#•. ✶ 「 threads┊macie 」* . •

[mctionsick]

closed starter for @persephonyed

made with BETA

With the rest of the bridal party spread across the vacation house, that left Callie and Macy in their shared suite, and Macy feeling a certain boldness she hadn't felt since her college years. Pulling the sheet up around her naked frame, her mind was going a mile a minute. Namely the fact she had never felt a fraction of the passion she felt for her fiance that she did when she was around Callie. Back then she ignored the excitement the other woman stirred in her, too afraid to throw away a the relationship she fostered with her high school sweetheart. Nearly a decade had gone by and Macy wondered when she was going to stop ignoring the pull she always had towards the other.

"I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to say, 'this can never happen again,'" Macy says trying to ease the tension and not knowing what else to say.

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @coquetties

"that's  not  true."  ara's  eyes  widen  in  response  to  the  baseless  accusations.  she  knew  her  girlfriend  harbours  reservations  about  their  decision  to  keep  their  romance  a  secret,  but  she  never  anticipated  such  a  lack  of  understanding.  "i'm  doing  this  to  protect  us."  ara  has  witnessed  far  too  often  how  unwanted  attention  can  place  an  unbearable  strain  on  relationships,  and  she  is  determined  to  shield  theirs  from  a  similar  fate.  "do  you  really  think  that  i  care  so  little  about  us  that  i  would  just  say  yes  to  whoever  that  asks  me  out?"

[damirosse-a]

closed for @uglylcve / song: did you get what you wanted by mal blum

"did you get what you wanted ? or at least did you want what you got ? "

[inferrnos]

cont from here.

𐙚‧ dakota looked around, left to right and turning around little before looking back at her. "sorry... are you talking to me? are you really calling my face stupid right now?" he questioned, head tilting to the side. god, he was so confused. "what did i do to deserve that?!" / @dimonyita

[eshuversal]

" Are you still crushing on that sheep?" Laila to Macie

@innerciircle

✦.  —  ❛ I don't.... I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. Haven't had the time, honestly. ❜

Not that ANYONE had much time, what with their god's release and all. Not to mention, most crushes Macie had seemed to be fleeting compared to Laila; the only CONSISTENT crush she had was on Eshu.... and she seemed to be less of the belief that it was an attainable goal than her friend, too.

–- Not that Macie would turn down Ruse or Final Form should they ask her out, she just doesn't see that happening.

❛ I'm also just kinda over being made fun of all the time like that. I just want somebody to WANT to be with me, you know? ❜ && the last time she thought she had something like that, it hurt her in the end. ❛ ..maybe that means I'm over it? ❜

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@coreofgold​

Macy loved when she got to cater parties for Prince Justin. He was pleasant to work with. She had just finished up when she saw him. She waves at him. “Thank you so much for letting me cater tonight. I always appreciate you using my business.”

[seolinah]

It's impossible not to roll his eyes at her dramatic ranting. His lips purse, frustration beginning to bubble and boil over the longer she went on talking. "Didn't realize my best friend would try and guilt me into feeling bad because I happened to space out." Adrian drags a hand over his face, an irritated breath passing over his lips. "You don't see me questioning how close we are when your eyes glaze over when I'm talking about my studies, do you?" Thoughts running a mile a minute in his head, he barely realizes what he's saying next. "Maybe I just can't be honest and tell you about it because it is about you. And I'd rather just avoid having that conversation altogether rather than risk it affecting us. Ever thought of that?" As his brain catches up to what he's actually said, he grows solemn. His head shakes as if that will erase the word he's just spoken. "N-Not that that's the case..." Adrian retracts lamely.

she eyes him suspiciously, momentarily unconvinced by his words, but chooses to let it go for now. she doesn't want her happy day tainted by his questionable temper. perhaps it's a topic she'll revisit with him in the future. "okay, okay, there's no need to be so defensive about it! geez," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "maybe if you would just tell me what's going on in that mind of yours, i wouldn't have to come up with theories about what's wrong with you. what happened to always being honest with each other when something's bothering us?" she questions bitterly. "but fine! fine, if you don't want to share it with your best friend, the person who helps you with everything without judgment. that's fine," she dramatically states with a heavy sigh. "i guess we're not that close, huh?" she adds, equally dramatic.

[morganwrites12672]

It's Always Been This Way

Dean Winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: Y/n and Dean have always liked each other. . . Just never at the same time. What happens whenever they fall for each other while working a case?

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I hate the beginning but whatever. Requests are open!

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It's always been this way.

For as long as Y/n and Dean could remember, they had great friends. That was it. Just friends. At various points in their lives, they had had crushes on the other. It had never worked out though. Neither one was willing to admit it.

It was inevitable that they had liked each other (and shit luck that it was never at the same time). Y/n was a Singer, Bobby's only child. She had grown up around Dean and Sam. The three were constantly around each other due to their father's jobs. Bobby refused to outright leave her, and he could only justify it if she was with Sam and Dean.

They aren't kids anymore. Dean's 25. Y/n's 24. Both of them are adults.

It was a solo hunt for Dean whenever he ran into her. Sam was at Stanford and John was working his own case. He ran into Macy as she was leaving the witnesses house. It had been years since he had seen her. She had stopped staying at her father's much. The two had no reason to try and see each other otherwise.

Dean's eyebrows raised in shock as they made eye contact. She was in her Feds threads. Her jaw practically dropped. She couldn't believe who she was seeing.

She tried to walk past him but Dean stopped her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Same thing as you," She replied, her eyes taking him in. "I'm working a case."

He tilted his head a bit as he looked down at her. They were both so different. Dean thought that she looked different, good different. His eyes lingered on the way her skirt hugged her waist. He cleared his throat, looking back up at her eyes as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Alone?" He questioned, wondering if Bobby, or maybe another hunter, was helping her. It was one of the more dangerous cases. It looked like a Vampire. Victims had their throats ripped out, bodies drained of blood.

"Yes, alone."

Y/n wondered why he seemed. . . Concerned, maybe? She could tell based on how his eyebrows knit together. She didn't see a problem with it. She had been trained her entire life practically. She didn't lack experience. She had been raised like Dean. Not much of a childhood, but damn good at hunting the things that go bump in the night.

That was practically the end of that conversation. They exchanged a few more words, just checking up on each other before departing.

It had been decided that they would work the case together. After a few nights of staying up all night together, she had to admit, a bit of a crush had formed. Not like it had ever left really. God, she had been head over heels for Dean as an older teen. He had been too blinded by his lust for practically every girl who walked by him to notice.

If only she knew that it wasn't always a one sided crush. Dean had wanted to ask her out several times in the past. He had always assumed she would say no and never gathered the courage. The one girl who made him a little bit nervous. He don't want to risk the friendship.

Y/n yawned as she glanced at the red letters glowing in the dark: 4:37. God, it was late. She looked down at the careless notes she had scribbled in her notebook. She wasn't much closer to figuring out a plan. She glanced over at Dean, admiring how he looked in the lamp light. Her little crush hadn't stopped growing.

It might only be one vampire, but it wasn't simple. This creature didn't stay in the same place every night. The pattern was practically unrecognizable. Dean had suggested lurking at bars, hoping to see something suspicious. Y/n didn't like the plan but soon realized it was the only option.

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The air reeked of stake cigarettes and cheap beer. The lights in the bar were low as her eyes scanned the people in it. They finally knew what the vamp looked like. They just needed to find him.

This case has been hell so far. Three more people had died since the duo had started investigating. It was all going to shit very fast. If they didn't catch the culprit soon, they would need to call in another hunter.

Y/n glanced across the bar at Dean. As she looked back to the- what the hell? She quickly noticed something. He was here, the vampire. She didn't have time to call Dean as she followed him out the door. She tried to be subtle but there weren't any other people on the street.

As the vampire walked down the alley, she double checked that the vial of dead man's blood was still hidden, tucked into her jeans. She really should have called Dean. She pulled out her phone to text him, only taking her eyes off the vamp for a second whenever she heard a hiss.

Her phone clattered to the ground as the vampire attempted to bite her. She mumbled a curse and dodged. She didn't have her machete with her. She had been planning to use the dead man's blood and then dash back to the car. All she had with her was the gun in the waistband of her jeans and the knife tucked in her boot.

She rushed at the vampire, landing a solid punch that sent his head snapping back. He was quick to retaliate, slamming her into the wall. He had his hand around her throat whenever she kneed him in the groin. She managed to get away, raising her fists again in the alley.

The vampire threw a punch her way, she blocked. God-damnit. She forgot how much these fights hurt. Both of her hands were busy deflecting the vampires hits. She needed an opportunity to grab the dead man's blood. Before she could, the vampire hit her square in the nose. She groaned, feeling blood trickle.

She landed a solid kick to the vampires back as she dodged another hit.

"You bitch!" The vampire hissed at her. "I should have killed you the second you walked into that bar. You think I wouldn't recognize a hunter?" The vampire sneered at her.

"At least I don't rip the throats of innocent people out," She snapped back.

As the vampire rushed at her, knocking her to the ground, she grabbed the vial of dead man's blood. She was seconds away from injecting it whenever the vampire knocked it away. A wave of fear ran down her spine. She was trapped.

"Not so tough now, are you?" The vampire sneered as he cut his wrist. He grabbed her jaw. She tried to fight against him. Before she could be turned, the vampires head fell on her body.

She looked up and saw Dean. He looked pissed.

"You ran after the vamp, on your own!" He exclaimed, helping her up. "Son of a bitch. And you didn't even bother to bring your machete."

She rolled her eyes as she stood, wiping the blood from her nose with her sleeve. "I had it handled!"

"No, you didn't," He snapped back, his voice low. "You should have taken me with you."

Y/n sighed as they walked back to Dean's '67 Chevy Impala. She didn't regret what she had done. It had gotten the case solved. It had saved lives. Sure, she had made a stupid risk. That didn't matter. It had all worked out.

"I did fine," She grumbled as she slid into the passenger seat.

"No, you fucking didn't!" Dean said as he started the Impala.

"Why do you care so much?" She snapped. She was a tad bit grumpy. She had been beaten up by a vampire. Every bit of her body seemed to hurt. She would surely have bruises in the morning.

"God, can't you see? I care about you!" He said as he drove out of the bars parking lot. His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

She could have screamed. "Oh," Was all she said for a minute. The tension in the car could have been cut with a knife. She swallowed thickly. "You could have just asked me out." She said in a reading tone.

Dean let out a slightly tense laugh, "Would you have said yes?"

"Obviously!" She replied. She thought it was obvious that she liked him. Apparently not.

Dean cleared his throat. The rest of the drive to the motel was silent. She listened to the Metallica quietly playing in the background. The night sky was dark and gloomy as they drove. What would happen between them?

As the car was parked, she couldn't get out of the car far enough. Dean walked into her motel room with her. It was where they had both done most of the research. There were still various notebooks and newspaper clippings strewn about.

"So. . . Do you have any plans tomorrow?" Dean asked.

Y/n quickly turned around, "I don't."

Dean gave her a cocky smile, "Then it's a date."

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Don't forget to comment and reblog!

[damirosse-a]

closed for @swtsours / song: golden by harry styles

"i know you're scared because hearts get broken."

[birdy-the-tweet]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Starting the thread for all Halloween based headcanons for Nexo Knights.

• Lance believes every superstition about Halloween being an “evil” holiday.

• Macy trades candy with kids to get her favorite ones.

• Aaron will often outsmart and spook scare actors at corn mazes and haunted houses.

• Clay’s primal reaction to fear is fight. He’s accidentally punched Aaron more times than he can count, and everyone’s starting to think it isn’t an accident anymore.

• Robin and Ava share bowls of candy while they watch the knights go through horror movie themed training simulations.

• Izzy is the undefeated pumpkin queen of Auremville for three years in a row. She always saves a spot on her throne for Fletcher.

• Aaron’s siblings will spam his messages with videos of their Halloween pranks and “evil parties” in the forest and beach. They even invited selkies once.

• Macy = addicted candy corn lover

• Clay = hates candy corn and gives it to Macy in exchange for peanut butter chocolate candies

• Axl once scared an entire family on accident just by standing behind them in costume. Needless to say, the knights got a lot more candy than usual that year.

• Clay isn’t a big candy person, only because he doesn’t remember what candies he likes. He’s taken a fondness to Reese’s though.

• Aaron only eats a little candy, for he’s not the biggest fan of sweets. He prefers apple slices and caramel dip.

[s0xthef0x]

Theoretically Speaking

Ness accidentally stumbles into the life of Mike Schmidt, and in all honesty? He doesn't mind staying.

When a trip to the mall goes awry, Ness finds himself injured and in the arms of a security guard. With no friends or family to turn to during his recovery, Mike Schmidt enters the picture to lend a hand.

(Split/Alternating POVs)

MASTER POST

CHAPTER 3

As Ness starts spending some time with the Schmidts, he realizes that maybe he was lucky to break his leg.

NESS

As long as he was stranded at his apartment, his only options for passing the time were either reality TV or continuing his attempts at beating the final level in Silent Hill. Ness knew how to beat it. Back in community college, he watched one of his friends do it. That was the problem with liking video games as a person who sucks at actually playing them. 

Ness cursed through gritted teeth while his thumbs pushed up and down furiously on the controller. He already knew he was going to have to start over for the hundredth time, but that didn’t stop him from mashing the buttons harder. 

“Come on!” Facing failure once again, Ness fell back against and tossed the controller to the floor. He rubbed both hands against his face, grumbling under his breath. The neighbors next door were already easily annoyed by the medium volume setting on the TV. If Ness got too carried away, they wouldn’t hesitate to file a noise complaint.

Ness kept his face buried in one hand as he reached for the remote and turned off the TV. At the moment, he couldn’t stand listening to the game score. Once the room was silent, he became fully aware of how hard he was breathing. Despite being alone, he felt his face redden. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a visceral reaction to a video game. Hearing himself, he sounded like a child.

Beyond the window, the world sounded louder than usual. Chirps sounded from the corner of the windowsill, where a small nest shook with the movements of recently hatched robins, who seemed to be constantly crying out for food they had yet to receive, and a mother who still hadn’t returned. 

Ness’s eyes fell on the table, where the Macy's bag had been left after Mike stopped by the first time. If not for his injury, Ness would have followed his original plan of wrapping it and delivering it to the post office. But now he wasn't sure. None of his letters or packages had ever been responded to. He couldn't expect that to change now. 

He turned in his seat, lifting his cast with a grunt, and repositioning himself for a nap. Instead of actually sleeping, he spent the following hour trying to tune out his stream of thought, which had the opposite effect, leaving him even more exhausted. 

Ness opened his eyes when he heard a knock at the door. Two muffled voices bickered outside while he hoisted himself up with his crushes and began shuffling toward the door.

"Hi!" Abby greeted instantly. She once again stood at her brother's side. They both carried groceries in their arms, but Mike was dealing with most of the load.

"Great to see you again." Ness smiled and stepped aside to let them in. Mike stood in the center of the kitchen and looked around. "Where do you want these?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"Alright.” Abby set down her bags onto the floor. Mike shot her a glare. "Pick those up."

"He said anywhere.”

Ness stifled a laugh. "You can just put the rest on the table.” 

Mike nodded and scooped up the bags from the floor. Abby reached up to grab them back from her brother, insisting "I can do it! I can do it!" Mike finally caved and gave up the last of the groceries. Abby smiled and ran them over to the table.

"That's everything, I guess.” Mike scratched the back of his neck, observing the kitchen. "Did I miss anything?"

“Nope. That should do it."

"I'm assuming you're gonna be needing more groceries until your cast is off?" 

Ness picked at a loose thread on his sweater. “As long as it's no trouble."

Mike looked away, crossing his arms with a faint laugh. "I'm used to trouble."

Speaking of which, Mike turned around when he caught Abby in the act of shaking a snow globe she found on a shelf.

"Abby." 

Mike marched over and snatched it from her hands. "This isn't your house.” He placed the snow globe back on the shelf. Abby crossed her arms and stood in silent stubbornness.

"It's okay,” Ness gave Abby a reassuring smile, “don’t worry about it.”

Similarly to his sister, Mike crossed his arms. "We should head home."

Abby's scrunched up expression faded into sudden enthusiasm. She spun to face Ness. "We're having pizza and spaghetti for dinner."

Ness widened his eyes to show interest."Woah, really?" 

"No," Mike interjected. "I said you could choose pizza or spaghetti. We are not having both for dinner." A little bit of color rose in his face, like he was trying harder to convince Ness rather than his sister.

"Can Ness come?" Abby spun back around to look up at her brother. Mike blinked. His mouth set into a straight line. "It depends."

She turned back to Ness "Do you wanna eat dinner?"

Ness forced a soft laugh, trying to fill some of the silence in the room as he searched for the right response.

MIKE

Now that they had a third person at the table, Mike gave in to Abby's demands. He prepared angel hair pasta in a boiling pot and shoved a frozen pizza in the oven. He didn't have to worry about entertaining their guest, Abby already had that covered.

"What color?" She held out a paper fortune teller to Ness. He pointed to a square. "That one." Abby nodded. "B-L-U-E."

"So what did I get?" 

"You'll get eaten by a shark," Abby said with the full seriousness of a bonafide, professional reader of fortunes.

"Rats." Ness banged a fist on the table. "Can I go again?"

"Hmm. . . okay. . ." Abby refolded the paper to reset the fortune teller. "But this is the last one! No take backs!"

"Understood."

"Pick an animal."

The moment felt almost surreal, hearing his sister playing with a near-total stranger. Mike was still partially annoyed that the only reason this happened was because Max had to cancel at the last possible second. He wouldn't have had to worry about his sister inviting a stranger into their home. 

Mike was still a little on edge. He occasionally looked over to keep an eye on Ness. Overhearing parts of their conversation helped him to overlook it. Mike couldn't help but chuckle.

The rest of the evening went better than he expected. Ness was surprisingly open and kept conversations moving naturally, with no room for awkward silences. Mike was also impressed by his ability to go along with Abby's occasional make-believe tangents, like he knew exactly what she was talking about when she brought up her made-up friends and worlds.

They talked about everything, yet nothing at the same time. No personal questions ever came up, nothing about his job or family. Then again, Abby had the tendency to steer clear from any topic that she found completely and utterly uninteresting- which was most adult things.

The night flew by so fast Mike didn't even notice the sun had gone down. "It's late. I should get you back to your apartment." He pointed at Abby, "then you need to go to bed."

Abby pouted but did nothing to protest. She was already swaying slightly in her seat, only moments away from sleeping then and there at the dinner table.

"I didn't realize the time." Ness glanced at the clock. "I didn't mean to keep you up."

Mike shrugged. "It's the weekend." ***

Abby was asleep in the passenger seat. Mike reached over to tighten her seatbelt, then re-tucked her blanket over her shoulders. The car was filled with the ambience of the dwindling evening traffic and the pitter-patter of rainfall.

Mike parked as close to the apartment door as he could manage. "This is your stop," he spoke quietly so as to not wake Abby.

Ness leaned closer to whisper to Mike, “thanks again for the food and everything."

Mike nodded. He turned in his seat to look at Ness. He stopped himself from saying something, but forced it out, "would you want to do it again sometime?"

Ness's hesitation made Mike wonder if he should've held back from asking. Then he wondered why he asked in the first place. Maybe his sister’s overly friendly nature was finally starting to rub off on him. 

"T-that would be great."

Mike watched until Ness made it inside before backing up the car. On the drive back home, he started to think about what they might have for dinner next week.

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<<< PREVIOUS CHAPTER

MASTER POST

If you don’t want to wait on updates of the revision on this blog, you can binge the original on Ao3 or wattpad ;)

[chthonicgodling]

AMONGST these Elysium updates in the same thread we also received::: Loki trying to explain he fled because he panicked because everything was “too perfect” and he couldn’t handle it (in not so many words and this is like pulling teeth), and he’ll do it again! he’ll ruin it again! why bother to put up with this! Loki’s curled in a fetal position on the couch with his head in Tory’s lap, before even Maci knows he’s come home - I’m bothering because I want to take care of you, Tory says.

“I’m not worthy of it,” says Loki, despondently.

…Loki’s never felt worthy of anything in his life.

hh. hha. ha. H—

[^live footage of me at that line literally, stopping and looking Smugly Directly At You,

anyway Tory’s response was lichrally “Doesn’t really matter if you’re worthy or not. It’s what I want.” which has dissolved both Loki and myself into a weepy puddle so, y’know. yknow.

wait I’m actually so glad I found that very specific bugs bunny picture bc it’s been so specifically in my brain that ENTIRE thread fgkfkgkgk that’s really me in my minds eye throwing shit at fenixe

[fovarosiblog]

Na, az úgy volt, hogy volt itt az a thread, hogy ki milyen mesétől félt gyerekkorában. És én emlékeztem, hogy gyereknapon egyszer a moziban volt egy pandamacis film, amiben egy sziklán mászott fel a vízesésen valami limlom vagy mi. Na ebből aztán valaki itt tumblin kitalálta, hogy ez a film a Panda maci kalandjai volt, és hát íme. Most megnéztem. Valami elképesztően szar egy mesefilm, tele van rettegtetéssel, haláfélelemmel, szar a fordítás, egy fos a rajzolás, minden szempontból egy trash az egész.

[damirosse-a]

his hum encourages macy to keep going. she lets her tongue mingle deeper, melting into his grasp, close as could be. fortunately they're able to get intimate tonight since her aunt was currently babysitting her daughter. "you really make me want you," she grins, a bit of mischief in her tone.

he knows that macy is the one that usually takes charge in their relationship , and he's not upset about that . it's what works for them . he hums against her lips , fingers gently curling into her waist as he pulls her closer to him .

[wackymaci]

PRESENTING.,,, A FULLY CANON CONVO: “ChalBel looks for loki (lmfao)/ and RETURNS HIM”

hey what if…. I just post the entire thing.

hm :)c (yes that’s the formal archive title^)

QUICK NOTES BEFORE YOU READ ALL THIS🥹

1. SEND A MINDREADER AFTER THE GOD OF LIES????? god it should have ALWAYS been set to happen this way!!

2. Once upon a time I said that i feel bad for never wholly portraying Bel in my art and posts due to the fact that Bel’s moments are usually up against Chal, who’s a chaotic mess, and so Bel always seems really calm and stoic when compared to her. THIS conversation is the most perfect, perfect, peak Bel showcase completely. please view the MOST Married Couple of All Time, they are SOOOO

3. a special thank you (as ALWAYS) to fenixe (who is not even here fgkFGK) - as we all know, fenixe and I never PLAN anything OoC together and even when shit happens we’re never conferencing about , like. intention. so for her to SO COMPLETELY AND ACCURATELY clock exactly what Loki’s doing (through Bel, mindreader!!) is so,, chefs kiss. THE ELYSIUM HIVEMIND??? We don’t OoC conference because we don’t NEED TOOOO LMAOOO-

4. Format is in fact spacier and slightly weird due to just being a full copypaste of the thread. I’m actually not going to post this as screenshots cause it is SOOOOOOOOOO LONG and. I can’t decide where to cut and paste. so… so!! hghhh this is why I do screenshots cause *i* hate when it’s formatted like this but whateverrrrrrr I’ll get over it. that being said I went ahead and bolded names idk if that’s easier to read or???

5. Obviously don’t reblog this lol

6. pls enjoy. HHHHHHGHHG-

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Chal: -curled with Bel-

Libby: -wanders to-

Chal: Hi. How was your cult meeting?

Libby: Um, it was good…

Bel: -quiet- -petting Chal-

Libby: Can you go look for Loki for us?

Chal: …Who, me?

Libby: Uh-huh.

Chal: …Me specifically? What? Why?

Bel: I’ll go with you.

Chal: -glances between- Wh— huh? How is that my fucking job?

Libby: -flutters wings- We think Loki may be hiding in the pocket voids around here—no one else really knows how to get to them, so…

Chal: What do you mean he’s hiding?

Libby: ‘Cause the baby, and…

Chal: What do you mean the baby?

Bel: He’s pregnant.

Chal: He’s pregnant?

Libby: Yeah, so he ran away. We’re trying to find him, he.

Libby: -small voice- He um, Tory and Maci are really upset. Well, everyone’s really upset.

Chal: The fuck do Tory and Maci care?

Libby: Um…

Bel: Tory’s the other parent.

Chal: …Is he hiding from Maci?

Bel: I don’t think so? They’re on good terms now.

Chal: What am I supposed to do if I find him?

Libby: Bring him home.

Chal: -scoffs- He’s not gonna fucking listen to me.

Bel: If he doesn’t listen, should we call you?

Libby: Uh-huh. Me, or… Rane’s always in charge, or maybe Fen…

Chal: Whoa whoa whoa what if he flips out at me? What if he fucking turns me into a baby again?!

Bel: I’ll poof you away if I hear him thinking about it.

Libby: Please, Chal? He’s my mom, and no one else knows knows how to get into the voids.

Chal: Maybe I don’t even fucking know how to get into those anymore, it’s been a long fucking time since…

Libby: Chal pleeee-ase.

Chal: -frowns- -quiet-

Chal: -mumbles- Okay fine.

Bel: -takes Chal’s hand-

Libby: -hugs Chal- Thank you thank you.

Chal: -mumbles- Whatever.

Chal: -squeezes Bel’s hand- -poofs with-

Bel: -laces fingers-

Chal: What’s the fucking plan here? Should we have come up with a plan? What the fuck are I supposed to say if we actually find him?

Chal: This is so stupid. These things are like, all over the place. There’s so many of them and they all look the same. I don’t have a map. Only Loki has a map, maybe.

Bel: I guess just, say that his kids want him to come home?

Chal: -runs hands over face- Gods fuck oh my gods fuck. Yeah, ‘cause we’re gonna be the ones he’s gonna be thrilled to see. Fuck me oh my gods fuck this.

Chal: -curls wings- -sighs- …Well, he’s not in this one.

Bel: -looking around- How many of these are there?

Chal: Yeah, that’s the other thing— I have no idea. Tens? Hundreds? Thousands?

Chal: -poofs with-

Chal: …Probably not thousands. That seems like a lot.

Bel: I guess we’ll keep looking?

Chal: -small nod-

Chal: They’re not even nice to be in, they’re empty, they’re unsettling. Like accidentally ending up behind the fucking scenes or something.

Chal: -sighs- How long has Loki even been hiding for?

Bel: I’m not sure. I didn’t hear it.

Chal: But you heard Libby’s meeting? Did they all offer me up as sacrifice to Loki’s rage?

Bel: -shakes head- They wanted your help because you can navigate these places.

Bel: -pauses-

Bel: And they wanted me with you to do the talking if we find him.

Chal: …Oh. That makes more sense, he might listen to you. Definitely not me.

Chal: -poofs with-

Chal: What if he turns you into a baby?

Bel: I’ll, um.

Bel: I’ll try not to let it go there.

Chal: -stops- …Loki used to— Loki was a fucking, supervillain. Isn’t Loki fucking dangerous? Is this dangerous?

Chal: Is he going crazy in a fit of fucking rage? What if we have to fight him?

Chal: I, I can’t win against him in a fight. I don’t even know if I know how to fight anymore and I can’t do magic.

Bel: He hasn’t been overtly malicious in a long while.

Chal: Maybe he turned “overtly malicious” while he was running away. Maybe he’s gonna be in a real overtly malicious fucking mood about me and you trying to talk to him. Um, you trying to talk to him.

Bel: Still, it’s… We got asked to look for him by his kids. It’s important we try.

Chal: -mumbles- We don’t have to… Ugh, I guess.

Chal: You knew he was gonna have a baby…?

Bel: -nods- I heard it, but he didn’t want me to tell anyone.

Chal: Oh, shit.

Chal: -poofs with- -looking around-

Chal: And no one else knew? For like, a long fucking time?

Bel: No one but Tory and Maci, I guess.

Chal: -gives look- …And you and Ty.

Bel: Not on purpose.

Chal: Hmph.

Chal: How long am I supposed to keep going through the voids for? What if he’s not even in any of these? We could be here fucking forever. Who’s gonna put N to bed?

Bel: I guess when we need to put N to bed, we can stop.

Chal: -sulks- And then just, back at it tomorrow and every fucking day forever?

Chal: What if he hides for nine months?

Bel: If it’s too much labor, well…

Bel: We do have a daughter to take care of.

Chal: Right. Exactly, yeah. We do. I’m not taking N into the voids, so…

Chal: …-quieter- Is, um. Is Libby really upset?

Bel: She’s worried, mostly.

Chal: -sighs-

Chal: -mumbles- I’m sure Loki would probably come back on his own eventually…

Bel: Probably, but…

Bel: Well, he’s at risk for complications. If he’s not able to use his magic or get help…

Chal: Oh… Oh, that’s…

Chal: -frowns- Why… why’d he fucking leave then?

Bel: I don’t know.

Bel: Habit, or nerves?

Chal: -squints- That doesn’t make any sense. If he’s nervous about complications why banish himself to the fucking, middle of nowhere where no one can even get to him?

Chal: …Does Loki have anxiety?

Bel: -nods- A ton of it, actually.

Chal: -stops- Huh. …Seriously?

Bel: Yeah.

Chal: He could try therapy. He made me fucking do it.

Bel: -small smile- Maybe when he’s back home, you can suggest it.

Chal: Yeah, right. If he’s not mad enough at me for trying to find him, then that’ll do it for fucking sure…

Bel: -quiet-

Chal: -squeezes hand- -mumbles- This is so stupid. I mean, he could be in any of these. He could even be anywhere.

Bel: -soft sigh-

Chal: -poofs with-

Chal: Maybe he’s not even in here at all. Who said he was hiding here in the first place? If no one knows how to get in then how—

Loki: -looks at-

Chal: -stops short-

Bel: Oh—

Chal: -stutters- Oh, fuck—

Loki: -raises eyebrow- -faintly- Interesting.

Loki: -gestures to poof-

Bel: Wait!

Loki: -snarls- What.

Bel: You—

Bel: -runs hands over face- Ugh.

Chal: …Holy fuck you’re really fucking pregnant—

Loki: -eyeroll- -poofs-

Bel: Aaaaagh fuck you fuck you come back.

Chal: -sputters- That is SO pregnant! What happens if he has a baby in here?! Do you know how to deliver a baby?!

Chal: -clutches at- What if we find him again and he’s having a baby?

Bel: I-I mean, he knows how, so I could read his mind and figure it out…

Chal: I don’t—

Chal: -small noise- -poofs with-

Chal: -spins all around- -deflates- Fuck, fuck, it’s empty.

Bel: Maybe he’s still close?

Chal: Okay. Okay.

Chal: Okay if we find him again what do we do.

Bel: I’ll try to talk to him.

Bel: Like, actually talk.

Chal: Okay, fuck, okay.

Chal: Okay, lemme— -poofs with-

Chal: -frustrated groan- -poofs again-

Chal: -goes to poof- …. -freezes- Oh—

Loki: -sighs- -dryly- Oh, you’re after me, is that it? Here I thought I might be interrupting date night.

Bel: Shitokayokay—

Bel: Look, your children asked us to help find you.

Bel: They want you home.

Loki: -face falls slightly- -tucks arm around belly- -composes self-

Loki: Well, you can let them know you’ve found me. That I’m quite well. That I love them dearly.

Loki: …-frowns- That I don’t want to return, which they ought to know.

Bel: Why??

Bel: Everyone — Tory, Maci, your family, they’re upset.

Bel: They miss you.

Loki: -swallows hard- -petting belly-

Loki: Ah, well. You see, it’s simply because—

Loki: -gives look- -poofs-

Bel: WAIT—

Chal: NO!

Chal: -fidgets- D-do we keep going or pass a message?

Bel: Keep going!

Bel: All the fucking teleporting is making me nauseous, it’s fucking personal now, just go!

Chal: -scrambles- -poofs-

Loki: Don’t you have better things to do?

Chal: -startles- Oh shit, there you— Do the voids all go in— order?

Loki: Would you like a map? Would that be easier for you?

Bel: Oh my gods, just fucking listen!

Bel: Why are you even here? You know full well you’re just making yourself worse being all alone; what happened to not up and disappearing for this child?

Loki: -witty retort dies- -falters slightly-

Bel: And your kids figured out what’s wrong on their own — I didn’t tell anyone — because you always. fucking. do this.

Chal: -clutching Bel- -staring between-

Loki: None of this concerns you. Neither of you.

Chal: Bullshit, Libby misses you too.

Bel: Yeah, it does! My sister-in-law’s missing her fucking dad.

Loki: -evenly- I believe I’m designated Libby’s mother, thank you very much.

Bel: Ohmygods, it’s semantics.

Loki: -waves hand- I’ll return eventually. My children can come to me. When there aren’t search parties I can— they know this. They know I’ll always…

Bel: Fucking hell, they’re worried you’re gonna get hurt.

Bel: Wasn’t that the whole point of staying home? You’ve got support if something happens?

Bel: Fucking off to a hidey-void is familiar, I get it, but it’s not safer.

Loki: I won’t be hurt.

Loki: -glaring daggers- And it feels safer.

Loki: I don’t need support, this endless charade. I can handle myself, myself. I j-just— I just need time to— -falters-

Loki: -swallows- -viciously- Being chased through liminal spaces isn’t helpful, either.

Bel: Time to what? Sabotage your relationships because they can’t abandon you if you do it first, on your terms?

Loki: -breath hitches- -visible flinch-

Loki: -snarls- -POOFS-

Chal: -coughs- The dramatic smoke wasn’t necessary, can you not piss him off into exploding—

Bel: -yelling- GO TO FUCKING THERAPY.

Chal: -poofs with-

Loki: Now you’re really starting to irritate me.

Bel: You’re irritated? I’m irritated!

Loki: You’re welcome to leave!

Bel: I’m not done yelling at you!

Bel: Tory thinks he’s done something wrong and who’s gotta listen to his head? Me!

Loki: -pales slightly- —Gods I told him it wasn’t personal, th-that none of this would be…

Bel: You’re fairly well known for lying.

Loki: -sneers- Well, then there’s what happened for “not up and disappearing with this child,” your answer in turn.

Bel: Bullshit, I know this is your other bit: you’re also well-known for acquiring nice situations, getting nervous about something happening to the nice situation, and then you create a catastrophe because if the nice thing you have is gonna go up in flames, at least it’s on your terms.

Bel: How will you know if people give a shit about you if you never give them a chance?

Loki: -opens mouth- -closes-

Loki: -blinking furious tears- -poofs-

Chal: -breathless- I think you’re fucking winning, -poofs after-

Loki: -frustrated groan- This seems like all just a lot of fuss for no reason.

Loki: They’ve others to occupy their time— They can fuck the clones, if they’re so deprived. Tell them I said so.

Chal: Aagh, gods.

Bel: What do you mean, no reason? Your children want you home, Tory and Maci want you home, Rane’s made a fucking council to figure out where you went.

Loki: Rane’s always making councils, it’s her favorite hobby.

Chal: You keep swerving around all the fucking subjects.

Loki: -glares at- -icily- No reason, as my children can come and go to find me as they see fit, for visits if they wish. All these theatrics, sprung upon me before I’d a chance to find them. Tory and Maci—

Loki: -voice wobbles slightly- …Are f… furious, I’m sure, and I won’t return to be in the line of fire.

Loki: And Rane just likes gathering councils. There, all your subjects.

Bel: I’m not stupid. You think Tory and Maci will blow up if you come back?

Bel: Your children don’t even know where you are; it’s why we found you.

Bel: Everyone misses you and wants you safe. Go home.

Loki: You must understand this was all very impromptu. I didn’t mean… I didn’t… I would have sent for my children, I didn’t get a chance to— I’d never leave them—

Loki: I-In the meantime, Maci and Tory will find another fifty things to be angry about beyond myself and the turmoil I’ve caused; eventually I can fall further from out of their graces and into irrelevance, I— I’ll return when tempers are cooled, once they’ve moved on.

Bel: Tempers never went off! They’re worried, not angry. You’re creating scenarios in your head, and that’s the only place they exist.

Bel: If you care about them at all, you’ll cut it out with the borderline behavior and stop sabotaging the relationship you built.

Loki: -hugging belly- -stares away from-

Loki: You’re utterly naive if you think I could just, what, waltz back? Popped out for a quick break? Pretend it never happened, fall back to— the normalcy that— the way I— we’d—

Loki: And say it does and I dissolve into panic again and—

Loki: —Oh for gods’ sake, might we all sit in a circle and discuss our feelings here? Might we all be better off? Begone with this. Let me be.

Bel: You literally can. Just go back.

Loki: I won’t. I won’t return to collapse again— and again, again. They ought to have known what they’d— I’d warned them. Their own stupidity if they’d chosen bare optimism instead.

Loki: -sneers- And you can pass that message along, as well. -goes to poof-

Loki: -green fizzles- -goes nowhere-

Chal: -startles- …O-oh, shit…?

Loki: …-closes eyes- -SIGHS-

Bel: Out of juice?

Loki: -withering glare- -yes-

Chal: -holds out panicky hands- Are you gonna— have the, fucking baby?

Loki: …No, Chal.

Bel: It’s fucking with his magic.

Loki: -snaps at- Perhaps it’s merely a side effect of hauling myself and a large, developing mystery, to travel rapidfire across many, many difficult to reach pockets in succession.

Loki: I was quite comfortable where you’d found me. Quiet. Alone, peaceful. A bed that wasn’t sweltering, no impossible expectations looming over my head. Functioning magic, m-mostly. Here we are, a million voids later.

Chal: Shit, it is fucking with you? You look all— sweaty.

Loki: Just go away.

Bel: Fine, it’s not like I have much else to say to you—

Bel: -lunges for Loki- -poofs with-

Loki: -struggles away from- -PREGNANT AND AWKWARD- -snarling- How DARE you, you’ll pay for this I swear it—

Chal: -yelling- No the fuck he won’t, he’s fucking helping your stupid ass anyway!

Bel: -poofs back to palace-

Loki: -crumples to knees- -trying not to cry-

Loki: -folds over belly-

Libby: -gasps- You actually found—?!

Bel: Yeah, somehow.

Bel: Also fuck him, he kept teleporting from pocket to pocket.

Chal: I-I think we’re all dizzy and nauseous, really fucking fun, fucking asshole—

Libby: Are you okay?! Are you— -kneels to Loki- A-are you, okay, the baby…?

Loki: -hangs head- The baby’s okay, I…

Loki: -tears streaming- -whispers- Please don’t call your siblings, they shouldn’t s-see me in this state.

Loki: You won, let me be.

Libby: I…

Chal: -beseeches Tory-

Tory: -poofs-

Chal: -points-

Tory: -pauses-

Loki: -hunches into ball- -choked sob-

Libby: -hovers- The, the baby’s okay, he said…

Tory: -quiet- -pets Chal’s shoulder-

Chal: -stumbles back against Tory- S, sorry I don’t know if I— maybe I shouldn’t have called you if, b-but he said not the kids and Bel and me already spent too much time fucking yelling at him in the voids and I don’t, uhh…

Tory: -kisses top of head- You did really good.

Chal: -beams slightly- Bel did better.

Tory: You’re a team.

Chal: -BEAMS MORE- -squeezes Bel’s hand-

Chal: Please don’t let him fucking kill us.

Tory: -crouches by Loki-

Loki: -sobbing in heap- -trembling-

Tory: -pets-

Loki: -coughs- -sobs-

Chal: -inches closer to Bel- H-his um, he couldn’t teleport… Maybe the baby, we dunno.

Tory: -squeezes Loki’s shoulder- Stand up.

Loki: -tears streaming- -sniffling- -shakes head-

Loki: …-struggles up anyway- -holding belly-

Loki: -can’t look at-

Tory: -hugs Loki-

Loki: -stiffens- … -sobs- -crumples into-

Tory: -rubbing back-

Loki: -trembling-

Libby: I-I um, I’ll tell everyone that he… I-I’ll tell them to see you tomorrow, if…

Libby: You’re… staying, right? You’re not leaving again tomorrow?

Loki: -small voice- -hoarse- I’ll b-be here.

Tory: -brushes hair out of face-

Loki: -small sob- -stares into floor-

Tory: You’re okay?

Loki: -shakes head-

Tory: Do you want to sit down?

Loki: -wobbly nod- -not looking at-

Chal: -like watching a trainwreck- -backs away-

Chal: -so awkward- Do you— you can— have our room if, we’ll all go s-someplace else if you, have to cry on the floor or, something.

Tory: -guides Loki to couch- I’ll take care of him.

Chal: -nodnodnod- -grabs Bel/Libby- -mutters- I need to fucking lie down. We’re walking to bed, I’m teleporting zero more times tonight.

~*~

aaaaand..,,, scene

thanks for reading<3 yknow…. I hope posting these threads (pieces, whole parts) provides some insight into why I’m the way I am with elysium lmfao

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Drugu Choegyal (via Joanna Macy): There comes a time when all life on Earth is in danger. Great barbarian powers have arisen. Although these powers spend their wealth in preparations to annihilate one another, they have much in common: weapons of unfathomable destructive power, and technologies that lay waste our world. In this era, when the future of sentient life hangs by the frailest of threads, the Shambhala warriors appear. The warriors have no home. They move on the terrain of the barbarian powers. Great courage is required, both moral and physical, for they must go into the heart of the barbarian powers to dismantle their weapons, into the places where the weapons are created, into the corridors of power where decisions are made. The Shambhala warriors are armed only with the weapons of compassion and insight. Both are necessary. Compassion gives them the energy to move forward, not to be afraid of the pain of the world. Fueled by compassion, warriors engage with the world, step forward and act. But by itself compassion burns with too much passion and exhausts us, so the second weapon is needed -- insight into the interdependence of all phenomena. With that wisdom we see that the battle is not between "good guys" and "bad guys," because the line between good and evil runs through every human heart. And with insight into our profound interrelatedness, we discern right action, knowing that actions undertaken with pure intent have repercussions throughout the web of life, beyond what can be measure or discerned. Together these two weapons sustain the warriors: the recognition and experience of our pain for the world and the recognition and experience of our radical interconnectedness with all life.

[Thanks Ian Sanders]