#martha i will avenge you

[makenna-made-this]

Feel like shit just want them back

[moonshynecybin]

Taking the ama very seriously, so ... top 3 doctor who companions and top 3 reincarnations bc I need to know this

i’m doing this as a set do NOT separate frequently bought together. okay with the understanding i love them allll so so much:

1. tenrose. invented love to teenage me. most likely era to appear actually physically on my blog. ninerose also up there they are a beautiful lesbian couple and inseparable from tenrose imo.

2. eleven and the ponds were the team i started watching at so i do love them :D not much to say i don’t rewatch it a bunch but they give me so many nice nostalgic feelings… amy pond the woman that you areeee. lowkey the funniest outside of donna but she DOES clear them in that regard. unfortunate moffat stuff present here but. whatever honestly it’s so fun !! there are vampires and romans and pirates i like it.

2. twelveclara bc they are SO fucked up. just rewatched their seasons ans like. the actual episode plots are meh but their relationship is so genuinely insane. she like. CHEATEDDD on the soldier boyfriend of hers. FULL emotional affair that everyone is well aware is happening it’s so crazy. voted companion most likely to dogwalk the doctor in some weird sex power thing they BOTH deny is happening. also kind of lesbians to me. twelve is so swaggy he deserved better dumb one off episodes tbh

[adventures-in-mangaland]

I'm going with 10 All Time Classics from the Captain America (MCU) fandom. I mean, they're all classics to me, at least. In no particular order:

1. This, You Protect by owlet

First installment in the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series, which are all amazing. It's a “Bucky escaping Hydra and rebuilding his sense of self” fic, which he does while spying on Steve. With eventual Avengers Family and a lovely cast of OCs bonding with Bucky in the meantime. It has a very distinctive perspective and writing style; Bucky's in constant internal (and sometimes accidentally external) dialogue with himself, making it hilarious and tragic all at the same time. I love it. I've recently been getting into The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells and this Bucky has a similar sassy-but-vulnerable vibe? Read this if you like that, anyway.

2. The One Who Knows by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

This is a Political Animals AU, in that no-powers Steve is inserted into the Political Animals world and Bucky is TJ. Discusses being outed and depression but is ultimately hopeful. The author is one of my all time faves and has written lots of great stories for this and many other fandoms.

3. Blue Scales by chaya

Steve is a merman AU. He's still Captain America, though. It's crack with heart, I love it.

Best line: "May your scales and your love story be our weird secret forever.”

4. Our Lingering Frost by eyres

AU where Bucky is rescued from Hydra in the 50s (?) and so is around for Steve to be found.

5. Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun

It's a classic to *me*, OK? Bucky goes undercover at Jurassic World just as that movie's plot kicks off. They're Hydra dinosaurs! It's just great. Also has a podfic and crossovers with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

6. Not Easily Conquered (series) by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears

Some of the greatest fanfiction I've ever read, the whole series is epic. Anyway, it's a "Steve doesn't go into the ice" AU with added queer angst when (never sent) love letters from Bucky resurface. I particularly like the second installment in the series The Thirteen Letters, which are just Bucky's letters and are insanely well-written.

7. to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

Time travel AU! Featuring post-CATWS Bucky accidentally switching places with CATFA era Bucky.

8. If Wishing Made It So by Leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Genie!Bucky AU! This author is great at writing AUs with fantasy/genre elements, it was hard to choose. They've also written an excellent werewolf!Steve AU and a horse!Steve AU that I really love.

9. Into That Good Night by Nonymos

An Interstellar AU! Very angsty and tragic but with an eventual happy ending.

10. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

Speranza must be one of the best writers in the fandom, so it was hard to pick just one of their fics. Other strong contenders were All the Angels and the Saints and The Fifties, so check those out too! But this one has a special place in my heart. Steve, Tony and Natasha accidentally time travel to WW2 London, leading to an accidental run-in with CATFA-era Bucky. The author does tragic and romantic time travel tropes so well, but with a happy ending.

I now realise that most of these are AUs, so here’s a bonus rec for a non-AU in-universe story that’s severely underrated and deserves more love:

+1

Heart, Have No Pity on this House of Bone by Sena

This story follows Bucky in-action in the Pacific Theatre. It’s very well written and, from what I can tell, well researched. Steve only appears in Bucky’s imagination and the story focuses on the horrors of war rather than romance, but it’s gripping! And it explores unrequited love, being closeted and period-typical homophobia, which I also enjoyed. I’m still holding out hope for a sequel.

[hetakiba]

Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better!

THANK YOU @marley-manson

Last song listened to?

Hm it was radio and I definitely heard something else after but last song I remember was Nobody by Avenged Sevenfold

Currently reading

Murderbot number 3 (Martha Wells)!! And The Damnation Game by Clive Barker

Currently watching

Lots! Started Schitts Creek with my brother and watching it’s always sunny for the first time on my own B) (like the books, I’m also reading/watching many other things but these are the ones I’m actually working on the most lol)

Currently obsessed with

Movie wise I just watched the passenger (2023) and it’s super stuck in my head. Fandom interaction wise I suppose Dead by Daylight! Playing A LOT of it lol 

Thanks again :3

TAGGING: @xfrostinax @sleepydane @wi1dlights @inklingg @geislieb @sasshisu @pabloernesto Feel free to do or not! :*

[agerefandom]

Caregiver!Loki and Regressor!Reader

Somewhere between headcanons and a fanfiction, written in 2022 

Content warnings: reader regresses to baby age and uses bottles: suggestion of abuse or a bad home situation that reader is escaping: reader does not give consent for Loki to help them at first, but he does anyways: anxiety attack

part of Stark Tower is set aside as subsidized housing under the Martha Charity Foundation, and you’ve been chosen to live there 

some people would be excited to live in the same building as the Avengers, but they’re twenty floors away and never pass through, so it’s a novelty that quickly wears off 

the apartment is nice, and safe, and yours, but it’s also a bit lonely 

you usually regress in the bedroom, curled up with a bottle, a stuffie, and your laptop 

one evening you’re tiny and you run out of milk! 

you reluctantly waddle to the kitchen to get more, and are very surprised to see a black cat in your living room, which freezes when it sees you 

the cat doesn’t come closer, but it lets you approach: it seems almost offended when you offer your hand to sniff, but leans into your hands when you pet its head and ears 

you spend the rest of the evening with the cat, happily babbling and learning which parts the cat doesn’t want you to touch (paws and belly are off-limits but everything else seems okay) 

eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up the cat is gone... 

-(continued under ‘keep reading’) 

the cat returns a few days later, showing up without warning in your kitchen

it mostly visits when you’re regressing, but sometimes comes to sit on the couch while you’re watching TV 

it’s a very strange cat: aside from its mysterious comings-and-goings, it never purrs, although it seems to enjoy the pets

it also refuses to sit on your lap or eat any of the treats you bought for it, simply sitting or lying beside you and biting your hand if you stop petting it 

you simply call your new friend kitty, unsure if the cat belongs to another inhabitant 

one day, you catch it jumping and hooking the door handle to let itself out of your apartment, which assuages your secret fear that the cat was a hallucination 

-

it all comes to a head when a person from your past comes knocking on your door when you’re regressing with kitty 

you don’t know how they found you, but you curl up and wait for them to leave, but they start yelling through the door and you can’t block them out 

suddenly, your cat runs into the hallway and you hear a stranger with an accent firmly telling the person to leave now before things escalate 

it seems to work, because the banging and yelling stops, but you’re still lost and confused and where is your cat? 

you crawl into the hallway and stop, shocked: there’s a man standing in your apartment, a familiar man, you saw him on the news, isn’t he the one who was fighting the Avengers last year? 

he turns and sees you and his eyes widen: a second later, there’s a familiar cat in his place, with bright green eyes and they’re the same eyes- 

a moment later, the man is back, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a rueful smile

“that was a bit too late, wasn’t it? I don’t suppose I could convince you not to tell the Avengers?” 

-

and that’s how you learn that Loki has been sneaking out of his prison cell in Stark Tower to wander the city in feline form, and that means that your cat is actually a god and you are too tired to process this 

“there are worse enemies than the Avengers,” Loki says, when you ask why he doesn’t just escape properly

when you’ve calmed down a bit, Loki asks if he can keep visiting you, especially when you’re regressed 

the reminder that a stranger has been there for something so embarrassing has you panicking again, but Loki assures you that it’s charming, and not unusual in Asgard 

finally you give in, and Loki becomes your caregiver 

he’s still more comfortable with physical affection in his feline form, but he’ll stretch back to human to refill your bottles and fetch snacks 

sometimes he even becomes a panther, curling around you and forming a warm nest of fur for you to sleep in 

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Where the Bats Come to Hide

Part 4

Alfred Pennyworth has been many things in his life a spy, a killer, a butler he never did expect to be a father. He loved Thomas and Martha more than he could ever explain to their son and even as he watched the love he carried die in an alley he knew he had to pick up the little boy that he watched be born and continue no matter how much he wanted to lie down in the blood soaked alley and bask in the love they shared he kept going.

Master Bruce spent many a night crawling into his bed he left the blanket open and held the child as he sobbed angry at the world for the parents he was robbed of even when his boy was old and had children of his own on nights where he stitched up Bullets wounds and cleaned up tears he still would awake to his son sleeping peacefully under the blanket to hide from the world for a little longer.

Master Richard came angry and vengeful much like his son all those years ago. Vengeance seemed to come to the Wayne boys easier than sadness yet his blanket became drenched with the tears of a young acrobat more than once who would one day welcome flying and would share his gifts but for now was terrified of falling. He was so proud to see his first Grandson fly because he was ready to catch him, and when his grandson came to him about hands that harmed his and refused a no he brought out of tools he had put away and took care of it. Holding the same boy while he cried yet again but this time catching him.

Master Jason while he refuses to favor has always had a special place in his heart. Angry and afraid yet so good. The first night while he watched his newest grandchild afraid of what might come in the night showed him the weapons he keeps. Told him that if anyone in this house tries to harm him he may use it and if he can't he will. No harm will come to you from the men under this roof he will not allow it. He slept curled around Alfred that night and many others. He will never forget the pain and the joy he felt when his Jason came back so angry that he wasn't avenged. He went to his Grandchild offered his weapons offered his love and told him Master Jason I told you the first night no harm shall come and I failed you allow me to rectify that. The joker did not die with a smile he died terrified much like his grandson did. He can always expect his boy under his blanket when he can still hear the laughter of that horrible clown.

Master Timothy the boy who brought his child back who saved his son. He never did expect this Grandchild but he wouldn't change it for the world. Tim finds him when the nights are too long and the shadows to still. When his intelligence destroys the peace he craves. He gaurds the boy who so long ago wouldn't have come to him scared of rejection and pours what love he can into the boy who never got enough.

Master Damian he newest grandchild the only one who carries the blood of the Wayne's but one of the many who carries the heart. Another boy dripping in pain another one who finds comfort in the weapons that he carried drenched in the blood that he claimed. One who would find comfort in his blanket that he offers as best as he can. Teaching the pride and the love that he never though he could have because another had destroyed it.

All of his boys come when the lights have shut off and the only solace they can find is in the arms of the man who stitches wounds the same way he stitches clothes who's hands are covered in scars but offer the gentlest of touches who carries guns without thought. Yet knows their favorite food just as easy.

The father of the Bat

The Grandfather of Robin

[laiqualaurelote]

First Lines

Tagged by @nostalgicatsea (forever ago but I'm only getting to my tags now). Thank you!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

speak easy, swing hard

When the shots rang out in the Arc, the band didn’t stop playing. It was twelve minutes into the new year at a Stark speakeasy and the joint was jumping, the floor crammed with gin baby socialites essaying the Charleston, mobsters clustered around tables, petty thieves circling and dipping into the pockets of the unwary; when the bullets started flying the crowd screamed and sought to scatter but the bandleader barely blinked, just led his crew full tilt into another chorus of ‘I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate’ while the singer, a svelte Sokovian songbird in a shimmering scarlet number, sidestepped a bullet that buried itself in a piano leg and kept right on crooning, All the boys in the neighbourhood know she can shimmy and it’s understood, while all hell broke loose on the dance floor.

well-versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice

“You must know, Mr Crowley, that this is to be my last job,” said Jane.

all the men and women merely players

In with the wind blows the news that the Players are coming to town. 

constant as a northern star (constantly in the dark) 

Sachiko Crimm meets Ted Lasso for the first time in a Lidl.

The Lady With The Recorder Asks The Questions

“You took out the line about the threesomes, didn’t you?” 

ain't practical, a world you can't touch

Just a whole lot of aiming, he’d told Cornelia once. But it’s Martha Myers who misses.

maybe everything that dies someday comes back

“He don’t look like much,” said the client. “You sure he’s the chap we’re after?”

a song that will keep sky open in my mind

We knew Eli was back because of the baby. We could hear it crying clean across the wheat fields. 

can't start a fire without a spark 

It was a whole thing when Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham blew town together and ran off to start a rock band.

A Gentleman's Guide To Love And Piracy

Day seven of my return to the high seas, wrote Stede in his journal. Since Lucius was no longer around to take dictation, the journal existed only in his head. Morale is low, I will not lie.

Patterns - I'm a big fan of in media res (it worked for Homer and it works for me) and so I like to start in the middle of things. I'm also trained to write hooks for people with short attention spans, so my first lines tend to be crunchy. The one exception is the first on the list, which is from speak easy, swing hard, the 1920s Prohibition-era Avengers AU I wrote for @nostalgicatsea as part of @marveltrumpshate. I wanted it to evoke the wild, chaotic tempo of a hot jazz number (something like the intro to this) so most of it is a pile-up of a long run-on sentence, and the writing continues in this fashion until Tony shows up to calm things down, whereupon the paragraphs go back to being a brief couple of lines each. I learnt this trick from seeing how translators handle action sequences in wuxia novels.

Tagging: @leupagus, @themardia, @auntieclimactic, @nagia-pronounced-neijia, @eisoj5, @swallowtailed, @justplainsalty, @bropunzeling, @st-clements-steps, @sagiow and anyone else who'd like to do this!

[muddyorbsblr]

14 days of valentines collection teaser 2

I just realized that we're less than 10 days away from February, which means that 14 Days of Valentine's is inching closer and closer! With that in mind, for this teaser, I'm going to give y'all a lil summary of what to expect from each of my entries for this project.

Story summaries under the cut

not a fever – James Conrad x Reader

You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are.

hypotheticals & distractions – Magnus Martinsson x Reader

You and Magnus are tasked with the unfortunate duty of manning the phones through a Friday night and he decides you should play some games to pass the time.

all the right answers – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Tom decides to help you through reviewing for a certification exam by incentivizing each correct answer, making the decision to "ruin the friendship" in the process.

midnight cravings – Loki x Reader

Deciding to take advantage of the fully stocked pantry within the Avengers Compound, you go down there only to realize that Loki has the same idea, and he decides he'd much rather enjoy his little snack with you. And on you.

paris – Jonathan Pine x Reader

After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself.

eyes on me, darling – Loki x Reader

You knew that sending Loki raunchy pictures as you tried on lingerie was going to have consequences. You just didn't think that they would be coming your way so quickly.

forgive me, father – Will Ransome x Reader

After being plagued with depraved fantasies of Aldwinter's vicar for months on end, you go to confession in a desperate attempt to alleviate yourself of these sinful thoughts. You didn't expect that the man on the other side of the confessional would be none other than Will Ransome himself.

thirty seconds – Loki x Reader

To celebrate a mission gone right, Loki invites you to his hotel room to have a drink with him, and he proposes you two play a little game beforehand.

keep me safe – James Conrad x Reader

You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad.

duty of care – Jonathan Pine x Reader

After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds.

maintain our cover – Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader

To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities with an attendee or two. You didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him.

i have never – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

When you reveal to your co-stars that you've never had a positive experience kissing anyone, let alone a good experience doing more than kissing, Tom visits you in your hotel room to rectify that situation.

measurements – Will Ransome x Reader

After Cora's birthday party, your brother Luke, along with Martha, made a few offhanded jokes about Reverend Ransome being "small", you quickly put them both in their place by explaining what you do back in London: using a man's posture, gait, and overall stature to determine certain "measurements" for your clients.

relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies – Loki x Reader

The morning after you had Astrid removed from the palace, you had some rather concerning thoughts about Loki. And after he comforts you through the task of sorting through the traitor's belongings, you have some vivid dreams of him later that night.

[khruschevshoe]

Stolen Earth/Journey's End v. A Good Man Goes To War

aka: The Importance of Character in Avngers-Assemble-Style Plots

There's something to be said about the reason why Stolen Earth/Journey's End works for me in a way that A Good Man Goes to War doesn't (despite them both being big, Avengers-assemble-style, finale-esque pieces of bombast) and it's very simple: we have spent Seasons getting to know the characters in Journey's End, with each one of them hitting the climax or the end of their character arc, all the way from the three main companions (Rose, Martha, and Donna) to even Mickey and Jackie and Jack and Sarah Jane and Harriet Jones, while we literally have no emotional connection to ANY of the characters in a Good Man Goes to War other than the Doctor, Amy, Rory, and I guess maybe River but she does nothing but exposition/plot twist dump at the end. Sure, there's the cameo of Captain Henry and his son from Curse of the Black Spot and it's fun to see them for a hot second, sure, but all the other characters we have never met before. The Doctor has the big exposition discussion/Colonel Runaway speech/discussion of anger/big Melody-as-a-trap reveal with Madame Vastra&Dorium, characters we've never met before.

As for the characters we know, Amy gets very little emotional fallout from the body horror situation of realizing you're pregnant and have been kidnapped other than a tiny little exchange with the Doctor regarding the nature of the Flesh (she does get to be horrified by Melody's disappearance, but that ends by the end of the episode). Rory gets a little something regarding protecting Amy but he gets very little emotional development/reaction in this episode other than crying when he meets Melody. Most of his time in the episode is spent randomly being badass/threatening the Doctor with a sword when the Doctor asks for permission to hug Amy (which 1) is incredibly sexist and very much not in keeping with Rory's character so far and 2) doesn't even make sense because the Doctor LITERALLY HUGS AMY earlier in the episode). The Doctor gets plenty of emotional reactions/realizations/regret this episode, but the structure of the episode/conceit of the Avengers-assemble-style story leads to a lot of flash without a lot of substance to back it up, unlike Stolen Earth/Journey's End which only works as well as it does with all of the plot/world-building shit/fan-service/plot twists it throws at you because it is almost all in service of character development. Ends to Martha's Doctorification arc, the Ten/Rose plot line, Donna's tragic ending, Mickey&Jackie's friendship, HARRIET JONES ARC MY BELOVED, even Jack getting to reunite with Rose. Even the more fan-servicy bits like bringing in the characters from Torchwood and the Sarah Jane Adventures works because those characters are well-established with seasons of character development behind them, even if mainline-only watchers of Doctor Who aren't aware of it.

Stolen Earth/Journey's End is all about the character of the characters and A Good Man Goes to War is about cameos/introducing characters/exploring the agency of well-established characters and I think that's why one of them works far better than the other.

[brodinsons]

"Instead of highlighting the character's Jewish origins, 'Man of Steel' features a Randian Christ-figure who commits genocide against his entire race, then causes multiple mass casualty events."

I apologize in advance for the incoming rant but I am sick and tired of sitting quietly for this relentless bullshit and at some point, enough is enough. I'm not naming the individual I'm quoting because I'm not interested in starting fights. This is my space and I'm venting a collective decade of frustration and anger.

Noun. Randian (plural Randians) A follower of Ayn Rand.

God damn, y'all just can't help yourselves, can you? You just slurp up every bit of nonsense from all those puffed up "YouTube Essayists" with god complexes from 2015 and take it as fucking fact.

Not to mention, y'all cannot seem to let a random baseless accusation from a disgraced sexual predator go. That's him! He's the one who started it! The very one to fling the first scrap of "Zack Snyder is a Randian Objectivist who hates Superman and is poisoning the DCEU!" bait out into the twittersphere for the rest of the ravenous bloggers to jump on. I refuse to take anyone's treatise on the modern superhero myth seriously if this is the depth they'll stoop to in the middle of their piece.

Snyder made one single offhand comment about maybe adapting 'The Fountainhead' (for its aesthetics, mostly) years ago and now he's a sexist racist fascist objectivist and the root of all evil.

Objectivism: "The exceptional people among us have a divine right to decide our fate and we should not oppose them."

Does that sound like the message of any of his DC films? Movies that end with speeches about heroes wanting to be on the ground to do good in crises and how good humanity can be despite its faults? What about MoS specifically, where the ultimate immigrant allegory struggles to find his place in a world that does not accept him yet still fights for and protects humanity because this world is his chosen home?

Not to mention, where the fuck is this genocide-committing Jesus Superman? Clark t-poses out of the Black Zero one goddamn time while looking sadly back at his dad because Snyder is a visual filmmaker with a penchant for dramatic shots and everyone loses their fucking minds. He goes to the Lutheran church he presumably attended with Martha & Jonathan as a child to seek the counsel of Father Leone because Clark Kent is not canonically Jewish (may the memory of his Jewish creators be a blessing). There's stained glass iconography of Christ in the background at one point because it's a Christian church in middle America. Clark himself never once espouses any religious lines or strict beliefs. Nor does he position himself as a "Christ-figure", either through himself or via the story??????? He doesn't want the responsibility that comes with putting that suit and cape on. But he does it anyway because he understands the stakes when shit gets real and he refuses to let his adoptive world pay for unwittingly bringing the worst remnants of his old world here.

Also, Clark only kills one person: Zod. The U.S. military "bombs" the Black Zero with the starcraft that brought Clark to earth in order to re-open the Phantom Zone and send Zod's forces (the pack of militaristic extremists known as the Sword of Rao) into it. Given what we know of the Phantom Zone in various canons, that's a fate almost worse than death. Then, after being given an ultimatum that either he dies or Zod will, he makes the impossible choice that will haunt him the rest of his life to save a human family moments from being obliterated by Zod's heat vision and kills the general. Nowhere in this catastrophic battle did he "commit genocide against his entire race" (did everyone forget that he himself is the Codex's host and therefore the living possibility of Krypton's rebirth?) or "cause multiple mass casualty events".

I understand that the scale of fictional damage was perhaps a touch more realistic than the near identical scale featured in all of the Avengers movies. It's fine if it's not your thing. Move along. That discomfort still doesn't give you enough leeway to point the finger at a rookie Superman on his first day on the job and say "all that destruction and death was his fault". He tried to take it out of the city! Zod—a vastly more experienced military leader with blind genetic fanaticism on his side, by contrast—refused to allow it. His goal was the annihilation of earth and as much collateral damage as possible (preferably the entire human race). Clark had to stand between humanity and that with zero combat experience and no clue he'd be forced into a no-win scenario to stop the carnage.

I'm tired. It has been ten years. I'm so fucking tired. Can you people give it a rest? None of you are the ultimate authority on superheroes and positioning yourselves as something dangerously close to that with these twitter threads and blog treatises and reviews full of big words in nerd outlets only poisons the fandom well further.

You are allowed to dislike things. You aren't even required to justify that dislike. What you aren't allowed to do is declare something objectively bad based on nothing but your own subjective reaction to it, then invent criticisms that aren't even applicable to the thing in question.

The day we lost the ability to differentiate between "I did not enjoy this media so I guess it wasn't for me" and "I did not enjoy this media and therefore NO ONE SHOULD BECAUSE REASONS I WILL INVENT FROM SECONDHAND HEARSAY" is the day media literacy ceased to exist in pop culture.

[ufolvr]

Kit Karyotype

Aliases: Krait, Nekrom

Age: 36-42

Pronouns: he/they/it/she*

(if I feel like it. please dont use it yourself.)

Species: Anguipera Venenata

Height: 1,75m standing, ~70cm on all fours

Alignment: this specific version is Good!

Media: SMTAS, AEMH, TSSM. Tl;dr Marvel Toons

(f/os are sorted by color too! To make things easier :-])

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

Skills:

Necrotic venom

Wall climbing

Teleportation

Camouflage/color changing

Extremely precise scent recognition

Thought projection + suggestion/behavior influence. Not exactly hypnosis or mind control, but a strong suggestion that leaves the mind malleable. He's also not a telepath; his only skill is making you hear His thoughts.

Other:

Mediation/negotiation/bargaining

Medicine and caregiving

Planning

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Relationships

Mac Gargan, Sarah (Gargan?), Curt + Martha Connors: romantic

Rhino, Otto Octavius, Quentin Beck, Flint Marko, Adrian Toomes: platonic

Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Ultron, Vision, Whirlwind: Eddie Brock, Shocker: it's complicated/undecided

Peter Parker: truce in SMTAS, allies in TSSM

The Avengers: depends on the narrative. Enemies for now.

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Since Kit is the only oc I have for Marvel, he has at least 3 different backstories, and I don't have time to write down each one! This is for TSSM only, because it's what I'm focused on at the time of making this! That one is also a bifurcated road, though; this is the non-villain version of it. We'll get to Electro later, promise 💛

Kit is an amnesiac alien that crash landed somewhere in the New York Bay a year before the series kicked up. With no memory of his origins, abilities, or even name, Kit crawls out of the water to seek help on land a few days later.

However, this only served to get him cornered by police since his odd looks were stirring up trouble. Scared, alone, and afraid for his life in a place he didn't know, he lunges at one of the officers, and bites his arm with strength he didn't know he had.

Everyone, Kit included, watches, horrified, as the cop's arm melts away in less than a minute. It's a disgusting mess, and Kit is even more scared now that he knows there's no way they're letting him out alive. Exhausted and desperate, he can only bring himself to curl up and mentally shout for them to leave him alone.

Surprisingly, this seems to work - every officer surrounding him is stunned, frozen in place. Had Kit been graced with more time or a working memory of his powers, he would have definitely taken advantage of the situation to make sure they didn't remember this traumatizing event. Since he had neither at the time, all he did was run off, hoping he wouldn't be followed.

Nothing of interest happened in the following year. There were rumors about a monstrous fish creature circulating now - they called him 'Krait' apparently, some even jokingly referring to the creature as 'Nekrom' if they knew about what happened that night - but Kit's life wasn't interesting because of it. All he did was try to survive in this noisy, unfamiliar world without, living off of weird hiding places and less than pleasant food sources. He did take to calling himself "Krait", though - it sounded familiar enough, and he didn't have anything else.

Eventually, we jump to the night of "Natural Selection", where Kit's hideout for the day is the Reptile House at the nearby zoo. He witnesses the whole lizard mess, of course - and he watches long enough to see the beast transform back into Curt Connors.

As the commotion ends, Kit is struck with an idea to give himself a lead into learning his identity, since he wasn't getting anything alone - he'd seen Curt in the news before, and, as far as he knew, a geneticist was his best bet at discovering the truth about himself. Better yet, a geneticist that was very much not likely to call the cops now, after everything he'd done.

Kit hangs around the campus in secret from then on - having rediscovered his camouflage and wall climbing abilities in the meantime, he puts them to good use - and waits out for a night where Curt enters the lab alone. One person was easier to convince - besides, however horrible it made Kit feel for doing things this way, Curt's guilt was the only somewhat solid footing he had in this situation, and he was banking on it for his own safety.

The rain is pouring as Curt hurries into the lab because he forgot something, doesn't matter what. Unbeknownst to him, Kit is already in the room, and plans to keep him there until he complies with his terms - he's desperate.

The doors are locked and the lights suddenly go out. Curt isn't really alarmed - not until he notices there's a person in the lab with him. He's ready to fight for his life, if he has to - he was in the military, after all.

But before Kit can say anything, a particularly deafening thunder surrounds them, making the windows shake hard enough that they seemed close to shattering. Kit let's out a loud yelp, and scurries under the nearest table, trembling.

This lessens Curt's apprehension - it's hard to be scared of someone who's afraid of something your son got over his fear of years ago - and he turns the lights back on. Not willing to leave whoever it might be in his lab alone, he approaches the table he saw them hide under - carefully, of course.

And, well. That's how they meet! Kit does end up talking it out with Curt, and they come to an agreement since it's hard to turn down the offer to study something you'd never seen before, even harder if you know they might not be from your planet. Over the months, Curt, Martha and Kit get closer as they work together to figure out Kit's origins, and since Kit has nowhere to go and doesn't know anyone else, he mostly sticks with them one way or another.

Ik this ending is a bit abrupt but I don't wanna keep u here even longer ^^;;

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Notes

Before recovering his memories, Kit is terrible at fighting. His expertise is manipulating people and situations so things go his way.

Because I don't care for making more than 1 Marvel oc, Kit's story is all over the place. Seems to me like his basis of operations is New York no matter what, though. Also, the TSSM one is more interesting to me atm, bc I get to explore a Kit that had the privilege of being treated with kindness and patience.

Kit also knows who Spider Man is, and this makes some things complicated while simplifying others. If Peter wants to, he can get his internship back without exposing his identity, no problem. But he feels insanely uneasy when he bonds with the symbiote, for reasons he can't pin down...

He'll get his memories back, eventually! He's very eager to tell Billy (and everyone else, but he really does love this kid too) everything he knows and all the planets he's been to :)! The truth is that Kit has a little bit more in the works, but I'll wait till I finish the series to write more!

[qqueenofhades]

do you think the odds are in the dems’ favor to keep the house and the senate? i worry both houses are gonna flip red bc of all the focus on immigration and inflation right now…

It depends. There has been focus on both immigration and inflation, yes, but that's not the full story. The immigration narrative took a bit of a turn after DeSatan shipped a planeload of migrants to Martha's Vineyard and they're now (rightly) suing the shit out of him for kidnapping and human trafficking, and it's not really a major talking point at the moment outside of Fox News and the other bastions of right-wing drum-pounding that always discover a Big Scary Caravan of Brown People!! heading for America right when they need to distract from something terrible that the Republicans did. Inflation, although still high, is coming down, and gas prices are WAY down (over $2+) from their stratospheric May-June highs.

Additionally, this is in no way a regular midterm year (where we could expect significant losses for the incumbent president's party). There was that little thing where an illegitimate right-wing SCOTUS overturned women's basic bodily autonomy, and all the actual elections we have had since, including in deeply or traditionally red districts, have showed Democrats WAY overperforming, including topping Biden's margins vs. Trump in 2020. This is not a foolproof indicator, but it has been consistent, and it shows that there is absolutely a lot of rage (as there should be) over the Roe decision. Pro-choice people, and even people who are traditionally moderate/more conservative but are among the 60%+ of Americans who support abortion rights (I don't know why that number isn't higher, but then, this country is often a theocratic libertarian nightmare, so.... yeah), are strikingly more likely to vote for Democrats. The Republicans tried for 50 years to overturn Roe, and now they're trying to backpedal, minimize, or equivocate it, rather than proudly running on it as a campaign strategy. If it really was so popular, you think they would? But even blood-red Kansas voted overwhelmingly to keep abortion legal, so they're trying to spin it both ways.

This isn't to say that there aren't significant headwinds and steep odds, because there are. The crazies are motivated to vote to avenge the disgrace of their God-King Trump, the fascists smell power after they were beaten last time, and if Democratic voters don't get to the polls in equal or greater numbers, we're going to be in a very bad spot. I said this in 2016 and I said this in 2020, and I'm saying it again now: I do not care if you think you are as morally pure as the driven snow and there is no way you could ever sully yourself to vote for a flawed human institution like the Democratic Party. You still have to do it. There is no safe Republican or non-Democratic candidate to vote for in the 2022 midterms. Nor can you act as if you personally are exempt from the project of staving off full-on theocratic fascism for the rest of us, or that you will somehow magically escape the consequences of its imposition. I will not hear or tolerate any stupid arguments on this. If you are one of the people who reflexively whines BUT BIDEN/THE DEMOCRATS HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING, or BOTH PARTIES ARE THE SAME!!!, I beg, BEG you to get out of the leftist social media misinformation chamber and find out what, in fact, they HAVE done (and what the other guys want to do). If the only political opinions you're hearing or ever seek out are those that already reinforce your profoundly skewed VOTING IS BAD AND I AM PERFECT conviction, there is something very, very wrong.

Doing morally good politics is not, as the Tumblr leftists like to think, a matter of opening a book, selecting all the most Morally Pure positions on paper, and immediately discarding any person who doesn't fully embody all of them (i.e. everyone). It is making the most moral choice that prevents the most harm, and right now, the Republicans are off-the-ranch crazy and harmful. If they get the House back, they have promised to spend all their time on trying to send Dr. Fauci to jail, impeaching Biden and Garland, "avenging" Trump, passing a national abortion ban, and other nonsense revenge-driven fascist cosplay. I'm not making this up, they have said it very clearly and repeatedly. There will be absolutely no progress on further legislation (including the Electoral Count Act which is meant to prevent further coups of the type that we saw on January 6, among others). They don't even care that any of this is unlikely to actually succeed. They will rip apart the country, sow division and hate, and put on revenge-spectacle nonsense all the way to 2024. They won't even try to solve any of the problems that matter to anyone, and they will make them all worse.

I think the odds are currently better for Democrats to hold the Senate, as they have to defend a relatively few number of seats while there are more GOP seats up for grabs, and the Republicans are running such an utterly terrible crop of losers that what works for the loonies in the primary is having trouble appealing to the general electorate. The House is more of a tossup and will rely on turnout in individual states. And on that note: if you are an American citizen over the age of 18, check your registration. Check it now. If you live in a state where the Republicans have rammed through restrictive voting laws, make sure you know what those are, so you aren't disqualified on a technicality. If you are registered in a state other than the one where you currently live, update your registration or make arrangements to receive an absentee ballot. Know when you need to return it for it to be counted. DO IT NOW. THE MIDTERMS ARE BARELY MORE THAN A MONTH AWAY.

Thank.

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 28

summary: the team joins Bucky and Gianna in New York for Thanksgiving as a family <3

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: special holiday episode! Happy (late) Thanksgiving! guys listen...I had a whole plan for this story to have some drama and angst and a twist and now everyone is saying it's their happy little fluffy escapist story and I can't make myself do the original storyline! so I just keep writing fluff and happiness! let me know if you want me to stick to the happy stuff or go back to my original plan. thanks for reading, ily ily ily!

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The sun had yet to fully breach the horizon when Gianna woke in the soft cocoon of Bucky's arms. The room, kissed by early morning light, painted an incriminating image of the night before. Gianna’s gown was crumpled in the doorway, discarded. Her heels were a few feet behind that, barely visible in the hallway. A black dress shirt marked a trail to the bed, a dark leather belt sitting atop forgotten dress pants. In the midst of plush bedding, tangled limbs and a mess of blonde and dark haired bedhead.

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to Gianna’s forehead, his gaze soft as he watched her stir. 

"Morning, doll," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

Gianna stretched, her eyes finding his. "Mornin’, handsome."

“Big day today.”

“Mmhmm. I should have gotten more rest.” She yawned. 

“Sorry.” His grin was anything but apologetic. 

“No you’re not.” 

“No…I’m not.” His hand traced lazy circles on her stomach beneath the comforter.

“What’s on the agenda today, Sergeant?” 

Bucky, unraveling himself from the bedsheets, grinned. "Well, first, coffee. Then, once you’re fully functioning, we’ll have a little time to get ready before the team gets here. Maybe we can grab a few candles from the corner store, make it a little homier in here."

“Bucky Barnes, homemaker extraordinaire.” She teased, slipping out from under the comforter. “I didn’t know you had a Martha Stewart side.” 

“Who’s Martha Stewart?” He frowned.

“Nevermind.”

The brisk New York air greeted Gianna and Bucky as they stepped out of the Avengers' Tower. The city pulsed with energy, waking up to a day of celebration. Even at the early hour, the streets were bustling with pedestrians running their last minute errands. Hand in hand, they strolled toward a quaint corner café, the aroma of freshly ground coffee guiding their way.

Bucky’s eyes darted around the sidewalk, always on guard for anything to threaten their peaceful little bubble. His gaze softened as he looked at Gianna. "You know, this place reminds me of the little coffee shop we found in Kansas City during the tour."

Gianna grinned, the memory flooding back. "Oh yeah! The one with the too-small tables but amazing little pastries."

“Those tables were made for children.”

“Well,” She laughed. “Maybe just not for Super Soldiers.” 

“Discrimination.”

As they entered the café, the familiar chime of the bell overhead signaled their arrival. The barista, recognizing them, greeted them with a warm smile. They had a few favorites in the city, but this hidden gem was beloved by the team for the low key atmosphere and the discretion of the staff. 

Bucky stepped forward to order their usual drinks, his demeanor softened in civilian clothes. They settled into a cozy corner, the buzz of the city muffled by the quiet ambiance of the café. Their drinks came quickly, thanks to the lack of other patrons so early.

Sipping his black coffee, Bucky began to reminisce again. "Remember that night when we couldn’t even get into the hotel because the fans had swarmed the whole block around the entrance?"

Gianna chuckled, sipping her latte. "Um, you mean the night you lifted me onto that platform by the service entrance like I was literally seven pounds? How could I forget such a pivotal moment!"

He cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed. “Pivotal how?”

“Pivotal because that was the moment I cared more about getting you back in my bed than getting back to my room safely.” Gianna’s eyes narrowed, her face half sheepish, half flirtatious. The way his eyes darkened ever so slightly made her stomach flip. 

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” She sipped her coffee slowly without breaking eye contact.

“So why didn’t you ask me to stay again?”

“I couldn’t just ask you to sleep over with me.” 

“Yes. Yes, you absolutely could have.” 

“Okay, noted for the next time I want to seduce my mysterious and emotionally aloof bodyguard.” 

He scowled, shooting her a sidelong look to say he wasn’t a fan of the joke. Gianna breezed past it. "And then there was that show in Dallas when it didn’t stop raining for hours. I felt like I was performing in a hurricane."

“I should probably apologize to Tom for the things I threatened trying to get him to cancel it. I thought for sure you’d get sick, or hurt, or whatever the hell else happens when you stand in the rain for three hours.” Bucky rubbed his jaw. “That was before I knew you were the stubborn one keeping us from canceling.”

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” Gianna's fingers traced patterns on the steaming cup. "Those were good days. Long days, long nights, for sure. But it was good. I love those memories." Her eyes flicked up. “With you.” 

Bucky's voice softened as he reached across the table to squeeze her hand. "Yeah. They were good days."

A few hours later, the air buzzed with the arrival of the rest of the team. The Quinjet touched down on the landing pad mid-morning. One by one, Earth's mightiest heroes descended down the ramp, each carrying some kind of bag or dish. Except for Tony, who strode down empty-handed. 

“Damn, you clean up alright.” Sam elbowed Bucky as he strode past, pretending to gawk at his uncharacteristically cozy sweater and jeans combo. 

“Surprised you clean up at all.” 

“Don’t be grumpy on Thanksgiving,” Wanda scolded, thrusting a dish into Bucky’s arms. “Hi, G.” She kissed Gianna on both cheeks before following the men to the elevator. 

“Something smells amazing!” Gianna called after her. “Here, let me take something.” She held her hands out for Natasha to pass her a bag. 

The Tower, now adorned with autumnal decorations, felt like a homecoming. The team reconvened in the main common area, having dispersed briefly to drop off their belongings in their respective rooms. Music played over the speakers, candles were lit across every flat surface in the room, the sounds of the kitchen filled the air. 

Natasha, expertly chopping vegetables, shot a smirk at Tony. "Remember the first Thanksgiving we spent together? Turkey disaster, anyone?"

Tony, feigning innocence from his seat at the bar, replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about. The fire was small, barely noticeable."

Pots simmered, ovens hummed, and the rich aroma of Thanksgiving filled the air. As usual, Wanda and Gianna took the lead on cooking, enlisting the help of other hands as necessary. Tony didn’t move from his seat, sipping a drink and “supervising.” 

Wanda turned from where she stirred the pot of gravy. "Back in Sokovia, we didn't celebrate Thanksgiving. This tradition feels like something we missed out on."

Steve, kneading dough for his alleged famous apple pie, nodded in agreement. "One thing about America, we take our holiday celebrations seriously. Especially when they’re centered around eating.” He paused before adding, “and being grateful.” 

“Cap, put a dollar in the morality police jar.” Tony gestured with his drink.

As the feast took shape, the team gathered around Tony’s grand dining table, fully set for dinner. Finally making his contribution, he walked around the table filling everyone’s wine glass. Wanda floated the final dish to the table, now lined with steaming, hot food. They sat, joined hands, and obliged when Steve wanted to say grace.

“Amen!” Tony stood. “As owner of this lovely home, benefactor of the team, and generally the boss of everyone, I will do the honor of carving the turkey.”

Bucky squeezed Gianna’s knee under the table. “Happy Thanksgiving, G.” 

“Happy Thanksgiving, James Buchanan Barnes.” 

Laughter and conversation flowed freely as they savored the feast. Stories of past missions, arguments over who was at fault for what going wrong, and favorite victories echoed through the room. Steve clinked his knife against his glass, cutting through the conversation.

"I know you’re all going to give me a hard time for being old and sappy, but I don’t care. I’m grateful for all of you, even when you’re ruthlessly teasing me. I love you guys. To family," he declared. Even Tony’s eyes crinkling in a smile. The others echoed his sentiment with raised glasses and a chorus of "To family!"

"Alright, everyone. Let's go around the table. What are we thankful for this year?" Wanda was ever the sentimental one, but no one dared tease her. Whether it was for fear of her own retaliation, or the protective older-brother nature of Steve and Sam, everyone saved their jokes for the former. 

Nat spoke first. "I'm thankful for the resilience of this team. In a world that's ever-changing, you all remain a constant. I’m thankful for the no bullshit, no judgment, badass group of weirdos that you are."

Steve nodded in agreement. "I'm thankful for the chance to make a difference, every day. Thankful for reconnecting with old friends," He grinned at Bucky. “As well as all of my new ones. I’m thankful for the chance to fight alongside the best people I know. I’m thankful for this city, this country, and this hell of a meal that Wanda put together.” Across the table, Wanda blushed at his praise.

Bucky’s eyes lingered on Gianna beside him as he spoke, "I'm thankful for new beginnings. New additions to the family. Old friends,” He winked at Steve. 

“Emphasis on old.” Tony chimed in, unable to handle sentiment without a joke. 

“I’m thankful for beautiful women who need a little help keeping themselves out of trouble.” Bucky continued. He squeezed Gianna’s hand. “I’m thankful for Gianna, her kindness and her…gentleness, and…” Seeming to realize he was in public, he straightened. “And the fact that she clearly doesn’t realize how far out of my league I am.” 

“Hear, hear,” Sam raised his glass in agreement, earning a glare.

Gianna smiled at Bucky, squeezing his hand in return. "I'm thankful for finding a home among heroes. I’m thankful for sweet friends with open arms. I’m thankful for a new record label,” She winked at Tony. “Good coffee, great food, and a super smoking hot bodyguard.”

Wanda’s eyes gleamed with all the emotion as the gazes shifted to her, "I'm thankful for my family. Really, truly, incredibly thankful. I love you guys." Her voice cracked at the end. Gianna’s free hand found hers under the table and gave it a squeeze. Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulders, showing her affection while deflecting with his own gratitude.

"I'm thankful that I’m now the hottest, most eligible bachelor on the team. Thanks, Buck, ‘preciate that. I’m thankful for this sweet, sweet meal. I’m thankful that my bedroom is further away from y’all here than at the compound.” He gestured to Gianna and Bucky. “I’m thankful for all of you yahoos. I love y’all.” 

Peter chimed in, "I'm thankful for having more cool uncles and aunts than anyone else I know. I’m thankful to almost be done with that Political Science class. Thankful to Mr. Stark for bringing me in. Thankful to Gianna for making my street cred go through the roof, thanks to that dinner. Love you guys.”

Tony raised his glass, rounding out the table. "To my chosen family, oddballs and misfits as you may be—thankful for you all, today and always. Cheers."

"Cheers!" they exclaimed, clinking glasses. The Tower, filled with the aroma of Thanksgiving and the echoes of laughter, felt more like a home than ever before.

Peter, grinning mischievously, proposed, "How about a game to cap off the night?"

With wine glasses in hand and the remaining slices of pie scattered across the coffee table, the team had settled into mild food comas. Tony, always willing to keep the party going, produced a charades set with theatrical flourish.

"Alright, my friends, time for - drumroll please - Hasbro’s newest addition to the game aisle, Avengers’ Charades! This should be a piece of cake for those in attendance." Tony waved the box haphazardly. Appointing himself the designated 'game master,' he took charge of the box. "Who wants to go first?"

Wanda volunteered. She downed her wine and took a slip of paper from the box, her eyes scanning the words. A mischievous grin played on her lips.

"Alright, let's see who can guess this." She struck a pose, fingers wiggling in the air, and began floating her empty wine glass in the air.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Telekinesis!"

Wanda nodded in approval, grinning, as Tony marked a point down for Nat. “Technically, that could be considered cheating, but when has that ever been against my moral code.”

Natasha went next, picking a slip and accepting the challenge with a smirk. She stood, then spun her left arm in a windmill motion. Bucky groaned beside Gianna.

"Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes" Steve called out with confidence.

"Got it in one," Natasha acknowledged, winking at Steve.

As the game progressed, the wine flowed freely, and the pie disappeared piece by piece. Gianna leaned back against Bucky on the couch, fighting the sleep that kept creeping up on her. As much as she wanted to keep this perfect day going, they hadn’t been getting much sleep lately and it was catching up to her. She yawned, stifling it with her hand so no one would notice and suggest wrapping it up.

When it was Bucky's turn, the group hushed in anticipation. He picked a word, studied it for a moment, and then began. With a sweep of his metal arm, he mimicked a shield, then pointed dramatically at Steve. The room burst into exclamation

"Captain America! Uh, Steve Rogers! The man with the plan!" Peter exclaimed, pointing at Steve.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "That's a little too easy, Buck."

Bucky shrugged. "Sometimes you've got to go with the classics."

Eventually, Tony suggested calling it a night, seeing as half the team was fighting to keep their eyes open and the game wasn’t exactly a challenge to begin with. Bucky gently roused Gianna from where she’d began to doze off on his shoulder. With sleepy embraces and a few final “Happy Thanksgiving”’s, everyone strode off to their separate rooms. 

“What do you say we actually get some sleep tonight?” Bucky kissed Gianna’s head as he held the door to his bedroom open to her. She whined, despite knowing she’d be asleep within seconds of laying down. 

“Don’t be greedy.” He grinned. “I didn’t say anything about tomorrow morning.”

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Valley of Desires ( steve rogers, +18 )

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pairing: Steve Rogers x Intern!FemReader ( no description of ethnicity or body type ) … word count: 2k … warnings: steve's pov but written in third person, it might be implied that the reader has at least middle-sized breasts but it's not explicit, smut smut smut smut smut, i love steve rogers. kind of voyeur? but kinda. tony is in this too. this one shot probably could have been written in 2012 because steve works in stark industries and everyone loves each other.

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Strange to say, but Steve Rogers was sure of few things about him. On the surface, maybe because of his physical appearance or because of that look that, somehow, always managed to communicate something, nobody would have said that the former captain was constantly in a state of confusion.

He knew he liked sunsets, especially the winter ones because he could never find anyone on the beach to watch them and he never felt compelled to try to make conversation. He loved riding his vintage motorcycle through the streets of New York early in the morning to get to the office he was assigned by Stark. Shamefully, he loved not wearing a helmet on that same bike: for years he'd lived with something to cover his head and face, and since his riding wasn't bad at all (and his body could definitely take a beating or two), he'd allowed himself this break from the rule. Several times he had been stopped for that same reason, but as soon as the cops on duty realized they were about to fine one of the Avengers, they blushed and apologized for minutes with a veil of embarrassment in their eyes. Being an Avenger, a former Avenger, had some advantages. 

But of all these things he wasn't sure. He knew that one day his preferences might change and so what was he really sure of? 

Well, Steve Rogers, aka Captain America (or Nomad, depending on who you talked to), was sure of three things in his life.

Number one: he liked to give orders. Now he didn't have the ability to save a person's life by coordinating his team, but back in the day, when the blue and red uniform was still second skin, there was nothing better than having a cup of coffee in the morning and commanding his teammates. He derived a perverse pleasure, especially from having Tony do whatever the millionaire deemed unnecessary during a mission. And he took even greater pleasure when that very thing turned out to be indispensable in the end. He enjoyed immensely when Natasha, a free spirit from the first second he laid eyes on her, had no idea what to do and asked Steve for a plan. Was it narcissistic behavior? Maybe. Or he just liked to be in control of something since in his personal life he was lucky if he could keep the flames under the water pot at bay. 

Number two, he was an extremely kind and understanding person to the interns at Stark Industries. Over the course of his three and a half years at the company of, now, a close friend and colleague of his, more than twenty interns had come through his door and gotten up to all sorts of mischief. First, there was Martha Morris (or double M as they called her in the office - not him, mind you -: Mad and Messy), a thirty-five-year-old weirdo who had returned to school after years of trying to get a degree and needed the hours in the company to achieve her goals. She wore sky-high heels and she was super tall, outgrowing Steve by a few inches when barefoot. On the first day, she had banged her forehead on the doorframe of his office and the hot coffee she had brought him to introduce himself had landed completely on the Captain who was standing and talking on the phone with some financiers. He had felt even his insides burn, but he still smiled at her and said he didn't have to worry. She had finished her experience a week later. 

Then there was Ashley. Ashley was an intelligent guy, a genius. Just a little introverted and with the lowest voice Steve had ever heard. Whenever they had a meeting and he was present, everyone prayed he didn't have to talk because even a hearing aid wouldn't be able to pick up his decibels. One day he had brought the wrong report for Steve to sign and even his sobs were inaudible when he realized his mistake. Watching him had become torture; he felt too guilty for him.

Number three (and perhaps most important): for him there was no question, Steve liked boobs. Small, medium, large. Whether they fit perfectly in his hands or overflowed. He didn't care. He liked them in every flavor. With big nipples, tiny nipples, light and dark nipples. He liked heavy breasts and light breasts. He didn't understand what other men found in the butt. He certainly didn't hate it, but what could be better than diving into the valley of desire and being able to hear his beloved's heartbeat? Nothing, that's the right answer. When he'd been unfrozen, after spending his entire life in the 20', 30' and 40' where everything seemed to be a source of scandal, seeing how everything had changed had been a shock. And a blessing. The genius who had invented bikinis was to be made a saint. Now he could live as he wanted, with women, with men, all at once. He was free at last. 

That said, Steve had no idea how he had found himself thrusting into Y/N's pussy with force and vigor. It had all happened in a matter of minutes, she had shown up at the door with a shirt even more open than the previous day to bring him some papers to sign, and then Steve had grabbed her by the hips and thrown her on his desk. When he'd entered her, he'd looked up at the ceiling and prayed to God that it wasn't all a dream. He felt the walls of her pussy pulsing around his member and her fluid flowing down his groin. Her legs were fully spread and her breasts still constricted by her bra were begging to be released. They were begging. The breasts were speaking to him, worshipping him like a deity. Who was he to refuse that proposal? No one.

So, he had sat down in his chair, taking Y/N with him and, continuing to thrust into her, he had opened her bra with one hand. The sight of her bare breasts forced him to stop because if he continued he would come in three seconds and he wanted to spoil that girl. 

He heard a faint whimper escape her lips. 'Steve, oh Steve. Please.’ She rubbed herself against him, trying to resume her earlier rhythm. He humored her for a few moments, resting his back completely on the chair and enjoying the sight of a goddess on top of him seducing him with her enviable body. Every so often, he would penetrate her without warning, causing her to lose her balance and lean on him even more than she was.

She moved sinuously back and forth, left and right, her boobs following her every single movement and if Steve hadn't done something, he would have drooled. So, he smiled at her. A smile he had never reserved for anyone and then he wrapped his mouth around her left nipple. Steve moaned. Y/N began to tremble, her thighs couldn't hold the rhythm they had before and if Steve's hands hadn't been there to support her she would have fallen. She couldn't stop the shaking of her legs and only a powerful slap on her ass brought her back to her senses. She had just cum. 

Steve, however, had only just begun. As if it were the last minutes of his life, the former Captain America had taken to sucking, biting, squeezing, licking and pulling on the young woman's left nipple. With each suck, the man felt a wave of energy sweep over him and, not caring about the young woman's blissful state of contentment that she would be happy if they were done there, he had taken to thrusting even harder than before into her pussy. She had cried out and gripped his hair between her tapered fingers and Steve found himself thinking that he had made a good decision to come to work on a Sunday since the rest of the office was off. With one hand around her hips and the other groping her other breast, Steve had the perfect anchor to sink even deeper into Y/N's sweet body. 

He caught his breath and looked into her eyes. Her face was beaded with sweat and her lips were swollen. Her breathing was labored but she continued to follow his every thrust and hold him as tight as she could. Steve allowed himself to be lulled by the feeling of her around him and then treated the other nipple as he had treated the first. This time, he slapped her breast and squeezed it with such force that it left its mark on her, but this only increased the libido between the two of them. 

While Steve was busy sucking on whatever her breasts gave him and Y/N was shaking like hell, the phone in the office rang.

It stopped as suddenly as it had started. When the man felt the woman try to get up and the heat of her pussy leave him, he wrapped his arm around her side and forced her to sit on him again. They both moaned and she looked up at him with surprised eyes.

'Don't even try, honey. Now be a good girl and be quiet' he began thrusting into her once more and closed his eyes as he regained the feeling he had before. Steve was in heaven and he wasn't going to leave her alone to return to hell. She was breathing heavily and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to do his bidding. Then, Steve reached out and answered the call. 'Steve Rogers' office'

'Capiscle, it's Tony. Tell you what, has Y/N been to see you yet? I sent her to get you to sign that senate thing about twenty minutes ago, but she's yet to return' Steve winked at her and brought his thumb to caress her clit. Unexpectedly, Y/N let a moan escape. The man was quick to cover her mouth, continuing, however, his little game. 'What was that?

'Nothing Tony, I just rubbed the chair. Anyway, yes, Y/N has already come once, but I think she'll come again' he silently kissed her breasts. 'She forgot a document here’

On the other end of the phone, she heard Tony's footsteps through the office. 'Ah alright, she's a good girl, eh?'

'She's a really good girl. The best one so far' her eyes lifted upwards and she began to tremble once more, escaping his touch. Steve, just like a hunter stalking his prey, caught her every time and plunged her even deeper into the abyss of pleasure. 'Ah, that's it, she’s coming again. I must leave you'

'Yeah, yeah, see you later' the call ended.

Steve uncovered her mouth and once again took a nipple in his mouth. Y/N moaned so loud her throat hurt and she couldn't stay still in one place. Steve's constant thrusts were torturing her and that fiery mouth on her breasts was burning her soul. She came just like that, suddenly she felt all her barriers collapse and, like a faucet left running, she soaked Steve's cock and groin with her orgasm. 

'Very good, yes, that's it,' he encouraged her. 

When she opened her eyes after the intense orgasm, she almost couldn't move anymore, but she knew she had to thank the former Captain somehow. So, she stood up, still with trembling legs, and let him out of her. His cock was purple and left a trail on her abs. She knelt down and without giving him any time to think, she took her breasts in her hands and wrapped them around him. Steve pounded a fist on the desk at that sight and his breathing became ten times heavier.

'Oh shit, baby, shit, shit' he thrust between her tits, each thrust ending with her mouth wrapping around his tip. Her orgasm acting as a lubricant. 'I'm going to, I'm- argh, I'm going to cum' he warned her. With his mind completely clouded, he still knew how to be a gentleman. 

'Cum Steve, cum for me. Cum on me.' He granted her wish and smeared her with his cum. She was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen.

Steve really did treat the interns well.

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

In all of chaldea who do you think personality-wise is closest to Arjuna's wife? And would this make him fall for them?

I keep turning this ask around in my head and it’s difficult for me bc im not experts in his wives so my opinion is strongly vibe based so I don’t want to say something overly stupid

That being said I don’t think he’d go for someone just bc they reminded him of his wife bc I think there’s more to it than that-I do think based on what I know of them atm there’s some female servants they might be similar to? Possibly?

Draupadi is a bit difficult bc I have 0 idea how they’d want to handle her, and every servant we’ve seen so far who’s famed for their beauty (consort yu, Yang Guifei, semiramis, cleopatra) don’t really share any common threads except…dark hair? Maybe? That does seem like something she would have though lmao

That aside I am of the opinion she and medb would absolutely get along like a house on fire. I think she’s far less sexual and impulsive but they both definitely would relate to the desire to avenge the humiliations they experienced, not to mention they’re both pretty driven and outspoken. I may have just started making mental headcanons for them being friends and forgotten she doesn’t exist in fate </3

Chitrāngadā…she was raised as the heir to her father’s kingdom in all manners including warfare while still being a women so she’d probably be more of a tomboy type? Realistically given how some of the versions have her even pray to become more genome to try and impress arjuna she could even be outright masculine normally, but I doubt fate would do that. I’d say though that Martha, lakshmi bai, and Qin liangyu all seem relatively close to the kind of person I’d imagine her to be like or that she would get along with.

You would have to actively keep ulupi away from people like tamamo and kiyohime for the sake of humanity. Her ‘fun trick to get a husband 100% guaranteed’ is neither legal nor ethical and should not be replicated which is exactly why they’d try to talk to her.

Subhadra is actually the one I have the hardest time thinking up anything for. I don’t even really know what her thoughts on arjuna were as Krishna basically told arjuna to abduct and marry her and he was like ‘ok’ and did it. (I guess that was a thing guys could do then???)- depending on the version she either says nothing about it or seems happy. In some versions she’s a reincarnation of yogmaya, which would make her a goddess in a way so that’s something? Honestly she seems like the type of person who would try to get along with everyone-although i do think she’d probably be friends with Sita? She’s probably the one who has the least amount of people who dislike her as well bc who tf hates subhadra is there something wrong with you??

[aikoiya]

DC AU - Bruce the Burdened

You know, I wonder how Bruce would've turned out if his parents never died. And if he himself hadn't died like that one universe where Thomas became Batman & Martha became the Joker.

Which, I have thoughts on.

But that's for later.

Generally, I think that he would've just been Bruce from the Animated Series, but with only small hints of Batman in there every once in a while.

Like, he's Bruce, but not the oblivious, idiot Brucie Bruce. More so the Bruce from the animated series but with Batman's innate competence. Because Batman wouldn't exist, at least not yet, he doesn't need to distance himself from it, so he's free to be as intelligent as he truly is.

Now, this is the product of my Legacy 2 idea, which you can find here:

You will have to read the link if you actually wanna understand where I'm coming from here.

But anyway, the idea is that instead of becoming Batman, he sorta becomes a warden of Gotham. He learns the apotropaic magics of his family like he was always meant to & maintains the seals & wards like the Waynes who came before him. He sort of becomes a magic user/supernatural hunter.

However, that doesn't stop all of the problems that continue to show itself in the Batman continuity. Like, the villains might not be the same as in the original.

For one, there's no Joker because there's no Batman.

There's also the fact that Mrs. Fries didn't get Huntington's Chorea, her husband did. So, we get Mrs. Freeze instead.

Harley & Bruce become besties, even date for a bit, but even after breaking it off, they stay besties.

Keep in mind that the Batman Rogues Gallery is still out there basically in tact, just without Batman, so Bruce sees what's happening with his home & comes to the conclusion that he can't just work from the shadows anymore. So, as a teenager, he runs away from home & goes on the same training journey as in canon, but this time, the fuel isn't to avenge, but to save.

As such, when he comes back, he becomes the Nightengale in honor of his ancestry.

He has more of a focus on magic, but that doesn't stop his use of gadgets. Even inventing a sort of magi-tech.

Either way, he's a much more lighthearted hero here. Like, he's still dark & brooding, but not as much as in canon. He actually smiles every once in a while.

Then, he begins collecting kids, but he's got his parents to help him along the way. When Jason comes along, Thomas tells Bruce outright that he shouldn't just give the name Robin to the boy without Dick's permission. It's his title, given to him by his mother. That Bruce has no right to take that from him. So, Jason goes by the name Cardinal because they symbolize strength, courage, & loyalty. However, there is a secondary symbolism that comes in later.

If the guy who became Joker still becomes a villain, it won't be because of Bruce. So, it won't be Joker & more than likely, he'll stick with og Red Hood.

If dude gets as bad as Joker it'll be due to his own choices.

However, if Red Hood ends up killing Jason, then, due to Bruce not having been traumatized at such a young age, he won't even hesitate.

That's the last the world sees of Red Hood, period. Whether it was by the Nightengale's own hands or by him simply turning a blind eye when Nightwing did it to avenge Jason is entirely up to the writer.

At the same time, because of the presence of his parents, he's able to understand shit better & the name on the headstone is written Jason Todd-Wayne.

However, because Robin is not just a symbol here, Tim has to choose his own name too.

When Jason comes back, his vigilante name comes with an entirely new meaning because it's said that when you see a cardinal, it means that the spirit of a dead loved one has come to visit. This one just happened to be very angry & aggressive.

I also feel like due to Bruce being more well-adjusted, he'd have managed to get into a legitimately steady relationship with Selena. Even married. He doesn't try to make her stop stealing, but he does ask for a compromise. Only steal from master criminals &, if she can manage, why not help him to expose their dirty dealings. After all, what better whetstone to sharpen her skills with?

Selena finds that... Yes, that is very much acceptable.

Talia still steals Bruce's DNA to create Damien & when he shows up, it creates turmoil between Bruce & Selena.

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