#ALSO THE WHOLE 'ONLY AND FOREVER BABY DOLLS' THING IN THE FIRST TRAILER

[marzipanandminutiae]

Barbie scholars, designers, and collectors, for decades: "yeah, Ken is just an accessory. the symbolism there is really interesting!"

everyone else: [crickets]

a celebrity who just started caring about Barbie approx. five seconds ago: "what if Ken...is just an accessory?"

everyone else: "OH MY GOD GENIUS"

HER BRAIN

[carmensbroom]

I've once again had 6 hours to process everything I saw in season 4 so I'm just gonna say my thoughts on it (hold onto your fedoras again folks)

first off, WE FOUND OUT GRAY'S LAST NAME?? I was so shocked and happy at the same time I love how everyone asked for player's real name and we ended up with gray's surname for some reason shsjsj. NOBODY ASKED FOR THAT BUT THEY DELIVERED ANYWAY

ALSO GRAHAM IS AN ORPHAN?? my precious boy *throws mommy's boy headcanon out the window*

the second episode really had me shipping carmivy they're so cute we got a girl's trip and I'm all for it

I think I may now be a dash haber stan but let's not make a big thing of it

also ivy eating the chocolate in the middle of a mission deserves an honorable mention because of her cute little tongue (I'm weird okay djsjsjs)

zack trying to bond with shadowsan and him having none of it was delightful

that fucking robot god damn bellum really thought of everything didn't she every time I thought it was gone it made a come back I literally said out loud "carmen is so fucked"

I SWEAR TO GOD EVERY TIME GRAY TALKED ABOUT CARMEN I KEPT THINKING HE WAS GONNA SAY "BECAUSE I LOVE HER" IN WHICH CASE I WOULD HAVE DIED AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY

yall have no idea how relieved I was when I found out that photo of julia was her and her (presumably) mother and NOT a boyfriend sjsjsjs

catch me making a headcanon that julia has a single mom because her father disowned her for coming out as gay based on that picture alone 😭

I'M SORRY BUT THE AMOUNT OF FLIRTING BETWEEN CARMEN AND JULES?? PLEASE THEY'RE SECRET GIRLFRIENDS JUST ADMIT YOU CENSORED THEM AND GO

OKAY BUT WHEN THEY WERE IN JULIA'S OFFICE AND CARMEN SAID "WAY TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART JULES" AND SHE WAS LIKE "YOU REMEMBERED" I LOST IT WHAT DID CARMEN REMEMBER JULES?? DID THEY HAVE A CONVERSATION OFF SCREEN? MAYBE I'M JUST A BIG HUGE LESBIAN BUT THAT'S A BIT GAY LADIES

carmen getting all worried when julia wasn't answering her phone was the blessed gay content I signed up for PLEASE THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH

never thought I'd say this but I loved devineaux this season he was funny, he improved his treatment towards julia (I don't recall him officially apologising I must have missed something djsjsjs)

the only thing I didn't like was it kinda seemed like they were trying to hint that chase and jules were into each other and I didn't really vibe with that

all that shit with dr bellum and the crown for cleo really had me thinking cleobellum was gonna be canon what a clown I am (seriously tho the way she lost it when the crown got stolen GIVE IT BACK IT BELONGS TO HER WIFE)

look all I'm saying is: tigress new outfit in the egypt episode was hot

HER FACE AT THE END AFTER SHE GOT TRAPPED WITH ALL THOSE BUGS

I wish julia and gray could have met there's so much friendship potential there 😭

is player... is he a bit 💅 I SEE THAT PRIDE STICKER ON YOUR LAPTOP YOUNG MAN YOU'RE NOT SUBTLE

ngl I nearly teared up when player finally met carmen in person

I'M SORRY BUT JULIA'S BLUSH IN EPISODE 7 PLEASE SHE'S SO SMITTEN WITH CARMEN IT'S BRILLIANT

EVIL CARMEN WAS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE I WAS SO SCARED SHE'D BE STUCK LIKE THAT FOREVER

I mentioned this in another post but when julia was like "don't you remember me? I'm your girlfriend friend, jules" I NEARLY FUCKING CRIED THEY WERE GETTING KINDA CLOSE AND THEN CARMEN GOT MIND WIPED

JULIA TOPS JULIA TOPS I SAID IT ALL ALONG AND IT'S TRUE SHE REALLY PINNED VILE CARMEN THAT'S TOP BEHAVIOR (also this now makes carmen a bottom I don't make the rules)

kinda shocked that paper star was hardly here I don't stan her so it didn't bother me much but still it was just strange they didn't use her this season

when shadowsan whipped out the last doll and carmen had all those flashbacks to when she was at vile I nearly started crying AGAIN

I LEGIT THOUGHT CARMEN HAD KILLED GRAY DJSJSJS AN ELECTRICIAN GETTING ELECTROCUTED THAT'S SOME IRONY RIGHT THERE

gray really confused me towards the end he kept switching sides every five minutes for the whole season I wasn't sure whether to trust him half the time dhshsjs

THE LOOK ON CARMEN'S FACE WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE'D KILLED GRAY WAS SO HEARTBREAKING AND THEN SHE STARTED CRYING OH MY GOD I'M SORRY BABY

the way she's always been against hurting people/taking lives and then she ended up hurting all the people she loves (she nearly killed zack for god sake) really hit me hard

gray's ending was... kinda weird I understood the parallel of him not wanting to complicate carmen's life like she said about him in season 2 but it was still kinda strange that they didn't have one more conversation or get any closure

I'm obviously kinda upset that carulia wasn't canon they had so much potential imo and the show isn't about romance anyway BUT I'm happy with the content we got and THEY FLIRTED SO MUCH THEY'RE CANON IN MY HEART

THE TEAM RED GROUP HUG KILLED ME IT WAS SO CUTE

kinda annoyed that carmen just straight up left zack and ivy she really just left a note and said YEET

ivy's voice crack when she read the note got me all choked up

ngl I'm still not entirely sure how it ended I had to rewatch it a few times to understand what they were trying to imply sjsjsj

would have loved to know carmen's given name but at the same time she's literally THE carmen sandiego that's who she is, it would be silly to go by a name that she doesn't connect with just because her parents gave her it

her mom being a regular citizen was kinda bittersweet I mean a plot twist would have been good but at the same time it would make the story even more complicated

*dreams of a spinoff movie where we get better closure on everything*

ACME IVY ACME IVY I'M NOT AN IVY STAN BUT DAMN IF I AIN'T SIMPING FOR ACME IVY

I know carmen didn't want revenge but I feel like chief got let off with killing her father way too quickly if I'm honest sjsjsj

JULIA BEING IN CHARGE OF FINDING CARMEN'S MOM OH MY GOSH

I feel so bad for laughing when julia got knocked out the way the cloth fell on her head sent me but when the pole hit her head I was like "OKAY I TAKE IT BACK THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE"

was not expecting julia to physically fight anyone I mean she's always been so calm and collected and then this season she was like fuck it might as well hit a few people before we finish forever

wishing carmen and jules could have hugged or had a scene together where they talked about stockholm but I won't complain it wouldn't have really made sense anyway considering they were cool with each other at the university

so glad the trailer was misleading about the coach brunt situation I really didn't want her to get a last minute redemption

another honorable mention: cleo snapping at julia "DON'T YOU DARE IMPLY THAT I AM COMMON" sent me djdjs she was just stood there like "I am but a humble history lesbian leave me be"

I think that's everything I'll probably add to it later if I think of anything or I might make a part 2 djsjsjs (I've been writing this for almost an hour now 😭)

overall I enjoyed it from start to finish. I haven't really cried about it ending yet I'm still processing everything but I'll probably have a little sob when it finally hits me djsjsjs

CARULIA NATION WE BASICALLY WON NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I REWATCH ALL THEIR SCENES TOGETHER AND MAKE IT MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY

[imaginesandideas]

Hii so I saw you were taking requests so I thought of requesting something it crossed my mind the other day, can you please do a Ben x Reader where the Reader is also a actress/singer and they date but Ben was away because of work so they haven't seen each other in like 2 months, so when the reader starts to get very close to her best friend/co-star he starts to get insecure because of what gwil or joe once told him about "The ones who doesn't make themself present aren't needed" ? Thank you!

I’m so so so so so sorry for coming with this only now, but I hope it’s worth the wait! ❣️🙌

I changed the request a bit, but the main idea remains.

Missing you

you two meet during some audition

it went bad, oh so bad

you were still relatively new to this business, so your stress wasn’t helpful either

you were paired for a improvised scene and the thought itself had you biting your bottom lip in attempt to calm your nerves

the man was breathtaking to look at, not to mention that he seemed just as stressed as you

that is, until he looked at you

his attitude mellowed and soon you two chatted loosely, forgetting about your audition completely

by the time you were supposed to start your line, you were totally messed up by Ben’s 3rd or 4th petty joke

“Hey, hey. You know how can you tell when a plane is full of actors?”

you try to stifle another wave of giggles as your mind already imagines the answer

“Uhm, no?”

“When the engine stops but the whining continues.”

Ben can’t help but laugh as you snort, hiding behind the script in your hands

it’s at that moment that he knows that no matter how much you two are about to ruin this audition, he has to get your number

and then ask on a date

and several other dates

and then ask you to move in with him after few more months as you lay tangled in duvets one day

many auditions later, you’ve gotten used to having to race constantly between sets

many times you ended up going straight from the airport to Ben’s set, just to see him before you’d have to return for additional shots

he’d do the same thing for you

if one of you doesn’t not have any upcoming projects, you’d join the other on set

you two would spend every spare moment talking plans, practicing lines, cuddling, making out

making up for all of the lost time

sometimes you’d join Ben on occasional hangouts with his co-stars, some of them quickly becoming your friends too

when you met Joe you two clicked momentarily

it was easy since you shared similar sense of humour

Ben loves watching your interactions and reading the inside jokes you’d exchange every minute

after all you and Joe are his favourite people on the whole world

“Alright, maybe I’ll just leave you guys since I’m clearly not needed here?”

“Oh Benny. Jealous cause I get along with your girl better than you do?”

“Yeah but guess who’s taking her home smartass.”

“I can be very convincing, right _____?”

“Oh I don’t know Ben, America seems nice...“

“That’s it, we’re going home!”

over time it became harder for you to see each other for longer than just a few weeks

there were times where you’d barely exchange few hurried kisses before you had to be off to some party, despite just coming back from long weeks of shooting

he wasn’t mad, not a bit

all of all the people you knew, both your family and friends, he’s the only one who actually understands the scenario your life revolves around

it’s only on lazy days, when he’s not making a film, or when he’s finally alone in his trailer when it dawns to him how much he misses you

he misses how your eyes lit up when you’re telling him about your day

or how you laugh when he’s telling you about his own

so when one time he’s back home from filming much sooner than you, he’s missing you more than ever

daily calling and FaceTiming don’t help much, because you haven’t been around each other for two months now

“Baby I miss you so fucking much.”

“Ben, baby... You know I’d be there in a heartbeat if I could.” you can hear him exhale on the other end. Rubbing his thigh, he continues.

“Y’know... I could always fly myself up there.”

“Honey...”

“I’d be useful! I could rub your shoulders? I bet you’re bloody tense after all those reshoots.” you sigh into the phone, because he has a point, again “And then, I could edge you off some more...”

“Christ, Ben! Don’t get me all flustered when I need to be back in front of the camera in 3 minutes.” you hear him chuckle and smile creeps on your own face too.

“Love you.”

“And I love you too blondie.”

over weeks you stopped calling as often, only texted him from time to time

but he knows it’s not your wish but the circumstances obligating you to set your work first

luckily Joe had a visit planned out, so you know Ben is in good hands

you realise how good ones, after you check your notifications the next day, and find loads of sweet declarations of love

but like, in every app you two have accounts on

and they’re all full of misspellings, but your heart immediately melts

you also get some videos

but it’s mainly Joe recording as Ben is doing a semi-coherent monologue about how much he misses you, or generally Joe and Ben singing some serenades

most likely Love Of My Life or Somebody To Love

you’re having fun with your co-stars too, often ending the day with a drink or two at a nearby bar

you realize something’s off because Ben’s messages are more distant

even when you talk on FaceTime he seems more tense

you’re just hoping it’ll change once you’re back home in his arms

but when you see him, he seems upset by something you can’t quite put into words

of course he’s all smiles when he holds you at the airport, covering your entire face with loving kisses and holding you so tight against him as if you could disappear any second

he says it’s the stress, but deep down you know it’s more complicated than that

you don’t continue the conversation and wrap the day up with Italian takeaway on the couch as you show him pictures from the set and sightseeings

mouth filled with pasta, you explain every photo, especially if there’s a fun story behind it

but he’s not remarkably invested in the slideshow

his eyes almost always dart to you and how corners of your lips ride up at the hilarity of clips

it’s the next morning that he finally lets it all out

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking pathetic.”

He nearly breathes it and it takes your sleepy head a moment to catch what he meant. You frown and turn around to face him. The warmth of your bodies tangled in sheets makes it incredibly hard to start such conversations so early.

“What do you mean Ben? I never said-“

“_____ I know, it’s just... you’re out there, having fun, making friends. And I’m not there. And I feel left out, which is fucking silly because you could say the same thing when I’m gone but-“

You place a finger on his plump, trembling lips.

“Are you seriously jealous?”

He lets out a sigh, eyes locked with yours, though he’s desperately trying to avoid you seeing through him. But it’s too late and you’re already placing a hand on his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone. “Ben I love you. Why would you feel like there’s a reason for you to be jealous?”

His gaze lingers lower, to your neck and he’s trying to own up to the thoughts he’s been having. His fingers are gentle, unsure even, as if the bond you’ve built has suddenly became fragile like glass.

„I saw the pictures with that guy you’ve posted while Joe was still here, and I thought that you don’t need me. Cause I’m always away, and when I’m not there’s always something else going on anyway, and ugh... ‘The ones who doesn't make themself present aren't needed’ and all that shit.”

“Who told you that?” he’s rubbing his neck now, a nervous habit of his.

“Uhm, J-Joe?”

“Oh come on! He’s such a dumbass for making you think like this! Oh my god, I’m gonna call him right now!”

At an instant you’re pulling off the sheets to reach for the phone on your nightstand, but he’s quick to catch you by your waist to draw you closer to him.

“Oh fuck Joe, it’s not about him. I just...” he sighs again.

“He’s making you think that I’d dump you for people I barely met.” You look into his baby-blues again, sure to drown in their depth any second. He’s clearly apologetic but you can still see the glimpse of insecurity in his gaze. You place a gentle kiss on his lips. “That’s just fucking stupid. I love you like crazy Ben, and there’s no other person I’d rather spend my time with.”

You let your fingers trace over his exposed collarbone and up to his jaw. “Sometimes I hang out with others of course, but that won’t change anything between us. Cause we’re stuck together. I want to be stuck with you till my bones grow old.” you exclaim sweetly enough to make his whole expression soften. You leave a trail of kisses on his cheeks, jawline, one on the nose and forehead.

“Marry me.” you abruptly stop.

“W-what?”

“Marry me _____. Not now, not tomorrow, but let me love you forever” a kiss “and ever” another one “and ever.” You breathe out and return the kiss, only intensifying it, almost losing yourself in his warmth.

You pull away, vision a but blurry and lips pink and swollen. His entire face is glowing, redness taking over his features. You can feel how his heart sped up, just in time with yours.

“Only if I can return the favour.” you cuddle into his side and he wraps you in his arms and kisses the top of your head.

“Any day doll, any day.”

“But I’m gonna kick Joe’s american ass anyway!”

“No doubt about that.”

~~~~~

Ooof, that went further than I planned , but I regret nothing

Comments, ideas and words of notice are always appreciated 💜

[luxmagnafest]

INTERVIEW: "Reflectif" Artists Reflect on Black Representation from their Upbringing

In one week, Lux Magna will have the pleasure of opening a month long art exhibit at Casa del Popolo, curated by local visual artists Kai Samuels and Joyce Joseph (a.k.a. JUICE); Reflectif is an exposition of art spanning various mediums, by 6 young Black artists coming from across the country.

Team member Mags (who is also a visual artist) spoke with Nafleri, Tyrin Kelly, Joseph Moore, Hasina Kamanzi (OTT), BlazenBlack (OTT) and Simone Heath (TO), about their respective experiences growing up with (or without) Black folk represented in the media and art that they consumed.

When was the first time you remember seeing Black folk represented in media or the arts?

Hasina: The first time I remember seeing Black people highlighted in media was when I went back to Burundi for the first time in 2014. I saw an oil painting exposition that was illustrating what life was like in Burundi pre-colonisation. I didn't realize at the time how influential it would be for me so, unfortunately, I can't recall what was the name of the artist or the name of the exposition.

Nafleri: Having grown up in Haiti, I was surrounded by Black people, so Carnival season was Black people and their joy put on a show. I knew whiteness existed but it was in light-skin Black [people] or missionaries; I wasn't fully aware how much opportunities catered to it. BUT, after arriving in Canada and being taught to be Black, around my second year, I remember TVA played films every Saturday, and during the week they would play the trailer for said movies; I remember once they played Fat Albert and all through out the week I was hype ‘cause it was movies with characters I felt I could relate to. I ended up being disappointed but, I still remember that child's hype. But in Haiti, I remember music, cinema, literature, paintings, sculptures, I wasn’t fully aware of it but I was lucky enough to experience Blackness in art.

Joseph: The first time that I remember seeing Black people represented within the media was The Proud Family. The show had a significant impact on my childhood, as it allowed for me to see various Black characters in a normalized and lighthearted setting on a regular basis.

BlazenBlack: Had to be the detective [Bulletproof] in the cartoon COPS, followed by X-Men’s Storm.

Simone: The earliest Black character I could remember is Susie Carmichael from Rugrats. Pinpointing a first time is hard to say for sure. I grew up in the late 90’s-early 2000’s with a lot of Black shows, a few having more Black-centric protagonists. I can remember watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Family Matters and The Cosby Show with my family.

Tyrin: I’m not sure… growing up I became really obsessed with the early jazz scene in America. It was drummers like Philly Joe Jones and Art Blakey that really inspired me to learn an instrument. K-OS is one of the first modern Black musicians that showed me you can make hip-hop and be a rock-star. I fell in love with Atlantis Hymns for Disco and really idolized that whole “B-Boy who makes indie music” persona. In terms of visual art I wasn’t really aware of Black artists that stuck to my memory until high school art class I think. I was really invested in the poetry scene in Ottawa during that time and Saul Williams is another Black artist that really influenced me.

2. Who was your favorite fictional Black character growing up?

Nafleri: Can I answer Jesus? (laughs) I remember reading (I know nada of Christian theology) that Jesus never wrote anything, his partners did, so in the writing of others, I'd see the fiction of Jesus, not that it's a bad thing, fictional characters can be inspirational but… uncles, aunties and ‘em might roast for that one. (laughs). Jokes aside though, growing up I remember Bouki and Malice, which were folk stories of Haiti and in the literary work of Odette Roy Fombrun. I was able to see Black characters that weren't asked to be super, they existed in the complexities of their life. Looking back, I'm grateful to have experienced that.

BlazenBlack: My favorite fictional Black character must have been Piccolo [DragonBall Z] if he counts. If not, War Machine [Iron Man franchise].

Hasina: Growing up, my favorite Black fictional character was Pamela (from the Tea Sisters book series) [Thea Stilton series in North America]. Technically, she's a mouse but she was also very anthropomorphic & born in Tanzania (like me!) so baby Hasina read her as Black.

Joseph: This is a hard question to answer as I can think of many favourites, but if I had to choose, it would be between Alyx Vance from the Half Life video game series or Michonne from The Walking Dead.

Tyrin: My favourite fictional Black character growing up was Radio Raheem from Do The Right Thing. Also Q from Juice. Foxy Brown was also so badass. Those three will forever be cool.

Simone: Probably Raven Baxter from That’s So Raven for a bit. I liked a lot of the outfits she would wear. She was multi-talented and funny.

3. What is your opinion on the current state of Black representation in Canadian media?

BlazenBlack: I don’t watch much Canadian TV, so I can’t speak on shows or movies, but in terms of animations, I can’t even name one off the top of my head. I'm hoping to change that.

Joseph: While I admit that I haven't been consuming as much Canadian media as I would like to as of late, I have found it harder to name many prominent or relatable Black characters within Canadian media off of the top of my head as opposed to American characters. While I appreciate Canada's willingness to represent many different cultures and viewpoints, it would be interesting to see something centered around the regular lives of Black people living in Canada on a larger platform.

Simone: Black representation in Canadian media could be a lot better. It feels as though it isn’t really there or pushed into the background as apart of Canadian diversity. Most of the Black media I consume is from the States. I don’t watch a lot of Canadian television, but from what I’ve seen I don’t recall any Black protagonists, usually side characters with little to no background. I feel like Black Canadian artists/athletes aren’t recognized until they have made something of themselves outside of the country. I’m grateful for people that reach out and organize events like this to have ourselves shown. I also have a lot to learn myself when it comes to being more active in these conversations and connecting with other Black Canadians.

Nafleri: I feel like I can't speak of Canadian media, though this stretch ocean to ocean I've only visited— I can't even say Toronto— Niagara Falls… once on a family trip. Quebec media however, having consumed a lot, hoping to fit in, I know for a fact, there is a big lack of representation. Though I stopped consuming QC media, late high school, my best friend studying in a theater institutions is closer to Quebec's media and we often discuss the lack of representation in his future field of work.

Tyrin: Um, I’m not sure it’s so black and white… if you’re looking at “credible” sources of media, yeah definitely a little convoluted. But in terms of independent media— media environments run by artists  for artists— then I think it’s thriving and it’s all so cool! Like, looking at people I follow on social media or friends and peers that are making cool shit the list is giant. Definitely media representation is positive and important to an extent, and I think in  Canadian media the effort is made, but that’s not what matters. What matters is honesty and published honesty is recognized in every format. I mean, shouts out to: Tau Lewis, Marvin Luvualu António, Moneyphone, Schwey, Elle Barbara, Tati au Miel, Neo Edo, Cole Craib, James Goddard, and all other Black artists who are doing their thing.

Hasina: There is a lot of work to be done but I'm hopeful because I see a lot of creatives doing great things both in Ottawa/Gatineau (where I live) and in Montreal.

Closing thoughts from co-curator JUICE

It's really cool how living Black is very different to other people. I always had this ideology that, because I was navigating spaces where there were a few Black children (or I was the only Black child) while growing up, meeting Black folks outside my environment meant that I could relate to them, just because they were Black. I wouldn't realize that our experiences could be different. Seeing how representation is so different but so important to each individual life, reminds me that, what ever they're doing creatively, you can do too, and you're not alone on the journey.

The first time I remember seeing Black folks was when my mother gave me a Spice Girl doll. Mel B (Melanie Brown) was the first Black doll I ever had and she had an Afro. She was the one doll I spent so much time on; I loved her so much. When I found out she was an actual person, I was shocked, and was interested in what she does, but I didn't have access to seeing what she did creatively (except on those celebrity TV talk shows when my mother would take me out to hair salons) . Later on growing up, I was into 1990's-2000's TV shows. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, My Wife and Kids, and Sister, Sister to name a few. Cartoons and anime were some other things I would watch when I would spend time with my siblings. Codename: Kids Next Door, Teen Titans and Bleach were a few of the earliest shows I would see Black characters. I would be extremely happy whenever they appeared on my screen. This only lasted during the years I moved and lived in Philadelphia. I moved back to Canada in 2008 and my spaces drastically changed. TV wasn't really the same after that.

The shows that depicted the Black characters I loved and enjoyed, weren't available in the country. Sometimes if they were, they would be 3-4 episodes behind from the American releases. At this point, I relied on the internet, or my brother’s video collections to air the shows I missed so much. Black representation was never really viewed as much as I was exposed to in the States. It became non-existent to me. The only time I would see a Black person in media or TV, is when a creative artist becomes popular, and outlets find out they're from Montreal. It was difficult to find representation growing up in this city, I always felt like we were side characters in our own adventures. People don't realize it but it does have an affect on people. It's nice to know that organizations are creating platforms for BIPOC representation, because we exist and we are not alone.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Child of Ragnarok; Loki x baby reader

Hey guys well here is another Loki fanfic for all of you out there. This one came as a Wattpad request yet again but after watching the Thor: Ragnarok trailer over 100 times I couldn’t help myself but based the request off of that plus one of my favorite movies “Kubo and the two strings” which I highly recommend watching if you haven’t already. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this request and all the fluffiness I have in store for upcoming fanfics in the next while :) Be weary of swear words.

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@evyiione

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A child was born with the ultimate magic. Raised right and she would be bring about life and eternal light forever, but raised in the wrong hands and the child’s heart would become as black as night and bring about nothing but fear, despair and death to all that she knew.

The father, Loki knew of his daughter’s magic the moment she was born, he could feel it surging through her but that did not sway him nor treat her like a fragile china doll like Odin did for him. He loved his daughter with all his heart if not even more so.  Her mother died giving birth to such a powerful child and though he grieved for the loss of his wife, he saved himself and vowed that he would do whatever it took to raise his daughter right and keep her on the light.

But it was all too soon when Thor saw right through his façade as Odin and both he and Thor had to search for the real Odin because Thor had an inkling that something bad would soon fall upon Asgard. It was then he knew of a wizard, a sorcerer who could help track the All-father down but he also needed Loki with him because he alone knew of Odin’s condition.

In his room where a whole section was built like a nursery, Loki held his baby girl in his arms singing an ancient Asgardian lullaby Frigga once sang to him when he was a babe.  As he felt her doze off, he then saw Thor standing by the door and whispered as quietly as he could.

“It’s time Loki”. Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor but softened when he looked down at his sleeping angel.  He kissed her head and whispered.

“I love you as the stars shine in the sky” he then gently set her down in her crib as Lady Sif and the Warriors three came to defend the sleeping princess while the two Princes went to retrieve the All-father and restore peace to Asgard.

“We’ll keep an eye on the Princess my Prince, no harm shall come to her” stated Fandral.

“Thank you my friends” said Thor.  The four of them placed their right arm over their chests in a bow then before Loki left, he stopped and said.

“If I do find out that someone or something has laid even one hair on her head, you will all be stripped of your titles and banished into the most horrifying realm that not even Jotunheim can compare too”. 

When the Asgardian gods came to Midgard and sought help from the sorcerer known as Stephen Strange, they all walked the streets of New York hoping to find Odin, but neither of them were aware of who would find them first.

Eventually they did find him but he was almost unrecognizable plus his memory had been erased of who he was or who Thor and Loki were, Stephen offered the mortal All-father a place to rest in the NY Sanctum but before Thor and Loki joined them, Loki felt something.  He felt a dark power nearby.

“What is it Loki?”

“I feel like we are not alone Odinson, I feel a dark power nearby”.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know”. The two of them soon turned at an alleyway and suddenly they heard the sound of a portal opening behind them. They turned and saw someone coming out from it.  A woman wearing black with hints of green armor, she had long black hair and around her eyes they looked shadowed with death.

“Asgardians. You will soon fall” she said in a haunting voice.  Thor without warning threw his hammer towards her but what struck fear into both their hearts was that this woman actually stopped Mjolnir right in its path.  

She smirked wickedly at Thor’s horrified face then actually crushed his hammer into pieces sending a large amount of lightning everywhere knocking down the two Gods and destroying everything else in its path.

“The end has come, for the child I seek has been born”. And just like that the woman disappeared leaving behind two shocked Asgardians.

Loki’s eyes were horror stricken as he thought back on the woman’s words and knew exactly what she was talking about. Using his magic, he opened a portal to Asgard and Thor exclaimed out.

“Loki! Where are you going!?”

“Don’t you see? She’s after my daughter! She’s found out about her magic! I won’t abandon her for a bastard who never even cared for me! You can do what you want with the All-father but (y/n) needs me!” He then ran into his portal which then disappeared.

When Loki arrived in Asgard, he saw most of the Asgardian army, the best known fighters all lying dead around the palace, he quickly ran towards his room and saw Lady Sif and the warriors three all lying down wounded badly.  Sif groaned and looked up to see Loki standing before her.

“Where did she go!?” sneered Loki.

“She came out of nowhere, ahh—I’m so sorry Loki, we tried. But she’s far stronger than any of us”.

“Not my rage”.  Loki then raced back outside when suddenly he was tangled up in chains and brought down to his knees as a haunting chuckle was heard from above.

“Look at this, I come fishing for a babe and all I reel in as a Frost Giant runt”. Loki glared hatefully at the woman seeing her holding his daughter in her arms as she continued to mock him “how pathetic that this Puny God is what bared such a powerful child”.

“This Puny god will TEAR YOU APART!!!” Loki ripped the chain off him and leaped at the woman with his daggers in hand.  The woman then side-kicked Loki in his ribs sending him skidding across the floor.

“Any man who’s willing to attack a woman with a child in her arms must be such a brute. What do you say little one?” The woman said to (y/n) who only stared back with confusion and tears forming in her eyes.  Painfully Loki sat back up and snarled out.

“Who are you?”

“How quickly they forget, after all it was Asgardians who imprisoned me but it has been a few millennia’s and no one likes to remember a figure of Hel. My name Frost giant is Hela, and with your child I shall bring bout the end of your world for what they have done to me. Asgard is dead”. With that last remark she disappeared as Loki cried out his daughter’s name and just lay there in shock of how he failed to protect his little girl.

Back on Earth, Doctor Strange had just returned cleaning up the mess from the alleyway that Hela destroyed and continuing some research on this woman when a knock was heard at the front door.

When he opened it, Loki stood there but he was surprised to see that the God of Mischief that had once brought an entire alien army to Earth a few years back was now standing before him a broken God, a father who had just lost his child.

“I need your help Doctor” he said.

In the library, Stephen picked up his book and said.

“So you said this woman’s name is Hela and she wishes to bring bout the end of the Gods”.

“She means to start Ragnarok, and my daughter’s magic could help her make it a reality, but first she has to convert her in her realm of Helheim”.

“You do realize killing her won’t be easy because according to you she’s already pissed off that you’re people imprisoned her for over 3000 years”.

“But I did come across something in your vault that could put a stop to her, the Blade of Valor, an Elven weapon made by the Light elves of Álfheimr. It’s said to be so strong, it’s blade is completely unbreakable and with its power it can kill anything even a god”.

“So that’s what that thing is, I always wondered why a random sword was chosen to be a relic. I mean swords can do a lot on their own I just never heard of a one being a relic”.

“Can I have the sword or not!?” Loki demanded.

“Only problem there Loki, the relics choose their wielder, and they will choose you when they know you’re ready. Wong once told me that the last time a person chose a relic early, their powers were drained so badly that they were nothing but dust in the end. I was fortunate that my relic didn’t do that to me, but it does sometimes have anger issues at times”. The collar of his cape slapped Stephen’s cheek making him cry out. “It’s true!” He then turned back to Loki and said, “You sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m not doing it for Asgard, I’m doing it for my daughter”. The two sorcerers then went to the relic vault and there in one of the glass containers stood a mighty sword.  A nice curved blade with a long decorative elvish vine design from the fuller to the rain guard, the grips’ color was brown with golden engravings on it and actually written on the blade itself was in the language of the Light elves that read.

‘Let evil die and the Light endure, for the Blade of Valor shall not deter’.  Loki turned to Strange and Strange opened the case and nodded for Loki to take it. Loki reached out for it and grabbed the grip and took it out of the case.

The words began to glow green like Loki’s magic and he could feel the sword trying to accept him then the light died down and Loki felt the one thing he never had with Mjolnir.

He was worthy.

“Allow me to help you”.

“This doesn’t concern you, you’ll only get yourself killed”.

“Try me Beyoncé”. Loki looked at Strange confused then he continued, “Besides you let this Hela come to my world and I won’t take that lying down so I’m helping whether you like it or not”.

“Fine, but you are to do everything I say, no questions asked, understood?” said Loki as he now had the sword tied to his back.

“I’m not really a follower but I will help your daughter”.

“Then let’s go, Doctor Strange”.  It was then the two men disappeared in green light and were now standing in Helheim.

“So I guess the saying Hell freezes over is true then” stated Strange as Helheim was a frost covered realm instead of the typical fiery pit that movies and TV always make it seem.

“Her palace is ahead, but it won’t be easy to get in without being seen”.

“Leave that to me, I know you just want your daughter so leave the zombies to me, you just find your daughter”.

“Are you sure you’re up for this Strange?”

“Totally, it’s gonna be fun, plus I can brag to Wong how I’m living out Walking Dead and he is not”.  The two of them treaded on through the harsh winter winds until they stood before Hela’s palace.  “So you know where your daughter’s being kept at exactly?”

“She was born with a powerful aura, I’ll be able to track that. I just hope I get to her in time before I lose my baby forever”.

“I’ll buy you as much time as I can, so you better put your magic to good use Trickster”.  Stephen then flew down towards the palace and using his sorcery he caused an explosion of magic to draw out the guards so that they would move away from their posts giving Loki the chance to get inside.

When Loki saw the guards all following Strange, he faded in green light and soon teleported himself from the ridge to the main floor of the palace.  He could hear the sounds of a baby crying and muttered his daughter’s name and took off running towards it.

He turned down a corridor and opened up the main door and there at the center of the room his baby girl still wrapped in her blanket was placed on a transmutation circle that would drain her light magic and turn it into dark magic and with that power, Hela would claim it for herself and bring bout the end of the Gods.

“(Y/n)”. He ran towards his daughter only to be once again wrapped up in chains.  He then saw that his daughter was nothing but an illusion as she vanished into thin air and he was now being lifted into the air as Hela’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“I have crushed being that could fit all nine realms in the palm of their hand,” as Loki was brought right up to Hela (she now has the full badass headdress on) she placed her sword at his neck lifting his head up as she continued, “Fighting you will bring me no honor”.

It was then Loki spinned himself around and used both of his feet to kick Hela in the stomach freeing him from his bounds and landed skillfully on the ground and he snarled as he withdrew the Blade of Valor.

“Imagine how you’re going to feel when you lose!” He then charged at Hela and their two swords collided with each other as the two of them fought.

Using her second weapon The Reaper of Souls, (A/N: basically imagine a Kusarigama with a kama on one end and an iron claw-hand on the other) she shot the iron claw at Loki who managed to block it sending right back to Hela but she took back control of it and spun it around with her sword at her other hand.

“Seems to me you’ve already lost! Your child is now mine” Loki’s eyes widened in horror but then turned to pure hatred as he charged at Hela roaring at her.  As the two continued to battle it out, Hela continued to torment Loki. “You abandoned her when you left her on your quest to save the All-father. You’re no better than when your own Father Laufey abandoned you!” Loki used a wall as leverage as he flew in the air roaring angrily ready to strike down Hela but she suddenly disappeared.

Loki took the sword in hand cautiously looking around as he walked forward and sneered.

“Who’s the coward now you bitch!?” Unaware that she had blended into the shadows but he suddenly caught a sense of her magic and growled and managed to turn around and block Hela from striking her sword on him in the nick of time.

Loki glared at Hela with hateful eyes and she returned with bloodlust wanting to end this fight so that she could get what she wanted. Loki kicked her in the gut and Hela returned the favor with a flying roundhouse sending Loki into a pillar and cracking it in the process.  He slowly got up and took the sword again and charged at Hela.

Now using her reaper chain, she shot the Iron claw at Loki who blocked it with the Blade of Valor but he was shocked to see the claws actually grab the blade and take it out of his grasp sending it flying to the other side of the room.  Loki was defenseless.  Hela sent out the Kama end towards him but Loki vanished into green light.

Hela was baffled when suddenly a chain was wrapped around her throat, Loki had all this time given a clone of himself fighting Hela while he waited for the right moment to sneak attack her.  Using all his strength he swung the chain towards another pillar and Hela slammed face first into it before falling down to the ground.

Loki got on top of her and wound the chain further around her neck and pulled backwards hoping to choke her but one of the points of her headdress spurted out a blade point and slashed Loki across his eye forcing him to release Hela.  He held his eye on pain as Hela levitated into the air with her Reaper weapon out once more as she said.

“It never fails to amaze me how creatures like you fight so hard just to die another day”.

“We creatures have purposes that are worth fighting for”.  Loki released his hand from his eye revealing his new scar that with from the top of his eyebrow straight down to his sharp cheekbone.  He then took notice that just a few feet behind Hela was the Blade embedded into the ground.

“There is nothing in any realm worth anything!” She shot out the iron claw end towards Loki who leaped out of the way, went up the chain before flipping over Hela’s head and reached out his hand for the Blade but he was suddenly the iron claw of Hela’s weapon deeply gauged itself into Loki’s side.  

He cried out in pain as Hela gave her chain a yank pulling Loki further away from the sword until he fell to the ground in pain just barely a foot from the blade. He could feel its powerful magic beginning to drain his life. Weakly Loki crawled like a wounded dog towards the sword as best as he could as Hela stated.

“You have become a nuisance to me Loki of Jotunheim, had you not had your daughter you could’ve defeated me. But love has made you weak!”

“No!” Hela then pulled on the chain bring Loki up towards her but he wielded his sword proudly as he snarled “IT MADE ME STRONGER!!” And with a skillfully swipe with the Blade of Valor, Hela was defeated.

Loki now lay there wounded and his life draining from him.  It was then Strange came in with something in his arms.

“Loki!” He saw the God of Mischief laying there on the ground and ran towards him holding his cloak of Levitation tightly in his arms.  Loki weakly opened his eyes to see Stephen kneeling down beside him.  “What happened?”

“It is finished” he whispered.

“You mean you really—”

“Yes. She is dead, I finished her with the Blade of Valor, but it’s still too late, I’ve lost my daughter forever”.

“Ohhh I wouldn’t say that,” Stephen then revealed from his cloak Loki’s daughter happily babbling.  “I found her just before they were doing the ceremony, not a trace of dark magic is in her. In fact I found a way to expulse it from her forever, she’s safe and sound”.  Loki looked up in shock to see his baby girl alive and with no more trace of dark magic within her.

Suddenly he groaned as his wound was becoming too agonizing and Stephen finally took notice of it.

“Oh God you’re hurt, hold on I can fix—”

“You can’t do anything Strange, no one can”.

“What do you mean?”

“Her weapon, the Reaper of Souls, its magic is irreversible. As we speak my soul is being drained and soon I’ll be gone. There is no hope for me now. I may have been able to fool Thor of my death many times but for my daughter there is no trickery involved. I vowed to always protect her even if it meant dying so that she could live”.  His daughter sensing her father was in pain, reached out to him whimpering with tears in her eyes.  Loki smiled and reached out for her and brought her close and said to her. “My (y/n), my darling baby girl. Do not weep for me, you must be strong now, I want you to promise me that you’ll be strong and be brave in all that you do. Be a better person than your father was”.  (Y/n) babbled sadly as she touched his face with her hands making Loki smile a pained smile.

“Loki—”

“Stephen Strange, I am giving you the most precious thing I have to offer. Please watch over her, keep her safe, no matter what”. Stephen knew he couldn’t save Loki, he was still learning himself and couldn’t risk having his own child watch her own father die in front of her nodded at Loki and vowed.

“I promise Master Loki” calling him that Loki knew that he had been accepted as a brother to Stephen in the ways of sorcery and magic. Loki took in one last breath of life before finally slipping into darkness.

(Y/n) reached out for her father and touched her father’s wound with her hand before she was picked up by Stephen and tears fell down her face as she cried.  He held little (y/n) close to him and turned away trying to hold back his tears when suddenly something happened.

A Light shined through the room and there stood a woman with long blond hair and gentle blue eyes.  She wore a royal blue Asgardian dress with golden armor around her. She walked towards Loki and knelt down beside him and touched his wound and it began to glow.

Once the Light dimmed down, his wound was healed and light came back to his skin as he suddenly gasped in air and panted heavily startling Stephen as he saw the God of Mischief waking up.

“Loki? You alright?”

“I—I saw,” he then turned around and saw the woman smiling down at him.  His eyes widened and he muttered, “Mother”.

She nodded as she smiled lovingly and touched her son’s cheek gingerly.

“But—how is this possible?” Frigga then looked to her granddaughter and Stephen said.

“No it—it can’t be, that’s impossible”.

“But it is, she called my mother’s spirit from Valhalla to heal me, didn’t you?” (Y/n) reached out for her father laughing and gurgling happily.  Loki smiled then Stephen handed Loki back his daughter and he held her tightly as he said, “you saved me baby girl, thank you” Loki kissed his daughter multiple times before turning to his mother’s spirit and just couldn’t find the words to say.

Before he could speak, she placed her hand over his lips and looked at him with a face that said she forgave him.  She then leaned forward and kissed the top portion of where his new scar was then smiled down at her granddaughter and kissed her as well before disappearing and her spirit headed back to Valhalla.

A tear ran down Loki’s face as he finally got to see his mother forgive him after everything he had done and said to her. He smiled down at his daughter and said.

“You truly are a gift from Valhalla my little one”.