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Steve Rogers & Tony Stark in Avengers Assemble 2.09 "The Dark Avengers"
#marveledit#steverogersedit#captainamericaedit#tonystarkedit#ironmanedit#stevetonyedit#stevetony#stony#superhusbands#steve rogers#captain america#tony stark#iron man#avengers assemble#type: gifs#universe: aa#episode: 2.09 the dark avengers#&#original: gifs#original: aa#one of THE best aa episodes#tony was evil and brainwashed and still had time to flirt with steve#down ATROCIOUS
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Iron Man wasn't a hero, and that's precisely why the Avengers sought so diligently to capture him. But it seemed that the man behind the mask was always a step ahead of them, and their many failures were like good old jokes the villain couldn't get enough of. He was destructive, anarchic and mischievous. Steve knew he had to stop him at all costs before his technology affected more than just their city.
His vision changed in spite of himself when, one day, just as Steve was about to enter a burning building headlong to seek out the last citizens to evacuate, he witnessed the massive Iron Man armor emerge from the flames, holding a small bundle in his arms.
A tiny baby with a soot-stained face, wrapped in a half-burnt blanket, bawling pathetically against the heat and lack of air.
He saw the tiny shifting of the armor as Iron Man cradled the baby, his full attention riveted on this defenseless little being. He saw Iron Man gently place his mettalic fingertip against the baby's lips, so that the toddler could suck on it and soothe himself.
Steve lowered his shield, flabbergasted by the sight. Before his eyes was living proof that his beliefs were wrong: Iron Man was not the monster he'd imagined.
The man in the armor straightened up and turned his head in his direction. "The baby needs help, Cap."
#sim tony stark#evil tony stark#dark tony stark#Steve Rogers#tony stark#stony#steve/tony#steve rogers/tony stark#steve x tony#peter parker#baby peter#baby Peter parker#tony stark has a heart
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Asian media is about people. Western media is about ideas.
#house of the dragon#kinnporsche#media analysis#western media#asian media#the devil judge#marvel#avengers#stony#stucky#arrow#the flash#legends of tomorrow#agents of shield#harley quinn#batwoman#beyond evil#the fame game#maja ma#game of thrones#stranger things#the witcher#the eclipse#not me#between us
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I've been in a writing slump since real life is being a massive bitch, so I wrote evil Steve to cheer myself—enjoy!
Steve/Tony, established relationship
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On Monday, Steve arrived to a mess in his war room. Newspapers and clippings thrown about in haste. Boxes of reports upturned and dumped off their perch on the shelves. The table lying face down on the ground, the chair kicked off to the other side of the ten by ten room. The wall with the connections, carved with blades had been hit with something blunt, repeatedly. It was a wreck. A tornado hellbent on destruction. And in the middle of it all, Tony Stark stood with his shoulders heaving, wearing the shirt he was supposed to wear for their dinner reservation.
"How long?"
Steve didn't answer. Instead, he walked around the scattered information, taking care not to step on the shards of the ceramic bowl that once held candy for the "kids". Tony didn't turn, just stiffened when their fingers brushed. When Steve gently grabbed the hammer from his hand and set it aside.
"New York."
He often compared his lover's rage to an inferno. Rather poetic, that it would be aimed at him one day.
Tony stepped away and slipped. It was only Steve's hand grabbing him by his hip that kept him from falling on the floor. From hurting himself. And hurting Steve by extension.
"How—Why?" Tony snarled and backed away. Steve, magnanimously, let him go. Let him think he could get away. "Who else?"
"Natasha. Wanda. Bruce. Maria. Clint. Sometimes Pepper."
A blink, long and surprised. Hurt.
"Pepper?" His voice broke. Still. Better the truth than lie. And they really wouldn't have gotten anywhere without her. "My Pepper?"
"She wants to protect you."
"Protect-" Tony laughed, smacking his head with the back of his hand. He was stumbling a little. "Protection? You're killing people!"
"Only the ones who get in our way."
"Your way to where?"
Steve tilted his head and assessed the damage. Natasha often accused him of being too unfeeling. Too balanced. But losing control, losing his temper wouldn't make Tony trust him again.
"Justice. Accords were one way to get there. But it was wrong. Too..." He looked for the right word, while also looking at the loose buttons of Tony's collar. He looked ethereal under the dim glow of fluorescent lamps. In his rage and grief. "Restricting."
"And this is better how? How is killing Ross, Fury and god—T'Challa any closer to justice?"
"T'Challa was holding his nation back, Tony. All that tech. Knowledge. How many could they help?"
"Bullshit! The only thing you took from Wakanda is weapons!"
"To fight the war."
"You blew up the WSC! You killed hundreds, Steve!"
"They were necessary sacrifice, Tony. For the greater-"
"Don't!"
Just one word was enough. Steve gulped, a semblance of want rising in his chest at the way his voice echoed in their quiet, sombre getaway apartment. At the way it shook the foundations.
It's why he couldn't let go of Tony. Why he kept hoping he would find out. Why he would find his lover, drag him away to a secluded corner after their missions.
Steve was always accused of being as cold, hard and uncompromising as the ice he was found in. But Tony was the opposite. All fire and rage, blazing warmth of a thousand suns.
Steve wanted to feel that burn against his skin. Wanted Tony to melt the ice as well as his bones.
It was a morbid thought. But maybe also a romantic one.
"I'm leaving."
"Tony-"
"I'm leaving. I'm not coming back. You won't see me. You won't touch me with those hands."
He made a show of bracing himself, of his own stubborn determination. Later, Steve would laugh at it. The way he stumbled and yelped when Steve grabbed his arm.
When he spun him so his back was pressing against his chest. When the ice encircled the fire, to keep it imprisoned.
"No, Tony."
Tony shivered and struggled.
"Steve, what the hell?"
"You're not going anywhere. We're going to talk. You're going to tell me who told you about us. And then we will have our dinner-"
"Let me go. Steve, let me go right now!"
Steve smiled and sighed.
"No, sweetheart. Didn't you hear? Captain Hydra is one crazy bastard."
#stevetony#ficlet#ficlets#fanfic#steve x tony#steve/tony#stony#steve rogers#tony stark#mcu#evil steve#dark steve rogers#evil steve rogers#hydra#captain hydra
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Oh no, the crazy fruits and veggies have escaped! (uncensored on twitter <3)
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thinking about him again 😔 (homewrecker steve)
#no bc homewrecker steve...showing up to pepper and tony's wedding...#y'all i'm having evil thoughts#stony#steve rogers#tony stark#yes this is based off the wedding post i just reblogged but i know next to nothing about 616 leave me alone#anyway tony gets married to pepper with steve's come sliding down his legs okay byeee#marvel
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Love the idea of calling dick ‘bluebird’ in front of his family when you want to see him get flustered <33
Omg omg omg!!!!
You’d had a fight before you’d went to Wayne Manor to see his brothers.
Not a big one, but one enough to the point where he was still lingering in upset even though you’d both forgiven each other.
“Leave it,” his voice is gruff as you move to open your door and you smile- at least he’s talking to you now and not simmering.
“Will you please stop being mad?” You mumble, slotting your fingers between his as you walk to the door. Dick sighs, kissing your forehead.
“I’m not mad, baby.” Except he only calls you baby when he wants to be extra sweet and he’s trying to make up for something.
You just hum, letting him open the door and lead you to the living room where all his brothers are sat.
“Oh trouble in paradise?” Damien asks when you sit beside him and Dick opts for the seat closer to Jason.
Usually you’d be cuddled up right next to each other, being as Damien would phrase it, ‘disgusting and couple-y’ in front of them.
“No,” you say quietly, allowing your mind to run wild a little as you sit beside Damien.
“For what it’s worth, he probably just doesn’t know how to move forward from it as easy as you do.”
You love all of his brothers, but you and Damien had always been the closest so you nod, taking his words for what they are- a comfort.
“Neither do I. But I don’t like fighting.” Damien shrugs and passes you the control for the tv, something that rarely happens because you like watching films in languages none of them can understand.
The first hour of the movie passes smoothly, all of you just waiting for brunch to start and when Alfred calls to you all you perk up.
You’d been plotting how to get Dick to let the argument go all the while half heartedly listening to the Swedish movie playing.
With a plan in mind, you wait for him to put his hand out to you and let him help you up.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” That melts you a little, a familiar name and his soft tone.
“Anything but the strawberries, please baby.” Dick pauses, cheeks flushed a deep red- especially when Jason snickers.
You grin a little at how flustered he gets and Damien only shakes his head. Dick sets about making your fruit bowl for you, skipping on the strawberries.
You kiss his wrist as he sets the bowl down, “Thanks, bluebird.” It’s a little evil, the kiss and the nickname, but you just want him to smile with you again.
Dick sits beside you the same flush as a beetroot and it amuses his brothers. Enough so that Damien fake gags and repeats ‘bluebird’ in a sing-songy voice and Jason mocks a make out.
“I’m trying to be cross with you,” he mutters- affection seeping into each word and you smile.
“And I don’t want you to be, kiss?” He tries to remain stoic and stony but a smile takes over his face when you pucker your lips.
“You’re insufferable.” He presses three kisses against your lips and then starts dishing his own plate.
“You suffer me pretty well, Grayson.” You chew on a cube of melon.
He cuts you a mock glare, “Oh now I’m, ‘Grayson’?”
Jason nods then, chewing on his own fruit, “I thought he was ‘bluebird’?”
Damien can’t resist, “Or even ‘baby’?”
Dick laughs when you glare at both of them, and kisses your temple. “Whatever. Pass me a scone, love?” You say sweetly and he laughs even more.
“That’s better, gorgeous.” Dick passes it to you after he’s cut it open and set some butter and jam in it.
#dickgrayson#dick grayson#dick grayson one shot#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson drabble#dick grayson fanfiction#dick grayson fluff#dick grayson fic#dick grayson blurb#dick grayson x black reader#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x yn#dick grayson x gender neutral reader#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x female!reader
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Topping/domming for cnc is such an autistic thing for me bc I don't have to care if the other person likes it! like its about me, and the things we talked about in advance of course but then in the moment I can focus on my own plans and stop being a FUCKING HIGH MASKING PEOPLE PLEASER!!
I do what i want forever and if other people make microexpressions at me not my problem
YO YES YES YES. In a prenegotiated CNC scene you can finally let loose, stop trying to read another person's body language and facial expressions, and simply EXECUTE THE PLAN! or experiment within certain bounds and let yourself be actually led by your passion and lust, not any concern about placating the other person or getting them off. and from the sub's side, there is no pressure to PERFORM desire or pleasure in any particular way. you can be as dissociated, creepy, distressed-looking, age regressed, or stony faced as you want! its the BEST
i need an evil autistic Dom type to come ravish me and disregard all my nonverbals plzzzzz
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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 –
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 –
affectionate, approving, beaming, bright, brilliant, broad, charming, cheerful, compassionate, dazzling, encouraging, enthusiastic, friendly, gentle, genuine, infectious, innocent, irresistible, placid, playful, pleased, radiant, reassuring, sweet, soft, sunny, tender, warm, welcoming, windsome.
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 –
cold, condescending, cruel, dazed, devilish, dry, enigmatic, evil, feeble, fixed, forced, furtive, grave, grim, haughty, helpless, ingratiating, insolent, ironic, malicious, meek, melancholy, mocking, mournful, mysterious, oily, reluctant, rueful, sarcastic, sardonic, scornful, shy, slight, smug, sober, strained, strange, stony, thin, timid, tremulous, triumphant, ugly, vague, weak, weird, wicked, wistful, wry.
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 –
amused, crooked, knowing, mischievous, quiet, quick, rusty, sudden, vacant.
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 –
chapped, cracked, moist, plump, thin, tight.
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“Together (we will bring the world to its knees.)“
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#Marvel#Stony#Evil Stony!#Superior Iron Man#Hydra Cap#I really love this combination heehee#Hail Evil Stony!!#Non-Chibi practice#Stony Fanart#Marvel Fanart#Fanart
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Was looking in my old drafts and found this. Dunno if I’ll work on it anymore but I thought I’d post what’s been written anyway.
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“A Gargoyle!? Like those stone statue things on Church’s?” The jeep pitched to the left, sending Stiles into Derek’s shoulder. He crashed against him, hard enough to knock some wind from his lungs that yelling wasn’t already doing.
“Yeah those!” Derek yelled back. The jeep pitched to the right and sent Stiles flying into the door, knocking it open. He would have fallen through if Derek hadn’t grabbed at his shirt to pull him back.
Stone-like claws pierced the top of the jeep as the door behind Stiles slammed shut, grappling on the roof like some demon claw game with Stiles and Derek as its prize. “So why the hell is attacking us?” He yelled as Derek tried to unwind the window. The handle broke in his massive hand and Stiles couldn’t help but shoot a look of pure incredulity in his direction.
Derek snarled back and threw the handle onto the floorboard. “I think the more important question is why is it only attacking us?”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
“Look, Stiles!” And for emphasis, Derek grabbed Stiles head and twisted it enough for him see out the front window. Scott and Lydia were hiding behind an open door of Peter’s car while Peter was yelling something at the both of them.
Stiles couldn’t hear any of it though as the claws of the creature scratched along the metal of his jeep. It jostled the entire thing, tires lifting and crashing down on the road they were on, screeching something awful overhead. “You didn’t unearth some ancient evil did you?” Stiles yelled back at Derek and Derek had just enough time to shoot Stiles an irritated look before the window behind him smashed to pieces. “Derek!”
Stiles reached for him just as claws snatched onto Derek’s shoulders. Derek roared as they dug into him and when Stiles grabbed ahold of his hand, he took it and held on. Stiles planted his feet wide on the floor board, trying his hardest to keep Derek inside the cab of the jeep.
He glanced over at Scott and them, wondering breifly why they were just standing there, staring, when he noticed their gazes drifting upward far above where the creature was attacking the roof of the jeep. It must have meant there was more of them, but how many he couldn’t be certain. Not inside fighting to hang on to Derek.
Derek’s grip on Stiles’ arm started to slip and Stiles suspected he was doing it on purpose. Some self sacrificing thing to keep Stiles safe while he was pulled away by monsters. “No!” Stiles yelled, directed more at Derek than anything else.
Then the jeep began to rise off the ground and Stiles knew they were truly fucked. He gripped Derek’s arm with both hands, fingers struggling to hold on as he dug them into Derek’s flesh. The jeep was too far up in the air for a safe landing now and Stiles was determined to hang in there. If they were going to take Derek, they’d better damn well take him and the jeep too.
The window behind Stiles bursted, shards flying along his back and one stony claw slashed at Stiles’ shoulder. It was enough to force him to let go of Derek, pain flaring instantly as he cried out.
“Stiles!” Derek yelled as he was yanked from the jeep and before Stiles could have a moment to react, to protect himself or brace himself from the fall, the jeep crashed back down to earth and smashed against the road.
Stiles blacked out the moment the jeep the ground.
#Sterek#ficlet#not sure where I was going with it#sometimes I just like to write scenes#stiles Stilinski#Derek hale
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Medusa's Gaze (#6 in my "Quest for the Gorgon Head" series)
Part6:
With his winged sandals, Perseus flies over the sea finally coming to the barren lands of the three Gorgon sisters; the immortals- Stheno and Euryale, and the mortal sister-Medusa. Passing amongst the stony victims of animals and mortals alike, he stealthily descends deep into their lair where they sleep. Using Athena’s shield as a mirror, and invisible due to hades helmet, he quietly floats over to Medusa, rising his Adamantine sickle high for the death stroke. But she hears him! She awakes in rage, unleashing the full terrible power of her gaze upon the intruder!
In the oldest, archaic representations of the gorgon in Greek art (tombs, coins, breastplates, rooms,) the frightening head seems to function as an “apotropaic” symbol (protective amulet) to ward off evil, known as a “Gorgoneian". A fascinating aspect of the portrayal of the gorgon head in Ancient Greek art is that she uniquely portrayed as front facing, strikingly meeting the viewer’s gaze head on. While most other God’s and mortal character’s faces and bodies are shown in side profile views.
there are multiple sources for the stories involving Medusa. In Homer’s Odyssey, the gorgon is vaguely referred to as a frightening head from the underworld. In Hesiod's "Theogany,”(700 B.C. Greece)he increases the number to three sisters, with Medusa being a monster from birth who willingly lays with Poseidon, and resides in the far lands with her Gorgon sisters. It's not until 700 years later, in the Roman Poet Ovid's "Metamorphosis" (8 A.D.) that Medusa is completely reinvented as a beautiful mortal, and chaste priestess of Athena, who, after being raped by Poseidon in Athena’s temple, is cruelly cursed by Athena with snake for hairs and a stony gaze, and then exiled.
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ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ - ＰＵＲＥ ＨＥＤＯＮＩＳＭ - PART 2 🔞
- 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟼: 𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚍 -
heat level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (It's Smut with a Plot)
content warnings: simdick, choking, graphic depictions of gay sex, I'm literally warning you now!!
Forward: This scene is something that I wanted to write anyway for the main plott eventually, and the PG-13 parts will end up popping up again in the main storyline - but for Valentines smut sake I thought it would be fun to jump ahead and take way farther than reasonably necessary. Godspeed. Don't say I didn't warn you.
PART ONE: ( The One with the Plott, Rating PG )
PART TWO: ( The One with the Smut, Rating R )
~ continued from part 1 ~
Leanne nodded a goodnight to her boys and left the room as wordlessly as she entered it.
They might have taken the time to actually notice her departure if their eyes weren't fiercely locked on one another, both mentally preparing for the battle to come.
"Valerian, you're overreacting again."
"Kindly explain how."
"You're sure you want to do this right now?"
"I'm not afraid of you darling."
Ask any couple about the secret to a long happy relationship and they'll likely explain the importance of communication and compromise.
Sure, the two had their fair share of arguments and disagreements over the years, especially when it came to raising their baby girl-
-but they communicated and compromised just as much as any successful normal domestic relationship.
The only caveat: their communication and compromise skills often presented themselves in more… explosive manner.
And it was at this point as Chad studied Val's practiced stony expression that an idea started to take shape.
Tonight, he wasn't going to compromise.
Oh no, Tonight he was going to 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢.
Chad rested his forehead against Val's temple, looking up at him like a fox playing with it's next meal.
"We don't have to make it into a big deal, just some friends and family on the beach."
"I don't have friends."
"You'd get to dress up, Sexy lil suit, Sunny can be our flower girl... I'd only have a few demands."
"Demands?" Val studied him, attempting to predict his partner's next move. It was like a mental game of chess, but if all the pieces spelled out 'this man is going to eat you.'
“I want a cake animation that doesn't work, flowers we forget to use-“
“Okay, fine.”
“I want to try that mod that lets HANSEL walk down the aisle with a bouquet”
“Maybe.”
"And I want Poppy there."
"No."
"I want 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 to walk me down the aisle."
"I said no."
Chad snaked his arms around Valerian's waist, pulling him to his hips, effectively closing any distance between them that might have led Val to believe he was getting out of this easily.
"I believe is what you actually meant to say is 'Yes Chad. Whatever you want my darling.'"
"You're delusional if you think I'm going to let that woman anywhere near my happiness. She would just poison it like she poisons everything good in her life."
"You're just mad because she read you like a book. I do the same thing Val."
"Yes, but I actually like you."
"Mmm, yes, I can tell." Chad slowly starting to grind his hips against Val's thigh, slipping two fingers into the waistband of his joggers and giving them a quick 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱.
Val's eyes darkened again as they fought, rain against fire- Chad smile grew as he observed his favorite little cracks starting to form on Val's evil mask of concentration.
Yes, the Agent decided, this was going to be quite fun for him indeed.
"You're being ridiculous-"
"Then tell me to stop." Any lightness in Chad's tone had been completely lost, leaving only a deep predatory growl in its place.
Val raised a hand to protest, his partner snatching it from the air without breaking eye contact, holding him close. Chad continued on in his low growl, "But know this 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. If you concede, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗻."
"Those rules hardly seem fair."
Val's demeanor had retained it's cool quality so far, but the cracks in his facade were growing deeper and more fractured.
Through the gaps between the pieces, Chad could see his beautifully soft overgrown edgelord, and feel the prize for all his coercing stiffen against his leg.
He slowly brought Val's captured wrist to his lips, keeping a dedicated eye on the man's face. Chad wanted to watch his favorite part of their little dance.
Mouth met it's target as tongue tasted heartbeat- villainous mask falling to the ground, leaving Val vulnerable once more.
His heart, which Val professed died long ago, was beating deliciously faster than the man wanted to let on. Persona broken, Chad earned an involuntary shiver from his beautiful, overzealous, and positivity fucked supervillain.
"Oh my love, you know I never play fair."
( concluded on Pillowfort - explicit content ahead 🔞 )
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NLP's Mini Stories
Chapter 5
The Forever Kind
Summary
Sometimes having two soulmates isn't worth it.
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There’s frost spreading through where their hands meet. He might not be able to see it. But it leeches off every bit of warmth his body has to offer and yells at him with a shrill, raucous lilt. It’s not unheard of—having more than one soulmate. But Tony has never heard of a bond that sings of ice and blood. That terrifies someone, instead of making them feel loved and safe. That reminds them of cold nights in the desert, the darkness of space and the betrayal of a friend—all at once.
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#evil bucky#winteriron#stony#stevetony#buckytony#soulmate#soulmate au#ao3#archive of our own#ficlet#mcu fic#mcu#steve rogers#tony stark#james buchanan barnes#dark bucky barnes
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Monster Spotlight: Vexenion
CR 6
Chaotic Evil Large Outsider
Adventure Path: Return of the Runelords: It Came From Hollow Mountain, pg. 86-87
These nauseating creatures are one of the more outwardly repulsive breeds of Qlippoth, and were engineered by the Qlippoth Primordial Yamasoth (some pretty hefty body horror in that first link, by the way) as both weapons of terror against demons and guardians of his lairs and laboratories. Though they cannot starve, they share a similar affliction as their qlippothic cousins, the Nyogoth, in that they are still able to feel a nigh-insatiable hunger for flesh which drives them to forever hunt. The only time they're not eating is when they're resting, during which time they fold into themselves and manifest a Stony Form shell of solid rock over their bodies, camouflaging themselves as boulders, pillars, or cave walls until they awaken... or catch sight of something delectable.
Unfortunately for anyone who's ambushed by a rock suddenly erupting into a tentacled flesh mass, the personality of the Vexenion is far worse than that of a Nyogoth. While a Nyogoth is primarily concerned with eating as quickly as possible and dislikes any small-talk that gets between them and their food, Vexenion (which I'll be shortening to Vexen from now on) are chatty and curious, two things you don't want when encountering something with 100ft of telepathy and no reason not to use it. Single-minded in their love of eating, these qlippoth enjoy asking their potential victims about their favorite flavors and meals and explaining its own love of cuisine even as it's digesting them alive.
Don't view this as some adorable, childish trait, though, Vexen are well aware of how unpleasant this is for its victims. They do it on purpose to mislead creatures into thinking they're less dangerous than they actually are, to make victims think they're childish horrors rather than intelligent and strangely charismatic (17 Cha?!) hunters. There is no distracting these creatures with talk of food and discussions of meals past, it's using this chatter as an intimidation and distraction tactic, as even demons are upset by the qlippoth's vivid descriptions of how delicious their skin is as it tears sheets of it off their body. This is a trait deliberately engineered into them by Yamasoth to make fighting them painful both physically AND mentally.
And speaking of physical pain, the primary offense of a Vexen is simple: A quartet of beating tentacles. These tendrils deal 1d6+3 damage with every strike, and can Grab any unlucky creature they hit. Any unlucky creature pinned after being Grabbed can be Absorbed by the horror as a swift action, the victim taking 2d6 Acid damage every round until they break free or die. Whenever a creature dies from this absorption, all the flesh on its body is consumed and its skeletal remains are instantly regurgitated from the qlippoth's oozing body in a nauseating display... which restores 3d6 HP to the thing. Between the relatively low damage and the low AC and HP of its innards (13 and 7, respective, though even its innards are protected by its DR 5/Cold Iron and Lawful), the Vexen is all but incentivizing it to use one of its tentacles to grab any small, weak creatures which may be nearby whenever it Full-Attacks, wasting a bit of damage but assuring it has a quick snack at the ready if it can't absorb anything more substantial. A Vexen can only have one creature Absorbed at a time regardless of its size, so it's easier to just snatch up a squirrel, rabbit, bird, or unconscious party member to reap the benefits of its heal and just save eating the rest of the party for when they're KO'd from the tentacle beating.
Those tentacles do more than just beat people up, though. Vexen have some serious Tentacular Versatility--which is a hell of an ability name--which allows them to trade offense for speed or defense. As a swift action at the start of their turn, they can give up one or more of their tentacle attacks for the round to either increase their walk and climb speeds (30ft base) by 5ft per mobility tentacles, or give themselves a +1 dodge bonus to their AC (19 base) per defensive tentacle. This isn't as much of a sacrifice as you might think, because a Vexen doesn't have its target within its 20ft threat radius (10ft space/10ft reach), there's no downside to it sacrificing three of its tentacle attacks to increase its speed or AC and using Vital Strike to augment the remaining tentacle to do 2d6+3 damage.
At a range, Vexen can launch Acid Arrows 3/day to soften up or kill distant targets, which gives it an offensive option even if it uses all four of its tentacles for mobility or defense. It's also got Slow 1/day to more a whole party with a stagger, which is one of its potential openers upon emerging from its stony hiding place (as it's also staggered for a round after erupting from its Stony Form), the other being the 2d4 rounds of sickness caused by it unleashing its Horrific Appearance upon the party and making them believe they're already surrounded by its disgusting flabs of boneless flesh.
Between Slow and sickness, it's almost insulting to find out just how resilient these bastards are! They've got SR 17 to repel magic, 10 Resistance to Fire and Electricity while also being utterly immune to Cold and Acid! On top of that, they're utterly immune to ALL mind-affecting effects. Physically, they're protected by DR 5/Cold Iron and Lawful... and both All-Around Vision and Amorphous, so they cannot be flanked or affected by precision damage or critical hits. Despite the seemingly low damage of their attacks, their gooey bodies resist just about everything, giving them plenty of time to ensnare a delicious morsel and beat up everything else to save for later.
By 'later' I of course mean 'in about five minutes.'
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