#maiden of devestation

[regicidal-defenestration]

No-one else is doing it like Doctor Who and the Pirates

Sixth Doctor, spoken: One can almost say that I am the very model of a Gallifreyan buccaneer.

(jaunty music begins)

Evelyn, spoken: Oh no, you are going to sing!

Sixth Doctor, spoken: Well, yes I am!

Sixth Doctor, singing:

I... am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

I've information on all things a Gallifreyan holds most dear.

I've linked into the Matrix through its exitonic circuitry,

I understand dimensional and relative chronometry.

I'm very well acquainted too with matters of the Capitol,

I'll give you verse and chapter on Panopticonian protocol,

I've been into the Death Zone and I've played the Game of Rassilon--

(Rassilon? Assilon, Bassilon-- ah ha!)

With pestilential monsters that I got a lot of hassle from!

Chorus: With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle from! With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle from! With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle hassle from!

Sixth Doctor:

I understand each language and I speak every vernacular.

I'll conjugate each verb obscure, decline each line irregular.

In short in every matter that a Gallifreyan holds most dear,

I am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Chorus: In short in every matter that a Gallifreyan holds most dear, he is the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Sixth Doctor:

I've tackled shady Castellans with devious behavior.

I've sparred with Time Lord chancellors like Thalia, Goth, or Flavia.

In fact on some occasions I've held office Presidentally,

'though maybe I won't mention I was ousted out eventually.

I know just how it feels to be a wanted man and on the run,

but wouldn't leave the carefree buccaneering life for anyone.

Though sometimes my adventures seem absurdly operatical--

(Operatical? Hatical... patical-- ah ha!)

With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical.

Chorus: With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical! With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical! With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratic-ratical!

Sixth Doctor:

I've sailed the seven seas of Earth and all the oceans of the Moon,

my trusty true Type-40 is my Gallifreyan picaroon.

But is this really what the average Galifreyan holds most dear?

I wonder what they think about this Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Chorus: But is this really what the average Galifreyan holds most dear? We wonder what they think about this Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Sixth Doctor:

But....

I've defeated evil robots such as Daleks, Quarks, and Cybermen.

I've overthrown dictators from Tobias Vaughn to Mavic Chen.

I've rescued helpless maidens from the devestating Viking hordes.

Vanquished Autons.... Axons... Daemons... Krotons.... Monoids, Vampires, Voords.

I've liberated planets and delivered them from total war.

Saved Earth, Manussa, Dulkis, Skonnos, Earth, Tigella, Earth once more.

In short I know I am the truest Rassilonian legate

(Legate? Decate...Hecate...Hecate? Mm. Not sure if that's canonical... Ah ha, I have it!)

And so to Time Lords all I say remember me to Gallifrey!

Chorus: A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Gallifrey! A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Gallifrey! A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Galli-Gallifrey!

Sixth Doctor:

I'm not content to just observe, I am a bold adventurer.

Though other Time Lords mock this Gallifreyan interventioner.

I know in every matter that a Time Lord really should hold dear

I am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer!

Chorus: We know in every matter that a Time Lord really should hold dear, he is the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer!

[literallyjustforlurking]

Daughters of Ancient Greece (I met you by the garden)

We all know that Zoe was alive during the time of Heracles and since there is no definitive answer of when Heracles and Odysseus's stories happened in reference to eachother I decided that they happened at the same time and as such Penelope and Zoe met after Zoe was betrayed by Heracles and ousted from the garden of the Hesperides for helping him steal a golden apple.

At this point Penelope was unmarried and still lived in Sparta and when a spartan princess sees a demititaness/nature spirit who looks ready to start biting people they welcome them with open arms (lol). But Penelope helps Zoe get back on her feet and helps her deal with the betrayal and no longer being welcome by her family, all the while Zoe is acting as one of handmaidens to keep her parents and sisters from intervening.

(Helen and Clytemnestra both remember this handmaiden who showed up out of nowhere and kept scaring off all of Penelope's suitors but they never bothered to ask until they meet Zoe and it's like *insert suprised pikachu face*)

One day Artemis's hunt is in the region and both Zoe and Penelope get an invitation, while accepts, and is very excited to do use, Penelope thinks on it an declines, Zoe is devestated but promises to come visit and Artemis says it is an open inviation for as long as Penelope remains a maiden and even if she does not she will still be under Artemis's protection.

(It's another headcannon of mine that Zoe was one of the fist members of the hunt and that's why Artemis is so attached to her, so P!Percy is really suprised at how big and organized the hunt has gotten because she's used to it being really small just a few girls and less than a century old!)

And the moment Zoe leaves Odysseus appears and falls head over heals for Penelope and then romances her and Zoe shows back up like a year later only to find out Penelope married the lying, cheating, tricky king of Ithaca who Athena's training to die. Zoe is pissed. Zoe takes the rest of the hunt and storms but to Penelope's place and is like "What the fuck were you thinking? You could have done so much better? That one looks like a drowned rat and all men do is lie! And he's famous for lying!"

Odysseus fears for his life as a goddess and her lieutenant shit talk him to his wife's face while his wife invites them in for dinner. Zoe has also met Telemachus and is like "if there will ever be a not bad man it will be the one you raise old friend"

After they see each again, (Probably around the begining of book three right after Annabeth falls off the cliff), Zoe trys to convince P!Percy to join the hunt because while Zoe knows Penelope loved Odysseus she was still alone for 20 years and stuck with the suitors that whole time and you know Zoe came and visited sometimes and saw what was going on and was pissed at Odysseus and kept being like "Penelope, Penelope, just leave him, fuck your husband, we'll even let you bring the boy"

Penelope doesn't leave but Zoe still greatly dislikes Odysseus.

And that means since Telemachus never met any of his mothers sisters (Odysseus has a sister Ctimene so technically Telemachus does have an aunt) Zoe was practically his aunt and Artemis and Athena have beef because while Telemachus trained with Athena more he knew Artemis for longer (and maybe Artemis taught him how to shoot since him father was away)

This post really got away from me so I hope you like i! :)

(What are you talking about homoerotic undertones? Where are you getting that from? Nooooo)

[storycraftcafe]

hello

well Im also coming off a period of inactivity and probably the worst chest cold I've ever had in my life and I'd love to be a part of th community but I'm shy as all feck anyWAY Queer af and neurodivergent too, most of my characters default to queer and right now my biggest original project is a take on the young woman meets vampire after devestating loss and its a love story for the ages or at last that year, this may or may not be my take on twilight dot look at me like that i just wanted see what'd be like

I'm pretty proud of the world building I have so far, I have the plot down, the vampiric lore has been fun to pick apart, both the leading lady and the vampiric love interest have issues with running water, and his 'coven' consists of a former shield maiden, a french drag queen, a pair of lovebirds that like sharing everything and oh yeah, the former master who is very much still around.

I also like writing about writing and once the brain fog clears I intend to ramble about structures that aren't the heroes journey.

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!

[artist-ellen]

Yunjin

(Aka I was up until nearly 2am one day because that’s how focusing on something ridiculous works sometimes)

It is well known that Yunjin is an Opera star, and in her performance cutscene a real Chinese Opera singer sings her part, which is super cool. Some of her fighting abilities are also inspired by costumes from the Beijing Opera so... of course.... I couldn't help myself. I almost went for the flag-costume design but when comparing the amount of detail and busy-ness of my options... I went with this one. It was already a tall order. However it is not an "accurate" costume to any particular play. It is a combination of real Opera costumes and Yunjin's game design. For example the cut of the shoulder piece, her spear, the overall color palette and the mid-skirt are directly inspired by her in-game design. It took a lot of work but good golly am I proud of it.

I am the artist!!! Don’t repost without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram.com/ellenartistic

[schneereggen]

Wait... Shinya pushing Guren to the ground?! Now I'm even more devestated that the scene did not make it into the manga adaptation! 😩

The Hiragi Prince saves the Ichinose Maiden 2.0 😄

"You don't really want to do that, do you?" A voice was coming from the side. It was Shinya. He grabbed Guren with both arms and pulled him away from Seishiro. The two rolled across the ground before coming to rest.

"What are you doing, Guren?" asked Shinya, pushing him to the ground. "Do you seriously think you can kill a Hiragi and not be executed for it?"

"I knew you were here all along," Guren said, smiling at Shinya.

"And you took into account that I would stop you?"

"That's the deal! Now if you could just play the Hiragi card and smooth out this situation, please?"

"Seriously? You're totally taking advantage of me!"

"I think we're friends?!"

"Funny how you only ever think of that in situations like this!"

Shinya stood up.

"Shinya," Seishiro shouted. "He's a traitor! Kill him!"

Shinya looked at Seishiro, bored.

"Listen," he said. "I didn't catch all of it, but this looks like a childish fight to me. What do you think father will say when he hears that you didn't even manage to win against Guren with the help of your people?"

Seishiro was left breathless. "Don't you tell me what father would do, you're just adopted!"

"I may be adopted, but I know exactly how the Hiragis work. They made sure I know when they raised me. Nobody talks about what happened here. That is the most important thing. And one more thing, Seishiro..."

"What else?"

"Taking revenge on an Ichinose is totally pathetic! Even more so for a real Hiragi like you. Something like that should really be beneath you. As for Guren, he's not the one to be trifled with when he goes berserk. I'll try to calm him down. I suggest you just leave now, Seishiro."

Speechless, Seishiro stared at him for a moment. His gaze didn't reveal much, but was there a spark of fear? Not much, but enough.

"Hey, you guys! Let's get out of here," Seishiro ordered, and together they retreated.

For a moment, Shinya watched them go. Then he turned back to Guren.

"Not a good day, huh?"

"You say it."

"You want to talk about it?"

"Later, after we get back to my place and I've showered." He hadn't even been able to wash off the blood properly that had been on his face since noon. He had merely wiped himself briefly with a damp cloth.

Shinya reached out his hand to him.

"Here, take it!"

Guren took it and pulled himself up.

Shinya is really badass when he wants to! 😍

[abrahamlincolnscat]

Ok so this is just my personal fan theory I cam up with, not saying I'm the only one who's thought of it, but I'm not basing it off another person's theory.

So basically the way I see it, the show is setting up team rwby to become the four maidens (assuming the show is able to continue). The power gets transfered to whoever is in your last thoughts. Raven as the spring maiden? Of COURSE she would think of Yang as she died. Winter as thr winter maiden? I'd be remiss if she didn't think of Weiss.

I have a few other points of evidence for this. One: team rwby is low-key season coded. Weiss is winter, yang is spring, Blake is fall, and ruby is summer. This would pair well with the four maidens. Two: This also ties into my theory that Summer Rose isn't actually dead and is just the summer maiden in hiding, but that's its own thing (I'm just saying her name is LITERALLY Summer that's kinda heavy handed).

Of course this isn't perfect. Like I said it's dependent on another theory I have, and it implies that Blake will at some point kill Cinder which isn't entirely unlikely, but like, you'd kinda think it'd be Ruby. It's also dependent on the idea that Summer, Winter, and Raven will all die on screen which is DEVESTATING and if my theory ends up being correct I'm gonna be SO mad.

But! The whole point of this rant is that while I agree, from a characterization standpoint it would make more sense for Penny to give the power to Ruby (barring that Penny may or may not have thought she was dead at that point), it makes more sense from a theoretical overarching plot standpoint for Winter to be the winter maiden (but also lowkey just highlights even more poor writing surrounding Penny's death at the end of volume 8 🙃).

Anyway, that's MY brainrot I've been carrying around since like volume 7

I honestly think it would've made more sense if Ruby because the Winter Maiden instead of Winter

[aashi-heartfilia]

Star Dress Mini Series#02

Hello guys, I'm Aashi and welcome back to my Mini Series of Star Dress!!

Here, I'll be reviewing a specific star dress daily and discuss it's overall capacity and future potential. I'll also give a few suggestions on how to make it better.

Make sure to stick till the end and without any further ado let's get started.

The Star Dress for today is Taurus.

Firstly, can we appreciate how cute Lucy looks in those little buns? Also, the fact that this SD negates one of Lucy's major weakness, i.e. Physical Strength.

Even though almost all of her SD provide her with some kind of protection, this particular one blessed her with a lot of raw power, much to her joy.

This SD is mostly combat oriented and provides Lucy with a much stronger whip which can be used to destroy the ground and everything around it.

Her enhanced strength also allows her to use moves like Lucy Gutt Punch and Lucy Kick which are the upgraded version of her normal Kicks and Punches.

Some people complain that it's pretty revealing but then it's Fairytail we're talking about. Personally, I don't have a problem with it and think that it suits her spirit and personality pretty well.

So the overall ratings are as follows:

Attack: 8/10

Defence: 7/10

Versatility: 10/10

Appearance:7/10

Explanation for Ratings

She can use her brute strength to attack her opponents but lacks an elemental aspect, like how Leo form has light based attacks or Aries has wool based attacks.

For defence I'm considering the ability to create traps for opponents or shielding yourself.

Sadly, Taurus form dosen't have that but a good offence is also a good defence so yeah, 7 points.

Versatility? Punches and kicks for Close Range Combat and her devestating whip for long range.

Appearance can be better.

The only nitpick I'll give here is about her top which leaves her pretty vulnerable, a little corset or Armor/metal piece can do her better.

Future Potential

Taurus form is arguably one of Lucy's most complete SD but let's not forget that it still has some potential to grow stronger.

As much as I like Lucy using her whip to cause earthquakes, I want her to get a better weapon. For example, in Cancer form Lucy gets twin Blades which are even better then the spirit who wields just a pairs of scissors.

How about a big axe just like Taurus?

And it's name can be Celestial Blade.

A very special heavy axe cum blade from Celestial World✨ (just like Thanos had in Avengers Endgame)

Another move Lucy can gain is probably using some Earth Magic. I mean, Taurus is an earth sign and it's never blatantly stated but Lucy should be able to use some earth magic too.

However, if this SD merges with some other SD like Scorpio or Leo (which I know are already a part of her SDM) it can arguably be more devestating then her Lion Maiden or Aqua Stream. But that's a topic for some other day.

Rest, I think this SD was OP from the very beginning. It didn't undergo any major changes or new moves during 100YQ so not much to explain either.

With that I conclude my mini blog for today.

~Thanks for stopping by~

Cheers! Aashi

(9 June 2021)

Look forward to my next blog cause who knows which SD will be next? Follow for more Fairytail content.

[dumbbitch89]

once they reunite yang is gonna realize that this means they failed, and she is going to be devestated. none of them know penny is dead except weiss and jaune. weiss is gonna find out from jaune that her sister is the winter maiden now. the rest of the others think they lost rwbyj. they lost the frontmen of the show.

[cordytriestowrite]

At His Side

Loki x Reader

One Shot

Asgard isn't a place, it's a people. And it's a people who had been through so much in such an insignificant amount of time. Two members of the royal family are dead and another has abandoned his duties, but at least there was one person still here for Asgard.

Just not the person everyone thinks.

"The statue of Prince Loki is almost completed, My King."

You trailed slightly behind King Odin, the night young and the palace buzzing with life. Things were different now, not normal but not as chaotic as they had been. There were no invasions, no property damage, and no family drama bringing about the former two issues.

And Odin, who for your whole life had been this indomitable force against his enemies, had worn armor in any public setting, had probably never smiled, is all of a sudden a loose robe wearing, play directing, joke making leader. 

And it was all because of Loki. Not Thor, who had abandoned his people for the lesser kingdom of Midgard. It was Loki who sacrificed himself to save his brother, who opened Odin's eye to just how much Loki deserved his love and respect and, one day, the throne. 

"Good, good." Odin called out to you in response, snatching a goblet from a tray held aloft by one of the many maidens that now occupied the palace as much as the furniture. 

"Loki, my son. So dearly missed. I only hope this statue brings about peace to the people. A reminder of his heroism and humble sacrifice."

Odin's words echoed throughout the hall for everyone to hear and hear they did. You noticed how people hung on the king's every word, how they smiled at the sight of him, laughed when he laughed. It was your job to notice, to watch. It was a new job, an unexpected one, but a lot of things were unexpected as of late. 

The only light now came from the sconces casting a warm glow over you and King Odin as you entered the royal family's private wing. Out of sight Odin slowed down a beat until you were walking side by side.

"Be sure they get my jaw right. Those sketches really did not do me justice."

You felt fingers entwine with yours causing you to glance over in time to catch one last glimpse of the Odin disguise before you were staring into the eyes of Loki.

"Oh, did it not look humble enough for you, dear?"

Loki tugged on your hand in response to your jest, causing you to knock into his side. He was quick to untangle your fingers and wrap his arm around you, pressing a smiling kiss to your temple as you continued walking.

"I'm as humble as you are funny, love."

The doors to Odin's bed chambers opened without so much as a blink from Loki and closed after the two of you had stepped through. You turned fully into him, wrapping your arms around each other earnestly. Loki's nose nuzzled against your hair as he inhaled deeply.

"I miss you."

It was an odd thing to say, you spent more time with Loki than ever since he donned the Odin illusion and made you his right hand, but you didn't see him; his beautiful face and quick wit, that smile that made your heart flutter up into your throat every single time he graced you with one. You hadn't been able to see Loki as you knew him since before you thought you had truly lost him.

"I miss you too."

His lips against the crown of your head were firm, but as they made their way down to your lips they became soft and gentle. 

This was the time just for you. The time before bed when you could smile and touch and talk and kiss and not worry about putting on a show for anyone. This was the time Loki could be alive and you could be together, it was the time you looked forward to from the moment you woke up every morning.

Unhooking the clasp on Loki's tunic you allowed it to fall open on its own, displaying pale skin marred with small scars you'd only see if you looked hard enough. You didn't look, but you felt them under your fingers as your hands traveled up to his shoulders and down his arms, his tunic falling to the ground, the pile of clothes growing as you devested him of his trousers and you of your dress. 

A shaded candle near the bedside was the only light offered to you once snuggled beneath the blankets. It was enough to see that refined jaw of his, the smile that gave you a flutter in your throat, and more often than not that small tension of worry between his brows that came from something you could never rid him of.

"You're a great king, Loki."

He glanced up from where his gaze had settled while those thoughts of doubt creeped in, eyes trained to his fingers tracing nonsense patterns across your bare shoulder.

"Odin, is the great king. Loki is dead. The sun will never shine on him again."

You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb rub against the dampening skin. You knew you couldn't say or do anything to prove Loki wrong. You couldn't take away the cards life had dealt him and reshuffle the deck. You had no power, no influence. You had nothing but your love and you would give Loki every last bit if it. 

Loki kissed your palm, moving his head out of your hand and turning onto his back. You moved with him in a graceful dance as partners you had performed a hundred times until your head was tucked under his chin, hand above his beating heart and one leg bent over his slender hips. Loki let out a final heavy breath and you could practically feel the tension leave his face as sleep overcame him.

You spent the new few minutes awake, enjoying the thumping of Loki's heart under your hand and his soft breath rustling your hair. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing, thoughts forever unspoken echoing in your head one last time.

I wish things were different for him.

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[kattegat-kittycat]

Fates Entwined - IV: Common Ground

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

After your former clan was brutally murdered, you agree to an arranged marriage with Ivar to keep your social status. You may not always see eye to eye and sometimes even find yourself on different sides of one war or the other, but somehow you can never escape each other no matter how much you try to forget, deny and run. Somehow you always end up in each other’s faces. Sometimes quite literally.

A/N: There are a couple of reasons why Ivar chooses the nickname “Sif”: first of all, it fits the compliment he is trying to give you in that scene as Sif is described in the prose Edda as the lovliest woman of all. Secondly, Sif is also called a prophetess and Ivar slowly starts to realise that you gained some inside into the designs of the Gods when the two of you got married. And thirdly, there is a dispute if Sif was faithful to Thor or if she had some wild adventures with Loki and maybe even Odin. And let’s be honest, in Vikings, nobody would be too surprised if a female character was being unfaithful with her husband’s brother (hey, that actually happened in the series) or his father (oh, wait, that happened as well :D ), and Ivar really doesn’t trust anyone (but who can blame the guy for that growing up in the environment he did).

Also, thanks to a @youbloodymadgenius for pointing out the reading-mistake in the part before, that happens when you leave in things to correct them later and then don’t proofread :D Some anachronisms are bound to happen, but that one was not supposed to turn up.

‘Nuff said. Here’s some cheesy everyday life. It’s probably going to be the last cutesy chapter for a while.

Open up to me And soon our worlds become one Spread your wings to me In time we end up high

Entwine - Caught By Desire

I came to like Ivar; he was difficult at times and open and honest at others. Sometimes he got irritated easily, sometimes he was the picture of patience. But we talked a lot and got to know each other a litte better over the week following our wedding. Ivar was busy trying to convince Björn to take him with him to the Mediterranean, stubbornly asking every single day, but always receiving the same answer. Björn didn’t want Ivar to be killed and he would not be able to take care of Ivar during a raid. Needless to say, it frustrated Ivar to no end.

I sat on our bed, mending one of Ivar’s tunics, when he crawled into the room. I could see his frustration, anger, and exhaustion in the set of his shoulders and jaw and I inwardly gave a sigh. When he had reached the bed, he looked up at me, before he dragged himself onto its edge.

“I cannot believe him. I cannot understand why my own brother will not take me with him. It is my right, my duty as a son of Ragnar Lothbrok to go carry his name into the world. It’s selfish of Björn not to take me.”

He did not look at me, but I knew he wanted me to support his argument and agree with him, but…

“I disagree.”

His head whipped around almost instantly, but his words came slowly. “What did you just say?”

“I said, I do not agree. I do not think Björn is selfish. I know, you are a good fighter, but you will always be put on the spot. You cannot outrun a trap, you cannot keep up with with a charging army. You would be the oak leaf on Björn’s Ironside.”

“The oak leaf?” he asked.

“Do you not know the story of Siegfried, who slayed a dragon and bathed in its blood, which made his skin impenetrable? The leaf of an oak had fallen on his back and stayed there during the bath, leaving one small spot untouched by the dragon’s blood. It was here that he could still be harmed.”

“You mean to say I am weak? I am a weakness?” I could feel the anger radiating off of him. He clenched his fists so hard, I was sure his nails were digging deep into his skin, so I took his hand and made him open his palms.

“No, I do not say that you are weak. I mean to say that he would have to take care of you, make sure nothing unforseen happens to you. And he cannot take that responsibility in battle.”

“He doesn’t need to!” Ivar’s blue eyes flashed violently, then like the sky before a vicious storm they started to darken. “Even if I should die, I would go to Valhalla, so I am happy to leave.”

“Maybe you could live with that, but others don’t.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, angry and confused by my words.

“Your mother would be devestated should you die.”

“She knows she has to let me go. We have talked about this often. She knows.”

I put the tunic aside and looked at my hands. I felt my cheeks redden a little.

“I don’t want you to die. Not yet, anyway. I like you and I would very much like to get to know you better before you get to ride into Valhalla.” My voice was quiet, thin, insecure, and I hated the sound of it, but I had Ivar’s full attention now. He touched my chin and turned my face so I looked at him. In between the anger and the frustration, there was a small smile pulling at his lips.

“You like me? Your moody, irritable husband? The one you never meant to marry?”

He seemed amused and taken aback by that confession.

I nodded. “You forgot stubborn.” I added and he laughed.

“But why?” Ivar then asked, openly vulnerable. “I am a cripple. I am… as you said, stubborn. I am not always nice. And I do things you do not approve of. I want things you don’t understand.”

“That does not mean that I cannot like you. We are different, yes, but this is as much an opportunity for each of us to grow, as it is a challenge. You are irritable and headstrong, but you are honest and never tell me lies to spare my feelings. You have moments when you take care of me, small things you do without even noticing. The way you look at me now, like I matter and you can’t believe you matter to me.”

Now it was Ivar’s turn to blush, and he looked away for a moment.

“You might be the first person who has known me for a while, who doesn’t want to kill me.” He chuckled lightly. But then he turned serious. “You actually care about me so much that you want me to stay here with you?”

I smiled and gave a nod. “I want to get to know you better. I want to spend time with you. Did you not know that?”

He shook his head. “I was not aware of that. I thought I had only been a convenient solution to your problems.” His face was still in wonder, when he suddenly clapped his hands together. “So it is decided. I will not go with Björn to the Medeterranean.”

I looked at him delighted but surprised. “Really?”

“Really.” He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. Then his glance fell at the tunic in my lap.

“Is that my favourite tunic? What are you doing with it?”

“I’m mending it. You tore it last time you used it. Why is that such a surprise to you?”

“I guess I still need to understand that you actually like me. It’s…kind of a new concept to me.”

I smiled at my handsome husband. “Did you know that you have the most stunning eyes I have ever seen? You are beautiful, Ivar, you really are.” I said suddenly. Once I had started blurting out the truth, I couldn’t stop.

Now he grinned. “You think?”

I grinned back and nodded. Ivar moved a little closer and looked into my eyes. Then he stroked my cheek and gave me a chaste kiss, his weight resting on the other hand. I got a little caught up in his kiss and accidentally knocked his hand aside, causing him to crush into me, taking me down onto the bed with him. Both of us laughed and he rested comfortably over me. He looked at me for a moment then he brushed some stray strands of hair out of my face and kissed me again. This time still soft, but with some fervour to it. He sighed, when our lips parted and his gaze found my eyes fairly quickly.

“Have I told you, that you are beautiful, my Sif?”

I smiled at the nickname. Sif, Thor’s wife and the loveliest of all women. Then I gently shook my head no.

“Well, you are. You really are.”

*

We fell into a comfortable companionship over the next few weeks. I did chores to make everyday life a little easier on him, he was at his best behaviour whenever he was around me and sometimes brought me small gifts. Once, he even found me some blueberries because he had noticed that I liked them a lot. But still, I started feeling restless. I had been brought up a shield maiden, not a house wife and princess. I performed nothing but simple chores and did not get to train my combat skills at all. Day by day, I started getting more and more irritable and moody, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on the problem, as I was as happy as I could be in the life I was leading now. At least, I thought I was.

It had been a simple mistake. The servant girl had accidentally spilled some water on me during dinner, as she had been startled by Hvitserk pinching her buttocks. My reaction was far from appropriate; I had jumped up and slapped her across the face before I even realised what I was doing. Everybody around the table had gone quiet and all eyes were on me, so I blushed heavily and apologised for my behaviour. Funnily enough, I heard someone chuckle on the other side of the table.

“And what do you think is so funny, Sigurd?” I asked in a voice demanding an answer. He seemed surprised at first then he just shrugged.

“Nothing, Y/N. It’s nothing.”

I slowly started walking towards him and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Ivar shifting in his chair with anticipation. Normally, I didn’t mind Sigurd, but today, I was furious. I slammed my hand on the table beside his plate, after he had turned back to his meal, clearly unconcerned about my anger. Well, he did paid attention now.

“I will not ask you again, what did you think was so funny about that?”

He looked up at me and shook his head, still a smirk on his lips. Oh, how I would have loved to punch that grin straight off his face.

“I only said to Ubbe that you and Ivar are a match made by the Gods of War. You both have a temper that is hard to contain.” Sigurd explained.

I still stared at him. “And that made you laugh? Why?”

It was Ubbe who answered this time: “Well, I never thought I’d ever meet someone as moody and irritable as Ivar. Turns out, I was wrong. That made Sigurd laugh.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “So, my temper amuses you?” I asked, still angry.

Ubbe shrugged. “Well, that and the thought of Ivar getting a taste of his own medicine.”

“Normally, I am not prone to violent outbursts like this…” I said. How did the brothers get the impression, I was ill-tempered?

Hvitserk’s eyebrows almost shot up into his hairline at that. “Oh, but you are.” He chuckled. “At first, I thought you were only trying to impress our brother, but sometimes you even win against him in arguments. It is hilarious to see him beaten at his own game, to be quite honest.”

“I do not…”

Aslaug gave a tiny cough and then quietly added: “Well, you two are pretty opinionated and loud when it comes to voicing those opinions.”

Now Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were laughing.

“You and Ivar are shouting at each other all the time. The first couple of times, we thought we had to send in people to prevent you from going at each other’s throats.” Björn added to the conversation.

I looked at Ivar, who shook his head. “No, my dear brothers, no. We are not shouting at each other, we are simply discussing matters and war strategies and…”

Hvitserk rolled his eyes. “Last night, you were arguing about the shoes you left beneath the bed but were sure Y/N had forgotten outside. Last week, there was too much salt in your food. The day before, you had forgotten to get the yarn Y/N needed. I could go on for ages.” He was clearly trying to surpress his laughter.

“And let us not forget the time you carried Ivar over the threshold on your wedding night.” Björn snickered.

“Do you not even realise you are fighting most of the time?” Sigurd asked, astonished.

“We do not fight.” I said frowning deeply.

“We argue. But we get a little passionate at that.” Ivar added.

“We know why Ivar is frustrated, but where does your aggression come from, Y/N?” Hvitserk asked.

“Is it being married to the biggest jerk among Ragnar’s sons?” Ubbe grinned.

“Could have had us all, but had to marry little Ivar.” Hvitserk chuckled.

“Shut your mouths, you idiots, you have no idea who I am and what I had to do!” I realised that there were tears in my eyes.

“Well then, who are you?” Sigurd asked simply.

I looked at him angrily, but then I heard Ivar’s voice, softer than usual:

“What is it that makes you angry? What are you missing?” I could see his own insecurity in his face. We both knew, we hadn’t had sex until now. He was afraid that he couldn’t give me what I needed. He could not, but sex was not the problem.

I walked over to him and sat down at his side. “I…I miss my old life sometimes.” I told him quietly.

All eyes were on me, as I went on: “I miss training as a shield maiden. I miss fighting. I miss my family. I want my revenge. Some day.”

Ivar looked at me for a long time. Then he gave a nonchalant flick of his wrist.

“Then go train. Fight. But you cannot leave without my permission. If I stay here in Kattegat for you, you stay here for me.”

I gave a nod. That was a big concession he made, allowing me to train with the other shield maidens and warriors.  But still, I had lost a little more hope that I might one day exact my revenge.

A few hours later, we sat in our bed, not yet sleeping, when I realised, Ivar was looking at me intently, studying my facial expression.

“I never realised you were unhappy here in Kattegat.” He finally said solemnly.

My head turned quickly to him. “What?”

“I wasn’t aware you were unhappy.”

I shrugged and leaned into him. It came easily to me these days. “Neither did I. I thought I was quite happy. But sometimes life surprises you.”

He put his arms around me and smiled down at me. “You are usually happy here?”

I smiled. “It beats being alone somewhere without a place to call home. Yes, I miss my old life and I hate the people who destroyed it, but I am as happy as I can imagine here.”

“What exactly happened?” he then asked softly. I still hadn’t told him. “You promised you’d tell me one day.”

I swallowed against the lump in my throat and stared straight ahead at the wall. I was afraid, I’d burst into tears if I looked at Ivar.

“You…you know that my father was an Earl at the coast of Jutland and he married my mother, who had been a famous shield maiden and friend to Aslaug. Together, they built a loyal community and a nice little fortune. Their earldom grew and thrived through the years, the lands brought good crops, the sea provided enough fish, and everybody was living well. I was treated like a princess by our people and our lives were joyful.  I was growing up and I found a warrior my father approved of and we were supposed to get married after the summer.

However, my uncle had not been that lucky. His lands had fallen barren and he blamed my father for his misfortune. My father took him in, but behind closed doors, my uncle became jealous and started to build an army to overthrow my father and his supporters. After Midsommar, they killed my father and his most loyal supporters in their sleep. Everybody else they gave a choice: follow them and live or renounce them and die. Within a couple of hours, my life was torn apart, my family dead, my former betrothed had chosen my uncles side. Of course, I would never follow somebody who had killed my family, but for some reason he let me live.”

Ivar shook his head. “So, your uncle killed all your people?”

I had fought my tears until now, but now my feelings broke their way through the façade. I gave a nod and sniffed, brushing the tears away. “Yes, everybody who would not bow to him. From my parents to my helpless little brother.”

Ivar’s brows furrowed. “Then why did he spare you?”

I shrugged. “It’s not like he told me. I just know he had the chance, but instead he held me captive.”

I looked at Ivar, who had this annoying, all-knowing smirk on his face. “I have a theory; he intended to marry you to make his claim to the throne legitimate.”

My eyes widened, I hadn’t thought of this. But of course, Ivar’s tactically thinking head had seen right through it.

“But how did you get to Kattegat? Did he let you go or did you flee?”

I shrugged. “I ran away in the night. They didn’t guard me too heavily.”

“What does ‘not heavily’ mean?” Ivar chuckled.

“I had to kill three guards. But after that it was quite easy to find a horse and some food.” I shrugged.

Now Ivar burst into laughter. “My wife, my gorgeous, deadly wife just walked out of imprisonment by killing three guards. And you probably didn’t even break a sweat, did you?”

“They were sleeping on the job. It was easy, they never saw me coming.”

“Remind me to never leave any weapons out when you’re angry, Sif.” He laughed.

I turned serious almost immediately. “I could never kill you, Ivar.” I knew about our bond. Our lives were entangled by now and I wasn’t sure if one would survive the other’s death. I also knew what it felt like to be betrayed by someone you loved.

Ivar looked at me, his interest spiked. “You know more about the future than you want to share with me, don’t you?”

I shrugged again. “I know very little of the way things will turn out.” I evaded his question.

But Ivar wasn’t fooled easily. “But you have seen things. You know things.”

“I know about things that might be, or not. I saw short scenes, but I am not a seer. I don’t know if they will come to pass. I saw them when we got married.”

“Have you seen the future before?” he asked, now seriously curious.

I shook my head. “No, never. I have never had visions or dreams. I have always been most ordinary.”

“Until now.”

I gave a nod. There was only one thing that had changed. I shook my head in confusion.

“I am not quite sure what it is with your family, but the Gods have plans for you.”

Ivar gave me a contemplating look. “Yes. I know. The question is; which role are you going to play in this ever changing game?” his voice had a slight edge to it that told me to be careful now.

I drew in a sharp breath. “What do you mean?”

He shook his head and tutted at me with a sad smile. “Don’t act as if you don’t know. You know as well as I do that by now, someone will have told you. Or you have thought of it by yourself. I am… I am not a real man. I will never father a child. I will never be able to satisfy your…cravings or fulfill all of your needs.” he spat out.

I met his gaze head-on. “I do know. But who says, I have ‘cravings’?”

“Don’t you all?” he asked back. “All of you…women?”

I shrugged. “Not just like that. We’re not animals.”

“So, you wouldn’t just…say, run off and shag my brother?”

I looked at Ivar evenly. No need to act shocked or annoyed. “No. Why would I? I am your wife. And I can keep my urges in check. Also… your brothers are jerks.”

Ivar smiled a little at that. Then he became serious again. “We need to find a way to keep people from waiting for an heir too soon. But I will need an heir someday.”

“Is there no way…?” I asked, trailing off, but looking at him questioningly.

Ivar just snorted. “I wish there was. I will probably have to ask you to go to bed with another man at some point.”

I swallowed hard. “If it has to be done…”

He looked at me with something like admiration. But there was an underlying slyness to it, I didn’t like. “You would do that for me?” he asked.

I sensed a trap. “Only if you ever asked. Only for you and by your bidding.”

Ivar chuckled. “My clever, selfless princess. I have really come to like you, you keep me on my toes.”

I grinned. “Likewise. Never a dull day with you.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“As well you should, Ivar. I could never be with a man who doesn’t challenge me intellectually. I do not care about these other needs as much as I care about intellectual companionship.”

Ivar took my hand in between his and looked down onto them. With a small smile, he looked up at me. Shook his head and chuckled. Then he drew closer and kissed me, burrying me beneath him. He sighed into my mouth and and hugged me tight. “How do you always know what to say?” he asked breathlessly. Maybe he didn’t get aroused by it as other men did, but he still enjoyed the closeness and the familiarity it created. He softly carressed my cheek as he drew his body to fully cover mine. And then I could suddenly feel him against my thigh. Half-limp, but not all soft. I immediately looked up at Ivar with astonishment. He noticed and realised what I was excited about, then turned red and nervous and suddenly it was all over. I made a mental note that there was still some hope. Ivar, on the other hand, was upset. He rolled off of me and turned his back to me in shame. His body curled in on itself and he stayed silent. I just lay there beside him and didn’t quite know how to save the situation, which was when I decided to take one of the largest steps into this deep, dark ocean that was our marriage.

I slid closer toward him, hands shaking, and started to scratch his neck. He liked that, I had noticed as much. He was tense at first then started to relax a little. And in the end, I just hugged him from behind and pressed his back to my chest, burrying my face in the space between his shoulder blades. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he’d push me away, but in the end, I could feel him exhale deeply and take my hand in his.

“Y/N”, he whispered, “I am sorry.”

I shook my head and shushed him. “Don’t be. Right now, the Gods have other plans for you. They need you to concentrate on what lies ahead. They cannot have you think about your children.”

I felt him shake slightly. “How do you know that?”

“I just do. There is something coming and I don’t know what. But I know it will bring challenges and changes.”

“But we…will we stay the same?”

Now I chuckled. “We hardly will, we haven’t even found out who we are and how we should treat each other.”

Ivar went silent. It was a thoughtful silence and in the end he emerged with a sentiment:

“I have grown fond of you. Maybe I even love you, my future queen. I don’t want you to ever leave my side.”

“Well”, I quipped, “I will have to leave for practice tomorrow morning. Torvi promised to take me with her.”

He turned his head, so I could see his smile. “You know what I was talking about.”

“I do, don’t I?” I grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Just promise me one thing, Ivar: Don’t go, where I can’t follow.”

[rwbyvein]

White Rose: La Dame

Weiss entered their room and paused. What appeared to be in the middle of the room was Ruby in Jaune's armour.

Weiss: *huffs*

Weiss: . . .

Weiss: *sighs*

Weiss: I honestly don't know where to start.

Ruby: *shakes*

Ruby: Maybe... ask me why I'm here.

Weiss: Fair enough. Why, O why, doest thouest kneel before such a fair maiden?

Ruby: Something about East... and the sun?..

Weiss: *long, drawn-out whine*

Weiss: Ruuuubyyyyy?

Ruby: Sir Rubes the Rosen.

Weiss: Der Rosenkavalier?

Ruby: That sounds about right. Let's go with that.

Weiss: Do you even know what the opera is about?

Ruby: Okay, no... not really... other than the roses...

Weiss: *highly audible sigh*

Weiss: Okay, Sir? Rubes the Rosen, why doest thoueth kneel before me?

Ruby: Because that is how you are supposed to... court... a lady... Am I using that right?

Weiss (mumbled): I couldn't possibly know.

Weiss: *clears her throat*

Weiss: So, good sir knight, you wish to take this maiden's dainty hand?

Weiss: *holds out her hand*

Ruby: *rumbles*

Ruby: *struggles*

Ruby: *groans*

Ruby: Okay, I never realized just how heavy Jaune's armour is. I might... need... some help... standing up... We still get to go out, don't we?

Weiss: *huffs*

Weiss: I do supposed... I did... ask you...

Weiss: *walks forward and helps Ruby up*

Weiss: What are we going to do with you.

Ruby: Well, I was hoping to a kiss at least... and then go from there.

Weiss: Perhaps after we devest you of your accoutrement.

Ruby: Okay, it's really sexy when you speak like that, but I still don't understand what you are saying.

Weiss: Let's get this armour off of you...

* * *

Ruby: *standing in a slip*

Weiss: *aghast*

Ruby: What?

Weiss: How scandalous?

Ruby: What?

Weiss: Standing in nothing but a slip.

Ruby: What else was I supposed to wear under the armour?

Weiss: *scoffs* *huffs*

Weiss: Padding, for one.

Ruby: Okay, I might just have maybe not thought this through...

Weiss: *kisses Ruby on the lips*

Weiss: Why on Remnant do I find your disfunction so adorable?

Weiss: *pulls Ruby in for a hug*

Weiss: *kisses Ruby on the forehead*

Weiss: So, what did we learn?

Ruby: Being silly let's me win your heart.

Weiss: *glares into Ruby's eyes from point blank range*

Weiss: *kisses Ruby on the lips*

Weiss: *presses her forehead against Ruby's*

Weiss (cutely): You vex me, so.

Ruby: *kisses Weiss on the lips*

Yang: *opens the door*

Yang: *sees Weiss's arms wrapped around Ruby in nothing but a slip as the two make-out*

Yang: *closes the door*

Yang: So, let's go to the library.

Blake: Sure. Just let me grab...

Yang: *grabs Blake's hand and pulls her away*

[the-atlesian-general]

Headcanon 006: Grimm Verse

To think of Grimm Verse, one must first come up with a scenario where James would become Grimm. The most likely canon-wise is in the upcoming battle of Atlas/Mantle VS Salem. James is someone who would be on the frontlines, the only reason he wouldn't is because maybe he would be back a bit helping with evacuation, protecting the relics, or dealing with the Amity project in hopes that it'll launch before Salem can destroy it. BUT EITHER WAY, it is during this battle that James would lose his life and be susceptible to Salem's powers to be Grimm'd.

Salem would target James for many reasons: his strength, his political power, the moral he corrals. He's a symbol in Atlas and Mantle even with his recent bad PR. If he dies, they will lose moral and it will attract Grimm.

Turning James into a Grimm? That would be a masterpiece. Sending him back into Atlas as if their symbol had returned only for him to be instructed to kill them all? It would be the greatest coupe that they would never expect and could never plan for, plus with their bleeding hearts it would be so hard for them to attack Grimm!James that he would do so much damage before they got their acts together.

It would be the greatest plan of all.

If it weren't for James.

Salem in turning him into a Grimm would turn off all the humane and moral parts of him that basically held him back. His morals that keep him from killing or hurting freely no matter who and no matter the amount or type of force. Deliberately changing things in him that would be lures back to his previous life. 

James' last thoughts as he died is that he didn't protect them all, he didn't save them all, he let Salem win. Salem's magic twisted his thoughts and feelings and with it, the reasonings on his last thoughts.

Previously, the way to save everyone, protect everyone, was to fight and win. It was to win against Salem and restore order after the battles and dealing with the Grimm.

Now, he has no wish to save and protect. Salem took that away from him. Leaving him with his desire of possession and he wanted it all. He looked around and he just saw things he desired and so he decided to take them, even from Salem.

He desired what he once called home, who he once called love, and what was previously out of his reach.

With the strategic mind that she so carefully didn't ruin or take away from him, he realized the only way to do that was to win against Salem. It was to kill her and then take control of Remnant bit by bit starting with Atlas and Mantle.

With his newfound powers he manages to find a way and does. With her death, he would establish dominance with the Grimm as the new leader and take her place as a new King, then go on to taking over Remnant.

He would start with Atlas. Walking to the front doors while dragging along Salem's body, greeted by Winter, Qrow, and Robyn - who are running Atlas and Mantle - backed by the Ace Ops and soon after Teams RWBY and JNPR and Oscar. Showing off Salem's dead body as a show of strength, resolve, power, intimidation.

They won't know what to do with him and he doesn't give them long to figure it out. He plays them, acting the part of the old him based off memories to give time for his Grimm army to reach Mantle and Atlas.

The one he tricked the most was Qrow, though at the same time Qrow was suspicious, and his suspicions were right, as soon as his army came knocking on Atlas' front door.

And he took Atlas and Mantle by storm. He didn't just use a small team of Grimm, he brought them all.

Then with the take over of Atlas and Mantle, he took over Remnant one city at a time. With his memories of being a major leader and part of Ozpin's team, he knew who to hit first that would be his biggest threat and then go down to the least.

Until all of Remnant would be in his palm.

**

Notes 

This was a random thought after coming across a Grimm!Clover and the horrible thought of how devestating a Grimm!James would be just for the simple facts of who he is. He is a symbol in his community, a master strategist, and an amazing fighter.

James is a man who has achieved so many goals and milemarkers in his life - many that we don't even know - to be able to get the positions of Headmaster, General, and Councilman. If you think about what an ordinary person would have to achieve to be able to get those positions it is mind boggling and at the same time it tells you just how much drive James has.

If you take that drive and remove all inhibitions and morals? I would truly be afraid. Especially considering all of the knowledge he has.

James is not only the General of an army, he is part of Ozpin's group. He knows about the Maidens and the relics, and a good bit about Salem and Grimm (immortality notwithstanding). He is a Headmaster and with the Vytal Festivals that change schools regularly, he has seen the ins and outs of the security of every other school if not in person, then at least in reports. This would also include security support from the cities that the schools are in.

If you factor all of that in, he is the most dangerous person to ever be turned into a Grimm. He knows too much and depending on how he's twisted… it would not turn out well for anyone.

As for Salem's immortality, considering not much of anything is known about it, I'm allowing her death to be a plot twist in this Verse. Think of it as, normal Aura and semblance powers can not kill her or hurt her to the point of death, but the powers of a Grimm can. Considering a Grimm would have no reason to hurt her, no one would know if a Grimm could kill her, especially a Grimm born of her own powers.

I will not be doing this Verse.

[january-echoes]

Rescue [Tony Stark x fem!Reader]

This is just my version of what could have happened in IM2, using my Iron Maiden OC. I hope you enjoy reading this! (100 followers and first request ever woot woot)

[ Feedback is appreciated ]

Summary: The request says it all.  @caramelsunrise 

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You woke up in a dark room, strapped to a seat. You couldn't distinctly remember how you ended up there, but your mind cleared once you saw him emerging from the shadows in front of you.

Ivan Vanko.

"Y/N Stark." He said in a grave tone, pacing up and down the room.

"Mr. Vanko, I wish we could have skipped this part where you kidnap me. I mean, you seem like such a great guy..." It's not like you weren't terrified, you just wanted to exasperate the villain, taking a liking to your father.

"Is everything a joke to you Starks?" He smirked, toying with the toothpick between his teeth.

"You're the one smiling like a maniac here, buddy." You retorted, realising the mockery in your tone. You ended your sentence looking down in embarassment.  

"Let's see how long it will take your father to get here." He said in his prominent Russian accent, exiting the room.

You waited for what seemed like ages. You couldn't figure out an escape plan, seeing as you were all alone with your hands tied around your back. You could faintly hear sounds of electrical welding and machines stomping outside the ominous warehouse you were held in.

Meanwhile, Tony had made a breakthrough, one that would end his palladium dependency. He never told you about his blood poisoning, not wanting to upset you. He placed the new element he had created in his arc reactor when he learned that Vanko had faked his death and joined forces with Justin Hammer. Tony was devestated when he couldn’t save you, his own daughter, from the hands of Ivan Vanko after he kidnapped you. 

After hours of brainstorming and a mental breakdown, you were ready to give up on yourself. That was until you heard something bust open the roof of the room next to yours.

"This couldn't be him." You thought.

What you hadn't been informed of was that Tony and Rhodes had tracked down the coordinates to Justin Hammer's headquarters. It was the perfect chance to rescue you since the Hammer Drones weren’t ready just yet.

"Hey Y/N," To your dismay, Tony opened the door and smiled at you, before being dragged towards Vanko once again with the aid of his electrical whips.

Vanko was far too powerful for Tony to overthrow, yet he seemed confident and focused on the plan he appeared to have, even when both him and Rhodes were being smashed against the floor.

"Initiate the Iron Maiden protocol, sir?" JARVIS asked. 

"Y-yes." He stammered as his body hit the floor once more. "Do it quick."

Soon, pieces of red and silver metal began to piece together onto you, ridding you of the rope around your torso. So this was the new suit Tony was building all this time. You oberved him through the thin sliver your open door privided.

"Y/N, do you copy?" He said as he fired repulsor rays at Vanko, Rhodes following suit. pun intended 

 "Is this suit for me?" You asked, caught in the moment. "Nevermind, just tell me what to do!"

"Your suit is a prototype, it has a built-in laser, but you can only use it once. Would you mind slicing him in half for me, sweetheart?"

"Okay okay, which button is it?" You frantically scrutinized the buttons on your forearm.

"The big one!" Rhodes screamed.

You walked out the room, successfully severing Vanko and his suit in half using the laser, Tony and Rhodes falling on the ground. He stood up to meet you.

"Vanko, you scoundrel." He touched his dead body with the end of his foot. 

"Goddamn." You sighed.

"Nice work, kid. If it wasn't for that laser we'd be toast right now," Tony revealed his face. "Are you okay?" He removed both of your suits and gave you a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

"I'm pretty far from okay but yeah," You smiled at him, resting your head against his chest. "Hey Rhodey." You waved at him, still lying on the ground. He gave you a wave back.

"So, was that suit built for me?"

"Yeah, I made a new element to replace the palladium in the reactor." He listed it off as if it was nothing. "And I named your suit Iron Maiden 'cause it sounded appropriate. Do you like it?"

"A new element?" You asked, shocked.

"Dad had thought of it all from the beginning. The city of the future," He added, knowing you were familiar with the term. "was just a diagram for it. Neat, right?" 

"Excellent." You chuckled. "Where's Pepper?"

"Arresting Justin Hammer." He said proudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Get up Rhodey, let's go home."

Note: I’ve written two oneshots in which I present the origin story of my OC, Iron Maiden in my Tony writings. They are not connected in any way, I’m just exploring!

[artist-ellen]

Shenhe

Playing around with Genshin Impact character fashion outside of Tevvat might be a terrible idea…but while we’re hyper fixating here we might as well… this “redesign” is based on a real cheongsam but includes some of Shenhe story details. Keeping the red cords, feather motifs and color palette was really important to making sure she was at least a little recognizable. It’s been a loooooong time since I’ve even attempted “anime styles” at this point, but it’s fun to mix things up very once in a while!

I am the artist! Do not repost without permission and credit. Find me over on instagram at ellen.artistic

[cameron-allen]

Symona Ryder

Maiden name: Symona Jones

Face claim: Kat Dennings

current age: 26

relationship status: Widowed at age 22.

Skills: Sneaking, pick pocketing, ‘theft’, escaping arrest and/or death, absolute confidence, (mostly) fearless.

Weakness: anything that touches the Incident or her husband,  children, children in danger, mistreated children

Flaws: She has no healthy coping skills whatsoever. She purposely puts herself in harms way just to see if she can escape. If she feels any kind of negative emotions, she goes searching for trouble. If she is pushed to feel emotions and unable to cause chaos, she spirals into a depressive state of isolation that will take days to recover, not able to attempt any type of self care whatsoever. She also eats very little due to simply being uninterested in food or life itself. She eats to survive, but not a taste more.

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Late Husband: Connor Ryder; murdered at age 25. He was an investigative journalist (this can be negotiated per thread).

Face claim: Dean Geyer

Symona the kind of girl you don’t want to be on the bad side of. She has a major chip on her shoulder ever since The Incident. She isn’t afraid to take the law into her own hands as she sees fit… or to completely disregard it. How she’s managed to stay out of jail or prison is a bit of a mystery to everyone with her near recklessness.

She has no interest in romance. The person who took her husband’s life took it with him. That doesn’t mean it is impossible, though. Unrequited love is welcomed in rp’s with her.

Before The Incident, she was a normal, average girl with high hopes and dreams, more or less innocent and pure in her love of life, family, and husband. She had a happy life and they were going to have a child after their 3rd anniversary and when they were a financially and emotionally stable couple. Children are and always have been her soft spot and she will defend them to her death, both then and now.

She met Connor at 17. He was 20 at the time. They did not marry until Symona was 21.

The shock of Connor’s violent death devestated her and caused her to isolate herself completely for two months straight. By the end of the second month, she went to the parlour and gave herself a completely new look, stripping herself of everything that made her who she used to be and she has a new attitude to match it.

Her hair is now shoulder length and black, completely straight with an edgy, asymmetrical cut (lower left hand corner of her Aesthetic board above). Her dress style is that of a fem!archer in steampunk- covered, though. In fact, she covers herself up more than she ever did in her life. She swapped glasses for intense blue perscription contacts and she began to wear make up regularly. Perfect, bold make up, not the typical everyday style most women choose to wear.

Verses

Default- modern realistic (this bio)

Royalty AU

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SLEEPOVER! Yuri on ice boys. Fart competition ?

*Fart Contests are the best!!!!! 😻😽 This takes place during the Yuri On Stage drama since they did end up sleeping over if I remember. This is when most of them got drunk and before Chihoko was mentioned.

“Victooorrrr! I love you!” Yuuri screamed, rushing forward to hug his fiancé.

Victor, who was just as wasted as his fiancé, smiled widely as he sloppily hugged the other back. “I love you more Лапочка!”

Yurio, who was sitting next to Otabek, rolled his eyes at the idiot couple. “Can you two drunkards be any more grosser?” He spat in disgust.

“It’s called love, Yura! TRUE LOVE FOREVER!” Georgi, who was also as drunk as hell, cheered before sobbing as he was reminded once again by his ex.

Yurio backed away from his fellow rinkmate before taking a quick surveillance of the room.

Victor, Yuuri, Georgi, Phichit, Seung Gil and Nishigori were all shit-faced drunk at the moment.

While all of the underaged skaters like himself, Otabek, Minami, Leo and Guang Hong were all sober and were now objected to watch the other drunkshits make complete fools of themselves.

As for Chris, Yurio wasn’t really sure if the Swiss skater was drunk or not since he acted the same either way.

“Let’s have a contest!” Yuuri yelled out, hanging onto Victor which made the both of them slip down to the floor.

“Yay! I second the notion!” Phichit cheered, holding up his half-empty bottle of beer.

“We have no mooooorrreeee to drink though….” Victor slurred, giggling as his fiancé smashed his face into his chest.

“We don’t need to do a drinking contest.” Chris pointed out, with a piece of headgear that he stolen from the armor of one of the knights in other room on his head. “What about having a more interesting type of contest?”

“Ooh…Like what?” Minami’s were sparkling at the mention of doing something fun. “A video game contest? Or who could jump the farthest? Or whoever could hold their breaths the longest? Orrrr…..whoever could burp or fart the loudest?-”

“FART!” Nishigori shouted out before getting weirdly cuddly with passed out Seung Gil on the floor beside him.

“Fart contest it is!” Chris decided.

Yuri made a disgusted face. “You’re not serious are you?”

Apparently Chris was serious and not only he but the rest of the idiot drunks were up for the contest too. Minami was excited to play and Leo and Guang Hong got pressured into joining as well.

As for Yurio, he initially refused before he got rattle up by Victor and Georgi that in the end, he changed his mind and decided to join as well- making sure to drag Otabek along with him to share in this hell.

“Loudest fart wins!” Yuuri announced, swaying a bit in his place. “Start!” And with that, the Japanese man let out a good sounding fart afterwards.

Brrrraaaaaaappppp!

“Oh, for the love of-” Yurio began before Victor cheered, clapping for his fiancé.

“Nice one Yuuurrrrii! I’m next!” And with that, the Russian gave out an equally loud fart that almost matched his love’s one.

Brrrrraaaaaaaaaappppp!

“HAHAHAHA! You guys are awesome but I can totally beat that!” Nishigori boomed out in laughter before booming out a fart of his own.

BRRRRRRRTTTTTT!

“Ooh! Me next! Me next!” Minami raised his hand excitedly before pushing out his own fart- this one was more intense in smell then in volume.

Pffffffffftttttt…..

“Ughhhh….it stinks!” Guang Hong gagged as Leo pinched his nose.

“You guys join in too!” Minami urged them, pouting that his own fart was considerably softer than the others.

Both of them blushing, the two young skaters ended up pushing out farts at the same time- both of them audible, but nothing more than ordinary.

Prrrrrtttttt!…..

Prrrrrtttttt!…..

“Okay, we give up.” Leo automatically said as the Chinese skater was hiding his face in embarrassment. One fart from the both of them was more than enough.

Bbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttttttt!

“Ooh! My went on the longest!” Phichit giggled, drunkingly taking pics of everyone with his phone (though some of the photos ended up blurry since the Thai skater couldn’t keep still for long). “Seung Gil! You fart too!” He told the Korean skater who was currently passed out on the floor.

But apparently the drunken Korean had heard him as there was loud, gun-like fart that exited his bottom.

PRRRRT!

“And Seung Gil’s made his contribution!” Nishigori cheered, taking a shot of sake afterwards.

“I, Georgi Popvich shall go next and blow you all away with my prowess!” Georgi announced before bending over and letting out a fart of his own.

Brrrrrpppp!

Yurio snorted. “Hmph. That wasn’t anything special.” He pointed out, making the devestated Russian to cry and moan about his ex-girlfriend once again (what did Anya have to do with this kind of thing?!)

“Who’s next?” Yuuri asked, swaying from side to side as his fiancé had his arms around his squishy middle, blowing raspberries all over him.

Yurio made a disgusted sound at the couple’s gross behavior as Chris announced, “Little Yurio shall be next!”

The blonde swerved his head at Chris, giving the Swiss skater his ‘I’ll beat the **** out of you’ face. “Like fuck, I will!” He changed his mind from earlier- there was no way he would make an idiot of himself like these dumbasses.

Chris smirked at him, “Oh, or would you like your dear boyfriend to go first before you, my dear innocent maiden?” He teased.

The Russian blonde’s nostrils flared in complete fury. “What the fuck did you call me you-”

PRRRRRRRRRT!

Yurio gasped, stopping whatever he was about to say as he looked at his friend with disbelief. “Did you just fart, Otabek?!” He demanded, shocked.

Otabek shrugged, not looking a bit embarrassed as he gave the blonde a small smile. “I think you should just let one out and just be done with it, Yura. I’m sure they would stop bothering you if you did.’ He pointed out to the other.

"Unless you aren’t able to…?” Chris teased, with the rest of the drunkards behind him cackling and yelling how 'weak’ Yurio was.

Yurio couldn’t take any more of their shit any longer as he finally gave in. “What the fuck- FINE!” And with that, the blonde gave a loud grunt and pushed whatever gas he had in him, outside.

Poot!

The blonde blushed widely as everyone bursted out in laughter at the sorry excuse of a fart (aside from Otabek, who merely patted his shoulder in comfort).

“FUCK YOU BASTARDS! GO TO HELL AND DIE!!!” Yurio screamed, flipping them all off before grabbing Otabek and dragging them both out of there- with Leo, Guang Huang and a complaining Minami following right behind.

“Chris! You haven’t gone yet too, you know~” Victor pointed out, giggling as Yuuri nuzzled into the top of his hair.

Chris winked as he lifted his leg until his foot was at the same height as his head, touching the wall. “Well, here I go!”  And with that, the Swiss skater blasted out a bomb explosion of a fart into the room.

BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

The room erupted in gasps (plus a loud “Amazing!” from Victor) at the loud fart.

Soon after, all the drunk men fell over themselves in laughter, each one letting out a few farts in the process- which made them laugh even harder at the hilarious sounds coming from each of their butts.

Chris grinned at the cheerful and gassy room as he blew everyone a kiss from both his lips and his ass.

“Shall I say….we are all the winners tonight! Now, let’s party!”