#though not really

[iristheplanet16]

Your Embrace

Pairing: One sides Clark Kent/Superman X Fem!Reader

Summary: you are in love with Clark, Clark is in love with Lois. Now he has to make a choice he will forever regret

Warning: this is pure angst

Notes: Soooooo hi I’m alive and writing fics jist very slowly, but for some reason I got the motivation to write this fic late at night and next thing I know it finished so yay

I’m sure there is a lot of inaccuracies with this fic but just got with it please, this is unlike my other fics Ive written

This is based loosely off the song “Little fall of Rain” from the musical Les Misérables especially the last section

I’m so sorry

-Iris/Mars ♥️

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There’s a throbbing in your head… no, not just your head but everywhere. Every part of your body screams in pain and you can’t remember why. All you remember is walking home from the Daily Planet then… nothing.

You try to open your eyes but the world around you is dark, you try to move your arms or legs but it seems you are…tied up? You start to panic, you try to scream but only now because of your muffled cries that you are gagged. You try your hardest to scream, move around hoping to wiggle free or something.

You stop dead cold when a hand grips your shoulder trying to keep you still. “Oh please, don’t try to escape, nothing's going to come of it, your attempts are just pathetic.” A man sneers, his voice dripping with condescension. “Once the other girl shows up with our ‘fearless’ hero right behind than our fun will begin.”

You feel a sharp sting in the side of your neck and you fade from consciousness.

~~~

You wake again, body still aching, arms and legs bound, and when you try to scream for help you realize you're gagged, so nothing has changed. But now you can hear more voices in the room.

“Ah! She’s awake now and the fun can begin!” A bag is ripped off your head and your eyes slowly adjust to take in the room. It seems you are in some sort of… basement lab? It's just this giant room with concrete walls and flooring, the room is fairly empty aside from some medical or lab equipment in the area around you. In the center is this man with a wicked grin on his face like he’s thoroughly enjoying what's going on. Beside you is another victim, she is also tied to a chair with a mask obscuring her face so you can’t tell who it is but you guess she's still asleep based on how she slumped in her chair… or she could be dead.

At that thought you thoroughly begin to panic, your thoughts are too scattered and terrified to even begin to come up with a plan when you hear a loud crash come from the wall behind you. “Where is she?! Where is Lois?!” A familiar voice calls in a tone so furious you have never even heard come from him. Clark or well Superman comes storming in instantly going toward the man in the center of the room.

“Uh huh, not a step closer Superman, we don’t want anything to happen to one of these lovely ladies.” The man tsked, pointing a sort of gun between you and the other lady who you assume to be Lois Lane.

Superman freezes in place, staring at Lois, eyes full of concern before he turns back to the man with a gun. “What do you want Lex?” he demands through gritted teeth.

“Oh it’s simple, I want you to pick. Who will the mighty Man of Steel pick? Will it be his Lady love? Ms. Lois Lane?” Lex Luther points the gun to the unconscious Lois. “Or will he be a man of the people and save a civilian, one that seems to look up to you based on how frequently she writes articles about you” Lex says, aiming the gun right back at you. It’s only now that Clark realizes you are in the room, his expression contorts to look of sheer surprise and alarm, it seems he was too focused on Lois to even realize that you, his best friend, was the other victim in Lex’s messed up game.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t find that other reporter you do all those interviews for, Clark Kent, but oh well she’s good enough,” Lex scoffs

“Anyway, here’s the fun bit! You can only save one before the other gets shot” Lex says, a giant grin on his face when Superman’s expressions falters into a brief state of panic. “Pick who you care about most, who you want to save and I’ll leave her be while the other… well I think you get the picture. The decision is all yours!”

You can barely focus on conversation any more. You know this won’t end well for you, you know Clark is going to pick Lois. It doesn’t matter if you are his best friend, Lois is well… Lois, his Lois, Clark would do anything for her you can see it in the loving way he gazes at her during work. You can see it in his actions, Clark is naturally a gentleman and caring person but when it comes to Lois, nothing will ever compare, He loves her too much. You could never compete with that despite how desperately you want that to be you. How you would give anything for those loving eyes to be for you.

There is a loud bang ringing through the room that brings you back to the conversation. It looks as if Lex shot up into the ceiling, furious. “You have to pick one! Or else both will die” And with that two other men enter the room, both with guns trained on you and Lois. “Pick Superman. Who will you choose?”

Clark glances between the two of you, the anguish clear on his face. He catches your eye and you already know his decision. You knew he was going to pick Lois but that didn’t stop it from breaking your heart. He would always pick Lois. Clark mouths something to you, you can barely make it out but you assume it’s something like ‘I’m sorry’ all you know is it isn’t the three words you wish he would say.

At the stalling, the men cock the guns ready to shoot both at the first sign from Lex. With one last pained expression Clark rushes towards Lois making his choice. At the first sign of movement, The gunman aims the gun right at your heart.

Before he can pull the trigger there is a loud crash, startling the man he loses aim as he shoots, missing your heart and getting the center of your chest. The impact strikes you so hard your chair crashes backwards, slamming your head into the hard concrete below. You can just barely make out the other Superheros flooding the room before your eyes flutter closed.

And for the third time that day you lose consciousness

~~~

You slowly wake up to small droplets of water falling on to your face. Your vision is slightly blurred and you feel so incredibly weak. It takes a tremendous effort to keep your eyes open enough to see that the water is actually tears, Clark's tears to be exact.

Clark's strong arms wrap around you, holding you to his chest as he slowly rocks back and worth whispering soft frantic words to himself. His grip on you is tight yet incredibly gentle like you were the most precious thing to him.

It takes way more effort than it should, but you slowly raise your hand to come up and wipe away the tears spilling down Clark's face. “Hi…” You softly croak trying to put on a smile.

Clark's eyes instantly open at the sound of your weak voice. “Oh my gosh! I thought you were already- oh my gosh!” Clark murmurs, clutching you tighter, pulling you into his chest. “I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I thought- I thought they could have gotten there sooner to get to you to save you- I’m so sorry” Clark whispers.

Your thumb slowly swipes his cheek “It’s… it’s ok Clark, I don’t… I don’t feel any pain, not with you here… with me” You say softly with a small smile on your face. “You're here and that's all I need…”

Clark frantically shakes his head “No! No, don't say that we can- I can get you back to the fortress and they can, they can do something I know they can. They-” His voice breaks at his desperation. “You will live- If I could close your wounds with words of love…”

You press your finger to his lips “Shhh, it’s ok… just hold me… I’ll sleep in your embrace at least… That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” You say with a soft, weak laugh. Clark just shakes his head not believing it, this can’t be how you die, it can’t be.

Clark swallows back a sob as your skin begins to pale and your eyes grow hazy. “It’s ok…it’s ok I’m here… I’ll keep you safe…. I’m here” Clark whispers, whether it’s to reassure you or himself he's not sure.

“I- I love you Clark…” You softly whisper, your voice barely audible

Clark leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, “I love you too. So much.”

The words aren’t exactly what you want them to mean, you know they aren’t romantic but it’s as close as you will ever get and thats ok, you just wanted to hear them as the world fades to nothingness.

Notes again: Probably the one and only time I’ll kill off reader but man this was fun to write in a way lol Sorry Clark! Sorry reader!

I hope you enjoyed reading lol!!

[trek-tracks]

File under “things I almost bought for the name alone.”

[maybeiwasjustjade]

Genuinely, perhaps 99% of me, believes that the only reason Condal and Hess made HOTD Aegon a r*pist/have adult Aegon’s introduction the aftermath of the SA of a maid, was because they knew that if Aegon was just a drunk and a cheat—like almost all Westerosi men—he would be too tragic of a character not to root for, and they really couldn’t have that. No, Aegon has to be the monster to Rhaenyra’s saint, because if you took away the act that made him monstrous, he’s so easy to root for, and the TB/TG divide would be significantly larger.

Cheating and visiting brothels are quite common in Westeros, with the vast majority of male characters doing one or the other or both. Drinking is even more so. Aegon would still be palatable with either or both traits because it doesn’t make him worse than Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra had three bastards with Harwin because Laenor’s gay, so it makes her affair understandable and valid. Aegon was forced to marry his own sister as a young teen, and clearly despises the whole targ-incest tradition. Why is it a crime that he doesn’t find his little sister sexually or romantically attractive???

Aegon’s basically a Greek tragedy made flesh. The eldest son conceived to be a long-awaited heir, yet simultaneously cheated out of a birthright. Born wanted yet unwanted, the heir who is not an heir. Meant to be loved, yet raised without it, with a mother’s disdain and fear as his only companion. His father stopped wanting him sometime after his second birthday (probably around the time Jacaerys was born), and his mother never wanted him anyway. His mere existence is a threat to a crown he never wanted, yet nobody cared when they placed it on his head. He wants love but no one loves him, and contrary to popular belief, that lack of love didn’t just stem from adulthood. He was a little boy once too, who very much didn’t deserve that level of apathy.

Married to his sister despite his clear disdain for his family’s incestuous tradition. Forced to father children on her at the grand old age of sixteen (and she fourteen). The only thing he ever really loved was his dragon, and the children he had. And even those he loses to tragedy, and someone else’s doing.

It’s not at all a surprise that Aegon’s defining trait is his love for Sunfyre. A ridiculously strong bond, born from years of having only each other. Moreover, a dragon is the symbol of power, which Aegon has little of. He can’t protect himself from his own family’s abuse or machinations, and unless he claims the crown everyone he loves will die. Dragons also represent freedom, and the ability to just fly away. And if there’s one thing Aegon wants more than anything in the world, it’s to run away from his family and the accursed throne.

In that, he’s not so different than a young Rhaenyra (pre-personality change anyway). Young Rhaenyra hated having to conform to societal standards. Hated having no choice but to marry, and to whom. She too wanted to fly away to freedom. There’s too many parallels between the two, even down to their ages pre-timeskip. Rhaenyra was about 18, and Aegon now is only 20. Yet Rhaenyra at 16’s only problem was whether her infant brother would replace her as heir, while Aegon’s was being forced to play house with his sister and newborn twins.

Perhaps misogyny and society would always be Rhaenyra’s greatest opponent, and the same Aegon’s ally when it comes to their claims, but it was not the only issue. Precedent declared that Aegon would be heir ahead of her, yet it was Rhaenyra’s position and honor that Viserys defied law for, even when she committed high treason against the crown thrice. She got everything; Aegon had nothing. He’s the underdog of the story, not her. So had they not made him an on screen r*pist (unlike Daemon who was off-screen one and merely an on-screen pedo and wife-killer), it would’ve been very hard for the writers to push their “Rhaenyra good, TG bad” narrative. Those two would’ve had too many parallels and foils for it to work, and they really couldn’t have that, could they.

No, Aegon has to be the villain; Rhaenyra has to be the hero. It’s a black and white war, good vs evil. That’s the story HOTD is trying to sell, and not at all the complex tragedy of a family tearing itself and its dynasty into pieces over greed and idiocy.

[hazard-c-horror]

Hazardous Baker Au

Remember these two? Welp, they’re an Au now! Meet The Baker & The Harvester

As said before in this Au Modrolith convinces Hazard to let him kill all the positive and dark Astrals. But during this killing, Modrolith offers the sweet treat of the fallen stars to Hazard and beautiful tasty ideas start to form in their mind

This leads to Hazard becoming curious about the other tastes; experimenting with Astrals of all typed and maybe even some animatronics that don’t know how to mind their own business. And what better way to experiment with food then making a diner of your own

Here are the sketch concepts and layouts.

Here are just two of the delectable foods Hazards already made.

Some Gemini pie

And some Moon udon

This au will be more used for au / oc / scenario interactions. As there’s not much of a continuation for this au just the base plot.

The Baker is open for orders

Ask 1 ->

Index

[zyekno]

sketches from when i was meant to be studying :') ogh well

[michelangelosky]

Reasonable Doubt - Mon/Orson, courtroom drama & murder mystery AU

Honorable mention: Lio the GOAT Partagaz tw: crack treated unseriously, sarcasm overload, legal AU no one asked for Read on ao3

Orson leaned back in his white leather chair and imagined the upcoming spectacle in all its many-pixeled splendor: hundreds of holo-cameras and reporters camping outside his office, clamoring, shouting questions over one another, thrusting microphones toward him like fetish sticks to an ancient god. And there he would be: gorgeously, impeccably tailored, greeting her. His face would be on every screen in the world tomorrow. Moisture farmers in Tatooine, celestial power researched on Eadu, nerf herders in the Alderaanian highlands – all of them would know his name. It was, after all, the most high-profile case the nation had ever seen. No sitting Chancellor in the history of the Republic had ever been indicted for murdering a spouse. Mon Mothma, ever the overachiever, had managed to break both the highest glass ceiling in the land and her husband’s skull within a few short years - the latter, allegedly, with an antique Hana star plate she had once given him for their anniversary. Till death do us part, indeed. The HoloPress had already dubbed it the Death Star trial, and tomorrow there he would be, at the red hot center of it. He would issue a brief, noncommittal statement that this was merely a preliminary meeting. He would smile, thank the media for its interest – letting Heert channel their enthusiasm off the record - and usher her inside. How satisfying it would be, after all these years. And maybe, just maybe, to make his revenge perfect, he would deliberately lose this one. But so subtly that even Justice Yoda with his bow-tie brigade would shake his head and say that no one, really, could have won this case. Not even Orson Callan Krennic.

Please read responsibly

[handfuloftime]

@clove-pinks your Niagara Falls post reminded me of this description of the falls by Sir John Franklin, who saw them in 1825:

[They are] the grandest object in Nature. The only feature I have seen which can be compared to them is the immense Iceburg [sic] attached to the shores of Spitzbergen, 1 1/4 miles in length and 300 feet above the water. That, however, is a still scene but at Niagara the mind is overpowered...All other recollections give place to amazement, awe and reverence.

(Quoted in Alfred Friendly, Beaufort of the Admiralty)

[wolfgangsdick]

Love the trope of younger marines seeing sex as gross and yucky cause of their mental conditioning, while older ones see it as a necessary evil thats fine as long as it's kept secret. Cause yeah, sometimes you need a little unsanctioned stress relief that doesn't involve killing something. They're experienced enough to know now that relaxing for a bit isn't gonna make them unfit for duty. But also, don't tell the younger guys, their little minds would not be able to handle knowing that their older brothers fuck.