Thanos Gets Left On A Remote Planet

Thanos gets left on a remote planet

Some time later a ship full of refugees from a neighboring solar system land o the planet

At first he avoids them, there are rumors of a giant purple guy in the woods

He has been alone for so long, he misses his family, has had time to contemplate why in the world they would spare him

He's been changing

Eventually he gets injured, badly, he can't get home, maybe he thinks this is it, the end he deserves, but, a hunting party/group of kids/foraging group, finds him, they take him back to the village

The village works together to help this stranger

He doesn't speak, doesn't have the strength to resist their kindness either, doesn't know if he could bring himself too, he knows he should, that he doesn't deserve their help

He agrees to help out around the village to pay them back for their kindness

He's big and he's strong and the people appreciate his help, try to get to know him and befriend him

He's damn tempted but tries to keep his distance, without being rude ofcourse, he's done enough harm

A cute scene where he helps teach a kid something

A girl, a love, her family welcoming him with open arms, shaking and crying as he confesses to her what he's done, who he's been, she still loves him, now, he can still deserve happiness

Children, a house and home, friends and neighbors, and nights out and laughter and joy

After years of healing, living, and loving

His past comes calling

The avengers have a problem, he has knowledge no one else does

They come expecting a fight, probably to finish him off for good after this

But they find the village, a couple of kids show him where to find the big purple man

The avengers have no idea what's happening, they're offered tea

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.

These are freaking epic

I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

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She's secretly and Irish spy

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Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"