#✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }

[cxnsolatio]

TAG DROP!!

CHARACTER & GROUP TAGS

✚ | ❝ you're standing in the wings ; there you wait for the curtain to fall ❞ { c / donquixote doflamingo }

✚ | ❝ silent screams laughing here ; dying to tell you the truth ❞ { c / donquixote rosinante }

✚ | ❝ not alone with a dream / just a want to be free ; with a need to belong / i am the clansman ❞ { c / monkey d. luffy }

✚ | ❝ teach me the art of war ; for i shall bring more than you bargained for ❞ { c / roronoa zoro }

✚ | ❝ but brutus wasn't kind / wasn't strawberries that were red ; he wasn't cutting bread ❞ { c / eustass kid }

✚ | ❝  just for a second a glimpse of my father I see ; and in a movement he beckons to me ❞ { c / usopp }

✚ | ❝ i see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost / as they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost ❞ { c / brook }

✚ | ❝ but a ghost lives in my veins ; silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone ❞ { c / sanji }

✚ | ❝ nowhere left to run ; navigator's son / chasing rainbows all my days ❞ { c / bepo }

✚ | ❝ face up ; make your stand / and realise you're living in the golden years ❞ { c / shachi }

✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }

✚ | ❝ can i tempt you? come with me / be devil may care ; fulfill your dream ❞ { c / ikkaku }

✚ | ❝ unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds / slowly unveiling the power he holds ❞ { c / tony tony chopper }

✚ | ❝ you watch the world exploding every single night ; dancing in the sun / a newborn in the light ❞ { c / nico robin }

✚ | ❝ they dared to go, where no one would try / they chose to fly where eagles dare ❞ { g / straw hat pirates }

✚ | ❝ when it comes to the time are we partners in crime? when it comes to the time ; we'll be ready to die ❞ { g / heart pirates }

OTHER TAGS

✚ | ❝ and the ship it sinks like lead into the sea / and the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins ❞ { v / contemporary }

✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }

✚ | ❝ can i play with madness? the prophet stared at his crystal ball ❞ { crack }

[chelsfic]

Leftovers - Part 12/12 - Nandor the Relentless x Female Reader Fanfic

For Previous Parts: WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: The reader shares her last night alive with her new family.

A/N: I realized as I was writing this that this whole fic could really be read as an elongated metaphor for my falling in love with this show and this fandom. I hope you guys like this ending and aren’t disappointed. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotions, Crack humor, Turning into a vampire

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It’s an hour after sunset and you can hear your housemates stirring. You’re still lying in bed. The ceiling overhead is cracked and peeling in places. You suppose this probably won’t be your bedroom for much longer. Nandor will want you to move into his crypt. Will you have your own coffin? Or will he want to keep sharing? How does one even purchase a coffin for...personal use?

You know you’re stalling. Nandor is being uncharacteristically patient, but he won’t wait all night. You’re not afraid. Okay, you’re afraid. But, you’d be stupid not to be. You saw Guillermo during his transition. He looked like hell for about three whole days. But you know Nandor will take care of you. Well, strike that. You know Nandor will try to take care of you and if he fails, Nadja and Guillermo will be there. 

The night you met...the night you almost became a meal...was your birthday. So much has happened since then. You’ve been kept prisoner, fed upon, attacked, hurt. You’ve also fallen in love with every vampire in this crazy house, even Colin Robinson, bless his heart. Nandor and his bizarre mix of vicious lust and achingly sweet softness has somehow pulled you into this world, into a place you’ve always belonged without even knowing it. So, yeah, you’re afraid. But the idea of not spending every night for the rest of eternity surrounded by these beautiful, damaged, stupid idiots is even more frightening.

A knock comes at your door and Nadja’s voice trills, “Hello, human? May I come in?”

You roll onto your side and sit up, dangling your bare legs over the edge of the bed. You’re wearing one of your few dresses because...well, because you’re going to die tonight and shouldn’t you dress up a little?

Nadja slips inside looking resplendent and deadly as always. She gives you a sympathetic smile and comes to sit next to you.

“Feeling a little nervous about our unholy transition, are we?” she ducks her head and gives you that mama-vampire-knows-best look of hers.

You lean your shoulder into hers, taking comfort in her presence.

“Maybe a little…” you admit. “I’m not having second thoughts or anything it’s just…”

“A little spooky wooky, yes?” Nadja supplies. She wraps her arm around your back and pulls you closer. “Don’t concern your head off, darling. I don’t know if you realize this but I am considered a bit of an expert. I’ve turned many, many humans in my time. Including my dear Laszlo. I’ll make sure Nandor does not slip up and accidentally make you into a zombie monstrosity like my poor Topher.”

You rear back and stare at Nadja with horror stricken eyes, “That’s a possibility!??”

Nadja chuckles and tweaks your nose, “I am giving you sarcasm! To lighten the mood! It’s working, yes?”

You let out a long-suffering sigh that hiccups into nervous laughter.

“I love you, Nadja,” you say with sudden, overwhelming emotion. You dive forward and wrap your arms around her in a fierce hug.

Nadja is stricken for a moment and she pats your back gingerly, “That’s...very nice. You think you want to come downstairs now? Because Nandor is being a real donkey dick down there waiting for you, but his balls are too shriveled to come up here and get you himself.”

You laugh and pull back from the hug, wiping tears from your eyes, “Yeah, let’s go. I’m ready.”

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“SURPRISE!” 

“HAPPY DEATHDAY!”

“SMASHLEY’S IN DA HOUSE!”

“What’s crack-a-lackin’?”

Nandor looks supremely put out when everyone yells something different as you walk through the door to the fancy room. Does no one listen to him? They had an agreed upon plan! He scowls at at the other vampires, especially fucking Colin Robinson, before sweeping over toward you and taking you from Nadja’s arm.

“Welcome to your Death Day Party! Do you like it?” Nandor looks down at you with those wide, sparkling eyes that make you forget he’s a centuries old blood-sucking fiend who once conquered nations and slaughtered thousands. 

You take in your surroundings with a look of wonder. There’s a giant glitter banner hanging above the fireplace that reads “Congratulations on your Dark Awakening.” You recognize it as Nandor’s handiwork at once. Also, Guillermo has obviously been to Party City because everyone is wearing pointed birthday hats with little Dracula emojis all over them and the whole room is absolutely covered in crepe paper. 

“It’s...so cute!” you squeal, grabbing him around the middle in an enthusiastic hug. This is...just want you needed. A little goofy, human levity before stepping off the edge of the unknown. Your eyes continue wandering over the room until they fall upon a long table set up against the wall. “Oh...my g--gahhhh--is that mac and cheese?”

The table is covered in dish after dish of all your favorite comfort foods. Macaroni and cheese, pizza, lasagna. Apple pie, blueberry pie, cherry pie! There’s a whole giant bowl of Reese’s peanut butter cups. You pull away from Nandor and dash across the room, launching yourself into Guillermo’s arms.

“You’re the sweetest monster I’ve ever known!” you cry, doing your best to squeeze the unlife out of him.

Guillermo laughs, “Listen, you’re going to be puking for days either way. You might as well have one last chance to enjoy human food.”

You roll your eyes, “Thanks for the reminder, Memo.”

“Alrighty!” Nandor is suddenly picking you up from behind and plucking you out of Guillermo’s arms. “That’s enough of that. Why don’t you have some of this--” he turns his head away from you and gags “--yummy food and then we’ll listen to some human musical arrangements that Nadja and Laszlo have prepared.”

Nandor hovers at your side, watching with a wrinkled nose as you pile food onto your plate. You’ve barely made a dent in the impressive spread and you’re feeling guilty about the waste when Colin Robinson ambles up.

“So, nervous about Nandor draining all your blood and killing you tonight?” he asks breezily.

You ignore the question and instead ask one of your own, “Hey, you think you can bring some of the leftovers into your office tomorrow? I’d hate to waste all this…”

Colin’s face lights with a maniacal grin, “Barbara’s on a diet...Yeah...this will be perfect!”

You settle onto one of the couches, sandwiched between Guillermo and Nandor. Both vampires look vaguely nauseated as you tuck into your food, but they’re holding it together.

Laszlo stands up with Nadja and starts strumming a guitar as he addresses everyone, “When I first met our human I assumed she’d soon be fertilizing my vulva garden--”

Nadja slaps his arm and Nandor hisses indignantly.

“But! But!” Laszlo continues, bowing with a flourish in your direction. “I came to realize that this particular human was something special. I decided to accept her into the fold. Mostly because she kept Nandor off my back and also my wife threatened to maim my testicles if I ate her…

“So, here we are, human. The last night of your life and we’ve got just one thing to say…”

The couple launches into a screeching, cloying rendition of “(I’ve had) The Time of my Life” from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack (blatantly stolen from Laszlo’s catalogue of compositions). Your face is frozen in horrified laughter and you flick your gaze to Guillermo’s to see that he’s covering his mouth to stifle his own laughs. On your other side, Nandor is clapping along and bobbing his head with the music. Yup, this is your tribe.

The party goes on for another couple hours. Laszlo and Nadja perform several more “hits” before finishing up with “The Girl in the Village with the Very Small Foot.” Nadja’s singing voice is still ringing in your ears when Nandor bends down to whisper, “It’s time, my human.”

The levity of the party has done a lot to calm your nerves, but you can’t help the sudden grip of anxiety around your throat at his words. You look up, falling, once again, into the fathomless depths of his lovely, dark eyes and you think, That’s what this is. You’re going to live in that deep, dark beauty from now on. There’s nothing scary about that. 

You both stand up to leave and say your goodbyes. Laszlo and Colin wish you luck. Guillermo hugs you and presses several quick kisses to your cheeks as Nandor murmurs warningly, “Watch it!”

When he releases you, you’re suddenly engulfed in the arms of a crying Nadja.

“I do love you, you magnificent, ruthless baby!” she sobs. “Nandor, if you fuck this up I’m going to make a hat out of your asshole.”

You laugh into her shoulder and Nandor complains, “Yeesh! Alright, calm down, Nadja!”

By the time you’ve pried yourself from Nadja’s grip you’ve joined her in crying and your face is soaked. Who knew vampires could be so sentimental?

Nandor grimaces in distaste as he brings his hands up to wipe away the tears.

“Ready!?”

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Nandor’s crypt looks just as it always does. No crepe paper or glitter in sight. Just the warm glow of candles, the rich red and gold accents of the decor, and the solid familiar bulk of the coffin where you’ve spent so many nights wrapped in his protective embrace. He leads you over to the chaise lounge and you both sit, fidgeting nervously and darting shy glances at one another.

Nandor plucks at the fabric of your dress, “This is nice.”

You smile faintly, “Thanks, I--I thought maybe I should dress up for the occasion. Is that stupid? I guess it’ll just get stained…”

“No,” Nandor cuts in, looking earnest and serious. “No, I’ll be careful.”

You nod and fall silent again. The knowledge of what you’re about to do seems to hang like a thick curtain between you. The easy intimacy that you’ve shared is strained with the gravity of what is to come. Nandor finally huffs out an exasperated sigh and pulls you into his lap. At first you think he’s just going to bite the bullet, so to speak, and dig into your neck at once. But instead he grabs your face and pulls you into a searing, all-consuming kiss. 

He tangles his fingers in your hair, pushing his tongue into your mouth with a low groan. You stroke your hands down the long column of his throat, running them across his broad shoulders and down his back. How this man--this perfectly imperfect, wonderfully fragile, fierce warrior man--has come to choose you, you can’t begin to understand. For countless other human souls, catching the eye of Nandor the Relentless has meant grim misfortune. For you, finding yourself the prey of a murderous vampire is the best thing that’s ever happened in your life. 

Except maybe being MVP at last year’s championship bout.

Nandor’s lips fall away and he looks up at you, panting heavily with his hair mussed and tangled. His gaze flicks down to your exposed throat and you see him swallow in anticipation. He reaches for something on an end table and shows you the stainless steel travel mug containing his blood. You take it from him noting the strip of masking tape on the lid with Nandor’s elegant scrawl--his name and the date.

You snort, setting the container down on the cushions beside you and looking back up at Nandor.

“Prepare yourself, my mortal,” he growls, fangs elongating and eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. 

You turn your head, baring your neck for your vampire boyfriend, and answering lightly, “I have a name, you know.”

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THE END

A/N: Hey, thank you so so so much to everyone who read and supported this fic from the beginning! Your comments and encouragement mean the world to me!

Tags:

@festering-queen, @kandomeresbitch, @strangestdiary, @glitterportrait, @scuzmunkie, @redwoodshadows, @sarasxe, @rileyomalley 

[valeriethepussycats]

Inside Out

Chapter 1

Pairing- Loki x Reader

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics. Flashbacks are in bold.

“Long before the birth of light there was darkness, and from that darkness, came the Dark Elves. Millennia ago, the most ruthless of their kind, Malekith, sought to transform our universe back into one of eternal night”

Malekith is looking up at the Convergence

“Such evil was possible through the power of the Aether, an ancient force of infinite destruction.”

The Aether.

“The noble armies of Asgard, led by my father, King Bor, waged a mighty war against these creatures.”

The Dark Elves and Asgardians fighting.

Kurse walks up to Malekith. “Malekith! Asgard's forces are upon us.”

The Bifrost opens, and bor steps out with Asgardian reinforcements.

“Send the Kursed.” Malekith told Kurse.

Some soldiers crush objects in their hands and become giant hulk-like creatures. Malekith looks up at the Convergence again.

“As the Nine Worlds converged above him, Malekith could at last unleash the Aether...”

Malekith and Kurse walk up to the Aether.

However, the Bifrost opens and Asgardian warriors attack Malekith, whom he kills. The Bifrost disappears, just as Malekith tries to get the Aether, but it is no longer there.

“But Asgard ripped the weapon from his grasp. Without it, the Dark Elves fell. With the battle all but lost, Malekith sacrificed his own people in a desperate attempt to lay waste to Asgard's army.”

Malekith watches as his forces are slaughtered. “Their deaths will mean our survival. This war is far from over.” He and Kurse get onto his ship and escape without notice, while destroying the other ships in the process.

The ships kill some of the Asgardians.

“Malekith was vanquished, and the Aether was no more. Or so we were led to believe.”

“Sire, the Aether. Shall we destroy it?”

“If only we could. But its power is too great. Bury it deep. Somewhere no one

will ever find it.”

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Earth, New York City

Wow! A lot has happened in the past couple of years for Y/n. She met an Alien/God, saved New York from an alien invasion, found out she has a soulmate who caused said invasion, and last but not least finding Gambit. Even though these last years had its up and downs. Y/n hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and spending time with Gambit is the cause of that. Spending time with him just make everything better it makes her miss Loki less (even though she didn’t get to spend that much time him). Now She was now walking down the street with Gambit eating ice cream in the middle of November.

“You met my mother. How that happened?” Y/n said taking a spoon full of her ice cream.

“The good professor wanted information on you.” Gambit answered.

“Charles Xavier knew about me and my where abounds this entire time.” Y/n said with an eye roll. “Apparently him and my father have an understanding with each other.”

“Your mother...she didn’t know you existed.” Gambit stated.

Of course she didn’t Charles fucked with her mind too what a big surprise

“Well that still doesn’t change the fact that she abandon me.” She said in a dry tone.

“You gave me a chance....you trusted me to protect you and I couldn’t.” Gambit said with a sad grimace.

Y/n to turns and looks at Gambit. “You did your best. You didn’t abandon me. Ya you could’ve call to let me know you weren’t dead but I wasn’t your responsibility. Those people were after her, and she didn’t want to get caught so she left me behind.” Y/n stated. “You gave me to my father so I could be safe so I wouldn’t be used by The Thieves Guild like you was. You protective me. You’ll always be my hero.....no matter what you say.”

Y/n turns away from Gambit and started to walk away. As she approaches the cross walk she hears a voice being broadcasted in her mind.

Please no!

“Someone is in trouble.” Y/n claimed.

“What?” Gambit mumbled.

Where are you

Oh my god

Where are you

In the alleyway behind the Barbecue Restaurants just off Main Street

Y/n takes off running to Ray’s bbq leaving Gambit in her dust. When she arrives in the alleyway and doesn’t see anyone.

Hello are you here

“Thank you for coming.”

Y/n turns around and see five Einherjar Guards. “Ummmm.Hello.”

“We are the Einherjar Guards of Asgard and our king wishes to speak with you on the behalf of Prince Loki Odinson.”

“What?”

“The king would like-“

“No no I get that but why.” Y/n said to herself.

Gambit catches up to Y/n and see her with a group of guards. “Petit? What’s happening.”

“I’m being summoned by the king of Asgard.” Y/n said with a small smile.

“A king!! The king of Asgard.” Gambit finished with a gaping jaw.

I get to go to Asgard!

“Look I have no problem coming but I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Y/n voiced.

“This is important the fate of Prince Loki rest in your hands.” Einherjar Guard said not trying to be pushy.

“Fate.....I thought Loki would have been went to trial.” Y/n turns and looks at Gambit.

“l..l hav-“

“No...no it’s find go I know how important he is to you.” Gambit said with a smile.

“But just find your way back Ya.”

Y/n is about to walks over to them when a thought runs though her mind. “How about you come with me?”

“Invitation is only for you.” Einherjar Guard chimed in.

“I see that but I’m just a mere mortal I wouldn’t be comfortable being on a world without someone who can relate to me.” Y/n said artfully. “Would you want to be on a world all by yourself?”

Einherjar Guards look at each other in confusion

“Or someone is going to have to tell the king that they could get a mere mortal to comply.” Y/n said with a smirk.

“He can come but he will be watched.” Einherjar Guard agreed.

“You heard em lets go.” Y/n said as she pulls Gambit and they stand next to the guards.

“Uhhh. What’s happening??” Gambit said with a curious tone.

“Heimdall open the Bi-Frost!” Einherjar Guard shouted.

“This is going to be fun!!” Y/n said In a giggling way.

Gambit looks over at her and could see the excitement in Y/n’s eyes. “What is about-“

Suddenly Bifrost opens! A portal surrounds them In an instant, they're gone.

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Upon emerge from the Bifrost, Y/n and Gambit looks around at the Observatory.

“Woo-hoo...let’s do that again.” Y/n proclaimed.

“No I’m gonna need a bucket.” Gambit grunted.

“Y/n L. Munroe and....Remy E. LeBeau I am Heimdall The gatekeeper of Asgard.” Heimdall announced.

“Hi....” Gambit and Y/n said in-sink.

“You are a friend of Thor. He has told me much about you.”

“I wish I can say the same.” Y/n said with a smile.

“If you follow the guards they will lead you to the Castle.”

“Thanks.” Gambit said walks with the guard.

“Heimdall...I was hoping I could come back here.”

“What for?” Heimdall asked.

“Well I would love to hear all your stories, being able to see everything in the universe....thats kind of wicked.” Y/n answered.

“Of course you can.”

Y/n smiles at Heimdall then catches up Gambit and whispered. “Do you think I look ok to meet a king.” Y/n was wearing a Navy blue crewneck cable knit with some light blue jeans and white air force 1.

“Petit, you look fine don’t worry about it.”

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Throne Room

Loki is in chains, as he gets brought to Odin.

“Loki.” Frigga said in a began.

“Hello, mother. Have I made you proud?” Loki asked

“Please, don't make this worse.” Frigga said with a calm voice.

“Define worse.” Loki said in a casual tone.

“Enough! I will speak to the prisoner alone.” Odin proclaimed.

With one last look Frigga walks out the throne Room.

Loki looks up at Odin and laughs. “I really don't see what all the fuss is about.”

“Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death.” Odin voiced.

“I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.” Loki expressed with a shrugged.

“We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.” Odin specified.

“Give or take 5000 years.” Loki sarcastically remarked.

Odin: “All this because Loki desires a throne.” Odin put forth.

“It is my birthright.” Loki voiced.

“Your birthright was to die!!!....” Odin shouted. “.....As a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me.”

“If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it. It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just ... I don't love them.” Loki said perpetually tired voice.

Odin tap the Gungnir on the ground and the doors open. Loki looks back back at the doors to see who could possibly coming in.

“Are we to wait on Thor?” Loki questioned.

“No Thor has nothing to do with this......” Odin started. “This is about someone else. That you are not worthy of.”

Wow this place looks so amazing

“Do you still want the Axe?” Odin wondered.

Loki looks over at Odin with wide eye then turns around and see Robin she looks just as he remembered her. Breathtaking.

“Loki!!” Y/n called out.

Loki can tell she’s happy to see him, she had a broad grin on her face despite him being in chains. “Y/n.” Loki said with darted a suspicious glance at Odin. “What is the meaning of this!?

When Y/n reached Loki she stands next to him and looks up at Odin.

Should I bow

You Bow to no one

Y/n looks over at Loki with a quizzical smile and all she gets back is a coy smile.

She turns back to Odin smiling to herself.

“I brought Y/n here to say goodbye to you.” Odin said in A calm voice.

“Goodbye..why would I need to say goodbye.....is he getting-“ Y/n said in rapid blinking and shaking her head ‘no’.

“You brought Y/n here to spite me......how do you even-“ Loki fumed.

“Frigga told me a long time ago, when you was just a boy.” Odin explained. “And Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons.”

“I thought he was going to die.” Y/n said like a weight was lifted off her shoulders, but then a relief is quickly replaced by anguish. “If you were going to do this then why do you bring me here? You should’ve left me on earth, instead of bringing me here when you’re just going to but him in the dungeons for the rest of his life.”

My life

Loki looks over at Y/n with knitted brows. “Y/n....”

“I know what Loki did on earth is unforgivable but-“ Y/n started.

“Did he or did he not kill someone close to you?” Odin asked.

“Yes he did and I kick his ass and my father brought him back.” Y/n answered.

“Your father.” Loki looks over at Y/n with his brows pulled together in a frown.

“Ant....Boot.” Y/n said teasing Loki softly.

“Oh.” Loki said with a blank stare and a paled face.

“Does he deserves punishment or not ?” Odin chimed in.

“Yes but-“

“Then it’s decided-“

“No. No. This can’t be the last time I’ll see him.”

Loki looks over at Y/n and see that black veins slowly starting to appear on the side of her neck.

Y/n, what is the matter

Nothing, I’m fine

“Let me have two weeks with him here on Asgard.” Y/n said not wanting to sound pushy.

“Giving you two weeks with Loki would give him happiness-“

“I’ll be in the dungeons with him.” Y/n said meaning the words more seriously than they sounded.

“You would do that.....” Odin said in curious tone. “.....for Loki?”

“Yes I would.” Y/n said firm persistence.

“Hmm.” With tap of the Gungnir, the doors open.

As the Einherjar Guards come in the throne room and takes Loki and they struggle to get him to leave.

“And what of Thor? You'll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains?” Loki said with a rigid expression.

“Thor must strife to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the nine realms and then, yes. He will be king. “ Odin answered.

Loki looks at Odin and then Y/n as he gets drag away, then Odin looks over at Y/n.

“You can have your two weeks.” Odin announced. “You do not have to be in the dungeons with him.”

Y/n turns her head quickly to look at Odin. “What? why would you just-“

“Do you not want it?” Odin snapped.

Yes..yes I do thank you.” Y/n said sincerely.

“Frigga” Odin calls out for his wife.

Frigga walks into the throne. “Well if it isn’t Y/n Munroe, l am Frigga Queen of Asgard.”

Y/n turns around and see the Queen of Asgard. “Hello.”

Wow she is so beautiful

Frigga approached and took Y/n’s hand in hers and looks at her with a sweet smile. “We have so much to talk about.” Frigga said as she led Y/n away out.

“You are even more beautiful then I thought.” Frigga said with a voice soft with affection.

“No you are.” Y/n said with out missing a beat.

Frigga laughs. “Is this Midgard attire.” Frigga said with one hand spin Y/n around to see her full outfit.

“Oh yes it is.”

“It’s lovely your practically glowing like the morning sun my dear.” Frigga said with a smile.

“Thank you.” Y/n said returning he smile.

“Come dear there’s much we must do.”

Meanwhile Loki watches Frigga and Y/n walking and talking, unaware of the horrors that were occurring several stories below his feet.

“I can’t remember the last time Loki or Thor brought a friend home to meet us,” Frigga said to Y/n . “When a young man brings a young woman home to meet his parents…” Frigga began, implying a possible marriage between Y/n and Loki.

“Technically, I think we have only known each other for a month.” Y/n said, surprised to be having this conversation so soon.

“And if it were three million years, would that change how you feel?” Frigga asked.

Y/n thought on this.

It wouldn’t change one thing.

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“Beautiful golden sunlight shined down through the lush, vibrant forests of Vanaheim. Unlike Svartalfheim, the realm of Vanaheim was much more pleasant an environment. It was home to beautiful lakes and mountains, with vast fields of green spread out as far as the eye could see. But today, it was filled with danger and destruction.

The people of Vanaheim—known throughout the Nine Realms as the Vanir—raced through the forests as fast as they could. They were being chased by the Marauders, a race of space pirates—brutal invaders who were armed to the teeth and out for blood. Their sole purpose in life was to take what was not theirs, and destroy anything—and anyone—that stood in their way.

A frightened Vanir woman ran for her life but stumbled, falling down a riverbank just as a Marauder fired a massive fireball. It streaked above her head, impacting a nearby tree and causing it to burst into flames. As the woman regained her footing, she was confronted by a towering Marauder. He raised his razor-sharp ax, ready to strike, when suddenly a steel mace smashed the villain in the face, knocking him down, and knocking him out.

“Standing over the frightened woman was her savior—Hogun the Grim, of the famous Warriors Three. Hogun did not wait for a thank you, nor did he want one. The Marauders were running rampant across his home world, and Hogun was determined to stop them.

As more Vanir ran to safety, Hogun stood his ground—the only barrier between the fierce oncoming Marauders and the peaceful Vanir. The Asgardian warrior gripped his mace tightly and steeled himself, ready for what just might be the last battle of his life. With a skull-shattering roar, the Marauders charged, determined to crush Hogun and the rest of the Vanir people.

The lead Marauder raised his broadsword and swung, but his blade was deflected by another sword—the sword belonging to Fandral the Dashing, the second member of the mighty Warriors Three! Fandral, still handsome as ever despite the battle, rode through the charging Marauders on his white horse, knocking down one intruder after another until he was able to make his way to Hogun, flashing a smile the entire way.

“Do we have a plan?” Fandral asked his fellow Warrior as he flipped the lead Marauder off his horse and tossed.

“We stand and fight!” Hogun the Grim yelled.

Fandral rolled his eyes at his friend’s single-minded determination to fight. Then a loud Boom, Boom, Boom echoed throughout the trees. Fandral, Hogun, and the rest of the Vanir stopped in their tracks and turned their attention toward the deafening noise. It was coming from beyond the woods, and whatever was making the noise was big. Very big. The ground shook and trees fell with each sound as the unseen threat got closer and closer.

The Vanir did not follow Hogun’s orders to stay and fight, but instead quickly retreated into the woods. The idea also crossed Fandral’s mind.

“Have you considered ‘turn and run’?” Fandral asked, but Hogun only frowned in response. Then the grim warrior looked up and over the tree line and began to back away as well. Finding a Marauder’s horse without its rider, Hogun swung up into the saddle and galloped away. Fandral was close behind as explosions rang out throughout the woods. There would be time enough to fight later.

The two warriors quickly rode their horses into a clearing where the Marauders were fighting with a few of Asgard’s elite guards, the Einherjar, who had come to help the Vanir. Hogun and Fandral stopped before one of their Asgardian compatriots, the strong and beautiful Lady Sif, who was just as brave and tough as the Warriors Three.

Sif was on horseback, locked in furious battle with a dozen or so Marauders. Sif spun her bladed spear high over her head, taking down several of the barbarians, then split the spear in two, forming a magnificent blade for each hand.

Sif fought with fierce determination against the horde, but despite her resolve, she was gravely outnumbered. With all her might, she flipped off of her horse and delivered a powerful kick to one of the Marauders, sending him flying back past the third member of the Warriors Three, Volstagg the Voluminous.

“Volstagg—on your left!” Sif cried.

Without missing a beat, Volstagg swung his battle-ax at his attacker, striking him down with one fell swoop. And when another Marauder tried to attack him with a club, the voluminous one merely took the hit, then turned, broke the club in two, and backhanded the Marauder, sending him flying through the air. But all of this nonstop battling was beginning to take its toll on the excessively large warrior. Now out of breath, Volstagg made his way to a giant pile of timber where he could take a momentary break.

“What are you doing?” Sif yelled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Here they were in a heated battle with villains known for decimating anything in their path, and one of the legendary Warriors Three was taking a breather.

“Giving them a moment…to regroup…only fair…” Volstagg said between long, labored breaths.

But no sooner did Volstagg stop to catch his breath than another horde of Marauders set their sights on the large warrior. They ran at him with their weapons drawn, but Volstagg merely kicked out the timber, causing it to collapse on and crush the approaching horde.

Volstagg gave himself a congratulatory grin, but it was short-lived, for just as he did, he was slashed across the back by a Marauder. He wasn’t as unstoppable or impenetrable as he thought. Nearby, Lady Sif wasn’t faring too much better. She was surrounded, and a Marauder from across the battlefield was aiming his crossbow at her head.

Just as the snickering Marauder was about to squeeze the trigger, a huge thunderclap echoed throughout the land, and with a bright, blinding light, the Bifrost—the way in which Asgardians traveled between the realms—fired down from the heavens into the center of the battlefield—and directly on top of the Marauder with the crossbow. Lady Sif raised her arm to shield her eyes from the spectacular blinding light and was just barely able to make out two Einherjar on horseback bursting from the glowing white column and charging into battle.

One of the Marauders used this commotion to sneak up behind Volstagg. He raised his sword high above his head, preparing to strike down the warrior, when a whizzing sound echoed from within the Bifrost. As the light died down and the smoke began to clear, the sound intensified. Suddenly, an object rocketed out of the Bifrost, sliced across the battlefield at supersonic speed, and slammed into its target: the Marauder who was about to strike down Volstagg.

The Marauder flew through the air and kept on flying. And flying. Volstagg turned, and upon investigation made out the object that had saved his life. It was the most famous weapon in all the Nine Realms. It was Mjolnir.”

The powerful hammer, which was forged in the heart of a dying star and used by only he who is worthy, hovered in midair before speeding back across the battlefield to the hand of its wielder—the mighty Thor!

Thor, Prince of Asgard and son of Odin Allfather, emerged from the light of the Bifrost looking battle-worn but still majestic, and the sight of him instantly gave the Warriors Three, the Einherjar, and the Vanir a renewed sense of hope. Now that Thor was here, they were sure to defeat the Marauders. But Lady Sif felt that she didn’t need Thor’s help to win the day.

“Shouldn’t you be battling trolls in Nornheim?” Sif said with a scowl.

“I ran out of trolls,” Thor said with a charming smile. “Heimdall said these Marauders were giving you trouble,” he added.

“I have this completely under control,” Sif retorted.

Thor surveyed the battlefield. “Is that why everything is on fire?”

“You think you can do better?” Sif challenged with a smile.

“It would be a challenge to do worse,” Thor said dryly before being surprise-attacked by two extra-big and extra-tough Marauders. Sif rolled her eyes in response, then joined her friend in battle.

Soon, Thor and Sif were joined by Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. As the battle raged on, Thor used Mjolnir to take out multiple Marauders at once. And when one Marauder thought he might be able to seize the hammer by grabbing on to it, the hammer simply pulled the invader through the air, right to Thor’s waiting fist.

Thor, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three fought bravely against the menacing Marauders, each one helping their fellow Asgardians. When one Marauder shot an arrow at Thor’s head, Sif jumped into the air and raised her shield to block the attack. And when another fired a rocket launcher–like device, Thor valiantly deflected the blast with his mighty hammer, the impact from which knocked them all to the ground—hard.

“As the Asgardians got back to their feet, they heard the same Boom, Boom, Boom sound that Fandral and Hogun had heard earlier. Whatever it was that was making that sound was much closer now. And the Marauders were getting ready for it. They parted the battlefield to make way, and the heroes looked up over the tree line and finally saw the cause of the sound.”

“A giant Kronan stone monster, made entirely of rock and standing fifteen feet tall, loomed before Thor and the Warriors Three. He held a massive metal club and looked down upon the Asgardians with contempt. The monster was about to crush their bones into dust.

“All yours,” Sif said to Thor as she and the Warriors Three began to back away. The Marauders cheered. This was the fight they had been waiting for! Surely nothing could stop their stone man, not even the Mighty Thor. The rock monster smashed his club into the ground and let out a thunderous roar, signaling the start of the battle.”

“I accept your surrender,” Thor said, but the monster only raised its club higher, preparing to strike. But Thor was ready. Holding Mjolnir by the strap, Thor began to spin his hammer. It spun faster and faster and faster until it was nothing but a blur and Thor was rocketed off the ground in flight. The monster roared again as Thor, flying with his arm outstretched and all the might of Mjolnir in front of him, launched himself directly at the great beast. There was a deafening Choom as the hammer connected with the creature, then a blinding explosion. The Marauders looked up in disbelief and their cheering stopped. Chunks of rock rained from the sky as the monster’s feet stumbled backward, disconnected from its body, which no longer existed. The upper half of the stone man had been completely obliterated by Thor.

“The Son of Odin gripped Mjolnir tightly and turned with a scowl toward the rest of the Marauders. Almost in union, the remaining Marauders dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The battle was over.

“Next time we should just start with the big one,” Fandral said with a smile.”

[erza-haninozuka]

To Say Goodbye

Characters: Lucifer x Athena (OFC), Hala (OFC), Diavolo, Barbatos, Mammon, Beelzebub. (Mentions of the remaining brothers as well)

Words: 3,088

Warnings: Angst, character death, discovery of the body. Also very slight indication of suicide. 

A/N: So I got inspired by the idea to write a one shot of one of my OC’s with Lucifer. This is based on a what if situation in which Athena never became immortal by becoming a demon. I haven’t cried while writing in a long time and this one really did me in. I even had to force myself to stop writing so this could’ve gone on a lot longer... Either way enjoy.

Ever since Lucifer had his encounter with his mate he knew that one day would come when he would have to say goodbye. 

It was inevitable as human lives were much, much shorter compared to a demon’s or angel’s. Even the halflings could live for many centuries. 

However this fact was something he let linger in his thoughts because if it ever clouded his mind he would miss out on all the wonderful times that could be shared. 

And there were countless times. 

He treasures every moment he shares with Athena, and their daughter Hala. 

Hala was their pride and joy, and the fact she had a tendency to take after him made his chest swell even more. 

She was a perfect blend of the two. She was as responsible as her father, but one to avoid if angered. Yet she was just as gentle and collected as her mother. 

Lucifer would do anything and everything in his power to protect his girls. However the one thing he truly wished to do, was something Athena had accepted long before their pup was born.

One day Athena would leave their world behind, leave behind her family and anyone else she held dear. 

Human lives were to not be tampered with. It wasn’t something Lucifer could dabble in. He could point her to spell books or anything else to keep her alive longer, but Athena turned it away. 

Like her father, she was meant to pass on. She wanted to instil what he had taught her into Hala. That all time is precious and when someone leaves, despite the pain you may feel, there’s someone in your future that’s worth the journey. 

And that day the house was eerily quiet. 

Mammon was out gambling while Levi was shut in his room. Asmo was off doing whatever he pleased, and Belphie was napping. Beelz was working out. 

Hala had finished preparing the tea for her mother the way she enjoyed before walking the halls of the House of Lamentation. She knew her mom should be waking up any moment from her nap and she wanted to surprise her with a cup of tea. 

Hala moved quietly despite her mother’s hearing having deteriorated. She opened the door to find her mother in bed, her white hair even more of a silvery tone that came with age and her wrinkled face in a peaceful slumber. 

Hala’s eyes trained on her as she set the cup down, grateful she hadn’t been startled. She smiled softly and took to sitting on the walker that had been brought in for her. 

Minutes that felt like hours drug on, and there was no movement. She didn’t stir or let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t blink tightly before opening her eyes. 

Hala frowned, realizing as the time wore on that she wasn’t close to waking up. 

How long had it been?

When did she actually drift off?

“Mom?” Hala stood, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to shake her and that’s when she knew. 

The fact she didn’t notice the details sooner made her stomach drop. 

There was no rise and fall of her chest- her body was stiff and cold. The color of her skin was even more dull than before. 

Hala’s eyes watered up as the reality came crashing down around her.

It was a day she knew would come, and no matter how much she reminded herself she would never be ready. Her hands shook as she reached for the D.D.D. in her pocket, trying to remain her composure as she dialed her father’s number. 

It rang for a brief moment before he answered, his voice gentle as always, “Hello, Hala?”

Hala opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the courage to utter anything out. It was taking everything to not let out a sob and startle her father even more. 

But it was evident in his voice that without a response he was already worrying. 

“Hala, where are you?” He frowned from his end of the phone when there was still no response. He was up on his feet in a matter of seconds. Upon Diavolo’s and Barbato’s confused looks, he sent them one that indicated something was wrong. “Sweetheart are you there? Are you alright?”

Hala closed her eyes tightly as a tear broke through, making the journey down her face and curling under her jaw. Fighting to find the strength to at least utter out something, a sound, a word- anything. 

“Home.” Her voice cracked like it had been weeks since she last used it. 

A million things came barreling into Lucifer’s mind. 

Had Hala been in heat and attacked by some alpha? Was Athena okay or did she have another serious fall? Question after question, and possibility after possibility filled his head. 

There were too many questions with hardly any answers, and he needed them. Now. 

Diavolo nodded his head, allowing Lucifer to know he was needed elsewhere. 

“I’ll be home in a matter of moments. Don’t move.” His body moved of its own accord, disconnecting and quickly sliding his phone into his pocket as his feet began to move. 

Lucifer cleared the distance over to the door that would take him back into their home.

Thanks to the portal he was there in a matter of seconds. 

His instincts were running at one hundred percent as he quickly moved from his private study towards his room. 

The closer he got the foggier his brain felt. 

Something about the scent radiating from the room was different- far different from what he was used to. 

It wasn’t like the scent that Athena put off when she was in pain from the delivery of their pup, nor was it the same as when she had gotten seriously injured. 

There was no sign of distress on her part. 

But something about one of the notes felt oddly familiar, but he couldn’t place it. 

Lucifer drew the door open in a panic as his gaze immediately fell onto his daughter. 

She was shaking and the moment her red gaze landed on him she broke. 

He watched his daughter let out a pained sob as her knees gave out, and in the moment her knees collided into the carpet he began to piece it all together. His eyes drifted past her onto his mate. 

Tears joined his daughter on the floor as he made his way into the room. 

The day he never wanted to come had finally arrived, and he questioned just how her father had gone through the pain of losing his mate- how he had gone through the pain of losing someone he loved twice. 

He knelt down and pulled Hala into his arms, attempting to soothe his daughter despite losing his composure himself. 

“I just came to bring her tea and she didn’t wake up,” she choked out. 

He hushed her gently as he rubbed her back. 

Lucifer tried to stay strong in the face of his daughter, trying to not shake as he held her. Everything in his body screaming to betray him, the only thing that managed to betray him was the tears that went down his face. 

He needed to get her out of there- needed to get her calm enough.

But the longer he sat there, the more his body didn’t want to move. 

Despite her lifeless body, he couldn’t leave- he wouldn’t dare leave his mate behind.

Minutes ticked by as he sat there holding his sobbing daughter as his mind was still reeling from the fact she was gone.

She was really gone.

Diavolo and Barbatos appeared in the doorway, the gravity of the situation hitting them instantly. 

A frown covered Diavolo’s face as he recalled the last time he had seen Lucifer in such a state. And even when he was on the verge of losing Lilith, he was not this broken.

Barbatos knew what to do in an instant as he came into the room, “Hala, can you come with me please?” 

Lucifer’s hold loosened as she stood with the help of Barbatos. The omega took her from the room and towards the dinning room to help her calm down.

Diavolo cleared his throat as he watched his best friend on the floor, unsure what to do or how to console him since he had yet to experience this pain. 

“I wasn’t here,” he muttered out. “I could’ve- I should’ve.” His jaw clenched as more tears came rolling down his face. “This can’t be it, she can’t be gone.” 

“I’m sorry, there isn’t anything we can do.” Diavolo swallowed past the lump that swelled in his throat, “However we should start with taking her body to be prepared. I don’t think we should leave her in here.” 

However the man didn’t dare to step further into the room. Despite being able to handle Lucifer if he were to attack, he still didn’t want to set the alpha off into a panicked rage.

“Give me a moment, I just lost my mate,” he brokenly growled.

Diavolo nodded and stepped away from the room, shutting the door. He made his way to the dinning hall to check up on Hala.

Lucifer used what he could muster up to rise to his feet, clearing the remaining distance over to his bed. He immediately collapsed beside her, the bed sinking further from his weight as his forehead immediately pressed to her cold cheek. His chest felt heavy as he finally let out a pained sob, tears wetting her skin as they poured out.

He would give anything to go back to this morning- go back to when Athena was still smiling. He would’ve taken a moment longer in bed. A moment longer getting ready- telling her he’d return later.

How he wanted to feel the warmth of her lips against his once more, hearing her chuckle softly as she urged that she would be okay.

“I didn’t want to say goodbye like this.” He finally pulled away, brushing some hair behind her ear. “I never wanted this to happen. I wanted you here to remain with me- with us.” 

“I understand. As much as I would love to stay with you and Hala for eternity, I can’t. It’s a part of what’s natural for us humans. In a way it helps us treasure our lives even more and give it meaning. It pains me, but I know this day will come. It’ll come and I’ll have to say goodbye, and all that will remain is the child we’ve made and the memories we shared.”

“I don’t want the memories. I wanted our eternity. But I knew the disappointment you would have if I dared to betray your wish.” He gulped thickly as he pulled the covers back, her scent hitting him even more. 

Lucifer carefully dried his face, needing to compose himself long enough to get Athena out of the room and to where her body could be prepared. His body screamed in betrayal as he stood, carefully lifting her into his arms, and carefully taking her from the room.

Diavolo must’ve informed his brothers or Hala called for them because they were all in the hall. 

“Would it be best if one--”

Satan immediately hit Mammon on the back of the head, “He would attack you for touching her right now.” 

Lucifer gave them a look, too heartbroken to scold Mammon, “Just get the door for me…” 

Mammon moved quickly, being sure to open the doors Lucifer needed so he could place Athena’s body onto the table to be prepared. 

Once she was placed down Lucifer immediately left the room and headed for his office. The room began to spin as he caught himself on the wall. For once in his life hurling up the contents of his stomach into a trash can before collapsing down beside it. 

Meanwhile Beelzebub held onto his niece tightly.

She gave her uncle a small, forced smile. “Thank you Uncle Beelz. I’ll be okay eventually. I don’t think I can cry anymore right now.” 

Diavolo hummed, “It pains us all knowing she’s gone but you and your father need time to process everything. I can have the funeral set for the day after tomorrow if you would like.” 

Hala gulped thickly, “No. All that would do is prolong her body being here and I don’t think me or my dad can handle that. It’s best if we proceed with it taking place tomorrow so we can say goodbye then have her buried.” 

Diavolo nodded as Barbatos began to set everything in motion. 

Hours whisked away, crawling into the early morning as the day's events were left behind.

Lucifer had managed to pull himself into his seat many hours ago, sitting at his desk drinking the demonous he had stored away.

However the contents were long since emptied and the bottle laid on the floor. 

Lucifer leaned back in the chair and opened up the draw, finally pulling out the file that contained letters along with her will. 

Despite not having much, Athena still wrote up her will full of her wishes of what she wanted done with her remaining possessions and most of all, her body.

His thumb ran across the cover, eyes fixated on her hand writing before letting out a breath and opening up the file.

He expected to find her will on top, however there sat an envelope with his name written across. The handwriting was far different from the rest. This one was a bit shaky. It couldn’t have been from her age he chalked up. He had seen her write many times even in her old age and none of them were shaky like this.

He gulped past the lump that formed as he pulled it from the stack. Fear settling in of what it may contain.

Lucifer pushed past the fear and tore it open before pulling out the letter, unfolding it to see that there were parts of the paper that seemed a bit warped. 

Instantly he knew. 

It was warped from her tears, which meant she wrote this when she was crying. 

His body betrayed him as he crumbled the page, knowing he most likely wasn’t there to console her when she was writing this. 

“Fuck,” he muttered out as he quickly smoothed it out, careful to not accidentally rip it. 

His gaze immediately reading the contents.

“Lucifer, my beloved, I’m writing this because something is telling me I don’t have much longer left. I know I already had something written up for you once I’m gone but I felt there was something that I really needed to say. Even if I addressed it before, it’s definitely something you need to know or have reiterated.”

He gulped thickly as the tears once again clouded his vision.

“I know once I’m gone just how hard it’s going to hit you. I can say I wish the roles were reversed but I truly don’t know how I’d react if I lost you. But I do remember a conversation I shared with my father many years ago before we met. It was shortly after I lost my mother. My father was shaken up about losing her, but the way he allowed himself to grieve before picking himself up again really seemed to resonate with me. He truly was a strong man. Losing his mate in his early years and then losing my mother. I questioned it when he told me. Because I thought losing your mate was so painful and heartbreaking it was like you were experiencing death yourself- or even dying yourself.”

“It definitely is,” he said weakly.

“The pained smile he gave me is not something I could ever forget. He told me of how he wished he had died instead of her, or even how he was no longer around to bear a world without her. But as much as he wanted the pain to end, there was also a fear that kept his heart heavy. He feared leaving everyone else he loved behind. He feared missing out on his future, and finding someone else he could love. He told me days would be easier than others, and even when my mother came into the picture there were days he was still grieving as if it had just happened. My mother helped him through those painfully tough days. In her own way she made him so happy. The love was different, but he did truly love her. And when they found out they would be having me he was overcome with joy. He said if he left the world behind he never would’ve had me. I was special to him and he was so grateful for me being a part of his life. Lucifer, it’s something I’ve wanted Hala to know. You’ve known this ever since you allowed me to get close to you after accidentally impregnating me. I’ve wanted Hala to know her life doesn’t have to end when her mate’s does. There are people out there deserving of her love- people she would love and be grateful for. But I think it’s something important you should know too. I know the pain may never go away for as long as you should live, and there will be times I may be gone from your mind in the future. And that’s okay. Just please, please keep living for me. Keep nurturing memories with Hala. As much as I wish I could be there to wipe your tears and hold you- console you, I can’t. I will always love you and that will never change. Just please do not waste away because I’m gone. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I am nothing but a fragment in your life. But I am grateful I got to be a part of it, no matter how small. Please, promise me you’ll take care of Hala. She’s going to need you. But most of all, take care of yourself. Love always, your wife, Athena.”

His tears fell onto the paper, some landing where hers had fallen prior, while others landed elsewhere. The ink reacted as he immediately sat forward to set it down on his desk. 

Even though she knew she would eventually be gone it was clear she thought of them. 

Despite being unsure, his eyes went over to the photo of her that sat on his desk, gently reaching out and stroking the glass, “I promise.” 

[guerrilla-operator]

Iron Maiden // The Wicker Man

You watch the world exploding every single night

Dancing in the sun, a newborn in the light

Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death

Hello to eternity and live for every breath

[give-pete-a-chance]

“The Wicker Man” by Iron Maiden

Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way

You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath

Maiden Monday

[asceta]

Iron Maiden - The Wicker Man (Brave New World, 2000)

Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you, He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do, Your tongue has frozen now you’ve got something to say, The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way, You watch the world exploding every single night, Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light, Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death, Hello to eternity and live for every breath Your time will come, your time will come Your time will come, your time will come The ferryman wants his money you ain’t going to give it back, He can push his own boat as you set up off the track, Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same, Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame, You watch the world exploding every single night, Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light, Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain, The shadow of the wicker man is rising up again Your time will come, your time will come (x6)

[walk-among-us]

Iron maiden + 3,5,8,14,15

3. Favourite live song?

Fear of the Dark

5. Favourite lyrics?

“Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to deathHello to eternity and live for every breath”

8. Own any merch?

Not at the moment.

14. Seen them live?

Yes.

15. Met them?

No.

Thanks!

[blitzer18150]

∞

You watch the world exploding every single night / Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light / Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / Hello to eternity and live for every breath

The Wicker Man - Iron Maiden

[carlosjunior82]

You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath #music #musica #thewickerman #ironmaiden #rockpassion #rocklovers #rocknroll #lorenasp #saopaulo #brazil #brasil #vidaquesegue #lifecontinues (em Lorena, Sao Paulo, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBE65NvFIFF/?igshid=zp7vjvith5fi

[soldierforgotarchive-blog]

Sentence Starters Ft. Me & My Best Friends Pt 2

“AMERICA”

“AMERICA??”

“That’s gay you fucker.”

“I want a wax seal.”

“__ is the ultimate comfort food.”

“I’ve decided no longer to sleep, it doesn’t react well to me.”

“I’M DOWNLOADING GEOMETRY DASH MELTDOWN. __ SCREECHED WHEN I SAID I WAS AND I JUST CACKLED”

“I had a bad dream, are you okay??”

“Did you fall back asleep and have another bad dream?”

“PIZZA PETE MY H E R O.”

“IT’S SEVEN AM AND I’M SPOOK.”

“SWEET DESTRUCTION”

“I’M A LOUD CLOUD OF WORRY”

“If you want less murder, try not to suck death’s dick as much.”

“IT MAY AS WELL HAVE SET FIRE TO MY ENTIRE THROAT”

“life has many doors ed boy”

“how long my erection lasts.”

“erection’s running out.”

“Old fashioned porn hub.”

“Just got done being a prostitute.”

“Subtle porno tape.”

“Deluxe porno tape.”

“Lookin fly and ready to die.”

“Psychic barber offers free glasses with every reading.”

“DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD ON THE TABLE”

“It looks so good on you!”

“The spooky nails will have to go.”

“Goodbye, spoop soldiers.”

“Eat more.”

“let me chug this vodka and i will.”

“I await ___’s arrival.”

“I await Captain Dangus von Ballington’s arrival.”

“Okay it’s happening the alcohol is creeping up. Save me.”

“At least I can buy a happy peen.”

“Can I yell about __?”

“Mid-painting, ‘FUCK MY B A C K’. They take the picture anyway.”

“I want noodles now. I don’t want to put forth the effort though.”

“I forgot what __ is.”

“I forgot what carbonara is.”

“I GOT A FEDORA.”

“IM GOING TO MAKE CHEESE STICKS. FUCK YOUR FEDORA”

“Let me be the parental unit for your friends too.”

“Fuck it, why not.”

“No.”

“THIS IS HALLOWEEN”

“Do I do my nails or cook my cheese sticks first.”

“Don’t die.”

“Turns out you can drink a shot to Hamilton’s ‘my shot’. Like every time he says the word ‘shot’ or anyone else. You just have to be quick.”

“Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”

“Consume manflesh.”

“what”

“Flesh of the MAN.”

“WHY.”

“It’s a lord of the rings reference!”

“I DON’T REMEMBER LORD OF THE RINGS”

“eat the flesh of anyone who upsets you”

“What have you done.”

“AM I WRONG”

“It looks like a mask on a serial killer!”

“He/she/they needs/need so much help.”

“’I got a thing for my laptop computer’. Isn’t that basically porn?”

“Go make hot chocolate. The biggest cup you can.”

“How was being a seafolk?”

“I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU AFFECTION, THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR”

“The second the friend hit zero and he started chugging, I was just grinning and went off saying ‘thanks for the free drink, babe’.”

“HE/SHE/THEY IS/ARE YELLING AT ME BECAUSE HE/SHE/THEY SAID ‘FUCK BOTH OF YOU’ AND I IMMEDIATELY SAID ‘NOT INTO THAT’.”

“WHY IS A FISH IN THE SKY. WHAT THE FUCK. THANKS OBAMA.”

“My head hurts.”

“I found out the hard way __ has no concept of bite strength. He/she/they proper bit down on my thumb and there is blood.”

“Deep breaths.”

“I hate everything.”

“-PTERODACTYL SCREECH-”

“You reminded me that I, too, have mozerella sticks in the freezer. The world is a good place.”

“I bought two packs of hot chocolate.”

“Mega hot chocolate.”

“Oh god I have to go say hi to my aunt/uncle/relative.”

“HE/SHE/THEY SMELLED LIKE DUST FOR SOME REASON TO ME AND I ALMOST COUGHED.”

“Plant cat holds my heart.”

“I want a hundred and thirty-two pancakes.”

“HELLO __ LOVE OF MY LIFE.”

“If you show me I’ll show you mine.”

“I WAS ARTING I DIDN’T ASK FOR A HEART ATTACK”

“NOW I’M SPOOP. SHIT.”

“DO I LOOK LIKE JESUS TO YOU”

“SKELETON ON A DATE.”

“The baker of baked.”

“A guardian of the galaxy and captain of the skies.”

“THREATEN TO SET HIM ON FIRE”

“I gotta screech for all eternity.”

“Is that the girl from Bioshock in the background.”

“Dipper’s book from Gravity Falls is under the couch.”

“Remember when you called me an asshole once?”

“Yeah. And I felt bad. I DON��T ANYMORE. FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. okay that was a lie i still feel bad.”

“I want __ to play the autistic guitar now so this can happen.”

“NO NOT AUTISTIC”

“the what guitar.”

“PLAY THE AUTISTIC GUITAR BOY”

“I AM AN ETERNAL FLAME, BABY”

“I do not chill.”

“Are you prepared for the pain.”

“YOU GIVE LOOOVE A BAD NAAAME”

“That pizza deserved better.”

“IT’S NOT GAY IF IT’S ON THE MOON.”

[super-sootica]

On the Wicker Man, Brave New World and Supernatural

Now here’s something that I just haven’t been able to get past.  The Wicker Man, the effigy.  Now if you know your cult classics or just pagan practice (supposed pagan practice).  A wicker man/woman will suggest one thing to you.  Human sacrifice.   Wiki article on wicker man

In fact to have a good witch deal with a wicker man even for the right reasons is a pretty dark omen.  The Wicker Man is a cult classic film, which ties in to a lot of what we are seeing in Supernatural.  Control, and misuse of power.

Where else is the Wicker Man featured in popular culture:

Iron Maiden – The Wicker Man

You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath

Your time will come, your time will come Your time will come, your time will come

Since death is gone, and we are expecting a newborn.   To be honest I think this may relate to Team Free Will and ‘the nothing’.  Note.  The Song is actually about the book Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.  Wherein people are controlled by the Elite (BMOL).

Bernard possibly being our Dean in this case, the single discontented person in a world where material comfort and physical pleasure — provided by the drug soma and recreational sex. Bernard has his world rocked by John Savage (Castiel) quite the oddity and not like the rest of humanity.  John is also held back by his own destructive tendencies toward violence and self-loathing.

Actually you could quite easily flip who is Bernard and who is John, our would be rebels and tragic heroes.

So what do these three pop culture giants have to do with Supernatural?

Each has an elite, a society that compromises humanity and sacrifices humanity in order to keep control. In Wicker Man the man in charge admits he is sacrifices another to save himself and to keep control.  They sacrifice a man to save themselves and please the Gods to keep bad things away (in this case bad harvests).  The man in charge knows this won’t work, but the lie keeps the control.  Which brings us to:

Happiness versus Truth

Now Max, you know that ain’t your sister right?  Of course you do.  But in this case you couldn’t handle the despair so you went with the lie.  In Brave New World they induce hallucinations to keep people happy.  Like say, Toni’s inexcusable attack on Sam Winchester.   The one where a lie is presented, that he is happy, and that happiness would serve the BMOL.

But we’re not done, the government in Brave New World attempts to destroy all kinds of ‘human’ truths, such as love, friendship, and personal connection .

Much like in the Wicker Man, ‘humanity’ and truth is sacrificed for happiness.

Over to Team Free Will

Who must face the hard truths, all that they have been avoiding.  They must take down the BMOL.  The likelihood is that they will lose at least in the short term....these things don’t go so well for our heroes in stories dealing with these themes.  In fact they end in death.

Now there’s more to say about the BMOL and especially Mary (wait for it) but since I meta’d for far too long already.  I leave you with the above themes and omens.   And gleefully await @tinkdwwho I believe will be talking more on the subject of control and Mary.

[megacosms]

Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath Your time will come, your time will come Your time will come, your time will come The ferryman wants his money you ain't going to give it back He can push his own boat as you set up off the track Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain The shadow of the Wicker Man is rising up again Your time will come, your time will come Your time will come, your time will come

[wastelandrocks]

Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath #Metal

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[give-pete-a-chance]

“The Wicker Man” by Iron Maiden

Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way

You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath

Your time will come, your time will come Your time will come, your time will come 

Maiden Monday

[carlosjunior82]

You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath #music #musica #thewickerman #ironmaiden #rockpassion #rocklovers #rocknroll #lorenasp #saopaulo #brazil #brasil #vidaquesegue #lifecontinues (em Lorena, Sao Paulo, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBE61sdFRgD/?igshid=buqxi0x80nj2