ahead, to think of others, in a sport where winning is everything. but it's not. cash and connections influence everything you do, how far you succeed. they have plenty of money, but are practically poor in connections. heck, even haas is better established than them.

they won't be, not after they're done after their first season. they will show the world, what stark racing is truly made of. and y/n will prove, that a woman can win.

"-bought data packs from previous seasons, dating back a whole decade, from mercedes and aston martin. cost a pretty penny, but data is everything. not to mention, after the big leak that happend in the middle of the season, we managed to grab enough data on all teams to calculate 3523 outcomes to this season. points, standings, anything." kevin wheezes at the number, which is followed by several data sheets. he gapes at the calculations, which predict another world championship for max 2064 times. all from the data they managed to collect.

"insane, right?", y/n whispers to kevin, who turns his head to her. his wide eyes make her snicker.

"welcome to stark racing, mate. just you wait until JARVIS and FRIDAY start feeding in new numbers and information." a muttered 'holy shit' is the only answer she gets and y/n has to snicker again. toto wolff once said something about formula one being war planning... well, he should know that stark industries and it's most brilliant minds know everything about war. be it on the market, by income or an actual alien invasion.

"we want to achieve at least one win, be it in a proper race or sprint, three podiums per driver and at least two fastest laps. and it will be possible", her father continues, pointing at a hologram of their car. it spins lazily in a circle, showing off it's aeorodynamic curves.

"this car is faster than the rb19, goes on par with the rb20. we don't know the upgrades from red bull, but another year and we can pretty much predict their stats for 2026. newey is predictable, all his upgrades point towards the perfection of the car, he focuses on what to make better and not invent something completely new. and if he does, he takes ages to prove it's better than what they had before. newey is brilliant, but he's no stark." there it is again, the facts of their rivals, taken apart and put back together to summerize their data in a few simple words.

"so, our motto for this season is testing, collecting data and improving for the next season. we're sandbagging, we're restricting ourselves. so if we ever do bad... we all know we could do much better. the engineering team will send first comparisons between the SR-1 and SR-2 out next week, y/n has already tested both cars in the sim, so we will have some data to read off."

"so, with that, we're pretty much done. thank you everyone for listening, i know for some it's very early right now, so if you have to read over the spark notes- JARVIS has put a summary of the most important information together, you'll receive the mail right after this converence. thank you again and welcome to stark racing, everyone!" claps fill the room and y/n takes off her glasses. it's exhausting to play mindgames like this, to calculate the desired outcome, but it will all come together.

hopefully, with her as a world champion, with the bold stark name on her back.

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.    **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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“So let’s raise a glass one last time to our fearless leader and King of Fashion, Tony Stark!”  Steve said loudly, raising his champagne glass high and turning towards Tony.  Everyone in the room raised their glasses and cheered Tony’s name, who was holding back some tears behind his blue tinted sunglasses.  He smiled quickly and raised his glass before taking a big swig of his champagne, and everyone else joined him.  They all clapped afterwards and Tony gave a short bow.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” he said loudly, gesturing for everyone to quiet down.  “I just want to thank all of you for being here and believing in us, in this, in me, and for trusting me with your careers all these years.  And I’d like to thank a couple of people specifically who have made this the greatest career I could have ever hoped for, and without whom I would not be here today.  First to my wife, Pepper,” he turned to her next to him and everyone clapped for her.  “You have always been my best friend and biggest supporter, and the reason I get up in the morning.  And I’d also like to thank my work wife,” he turned to Y/N with a playful smile on his face.  Y/N laughed and covered her face with her hands, everyone else laughing and clapping their hands for her.  “Without you, Olympus Modeling would not be what it is today,” a collective affirmation of voices came from the people around them.  Y/N shook her head and looked down.  “You have been my confidant, my checks and balances, my ride or die, and I’m pretty sure my life would have imploded 13 years ago if you hadn’t come along.  Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, and for this agency.  Each of us owe our careers to you in some part,” Tony looked over the room of models, talent scouts and editors.  They all nodded in agreement, wide smiles on their faces as they looked at her.  

“Now, I know I’ve been secretive on who I’m being replaced with.  I wanted to be sure that whoever I handed my pretty P.A. down to would be worthy of her,” he said, looping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.  She rolled her eyes.  “I’m sure most if not all of you know him.  He started his modeling career here at Olympus before becoming a mega supermodel in his own right.  Please give a warm welcome to my protege, the new director of Olympus Modeling, Bucky Barnes!”

The room erupted in applause.  Bucky Barnes came walking forward from the back of the room where he had been hiding in the sea of beautiful faces.  Y/N knew who he was, and had worked with him when he was first starting out as a model years before.  He was generally nice from what she could remember, and insanely attractive.  His long, dark brown hair and beard were now slowly streaking with white and gray around his temples and his chin, making him look even more handsome if that was possible, and his bright blue eyes stunned Y/N every time.  His career had been one for the ages, modeling and walking for almost every fashion house at least once, and he was a staple at every fashion week.  He walked up to Tony with a wide easy smile and hugged him tight.  He turned to Pepper and gave her a small hug before turning to Y/N.  She didn’t expect him to hug her but he did, giving her a short hug that she quickly reciprocated.  He was tall and broad, firm muscles under her hands that she politely and barely touched before pulling away.  He turned back to the crowd of people and politely smiled.

“I trust you all to be on your best behavior and give Bucky the deference and respect you’d give me…then triple it,” Tony laughed.  “Bucky,” he gestured to him to speak.

Bucky nodded before addressing the room.  “Hello everyone!  I’m excited to get started.  I’ve been longtime friends with some of you,” he winked at Steve and looked at a couple of other models, “and as for the rest of you I look forward to getting to know you better.  I plan to do as Olympus has always done and be a beacon of beauty in all its forms.  I want you all to know that I know where you’re coming from, I’ve been there, and I want you all to have safe, productive, and successful careers.  So thank you, Tony,” he turned to him and clapped a hand on his back, “for entrusting me with your legacy.  I hope to make you proud.”

Tony gave him an appreciative smile and sniffed quickly.  “Ahem, enough of this sappy shit.  So, let’s party, and then I’ll be out of your hair.  Drink up!” he shouted and the DJ in the back of the room started the music.  Tony kissed Pepper then turned to Bucky and Y/N.  “Office?”  They both nodded and followed him into what was now Bucky’s office.  Tony closed the door to muffle the music and sat at the main chair one last time.  He rubbed the desk gently before looking up at them sitting across from him.  

“Y/N, I’m sure you remember Bucky,” he said, gesturing to him.  Y/N nodded and turned to Bucky, giving him a small smile.  Bucky gave her a short smile back.  “Bucky, I just wanted to make sure you understand what I’m entrusting you with when it comes to Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t–” Y/N started, leaning forward.

“No, I need to say this,” he gave her a sharp look.  She shut her mouth and sat back, looking down at her hands in her lap.  “I was perfectly serious when I said this place wouldn’t exist with her.  She has been the one constant in my life since she came here 13 years ago, and she will be your greatest asset as you start your journey here.”  Bucky looked at Y/N briefly then back to Tony.  “I also consider her like the daughter I never had.”

“Other than the actual daughter you have,” Y/N muttered, a wry smile on her face.

“She’s only 6, she’ll get over it,” Tony waved away her comment.  “The point is, I love this girl,” he said, pointing to Y/N as he stared deeply at Bucky, “and want her to have a long and happy career here.  I hope that you two can find a good footing together and make this place great, or even greater than I’ve been able to achieve.”

Bucky shifted in his seat before leaning slightly forward.  “I’m sure with how much you and everyone else has been singing her praises, we’ll get along just fine,” he said.  His smooth voice made Y/N chance a glance at him.  His bright blue eyes gave her a long look before settling back on Tony.  

Tony nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer.  He then turned to Y/N and his smile turned watery.  “Oh, Tony, come on,” she said, a lump starting to form in her throat.  “Don’t make me cry in front of my new boss.”

Tony chuckled before looking back at Bucky.  “Could you give us one last minute in this office together?”

Bucky smiled and nodded before standing and walking out, gently shutting the door behind him.  Tony turned back to Y/N and held his hands out to her over the desk.  She quickly sat up and reached for his hands, intertwining them.  He looked at her for a long moment.  “I’m going to miss you,” he said warmly.

“And I’ll miss you,” Y/N said, the tears starting to build in her eyes.  

“It’s been a long but good 13 years,” he sighed, his thumbs rubbing along her knuckles.

“It has,” she agreed with a tight lipped smile.  “Thank you for giving me that chance all those years ago, and teaching me…well, everything I know, really,” she huffed a laugh.  Her tears finally spilled over and she sniffed hurriedly.

“Thank you for everything,” Tony said, his voice trembling.  “He’s a good guy, and I hope you two can take Olympus to the next level.  You’re the best in the business, sweetheart, don’t forget that.”

“All because of you,” Y/N said, her voice straining.  

Tony let go of her hands and stood, rounding the desk and holding his arms open.  Y/N quickly stood and embraced him.  “If he’s not good to you, you call me,” he warned.

Y/N laughed.  “I think I can handle myself.”

[garden-0f-eden]

FREE I • DR King Schultz

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The niece of Calvin Candie finds herself in desperate need of saving, when two men approach her uncles farm looking for fighters, she see's them as a prefect opportunity.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and slavery, fem!reader

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You sigh as you lay hidden within the overgrown, green grass, far away from the house, the plantation, your family. Far away from every part of you that you hated.

You open your eyes and stare up at the summer sky, clouds drifting aimlessly overhead, birds singing distantly. For once, you felt at peace.

You hear slow, gentle footsteps behind you, before the gate squeaks open. "Miss Candie?" You hear Estie say softly, you sit up and look over your shoulder at her, "Your uncle wants you back at the big house, some guests are here." You nod at her, smiling half heartedly. You push yourself up off the grass, straightening out your skirt.

You stumble through the overgrown greenery and slowly head back to the plantation, following closely behind Estie.

Estie was your friend, a relationship disliked by your family, not that you cared, you would protect her from your Uncle and his workers punishments. She was a young, short girl, maybe around late teens. You enjoyed her company more then anyone elses on the plantation, youd always sneak her food and old clothing. She was your only friend.

As you approach the big house you catch the tail end of an argument between Steven and Uncle Calvin, "In the damned big house..." he mutters angrily as he heads inside. You walk up the steps and stand beside your mother.

You look up at the men before you, an older looking man with a short graying beard, wearing a matching grey suit and hat, beside him, a darker man on horseback. The other man wore a green shirt tucked into brown trousers, he wore black sunglasses and a brown cowboy hat. Both men held their reigns with black leather gloves.

"Dr Schultz," Uncle Calvin addressed, "This attractive southern belle is my widowed sister, may I present to you Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly." You mother does a southern bow, smiling at the doctor. Calvin then places a hand on your waist, pulling you towards him making you jump slightly. Schultz frowned. "And this beautiful, young mare, is my niece, Y/N Candie-Fitzwilly." He pulled his hand away from your waist, the doctor lifts his hat to you, his gaze lingering prehaps a little too long, he then clears his throat.

"I am Dr. King Schultz, this is my second here, Django." The man on horseback beside him tips his hat, Schultz then gestures to the two horses, "And these are our horses, Tony and Fritz." The horses bow, making you and afew other women coo and giggle.

Your mother was staring at the doctor, a blush on her face, you roll your eyes as she batts her eyelashes. "Well arent you gentlemen charming. You're not from around here are you?" She asks with a grin.

"Actually, I'm from a far off land, Dusseldorf to be excact." Ah. That explained the accent.

"Ah! This smart, beautiful lady here can speak some German herself!" You uncle exclaims proudly, squeezing your shoulder roughly, you flinch and move out of his grip discreetly. Schultz looks at you with a raised eyebrow, before looking back to Calvin.

You zone out as your mother, Uncle Calvin and Schultz engage in boring conversation. Something about fighters...

You refocus when the door squeaks open, Stephen now joining the conversation, "Actually Monsieur Candie... Theres somethin I ain't tole you yet..." Stephen says guilty.

"What?"

"Hildis in the hotbox."

You notice how Schultz and Djangos head now snap up.

"Well what's she doing In there?!"

"What 'cha think shes doin in there? Shes bein punished."

"What she do?"

"She ran away again."

You watch as Djangos hand moves towards his gun holster, resting on his thigh, he notices your gaze yet dosent move.

"Lucky for her the dogs were busy huntin some other slave, she only a little beat up, but she did that to herself runnin through all them bushes."

His hand now moves away from his pistol, and back to his reigns, you sigh, heading inside towards your room. You walk up the stairs, passing past afew women in the corridor before pushing open your door.

You run yourself a bath, laying in the hot water for what felt like hours, the warmth putting your aching muscles at ease. The scent of cherry and coconut filling the room.

You open your eyes as you hear a soft knock on the door, you sigh, moving the bubbles to cover yourself up, "Yes?" The door opens slightly, your mother pears around the corner, smiling gently at you, "You uncle wants you to get ready for dinner in an hour..." You nod, a sigh leaving your lips. She leaves, closing the door behind her.

[jugheadvarchoni]

Ranking every Riverdale Season (from worst to best)

Reminder: this is just MY opinion. Feel free to share your own!

7. Season 5

With the exception of the first 3 episodes (which I just consider to be part of 4), this season was just a huge nothingburger disappointment. The idea of a time jump was cool, and it even started out okay. Then it quickly went off the rails and not only fell back into repeat territory but the jump itself was just executed so poorly… I was beyond done with Hiram villain stuff atp. The Mothmen were fine, just nowhere near as good as the Gargoyle King or Black Hood for me. Too many characters are written TOO awfully (especially the queer characters) and sometimes it feels like they tried to cram way too much into it. It just leaves the season feeling bloated and incoherent. Best parts by far were Toni getting a big role and the introduction of Tabitha.

Still, those weren’t enough to save the season imo. Overall S5 felt the least like Riverdale to me & it was lowkey boring a lot, so it gets last place. Boo. 🍅

6. Season 4

I’m actually so serious when I say I really love this season. S5 is probably the only one I dislike, the rest of these can change at the drop of a hat lol.

The main reason I’m putting S4 here is that it was very hit or miss with my enjoyment of the storylines. Jughead’s stuff at Stonewall was okay. Cheryl got another unhinged story when she should’ve been getting therapy, Archie’s story was mind-numbing, The Auteur was creepy and great until it was revealed to be Jellybean (wah-wah-wah). Maybe it has to do with COVID throwing things off, but the whole season was just a little lackluster and disjointed. Also, TICKLE-PORN?????

The tribute to Luke Perry was beautiful tho. Miss him. 💔

5. Season 1

ALRIGHT. Before you pull out those pitchforks, just hear me out. It’s an incredible season, it’s the most well-written, the tone was amazing, and it set everything up perfectly.

But I do think that because it’s only the first season, and because it’s so short, a lot of the dynamics I personally love just don’t exist. Toni isn’t on the show yet. And I feel like part of what made Riverdale stand out, WAS the craziness and the willingness to do literally anything remotely cuckoo, which S1 just didn’t have. I’m just personally very attracted to wackiness of the other seasons. It’s a little overrated.

But again, this still season is INCREDIBLE and I’m still obsessed with its’ vibes.

4. Season 7

Don’t hurt me. 😭

But buckle up, because I have a lot to say here.

I REALLY had such a good time with this season… I mean, the Choni of it all is really want gets me obsessively thinking about this season on a daily basis. The way they were treated in the first half is everything I wished for them back in the earlier seasons. If this were a ranking based on Choni throughout the seasons, S7 would be #1. Kevin also got a ton of great stuff. S7 was so kind to the queer characters… Other than them, I just love how they got to have FUN. They took us back in time and basically just put the characters into an old-timey Archie Comic. Ridiculous but entertaining side plots that actually kept me interested and put the characters in a totally new environment. And despite the fact that people seem to want to ignore this, they ARE still the characters we’ve known and loved since S1, they just didn’t remember. But the memories are still there, and still inform all of their decisions and relationships.

Unfortunately, my biggest gripe with S7 is the way it feels disconnected to the rest of the show overall. They really let the comet story flop hard. Even if we decided to stay in the 50s in the end, we should’ve had way more time with our characters with their memories. They should’ve had conversations that were long overdue, that circle back and bring things to a close, the way final seasons should. I would’ve preferred they go back to the present, but in an altered timeline due to all the changes made to their lives. Tabitha was WASTED and thrown away and it makes me so mad tbh. They chickened out with the Varchie vs Barchie thing and instead we got that dumbass polycule and everyone dating everyone only for literally no one to end up with anyone (except Choni & Clevin uwu). The later half is especially a letdown, because that’s when we should’ve been ramping up to the end with their memories and certain people coming back together. Instead, we just got a lot of randomness. Which, while fun, doesn’t make for a good final season imo.

I think this season would’ve been ranked in my top 3 had it NOT been the final one…

It’s such a polarizing season for me and that’s why it’s smack dab in the middle!

3. Season 2

What a lot of people consider the glory days lol.

Everything that was well-established in S1 was built on and just made even better. The dynamics between the core four and each one of their storylines was spot on and interesting. Black Hood is probably the most interesting mystery villain we ever had on the show and delving deeper into the Cooper family was great. The slasher horror movie vibes with Black Hood’s story & his victims were just elite.

The season was darker and full of lots of twists and turns, which I always appreciate to keep my on my toes. We got introduced to Toni and Choni was born!

It did have some meh stuff tho, the Archie vs Hiram wasn’t all that interesting to me in this season, even though I DO like Hiram a lot. He’s always been an intriguing character to me, I just think he was severely overused. I also don’t like Bughead lol. The Chic stuff is hit or miss. It was bordering on crazy, but not quite at that sweet spot yet.

Overall this season was more exciting and deeper than even the likes of S1. And this is, of course, where we started getting into the Southside Serpents and the gang wars, which I think is such an iconic aspect of the show. Just a fun, deeper, more interesting season for me!

2. Season 6

I’m a sucker for witches and magic and time travel shenanigans, so this season was RIGHT up my alley. Rivervale, Sabrina, the spookiness, Cheryl’s witch arc, Percival was great, Tabitha getting to shine, I loved SO much of this season. Having one villain, that they all focus on I think did wonders for the cohesiveness of the season. Almost everyone got involved in it, there weren’t as many tangential storylines, and the buildup to the comet was so much fun. It was the perfect blend of camp and wackadoodleness and serious life/death stuff.

The worst part for me, is the ships. Tangs being a plague on society and them making Toni’s whole storyline about being a mother (a bad, awful one ugh). Fangs was never a standout to me, but they just made him insufferable this season. The custody battle was insanely stupid and a waste of time. “Baby Anthony” sucked (Dale FTW). Barchie has always bored me. Cheryl/Heather just felt like besties lol. The ships suffered hard in this season lol.

Still, we got Choni confirmed soulmates and Thabigail + Jughead/Tabitha were cute. So that aspect wasn’t ALL bad.

Tonally, it’s soooo different from the other seasons but I think they strike a better balance between mystery villainous plot and campiness than the other seasons. I ate up the supernatural and horror stuff, the plot is one of the most consistent in the whole show, there’s good character development and I just loved the craziness. They easily redeemed themselves after that abysmal S5. 🙏

1. Season 3

Ahhh PEAK insanity. Wild, compelling, dark but also silly af sometimes. The show went off the rails in the best way and I have a blast every time I watch it. A true fever dream. They embraced the crazy and I think that’s what sets it apart from all the other seasons. Imo, there isn’t a single “bad” episode here. They were still in high school, giving us that teenage drama/those dynamics that made Riverdale what it is. My fav ships were together (not without their drama), there was an intriguing mystery with the Gargoyle King. The flashback episode with the parents was amazinggggg and I loved everything about the Gryphon’s and Gargoyle’s storyline and how it trickled down to affect so many people. The atmosphere of the season, the main cast that got focus and actually got to have screentime together, Heathers heing probably their strongest musical. I love it SO MUCH.

There are some weaker points tho. There is a lot that happens this season, like A LOT. But I enjoyed it so much that I lowkey give it a pass for being so convoluted. Dilton was wasted and killed off after not getting much in general. Bughead & Veggie suck. I wish the G&G and Cult stuff had been intertwined better.

An organ harvesting cult led by Chad Michael Murray? Archie fighting a bear? Mass seizures? Babies thrown into a fire and then levitating? Veronica opening a speakeasy as a teenager? Choni cat burglars? Archie in juvie? Bunker sex? Speakeasy sex? Fizzle rocks? Killer DnD? THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS OF HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL?

I-C-O-N-I-C. Riverdale is at its best for me when it doesn’t care about being a normal gritty teen show. Maybe this season was a little messier, but I think the sheer fun and craziness more than makes up for that. Everytime I rewatch this season, I enjoy the crap out of it and am reminded why I love these characters and this silly little show so much. ♥️

So to recap:

S3 > S6 > S2 > S7 > S1 > S4 > S5

P.S: if there’s a major typo or I put something in the wrong season, lemme know. I just regurgitated this all from memory when I woke up so my thoughts were hella jumbled…

[celestialseawitch-ff]

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They rolled up to a field of grass.

“Uh…”

“Come on.”

Tony and Peter got out of the car and headed across the grass. There was a small group of people already there. The Avengers – some of them, at least. Sam, Bucky, and Steve all stood together. Wanda and Vision were not too far away. Thor was on his own, holding his massive ax. Natasha was there as well. Bruce, T’Challa, Rhodey, and Dr. Strange were notably absent.

“Took you long enough,” Natasha Romanov greeted with a grin.

“We got side tracked. Everyone else noticing some hinky things?”

“Hinky is a way of putting it,” Natasha agreed acerbically. 

“Who's this?” Sam asked and nodded to Peter.

Peter's eyes shot up from the phone in his hands. He grinned and said “Hi!” Then used the same hand and shot a web to the grass. “I'm Spider-Man.”

“Please tell me he was older before.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Stark said I didn't look any younger.”

“Unfortunately, you don't.” 

Peter made a face and turned back to the cellphone.

“Rhodey and Banner?” Tony asked.

Steve shook his head. “Haven’t shown up yet.”

“James was headed for DC,” Sam said. “He might not even know what’s up yet. We tried calling him but the number isn't working. Should we be worried?”

Tony rubbed his forehead. “Probably not. A few numbers have changed. My own included. I'll check in today. We won't hear from Bruce until he's ready. He can go to ground better than a spy.”

Natasha tilted her head. “Most spies. He’ll turn up.”

“And King T’Challa, we know, is still in Wakanda. So that leaves one. Where's Strange?” Steve asked.

“Not here,” Tony replied with a shrug. “Hopefully he shows up, because I think he's the only one with answers right now.”

“What exactly is going on?” Sam asked. “Does anyone know?”

“The stones,” Thor said. “When the gauntlet exploded, it seems to have had a ripple effect, creating changes in this universe. Physical one's too.”

A few eyes glanced towards Vision, the most notably changed one of them all. No longer was the man red, but white all over with piercing blue eyes and a stone to match. The infinity stone was notably gone. He wasn’t the only one who’d changed.

Natasha's previously short blonde hair was now long and curly red again. Tony was younger. Thor was no longer missing an eye or a few inches of hair. Bucky's arm was the Winter Soldier's again, not the one from Wakanda. Peter looked different too, but only Tony could tell out of the group of them.

“How is this possible?” Natasha asked.

“It's not,” Tony responded. “None of this is possible.”

“The stones have different properties,” Vision said. “Mine allowed me great power that we can't truly explain.”

“Yeah, and now you're functioning without it.”

“That’s true. But how? The stone gave Wanda and her brother abilities. Who's to say what the stones can and cannot do together?”

“An explosion of power of that magnitude will have consequences,” Thor explained. “I am not highly gifted in the ways of magic or your peoples science, but I understand power. Father could see far into the future, but he had to enter an Odin Sleep to do so. He had to be vulnerable to gain such power. To destroy a power like the infinity stones and a man like Thanos?” He shrugged. “I am not surprised something unexplainable has occurred.”

“How do we change it back?” Steve asked.

“You can't. What's done is done. This is our world. This is our life.”

“He's right,” a new voice cut in. Everyone turned to see Dr. Strange appear out of a portal. “This is our new reality.”

[mad-maximoff]

The War (Prelude)

Warnings: Gore, loss of children

Word Count: 1,585

In Two Multiverses, far from our own...

Multiverse #700

"Quick! Steve! Grab his head now!" There, laid a disfigured metal misshapen Ultron, breathing shallowly. His metal mask was torn revealing his once clean purple jawline. He groaned as Steve Rogers and Tony Stark carried him to the Scarlet Witch. "Oh, my darling! My king." She stroked his exposed face. 

In this multiverse, Ultron was an AI being that helped Tony Stark run Stark Industries. When we saw how the world treated threats he took it upon himself to create to perfect being behind Starks back. Turning his AI being into a man. With great success, with some hindrances from the Avengers, they finally saw his intentions were pure and not in malice. With that, that attracted foes willing to fight the Avengers. Especially a secret lab under HYDRA's rule. Who forced the Maximoff twins to fight the Avengers. Once the twins realized they were on the wrong side, they fought HYDRA alongside. Until the last battle, where Pietro Maximoff lost his life. Wanda, understandably distraught took comfort in the new Ultron. Budding a new romance. The Avengers were almost catapulted into a civil war against one another until Wanda and Ultron stopped them all. Using their powers to find the Infinity Stones to gain control. They ruled over the Avengers when their power gained the world. World leaders tried to halt their attempts but were stopped by Wanda's mind manipulation. Ultron & Wanda were crowned the rulers of Earth. King and Queen. 

"He's dying your highness, we need to find a doctor or a scientist." Peter Parker squeaked. All of the Avengers gathered around their gallant king to fight against Thanos for the infinity stones wanting complete control of the universe. Thanos was not successful thanks to his efforts. He hand control over the gauntlet. 

"No! We must use the book! There's a spell in there! It will heal my love. Strange! Summon the book! Now!" Wanda heathered her hand in front of Doctor Strange. She was desperate. "Wanda, no. If the darkhold can heal Ultron, it may kill you. It corrupts any user." 

"I do not condone your insolence Strange! I do not care! Give me the damn book." Wanda sniffled wiping away her heavy tears. Stephen Strange conjured a portal with his sling ring, reaching to guide the darkhold into Wanda's hands. It fell to the ground turning the pages on its own to the exact page Wanda was after. Wanda's fingers rotted turning black as she spoke the incantations. Her red powers grew through her fingers to Ultrons body slowly, healing his wounds. 

"It's working! Ultron! Darling!" Wanda's shrieks of joy were cut short by her eye darting over to the darkhold catching in a blaze of fire. Instantly disintegrating. 

"No! No!" She screamed, tears gushing out. Ultron slowly faded out. Dying in front of her. Her body curled in a ball next to her dying husband crying out. The Avengers stayed silent bending a knee for their fallen hero. 

"Wanda. What happened? What did you do to the darkhold?" Strange broke the silence. "All hail the Queen." Pepper unlatched her mask on one of Starks suits. 

"Nothing.." She sniffled. She arose watching he dead husband lie lifeless. "Nothing! I did nothing!" Her powers grew in anger, pivoting her body around to shoot pieces of her jewelled crown out. She turned back to see Ultron sniffling. Feeling a sense of silence that was unheard of to her. A few muffled noises and coughs, but only silence. Until she turned again to see the havoc she caused. The red jewels from her beaded crown had impaled all over her friends. The Avengers. They were dead. She caused this on her own.

"N-no...No! Nat? Nat! Steve!" She searched for her familiar friends to see them hunched over with the jewels stabbed in their temples. "No, no, no!" Wanda howled out dropping to her knees. "Why!" She swiped her heavy tears wiping away her makeup not having feeling in the tips of her fingers. "This isn't my fault...I did not burn the darkhold...how could I? Someone else did this...when I find them...they will regret it...."

Mulitiverse #900 

"Boys! Dinner is almost ready." Wanda stirred a pot of paprikash. Billy and Tommy always enjoyed their mom's famous paprikash after one of their soccer practices after school. Billy rushed into the dining room laying his book bag on the table. "Hey, where does that go?" She turned pointing her wooden spoon towards Billy. "Oh shit, sorry mom." 

"And language! I told you boys about that, your uncle Steve would have an aneurysm." The boys weren't the little boys from Westview. They were teenagers. Almost grown adults. Billy zoomed off up the stairs to his room where his book bag would go. Wanda did not realize Tommy was behind her, using his powers to play with a strand of her hair behind her ear. She twitched, fixing the hair. He continued until he sat down at the dining table. A shock sparked on his behind jolting him up.

"Haha, you do realize you aren't the only one with magical hands right? Now use your powers for good and set the table." She chuckled opening the cabinet above the sink to reveal all of the dishes. "Fine, but it's Tom's turn tomorrow." He huffed still rubbing his bottom from the shock. "Na uh, you weren't here yesterday for supper, so that means you have to do it twice!"

"No!"

"Yes! Mom!"

"Mom!"

"Jesus you two! Can you two stop arguing for one damn minute! Keep at it and I'll ship you two off to Uncle Clint, then you boys will stop your complaining." Wanda laid her hands on either side of her temples, rubbing them roughly. "Oh Mom, I don't think Uncle Steve would approve of your language." Tommy tisked, as Billy joined hiding a laugh under his breath. Wanda giggled shaking her head. "I'm never going to hear the end of this." She turned back to her pot stirring again.

After Thanos blipped half of the population, the Avengers fought Thanos and restored the world. Vision is still dead. Amongst, her grief, she creates Westview. Creating Billy and Tommy, she learned the error of her ways in restoring Westview to normal. Leaving with her boys. She stopped being an Avenger to raise the boys full-time. Only called upon when the world was in danger. Stephen Strange needed her a year ago, to help find a foe in the multiverse. She stumbled upon the Darkhold. Never read a page. Only storing it away for safekeeping. However, in the last year, the book has been speaking to the Scarlet Witch. Begging her, pleading with her, to use them. 

"Please Wanda...the boys are in danger..." The book whispered.

"Danger? How?" She whispered, watching her figure in the kitchen window. 

"The intruders. There's intruders...you want to protect your boys don't you?" Wanda watched her figure change to a dark figure. Blackened eyes, and rotting fingertips as the room filled with a red haze. "Where?! Where are they?!" Her powers enhanced. 

"Mom?... What's wrong?" Billy's voice rang through Wanda's head and faded quickly. She looked over at the noise to see two tall black shadows. Behind two small boys. Her boys. The Tommy and Billy they once were, but still young in her heart. 

"You have to kill them Wanda...they will kill your boys.." 

"No, no!" Her powers blinded her bolting to the intruders. "W-what do I do!"

"Take their power Wanda...they'll use it against the boys. You must feed off them before they feed on them." 

Wanda dove into the intruders, using her powers to tear into the intruder's abdomen. The red pooled around her in her daze. The noises and pleading from these intruders were muffled with the Darkhold's voice humming in Wanda's mind. The other intruder grew with another haze near the scared 10-year-old boys behind Wanda. Billy & Tommy crying in the corner. "No! Get the hell away from them!" She screamed latching onto the other intruder. She sat on top of the intruder, as she reached into the intruder's chest to rip out a black mass. Thinking in her red haze this was their power. Wanda devoured the mass. The mass dripped down her chest. The Darkhold silenced their words leaving behind a chuckle. Wanda turned to see the Darkhold on her bookshelf catch fire turning to dust. The picture of her young boys faded, it was a part of the Darkhold's plan. She calmed herself to peer down to see who the intruder was. 

She shrieked in terror. Realizing who the intruders were. It was Billy and Tommy. Her teenage sons bleeding out on the dining room floor. "No! No!" She cried out scattering around in their blood. Tommy coughed out laying still. His legs twitched a blue faded light."Mom...mom.." 

"Yes baby, Mommy's here. She's okay now, I am so sorry...my babies..." 

"W-Why Mom? We're sorry..." 

"No, no babies it's okay..." She sniffled in complete horror over the damage she caused. "This isn't your fault baby." 

"Where's B? Where's Billy-.." He coughed once more before his breaths stopped. 

"Billy? Billy! No! No!!" Wanda screamed, causing the windows to shake. "Tom? Tommy?" She pivoted across the pools of blood to her other son who lay still on the floor. Not breathing. "No! No! My babies! My babies!" She wept crying in her lap. "I promise you, my angels...I will find the Darkhold...you will come back to me again..." 

[queeenpersephone]

Feeling very ironwidow starved, feel free to ignore but would you write a drabble on maybe Tony and Nat waking up to each other in the morning? Domestic, Fluff, I will take anything 😩🤞🏻

dude i feel you i've been in my feels about them today too! okay, super short, but have a small extended/alternate scene from endgame the morning of the day natasha figures out there were 3 stones in nyc in 2012.

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Tony wakes with the irritating feeling of a textbook digging into his spleen.

His eyes blink open slowly, not a little surprised that he even fell asleep. He's always been a light sleeper, even in a king bed with six-hundred thread count sheets, but his brain has been overactive the past few days as they've attempted to make a plan to time travel. Or maybe he's just gone soft, used to hanging with Morgan in the cabin on alternating weeks with frequent visits from his fiance.

Speaking of his fiance...

With a groan, he shifts from his side to his back, tilting his head until he sees Natasha's stomach, gently rising with each inhale and exhale. They're laying head to foot, necessitated by the stacks of books and hardware and assorted snacks. Beyond her, he sees Bruce on the floor, snoring loudly. Wow. Really surprising he was able to sleep.

He props himself up on his elbow, always soothed by the familiar sight of Natasha's sleeping face. But when he gets high enough to look at her closed eyes, he realizes that they're open.

"Honey?" He tries. She merely blinks; he knows that she knows that he's awake. "Nat, our relationship's at least thirty years from your hearing going," he teases, trying to hide his underlying worry.

She sighs, turning her bright green eyes on him. They curve awkwardly toward each other, almost in a lopsided huddle. "Are we doing the right thing?" She murmurs, her voice laden with doubt that she will never show the others. "What if the consequences are worse than the world we're living in? What if we lose Morgan?"

Despite Tony's own corresponding fears, his heart warms at her personal acknowledgement of Morgan. His little girl loves her so much; the divorce could have been catastrophic, but Pepper and he are in a good place, and now Morgan has three parents. He never planned for his daughter to be able to escape handcuffs, trunks, and pilot a helicopter, but he can't deny that it eases his mind every time Natasha teaches Morgan another life skill when Pepper's and his first instinct had been to shield her from the world. Pepper even frequently takes part in lessons after Natasha had stressed the world's instability.

He snaps back to attention when Natasha tucks her messy hair behind her ear. He studies her watery eyes and deep, dark circles and well-bitten lips. She looks exhausted. He bets he looks the same.

"I remember when Barton came to stay with us," he says instead of answering. Natasha doesn't seem to mind. She just watches him, hanging on his every word like they'll damn or absolve her. He truly believes that if he told her they had to leave now, she would go. It's terrifying, the power they have over each other. "He said that when you talked after Loki escaped, all those years ago, he didn't think you sounded like you."

Natasha mouth twitches into a smile, reminiscing. "He told me I wasn't a soldier," she remembers. "That we weren't the kind of people to wade into a war."

"But then, with hindsight, he changed his mind," Tony replies. "And you were right to wade into that war. It was hard, harder than anything, and though you know I'd be the first to fight with our teammates about goals and ethics, you were still right to fight." He takes a deep breath. "You were right then, and you are right now."

Natasha isn't crying or carrying on, but he can tell from the struck look in her eyes that what he's said has touched something deep inside her. "I love you," she says, the emotion and history between them clear in every word.

"You mean everything to me," he says, low and earnest. Shockingly, he feels no desire to reach around the space between them, to hold her kiss her. Instead, they just look at each other across their curled bodies, keeping the bubble of air between them just for them. The sun rises in the window behind Tony's back. He feels the heat on his skin, but he's truly kept warm by the light in Natasha's eyes.

They lay there until Bruce wakes up with a hiccuped snore. They lay there until they're ready to take on any threat that comes their way, even if that threat is time itself.

[rhapsodynew]

On August 13, 1976, the International Lefty Day was celebrated for the first time, a holiday that united all left-handed people on the planet.

Let's remember the outstanding left-handed musicians:

Paul McCartney

Sir Paul McCartney is perhaps the most famous lefty in the rock world. When Paul was 14 years old, his father, himself a musician, gave him a trumpet. However, the future "beatle" already realized that his soul did not belong to this instrument, and exchanged the trumpet for an acoustic guitar Framus Zenith. Of course, being left-handed, Paul faced a serious question: How to play? However, he found a way out of the situation. Paul was inspired by the example of country and folk singer Slim Whitman, who, playing with his left hand, arranged the strings on the guitar in reverse order. I must say that most left-handed musicians play this way.

Jimi Hendrix

Another person who doesn't need introductions. Jimi not only played the guitar, demonstrating amazing technique and bringing listeners into ecstasy, but, it seems, did everything with it: made it sound almost like a human voice, broke it, set it on fire, in a word, enchanted it to glory! At the same time, Hendrix's father, being, apparently, a rather strange man (suffice it to say that, after returning from the war, he changed his son's name - from Johnny Allen Hendrix turned into James Marshall), forced Jimi to play with his right hand, since he saw the sign of the devil in his son's left—handedness. However, when his father was not around, Jimi turned the guitar upside down and rearranged the strings in reverse order — this is how he played later.

Tony Iommi

The story of Black Sabbath guitarist Tony Iommi is an example of how incredible willpower allows you to overcome difficulties, when faced with which any other person will give up and turn off the path. A serious disaster occurred at the very beginning of Tony's creative career: while working at a steel mill, he accidentally lowered the press on his right hand and lost the tips of the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. It seemed like he would never be able to play the guitar again. Tony was inspired to continue his career as a musician by the playing of gypsy jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt, who, after injuries sustained during a fire, played the guitar with two fingers. The simplest option for Iommi, he admitted, would be to learn the right-handed game, but he did not want to waste several years on retraining. Instead, Tony melted a bottle of detergent and made something like thimbles out of it, and to better press the string, he made finger pads out of his old leather jacket. He also had to replace the strings with thinner ones and grind the sills on the guitar. It remains only to add that, perhaps, if Tony had not gone through all this hell, we would not have heard the gloomy viscous riffs inherent in the heavy metal style

Kurt Cobain

The permanent leader of the Nirvana band, singer, guitarist, songwriter, member of the "club 27", in short, another legendary personality on our list — and all this is Kurt Cobain! He was not a virtuoso guitarist, like, say, Hendrix, but he played loudly, aggressively and with drive. Cobain preferred two fairly inexpensive models of Fender guitars — Jaguar and Mustang, and even created their specific hybrid — a left-hand model called Jag-Stang. However, the serial production of these instruments began only after Cobain's death

Albert King

It just so happened that we had a chance to talk not only about rock. We couldn't help but include Albert King, the blues legend, in this list because of his unique playing style. Unlike all the previous musicians in question, King did not rearrange the strings in reverse order, but left everything as it is. As a result, he developed a completely different playing technique with a completely different fingering and string tightening technique — he had to pull them down instead of up. In addition, Albert King constantly experimented with the guitar structure, thoroughly understating it

Mark Knopfler

Another lefty on our list is Mark Knopfler, known primarily as the singer, guitarist and songwriter of the band Dire Straits. In addition, Knopfler is successfully pursuing a solo career, producing other musicians and is the author of music for a number of films. In fact, Knopfler stands out significantly from the entire company in question. Being left-handed, he nevertheless plays the guitar with his right hand. It's all about musical education: as a child, Mark learned to play the violin and did it with his right hand. When he switched to the guitar, he found that it was more convenient for him to play it with the same hand. In addition, Knopfler does not use a mediator in principle, preferring a softer finger technique of playing

Ian Pace

Ian Pace, the legendary drummer and the only permanent member of the "dinosaurs" of hard rock Deep Purple, with whom he has been playing since the age of 19, is called upon to dilute the company of guitarists on this list. Ian also managed to play in Whitesnake and the supergroup Paice, Ashton & Lord. In addition, he was engaged in solo work and repeatedly participated in recordings of various bands as a session musician. Left-handedness, however, did not become Pace's "calling card", perhaps because it is not so conspicuous in the drummer's game.

Happy holidays to all involved!📌🎈🎂🫶

#everything you need to know about rock

[guardian-rocket]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

Top 10, here we go... @antvnger Puppy-Mun is the first I am putting on this list first because of all the threads and ideas I've ever had on here the thread I've been doing with them (Space Heist) is the largest single run I've had so far. We actually had an entire 4 part mission and went to Knowhere. I feel like Rocket and Scott made some real progress in becoming friends and I love that. Every post they make is gold. They're nice to their anons and I generally enjoy interacting with them OOC and hijacking their random posts. They're also genuinely funny, which I feel is very important for someone portraying Scott. I already loved Ant-Man but Puppy-Mun makes me adore him even more! They also often tag me and I love that 💕

@byondtheveil Rei-Mun (Birb-Queen) is #1 OC in Rocket's world and my Rocket muse simply adores her. I always look forward to reading her replies and she's a great person to talk to and shoot the breeze OOC. We both love thrifting IRL so it's fun to just spam her DMs about my latest finds. Her character Rei is literally one of the most endearing original characters I've ever come across. She's well thought out and has connected with Rocket in a way most muses can't do. With her I have been able to explore Rocket's comfortability just popping on and off Earth and get some much deserved down time. @papetoonfox Papetoonfox was a RP partner I had many years ago. We haven't interacted much on tumblr but we got a RP going on Discord that I am fully engrossed in. Our conversations OOC often puts me in stitches and we have so much common interest it's so easy to just get lost in our own little nostalgic world of Y2K aesthetics and retrowave vibes. They're also very encouraging with me about my art and they produce some of the coolest music I've heard from anyone I know. I love their portrayal of Fox and so does my muse.

@stripesofbrooklyn They were one of the first to interact with me OOC when I started getting more active again and I feel we check in on eachother both ways pretty regularly I am confident to call them a friend. Our muses have great chemistry together and Rocket always loves hearing from them no matter what strange shenanigan they might be getting into. Rocket fully admires and trusts their Steve and is someone Rocket would go out of his way for.

@spidermanxnoir / @jeff-the-gnome-king First they get super points just for playing my favorite version of Spider-Man (Noir) and our thread which started off without any plotting has turned into one of the most epic adventures my Rocket has ever had. I think Rocket's gotten pretty attached to him as they've gone along and genuinely think he's cool. Looking forward to them retaining an ongoing friendship. Being able to tie or franchises together has been a ton of fun and I think we write beautifully together. Also they're super chill OOC and I love bugging them with my latest ideas. @the-mjolnir-owner This Thor is one of my best friends on Tumblr. They are often sending me posts in my DMs to see about Rocket and Thor and I just love their characterization. We also have a lot of fun discussions about Thor and the Guardians and I feel they capture Thor very well in their writing. Just in general they're an absolute joy.

@butwithmoreme I know our thread is fairly new/short but I literally hear Tony's voice in their writing, it's so damn good. As Rocket's mun I will hold a special place in my heart for anyone who doesn't just write him off for being a little shit. The fact they're being science bros together makes me so happy. @spideymn A big stand-out as a great writer. Sounding repetitive here, but I hear Tom Holland in their dialog and they feel very in character. A shining standout, and my muse likes him because he's a helpful kiddo. Happy to see them interacting together. @beatfreesmysoul They're my #1 music buddy right now, and I enjoy dropping into their DMs to be annoying lol. It's so great to have someone here to talk tunes with because I genuinely am a big music nerd. I love that they send me memes/tag me for that stuff too. As a Rocket RPer I often feel a bit sidelined so they make me feel included on things which I super appreciate. Our thread taking place earlier in the storyline is great too, kinda fun to undo all my muse's character development and let him have 'issues' he needs to work through and I love that we can explore or character's developing friendship.

@gctbusydying I am pretty sure they're my first Kitty Pryde and honestly, worth the wait. Interacting with them feels like we're jumping right out of the comics. I think that Kitty is canonly one of Rocket's favorite ladies and their friendship is important to me. I know I MOSTLY adhere to MCU canon but I've read the comics too (albeit a long time ago) but when it comes to Kitty I'm like -slams fist on desk- FRIENDS. I know we haven't had a TON of interaction but I hope it keeps going.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Redeeming big brother; Steve Harrington x pre-teen sis reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a pretty short sweet little ficlet that went around my head for awhile. Like I said I’ve been wanting to write a Steve Harrington fic since s.2 came out but I didn’t have the time nor the inspiration to write him a story until I decided to first do a platonic fic and BOOM!! Cause let’s face it, Steve is the Babysitter and I could imagine him being the type of brother that I made him in this oneshot so I hope you guys enjoy this little fic and until next time :)

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@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

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“Look all I’m saying is that he could’ve at least had his parents drive to pick you up.” Steve said to me.

“I told you Steve, Tony said he was carpooling with his friends because his dad’s mustang was in the shop.”

“The shop right yeah.” He muttered.

“You know you didn’t have to drive Dustin and I to the Snowball, we could’ve asked his mom.”

“No, no I needed to make sure that little shit didn’t try anything with you.”

“Eww Steve what the hell! Dustin and I do not like each other like that. You know that.”

“Still I just wanna make sure that even when you’re dressed all……you know—”

“Barbie? A slut?”

“Hey! You are not that don’t ever call yourself that even if you’re joking. You-you look beautiful. Really you do. It’s just…..” he took a deep sigh as clenched the stirring wheel.  “You don’t dress up this nice like most girls do. And I’d hate for those boys to suddenly see you and think they need to jump your bones.”

“They’re not like that Steve. Plus Max will have my back, and you know how savage we can be together.”

“Believe me I saw it for myself. All I’m saying is don’t let any boy try to take advantage of you. Especially this Bobby guy.”

“His name’s Tony.”

“That’s what I said, Darrell.” I rolled my eyes as Steve pulled into Dustin’s curb and honked the horn.  

We sat there for a few minutes which allowed me to check my makeup, nothing too extreme just some blush, a bit of eye shadow to match my blue dress and checked to make sure my hair was alright.  

“Hey, c’mon now.” Steve lifted the visor up.  I looked at him annoyed but he assured me with a gentle look in his eyes “I already told you, you look beautiful.”

I’ll admit.  He really was trying to be the brother he once was.  Ever since he became ‘King Steve’ he never wanted anything to do with me. Said I was too nerdy to be with someone ‘cool’ like him.  It really hurt to lose my brother like that to the poison that was popularity.

And he only seemed to get worse as the years went by, especially when he was involved with the whole Nancy ‘the Slut’ Wheeler vandalization at the local theater.  But ever since he got involved with the Upside down, and he broke free of that dick Tommy Hagan and that bitch Carol, he started to change.

Especially this past year.  He’s even tried to mend our bond but when the events of the Upside down began to come back with Will, the Demodogs and Max’s asshole brother Billy (not Upside down related, he’s just an asshole. Nearly killed me, Dustin and Lucas while we were biking home from school on Halloween).  And Nancy broke up with Steve, he seemed a bit more—emotionally vulnerable.

He wanted to be with me but I had other problems at the time with Dustin and his ‘secret pet’.  That’s when Steve, Dustin and I became the starting team in this whole demodogs thing, then one disaster fell after another until we were finally able to get the gate close permanently and get rid of all the demodogs.

Finally Dustin came racing down and I couldn’t stop but stare at the nest on top of his head.

“Thanks for the ride guys.” He said getting into the back seat.

“Uhh Dustin, what the hell happened to your head?” I asked him.

“What?”

“Your head. I’ll need to find Diana Ross’ number because I think I just found her hair.”

“Shut up!” Dustin snapped at me.  “My hair does not look like hers.”

“You’re right you’re right. It actually looks like if Elvis was given a bad perm.” I laughed.

“Alright you little shit ease up on him. Ignore her Dustin, she’s just jealous because it took her five hours just to get her hair like this.” I punched Steve’s arm and ordered him.

“Just drive asshole.” As Dustin giggled from the backseat, Steve turned the car back on and he drove us to the school.

He pulled us in and we could see from the cat some of the Snowball decorations and could hear the music playing loudly.

“Hey Hover switch seats with me, I need to check the mirror now.” Dustin said.

“Dustin you know I was kidding right. You look great.”

“She’s right. Now remember, when you walk in there.”

“Pretend I don’t care.” Dustin said.

“You don’t care.”

“I don’t care.”

“Honestly why did you have to say that? That’s literally the worst advice ever Steve.” I scoffed rolling my eyes and shaking my head solemnly. “Dustin continues to listen to you and he’ll be single until he’s 30.”

“Okay that’s overexaggerating. Don’t listen to her Henderson. You’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay them dead.”

“Like a lion.” Dustin then let out a purr to which both Steve and I cringed.

“Yeah don’t do that.” Steve told him bluntly.

“Ever again.” I also told him.

“Right.” Dustin agreed before he got out of the backseat and I followed suit.  Soon pulling up behind us was a large black SUV it slowly came to a stop before the front door opened to reveal one of Tony’s friends, Andrew.

“Thanks mom. See yah at 10.” Soon the back door opened and more of Tony’s friends piled out until Tony was the last one to come out. My heart fluttered in my chest as my palms started to grow a bit sweaty.

“What you just gonna sit there and gawk (Y/n)?” Dustin said to me.

“Shut up Henderson.” I said.  I took a deep breath and took about two steps forward only to stop and see someone else coming out of the SUV as well.  It was the biggest bitch in the whole seventh grade, Jenna LoDuca and she was holding Tony’s hand.

“Thanks baby.”

“No prob babe. Ready to head in?” Tony asked her.

“Yeah thanks.” She said as they walked hand in hand towards the gym following behind Tony’s friends.

My heart shattered and fell into my stomach as I looked down. So he really didn’t care.  He never cared to begin with. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me that he was gonna take out Jenna instead of me, he could’ve at least told me.

“(Y/n)? Hey it’s…..” Dustin started off but I didn’t want to hear it.  I took off running as tears fell down my face.

I don’t know where I ended up but all I know was that I wasn’t at the back entrance where the dance was but I was still within the school grounds.  I kicked the gravel under my feet harshly scuffing up the 1 inch high heeled shoes mom got me on her last business trip (even though I hate anything that isn’t a sneaker or sandal on hot days).

“(Y/n).” I sniffled and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t wanna hear it Steve!” I snapped.

“Okay. Do you…….do you want me to take you home?” he asked in a nervous, unsure tone.

“No. Because then I’ll have done all this for nothing. Plus Jenna will rub it in my face Monday.”

“Wait she bullies you?”

“It doesn’t matter Steve. Just go home and don’t bother me with this anymore.” I walked back towards the school and tried to clean my face off as best as I could before entering the school with a big fake-ass smile on my face.

I met with the guys at the table and they were surprised to see me come walking in.

“(Y/n) you—you actually came in.” Mike said.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because of Je—” Dustin started off by saying but Max kicked him in the shin.

“Don’t listen to them, there’s more to life than stupid boys. C’mon (Y/n) let’s get something to eat I’m getting a bit peckish.” Max came over and took me away from the boys.

“Thanks Max, I owe yah.”

“I’ll remember that for later. But for real, don’t worry about those turd wards. You’re more badass than the two of them are popular.” Max said playfully shoving my shoulder with hers.  That got a small smile out of me as we reached the food stand and we each got a plate of crackers, cookies and a cupcake.

As the dance went on, it soon came time for the slow dancing. At first Max declined Lucas’ offer to dance but since I could tell how long Lucas had probably rehearsed this, I told her it was okay so she and Lucas went to the dance floor together.

Then a girl from mine and Will’s art class came up and asked Will to dance (even though she called him Zombie boy).  Then Dustin went over to a group of popular girls to ask one of them to dance leaving Mike and me alone for the first song (it’d just be awkward to dance together).

When the next song came on, we both took notice of El coming into the gym now, all dolled up and pretty.  Mike stood up and walked towards her without saying a word to me (but truthfully he didn’t have to).

I was now all alone at my table, in fact looking around every one of my peers had a partner or were in their friend groups chatting along the sides of the gym.  And just ahead of me I could easily spot Jenna and Tony dancing together, hell they pretty much remained in my visual range throughout the whole slow song montage.

It was then my favorite Lionel Richie song, Truly began playing through the speakers.  I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and was just tempted to leave the gym and stay outside for the rest of the dance.

“Hey little Hover.” I looked up and saw my brother Steve wearing his homecoming tux and sporting his Risky Business shades.

“Steve? What are you…how did you get in here? You didn’t ask to volunteer.”

“I know. I’m not a volunteer. I’m your date.”

“Steve……”

“C’mon please. Don’t make me get on my hands and knees begging over this song cause you know I will. In front of all your friends and these people I’ll…..”

“Okay! Okay you big hairy oaf!” I said getting up and took his hand before we went over to the dance floor.  We stood before each other and he took my right hand into his left while his right rested along my waist and my other hand rested on his.

“He wasn’t worth it.” I looked at him as he lead me in the first few steps of our slow dance.  “Your tears. Boys this age are incredibly stupid and he’s gonna regret leaving you for that.” He gave a slight gesture of his head towards Tony and Jenna who were looking at us.

“Maybe it’s because I really don’t live up to the Harrington name.”

“Hey now…...”

“No Steve it’s true. I mean, look at her. She’s popular than me, she’s smart, and she’s way prettier than me.”

“Now that’s total bullshit.” He gave me a gentle spin before bringing me back into him.  “First of all you are smarter than your older brother. In fact you’re too smart. I swear dad never shuts up about how my 13 year old sister is smarter than me, a senior in high school. Second, being popular really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially if it changes you for the worst.”

He stroked a baby strand of hair from my forehead and tucked it back over my teased hair.

“It makes you cruel and makes you blind to what’s in front of you. I swear the last thing I remember was you clinging onto your teddy bear you won at the 4th grade fair and now here you are. A teenager in the works who I think is the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.”

“Even more beautiful than Nancy Wheeler?” I asked skeptically.

“Especially more than Nance.” He said without hesitation.

“Best not let her hear you say that.”

“Truthfully I think you were her favorite Harrington more than me.” I softly laughed.  “No I swear, she’d always ask me when she’d see you. She even said at times she could trade Mike in for you.” Steve said through his laughing as he spun me outward our hands keeping a firm hold on each other before I spun back into him just as the song came to my favorite part.

Right as Lionel’s voice hit that crescendo, I was resting my head against my brother’s chest as my arms wrapped around his waist.  I felt him slightly pick me up and he placed my feet gently on top of his as I heard him softly sing along to the ending of the song.

It brought me back to the early days of my childhood when Steve and I were the best of friends.  Whenever I was sad or felt lonely from mom and dad’s constant work travels, Steve always played a slow song  over dad’s radio, he’d have me standing on top of his toes and the two of us would sway like this as he’d sing the song to me.

After the dance was over, I was just getting into bed when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

“Knock, knock.” Steve’s voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Speak friend and enter.” I said.

“You know I don’t speak that nerd language.”

“Then you cannot pass.” I teased him.  He knocked again and I couldn’t help but say, “I hear yah knockin, but you can’t come in!”

“(Y/n) at least tell me your decent.”

“Yes I’m in my jammies.” He opened the door and came right on in.  “No respect for your sister’s room. Why do you think I asked you to speak the password? It’s not that hard, the password is Mellon.”

“I’ll slow dance with you, sing to you, even fight interdimensional monsters with you. But never on this green earth will you get me to speak that nerd language.” He said as he came over and sat at the edge of my bed.

“It’s not nerd language is Elvish. Sindar to be exact.” Steve buried his face into his hand groaning softly.  “Hey, Dustin and I got you to watch Star Wars with us and you loved it. Which makes you a nerd too Stevie.”

“First of all just because I enjoy it doesn’t make me a ner—okay I see what you’re doing munchkin.” He said as he ruffled my head. “So, your first school formal. Besides the little jerk that shall remain nameless in this house, how was it before I got there?”

“It was alright. Mostly Max and I talked and of course the guys were giving Dustin a hard time with his hair. I think his natural curls just really threw the Farrah faucet spray off.”

“Yeah it did. But the kid needed the reassurance. Now correct me if I’m wrong but did he call you Hover back in the car.”

“Hover is my D&D character’s name. She’s a level 16 rouge assassin. Sometimes Dustin calls me that outside of the game.”

“So you used my nickname for you for your nerdy game?”

“Steve it’s not…..” he raised his hand and continued.

“I was just going to say it’s actually kinda sweet.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Though I wish it was still between us. After all I’ve been calling you that since you could walk.” He said booping my nose. “Well it’s late, you should get some sleep.” At that point I let out a soft yawn and got under the covers.  “Goodnight Hover.” He stood up but before he left my room I grabbed his hand. I sat up and hugged him before kissing his cheek. “What was that for?”

“For being my big brother.”

“But I…..”

“I know you’ve been an asshole for the past few years now but in the past year you really have been trying. I could see you putting in the effort to try and fix things between us. You could’ve stayed the way you were, or worst become like Billy.”

“I’d rather get eaten by one of those dog things than ever raise a hand to you like that asshole does to Max.”

“I know. That’s why I’m grateful to have a brother like you. You may not be smart, but you’re a damn good big brother and I love you for that.” A smile came at the corner of his lips as he ruffled my hair again before leaning forward and kissed the crown of my head.

“You’re not so bad either squirt.” He pressed his forehead against mine and continued, “And I love you too.” I smiled softly as Steve pressed another kiss to my forehead before we told each other goodnight and he left my room and I soon fell fast asleep.

[jules-has-notes]

2018 VoicePlay summer activities — projects, planning, and the Philippines

Summer is often a time for fun and relaxation. For the VoicePlay guys, the summer of 2018 was largely a time of planning, rehearsing, and pursuing some individual projects. Though they did also do some significant travel.

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Following a comfortably busy spring, they took the beginning of July as a time to rest a bit and work on other things.

"You're not going to start chasing me like Eli does, are you?"

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J.None spent the Fourth performing with Paradigm at a local event, before zipping up to Virginia for his aunt's wedding.

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J.None sings "Why I Love You" by Major. at his aunt's wedding reception.

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When the weekend rolled around, the PattyCake guys took over a grocery store in a nearby town for an overnight video shoot with the ladies of 4Eva29 and a group of dad friends.

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All aboard

The second week of July began with a flight to Puerto Rico so VoicePlay could board the Disney Fantasy and perform on the last third of its trip back to Florida.

When they were ashore once more, they released their epic Panic! at the Disco two-parter, which received a flood of attention. They then spent the rest of the month preparing for the coming months.

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Up, up, and away

August kicked off with a trip up to the northeast, returning to New Jersey, where they'd received a warm reception the previous winter.

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Leon also posted a few short clips to his Instagram.

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On your marks…

A week later, they convened at Rayne's Room to film three short music videos geared toward social media that they could release over the following weeks, as well as a promotional video for their upcoming concert with Rachel Potter in the Philippines.

Recording all of that in one sitting was apparently a little rough on their bass man, though.

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Earl and J teasing Geoff for indulging in a moment of younger sibling behavior

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Get set…

The first item from that marathon session they released was, of course, the announcement of their concert in Manila.

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Go!!!

A few days later, they boarded their flight to The Philippines. Once they arrived, they had a little time to get acclimated, so they decided to visit The Dessert Museum and sample some local sweets.

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The show itself went swimmingly, and the crowd had a grand time singing along with some of their best tunes. The only hitch was Geoff having to tough it out with a minor case of food poisoning.

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The next day was the party with their hosts. They gave the tiny birthday girl a private preview backstage. (Scroll to the third slide.)

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Carrot shenanigans will continue indefinitely.

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The trip happened to coincide with Eli's birthday as well, so their hotel surprised him with a tasty treat for the occasion.

Some of the food might not have agreed with Geoff, but Earl clearly enjoyed himself more and found a new favorite dish.

After just a few days on the other side of the world, it was time to head home.

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And for our next trick…

While the rest of VoicePlay recuperated from their globetrotting, Layne and Tony announced upcoming auditions for PattyCake's second scripted series, The Princess Academy.

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Once they were well rested, VoicePlay hit the road again to kick off the main stage performances at the Woodstock Fair in Conncecticut. They were in a double header with Lee Rocker from the Stray Cats.

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post show silliness // travel advice

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As the rest of the guys spent some more time at home, J.None headed over to Dallas to visit with friends. He even happened across a bonus pal from high school.

When he got back to Orlando, J was greeted in a brotherly fashion (by his fellow mischievous middle child Layne, of course).

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Just a few months after VoicePlay had hit 300K subscribers on YouTube, they celebrated gaining twice as many followers on Facebook.

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Here, there, and everywhere

Since they weren't returning to Disney World for the holiday season, the guys announced a much more reasonable tour schedule for the end of the year.

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As the month hurtled toward its end, Layne and Tony gathered a cadre of their favorite Disney antagonists to film the first episode of their new Villains Lair series.

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A couple days later, VoicePlay hopped up to Little Rock for the ACANSA Arts Festival at the University of Arkansas.

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Over the ensuing weekend, J.None made another trip up to Virginia. In addition to visiting family, he also fit in a video shoot with his longtime friend Najee for their song "Dues".

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Everybody scream!

VoicePlay closed out the summer by preparing for their favorite time of year with an elaborate music video shoot. After two long days of props, prosthetics, silliness, snacks, and hard work, the boys had the makings of a fantastic visual tale to accompany their wonderful singing.

[carmenized-onions]

I CAN’T WAIT FOR MORE INTERACTIONS WITH THE CREW. going back to my roots the first ever ask i sent you (i believe) mentioned how much i love the crew interactions, they make the slow burn feel not slow at all actually because i could just read about chippy and the crew interacting forever. so i can’t wait!! especially for chippy and richie!! (and their berf clothing line they’re dropping)

HE COULD MAKE IT SO MUCH FKN BETTER!!! the food, chippy’s heart, everything. he is just powerful that way. like i forgot to mention that but he absolutely could make any food better than anyone. i love how he appreciated the gesture of them taking him to breakfast but also he wanted to make them breakfast aaand also he would do a better job it’s just facts (and he’s also jealous that someone else is cooking for her like that’s his love language wdym) like just amazing all around and such a clever way of showing his character because it’s v accurate and a lot of feelings put into one seemingly small thing which is like that’s what carmy is!! many feelings in a small thing (i’m short too so i love a short king btw no roast here!!)

Yes!! I am so happy when readers (and u specifically) mention loving the dynamics outside of Carmen. It makes it a lot more like, alive. Tony feels a lot more like they could be an actual character, when they interact with everyone, and I love it!!

CHIP RICH 'N BERF LAW OFFICES, WE DO THE TIME SO YOU DO NO TIME

I don't know where that bit came from man, I'm on my lunch break it's been a TENSE day in da office mf. Let me live.

HE COULD MAKE IT SO MUCH BETTER!!!!

AND yes it's very sweet of Chip but how fucking dare she THAT'S HIS WHOLE THING! IT'S HIS WHOLE THING! TO MAKE FOOD! Need I point to the sign of Delivery Fees and REMIND CHIP HE WANTED HER TO SLEEP OVER SPECIFICALLY TO MAKE HER BREAKFAST. HE WAS GENUINELY BEING FR HE WANTED TO MAKE BREAKFAST. ITS. HIS. THING.

I am also a shorty and short kings and also me can get toasted. BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY THANK YOU, ah, to be called clever and able to inject stuff into small things, the best of compliments~~ You are always a lovely reassurance that those miniscule character choices ARE noticed, it's like when me n my DnD party do our debrief after a session and scream over character choices. It delights me.

[the-prsc]

Day 8 

Previously on PRSC... 

We are now over a week into the competition: two deaths have occurred so far, and we had the arrival of a surprise guest: Ian!

As for our regularly scheduled groups, Genesis appears to have made a major backslide in their progress following the death of Phil. It is unsure when or if they will recover.

The Conglomerate is still going strong, although running into some minor issues. 

The Court has seen its first departure!

Death Count: 2

One More Red Nightmare at The Court!

We pick up where we left off yesterday at The Court: our self-appointed “Crimson King” has awoken to discover David’s escape. He called for a long meeting at his “court”, the strange structure built at the north end of his camp. We are unsure of what went on at this meeting, but it appears to have lasted several hours. However, everyone exited yesterday’s meeting alive, so it couldn’t have been that bad. Today, it appears that “His Royal Highness”, Fripp, has sent out his “Foreign Intelligence” and “Defense” scouts once more, this time to figure out where exactly David went. “Defense”, or put more accurately, Fripp’s Merciless Mercenary, Muir, probably has other plans for David if their paths meet. He has brought his sheet metal with him on his journey. Meanwhile, Fripp is trying to make up for the loss of one of his slaves workers , which does not look very successful. Does David’s escape spell the end of The Court? From Genesis to Revelations?

Conditions have not improved much at the Genesis camp, as they are now reduced to an equal number of useful and useless members. While they all have been heavily affected by the loss of Phil, they have been reacting in completely different ways. Tony seems to have entirely abandoned his Mona Lisa recreation, and has not left the shelter he claimed to himself for some time. Peter, on the other hand, seems to be suffering from a full-blown mental breakdown. He has been walking around the forest and muttering to himself, in full Slipperman costume. We are unsure why he picked that particular one. Meanwhile, Mike and Steve have thrown themselves into work to try and make up for their missing member (that is not a Lamb pun, we assure you!), however, it is rather disorganized: instead of dividing up the work like the other groups, they have been doing the same thing, leading to an overproduction of fish, but not enough shelter or firewood. News Spreads to The Conglomerate

As the day draws to an end, The Conglomerate is visited by Broof once again, this time informing them of Phil’s unfortunate demise. He hasn’t disclosed his role in it, of course. But that is not the reason for Broof’s visit: he has come to question them. He isn’t letting on it’s about David’s escape from The Court, but the others are able to put together that something is going wrong. Unable to find proof that The Conglomerate is harboring him, Broof moves on. As for the rest of the day, things have still been going rather smoothly, falling into a sort of routine: they each go off to do their roles in the morning, and return late in the afternoon, where they meet around the campfire, talk, and discuss the next day. These campfire sessions have included various forms of entertainment, bringing a homely feel to The Conglomerate. Most notable is the formation of  “Two Dumb Blonds” a comedy duo comprising of Rick and Alex. We will have the transcript of one of their “shows” posted shortly! And a Song from the Wood… Perhaps the most exciting news to come out of yesterdays’ events was the addition of a new competitor to the PRSC! We have uncovered that Ian has been in the woods since the very beginning, and perhaps before, by complete coincidence! He has established his own base on the west side of the river, where he ran into David defecting from The Court. After a short confrontation, he has decided to take David into his camp, and join the game. David, however, isn’t doing quite so well. He hasn’t left Ian’s bungalow today, perhaps all-too-aware of his search. Thankfully for David, Fripp seems to be unaware that a new competitor has entered The Arena, so he will be safe… for now. Will this be the self-sufficient camp that wins the Prog Rock Survival Competition? Stay tuned to find out! That’s all for today, so we’ll see you tomorrow for... 

The Prog Rock Survival Competition!

[scottxlogan]

Emma Frost/Tony Stark Master List

One Shots/Short Stories

I Should Have Known Better  (Scott/Emma, Tony/Emma, Rating T) On Emma’s wedding day to Tony Stark, Scott decides to stop the wedding and tell Emma his true feelings for her.

Captive (Tony/Emma, Rating T) Emma’s plans for a night with her husband at home are thwarted when a face from her past abducts her and temporarily strips her of her powers. Torn apart by his wife’s absence, Tony works to find Emma, but when she returns what does the future hold for them together?

The Arrangement  (Tony/Emma, Rating T)  After Emma and Tony have come together in a 'fake marriage' to team up against the enemy, Emma finds herself having a change of heart where her new husband is concerned. As much as Emma wants to keep hating him, Tony just makes it so hard to feel that way so much so that Emma learns that the man she'd vowed to forever hate is becoming the one person she can't live without.

Falling Into You (Tony/Emma, Rated M)  When Howard Stark takes his son to the Hellfire Club, Tony soon discovers the girl of his dreams knowing that his life with never be the same. When Tony and Emma share a winter moment with one another it appears that the wheels are in motion to have them linked together in ways neither had been prepared for.

Art: A Night for Us  (Tony/Emma, Rating T) Tony Stark and Emma Frost have spent so much time working to save the world that they've decided to take a little time and focus on their relationship between them after the end of the world has come and gone. Alone and spending the night together in the city, the two find their way to a romantic evening together with the promise of something more ahead of them.

Birthday Wishes  (Tony/Emma, Rated M) Struggling with his feelings for his wife, Tony tries to bury himself in his work until Emma arrives and reminds him to take some time to celebrate his birthday. Together they reveal secrets of their painful past and discover something much deeper along the way.

Art:  Hellfire Queen and King: Emma Frost and Tony Stark  (Tony/Emma, Rating T)  Emma Frost and Tony Stark are an unstoppable duo with so much potential in the Marvel universe. Even if their marriage began out of necessity there's something very strong and powerful between them that just radiates when they are on the page/screen together :)

Working Our Way Back to Love  (Tony/Emma, Rated M)  Miserable without Emma in his life, Tony makes the decision to head out to Chicago to make an appeal to return to the romance that was lost between them.