Goddamn I finally finished this page. Not that it was a difficult page, but a combination of poor time management, a crazy week, and my perfectionism caused this to be delayed. I think it was worth the wait though…
While working on this one I listened to this for about 3 hours straight, and I’m not exaggerating when I say 3 hours. As you can see, I have very refined taste in music. I like to think it helped me get in the mood for this page, you know? Or maybe it killed my brain cells and slowed down production. Whatever it was fun either way.
Peter Quill: His father tells him to his face that he deliberately caused death of his mother because he genuinely fell in love with her, emotions are icky and superflous in grand picture of things; and he had plans to rule the universeTM. Peter then snaps out of his hypnotised state and fights Ego until they blow up Ego’s brain and effectively kill him.
Tumblrinas: Yas, you go my son! Kill that asshole, how dare he do that?! Unforgivable, I am so glad the fucker is dead.
Tony: Is made to watch conveniently unavaliable until that moment traffic cam footage from 1991 that displays in high definition and story convenient angle that his parents were brutally murdered by a brainwashed super soldier who happens to be standing five feet away while his so called team mate is right next to him and after three years is forced to admit that yes he knew that the Winter Soldier killed the Starks. Tony snaps and attacks both of them, to the point where some of us actually thought he might kill them.
Tumblrinas: Bad boy Tony. Go sit in the corner and ponder on why your actions are bad.
A/N: Here is Part 4. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Had to step away from the writing game, due to work and such. I hope you guys enjoy the direction this series is taking. Please let me know what you think! ♥
Other Characters: Steve, Tony
Word Count: 1,302
Warnings: - talk of violence, torture.
Tags: (at the end)
*gifs are not mine.
“Do you trust him?” you whispered to Bucky as you walked down the hall, his metal hand gripped protectively around your own. Since you first spoke to one another, he’d never stopped touching you in any way he could; whether his hand grazed the small of your back to lead you down the never ending hallways, or his fingers were brushing hair from the back of your neck. Each time he touched you, you felt electric bursts flutter across your skin, restarting your heart.
may the bridges i have burned light my way back home
finally finished with my fic for the @pjohoobigbang, with of course tremendous thanks to @falloutside and @percyyoulittleshit for organizing it, to my long suffering and tremendously patient artist, @olympusisbleeding, but most importantly to mari for being sincerely the BEST beta i could have asked for… i don’t think i have to tell you that this fic literally would not have been possible without you, so what i really want to say is thank you for putting up with me and my sporadic writing habits and letting me torture your pure soul with the angst :,)
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start,
anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
In a fit of sudden bravery, Annabeth reaches for her phone and scrolls down, finger hovering above the contact. And then she bites her lip and sets it back down on her dresser, hands on her hips, pacing.
Takes a deep breath, turns, stares at the phone. Reaches for it.
Cinder：Hey, friend, let me rest. Winter：Friend? I fuck you every day, so you think I’m just your friend? Cinder：Otherwise? What kind of identity can you give me? Winter：I’m the first heir of Schnee,
I can let you become Cinder Schnee. Cinder：Come on, your Weiss will kill me. Winter：Weiss? She’s just a 17 year old kid,Why did she kill you?. Cinder：Oh my darling, Because your brain is full of shit Ah ~