You looked up at her from the ground, panting, forehead slicked with sweat, feeling the aching and burning of your muscles as Brienne smiled and turned away, ending your lessons in combat as normal, with you lying on your back, wiped out.
“Better luck tomorrow, Lady Y/N.”
“I bet I could beat you, if I really tried.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Really? Should we give it another go, then?”
After considering the bruises you were already going to sport tomorrow, you reconsidered. “On second thought, I’ll give you a pass for today.”
WELP here’s the project I did for school that I wanna work into a more personal project throughout this summer and in the future as well. I haven’t done a comic in a long time, so there was a lot of experimenting here and I’m gonna apologize ahead for my shaky storytelling cuz writing is not my forte, although I do plan on fixing this up in the future. It’s a sort of prequel to what I wanna do for my zodiac kids, so it was just a lot of messing around with them. Nothing is historically accurate; its psuedo history and fanstasy so hahaHA
Sometimes my brain is a weird, silly place, so I’m sorry for this. But I had this vision of Thanos coming back to Earth and everyone still alive desperately trying to fight him, but backed into a literal corner with no hope of survival. And then, faint at first but getting louder and louder… “Guess who’s back, back again, Shady’s back, tell a friend…”
And Tony and Nebula roll up in a spaceship with their own alien army they blackmailed into their service, because hey, desperate times, and they kick names and take ass, all to the immortal lyrics of Slim Shady because the chorus of that song would fit the situation-“Now, this looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me, cause we need a little controversy, cause it feels so empty without me.” And Tony, Nebula, and their army wreck shit and kill Mr. Scrotum Face, and Tony takes the Soul Stone and releases all the souls that were trapped inside (I don’t know how the stones work, I just watch the MCU then read the fics you guys write to fix everything) and he tells the Spiderboy they are taking a vacay to travel the galaxy with Nebula and the Guardians. “Let’s not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a year.” And he’s in the middle of commandeering Rhodey as his first mate when Captain Sanctimonious huffs over to ask how they’re supposed to take care of the destruction they’re standing in. And Tony says, “Why ask me, Rogers? I thought you were the expert when it came to destroying things,” puts his sunglasses on CSI:Miami style, and moonwalks away.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or a Targaryen!reader x Dany Targaryen reader after khal drogo dies and they comfort each other?”
Incest warning!
{Sorry this is a bit short! It’s been sitting in my drafts for a few months, and I tried to make it longer, but found I couldn’t do much without losing the heart of the story. Hope you enjoy! <3}
She caressed her sister’s cheek fondly, tracing the prominence of her cheekbone with her slender thumb. “Are you ready?”
Daenerys thought for a minute, before nodding softly.
“You’re so strong.” It was a phrase she often repeated, spoken with revere and affection she still did not understand. Y/N had known for years that when Danaerys began to bleed, Viserys would find her a suitor. But the dust had barely settled over his grave when another loss struck them, the loss of Daenerys’ husband: Khal Drogo. Though Y/N had never much cared for the savage horse-lord, she cared for her sister and supported her while she grieved.
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