#(it’s not actually a take I’ve seen here)

[salemlunaa]

what the hell is up with you guys?

no seriously what is you guys’ problem?!?!

so i was scrolling thru my timeline and i come across this stupid post this stupid post which was an a adjacent to this other stupid idea this person decided to tag me and a bunch of other bloggers including my lovely moots accusing us of being selfish for not inducing pure consciousness for others

if you think the void is so hard you can’t do it yourself, you don’t understand what it is and i’m not saying that to be mean.

their idea is that: we should join a pact and “step up” to induce pure consciousness for others

RESPONSE: do you know how this works, i physically can not induce pure consciousness for someone else because i will go to a different timeline. “I have seen success stories where people manifest for others” false. idc what you saw. You can’t have someone else include the “I AM” state for you. Why do you think it’s called that. It’s a state of consciousness where YOU can step into a state where time and the 3D do not exist which is why it’s personal to you.

The void pact can not exist, because there is no such thing as entering the “I AM” state for someone else, you shift to a different timeline as your desires come into fruition in the 3D. The void pact cannot exist because you physically cannot bring everyone into the timeline with you.

a stupid comment i saw under that post: i agree, these bloggers need to understand how hard it is for us with circumstances

RESPONSE: fuck you, no seriously fuck you. do you realise you are not the only one with shitty circumstances, we try and tell you that circumstances don’t matter because they aren’t real along with time and you still aren’t getting it. There are people with horrible circumstances taht have done it.

if you keep focused on time and the 3d you will NEVER progress.

if you had the assumption that’s it’s so hard you need other people to help, that is what will stick

It’s effort not hard, if you can’t understand that you’ll never progress. Instead of spending time to reprogram your mindset and apply, you’re spending time doing this?? “but i’m trying and it just doesn’t work” then you’re wavering not actually doing anything. learn. the. difference. Instead of spending time ignoring the 3D and indulging in the facts that you’re a void master in your 4D you’re doing this?

You are not special, you are not exempt from inducing pure consciousness, you have all the information on here and you’re still demanding to have shit done for you.

If you think the void needs effort, you don’t understand. If you’ve been “trying” and failing you don’t understand. If you’ve think that someone can do it for you, you don’t understand

if you don’t get it you’ll NEVER have progress.

˚. 𖦹 ⌨️ .ೄྀ ∘˚

And you wonder why so many bloggers are upping and leaving. How entitled do you have to be, you are getting this information for FREE, information that so many others don’t have access to and you’re using the platform to beg demand that others induce for you.

I try to be patient with those who still ask the same questions over and over and over but this is too much, you losers are seriously asking us bloggers not to be selfish and do it for you. Something that takes no effort.

yall made me hop out of an impromptu break for this dumb shit. but i have to warn you don’t not follow these entitled people. it will get you no where and it will show when it’s 2028 and they’re still asking bloggers not to be “selfish” and help out. do not follow this foolish shit i’m begging.

and before you call me rude, i’ve had patience with so many of you. but then again some of you are allergic to anything but coddling so i’ll take those comments with a pinch of salt

ONLY YOU can induce pure consciousness, ONLY YOU can be “I AM”, it can’t be done for you why do you think it’s called “I AM”. ONLY YOU can have your desires and YOU DO HAVE THEM ALREADY.

This mindset will have you here until 2030. And honestly i’m not mad about that.

@void1finder here’s your answer boo

[qqquib]

tubbo saying that dream’s brain has been, for lack of better phrasing, miss-wired from being stuck in a sphere of hate for four years is so accurate!

you see it today in people falling into alt-right pipelines for being called hated on relentlessly, mainly in a lot of cishet white men. they tend to follow people who see them being hated and support them and tell them they’ve done no wrong. it’s a huge echo chamber, and they tend to end up hating the other people back. this is just an example, (i haven’t seen dreams full VOD), and i’m not claiming that he is a trumpie.

being as online as dream has been, while also being wildly popular, is bound to make him see things differently. i’m not saying it’s right, i’m saying it makes sense.

think about it. i’ve been surrounded with people who also read fanfic for my whole life, and when i do something that isn’t perceived as normal it’s generally because of people i hang around, and content i interact with. it’s how people exist and grow.

he should however take the time to learn to see things from other peoples perspectives—despite his anger and his own emotions. he should learn how to step back and recollect before responding with pure emotion and anger.

he is trying to make people see his whole point while bringing evidence and bringing up old/past issues to make it more “sympathetic” in his eyes. that’s just defensive. and yeah, he has been able to prove certain things, or say that things are incorrect and be correct. he is good at disproving bad claims about him. (the truth video, and proving that he is not a pedo. there has been so much back and forth between what actually happened there i am not certain of anything, but for the purpose of hearing him out im going to say he was able to beat the allegation)

but, he has not disproven that he is just an asshole.

he has every opinion to be upset and distraught about people calling him a pedo and all of these others things when generally the people around him and the whole “the truth” video. he has disproven that.

but, he just sounds like an asshole for not being able to see from other perspective, and with the way he acts (very volatile) people aren’t going to want to listen to him. with him constantly deleting tweets and messages and everything! it’s a way of hiding what he has done.

i just don’t see what he wants to achieve here, or what he is trying to do. state your shit, apologize for what you have done, and do better. i’m trying to hear him out, and not be unbiased here. but wow, a lot of this is just. crazy to me, the things he is saying and the actions he has taken are arguably bad. say sorry, and move on.

anyway, idk anything. all of this should’ve been handled behind the scenes from the start, from 2020.

[sloaneispunk]

“the calm before the storm”

stormshadow (lee byung hun) x you

stormshadow had been hired by cobra commander to retrieve the warheads from the gi joes. but they failed to inform him that he had to work with a partner… someone he had grown very fond of

──── 𖣘 ────

“stormshadow, this is y/n. you will be working together to retrieve the warheads.” the commander said, leaving you and him both in shock as he walked off.

“i’m sorry, i wasn’t told i was working with anyone.” you said, breaking the silence.

“me neither.” he replied, “that’s alright, ms y/n? i presume?”

he extended his hand out as he the other slipped his sword back into its sleeve, not wanting to scare you away.

“yeah, stormshadow right? i’ve heard stories about you.”

he nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on it.

“i’m honored.” he smiled.

“c’mon, people! planes taking off!” the pilot announced, making stormshadow take your hand, bringing you to the private jet.

once you were on the jet, you took your seats, stormshadow sitting right beside you.

“so is it true?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“what is?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“you have those little star throwing thingies.” you tried to hold back your laughter, making him roll his eyes playfully.

he pulled something out of his pocket, holding it up with two fingers as your mouth dropped.

“it’s beautiful!” you gasped, admiring the shuriken.

stormshadow watched with pride as you were in awe of his weapon, it was so easy to get your attention, he loved it.

for the rest of the flight, he showed you one by one each weapon he had in him, even giving you one of his shuriken as a gift.

──── 𖣘 ────

when you landed, the two of you headed straight to the location the g.i. joe’s were camping at.

sneaking into the facility was easy, but for stormshadow he was having a hard time, he couldn’t for the life of him focus. maybe it was the similar white suit you had on that perfectly hugged your body, showing off your curves. or the fact that he was supposed to be doing a mission with the best girl he had ever met.

in-and-out. easy.

naturally, the joe’s had caught on quickly, causing the entire mission to take a dangerous toll. stormshadow was a professional, he knew what he needed to do, and most of the time, he did it all for the money.

little did he expect himself to actually enjoy this particular mission. he stole glances from you whenever he could, making sure you were okay.

when you had gotten your hands on the breifcase of warheads, he guided you every step of the way as the two of you escaped.

however, there was a complication just as you could step out of the facility. the guard must have been hiding, because stormshadow had almost ran right into his arms.

you thought quickly, taking the shuriken he had given you and tossing it right into the guards abdomen, causing him to fold over, lesring your path.

stormshadow halted, making you crash into him.

“where did that come from?!” he asked frantically as he looked around.

“what? what?! that was me!”

“you?!”

“yea! how could you not have seen him! he was practically hiding in plain sight!”

“we’ll settle this later, we gotta get out of here.” he lightly scolded, grabbing your arm as you took off.

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when you got back to cobra base, you were greeted at the front gate by the head commander.

“ah, y/n! i knew i could count on you!” he said, pulling you into a hug as his hand got dangerously low behind your back.

stormshadow didn’t leave his action unnoticed.

“well, i had help.” you awkwardly chuckled as you pulled away.

after some small talk, you retreated back to your room, throwing yourself onto the bed as you let out a sigh of relief.

“if he touches you again, i will kill him.”

you jerked up from the bed, letting out a loud scream as you grabbed your gun, aiming it at the voice.

“whoa, whoa.” it was stormshadow. he stepped into the light, making you throw your gun aside.

“jesus… you scared me.” you chuckled, hand on your chest as you sat back down.

“i thought you were a professional?” he teased, stepping in front of you.

“and by the way, you don’t have to kill him, everything’s fine. he’s just touchy.” you shook your head.

“we’ll see if he dares to lay a hand on you again.” stormshadow replied. “you know, that was some impressive skills back there, you saved me… i feel like i should owe you something.”

you grinned. “it was an easy throw, you’re just getting soft on me.”

“maybe.” he whispered, staring deep into your eyes. “i can’t focus with you here…” he admitted.

“that’s too bad.” you told him. “maybe you should find another job.”

“i don’t think i want to.”

you were now inches away from each other, you could feel his breath panning on your skin, his eyes still never leaving yours.

before you could stand a chance to seal the deal, the door flew open.

“who’s ready for another mission?”

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i’m not kidding when i say i’ve watched 3 movies that lee byung hun had starred in in the past 24hours. i am losing my mind.

the movie this is based on is g.i. joe, go watch!

[firstkanaphans]

Wow I never knew khaotung is a reader omg this makes me so happy also DE PROFUNDIS? He's a fellow queer I'm afraid. Ik people think oh it's Oscar Wilde everyone knows that but as a seasian this is definitely a sign of something (homosexuality) also straight men don't read

That last line literally made me lol so thank you for that, Anon. But yes, I agree with you. I’ve actually written a whole post on it before, which you can find here.

Khaotung has always been as open as he possibly can about his sexuality and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s queer. Like, I’m sorry, but a straight man is just not going to put on a “pleasure is for gay men” sweatshirt, take a picture of himself wearing it, and then post it on social media for all of posterity to see. That’s not a thing that happens. Nearly all of the media Khaotung chooses to talk about is queer, he has a very obvious crush on Gun Atthaphan, and he openly ogles men every chance he gets. As he should!

A few more fun Queer Khao moments that didn’t make it into that last post:

🌈That time he was inexplicably at a party with all of the GMMTV queers. Like it was him, Jenny, Best, and Gun. And he was so very drunk.

🌈That time he was stopped by a random interviewer while wearing the gayest outfit I’ve ever seen and when asked his type, could only think to say “short hair.”

I know people get all up in arms when you start discussing actor’s sexualities, but I don’t think it serves anyone well to pretend straight is the default, especially when the actors themselves are telling you in every way they possibly can that they’re queer.

[the-lovexdemon]

“Yeah but it will take linger then most kids…..are their schools here? I’ve never actually seen another kid here before.”

Heavily pregnant demon sotting on Akainu’s couch glaring at him. He wasn’t mad at the other he was mad they made him wear rubber shoed over his hooves to prevent slipping. @the-lovexdemon

,,You want to risk slipping and potentially hurting the baby?"

[s0fter-sin]

what up i’ve been obsessed with would you fall in love with me again like every other person on the planet and i can’t stop thinking about penelope’s final verse

she’s so angry; angry that odysseus would dare to suggest that her love for him has faltered or his actions were enough to destroy it. she’s been waiting, working her fingers raw unweaving her shroud every night, not sleeping as the suitors camp inside her home; every day a threat to her and her son, to her kingdom if an unworthy man - and they are all unworthy - should take the throne. she knew they wouldn’t wait forever, that at some point her deception would be realised; her dedication to her husband means she is at constant risk and the first thing odysseus does when he sees her - if this even is him - is question her love for him?

the very first thing he says (other than her name) is, “i am not the man you fell in love with.” penelope asks him if it’s really him standing there or if she’s “dreaming once more”. once more. she’s felt the cruelty of hope before; has looked at her doorway and seen odysseus the same as when he left (which is probably partly why she’s so shocked by how he actually looks) and felt unfathomable pain when her hopes were dashed over and over again. she asks if he is really her odysseus and he says no

yes, in his mind, odysseus can’t see how he can deserve her love after everything he’s done - the atrocities he’s committed, to himself he isn’t the same man, “i see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it’s no longer you” - but all penelope hears is her husband, the man she loves and waited for, doubts the strength of her love

penelope asks what kind of things he’s done and it must be shocking to hear; his actions so different from the man who left her behind even if he did them in name of returning to her. but when she asks him to move the bed, it’s as much a challenge as it is a test. she’s asking him to prove that he is the monster he claims to be; that if he’s changed so much and become so heartless, he should have no qualms about ripping the symbol of their love from its roots. and it’s also her only way of actually determining if this man who claims to be her husband yet doesn’t take her in his arms, is actually him

“just a moment of labour would bring me some peace” - if he does what she asks, then she will know either he’s changed so much that he’s no longer her odysseus or he’s another fake and was never hers to begin with; that her husband didn’t just stand in front of her and claim she can’t love him as he is. but she’s done. she was already willing to die when she stood behind the twelve axes she challenged the suitors to shoot through. she’s so tired. she just wants it all to be over

“only my husband knew that, so i guess that makes him you” - i guess. even after telling her something only odysseus and her knew, penelope’s still not convinced that it’s truly him. how many men came to her door claiming to be her long lost husband, banking on time and distance to dull memory of his face and voice, on her longing and desperation for odysseus to blind her into believing them?

but if this is her husband? if the man she’s loved through decades of absence has finally returned to her?

“i will fall in love with you over and over again” - an exhausted promise, the core of who penelope is and how she feels; assuaging his doubts and his own clear pain

but

“no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine. don’t tell me you’re not the same person, you’re always my husband” - penelope is screaming at him; how dare odysseus say this to her? dismiss her love and her suffering? he saw the men outside, he’s smart enough to know what they were here for and instead of apologising for being gone for so long, instead of begging for forgiveness for inadvertently putting her and their son at risk, instead of embracing her and putting an end to her torment, odysseus doubts her

“and i’ve been waiting, waiting” - the tone shift of penelope screaming at him to lamenting how long she’s been waiting is heartbreaking; it’s quieter as she gets lost in the pain of her grief, her anger failing as she recalls the memories of her long years of solitude. odysseus tries to call her back with his gentle “penelope” - such a contrast to his own exhausted anger at being asked to destroy their marital bed now that he understands why she asked that of him - but she can’t hear him; she’s too trapped in the memories. he tries again, still gentle but more insistent, and this time she does hear him and her anger comes rushing back along with her grief. her “waiting, waiting,” becomes almost accusatory; she’s been alone for so long and it’s bc of him, bc he wasn’t there, bc he left her waiting

that abrupt “oh” at the end of the verse isn’t just a vocalisation; in that moment, she’s realising that she has realised that he truly is odysseus. she knew it was him before she even processed it. she wouldn’t be this angry if he were anyone else; love and grief and anger coalescing in one single divine moment where penelope finally believes her odysseus has returned to her

“for you” - she’s been waiting and waiting, years turning to dust, her sleepless nights and days spent living in fear and preemptive grief- and it was all for him. odysseus is actually here. which means her waiting is over

“how long has it been?”

“20 years”

“i- i love you”

[lesbianherald]

I’m going to phrase this delicately because I’m so deeply grateful and awed by the support I’ve received.

But I will say it is a little anxiety inducing how many people feel they can talk about coming home whatever way they want openly and publicly because it has “numbers” or whatever (referring to my own work like this makes me want to claw my eyes out because they baffle me and I don’t necessarily feel I deserve them but it’s important for context).

This is Especially true for the way people speak under things I very much see. Art of the fic. My Twitter mutuals posts. Things I will very obviously interact with. It feels like someone is walking into my back yard and talking shit as if I'm literally not standing in said yard like this 🧍

You make something for a community for free as an act of passion and then the community in turn becomes something that isn’t quite accessible to you anymore. I’ve seen this happen to a lot of fic writers in my previous fandoms and idk man it’s just kind of a bummer.

Like. Fanfic and fanart is made by people in the fandom for the fandom. It’s not work being produced by some distant people in Hollywood who shouldn’t be in the fandom space in the first place.

Idk, it’s actually pretty rare that this happens to me but I wanted to mention I am a human who can very much read the things you say guys 😭 like if you reblog art related to my work and call it a bunch of petty names and say you had to dnf I can see that. It’s totally ok to feel whatever way you want. But maybe don't feel that way in my back yard.

Again. I’m so grateful for everything I really am. You absolutely do not have to fuck with my work. Fuck I don't fuck with my work sometimes DKLFJSDHF. This is probably the last time I’ll talk about this because the last thing I want to do is come off like I can’t take criticism and I’m ungrateful. But sometimes I really am chewing at my enclosure like IM RIGHT HERE MAN IM LITERALLY BEHIND YOU HOW DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT.

[greengoblinswifey]

https://www.tumblr.com/greengoblinswifey/771997285730205696/thanks-for-ur-answers-on-the-dbfrafe-asks-im

OMG YESSS, I was dying for them to have an actual serious relationship 🤩🤩 just one more thing, how did the dad found out? Bc when he said “you and rafe are what?” at the beginning of the blurb I was like “why are we late to the conversation, roll that back from the beginning” 😭😭🤣 like I want to see his initial recation upon finding out if that makes sense

Thanks for everything omt

a/n— because i’m so generous, enjoy xo

The world as you knew it would come crashing down if your father had ever caught you and his best friend fucking. You and Rafe snuck around too much with a plethora of close calls, thus, you thought it was probably inevitable.

It was weird to wrap your mind around it, but Rafe knew your father better than you did with their friendship surpassing your twenty years on earth.

He was serious about you. You weren’t some dirty secret and he loathed that your entire relationship was you sneaking around behind your dad’s back.

His hands held yours as he stared into your eyes, waiting for your father to enter the living room. “I know your dad better than anyone else. And I know that it’s better we be honest with him about us being together.”

You nodded your head slowly, chewing on your bottom lip.

Your father was chill, he wasn’t an old head or anything and you believed him to be open minded but that didn’t stop you from being scared of what his reaction might be.

Rafe sensed your nervousness and brought you in for a kiss that soothed you, though it didn’t last for long.

“What the fuck?!” your father’s voice boomed throughout the entire house.

You jerked back, startled by his sudden entrance. This was exactly what you were afraid of. Granted, he didn’t catch you fucking or anything, but he saw something before you said anything.

“You’re taking advantage of my fucking daughter!” your father continued, anger evident in his tone.

“Dad, please,” you interjected. “It’s nothing like that. Rafe and I are in a relationship.”

Your dad’s voice thundered through the house, shaking the very walls. “You’re what with Rafe?!”

And that started the most heated discussion you’d ever had with your father that ended with him walking away angrily. Though, he did hear you out a bit.

Before Rafe left he wanted to at least have a one on one conversation with his best friend. They’d never had a disagreement this big and he was couldn’t leave without at least attempting to mend things.

He knocked on your father’s office before opening the door. Your father looked up, still seething from the ordeal.

“Why the fuck are you in here, haven’t you done enough?” he asked, clearly upset.

Rafe took a deep breath before starting. “I’m so sorry man. It was never my intention to hurt you or betray you. I’ve never seen her in that way until a few months ago.”

“It’s my daughter Rafe, that’s what gets me. Why did it have to be her? I know your reputation, you could’ve gone for anyone else,” your father bellowed, fists clenching.

“It had to be her because the love in my heart is only reserved for a woman like her. It’s only reserved for her. I didn’t seek her out, the connection just sparked in a way I didn’t expect. And you’re right, I have a reputation but that’s in the past. I’m ready to settle down and I would never ever hurt her. I swear on my mother’s grave.”

At the mention of Rafe’s mother, your father’s eyes shot up from his clenched fists. Rafe would never mention his mother or even swear on her unless he was serious.

He thought for a moment. You were twenty years old and capable of making your own decisions, he trusted your judgment wholeheartedly. You were one of the most intelligent people he knew and you had good discernment. You never brought home any guys so if you had decided to inform him of your relationship with his best friend of all people, it was serious.

“Alright fine. You can date her, I’ll give you a chance just this once. But I swear to God if you get my little girl pregnant this young or break her heart, I’ll fucking kill you and they won’t find your body,” your dad told him, firmly.

“100% valid and I’m on board,” Rafe said, “thanks man. You know I love you and I love her. I’ll treat her the way she deserves, you raised such an admirable woman.”

Your father stood up and Rafe pulled him in for hug. It was hesitant at first before they both melted into it. The hug signified the love, trust and years of friendship between them. It reminded Rafe of the hug your father gave to him the day his mother died, signifying they’d always be there for each other no matter what. It signified they would remain best friends through whatever hardships they faced.

Now, decades later, that promise stood firm, no matter the circumstance and apprehension.

“Take care of her man. She’s my entire world,” your dad said, tears threatening to prick his eyes as he pulled away from the hug.

“I will. She’s my world now too,” Rafe replied and pulled him into another hug.

Slowly, you pushed open the office door and seeing the sight before you made tears flood your eyes. You walked over to them and Rafe pulled you into the hug.

“I love you both. I’m sorry if I disappointed you dad,” you said, one arm around him.

“I love you more, pumpkin. And you could never disappoint me. Go live your life and be happy, I’ll always be in your corner no matter what.”

[call-me-casual]

I’ve been thinking about them so here’s a Scott Tracy [TAG edition] headcanon dump:

1. This is a bit of a retcon of an older headcanon, but Scott is 26 at the start of S1, just at the edge of turning 27, and 29 on the brink of turning 30 at the end of S3. I originally put him as 27, but I will die on the hill that Alan is 17 in S1 based on the uk driving age and I think I’ve seen somewhere that an old magazine or something said the age gap between Alan and Scott was 9 years?

2. Probably not going to be very popular but I headcanon that in the world of TAG, Scott was never in the military or GDF. No bereznik, no nothing. Instead his possible “militaristic” behaviour comes from Jeff’s training and Scott’s tendencies to copy his father.

3. Scott may have the colouring and significant facial features of his father, but actually has a good amount of his mother’s traits, such as his lanky build and personality. He loves his dad dearly and aspires to be like him, but also appreciates the little things his mother gave him that didn’t leave him a simple clone of his dad. He also inherited a few traits from his mother’s side in general.

4. Scott’s behaviour is often him attempting to act like Jeff for the sake of the others. It started as him trying to figure out how to lead, but there was also an underlying factor of him wanting things at home to stay as similar as they could. This is “Commander Scott”, whilst his real personality shines when he banters with his family, expresses his own interests and feels more comfortable.

5. Linking to headcanon 2 is what I like to call “The silver prince of Tracy Island”. Scott is a valuable asset, and people know this. Even before iR, organisations and militaries were scrambling to try and get hold of the firstborn of the legendary Colonel Jeff Tracy. They think that the kid who wants to be just like daddy will be easy to manipulate. But Scott always turned them down out of a desire to stay with his family and his incredibly pacifist nature. One of these organisations was the GDF, at the time run by a not so nice man. Not long before the Zero-X, they attempted to basically kidnap Scott and force him to serve, but were stopped by an irate Jeff who came in and saved him. This incident lead to the man in charge being investigated and replaced by Colonel Casey not long after Zero-X. (This is partly influenced by an old thread that I can’t find for the LIFE OF ME-)

His brothers know what happened, they know that there are people who want Scott Tracy for their own gain, and they are determined to protect him as he’s protected them. Sometimes, one might find a brother or two sitting vigil over their brother’s rare instances of sleep. His royal guard.

6. Scott’s pacifist nature comes from the fact that his earliest memories include the fresh Conflict of 2040. He became aware of the destruction through Jeff’s own experiences and hearing many, many news broadcasts and conversations. Scott may have been young, but he understood the gravity of what adults talked about following the conflict, when it was fresh in everyone’s minds. Whilst he doesn’t remember this, it was monumental in forming who he is today. He’s not a TOTAL pacifist (as seen when he attempts to punch evil Indiana Jones-), but he is determined to never take a life. He knows his father’s regrets, and promised to never repeat them.

7. Scott is stronger than he looks. Yes he’s light as a feather and could almost be called a twink, but he’s actually mostly lean muscle. iR promotes training for strength rather than show, so Scott isn’t very buff looking. He does however, lack a lot of body fat and can sometimes struggle to warm back up. His uniform is thickly woven and padded inside as a result, and on windy days at the island, Virgil will attempt to swaddle his big brother in blanket-thick towels post-swim.

8. Despite only stating “looking up at the night sky” (ouch) and “swimming” as his hobbies in that interview, Scott does have a few things he enjoys! Flying is obvious, but he also enjoys playing football (the REAL one, where you KICK the ball), hiking, model making and using burner accounts to wind up the bigots of 2060.

9. Scott has some variation of separation anxiety, even if he’ll never admit it. If a brother comes home after a close call or particularly long/dangerous mission, he’ll essentially wrap himself around them and refuse to let go. Because he’s mad at himself that he couldn’t protect them more, scared of what could have happened, and needs to assure himself that he hasn’t lost his baby brothers the way he lost his dad.

10. When there’s a particularly annoying or just frustrating board member at Tracy Industries, Scott will perform a series of secret pranks to get under their skin without any real consequences. The investors fear the coffee machine after it got filled with non-toxic washing up liquid found its way inside. He sits with Gordon to brainstorm new ideas.

11. If picked up from under the armpits or grabbed by the back of his shirt collar, Scott will go limp and one can perform the cat “temperament test” on him. Beware that this only occurs when there is a level of trust, otherwise expect resistance.

[outofpocketonepiecethoughts]

I’ve seen a few people making posts looking for zolu/luzo prompts and I probably won’t ever find those posts again but I’d love to provide prompts for anyone to use and spread the agenda. Feel free to use the prompts to their fullest extant or only take the parts you like.

So here’s some ideas:

- Mafia au where Zoro is a hitman hired to kill Luffy and Luffy is the boss of an un and coming crime family. Zoro doesn’t like to kill secretly, and instead challenges his kills to a fair fight. Luffy is the first person to beat him, and instead of Killing him he asks (or possibly coerces) Zoro to join him. Maybe Zoro ends up the target of assassins himself because of his failure to kill Luffy, leading Luffy to become protective of him, or maybe more assassins come for Luffy and Zoro becomes his unofficial body guard. (Also maybe Luffy brings Zoro along to events he finds boring just because he likes Zoro’s company but the way they hold onto each other makes Zoro look like his arm candy and a rumour starts going around that Zoro is like, his trophy wife or something).

- Nika x Zoro au where there’s like, a solar eclipse and the people of Zoro’s town or country believe that in order to bring the sun back they need to sacrifice their strongest fighter. Their strongest fighter is obviously Zoro and so they take him up a mountain or something and tie him to an altar and after a while Luffy/Nika shows up and after a short conversation with Zoro, takes liking to him and just brings him home to wherever gods live. I haven’t thought about what happens after that. Could be marriage, sex, and actual plot, or all three.

- Zoro and Luffy are sparring and they discover that Zoro is oddly susceptible to Luffy’s conquerers haki (maybe because Zoro wants it to affect him idk). I picture this leading either to smut of fluff, but I suppose it could lead to angst too.

- Luffy gets really drunk for the first time and Zoro has to take care of him (could easily be fluff or angst)

- Luffy gets tossed overboard in a storm and Zoro goes to get him, but ends up not being able to pull himself out of the water after. They wash up on the strange island and have to survive until the rest of the crew can find them

This doesn’t really have a theme, it’s just random ideas I thought of, but I’ll probably post more prompts in the future so if anyone has an idea for or wants to request a theme please comment or send and ask.

@marveling-cg

[littlemisssquiggles]

Alright, I need to gush about Dandadan for a hot minute…

So this squiggle meister has hopped onto the Dandadan hype train. Ever since its anime adaptation release last year, I’ve been riding the high of my newest anime craze.

Not only am I all caught up on the anime (eagerly awaiting season 2 coming out this year) but I’ve also taken to following the manga; which I’m all caught up on too.

Speaking of which, the newest chapter of Dandadan dropped today - Chapter 181- and I’ve got some things to say about:

Firstly, the return of Unji Zuma. It’s nice to see that the Danmanru Arc wasn’t the last time we’ve seen our Umbrella King.

Zuma’s a cool character. I basically see him as a male Momo since the two share the same stubborn, headstrong yet surprisingly compassionate and loyal personality traits that make them really fun characters to watch further develop. In this squiggle meister’s eyes, Zuma is as much as cool older brother character to Momo as Jiji is.

However, judging by Zuma’s new look in the upcoming arc, I have a sinking feeling the manga is setting us up again for yet another wrench in the ongoing development of the Okarun and Momo love story.

I already made this point over over Twitter but ---

It CANNOT be a coincidence that Zuma, who was described as “Momo’s ideal type” cause he bares a resemblance to her celebrity crush Ken Takakura, now with his hair grown out and sporting a pair of glasses looks like a punk tough guy version of Okarun.

That can't be a coincidence, no? Like I said, I think the manga is setting us up yet again for another fake red herring love triangle and misunderstanding to further push the Momokarun ship into official couple status.

After all, we’re already half way there with Okarun’s recent confession.

Not to mention that last time, during the Space Globalist Arc, after the whole misunderstanding with Vamola, the first time Okarun actually admits to being in love with Momo is while “rejecting” Vamola.

I feel like Zuma is being set up to be Momo’s Vamola, y’know what I mean? I don’t know if Zuma is going to be confirmed to secretly like Momo.

I mean I hope not cause like I said, they have way more sibling energy to me than that of Momo and Jiji and Jiji is literally her childhood best friend and first crush).

But I do hope that Zuma’s presence will provide the catalyst to Momo professing her love for Okarun.

I mean, Zuma did over hear Momo whispering “tell me you love me” in her sleep and he gave her a look.

Surely, that’s got to come back sometime later just as how Momo’s “Lova Ya” note to Okarun came back, right?

While I doubt this will mean that Zuma will develop a romantic interest in Momo, if so is the case then I hope it will lead into Momo turning him down cause she will FINALLY admit that she’s already in love with Okarun.

THIS HAS TO BE WHY ZUMA IS BACK!

Outside of him bringing in a new arc, Zuma is here to be the FINAL PUSH for Momo to admit she loves Okarun. He has to be!

Zuma is literally the embodiment of everything Momo wants in a potential boyfriend. He looks like Ken Takakura. Underneath his tough exterior, he is genuinely courageous and has a benevolent spirit that drives him to go above and beyond for others in his care. Zuma is such a “good guy” that he got a whole school gang of delinquents to rally behind him. He is such a “good guy” that he’s even willing to help the poor Daiki kid with his curse.

I mean Zuma is just a really cool character.

And him being around again rocking dem big glasses and fluffy hair like Okarun is definitely gonna be confusing for Momo. At least that’s what I think.

Either way, I stand by what I said.

I think we’re entering the home stretch to Momo x Okarun being official.

I don’t know how many more arcs and chapters again it will take to get us there but we are getting there.

Zuma is the key.

If he isn’t gonna be yet another lying ass fake "potential love interest" like Aira, Jiji and Vamola all were then at least let him be a “real bro” to Momo.

I know he kinda blind right now but please let Zuma have the emotional wisdom to see through Momo’s BS of stalling her confession to Okarun and give her a firm kick in the ass with dem big Geta sandals he’s got on to get her to FINALLY return her feelings.

Bruh, we are almost to 200 chapters.

We need to see Momokarun canon before Luffy finds the One Piece. While we’re still young and our shipping hearts are still beating.

- LMS (2025)

[razorblade180]

So It’s A Date?

Citlali:*reading*

Aether:*walks into house* Oh hey!

Citlali:Aether!? *tosses book* H-Hey!

Aether:You’re actually up. Also was that smut?

Citlali:First of all, the way you sounded surprised makes it feel like I’m never awake. Second, no it wasn’t!

Aether:Why’d you throw it?

Citlali:Why are you in my house? Stay focus. I’m sure you aren’t here to investigate my novels.

Aether:I’d like to take you to dinner.

Citlali:P-Pardon me?

Aether:If you would have me, I would like to spoil you with dinner tonight. A date. I am asking you on a date.

Citlali:*slowly walks to her hallway*

Aether:What are you doing.

Citlali:Getting the minimum distance required to disconnect our telepathy.

Aether:I can still read your facial-

Citlali:*turns around corner*

Aether:Fair play…

Citlali: What the heck is this guy thinking!? I know I gave him a key to my house but to casually walk in and ask me on a date out of the blue!? I haven’t been on one in ages!? Ugh, calm down Citlali. Breath. Don’t let him put you on the back foot. You know his games. *walks around corner* I-

Aether:*three steps closer*

Citlali:Could you read my mind!!!!?

Aether:In my defense, you’ve been consulting yourself for three minutes. I get anxious too y’know. I only caught the end.

Citlali:That doesn’t mean you should cross boundaries so casually!

Aether:Granny Iztali, with all due respect, you’re the type of person who only lets boundaries down when someone tries to brave them. I just so happen to be an adventurer. I know how to tread cautiously, and I don’t think you want me to.

Citlali:*red*…You’re acting rather bold these days.

Aether:Haha, ya think so? Probably because I’ve resonated with pyro. Depending on the element, my disposition shifts a little.

Citlali:Sounds dreadful.

Aether:It’s not that bad. Paimon says I’ve been more energetic and positive recently. *smiles* I’m inclined to agree.

Citlali:You have been acting like a certain headstrong leader of ours lately. Though I suppose that has its advantages in a place like this. As for your question, I don’t feel being around crowds.

Aether:We can go to your secret spot.

Citlali:It would be a pain dragging a real meal up-

Aether:Then let’s eat out in nature like a picnic, or I could come back here later and cook for you?

Citlali:*red*…Headstrong was the wrong word. Clearly you’ve thought of an attack plan too.

Aether:Haha, that part is just how I role in these situations. I don’t have to tell you that though. You’ve seen tons of my memories by now.

Citlali:It’s not like I was snooping! No one could’ve guessed your adventures would’ve been filled with so much down time and insanity. If anything, you should be the one in that light novel I’m reading instead of the boring main character.

Aether:So you want me in your smut?

Citlali:That’s not- you- I…..Will a yes to dinner get you out of here!?

Aether:A “no” would too. Whatever you’re comfortable with. If you’re not mentally up to something like this then that’s okay. I mean that.

Citlali:….Can you cook a good steak?

Aether:It’s a specialty at this point.

Citlali:Sigh, I’ll be hungry at 9 and hangry by 9:30 so you better not drag your feet!

Aether:I live with Paimon. I can cook like the wind.

Citlali:Also don’t even think about having me drink alone! You better bring your best tonight, or you’ll be the one with embarrassing thoughts slipping!

Aether:Then it’s a date.

Citlali:Don’t say it out loud! J- I will see you here tonight! Don’t be late.

Aether:Enjoy your book. I won’t spoil it, but I know the author of that one personally. I’m sorry in advanced.

Citlali:What?

Aether:*causally leaves* Guess I’m testing my tolerance tonight. *red* I’m definitely doomed. Although if she finishes that book she’ll probably carry the conversation.

Citlali:*flipping through pages*I swear if even one character is unfaithful or a couple doesn’t last like last time…!!!! Does the other not like joy!?

xxxxxx

Miko:*drinking saké*

Ei:Miko!!*storms up steps*

Miko:Oh hello. To what do I owe the pleasu-

Ei:*waves book* “The Lightning Wrapped in Wind: How A Bard Caught A Storm!?”

Miko:Well I’m not gonna write about my past or our history. *sips drink* Yours though…gold.

Ei:I am going to strike that drunkard down. There are some stories a bard shouldn’t tell.

Miko:If it makes you feel better, that’s the sequel to “The Bard that Conquered the Mountain.” I’m positive Barbatos lives in fear every day.

[chocor0se]

concept: officer dick grayson joins the 99

i don’t have the energy to write for this so here’s everything i’m thinking for it lol in case you have any ideas:

The squad is introduced to their new detective: Dick Grayson (obviously)

“Squad, this is Detective Richard Grayson” “Please, call me Dick!” “Imsorrywhat-”

Dick mentions that he grew up in Gotham and everyone’s (at least jake) like “you mean the most crime ridden city in america??”

Probably some more introduction stuff after that idk

Rooftop chase turns into Dick jumping multiple roofs to catch a criminal

Reveal that he used to be a child acro-bat (subtle pun) for a traveling circus up until he was 10

“Please tell me that you found out the circus was actually a ploy to make you a secret spy so you ran away for the good of society” “Actually both my parents died in a trapeze accident.” “Oh no I feel bad now.”

Dick and Rosa do gymnastics together sometimes

Once Jake joined and immediately regretted it.

Dick often complains about his (foster) father ‘Bruce’

“And he like, sucks at communication and stuff—and I get it I do—but he doesn’t have to be such a bitch-”

It’s revealed later that ‘Bruce’ is actually ‘Bruce Wayne’ when Bruce takes a trip to New York for WE stuff (it actually is WE stuff just because I wanted to mess with him lol) and the squad is tasked with keeping him safe after a threat is made

“Your dad is Bruce WAYNE??? The billionaire??? The one standing right in front of us???”

Also Dick is still Nightwing here but he’s more tasked with rooting out some crooked cops in the NYPD as another cop than as a full blown vigilante

Doesn’t mean that Nightwing doesn’t show up here and there to help out when Dick’s mysteriously unavailable

“Yeah Dick, too bad you were out cause you missed seeing Nightwing!” “I’ve seen Nightwing before you know? He’s really nothing special.”

They assume that the two of them hate each other each other, and Dick does nothing to deny it

[rottenbrainstuff]

So as that lengthy Neil Gaiman article is passed around, I want to give you all a gentle reminder….

I’m not saying that it’s not valid to feel crushed when you hear about shitty things like this, but we all need to keep in mind there are no safe celebrities. There is absolutely not a single celebrity on the planet that you can trust to not learn some terrible secret about. This is because we don’t know these people personally. What we know is a curated public persona that they present.

It’s fun to be a fan of celebrities and to be enthusiastic about their work, but…. Just never forget, they’re not a mascot or a character, they’re a human. Don’t put them on a pedestal. The fact that someone can make funny tumblr posts says nothing about their personal life.

I just… I just see some people who are SO heartbroken about all of this, and I feel bad for you, I don’t know. It’s disappointing to me as well, but I never assume for an instant that anyone I fangirl over is safe. I think it’s healthy to keep some emotional perspective, keep some emotional distance, with our parasocial relationships. Maybe?

I think about meeting Neil Newbon at the Calgary expo last year and what a nice person he was to meet, the nicest celebrity I’ve ever seen at one of these cons, the nicest celebrity I’ve ever seen interacting with his fans. Even he, I would not put on a pedestal. As he said himself at his panel, what the public sees, this is a persona he presents and his personal stuff stays personal. You really do not know these people, at all.

Just… keep that in mind. And not just for celebrities. People in general are not either good and beyond reproach, or obviously bad and cancelled and discardable. If you view things this way, you will set yourself up for a world of hurt, because you will assume the people who don’t look obviously bad therefore can’t hurt you, until they do. (This is also where the “how could they have actually done that? They seem so nice, so I don’t believe you” comes from too)

I dunno. You know? This whole situation just gives me a lot of thoughts.

On a related note: I’m also sad to see some people say well this means they can’t be a fan of good omens anymore, or whatever…… look, that’s a decision that only you can make, but consider this. As I saw Wil Wheaton say, movies and tv shows are the work of a large team, so many different people all working together to make something they believe in: a producer, a writer, a director, an editor, the actors, the costumers, the numerous other crew I can’t even list here, all working hard and proud of their work. Learning that one person in that team is a piece of shit is not a nice thing to learn, but it doesn’t automatically invalidate the work that everyone else has put in. And thinking about this further, I’m going to guess that if you think one bad person contaminates an entire thing, you’re never going to find anything that is pure and free from contamination, because every large group of people is going to include some bad people in the bunch. (Please don’t come at me with JK Rowling stuff, transpanic georg is an outlier and should not have been included)

I dunno. I’ve been watching all of this shit unfold and thinking some thoughts for a while. Just take it away and think about it. It’s very disappointing no matter how you look at it, but I think we need to change how we view celebrities.

[never-stranger]

New Beginnings

Pairing: Loki x photographer!reader (fem)

Summary: As Loki adjusts along with the Asgardians in their new home on Midgard, they also warm up to guests visiting their little community. One in particular finds the flowers outside his cabin to be a subject for her craft

Tags & Warnings: Second POV, Fluff, Good/Soft Loki, Post-Ragnarok

Forenote: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while! I did receive a request recently on Loki in a masquerade ball, I’ll get to that soon! 

Word Count: 3379

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The sun shone upon New Asgard. A warmth embraced its people each new day, a sort of warmth that reminded a certain God of Mischief about longer days in the Golden Kingdom. He would never admit it– how much better he had been feeling since their arrival on Midgard. He mourned with the people, about the homes and lives they’d lost, but at the same time, it was like aeons of burdens were lifted from his shoulders. He could drape himself onto a wicker chair and watch time pass as the nation slowly rebuilt themselves on the embers of what they once were. 

While of course, he still had his duties, but they reminded him more of when he’d play the role of assistant when his mother would arrange those extravagant events more than the responsibilities of a prince. That isn’t to say those memories weren’t fond.

He didn’t leave the community all that much, and it didn’t take him long to memorise most of everyone’s names. Thor had pointed it out once, teasing him for such a sentimental gesture. The only response he’d received was a pointed glare as Loki smiled to himself only the moment he turned away. 

They would receive visitors from time to time. Loki thought it best to steer clear from their way, lest he scare them off. Meanwhile, when Thor would be in charge of the day tour, he would deliberately take a path he knew he’d find his brother in, as a way to assure other people that he had changed. Another thing Loki would not admit was that he appreciated it. 

It was a day he declared to himself as his day off. He squinted at the sun’s intrusion as he stepped out of his little cabin, stretching out his limbs when he vaguely heard a camera’s shutter.

His eyes immediately snap to where you stood, fumbling with the device in your hands. 

“Sorry, I’ve been trying to get a good angle on your flowers for quite a while without getting too close. Didn’t mean to disturb you.” You pressed buttons on the gadget with a humorous smile you hoped masked your embarrassment as you scrolled to the picture you had just taken. There was evident motion in the photo; it looked quite silly, seeing the man blurry mid-stretch. Well at least it was funny until you realised who it was. 

Loki startled at the sound of surprise you made. “You… you’re— mister— prince?”

Despite his grogginess, Loki finds it in himself to grace you with a chuckle. “Just Loki.” His eyes still move slowly as he examines you, his eyelids weighed by slumber. It didn’t take much deduction for him to find out you were most probably a photographer. 

“Not much going on here, I’m afraid. You’ll find Thor right next door; he could take you to sights much more worth your time.”

“I think I’m alright.”

He looks at you incredulously, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. You clear your throat. 

“I mean most people have probably seen those already. I wanted to capture glimpses into the lives of the people here,” and in a flustered whisper, you add, “you know?”

Maybe it was because he was too tired to shoo you away, to argue or to call his brother down himself, but he resigns with a nod before turning on his heel back towards his door. 

“Actually, could you…?” He halts abruptly, hearing the grass and the fallen leaves crunch against your soles as you tread carefully closer to the hedges surrounding his house. When he looks back at you, you demonstrate a pose, bending your knees to be closer to the ground, using one of the radiant yellow wildflowers as a prop.

He sighs, and rolls his eyes. Against his better judgment, the wooden floors creak under the weight of his footsteps as he walks out of the cabin grounds and sidles next to you; he mirrors the action. You smile at him gratefully and he can’t seem to ignore the warmth that envelops him at the sight of it. With wakefulness slowly crawling up his nerves, he realises he hasn’t seen you around before and the way you regard him is quite a new experience. Thor would usually be the one to introduce new visitors to him, but you took the initiative first. 

The camera clicks.

He watches you with intrigue, his brows furrowed together as you examine the picture. 

“You could do better than that,” you say flatly. He opens his mouth to voice his offence, but you silence him with a raised finger and a simple command:

“Pose.”

This time, he does not let his mind wander. He mirrors the same pose, but with a more natural element to it. After hearing several clicks from the camera, he groans, standing up to his full height.

“Are we done?”

But you’re too distracted by your handiwork. When he sees you smiling at the screen, curiosity pulls him over to your side. He peers over your shoulder and you lift the camera closer to his eyes. 

Asgardians and Midgardians were typically warm, but he’d gone too long without a reminder of that; he remembers this when he tries to take a hold of the device to direct it where he can see better, and the action makes his fingertips brush against your skin. You were quite warm.

What he saw in the photograph was not quite how he remembered himself. 

It seemed convincingly candid— an ordinary man admiring the flowers with his hair a good mix of neat and unkempt. The sunlight dappled the leaves and the flowers beautifully; it caressed his face, casting an ethereal glow befitting a god. 

“You are quite the artist, madam…?”

You’re greeted with a fond smile when you give him your name, offering your hand for a shake. “It’s an honour, truly.”

He finds himself drawn into your warmth with your hand clasped around his. He walks next to you, carefully watching your much awed expression despite the bland, ordinary trees being the reason. 

The two of you slipped into an easy conversation. You elaborated on your profession and why you had come to visit, your words quite tugged at his mind and compelled him to be the one to tour you around the place. While Thor knew of the summits, he knew of the slopes, the ins and outs of the village where children hide and play, where trees cast shadows even when the sun was high, where lovers shared their moments. He even showed you the only tree in the village that bore his favourite Midgardian fruit, which to his surprise, was your favourite too. 

As you enthusiastically sank your teeth into the fruit you had plucked from the tree, he conjured a small basket in his hands and filled it with the best picks. 

He followed you around as you continued taking photographs, the sound of the camera’s shutter slowly registering into his head as something soothing and familiar. Whenever he’d catch you eyeing a person or a group for too long, he would lean down to your level and give you a story or two that he’d known about them. As always, he was a theatrical storyteller; he made even the most mundane of tales sound out of this world. 

For lunch, he had taken you to a local restaurant. It earned the two of you a few bewildered glances, especially from the wide-eyed God of Thunder who had been stuffing his face with the restaurant’s complimentary bread when you walked in next to Loki, just a smidgeon too close than Thor remembered his brother would like. He was even more surprised to see that Loki didn’t seem to be bothered, he seemed pleased, even. 

When the bill was called, the sweet lady had said it was on the house. The pair of you insisted on paying, but she wouldn’t hear it; she simply waved you off as she scurried back to the counter. 

“I’ve never seen that happen before,” mumbled Thor. 

“Looks like he takes after his brother more than he’d like to admit,” said the lady, scribbling over a receipt that Thor deduced was yours. 

Loki caught the tinge of embarrassment in your face. You flipped through your wallet to leave a tip, he stopped you with a raised hand, telling you he’d make sure they would be properly compensated. 

“It seems only right, I mean you’ve gone the extra mile just showing me around the place,” you reason out. 

In turn, he chuckles, “I am still very much a prince, remember?”

The sun was long gone from the horizon when you made your way back to the car. You had reassured Loki that you would be alright on your own, but he was persistemt on accompanying you. There was guilt somewhere in your nerves that you were possibly steering him away from his responsibilities, but the moment you voiced this he only asked you where you had parked. When you pointed in its direction, he simply walked ahead of you, making you take wider strides to match his pace. 

“It’s a shame we missed the sunset. There are times when I realise I take it for granted,” he says softly.

“Well, all the more reason for me to come back,” you shrug. 

There is a giddy feeling in his chest and he tries to bite back a smile. When he fails in doing so, he tilts his head towards the ground.  

The lights of your car blink, the doors unlocking with the push of a button. He makes his way to the passenger seat, settling the basket of fruit he had gathered earlier onto the seat. He tells you  it’s an offering of thanks from the people of New Asgard.

The engine hums to life, but you stay there for a moment to let it warm up. Loki knocks on your window before lowering himself to meet your gaze as you roll the glass down. 

“Any way I’ll know when you plan to return?”

“I thought you liked surprises.” You lean closer to your window, giving him a smug grin. 

“That I do,” he chuckles. 

It does not take you long to return for a second time, then a third, then you stopped counting by the eighth. There was always somewhere new to visit even in such a small community, perhaps it was because you were lucky to have scored  quite the resourceful guide. 

Your itinerary would change every time, if you had any at all. Most times you would visit with nothing but the camera, sometimes with a little trinket from home to leave as a token. What remained constant was the basket of fruit Loki would always leave in your car before you parted ways for the time being. A reminder that there was always at least one person waiting there for you. 

In the weeks you had not returned, visitors steadily came and went. Slowly, they grew in frequency and number, but you were still nowhere to be found. Thor began to question why Loki seemed to have his eyes incessantly on the crowd, at times even greeting them by the entrance before quickly making his leave when he didn’t find what he was looking for. 

One afternoon, Thor used the back entrance to the restaurant you and Loki had eaten in. From the counter, he spotted his brother on the very same table, flipping through his book with several, identical cups sprawled before him, the cup he was sipping on was the same, too. The lady behind the counter noticed Thor’s confusion as she laughed sheepishly. 

“He’s been doing that these past few weeks.”

“The drinking or the reading?” Thor crossed his arms, his gaze still tethered to his brother. The lady laughs in response. 

“A bit of both; nothing to be concerned about. I think it’s the same drink that girl had ordered for both of them when she first visited.”

Thor hums, the scrutiny in his eyes leaving for the most part. “In that case, I fear if she doesn’t return anytime soon, my brother will end up reverting to his old ways.”

The hanging bells by the front entrance jingle as a family of four steps through the threshold. The daughter is the first to spot Loki, and Thor swallows a lump in his throat when she quickly invades Loki’s personal space. He gives her a look, close to a glare, but the tension in his face leaves when the girl lifts her phone to his face, speaking enthusiastically about something on the screen. 

It was the picture you had taken of him all those weeks ago.

The young girl continued scrolling through the other pictures you had posted as she told him how excited she was to visit New Asgard because of the photographs you had captured. 

“It’s as beautiful as she described it! I don’t think I’ll be able to leave!”

“Now, now. Careful what you wish for, you’ll leave your parents hanging.” Loki chuckles, patting the girl on the head. He points a finger at her family as they give him a bashful smile. 

“I just can’t believe our tour is over. I want to come back soon, and hopefully she’ll be here too!” The girl says wistfully, crossing her arms. “And you must be the good friend she had made during her time here! Prince… Mister? Mister. Mister Loki?”

“Good friend?”

“She said something about how nice the people here were, but she seemed to favour... someone. You were the only one with a solo shot on any of her posts.” As she spoke, she went through the photo reel, making sure Loki could see properly. 

“She says she wants to come back as soon as she figured things out.”

“Going through a rough patch then, I suppose?”

She shrugs, “Probably, she doesn’t really talk about her life outside the pictures.”

By the middle range of the reel, he caught a glimpse of his photo. It was truly distinguishable compared to the group photos, view,s and other candids you had taken. Then the last photo was one of the basket he had left on your seat, this time it sat on what looked like a dining table. 

“Julia,” called the mother, gesturing to the girl to come over as they readied their takeaway bags. She waves at Loki, skipping towards her family with childlike glee. 

He watches as they leave, worrying his lip. He swirls the drink in his hands, basking in its aroma that he had very quickly learned to associate with you. He remembered the questioning look he’d given you when your drink was served. After taking a sip, you had pushed the cup over to him until he relented and gave it a try. 

From an ample distance, Thor shifts his weight and makes an accidental sound. It’s only then that Loki realises he is being watched. 

He places the cup on the table as he stands in slow movements. And to Thor’s surprise, he smiles at him. 

It was early into the evening, and nights had been growing colder. It did not stop the children from chasing each other down the roads, or the pleasant old man from reading through his novel as he sat on the lone bench under the streetlight. 

It certainly didn’t stop Loki from thinking about you; in fact, it had made him forget everything else, even for just a while. His mind, usually brimming with ideas, running at several thousand miles by the second, would know a few moments of peace when he would remember you; the warmth he could almost feel through his memories. He digs his hands into his pockets, watching as his breath leaves its trails in the cold air. He remembered the girl’s words; in that moment he wanted nothing more than to find you and offer a helping hand. 

The walk home was silent, save for the sound of leaves being crushed in his wake. He nears his cabin as the hedges come into view. He glides his fingertips against its leaves, remembering your fascination for them. 

The memories enveloped him into a bittersweet embrace, drowning out his senses, so he doesn’t immediately pick up on the sound of a camera’s shutter. 

He spins around, defensively positioning himself towards the source. 

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly, flinging your camera’s strap over the shoulder and shoving your hands into your coat pockets. “Got caught in traffic, was I disturbing you… again?” As you spoke, Loki walked towards you slowly, as though you’d scatter into the wind if he were too rash. 

“No, no, never,” he whispered earnestly. 

“Well, it’s been a while,” you beam

He looks down at the hand you offered him, clasping his own firmly around yours. But something in him breaks and he tugs on your arm, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he pulls you into an embrace. “It has,” he says. “Tell me everything.”

His arms tighten around you when you return the gesture. “I will. Maybe after finding a place to stay for the night.”

He chuckles heartily. You pull away from his arms, but keep your hands on his sides. “Go get your things, I’ll arrange the spare mattress,” he says before quirking an eyebrow. “Unless you were having other plans?”

You swat at his shoulder playfully before following him to the front door. You’re about to tell him you could probably find yourself a small inn to stay out of his hair, but he anticipated that already, telling you not to worry about it before you could even open your mouth to speak. 

When the lights are opened, he is graced with the familiar look of awe on your face. If you had donned that reaction to his chambers back on Asgard, perhaps he would have understood; but his place here was like any other mortal home. It was wood, warm lights dimly illuminating his bookshelves and the few paintings hanging on the walls, a cozy carpet with a couch on each side, a small coffee table in the middle; not without a remarkably tall stack of books on it. 

Curiously, you take a hold of the topmost book, idly flipping through its pages when something catches your eye.

“What’s this?” You carefully peel it from the page, it’s rough and evidently worn down by time. It’s also a memorable shade of yellow; though now it seemed to have dulled by time. 

“Oh.”

You lift the dried flower towards the light to admire it, at the same time Loki returns with two cups of warm drinks. When he sees what you are holding, he quickly settles the cups onto the coffee table. You could almost see his mind going to work, trying to find an excuse for keeping such a feeble thing; he eventually decides against it.

“It makes a really good bookmark,” he mumbles. 

“I can tell.”

You return it to its page and place the book back on its stack, taking your seat on the couch. Loki waits for you to hold your cup before he takes his and you blow some air into the drink.

The first thing you see when you lift your gaze is the look of enthrallment from the only other person in the room. For a second, the cup in his hands seems to be too hot; but he quickly recovers, narrowly avoiding dropping it to the ground.

Perhaps now he understood how you seemed so fascinated by the most mundane things, how the most common occurrences ignite that spark within your eyes. It took weeks of your absence to realise how much of his time alive he had taken for granted. Like his time on Asgard, he never realised how important some things were until they were taken away.

Thankfully you were not one of those things. You always came back as you said you would, but your time apart from him would give him ample time to ponder on this.

Now that you were there before him, in his home, Loki knew he would learn to hold on to what he loved, no matter how fleeting time would be for them.

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Afternote: Writer's block while writing a longform fic = write a oneshot.

I am very much open to your thoughts and comments! :))

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Rating wxs event names

We’re going with the ensekai official name TL, unless the event isn’t on there yet in which case we go with what the wiki says

It’s On! Wonder Halloween (rui1)

Relevance to the story: it was indeed on and it was indeed Halloween and it did indeed take place at Phoenix Wonderland. 5/5

Coolness: I don’t think we need the it’s on part. Wonder Halloween sounds sick though so I’ll forgive it. 4/5

Abbreviation: it is too short to abbreviate but I can call it wonder halloween for brevity so 5/5

On This Holy Night I Sing (nene1)

Relevance to the story: it was in fact a holy night on which nene sang 5/5

Is it a cool title: I think it sounds corny but I also think using the title of a well known Xmas song (holy night) is cool. So. 5/5

Abbreviation: I can just call it holy night but it is quite long. 4/5

Smile of a Dreamer (emu1)

Relevance to the story: story is about emu (a dreamer)’s smile. Tsukasa in the Ferris wheel vc this really was our smile of a dreamer. 5/5

Is it a cool title: yea I think so 5/5

Abbreviation: soad 6/5 extra point because I like that abbreviation

Wonder Magical Showtime (Tsukasa1)

Relevance to the story: yeah man that showtime really did wonder magical. It sure did. 5/5

Is it a cool title: I think bias is carrying here but even though it’s not like. A great *english* title I think it sounds nice. 5/5

Abbreviation: wms looks kinda like wxs 5/5

Mermaid Admiration (nene2)

Relevance to the story: nene admires a mermaid as a child and the children admire nene as a mermaid now so it’s like double mermaid 5/5

Is it a cool title: it’s kinda bland. Tbh. 3/5.

Abbreviation: too short for an abbreviation but also just long enough to be annoying to type if you’re lazy like me. “But you’re fine with wonder halloween” Halloween is fun to type what’s not clicking

Revival my Dream (rui2)

Relevance to the story: they revived rui’s dream yes. and also the dream of colonizers past. 5/5

Is it a cool title: ya 5/5

Abbreviation: rmd three consonants very nice very punchy

Bonus question of does the event uphold a sanitized version of colonization: yes it does so -15 points for reasons that should be obvious

Popping in my Heart (emu2)

Relevance to the story: uh. No but yes? It follows the emu style description of emotions I suppose. 3/5

Is it a cool title: I will be honest the o->pp makes me read it as pooping in my heart at a glance. Also I just don’t really like it 2/5.

Abbreviation: pimh I don’t like that. Don’t care for it. 2/5

On the Stage of Dazzling Light (tsk2)

Relevance to the story: fuck man those lights sure did dazzle 5/5

Is it a cool title: it accomplishes the tricky feat of being a long name that doesn’t sound bad or unnecessarily wordy 5/5

Abbreviation: there’s a reason people call it the torpe event 2/5. Actually 3/5 because I still call it dazzling light occasionally.

Desperate Times?! Island Panic (nene3)

Relevance to the story: despite being stranded on a fucking island wxs does not seem to grasp the severity of the situation and therefore they do not panic nor are the times desperate. They’re there for like a day. 3/5

Is it a cool title: I don’t care for the desperate times just call it island panic bro 4/5

Abbreviation: I just call it island panic but I also see people calling it the island event which means no abbreviation/shortening has been good enough to catch on 3/5

A Sad Farewell at the Curtain Call (rui3)

Relevance to the story: it kinda was a sad farewell at the curtain call but I think they named it like that to fuck with us. Which I can appreciate 5/5.

Coolness: yeah it fucks 5/5

Abbreviation: people call it curtain call which I like 5/5

To the Gleaming Stars Halfway Through A Dream (emu3)

Relevance to the story: I’m gonna say no. They’re not going to the stars. But also yes because it’s like… emu realizing the dream is almost over? 3/5

Coolness: so fucking long and could be better 2/5

Abbreviation: 2/5 I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody abbreviate it I think we all just call it gleaming stars but even then I feel like that’s inconsistent

The Phoenix in the Distant Sky (tsk3)

Relevance to the story: metaphorically and literally relevant 6/5 bonus point

Coolness: sick as hell 5/5

Abbreviation: Phoenix is what I see people call it which is fine by me I like that 5/5

The Song of a Canary in Crisis (nene4)

Relevance to the story: ya 5/5

Coolness: you fucked it up ensekai you fucked it up bad where’s my quagmire where is it 0/5

Abbreviation: I like that we call it canary 5/5

Our Happy Ending (emu4)

Relevance to the story: epic 6/5

Coolness: epic 6/5

Abbreviation: ohe epic 6/5

Star of Your Own Story (tsk4)

Relevance to the story: yea I suppose so 5/5

Coolness: ugh. I guess. 2/5 points docked because it’s boring if they’d thrown the word protagonist in there it would have been better

Abbreviation: fucking awful for jp name and en name. swyats/soyos?? Horrid. Even worse is that there’s no defining word to shorten it with so we’re all stuck calling it tsukasa4. -10000/5.

Quick edit: people also call it play the shadow (which I have done) which is the gacha title which imo further shows how awful this name is minus another million points

Backlight, Lens Flare (rui4)

Relevance to the story: I guess man I guess. Kinda nothing burger though it sounds more like a photography centered event 4/5

Coolness: setting aside the unnecessary comma i think this name is actually too cool for the event it is 5/5

Abbreviation: blf is good 5/5

Perspective for Smile (emu5)

Relevance to the story: I don’t really get it. 3/5

Coolness: it’s fine 4/5

Abbreviation: pfs that’s fine 5/5

Catch the Criminal?! The Tales of Detective Tenma (tsk5)

Relevance to the story: event is literally exactly what it says on the tin 5/5

Coolness: that is so fucking unwieldy and I have to look it up every time I wanna say the full name 0/5

Abbreviation: do we call it catch the criminal? Detective tenma? I’ve even seen people call it catch the thief which imo just points to the title being awful 0/5

The Power of Regret (nene5)

Relevance to the story: maybe a little. It doesn’t really feel super relevant though 3/5

Coolness: too cool for the event it is even though I like this event it just feels like that title belongs to something bigger 5/5

Abbreviation: por is fine but power of regret is also short enough to be typed by lazy people (me) 5/5