#dark af

If not it’s cool, I’m still gonna consume everything on your blog lol

Fun fact, I went the dark route with this one. Pure angst and insanity, no fluff. Dead dove do not eat.

Warnings: Onesided Silco x Gn!reader, Angst, mentions of death, trauma, Silco being a creep

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He had always wanted you. From the moment he had sight eyes on you, he ached for you to smile at him the way you did at his traitorous brother. He would watch you, on the few nights he’d be on look out for himself. His eyes were always drawn to The Last Drop. Catching even a glimpse of you would be worth it.

It was a rare sight to see you. It was worth it every time, the trouble to stay hidden, the climb up to the roofs. When he saw you, he could remember better times. When he saw you he actually felt warmth instead of pain.

And his brother had taken you from him. He had made seeing you a rarity.

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The clerics arrive and find Lady Cassandra sitting next to her brother, arm around his middle in a half hug, eyes staring towards the door. They also find Lord Percival clutching his dead wife, grief-stricken and quietly sobbing into her hair. 

They also find Lady Vex’ahlia, but there’s not much else to say on that matter.

They all approach the group on the balcony with intent, gesturing for Cassandra to give them space and leaning in to separate Percy from Vex. “You must let us work, Lord Percival. There is no time,” the woman clad in lavender robes insists. He makes no move to follow her instructions when she drops beside him to begin working.

Cass’s hand on his shoulder startles him, and he hugs Vex tighter. “Percy, you have to let them go. Let the healers heal.”  

“I’m not leaving them,” his head turns in the direction of his sister. He grinds out through clenched teeth, “I’m not leaving her.”  

“They’re not asking you to leave, brother.” She pries on his shoulder, wordlessly asking him to look at her. “Stay here, be with them, be here while they try. But they need space, allow them to work.”

Percy’s shoulders slump, defeated. Carefully, he loosens his hug on her body and guides it down flat on the floor. Her hair is a mess, she will be so angry… As a reflex, his hand smoothes over the wild hairs near her temple, smearing blood over her face in the process. It sobers him, and he swallows hard. Scooting back a bit from Vex, he grabs her hand and threads their fingers together. “I’m holding her hand while you do this,” he challenges, daring them to say no.

Of course, the princess’s Aurora and Dawn can’t enforce social norms due to the rampant monsters. Their sole focus is growing crops and regaining military power to protect the people. So... Very dark ages. Hyrule wouldn’t know the names for gender representation either. Oh, you're a female? You will ‘work’ in the villages and ‘revitalize’ a man when they so feel like it.

I also headcanon that Hyrule has seen... Caravans with women being taken from their families to ‘work’. Of course, Hyrule has set these ladies free and has helped them to safe-havens. Women are treated awfully and have to serve a set of expectations that are downright deplorable.

Iron man dying again I did not expect to see that again, also Rhodes and T’Challa that was so unexpected and uncalled for.

When Ten rings was mentioned wow I thought something else might also happen.

So that means there’s no redemption for Killmonger he’s villain in every timeline.

This episode should be named Killmonger going on a killing spree

Nostalgic

Also in animation NOOO

T’Challa nooo

Lmao this was hilarious

So Killmonger will always be a villain

General Ross

THE BEAUTY

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37504225?view_full_work=true 

Sam wins. Although the price may be steep, he will do anything to keep Dean safe, even if that means keeping his brother locked up. All Dean wants is to wrench Sam back from the irrevocable darkness threatening to obliterate his soul. 

Or the one in which Sam is the sole survivor in When Hell Breaks Loose (S2E21) and becomes the Boy King of Hell, hence inciting the apocalypse.

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Dean dreams a serpent slithers underneath his door, snakes its long, pale body across the carpet, and curls around his bed’s naked legs. The snake glides up his bed, sashays onto his chest, poises itself over his prone body. The snake lets out a low hiss, fangs glimmering wet with venom. Dean cannot move. He is paralyzed.

But there’s another thing in the room, Dean realizes. A monster greater than this one.

It snatches the snake’s writhing body off Dean’s chest. It pulls the snake’s hateful head between its teeth and rips the head clean off.  

Dean knows the monster well.