Mostly a collection of social reblogs, OC art, and cuttlefish. Background from Cryptovolans
Under the cut for bloody makeouts and gross ships
When she was a girl, Varec worshiped the Pale Knight. She dreamed of war and heroism and heard with eagerness the stories of his exploits back in the time of the Gods’ War. She was a proud child, the daughter of a chieftan, and she thought, in her youthful innocence, that she knew all there was to know about good and law and purity.
When she was a woman, Varec worshiped the Flower Child. She had met a woman - the chieftan of a neighboring tribe - whose words were so sweet she brought thousands to her side. Varec knelt before her, as her vassal and as her lover, and together they rode out to conquest.
When she was old, Varec worshiped the Void. Her liege’s armies had fallen around them, and her lover had fled, proving in the end to be nothing more than another cowardly warlord, envious of Amal’s power.
Varec knew then that the only true god in her life was the God of loss.
((HEY. HEY. I SAID PG-13))
Magneto found Charles lying in the snow after the battle. For a moment, he was afraid his old friend was dead, but after a moment, he found a slow, weak pulse. He dug Charles out of the snow, wrapped him in his cloak, and flew south, hoping for shelter.
He found it, in the form of a small cabin. The lock cam open easily under Magneto’s mind, and he carried Charles into the freezing interior.
"Hello?" he called out. Receiving no answer, he found some matches, lit a fire, and laid Charles down in front of it. His old friend seemed deathly pale and cold in the warm light of the fire.
Magneto lay down behind him and arranged his cloak over them. He held Charles close, and prayed to a God he no longer believed in that everything would be all right.
Steve was tied hand and foot, Madame Hydra’s pistol at his head, and he thought that that was going to be it. He shut his eyes and tried to think of Bucky and Peggy and the Avengers … and then he heard a crack, and opened his eyes.
Agent Rumlow was standing over Madame Hydra’s prone body, shaking his fist out. Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding; rescued, at the last minute.
But Rumlow hesitated for a second, looking down at Steve tied up at his feet, and for a moment, Steve didn’t think the SHIELD agent was going to untie him.
Then Rumlow rolled his eyes and made a comment about him always needing help, and cut the ropes.
When Steve found out that Rumlow was undercover for HYDRA, the first thing he asked was, “So why did you save me from Madame Hydra?”
Rumlow sneered. “I didn’t do it for you,” he said. “I did it for the boss. He’s real picky about you. Says no one but him’s allowed to touch you.”
Steve felt a chill run down his spine. “Who are you talking about? If Madame Hydra wasn’t the boss, then who - ?”
But he already knew, and before Rumlow had a chance to answer, he was already turning around, knowing what he’d see, as the Red Skull emerged from the shadows.