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Gwyn ap Nudd

"True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys." ~ Yukio Mishima ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Richard Armitage

AGE: Timeless

EYES: Black

HAIR: Black, wavy, and usually hanging loose almost down to his shoulders.

HEIGHT: 6'2

PRIMARY OUTFIT: It's usually black and it's usually leather. Gwyn is a king and prefers to dress the part. His clothes always look hand-tailored and have a subtle elaborateness to them - obviously expensive without being gaudy.

Personality

In three words - ruthless, cruel, and clever. Gwyn is one of the faeries the old tales warn about. He cares for nothing and no one beyond himself. Any indication of otherwise is merely a tool to get what he wants. And he ALWAYS gets what he wants.

Powers & Weaknesses

Gwyn is probably one of my most powerful muses. His magic makes him capable of doing countless things - summoning objects from nothing, controlling the weather, moving things with a mere gesture, altering his appearance with a simple thought. The list goes on.

He has the weaknesses of a typical fae (such as iron) but has gone to great lengths to protect himself from them. When assassinations are something he deals with on an almost daily basis, he has to be prepared for anything.

Romance

Romance isn't going to happen with Gwyn. Sex, maybe - but this isn't a person who's capable of 'falling in love.' The most you might be able to hope for is mutual respect... but that's almost just as impossible.

Where to Find Him

Gywn doesn't care for the human world. If your muse finds him, it will likely be by accident (unless he has a reason to be looking for your muse.) He also rarely leaves Wales. So, the best place to happen across him is in the wilds and woods of his homeland.

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

I have a lot of verses where Gwyn plays the villain to Gelert's hero. So any verse that exists for Gelert, will likely exist for Gwyn, too, in some way or another.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Gwyn isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

None at the Moment

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Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

PLEASE BE AWARE! Gwyn is a cruel and dangerous creature. I WILL NOT alter who he is in order to 'play nice.' DO NOT approach me for an RP unless your are 100% okay with VERY dark themes. He has NO QUALMS about killing, raping, and/or torturing your muse. The best way to write with him is via HEAVY plotting. If you want to try without it, we can. If things feel like they're about to get dark, I'll only give you one OOC warning so we can attempt to plot/RP around it if you want. But that one warning is ALL you'll get.

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Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

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I might do scribbles for Generic RPG!verse when I get home

Lemme know what you guys wanna see? .u.

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★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? “Hanzo Hasashi. Formerly known as Scorpion.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? "HANZO HASASHI.” (slightly irked as his voice gravels) 

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? "Hanzo originates from Hattori Hanzō, who was a famous samurai with a nickname of Oni no Hanzō (鬼の半蔵, Demon Hanzō). Tales of Hattori's exploits often attributed various supernatural abilities, such as teleportation, psychokinesis, and precognition, and while I do not possess the exact supernatural abilities, I suppose the predecessor’s name fits with my own pyrokinetic and teleportation abilities. I became a highly skilled killer for the Shirai Ryu and earned the nickname "Sasori" - Japanese for Scorpion. I had fought for the honor of the Grandmaster and the Shirai Ryu clan itself and was considered one of the clan's best by age 32. While I am not proud of serving as Netherrealm’s specter, I still hold high regard and honor for my title as Sasori.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Widowed, and taken” (verse dependent)

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? "I am commonly associated with hellfire, as I am able to manipulate and handle fire to my liking. I am immune to the element, and I also can teleport and can activate this ability without doing a gesture but by doing a mere thought instead, often used in the form of surprise or ambush attacks. I am also well-versed in the art of armed combat. For I have wielded various weapons throughout the tournaments, from axes to the most recent twin Ninjato. My most character-defining weapon is the chained spear, a kunai attached to a sturdy rope, representing Scorpion's "stinger". At times, the spear is empowered with hellfire for more power. From years of training, I have gained an ability to burn away my flesh, revealing a fiery skeleton that can phase through physical matter and burn, which adds to the healing factor that can regenerate all of the flesh I burnt away. I can also manipulate wind to create a maelstrom of hellfire.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? "Dark brown, they often have tendency to become pupiless when I am using pyromancy.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? "No. I have had no reason to do so.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? "They are all deceased and taken away from me.” (the intimidating penetration of his eyes saturate with melancholic sadness) 

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? "I have my stray cats as my emotional comfort and solace.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. "Ninja Mime series.” (there is a visible appalling displeasure etched on his forehead)

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? "Besides training, sparring and meditating, I like to endeavor in my artistic pursuits, such as calligraphy, painting and writing. I also like to read and swim.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? "Countless times, both physically and emotionally, unfortunately.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? "I have caused enough sanguine flood that would break my heart, and knowing it was I who caused it.... It causes indescribable pain and regret.”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? "A big cat, something like a tiger or a leopard.”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “I can come across as unyielding, intimidating and am quick to anger. I do not know if this could be constituted as my worst habit, but my severe depression could make me exceedingly moody and unpredictable.”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? "If I had any sense of sensibility, then I would say I definitely do.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “I am bisexual.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “I suppose living on its own is better than any education one can get by attending school. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s what I have learned through enduring tragedies after tragedies and learning not to break and crumble under unbearable pressure of living.”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY "The echoes of my dead wife and child still rings in that very blood-drenched temple. I do want to sustain a family, marry and have a halcyon life that would mend my broken bones and blueprint and foundation, but I still fear that I would cave in beneath bouts of panic and terror of losing my loved ones again....”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? "With all the wrongdoings I have committed, I sincerely doubt I have any. I do have fans that I occasionally paint on, if you are referring to those kind of fans.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? "Regression, living once again beneath the name of vengeance, as a hellish spectre, as a Fire Demon, and the loss of my loved ones.”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? "I am almost always in my battle garment, consisting of many layers of silk-cotton blend and leather straps, along with protective guards. If I am not training or sparring, I like to wear simple Yukata and monochromatic garments with yellow and red accents.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “I suppose my heart aches for someone, but I doubt it would go reciprocated.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? "I would like to think I am humble, but I do not think that it really applies to my lifestyle whatsoever.”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? "There are only handfuls I consider true friends. Kenshi Takahashi is definitely one among a few I sincerely treasure, along with Kuai Liang, a more recently-developed friendship I was fortunately be a part of, and Takeda Takahashi, though I consider him more as my protégé.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? "I like to bake them and indulge them occasionally.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK? "Tea and sake.”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? "The Fire Gardens, its multitudes of planes of existence, both alive and dead, somehow soothes and quells my mind, as does the effulgent exuberence of the life sustained in the most lush ways possible. I would not imagine myself with the Shirai Ryu Temple, formidable and erect once again.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? "Yes.” (his voice trails wistfully.....) 

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? "I would rather not divulge such an intimate and private manner. However intrusive this inquiry is, I shall divulge for the sake of maintaining confidentiality. All I can say is that it is on the larger side compared to the average.” (he’s around 6 inches when erect.)

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? "In the lake, there is a naturally formed lake in the outskirts of the Fire Gardens. I swim frequently there when the weather accommodates for such leisure.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? "I suppose I gravitate towards those who are mature, in a good moral standing, honorable and respectable with discipline and kindness in their personality.”

34. ANY FETISHES? "I like to initiate and be in control.”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? "Mostly top and dominant.”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? "Mostly indoors, I suppose I am a ‘homebody’ according to Takeda, but I do appreciate nature in all forms, and would like to spend more time in it.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? "Some questions were rather invasive and blatantly inappropriate, but I enjoyed most of them pleasantly.”

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THE SHAPE OF WATER. early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines.record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD. a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. (verse dependent) cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound. being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art. obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST. typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abusing power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles.suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR. never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches. small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. allied chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI. severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates. nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse. bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks. assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all. smoke rising from a crash. sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead. the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise. primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT. deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD. california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the ups and downs of adolescence. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers. thrift stores. high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. bruises gained unknowingly. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality

[thebeethathums]

An Adventure - 7

Bilbo Baggins x Reader

Elrond emerged from some far off hall as they were eating, the dwarves examining the food they’d been given disdainfully as they conversed in hushed tones. Gandalf looked to him in a silent question and the elven Lord gave a slight nodded and offered, “It will heal nicely. I have left her to clean up and change clothes, though I believe she will have some trouble. Arwen, would you please check on our guest?”

“Of course, Adar.”

The young elf knocked lightly on your door, opening it when she heard a call from inside. She found you fully clean and dressed but struggling with the long impossibly tangled locks that fell down your back in a wet clump. She quickly assessed that you couldn’t bring your arm up far enough to run the comb through them and you were grumbling under your breath about how you should just cut it all off.

She hummed in amusement and you turned to see who could possibly have come to check on you, blushing red when your eyes landed on her, “I see I have made my host wait long enough that he sends his own daughter to assure my well being. Give me just a moment and I will return to him with you.”

She looked you over as you struggled to pull your hair into a sad excuse for a bun. There was no doubt that you were part elf in the flowing dress her father had given you as it accentuated your fair skin and elegant form.

Short you may be, due to your father's dwarfish genes, but stocky you were not. It was like you were an elf that just ceased to grow at a certain point in her childhood, leaving you with long and elegant limbs and slender shoulders.

She stepped forward and stopped your hands, “Allowing you to leave with your hair in such a state does your beauty a disservice. Please let me aid you with your burden.”

You blushed but didn’t protest as she directed you toward a chair and, once you were sitting, began the task of fixing the tangled mess. She brushed it back gently as she began, revealing your delicately pointed ears, “Ah so you are Peredhel.”

You sighed bitterly, “That is the nicest way of putting it, yes.” She wondered what you meant but did not press further as she sensed it was a sore topic for you.

A short while later you trailed along behind her on your way to where your group was eating, as Arwen’s skilled hands had made quick work of your matted hair. She went ahead of you onto the balcony when the pair of you reached it as you paused hesitantly before venturing forward to follow her.

Elrond couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at his lips as all eyes turned to look you over, “It would seem you found our friend well, my daughter, as you were not absent long.”

Arwen gave her father a slight nod and mischievous smile, “So it would seem, Adar. She only needed some help with her hair to which I gladly obliged.”

Bilbo’s jaw hung open, much to the amusement of his dwarven cohorts, particularly Fili and Kili who were having trouble stifling snickers.  You held yourself with grace but kept your eyes on the floor, uncomfortable with your current state of dress and uneasy with displaying your elven-like traits so openly.

The dress you wore flattered your form and brought out your eyes with subtle tones of purple and silver and your step was light and made only the softest of sounds in the matching flats that encased your feet. Arwen had outdone herself with your hair doing it up in full elven style with countless braids going this way and that through a mass of loose natural curls that fell freely down your back, leaving your pointed ears exposed.

Gandalf gave a small knowing smile, remembering your passionate hatred for dresses as you thought them entirely impractical, “My dear, come join us. Surely some food and drink shall do you more good than bad.”

You bypassed the tables where the dwarves sat, much to Bilbo’s dismay, and found a chair next to your mentor, forever by his side as an apprentice should be. You bowed gracefully to your host before offering, “Imladris is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, my Lord. It is truly a gift to be able to see it and I thank you for your hospitality.”

Elrond examined you closely, “Few Peredhel choose to come here if their elven parent chose to live among mortals.”

You gave a slight nod, “My mother may have chosen that path but her heart never left these halls, she spoke of it and you often in my childhood.” Gandalf rested a hand on your shoulder reassuringly and gave you a proud smile to which you returned a small, shy one, embracing your mother’s elven genes was not something you often did.

Elrond had questions that he dare not ask for fear of offending you, so you let your betters speak as you took in your surroundings, observing as always. Balin noticed that Bilbo’s eyes never left you and he nudged the young hobbit, “Quite a transformation from the clever little tomboy that camps with us each night isn’t it?”

Bilbo shook his head, trying to keep from staring any further, “Yes quite. If it weren’t for her height, I’d say she looked as though she belonged here, among the beautiful things of elves.”

“I doubt she sees it that way, laddie, in fact, I think our host’s attentions make her quite uncomfortable.” Balin offered, inclining his head in the direction of your fidgeting hands under the table that, from their angle, were clearly visible.

Balin was more right than he could have guessed as a moment later you caught the attention of Fili and Kili and inconspicuously pulled a face, to which they chuckled and then returned even more grotesque and odd faces very openly, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

Your host raised an eyebrow at the noise and you offered quiet apologies, waiting until he was no longer paying attention to you to return your own contorted face. They and a few other dwarves who were now watching erupted into loud laughter and when Gandalf looked at you, you feigned innocence.

The next time you looked up your eyes locked with Bilbo's and you sent him a small, shy smile, which he returned before Gloin flicked his ear, “If you think the young maiden fair you should tell her so.”

Bilbo startled, shaking his head, “What? I don’t- I mean she is but- I couldn't- she's-“

The dwarves erupted into laughter at his complete befuddlement just a Thorin excused himself from your table. You looked after him, feeling as though you shouldn't have returned or at least continued to cover your ears. Despite your doubts, you couldn’t help but join in a moment later when Bofur began to sing from atop a chair, your lips soundlessly mouthing the words to the merry tune as a wide grin crossed your face.

Elrond didn’t notice until you allowed your voice to join theirs in the last verse and as it finished, he commented, “Your voice rings out true and beautiful, a gift of your elven parentage I'm sure. If only you would put it to use singing something other than boisterous dwarven chants.”

You blushed a soft shade of pink, “A fair voice can be used for many things and still carry the same quality my Lord and, though my voice is not something I often share, in my time I have sung both the gentlest of elven songs and the roughest of bar rhymes for one without the other greatly diminishes one’s appreciation for each. Now if you’d please excuse me, I’m feeling rather tired.”

Gandalf gave a small smirk at your wise answer as Elrond gave you a farewell nod and watched you almost float away, “Your apprentice is quite something, Gandalf, wise beyond her years and able to slip between worlds with ease, where ever did you find her?”

Gandalf offered his host a secretive smile, “Sometimes the most valuable of gems is found in the lowest and darkest of places Elrond, I can offer nothing more for her tale is not mine to tell.”

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#《 ★ 》 MCU VERSE

As punishment for angering his stepfather one too many times, a young Jim Kirk was sent to the Earth colony on Tarsus IV, where he lived happily for a year. But at the end of the first year, a famine fell over the planet, sending the colony into a frenzy. There simply wasn’t enough food to go around and the settlers were starving. Jim did his best to protect the younger children who stayed with him, but he could only do so much. When matters were beginning to look utterly hopeless to the young teen, that’s when it happened.

[ CONTAINS INFINITY WAR SPOILERS ]

A Titan named Thanos came to Tarsus IV with a solution. He was a friend of Governor Kodos, he said. He and Kodos had a plan to save them all. The remaining survivors were sorted into two groups. Unbeknownst to them, the survivors had been separated based on strength and likelihood of survival. Those who were stronger and more likely were allowed to live. Those who were weaker and less likely were to be executed.

Jim remembers the look on the governor’s face. Cold, unfeeling. Yet Kodos looked to the Titan as though in approval. It was then that Jim realized Thanos was the mastermind behind this atrocity. In his grief and anger, the young boy began to charge at the Titan, only to be stopped by a young child survivor, who gripped his hand tightly and sobbed. As he angrily watched the Titan depart, he vowed one day he would stop him.

Fast forward a decade and a half later, and Jim the captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Aboard the Enterprise, Jim leads his crew across the galaxies to explore new worlds, discover new lifeforms and civilizations, and to boldly go where no one has gone before.

However, at some point, he is separated from his crew and falls through a wormhole in his shuttle and ends up in a different part of space. As he floats aimlessly, his shuttle low on power, he’s rescued by a group who call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. He’s never heard of them and they’ve never heard of Starfleet or the Federation, but they decide to let him tag along with them.

[ NOTE: Most plots can stem from this point. Jim could travel with the Guardians for an indeterminate amount of time or he could find his way to their Earth ( which is not the same as his )and meet the Avengers, etc. Everything that follows this point is specific to Infinity War. ]

When they take Asgard’s prince, Thor, aboard after the destruction of his ship, he recounts the tale of his journey, of what brought him there. And one name shakes Jim to his core. Thanos. Thanos had commandeered the Asgardian ship and murdered Thor’s brother and most of the civilians aboard. The Titan was in search of six infinity stones which would give him all of the power of the universe. Enough power for him to massacre every world as he’d done so on Tarsus IV and countless others.

As the group split into two, one in search of a weapon to kill Thanos and one headed to the Titan himself, Jim stayed with the latter. Thanos would pay for what he’d done, one way or another. Jim preferred to see his destruction sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, when they reached Knowhere, Thanos was able to defeat them and take Gamora back to Titan, coercing her to disclose the location of the Soul Stone. Following Thanos to Titan, the remaining Guardians ran into Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Doctor Strange, who were also there to stop Thanos’s plan. Together, they formulate a plan to put an end to Thanos’s reign once and for all.

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#《 ★ 》 mcu verse

As punishment for angering his stepfather one too many times, a young Jim Kirk was sent to the Earth colony on Tarsus IV, where he lived happily for a year. But at the end of the first year, a famine fell over the planet, sending the colony into a frenzy. There simply wasn’t enough food to go around and the settlers were starving. Jim did his best to protect the younger children who stayed with him, but he could only do so much. When matters were beginning to look utterly hopeless to the young teen, that’s when it happened.

[ CONTAINS INFINITY WAR SPOILERS ]

A Titan named Thanos came to Tarsus IV with a solution. He was a friend of Governor Kodos, he said. He and Kodos had a plan to save them all. The remaining survivors were sorted into two groups. Unbeknownst to them, the survivors had been separated based on strength and likelihood of survival. Those who were stronger and more likely were allowed to live. Those who were weaker and less likely were to be executed. 

Jim remembers the look on the governor’s face. Cold, unfeeling. Yet Kodos looked to the Titan as though in approval. It was then that Jim realized Thanos was the mastermind behind this atrocity. In his grief and anger, the young boy began to charge at the Titan, only to be stopped by a young child survivor, who gripped his hand tightly and sobbed. As he angrily watched the Titan depart, he vowed one day he would stop him.

Fast forward a decade and a half later, and Jim the captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Aboard the Enterprise, Jim leads his crew across the galaxies to explore new worlds, discover new lifeforms and civilizations, and to boldly go where no one has gone before.

However, at some point, he is separated from his crew and falls through a wormhole in his shuttle and ends up in a different part of space. As he floats aimlessly, his shuttle low on power, he’s rescued by a group who call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. He’s never heard of them and they’ve never heard of Starfleet or the Federation, but they decide to let him tag along with them. 

[ NOTE: Most plots can stem from this point. Jim could travel with the Guardians for an indeterminate amount of time or he could find his way to their Earth ( which is not the same as his ) and meet the Avengers, etc. Everything that follows this point is specific to Infinity War. ]

When they take Asgard’s prince, Thor, aboard after the destruction of his ship, he recounts the tale of his journey, of what brought him there. And one name shakes Jim to his core. Thanos. Thanos had commandeered the Asgardian ship and murdered Thor’s brother and most of the civilians aboard. The Titan was in search of six infinity stones which would give him all of the power of the universe. Enough power for him to massacre every world as he’d done so on Tarsus IV and countless others.

As the group split into two, one in search of a weapon to kill Thanos and one headed to the Titan himself, Jim stayed with the latter. Thanos would pay for what he’d done, one way or another. Jim preferred to see his destruction sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, when they reached Knowhere, Thanos was able to defeat them and take Gamora back to Titan, coercing her to disclose the location of the Soul Stone. Following Thanos to Titan, the remaining Guardians ran into Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Dr. Strange, who were also there to stop Thanos’s plan. Together, they formulate a plan to put an end to Thanos’s reign once and for all.

[a-demon-within]

Full name

Ichiro Kazue

Preferred name/nickname

(For Ichiro) - Ichiro is just fine.

(For Kazue) - “that asshole”, “dick”, “jerk”, anything negative and directed towards him specifically.

Generally referred to as

(Ichiro) “Ichi”.

(Kazue) “Kaz”

Appearance.

FACECLAIM: I only have a faceclaim for Ichiro for now, and I doubt there’s an accurate looking bunny monster from a movie that looks exactly like Kazue.

Anyway, Ichi’s faceclaim is Takeru Satoh, or Satoh Takeru. I don’t know which way his name goes because he’s one of Japan’s hottest young men.

SEX: Male HEIGHT: (Ichiro) 5′4                    (Kazue) Around 6′8 to maybe around 7′1 WEIGHT: (Ichiro) 130.5 lbs             (Kazue) 168.4 lbs BUILD: Both are pretty toned and slim. HAIR: (Ichiro) His black hair is usually about shoulder length long, for a male. He doesn’t really groom himself, so it’s usually messy. But it’s still nice to touch, because of the shampoo and conditioner he uses.

(Kazue) He is covered head to toe in black and brown fur, like that of a rex rabbit. It sticks outward instead of inward, creating a nice blankety feel through the fingers. Very warm, despite his crude personality! SKIN: (Ichiro) Has a beautiful shade of peach skin that’s very soft to the touch. Not as soft as Kaz’s fur, though!

(Kazue) Nobody knows what his skin is like under his fur. EYES: (Ichiro) He has almond-shaped hazel eyes. They have a curious, almost child-like glint about them...

(Kazue) Red, glowing eyes. The pupils are that of a lizard’s slits for pupils when he’s pissed. Any other time, however; they just look like glowing red rabbit eyes. MOUTH: (Ichiro) He has a model’s lips. Like, someone would pay to have his lips... And he has them naturally. His teeth show little damage, implying that he probably had braces growing up.

(Kazue) I don’t know much about a rabbit’s lips but the teeth? Buck teeth with herbivore incisors along the sides. NOSE: (Ichiro) He has a small, defined nose with little openings. It flares out bigger when he gets mad.

(Kazue) A cute flat, twitchy rabbit nose that you’d just LOVE to boop! ...He wouldn’t like that though. HANDS: (Ichiro) Small, delicate hands. They’re very soft to touch under his gloves.

(Kazue) Medium-sized fluffy hands that have sharp bunny claws at the fingertips. FEET: (Ichiro) He has tiny feet.

(Kazue) He has huge rabbit feet, they are the back ones I’m talking about that he stands on. SCARS: Neither of them have visible scars... OTHER FEATURES: (Kazue) He has huge ears that help keep him cool. OTHER NOTEABLE FEATURES: [Optional - anything you need to mention that isn’t covered by the above.]

Speech.

VOICECLAIM: (Ichiro) I’m just going to pick Takeru Satoh as his voiceclaim for now.

(Kazue) Eddy’s voice from Ed Ed’n Eddy uh Actually I feel like Meta Knight’s voice actor for Hoshi no Kaabii fits him better as a voiceclaim. ACCENT: (Ichiro) That classic Japanese accent, but it’s slowly being replaced by something more... Southern, since he’s living in New Mexico. VERBAL TICKS: Neither of them have those. Ichi used to stutter because he was still learning English, but he’s better now. LANGUAGE: (Ichiro) Japanese was his first language so he’s quite fluent. English is his second language, and he’s doing quite well with his fluency.

(Kazue) He can learn how to speak any language, just by listening to people around him. ARTICULATION: (Ichiro) He mixes basic with intermediate words as his dialect.

(Kazue) He likes using difficult words. EDUCATION: (Ichiro) He uses short words when it comes to English, but for Japanese he’s very educated.

(Kazue) I don’t know. Do demons go to school? LAUGHTER: (Ichiro) He has a cute giggle that lasts for a few seconds.

(Kazue) Depends on whether or not he wants to be creepy or diabolic. If he wants to be creepy, he will start giggling like a stereotypical yandere does. If he’s being diabolical however, he laughs hard. GRUMP: (Ichiro) Nope.

(Kazue) Of course he does when things don’t go his way. He is evil, after all. BREATHING: (Ichiro) He gasps when startled.

(Kazue) His breathing is pretty quiet. You know, like a rabbit’s.

Mannerisms.

FACE: Both of them are very expressive. HANDS: (Ichiro) He doesn’t really use his hands that much to explain anything.

(Kazue) Uh... He flips people off when angry? LEGS/FEET: I don’t think either of them do that. EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: (Ichiro) He controls his emotions pretty well.

(Kazue) Yes. He is very moody. He tends to react violently. HABITS: Not that I know of. POSTURE: (Ichiro) He tends to slump. Sometimes he wakes up with back pain...

(Kazue) I don’t really know.... SITTING POSTURE: They both like to sit with their legs far apart. PERSONAL SPACE: Depends on who it is really.

Personal.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: They’re both introverts. OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: (Ichiro) Optimist.

(Ichiro) Pessismist. GENDER: They’re both male. SEXUALITY: (Ichiro) Gay.

(Kaz) Is uninterested so please stop asking. ROMANTIC: (Ichiro) Of course he’s romantic.

(Kazue) NOPE.KAZ BAD HABITS: (Ichiro) He stutters very lightly when anxious.

(Kazue) He’s a dick all the time. Isn’t that a bad habit? TRIGGERS: (Ichiro) Being called yellow or being discriminated against just because he’s Asian.

(Kazue) He IS the trigger.

The Past.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Ichiro used to, up until when he moved to America. His father cut him off completely from calling his family once he left, and he hasn’t heard from them since.

ROMANCE: (Ichiro) Loyalty and cuddles is what he wants in a partner.

(Kazue) BAH! Who has time for romance?! ENEMIES: (Ichiro) Anyone whom is excessively rude to him all the time could be his enemy.

(Kazue) Everything is his enemy. RESPECT: They will still respect their enemies, up until when the situations BEG for the disrespect.

Interactions.

MINGLING: (Ichiro) He’s not that good at meeting new friends.

(Kazue) He does anything asshole-ish enough to make others hate him. TEMPER: (Ichiro) Very patient.

(Kazue) Impatient. But consistent. EMPATHY: (Ichiro) He is very empathetic.

(Kazue) Mmmmm... Not really... But then again he doesn’t give two fucks about anything except experimenting. ETIQUETTE: (Ichiro) He always does his best to stick to being polite to everyone.

(Kazue) He is always intentionally rude and mean. RESPONSIBILITY: Yes. SELF ESTEEM: They both stick up for themselves pretty well. CONFIDENCE: NOPE. HONESTY: They both do their best to speak the truth and nothing but the truth. PRAISE: (Ichiro) He loves compliments.

(Kazue) He shrugs the compliment off and asks for an insult instead because he finds insults more entertaining. FAILURES: [Is there anything they do that makes people annoyed or irritated?] CRITICISM: (Ichiro) He tries to improve whatever was being criticized.

(Kazue) He loves insults. He won’t bother to change either. An asshole. INSULTS: (Ichiro) Doesn’t take them very well. He will try to insult the person or people back.

(Kazue) He LOVES insults. FLIRTING: (Ichiro) He’s okay at flirting.

(Kaz) He does not flirt. He’s more interested in experimenting than wasting his time with stupid crap like that. ATTENTION SPAN: (Ichiro) Yes, he tries but he gets kind of bored easily.

(Kazue) He can focus for hours at a time, maybe even days at a time. Incredible. SITUATIONS: Neither of them are good at dealing with social situations, but Kaz is better at the manipulation game than Ichi is.

Life.

CAREER: They both have careers in the medical field at Teufort (unless otherwise specified). COMBAT SKILLS: (Ichiro) He is mediocre at hand-to-hand combat. He prefers healing and dropping Ubers on teammates who need it, really...

(Kazue) Really good at hand-to-hand/Bonesaw-to-face combat. DAILY LIFE: They both cope well when it comes to their daily lives. INDEPENDENCE: (Ichiro) Honestly if it weren’t for Kazue’s presence, Ichi would probably struggle a hell of a lot trying to be independent.

(Kazue) Very independent. COOKING: (Ichiro) He can cook a huge variety of Japanese dishes.

(Kazue) I’m not sure. CLEANING: They’re both very tidy. DRIVING: (Ichiro) Has a driver’s license for both Japan and America.

(Kazue) Doesn’t drive and doesn’t really understand vehicles. MARRIAGE: Neither have been married in the main verse yet. LAW: (Kazue) The list of crimes is too long to explain. COURT: (Kazue) Yes. He’s had inhumane human experimentation/modification charges against him with attempted murder charges. Such a long list. PRISON: (Ichiro) Yes, due to Kazue possessing him and doing horrible crimes. He woke up in the cell incredibly confused.

(Kazue) Of course. He’s ended up causing Ichi to go to jail countless times. His crimes were usually attempted murder, inhumane human modification charges, public indecency, lying under oath... The list is too long to recall right now. MEDICAL: They are both skilled at doctoring themselves. ILLNESS: (Ichiro) High functioning autism.

(Kazue) General Assholery Syndrome? WORRIES: Of course. PEACE: (Ichiro) He loves when it’s quiet.

(Kazue) He causes chaos intentionally, he enjoys being a loud motherfucker. PARTYING: Not really. HOBBIES: (Ichiro) He likes to drink green tea, cook traditional Japanese meals and watch the birds.

(Kazue) He loves to experiment. Most of the experiments are inhumane.

TAGGING...

@rubyscout @blue-haired-tales @angelic-marksman @ask-spudscout @nmscout

and whoever else wants to do this.

[wakairyuu]

repost,  don’t  reblog!  

NAME: Leviathan NICKNAME : moth, moth man, levi, gengu AGE:  21 FACECLAIM: Guts from b.erserk PRONOUNS: he/him HEIGHT:  5′5″ BIRTHDAY: 2/24 AESTHETIC: Pastels, creepy cute, laterns, mushrooms (+large magical glowing), high fantasy type shit LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO:  Megitsune - Bab.yMetal FAVORITE  MUSE(S)  YOU��VE  WRITTEN: Countless OCs, Gen.ji (overwat.ch), Sig from Jak and Dax.ter WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE  ( THAT  YOU  ARE  POSTING  THIS  ON ): I loved young Gengu to much, also people forgetting he was canonly a play boi and womanizer WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE:  PLAY BOI AND WOMANIZER, the Yakuza life but with the heavily elements of traditional/Conservative Japan that normally isn’t seen in Yakuza life. WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING:  Honestly? The tale of Genji and a bit of the Yakuza games. And over all actual Yakuza life styles FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS:  angst? Idk I like all of it. I enjoy shipping to much BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE:  Understanding some Japanese social things. Every country and culture is a bit different in terms of social cues. I didn’t grow up in Japan so I have to consitently check and ask my friends if what I am doing makes him seem he comes from a Japanese social up bringing rather then an american one. Also not using contractions with him. He (and his brother) don’t use them. And for my main verse his english isn’t the best but I still write him with perfect english anyway/

TAGGED  BY: @snsdva I took it from her

TAGGING: steal

[ironarchived]

HALF GODS ARE WORSHIPPED IN WINE AND FLOWERS.

REAL GODS REQUIRE BLOOD.

ACT I                   EX NIHILO.

THERE  ARE  GODS,  THEY  USED  TO  SAY,  that reign over the skies and hang the stars in the heavens,  that sung the earth into existence and plucked the sun from the constellations to shine brightest in the day,  that wept until the seas filled more of the world than land and gave their breath to the wind and their rage to the thunder and lightning.  these are our gods, they used to breathe with lips parted in sacred exaltation,  eyes turned skywards,  to the vast infinite beyond where they imagined the sky and moon and stars watched them live and die. these are our gods, they gave us the world and everything in it.

they worshipped the gods like lovers, like mothers and wives,  like blood and kin.  to the gods that guarded their hearth and home, they gave their food and the best of each season’s harvest.  for the gods of lust and hunger that gave them love and war, they spilt blood and crowned their victors in the carnage.  for the gods that brought them rain and wisdom and plenty, they danced and revelled and feasted  from dawn till dusk.  they named them father sky,  and mother earth,  and prayed to their children,  the gods of wind and storms,  the gods of the land and forest,  honoring above all,  the gods of the living and the dead.  in the south,  the daughters of summer warmed the air and kissed the clear sky with stars so they could always  find their way home;  in the north,  old man winter and grandfather frost came out of the cold to sit by their fires and bring gifts of food and laughter to their children.

all over the world,  in each age of humanity,  scattered across the eras of  history and civilization, they spoke of gods.  their veneration,  their devotion,  was absolute.  

it was life,  the very breath that filled their lungs,  the certainty that everything under the skies was here  because the gods had willed it.  the divine –– they move the heaven and the earth, rattle the skies and the oceans ––  but the one feat that mankind had never needed them for, the  act of divinity  they taught themselves, they wielded like song, and story, requiem and warcry.

this was how they immortalized themselves.  and this was how they began to  forget.

ACT II                  THE AGE OF HUMANITY.

IN  THE  BEGINNING,  MEN  AND WOMEN  knew nothing beyond the borders of the world the gods had carved for them.  they were the architects,  the authors,  the great masterminds of human design.  but centuries passed,  and as mankind grew,  evolved, advanced,  they began to discover a world that had no need of rulers and sovereigns they could not see or touch.

in egypt, the people called them pharoahs, half-king and half-god. in persia, the kings and conquerors were one and the same, men of war and bloodletting. in china, they were emperors, sons of heaven and supreme rulers of all under heaven. rome went through their philosopher-kings, dictators, and emperors, faster than they could replace them, and their republic of men rose and fell crumbling into dust. russia had her csars, derived from caesar,  ancient and biblical.  in every city-state and later country,  kings and queens with their gilt crowns and diadems reigned from on high, and their people  adored them,  worshipped them,  like their bloodlines were more than simply royal.  as if their birthrights made them divine. 

worship became a matter of fanaticism  rather than belief, a means of power and control to extend man’s dominion.  they called on the gods not for mere protection or prosperity but merciless victory in battle,  the demise of their enemies,  the triumphs of their conquests, slaughters, subjugations.  the gods listened,  helpless,  as so many of them bled.  a god is powerless,  after all,  if the people do not  truly believe.  temples and holy places burned,  and burned,  and others took their churches with them in blazes of fire or flood,  choosing to flee before they watched their people burn,  too. 

in some parts of the world, belief survived as ritual and tradition, passed from mother to daughter, father to son, like  treasure and heritage. ceremony and old folklore thrived in the tales spun by high priestesses, wise men, magicians. stories survived.  and humans cast their own heroes, too, made gods out of the ones amongst them that walked like they had the  blood of the divine  running through their veins.

their gods were rebels,  revolutionaries,  heretics.  they defied the heavens and the stars,  and they brought their own hell and their own heaven down upon the gods of old.  a reckoning born of long-awaited retribution.  for what’s a god to a non-believer  ?   what use were gods  who reigned from on high,  from their mount olympus or valhalla,  when mortal men could build their own empires,  their own legends.  new heroes and martyrs rose,  part-human and all glory,  and they were loved for it,  adored for the fallibility that made them worthy of the empathy of men.  they were loved,  they were hated,  and they lived on the lips of men and women who spun their greatest triumphs and tragedies into gold. 

eventually,  even half-gods must die.  but buried in the immortality of history,  they were never truly  dead  to begin with. 

ACT III                 HOW TO KILL A GOD.

THE  RISE  AND  FALL  OF  EMPIRES  is woven into the thread of mortal history.  according to the sacred texts,  gods existed for millennia before  the creation of men.  according to the lore of the divine,  gods will exist long after the last mortal takes their last breath.  the stories do not tell you that  gods die.  and when they truly die,  they die unmourned and unremembered.  

what are gods,  after all,  without belivers  ?  without worship,  without faith and prayer to keep them and sustain them.  for centuries,  their power and vitality had waxed and waned on the whim of humanity.  some learned to thrive in their own way,  expanding their domain into unexpected,  increasingly inventive places so long as there were disciples willing to listen.  devotion came in new forms:  new ways for mortals to sell their blood,  soul,  and bone for a price.  ideas are more difficult to kill than people,  or gods,  and the divine had lived feeding from the cornucopia for centuries;  if you believed the cynics,  religion was the greatest con humanity had ever played on themselves.  

for most of them,  modernity meant death.  many vanished altogether into obscurity and folklore,  shrouding themselves in the protection oblivion offered rather than watch themselves decay.

it was the lesson they all should have seen coming,  the price they paid for immortality.  eternity lasts,  but what god can abide living forever,  forgotten and unwanted. 

new gods,  those who could still recall the taste of humanity,  flourished best.  the game of longevity became adaptation.  humanity had new things to worship now               fame,  media,  technology,  money.  an endless,  inexhaustible list of thrills to fill the void of their life’s  pursuit for meaning.  for the new gods,  everything became about survival.  reinvention.  they refused to languish,  defiant even at the brink of annihilation,  as countless old gods had.

in an age where men could walk on the moon,  halt disease and delay death,  revel in their own brilliance and daring and laugh in the face of their own morality,  divinity has become extinct.  the modern world is no place for blind worship anymore,  at least not in gods.  but the minds and hearts of mortals remain malleable,  their desires and wants so easily sated.  you see,  humans  want  to believe.  they want,  more than anything,  to know their mortality isn’t subject to the cold indifferent nothingness of mere existence without meaning or higher purpose or profound truth.

belief is still the most powerful thing in the world.  men have waged wars,  burned empires,  destroyed everything and themselves included,  believing in something.

all gods who receive homage are cruel,  but mercy and devotion made them almost soft.  once,  they were powerful,  all-knowing,  and above all,  beloved.  now,  the divine are dead and dying.  humanity has abandoned them in pursuit of hubris and apotheosis,  but the gods have not left,  they never have.  and the ones who want to  survive,  the restless and the hungry,  they’ll burn the world down before they let themselves die forgotten.

half-gods are worshipped in wine and flowers,  they’ll let themselves be satisfied with hollow ingratitude,  brawling in the dirt of sacrilege for any scrap of mortal devotion.

real gods require blood.

INSPIRED BY THE WICKED + THE DIVINE AND AMERICAN GODS.  

VERSE INFO BELOW

PINTEREST.  BROUGHT TO YOU BY  IRONARMORED /  CLAUDIA.

PREMISE

this is a group verse inspired by  image comic’s  the wicked + the divine  by kieron gillen and jamie mckelvie,  and  american gods  by  neil gaiman.  you don’t have to have read  ( or watched ! )  either to join this verse but feel free to read their basic synopses on goodreads or wikipedia,  or catch the new episodes of american gods every week.

this is a  non-superpowered au  in the sense that the traditional ‘ superpowers ’ superhumans / metahumans have will not be considered as such.  you might translate those powers into divine abilities but obviously,  they will extend from your muse’s divine status rather than their superhuman abilities.  also, if it wasn’t clear already,  there are no superheroes in this world,  instead there are gods.

track  #DIVINEAU, and  #DIVINEOOC  to find out more,  and to stay up to date with the verse.  information about  biographies  &  plotting calls  will be posted shortly.

GENERAL CODE OF CONDUCT

all drama should be kept fictional only.  ooc drama and godmodding / metagaming are forbidden and will lead to removal from the group.  if any issues arise that can’t be sorted out privately between the relevant parties,  contact me and i’ll see what i can do to help resolve them.

this verse will contain mature content and triggering material. all triggers should be appropriately tagged;  if you need something tagged let the rper in question know.

stay as active as possible.  because there are limited positions open inactivity without explanation for more than 2 weeks may result in you being dropped from the verse.  if you’re taking a hiatus or you know you’ll be busy for a while,  let me know and i’ll keep your spot on hold until you’re back.

GAMEPLAY

the way this verse will work will be based on 3 main things:  

1.  everyone interacting with everyone.  do your absolute best to engage with everyone in the group ic and ooc.  most of the dynamics between all our muses should be pre-established so go wild with plotting / establishing dynamics / building backstory.

2.  in service of the overarching plot arcs for the verse,  there will be fortnightly plot updates.  or maybe every three weeks,  i haven’t decided yet.  more information on this later  !

3.  apart from act one,  major plot arcs will be a joint decision between all of us.  your  input and suggestions are vital  to the development of this group verse.  if you have any ideas or things you’d like to see happen  please don’t hesitate  to message / im me.

THE OLD GODS & THE NEW

the original inspirations for this verse are both  highly diverse and representative of a wide range  of folklore and mythology spanning cultures from  all over the world.  i love graeco-roman mythology as much as the next person,  however it would be very boring and cliche to have this verse populated with deities that are exclusively greek or roman.  i absolutely encourage you all  to look to other ancient mythologies when choosing your character’s god / demigod / mythological figure.  godchecker  is an excellent resource and database for deities around the world,  and  wikipedia  has lists of deities sorted by classification.

the pantheons are divided between  OLD GODS,  and  NEW GODS.  the distinction is fairly clear but i’ll allow for loose intrepretations if you’ve already considered a good reason why your character would be more suited to one allegiance over the other.  for the most part however,  new gods are only demi-gods or half-gods, or not divine at all.  they are mythological figures, and not officially part of any major pantheons;  they should be fringe gods or lesser-known ones as they are considered relatively ‘ newer ’ than the old, traditional, more well-established gods.  to use greek myth as an example,  hercules / ariadne / odysseus / achilles / circe would all be considered new gods.  again, i encourage people to look outside the usual greek-roman sources.  it might take some research and in-depth wiki-ing but honestly, everyone’s going to need to do some research on their god to fill out their character’s backstory and work out their individual details for this verse,  so don’t shy away from going for the rare or obscure. those are the most interesting !

you may syncetrize your chosen deity,  i.e.,  use an amalgamation of different interpretations of the same ‘ type ’ of god.  people who choose a greek / roman deity can use one or both versions of the god.  there are other cases throughout history where the same god has been reinterpreted in different ways and if you like,  you can work out a way through your deity’s history and your own muse’s characterisation to invent and explain the merging of your two chosen gods.  an example of this might be combining inanna, sumerian goddes of love / beauty / sexual desire / fertility,  and bastet, egyptian goddess of love / sexuality / beauty / dance

alt fcs of color are welcomed,  and in fact,  encouraged.

v. important:  the ethnicity of your character  does not necessarily  have to match the gender identity or cultural background of your chosen deity.  

before deciding on your god,  i would suggest taking a look at the blogs that have already been accepted to ensure that the one you’re interested in hasn’t already been taken.  there will inevitably be overlaps in terms of the domains of each god but ideally,  i don’t want any direct repeats,  e.g. having helios / ra / amaterasu would be pointless,  but apollo / ushas / bastet would be acceptable as they cover a wider range of functions and areas they were worshipped for.

APPLICATION

to begin with,  there will be  23 available slots  for people to apply for,  12 new gods / 11 old gods.  if there’s enough interest / demand,  i may consider opening that up.  to join,  message me with your faceclaim, your character’s deity, and whether they are an old god / new god.  i reserve the right to ask you to reconsider your deity if they share too many similarities with already accepted gods.

no duplicate characters, faceclaims, or gods.

for the moment,  this verse is  only open to mutuals  that are following me and that i’m following back.  if all goes well and i end up expanding the verse,  i may open slots for non-mutuals.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

OLD GODS I.    INANNA / ISHTAR / APHRODITE                TALIA AL GHUL  /  NADINE NASSIB NJEIM.   @alghul​ II.     GEVURAH                  KATE KANE  /  IDINA MENZEL.   @viiragini III.    THOR                 THOR ODINSON  /  CHRIS HEMSWORTH.   @tordenvaer IV.    HEKATE                WANDA MAXIMOFF  /  DEEPIKA PADUKONE.   @nexusbeing​ V.     ATABEY                 AMERICA CHAVEZ  /  HERIZEN GUARDIOLA.   @americhic​ VI.    AMATERASU                HIKARU SULU  /  JOHN CHO.   @starlightsulu VIII.  PERSEPHONE                LYDIA MARTIN  /  LANA DEL REY.   @shelazarus IX.    EREŠKIGAL / KĀLĪ / LILITH               EREŠKIGAL  /  SEGOVIA AMIL.   @erkalla

NEW GODS I.     PROMETHEUS  /  盤古                TONY STARK  /  GODFREY GAO.  @ironarmored II.    MORPHEUS                 EMMA WALKER  /  KRISTIN KREUK.  @somniferi

[kryssiesbookofselfinserts]

I had a spark of an idea for a Generic RPG!Verse for me and Rowan and it’s just:

Unlikely Hero Who Got Ripped From Her Day Job For This(Me)/Powerful Magical Being Who’s Trying To Teach The Hero How To Hero (Rowan)

I didn’t ask to be a Hero, I just found this cool book in a bookstore and I got yeeted here!! But I guess I have some magic now so this can’t be all bad??

This is just half a spec of an idea so if y’all wanna jump on this dumb idea then go for it XD

Sorry for the tags tho ouo;;

@dokiquents @selfinsertheaven @little-fairyfox-ships @virus-selfship @limey-blue-arty-do @realities-escape

[helihi]

Pyrrha Nikos’s Death

After reading through countless fanfics and seeing the shit storm on the RWBY tag, I need to get something off my chest on regards to Pyrrha’s death; because apparently a lot of people in the FNDM still don’t get it.

Rant ahead

There'll be no rest There'll be no love There'll be no hero in the end Who will rise above

The openings of each and every volume of RWBY basically spoil what’s going to happen in the whole season. This is why everyone who listened to When It Falls, and watched the animation that accompanies it, knew Volume 3 wouldn’t be all sunshines and rainbows.

Yet, when shit went down, most people chose to be in denial, and claimed it was simply bad writing.

Let me tell you, I do have a lot of problems with the way RWBY is written: mainly its pace, and that’s the main reason I didn’t get hooked on the show until I binge watched it through Volume 1 - Volume 3. The episodes’ plots felt unfinished and it made me angry.

But, I’m here to share my feelings and opinions regarding Pyrrha’s death, and why it wasn’t cheap or meant to solely impact Jaune’s character arc. (Seriously, I’m tired with all the guy hate in this fandom. I could make a whole rant on the Bumbleby vs. Blacksun ship war).

Let’s go back to When It Falls:

Maybe red's like roses? Maybe it's the pool of blood

Each of our main girls gets a verse referring to their color, this one is meant to allude to Ruby; but not only that, it’s meant to convey that there’s going to be a real fight, not like the one’s we’ve seen before, and blood will be spilled.

The innocents will lay in When in the end you've failed to save them? Their dying eyes Are wide and white like snow

This verse alludes to Weiss’s color, and the fact that someone will die. I believe this line is about Penny’s death, and Ruby’s inability to save her because Mercury was in her way.

Penny’s death is not the first round of “LET’S KILL THE REDHEADS!”, it’s meant to represent the death of innocence. Penny was the first of her kind, trying to figure out who she was, and where she fitted in a world she had just discovered.

Mirrors will shatter Crushed by the weight of the world The pillars collapse in shame

This line obviously refers to Ozpin and Ironwood, they are  2 pillars of the 4 kingdoms of Remnant, and even if something was off and the air was tense, they failed to do their job to protect the peace that the world had been enjoying for a while.

Swallowed by the darkness Soon the moon is bathed in black The light of hope is taken And discontent is the contagion

Blake reference, obviously, but also an allusion to her facing Adam and losing. Once again being manipulated by Adam, Blake chooses to run away after seeing someone she truly cares about being hurt by her past. 

It may also allude to the fact that Beacon, which literally means: a fire or light set up in a high as a warning, signal, or celebration, will fall.

The blinding eyes, That burn a yellow flame. The embers that remain Will light the fuse of condemnation

Yang being blinded by rage and her need to protect those she loves anyone? I mean, blinding eyes that burn a yellow flame is pretty obvious.

There'll be no rest There'll be no love There'll be no hero in the end Who will rise above And when it ends The good will crawl The shining light will sink in darkness Victory for hate incarnate Misery and pain for all When it falls

And this is exactly where I will stop analyzing the song (I know there are other references like Atlas and Ironwood and mythology and such). From the moment you hear the chorus of the song, you know our protagonists will lose, and that for the first time, the antagonist will get almost what they want. After all, Cinder kinda lost an eye and a very powerful dragon grimm there.

Pyrrah was a sweet, strong and wonderful girl. Everyone liked her; everyone admired her. She was the face of Ruby’s generation when they entered Beacon, being regarded as the best of her class. If anyone was going to shine once they graduated, it was Pyrrha.

We all know that Ruby’s the main character of the show, and that she has the Silver Eyes and blah blah warrior blah blah, but we are the viewers of the show; unlike the rest of the characters, we know that Ruby is destined for greatness. Yet, to everyone in their class, Pyrrah was the top tier.

The death of Pyrrha, the best fighter of their class, is meant to have an impact in every and each one of their friends. “If Pyrrha couldn’t do it, what makes you think we can?” is probably a question that may have popped in everyone’s heads.

What about Pyrrha’s character arc?

“Do you believe in destiny?”

This question means what Pyrrha thought she was going to become. She wanted to be a huntress, help people, protect others and keep the peace of the world. The reason why she was conflicted on becoming a Maiden like Ozpin and the others wanted her to or not.

She chose to face Cinder even though she knew that she would most likely lose. She chose that because she believed it was the right thing to do and it aligned with her way of thinking. It made sense for her to play the hero, even if it was foolish. She has always been established as selfless and putting other people’s happiness before hers. I mean, did you watch how she painfully helped Jaune, and how she didn’t express her feelings knowing that Mr. Oblivious was crushing on the Ice Queen?

There'll be no hero in the end Who will rise above

She dies.

Even if she put a good fight, the Maiden’s powers are not a joke and Cinder had the upper hand.

Of course her death impacted Jaune. It impacted everyone, specially the other members of Team JNPR, and Ruby, who saw another one of her friends die in front of her. Pyrrha’s death is symbolic, and it had a reason, she didn’t get killed off to develop Jaune’s character. Trust me, I’ve seen writers pull that shit, it’s the main reason I stopped watching The Walking Dead.

It used to feel like a fairy tale Now it seems we were just pretending We'd fix our world Then on our way to a happy ending

RWBY’s story may have a lot of flaws, but the fact that it’s not a perfect fairy tale with character deaths that aren’t the villains (Like fucking Fairy Tail) doesn’t make it bad.

If you can accept that Yang loses and arm and how it was foreshadowed before, then you have to think a little more on why Pyrrha’s death matters. It was the main reason I didn’t believe for one second that Ren and/or Nora were going to die in the Vol4 finale. The writers don’t have a check list with characters to just randomly kill off.

Killing a character when their main character arc is done is lazy, but provides a sense of completion.

Killing a character in the middle of a character arc is tragic, painful and frustrating, but it always holds a meaning on regards to the show, the character itself, or maybe even life.

Now, how the show has handled Sun’s character, Yang’s PTSD, or Weiss wearing heels while sneaking around is a whole other story.

Thanks for reading this, I hope it starts a conversation. What’s your opinion on it?

[boundaryborn]

MANDATORY POKEMON VERSE INFO DUMP LETS GO 

For this verse Ianua, is not a fae, nor is she a trainer. Instead, she is a young fae witch ( concept of pokewitches in a general sense was basically taken directly from @corvidmagicae​‘s Bri w/ permission uv/ ). 

Ianua herself is a new blood witch ( essentially, muggle born ) Growing up in her home she never learned of her magic nor how to hone it, she wasn’t even aware of the fact she was a witch till much later in life. However, her magic need not for her to be aware of its existence, not truly. Instinct naturally drew her to the places which felt more familiar, and such places where the forests haunted by ghosts and fae in which raw magic ran rampant. She knew well of the dangerous rumored around the woods, but that didn’t stop her from entering ( a curious one she always was ) and soon she fell in love with the woods. 

THIS was the place she felt at home, among the magic and the fae, not the small unknown village in eastern Kalos which lay surrounded by it.  To much her luck, in the fae of the forest grew to like her as well.

She had made friends with the fae, and so one day they spirited her away to their realm without the girl ever noticing. 

Within their realm she played tag and played hide-and-seek with them, sang songs and danced, and steadily with time she learned and adapted to their language and customs. Ianua soon learned their magic, their affinity and mastery to  tricks and illusion, the witch became a full fae sorceress, everything she learned coming directly from her new friends. But soon, Ianua remembered she had a home outside the forest, that she had family she should get back too, and so she left the forest, her friends eager for her return to them too play once more. 

Time however, moves differently in the realm of the fairy than it does in our own, and by the time the fae witch had left the forest, time in the world of humans had speed along without her. 

While she had been playing, the entire world had changed beyond recognition.

She spent roughly 850 years within the forest, yet never aged a day. Things simply do not age within the realm of the fae, and at this point, Ianua has spent so much time with in it that she may never age at all even after leaving it.  

Because of this, despite her age, she has a very childish mentality. her mindset very much one of a young girl or teen. Being raised by fae for 800+ years also didn’t help with any of this either.

She completely missed the witch hunts, lucky her.

Her natural magical talent with magic deals with “in-betweens” and "doorways". She is particularly good at charms and such as well, but she has no sheer magical power from which to draw from, as such her main offensive AND defensive magic both deal with illusion and misdirection. 

Her familiars are klefki, many of which being from the original set which spirited her away. Her collection has no set numbers, simply calling upon countless of them if need be. Her closest familiar if one of her closest friends from the forest, a “master key” which the swam listens to and obeys as much as they do the witch. 

She CAN change people into pokemon as well, and is pretty good at doing it. All the magic she does know comes FROM her fae after all ( and the klefki most of all ) thus all her magic is tied to them / the stuff they can do. 

If forced into combat, she will always fight WITH her klefki ( though her first instinct is still to run away / avoid fighting all together if possible )     

She has a sort of myth surrounding her, becoming a sort of local legend in the forest she called home originally. "The lost child", "The girl in the forest", all spurned on from people catching sight of her every now and then playing with the fae throughout the years. Becoming a sort of cautionary tale for the local children to avoid going into the woods alone. 

Her forest itself ( much like the Laveree forest nearby it )  is too rumored to be haunted. 

At this point, Ianua may was well be more of a fairy than she is a witch. But the exact classification of WHAT she is does not matter to her. She isn’t human though, and quite the trouble maker, that is for sure. 

[orangeyouglad8]

Hey hey hey! Happy new year! If u can, bless us some more with outlander au! 🎉🎉

Outlander!verse

It happened slowly.

As much as she fought it, it still happened.

This acceptance of her fate.

Something brought her here. The same thing that takes her further and further away from the stones.

From her life.

Something bigger than her. Bigger than all of them.

Slowly, day by day, this becomes her life.

She can tend to the soldiers here. Practice medicine.

Become a part of this rag-tag group the way she was on the battlefield a lifetime ago.

A lifetime or a year, no one knows.

The war had ended and she had gone home. Returned to her quaint life with Finn.

The one she wasn’t sure if she wanted anymore. The one that had her searching and clawing at her skin.

To go from being needed and demanded to… nothing.

So quickly.

In the field she moved with precision. Unforgiving at times. Soothing at others.

Her call to action was loud and reverberated through her soul.

Doing more than the doctors did.

The doctors who were in the battlefield fighting for their own lives.

She may have been a nurse, but Clarke knows in any hospital she would have been in charge.

Top dog.

It’s the same feeling that greets her every morning with the sun just warming the dew from the Scottish greenery.

Purpose.

She was needed here.

The spirits or the universe or whatever being lives in the stones felt it. Pulled her here.

Where she can be the person she became in the bombs.

The new Clarke.

The one that no longer seemed to fit in the world without war.

The one that no longer seemed to fit right with her husband.

The one that maybe never did.

The one that saw how what had once existed between them became ravaged and wrecked by the things they both went through. The things they went through alone and apart from each other. Being put back together into new people.

New people who don’t know how to be around each other anymore. How to love each other.

She relishes the sound of her maiden name falling from her lips again perhaps more than she should. But each new passing day solidifies what she already knows to be true.

She may never get back.

And she needs to belong here.

Xx

A few weeks pass since her day spent at the British camp and the order rests over her head heavy like the rain clouds that roll in every afternoon.

She’s had countless proposals.

Even Gustus offered his protection.

But it’s not right.

It’s not…

She can’t.

Not like this.

Lexa becomes broody again.

Buttons herself up and trains the men all day. Bone tired and muddy every night at dinner, shuffling through the motions of eating with eyes half closed before she retires to her room.

It’s unnerving how quickly this reserved side reappears after their connection. After the trust Clarke felt bridging the gaps between them.

She watches Lexa in the training area.

How her body moves, lithe and lean around the men who can’t seem to pin her down. Can’t seem to follow how she dances seamlessly with the blade in her hand. Overpowers them again and again.

She catches Clarke’s eye more than a few times, but never holds it.

The way it settles on her shoulders. How she longs to move, but stays in the mud. Readjusts her grip on the sword and pulls her partner up again for another round.

It stings.

Lexa is effectively ignoring her.

Becoming a stranger once again.

And Clarke hates it.

Their time together is running out.

Xx

A halfhearted knock sounds on the door of her workspace. A tiny closet off the kitchen, where she’s assembled some healing herbs and bandages. The men know where to find her when their training gets too hard. When Lexa gets that look in her eye and unleashes all of her pent up frustration on whoever her sparring partner happens to be.

Clarke has watched it happen from afar.

Lexa no longer showing that much emotion around her but reserving it all for the soldiers in her care.

Clarke sees it. Understands the ferocity that hides in that small frame. How unassuming she is.

Until her attack is unrepentant.

She turns, offering whoever fell victim today a soft smile as she greets the stranger at the door, only to find the girl herself.

Her smile falters, before growing larger.

Real and genuine for the Scot who runs around her head.

“You don’t look hurt.”

“It’s not me. One of the boys fell off his horse, leg’s snapped pretty cleanly.”

The flip into action mode is immediate as Clarke grabs her bag of supplies and hurries Lexa out the door.

Lexa who doesn’t budge.

“What are you waiting for? A broken leg is a serious injury!”

“He’s passed out right now.”

Lexa still doesn’t move from the doorway but adjusts her posture. Closes herself off and straightens her spine, hands moving behind her back.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what, Clarke?”

“Don’t,” Clarke stops. Tries to gather her words but fails in the heat of the moment. Fails when she remembers there’s a broken leg outside and a whole mess of things swirling in her head. “Forget it.”

Lexa doesn’t drop it though. “What is it, Clarke?”

Clarke grumbles. “This is not the time!”

All it takes is one look. Lexa, nonplussed as ever, still refusing to move but studying Clarke with a keen eye.

“You’re infuriating, do you know that? I hope you know that. Infuriating! We were doing well, you and I, and then Gustus… and now you…not looking at me or talking to me and it’s infuriating. So, please don’t do that.”

It must be more emotion than she was expecting, because Lexa blinks and furrows her brows and tries to make sense of Clarke’s words.

Clarke whose cheeks burn red with anger or embarrassment or a mixture, finally brushes past and outside.

Xx

It’s a long day after that.

She can’t do much for the boy, Seamus.

His leg is snapped clean through and he might not make it if infection sets in. But she’ll try her hardest to ward it off.

The faces around him are grim and she flashes back for a moment seeing a different time, different clothes and different noises. When she blinks, she’s back in the countryside.

She misses dinner, tending to him.

Making sure he’s propped up and comfortable in the bed they’ve set aside for him, but she knows it’s fruitless.

Even drugged with their opiates, he’ll feel the pain.

It will be a long night.

She misses dinner and returns to her room to wash up and fetch a book. She plans on sitting with Seamus through the night, plans on it, but becomes distracted once again by a certain brooding one.

The one holding a tray of food and a strange look on her face.

As if she’s scared.

Shy.

“You missed dinner,” Lexa offers as she gestures with the tray.

“Duty calls.” Clarke shrugs, wrapping her shawl around her neck again. The warmth of the wool surprising and welcoming.

“You’re no good to anyone if you’re run down, sassenach.” Lexa hasn’t called her that in days. It startles her, how much she’s missed it.

“I’m fine.”

Clarke tries to ignore the smell of the warm food wafting off the plate. Doesn’t let her eyes linger on the crusty bread that sits next to the bowl.

“No, you’re not. Someone is with him now and they’ll come and fetch you should anything go wrong. It’s time for you to rest.”

“Lexa.” Clarke asserts, stepping closer to the door.

Lexa shakes her head, “You have to trust us, too, Clarke. He’s being monitored. You need to rest and eat.”

It’s a losing battle and she knows it. Can see the set of Lexa’s shoulders and knows the order probably didn’t come from her, but she will carry it out.

She sighs and grumbles and unwraps the shawl from her shoulders, sitting in the small chair by the fire.

“What did you bring me?”

“Venison and potatoes. I saved my bread for you.” Lexa keeps her eyes down with her admission.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“I know. I wanted to.”

She sets the tray down for Clarke and stands straighter, her hands going behind her back again. “Be well, sassenach.”

She almost makes it out the door before Clarke calls her back.

Something buzzing in her stomach.

“Lexa, wait.” Lexa turns, that expectant look on her face breaking Clarke’s heart. “Will you sit with me?”

It’s a small smile but a win, as Lexa closes the door and settles by the fire. She doesn’t say anything, but her presence seems more relaxed than it has been of late. She folds her hands calmly in her lap and stares at the bursting flames in the fireplace.

Clarke digs into her food, hungrier than she realized, choking back a moan at the warm roasted meat that fills her mouth.

She’s almost through her meal before she speaks, craving more than food.

Craving something from Lexa.

“How many men did you embarrass today while training?”

Lexa perks up at that, a half smile on her face as she turns her attention to Clarke.

“I’m not one to brag.”

“Sure you are. I see how you stalk around out there. You may not realize it, but you become someone else. Something else.”

Lexa’s eyes flicker for a second before she answers, “Yes, I do.”

Clarke takes in her face, hearing the unspoken words in Lexa’s answer.

“Well, as long as you know it.”  She takes a bite of the crusty bread before tearing it in half to share.

“No, I saved that for you.”

“I know how much you love bread, just take it. Please.” Clarke offers her a smile and nudges her hand forward, happiness blooming when Lexa accepts and bites into it. “You’re always trying to steal mine, so don’t act as if it was easy for you to set that aside.”

“It was the hardest part of my day.”

Xx

It gets easier after that. Seeing Lexa.

Who is suddenly everywhere and no longer avoiding her. The softness is back when she’s in Clarke’s presence and Clarke feels lighter knowing it.

Seamus hangs on, but Clarke knows he will struggle for the remainder of his life. It eats at her, that there isn’t more she can do. That the tools she knows could fix him aren’t available here. Don’t yet exist in this time or place.

It’s the first time she’s felt truly out of her element since her first week in this new present.

Lexa sits with her for meals again and regales her with tales of her day. Lexa drags her down to the barn to learn to properly care for her horse. Lexa shoots glares at anyone who dares to step out of line when it comes to harassing Clarke.

It’s all too much for Clarke and yet, she doesn’t stop it.

Encourages it.

After a late evening at the tavern in town, Lexa escorts her home. Her drinking finished long before Clarke’s. Clarke who challenged many of the men and won. Leaving behind a gaggle of bearded soldiers whining and stumbling around while she danced circles around them.

Clarke who learned how to drink while the world was crashing down.

Lexa brushes her shoulder against Clarke, avoiding a divot in the dirt road and Clarke flutters.

And wonders if her soul was always meant to be here.

And if the stones pulled her back in time and righted the wrong.

“You’re quiet.”

“I’m focusing on getting us back.”

“You’re always quiet.”

“Aye.”

“I like it.”

She sees Lexa turn out of the corner of her eye. Feels Lexa watching her.

“You never talk about it though.”

“About what, sassenach?” She says the nickname softer than ever before and yes, Clarke feels something in this moment that she’s never felt.

“Lexa….”

“It’s not for me to discuss.”

Clarke almost loses the words to the night, so quietly they fall from Lexa’s lips.

“Yes it is.” It takes a few more steps before Clarke realizes Lexa still won’t break. “You were angry when Gustus approached me. I know it.”

“Why did you deny him? He is strong, he leads us. He would protect you well and provide for you.”

It’s a punch to the gut she was expecting. Wanted.

If only to finally tell Lexa the words she’s been holding back for weeks. The ones that have been racing through her mind all night with alcohol and merriment.

“I will not marry for obligation. Not even in this world, with this… demand.”

Lexa stops.

“In this world?”

“I know you have your suspicions about me, Lexa.”

“And you will tell me in time.”

“Isn’t now the time?”

“No, not out here. Not like this.”

Lexa moves back into her space. Back by her side. “I know that I was right to trust you and I will not go back on that.”

“Nor will I.”

They make it back to their lodgings and Lexa bypasses her own door to walk Clarke to her room.  Her throat bobs with words unsaid. Her eyes swimming with feeling that is suddenly palpable.

“Say it, please.” Clarke begs. The struggle in the girl before her making her dizzy.

“You said it would be an obligation, but it already is one. If the Captain finds you unwed to one of the Clan it would spell disaster. You must know this, Clarke. I cannot be clearer and I worry-”

Clarke stops her. Cuts her off with a kiss.

Grabs her face and feels the warmth of her cheeks. The surprise apparent in lips that don’t move. That freeze up.

But Clarke stands steady and kisses this impossible girl. Once. Just to say she did.

Just to get it out of her system.

Knowing full well as soon as their lips meet it will be impossible.

She’s about to break away and apologize when Lexa finally sighs. Touches her hip and slides her lips to change the kiss.

And it all clicks into place.

[shinyduckpeace]

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