Bored, Steve sends badly photoshopped pics of him and Tony to his boyfriend randomly.
Tony, who knows Steve’s skills, responds,
“Steve, I’ve seen the shit you make in photoshop, what even is this. And how did you get Paint on your tablet?”
Steve offended and still bored responds with only one thing:
Even MORE outraged Tony, who is in the middle of an important SI meeting decides that two can play at this game.
He angrily downloads the suckiest painting application onto his phone, and adds in his little (TRUE) edits to the picture:
The response makes Steve smile but him being the little shit he is decides instead of playing nice he will come up with something even more original:
As a final straw, and he can tell Pepper is glaring holes into his head, Tony responds with one last image with a text saying: “guess who’s sleeping on the couch tonight?”
Steve’s response is to add the image collection to his online portfolio Tony had set up for him with a title as “My Greatest Master Piece” and a caption reading “To my beloved Tony who loves and supports me and EVERYTHING I make.”
Needless to say Steve slept on the couch longer than just one night.
First Cassian and Azriel appeared in the doorway. The High Lord’s general and Shadowsinger – and the most powerful Illyrians in history.
“Can he beat you?” – “Hand-to-hand combat? Yes. He’d have to earn it for a change, but he’d win. Cassian is the best warrior I’ve encountered in any court, any land. He leads my armies because of it.”
“I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.”
“I saw Cassian trudging through the mud (…) bastards are given nothing: they find their own shelter, own food. If they survive and get picked to be in a war-band, they’ll be bottom-ranking forever, but recieve their own tents and supplies. But until then he’d stay in the cold.” – “Those mountains,” Azriel added, his face hard as ice,” offer some of the harschest conditions you can imagine.”
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This piece of Cassian-meta is the most beautiful thing ever written. Thank you @highfaelucien, my dear Third, for blessing the world with this.
“Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, ‘Don’t you touch her.’ Mor looked at Azriel – and there was real fear there. Fear – and something else. She didn’t stop moving until she again kneeled beside him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed – but covered her bloody fingers with his own.”