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speakyskelly-1999 · 5 months ago

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keanu

eveyones favorite guy

look at him

he vibing

so my friends and i decided to watch all of (some of lets be real) keanu's filmogoraphy

and it's been a blast

basically one of my friends just really wanted to watchh all 4 matix's and i said i would if we went through all his films

i'm normal okay

i just really wanted an excuse to watch speed, my favorite keanu film

(okay the fact that i like know the timestamp that gif is taking from shows i'm very normal)

so any way

...

errr

fuck

we've watched about half of them now

and like i could wait till we've finished all of them to talk about them#

but i won't

cos i won't remember all of them

so without further ado

keanu movies we've watched so far

(formatted like godzilla maybe)

(but not in watch order cos i don't rmember)

(fuck you)

(also i bet i can get a gif for each movie)

bill and ted's exellent adventures:

8/10 very funny, thought they'd have a third act break up but they didn't which was baised. will rewatch again. absolute classic. the nothing behind the eyes with ted was chef's kiss

point break:

oh, oh wow, oh that like ot intense, i wasn't expecting it to get that intence. damn okay. very good movie 8/10 won't be rewatching it any time soon, also johnny gets wet in the water of the sea

(keanu being called some varient of john, getting wet, and being depressed are come comon features of keanu's movies)

(the power point will make this clearer in the future)

bill and ted's bogus journey:

good sequal like 7/10 just cos the first is such a classic and a new idea but it was really well done. gotta love death

bram stoker's dracula:

omg he's depressed, gets wet and is called johnathen, tick. otherwise this films was garbage. he cannot do an enlish accent which was funny and actually enjoyable. keanu's proformence was the only enjoyable part of the movie. 1/10 i'd rather rewatch godzilla final wars and pocahuntus

(realising i havn't geven my disney reviews here it's fine all do that at some point

.... maybe)

Speed:

omg it's my favorite keanu movie. hehehe my friends trust my taste cos of like this movie and legally blonde. hehehe. 10/10 no note. i am bnot bias. okay but in all fairness it is really good and the script is really well thought out. don't watch speed 2 no keanu

johnny mnemonic:

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god i could write a whole paragraph about this movie. from the short story written by the father of cyberpunk, to it's buched production, to the actual film, to the japanese cut which was more like what it was supose to be. aaaah. this movie is not good. it's vibes are impecable. ice-T is there. jones the cybernetic dolphin who was recrited by the military and was forcefully adicted to drugs to ensure his loyalty was the fucking highlight. random prest guy who is addicted to tech who is a hit man to fuel is addiction is funny. like critically this movie is a 2/10 but emotionally, but vibes wise, but on a purly primeveil basist, 10/10 movie. watch the japanese cut it makes more sense it's just on youtube

youtube

you're welcome

so imma just take a moment and say this, keanu reves movies are hard to find

like the only ones on streaming are johnny mnemonic on amazon prime, the day the earth stood still on disney and speed which is also on disney. oh and spone on the run which is on netflix. like non of the john wicks. only matirx 4 on netflix. it's wild. so shout out to cex and hmv for having the real goods

another side note i can spell mnemonic and cardasian fine and yet i have to quote aritha franklin to spell respect

anyway back to it

the matrix:

yea i should have believed my friends when they said this was the transes movie in existance. i see it. no straights here. only the gays. man this movie was a slay. genuinly no idea why i just haddn't seen it yet. 8/10

the matrix reloaded:

oooh, a ten miniet looney tunes agent smith fight scene. ooooh a 15 motorway fight scene. mmmmh okay. yea the action is fun but maaaaan the plot fucking stalls, 4/10

the matrix revolations:

omg is the plot moving again. omg yay. i really like this one which seems to be like an umpopular oppinion. i dunno. i liked it. i liked it's ending it worked. fuck you. 7/10

the day the earth stood still 2008:

omg, omg is that john ham yay. klaatu my main man was grat. got a jaden smith jumpscare and the girl from lybrinth jumpscare aswell. had a lot of fun. we also watched the 1951 version and personally i prefer that one but stilll thisnmovie was great. 7/10 climate change is a threat and we're the virus

john wick:

yea erm yea you shouldn't have killed that dog man. 8/10

john wick 2:

okay but like it was a slay that she killed herself, real power move. also winston is a real g. 7/10 great pasing

bill and ted face the music:

omg. omg they have louis armstong. omg omg omg. jimi hendrix. motzard. KID CUDI! AAAAH THIS MOVIE WAS MADE FOR ME. also has the girl from I Saw The TV Glow which my friend loved. 7/10 again not as good as the classic but holy shit was this line up of hiistorical people for me

the matric resurrection:

neil partick harris i'll kill you. how do you keep ending up in things i watch. i sware i'll end up watching your entrire filmography by watching other peoples. stop it. you haunt me. i liked this movie a lot. like it deffo helps watching the matrix series almost back to back. good stuff, and all the recasting and stuff was the right call i think. this and face the music have like the same weird vibe to them that i weirdly like. oh and keanu is depressed and get wet. also i love the fact that trinity just punches neil patrick harris mutiple time. i'm not biased and idk why you'd think that :) 6/10

and thats all the keanu films i've watched so far

not gonna lie was wondering about half way though how long a tumblr post can be hehehe

i shall be back once i've watched the remaineding films

and then the power point hehehe

#i cannot wait till sonic three #he's playing shadow #this is the best fucking thing ever #i love it #please give me this movie its all i can think about #fuck me man i am not scrolling up on this post it's long as shit #koay by for now #Youtube

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commanderbuffy · 1 year ago

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TTA SEQUAL IS LIKE A CHRISTMAS PRESENT I CANNOT WAIT

It will not come in time for Christmas (possibly the first chapter), but Mayhaps a snippet will 👀

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cyprejyo · 2 years ago

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ok so

roland - bi cis guy

lilith - bi trans woman

brick - bi enby

mordecai - bi trans guy

maya - ace girl w fucked up gender (the ace part is canon btw)

salvador - ace trans guy, probably gay also

axton - trans guy + canon bi

zer0 - aroace nonbinary

gaige - xenogender girlflux pansexual tgirl

krieg - inner krieg is a transhet magiman, outer krieg's gender is violence

athena - genderqueer + canon lesbian

claptrap - canon bi, cassgender

wilhelm - doesn't give a fuck

nisha - bi trans woman

aurelia - trans lesbian (i do NOT care abt that bl3 sidequest. it doesnt exist to me.)

timothy - trans guy + canon bi

rhys - bi trans guy

vaughn - gay trans guy

fiona - lesbian demigirl

sasha - bi trans woman

zane - pansexual trans guy but his actual gender is xenic and fucked up beyond measure he just pretends to just be a trans guy

moze - trans lesbian

amara - lesbian

fl4k - nothin to say here because they are canon nonebinery AND omnisexual hell fucking yes

janey - lesbian demigirl

wainwright & hammerlock are both gay and trans men (this one's my fave, t4t old men my beloved)

tina - xenogender, girl adjacent pansexual

angel - demigirl lesbian

clay - ace pan demiguy

anu - ace demiro lesbian

octavio - bi demiguy

l0u13 - pan alloace demiguy

troy - bisexual bigender

tyreen - bi trans woman

katagawa jr - gay trans guy

handsome jack - cishet

i probably have more but i can't remember them rn xd

wainwright and hammerlock are so true i wish i knew both of them. i see fanart every now and again in the tags and im just like. ough.... breath of fresh air finally something good. (really need to figure out how to block specific tags because good lord. ive been here for years and i cannot figure this stuff out still </3) i cannot wait to meet kraig he seems so silly anyways all of these are so true i cannot wait to meet like half of these characters when i finish borderlands 2 and finally play the other games because i kept replaying pre sequal.

#jyogatonk

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tansyuduri · 9 months ago

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1. How did you find out about merlin?

If I remember right I belive I found it on netflix one day. Before it was actualy over? I don't remember that or not. Either way it was ages ago and I did a thing where I watched it once a year up until I FINALLY joined the fandom in novemeber. Now I'm watching it constantly. And dragging everyone I can into watching it with me.

2. Do you have a ship? If so, when did you start shipping them?

Merthur. I started in the end of october after reading two arthur return fanfics and seeing how in charater they were in the fics. You could say my eyes where opened. Now I cannot belive it took me so wrong and I am obsessed with writing them.

3. What’s your favorite episode/two-parter?

Oh god I have so many! But if it has to be a two parter it would be the start of season 4. My other favs are Ironicly from Season 1. The poisioned chalace or The labyrinth of Gedref

4. What’s your favorite scene? ARAAAGh I cannot pick! I'm much more of a story mindset person. So one scene will never be picked.

5. What’s your favorite quote/interaction? (ex | merlin: “how long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?” | arthur: “i love poetry” merlin: 😀)

jfhjdksfhdjkfds you expect me to pick one again? Its basically every Arthur and Merlin Interaction. Always has been.

6. How do you feel about the ending? 😉

I actually enjoyed it and found it fitting, but I didn't join the fandom until I started reading reuniting fics so I supose a deep part of me was also wounded by it

7. What’s your favorite headcanon in merlin?

You can rip Autistic merlin from my cold dead hands.

8. Do you have a favorite merlin fic? Please share 😍

We Begin Again. Also Awake. Unsuprisingly. They made me start shipping Merthur. But I also really like some of the ones I wrote that I will be posting soon. And I've read a lot of other good onces too. I am a bit picky however.

9. What is your personal head-canon after s5? (Ex: arthur dies and merlin waits for 1500 years | the roundtable lives | merlin becomes court-sorcerer)

I actually have a fic for this. I'm editing it at the moment then I'm gonna look for betas soon. I tend to go with the cannon ending and Arthur returns. I also have ANOTHER fic I'm gonna start posting in April that comes after that and is meant to be a bit of a season 7. And I just started the sequal to THAT one.

10. What’s your favorite character?

Merlin!!! With Arthur coming in second.

Merlin questions to do when you’re bored

1. How did you find out about merlin?

2. Do you have a ship? If so, when did you start shipping them?

3. What’s your favorite episode/two-parter?

4. What’s your favorite scene?

5. What’s your favorite quote/interaction? (ex | merlin: “how long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?” | arthur: “i love poetry” merlin: 😀)

6. How do you feel about the ending? 😉

7. What’s your favorite headcanon in merlin?

8. Do you have a favorite merlin fic? Please share 😍

9. What is your personal head-canon after s5? (Ex: arthur dies and merlin waits for 1500 years | the roundtable lives | merlin becomes court-sorcerer)

10. What’s your favorite character?

That’s all!! Tell me if you want more!! Answer in the reblogs!! Or comment!! Or anywhere!!

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #about me

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theodora3022 · 4 years ago

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Companion Headcanons for Fairy

The original fic can be found here

The sequal hcs can be found here

Summary: You are now Overhaul’s posession. Just like Eri, he have big plans for you.

Warning: Yandere, implied NSFW, forced aphrodisiac use, non con(not graphic), mentions of forced pregancy, loss of virginity

Kai feeds you healthy food and perform weekly checkups. No way you are getting sick under his watch.

He never refers you by your real name, always calling you “my fairy”.

Gives you a large room to live in, he knows you have claustrophobia, he doesn’t want cabin fever to get to you.

He would fill your cell room with books, to occupy your time while he is gone.

With the quirk cancelling handcuffs on, you cannot escape the heavily guarded Yakuza base.

However it also frustrates Kai because he wants to see you flying around like the fairy you are

So he lets you use your quirk under his supervision. He would take you for flights in the backyards wearing those acrylic wings, you comply to his wishes, terrified of the alternative: He took so much already, not your quirk too. After two or three laps he would take you back to your room and disappear behind the door.

You soon find out he just wants to admire you from a distance. He never touched you unless necessary. When you ask him why, he says he get rashes. Which is such a relief.

Quirk-cancelling cuffs is quickly replaced with a pair of thin silver bracelets. While they have the same effects, you are able to move around more freely. It is a reward of being docile towards Kai. He is happy that his threats work, as you seldom scream.

You learn about Eri when you overheard one of his subordinates come to inform him about her situation.

“Eri? Who is that?” When he sees those sparkles in your eyes once more, Kai felt so weak.

“The granddaughter of my mentor.” “Can I see her?”

He told you tomorrow you will. It is probably good for both of you and Eri. It can lift your spirits, and maybe you can calm down the little girl. You are trapped here, there is no need to worry about leaking info.

When Eri saw you the next day, she was not sure what to do. So you crotched down and smiled at her. It has probably been a long time since the little girl received any genuine affections, so it will not take long for her to warm up to you, the only kind person here.

Soon you began to look forwards to these little playdates. Kai would allow you an hour with her everyday after your daily flight, while he sits on sofa in the corner, watching the two of you. At first Eri seems to be intimidated by his presence, but she soon understands Kai won’t hurt her as long you’re in the same room.

Seeing you attending Eri’s tea party with her stuffed animals, brushing her pale hair, how Eri is able to make you laugh like you used to, gives him a strange sensation. Eri likes to call you “Sister”, which you would respond with a warm “Yes, Eri~” every time. Is that...jealousy? You never spoke his name with such warmth before. You were not even referring him by his first name. Just a cold, business-like “Chisaki”.

When you are back to your cell you expect him to leave, but this time he did not.

“Call me Kai, with that sweet tone.”

You are confused…Which tone?

“Do it now.”

“Kai.” You tried your best to apply honey onyour shaky voice, and it seems to work.

Then you felt a pat on your head. “Good girl.” He is talking to you like you are some domestic pet.

You sighed with relief once the door shuts him out.

Thanks you Eri, Kai now can hear your gleeful laughter again. He shows his gratitude by taking shallow, less hurtful cuts.

You are surprised to find Eri calling you “Mommy” two weeks after your initial encounter. “What happened to sister?” When you start to question why, she just buried her head between her knees, whispers: “Sir Overhaul.”

You are confused. What is the meaning of this? Being a woman in her twenties, you guess it is normal for a toddler like Eri to call you mother. So you pay that no more attention.

Until Kai starts to touch you whenever he can. It started with the lingering finger when he took your blood sample, to brushing his knuckles against your cheek. From gloved hands to bare. It is not hard to see he is trying to get more comfortable with touching you, it terrified you immensely. You don’t even give him rashes like he once said. That is when you planned your escape. You are going to break these bracelets, grab Eri, and get the hell out of this damp basement before the Yakuza boss violates your flesh.

Kai needs a successor to his grand plan, since he knows he is not going to accomplish it during his limited time. And you are going to provide him a healthy son. A child can also bond you to him forever and give you something to do during the day. He aleady knows how a caring mother you can be by watching you play with Eri.

You do not have much information about the base structure, but you need to try. The only route you remember is how to get to Eri’s room from your cell. You could have a better understanding if Kai has not blindfolded you every time you have to take your daily flight.

When Kai “accidentally” left your door unlocked, you took the chance without hesitation.

You do not know he needs an excuse to punish you. Escaping sounds legitimate.

You decided to worry about those bracelets later, when you are back into the sunlight, far from Overhaul.

Your heart sank when you see Chrono’s white figure in front of Eri’s door. You cannot see his face with that mask, but you swear he is smiling when he injected you something from his pocketed syringe.

You woke up in a room that greatly resembles an operation room, tied to a chair beside the operating table. Kai stood silently in the doorway.

This is your first time seeing his face without masks, although you had been here nearly a month. If he were not your captor, you would call him handsome.

“Do you know why you’re here, fairy?” Putting both of his hands on your shoulders from behind, Kai said in an awfully calm tone. You expected him to mad; this coolness is much more unsettling.

“Because you tried to leave me.” Without waiting for your answer, he untied your ropes. “Go lie down on the operating table.”

You comply, shivering.

Suddenly you feel you are burning, and there is this itch in your heart. You would start to pant, while Kai look down you with amuse in his gold eyes.

You might be a virgin, but you are no saint. You recognized this sensation well, and you immediately figured what was in Chrono’s syringe.

“You bastard! You gave me aphrodisiac?”

This is the first time you act like your former bold self. Usually you are too scared to even maintain eye contact with Kai.

You kept on telling yourself that you need to maintain composure, as you turned to the other side to ignore him.

It has been thirty minutes and Kai is impressed by your resilience. So those hero training did do some good after all. Chrono had injected you a large dose, enough for creatures twice your size, yet all you is clenching your teeth. So strong willed. He expects you to be begging for him now.

Too bad you will not remember how you lost your virginity, he thought as he put you out with chloroform.

You woke up alone in your bed the next morning, in pyjamas. Your back feels sour, like you just did three hundred sit-ups. You are also littered with bruises. Great, just great. Kai took just about everything you had. You were not sure if he used a condom or not, you prayed the germaphobe had. The last thing you want is carrying that jerk’s child.

Kai took your hand in his when he come to collect you for your daily flights. His expression is still stoic, as if nothing had happened the previous day.

At your playdate with Eri after, instead of sitting in the corner couch as usual, he decides to sit on the ground, just inches away from Eri and you. She screams and run into your arms, trembling. You never know why Eri is so afraid of Kai (the bandages on her limbs let you know it’s nothing good) , so you pat her back gently. “It’s okay, dear Eri.”

“Eri, would you like a little sibling? Would you like to be a big sister?”

The trembling seized; those watery eyes looks up to yours. Now you understand why he made Eri call you “Mommy”: to prep you for the real deal. Recalling the incidents yesterday, you feel violated and used.

“Yes! Sir Overhaul!” Eri squeals. The trembling resumed. All you can do is glare at him with anger as you soothe the shacking girl in your embrace. You read Eri a story to distract her. Kai’s lips curl upwards under his mask: Look at you, you already know how to be a good mother! As you hugged Eri goodbye, he pulled you out of the room rather roughly.

You expect him to lock you back to your room, but he took you to his office instead.

“Sit.” Taking off his gloves, he pats his thighs lightly after taking a seat behind the desk.

Once you are secured on his lap, he pulled you close to his chest and starts doing paperwork.

This situation lasted for hours. Your legs are turning numb.

“Chisaki?” “You know what to call me.” “K-kai. Did you wear a condom...yesterday?” Although you are already aware of the terrifying answer, you need to be absolutely sure.

“How can you give me an heir if I do? I thought you are wiser than this, my fairy.” Playing with your hair, Kai enjoys your horrid expression. Putting the pen down, he strokes your abdomen with the free hand. “If we’re lucky, I can meet the little one in nine months.”

You feel like his personal incubator, but there’s nothing you can do about it.

#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha overhaul #bnha overhaul x reader #yandere overhaul x reader #yandere overhaul #yandere bnha

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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Roman + interrogation as a sequal to the Remus + framed fic perhaps?

Holy shit this took a long time... It's hurt/comfort tho

@badthingshappenbingo

Send me a prompt with a character! No romantic prinxeity, r*mr*m, U!Janus or U!Logan please!

Masterpost Takes place after this fic

Warnings: blood, shouting, arguing, child abuse (in passing), mentions of death (in passing), swearing, crying (It's a baby), bolded text, U!Roman, not taking care of yourself?, ask to tag

Words: 4k

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Red Eyes

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It had been a mouth.

It had been a single mouth from when Patton opened the yellow side’s door and saw his new friend slaughtered beyond recognition. The door was still there. Blood still stained his carpet, dust collected on his items because they didn’t have the heart to pack his things away. His name became a word that was never said, never whispered, never hushed. But it was always thought. They couldn’t go a single day without imagining his smile, or his laugh, or how his scales gilded against his cheekbones with the smooth grace that shouldn’t be humanly possible.

He was beautiful. But beauty is often destroyed by people who process envy in their hearts.

Even now, as Patton tried to convince a cranky baby to eat his damn apple sauce, he still thought of the yellow side.

Patton let loose a heavy sigh as he put the bowl down with a click on the highchair. Anwir wouldn’t stop crying, the small side was letting loose heartbreaking sobs as he banged on the flimsy plastic tray, his face turned up in a sour expression.

Patton sniffled, his eyes clouded with tears and bright red from a round of crying a few hours ago. “C’mon kiddo… you gotta eat something! Growing snakes like you need food!” Patton’s pleas fell upon deaf ears as the child only cried harder. Patton huffed, playing with the full spoon in his hands. “Anwir…. please?”

The child didn’t even spare him a glance. Only screaming louder. Patton rested his head against the table, letting a few sobs escape as the hatchling screamed his heart out.

To be fair towards the cyan side, he hadn’t raised a child for a good two decades. Logan was the last toddler in the light household, and he was a lot easier to deal with than Anwir. Logan just wanted toast with a bit of Crofters on top of it. That was it. All he wanted. Anwir refused to eat anything that wasn’t up to his standard and this child was very picky. His food cannot be touching, absolutely no green beans, anything bitter was a no, not to mention his insisting that his food cannot be boiled under any circumstances.

Patton had completely collapsed to the table, the only sound being the baby’s cries and the occasional sniffle from him.

“Uhhh, you alright there popstar?” Patton raised his head, ears full of cotton as Anwir continued his protests, the right side of his face a bright red compared to his yellow scales, although the scales did have the occasional blue one mixed in with the buttercup color. Virgil stood in the doorway, phone in his hand. His eyes flickered momentarily to the baby, “What’s wrong with the child?”

Patton sighed, glasses fogged as he spared a glance to Anwir, “he won’t eat his food and has been crying for half an hour. I don’t know what to do! I tried giving him an orange!” Patton looked back to the screaming child in a Stitch onesie, “which he threw on the ground….”

Virgil huffed a small laugh as he snatched Anwir from the highchair, “Maybe he needs a nap.” Anwir was squirming in Virgil’s hold, bitter noises leaving the smaller side, “huh, that’s not…. Normal…”

Patton stood and walked next to Virgil, the two locked concerned eyes as they looked at deceit Anwir. “We need to get Logan,” Patton muttered under his breath as he bolted up the stairs to find the logical side.

Virgil bounced the tiny side while trying to quiet his tears, “sh, sh, it’s ok Anwir.” The purple side paced back and forth, eventually leaving the kitchen to take the side to the living room. Anwir was normally fussy, but not like this.

Virgil sat on the couch, placing the side on his lap, “What’s with you today?” Virgil bounced the ten-month-old on his leg as he waited for Logan and Patton to come back, humming the same lullaby that Ja- that he used for him.

Logan and Patton were back in less than five minutes, Logan looked like he was torn from his work (if the pencil behind his ear was any indication) Logan huffed a breath and looked at Anwir.

All of them had different ways to cope with his death. Patton threw himself in completely into caring for the newest member, even sacrificing his own health to tend to the child. Virgil locked himself in his room, only occasionally coming down to take care of Anwir while Patton was sleeping. Roman pretended everything was ok, the red side was always seen with his signature smile and witty comments. Logan dived into his work, hardly able to look at the new side. And Remus… no one knew what Remus was up to. Nor did they care, Remus was the entire reason he was gone.

Anwir hissed, hissing was a new thing, and he only did it when he was in pain. Logan raised an eyebrow, “Did he fall off the couch again?” grimacing at Patton’s disagreement.

“No, he’s been with me all morning… well! Roman did take him for a walk earlier!”

Logan nodded as he reached forward, unzipping the onesie that covered the scaled child. Tears leaked down Anwir’s face as the other three side’s eyes widened with horror and anger.

Bruises ran down the child’s ribs, colors of fuchsia, a deep puke yellow that was speckled underneath red splotches, followed by small cuts all over his chest. A single scale was ripped from its place. Streams of blood flowed down Anwir’s chest from the ripped out scale, it was close to his skin on the other half of his body. Meaning that a portion of skin was brought with the scale when it was torn out.

The three felt anger bubble in their stomachs. This wasn’t Remus. It couldn’t be Remus. Remus was locked away in the dark.

But here is the newest member of the family, with cuts and bruises covering his flesh. Eyes filled with tears and a look of betrayal. This child had trusted so much, wide eyes that wanted to learn everything, see everything, touch things that he was meant to leave alone. And now he was covered in blood and bruises. Just like Janus.

Anwir’s existence meant a tragic end for a friend. But it also meant a new chance. They loved Janus, but he had problems. He trusted little, he hid things, he put others' health before his own under the guise of doing his job. Anwir was a chance to make things right. And someone ruined it.

Patton gritted his teeth as Logan ran to get the medkit. Thoughts ran through his mind over who it could be. It wasn’t Virgil, Logan, or him. Roman wouldn’t do something like this… would he?

Logan started to bandage Anwir’s wounds, pressing a kiss to the child’s forehead between each bandage, causing the child to giggle as he reached for Logan’s glasses. Patton chewed on his lip before making his decision, sparing Virgil a glance. The purple side nodded as Logan fought the baby for his glasses back.

“Roman! Kiddo! Come down here!”

Angry footsteps were heard from upstairs. A door slamming only caused the baby to cry once again, Patton looked back towards Virgil and Logan.

Logan was chewing inside of his cheek, his eyes slightly glazed over with tears as Anwir screamed when the anti-septic hit his wounds. Virgil was pacing back and forth, unsure what to make of the situation.

It was a few seconds later when the boastful prince walked down the steps with annoyance, his feet dragging against the wooden steps and his breath heavy. Roman hit the last step and turned to face the father figure, “What?” Roman hissed through his teeth with a sneer.

Patton steeled his expression and drew a steady breath. “Logan, take Anwir to his room and then come back please.” The blue side nodded and picked up the crying child and carried him up the stairs. The cyan side noticed the glare that Roman gave the yellow child.

Patton locked eyes with Roman, his son, he raised Roman from the very second he split from the King. “Where did you take Anwir on your walk?”

Roman raised an eyebrow and leaned against the banister, “I took him to the forest in the imagination. He liked the squirrels.” Roman shifted his gaze over to Virgil, only to be met with cold eyes, “why do you ask padre?”

Patton drew a slow breath, he had to keep calm. “What did you and Anwir do on your walk?”

Roman furrowed his brows in thought, his posture was rigid, burning green eyes bore into the fatherly side, “I don’t think you need to know that, pops.”

Silence spread throughout the living room, Logan came back down but the quiet didn’t break. The clock ticked on the wall, filling the quiet room with an ear-shattering noise. Cyan, blue, and purple eyes bore into green ones. Time fell away as loud crying could be heard from the child’s nursery.

Patton sighed, “Vir-”

“I’ll get it, Patton,” Logan shot a dirty look towards Roman before he left the room.

The room stayed quiet for a few minutes. A treaty of stillness, before Patton broke it, “You killed him, didn’t you?”

Roman took his eyes off the carpeted floor, “Of course I didn’t! What a ridiculous accusation! I would never take Janice away from us!” Roman’s composure was growing sloppy, far too cheerful, his green eyes showed too much happiness for someone just accused of murder.

“You can drop the act dude. We saw what you did to Anwir.” The purple side stood stiff, his eyes glowing with hostility, “You can’t possibly think that we’re buying that ‘he did that to himself!’ when he can barely even walk yet.” His voice leaked the mocking tone as he took fast-paced steps to the red side, “ADMIT IT. YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED JANUS.” Virgil was inches away from Roman’s face, his canines bared as he hissed his threat in the red side’s face

Roman pushed Virgil back, his facade not even wavering as the purple side stumbled, “NO! I didn’t fucking kill the snake!” he pushed his hair back into its position, combing back fly-aways. “I mean- Come on emo! Would I do such a thing?”

“We know what you did Roman!” Patton’s voice was cracking, tears filling his eyes, “We saw Anwir’s bruises! You were the only other one to be near him today! We kn-”

“Well, maybe you killed him! Huh! With all that guilt-tripping you do, I wouldn’t be surprised if you killed the asshole because he didn’t fit your “perfect family” I bet you put those bruises on the brat too!”

Patton choked on his voice, tears sprang to his eyes as he stumbled backward. “Wh-what?”

“Roman!” Virgil growled as the red side pushed down a smirk

“What?! If we’re going to be blaming the innocent here then we might as well look at someone who spent more time with Deceit than anyone else! Not to mention that he has been Anwir’s primary caregiver! He could have killed Janus and given Anwir the cuts when no one was around! There’s plenty of knives to rip out that scale too!” Roman could feel his pride building, his hubris starting to sour towards the clouds.

“Cuts?”

And like Icarus, Roman fell.

“Duh! He has like twenty cuts running down his chest.”

“Roman. We never mentioned him having cuts, let alone on his chest. Or that one of his scales was ripped out either” Virgil narrowed his eyes, he ground his tongue against his canine.

Roman faltered, “I-”

Patton wiped his eyes, “just admit it kiddo. You killed him.”

Roman blinked, he focused back on the carpet. Blinking as he realized what we had just admitted to. His crocodile tears melted away as he smiled and pulled himself higher. “Fine. I did it. I killed him.” Roman looked straight into Patton’s eyes, “Is that want you wanted?”

The red side started to pace back and forth, a manic grin spread on his face, “And you wanna know something? I would do it a million times! I would pay anything to see the fear spread into the “Great Janus Sanders” eyes again!” Roman breathed deep and let loose a small laugh, “You don’t get it… Janus was bad for Thomas! He’s a liar! Liars are never good! yoU JUST NEED TO SEE THAT!” Roman screamed, his voice carrying across the house, “I’M HIS HERO! I’M HIS HE-”

The thunk of a duffle-bag hit the bottom steps, landing right at Roman’s feet and stopping his lies. Roman looked up to see Logan at the top of the stairs, holding Anwir in his arms. The child was now dressed in a new onesie and now had a stuffed frog in his grip. Logan however had tears leaking steadily down his cheeks as he rubbed the child’s back in a soothing manner

Anwir was trying to give Logan his frog for his attempt to comfort, “Fra!”

“Frog.” Logan corrected the child without having to think of it as he descended the steps.

Logan stopped in front of Roman, “Your stuff is in the bag. Get out. I refuse to have a murderer in this household.

Roman blinked, mouth gaping open slightly, “Lo! C’mon nerd! You don’t mean that!” Roman reached forward to touch Logan on the shoulder, his expression turning sour when Logan backed up out of reach, “Loga-”

“Just go!” Anwir looked at Logan and brought his frog to his mouth as Roman grabbed the bag.

“And where am I gonna go?! Huh? Where Logan!?” Roman growled as his eyes flickered to the other two sides.

The blue side looked down to the child in his arms, “I don’t care. Go to the darks, you’re certainly close enough in your… tactics. Or go live in the imagination, you have an entire castle there” “Fra!” “Yes Anwir, frog.”

Roman furrowed his brows as he threw the bag over his shoulder. The door was slammed shut seconds later.

Logan rubbed his eyes as he walked up to the group, “Logan. You alright dude?” Logan looked up at Virgil.

The blue side nodded, “We need to go get Remus.” The other two mumbled agreements as they sunk out.

The four sides popped up in the dark side. True to its name, it was well, dark. Pictures were scattered everywhere. Virgil knelt, a small smile spreading to his face as he stared back at purple and green sides attempting to bake a cake for a yellow side’s birthday.

They continued down the hallway, Anwir clinging to Logan’s tie as they walked, his eyes growing heavy. They passed an orange door on their trek, covered in padlocks, the group exchanged looks but left it alone to continue to the living room.

The group of four made it to the living room. Remus sat on the floor, tears streaming down his face as he repeatedly pushed a needle through fabric. Over and over. Mumbling words under his breath as the needle drew the thread through yellow cotton.

Remus seemed to be working on a tapestry. It was large, almost the size of the entire living room, it was divided into different panels; eight total.

The first panel was complete. It consisted of a small child alone in a dark house, yellow scales spread on the otherwise featureless face of the main subject. His clothes were torn and slightly ragged as he covered his head, tears leaking down on the subject’s face. Dark shadows whispering in his ears.

In the second, the side seemed slightly older. His posture was less scared and more unsure as he helped a smaller child up, leading him somewhere. The smaller one was covered in red and a sickly green color, tears leaking down steadily. The yellow side was still young, maybe seven at the most, but it was clear that all he wanted to do was care for the green side. The green one had a face. Two red eyes filled with fear, lips curled into a cry as he reached for the side

In the third, the yellow figure was older, clearly, a teenager, and now had a long scar coming from his ear to his mouth. He was holding a purple blanket in his arms. Beside him walked the eccentric green figure, who was practically clinging to his arm in every step. The erratic green side had an ear to ear grin while they walked.

The next stood three figures. All adults. The yellow one in the center, green on his left, purple on his right. The two of them that had faces seemed happy, smiles on their faces as they looked at the yellow figure. They were proud. And happy too. But you could see with a few stitches of white thread, the hesitance in the purple one’s eyes was subtle but prevalent.

The next panel seemed to be the end of the happy tale. The yellow side was crumpled to the ground, the black shadows swarming the figure one again in bitter mockery of when they were a child. His clothes weren’t torn but wrinkled beyond repair as tears shone down his scales. Wine bottles scattered by his feet, his face a slight gray tone as the scales grew darker. In his hands, a striped gray sweater.

Remus was still sewing the sixth panel. His hair a mess as he rocked back and forth, tears flowing down his cheeks as he pushed the needle through the fabric. The entire tapestry was made of mainly yellow, black, green, and purple thread. With the occasional wisp of orange. Blood flowed down the green side’s fingers, picked from the needle, and stabbed raw from his repeated actions.

The shadows in the room downcasted on the side, the red gleam in his eyes glowing slightly as he continued his muttering. He didn’t even acknowledge the four new sides in the room, only continuing his swaying and muttering under his heavy breaths.

“Rem?” Virgil spoke softly, his voice hardly heard over Remus’s muttering.

The green side either ignored Virgil or just didn’t hear them as he continued to push the blood stained needle through the fabric

“Remus, kiddo?” Patton stepped forward, it was a small step, but his foot skimmed the edge of the tapestry. Patton took a step backward when the fabric was pulled roughly by the green side towards him.

Logan looked down towards the floor, multitudes of other sewing projects were thrown around. Mostly small stuffed snakes. Some were yellow, others teal or green, but there were hundreds of them. Logan set down Anwir, giving him a green snake to play with. “Stay.” “Bah!” “Thank you.”

Logan rose back up, taking careful steps towards Remus. The tapestry was sitting on his lap, meaning that his back was exposed and Logan could get to him without stepping on his project. Logan carefully stepped around, eventually getting clear access to Remus.

“Remus can you hear me?” Logan spoke softly and clearly, keeping his hands in Remus’s view as he met his eyes.

“Can’t talk. Need to finish this.” Remus didn’t meet Logan’s eyes, he only pulled the thread through the fabric, creating an eye of a much larger figure.

Logan drew a breath, “ok… what are you working on then?”

Remus knotted the green thread, snipping off the excess and pulling the yellow thread from a pile beside him, “My apology.”

Logan pulled his full attention to the green side beside him, the other two only watching as they couldn’t help but become absorbed in the conversation. “Your apology? Remus, you didn’t do anything-”

“No! No! I did! I killed him! I took my morningstar and hit his ribs until they were nothing but snake putty! I wrapped my hands around his throat until his eyes got cloudy and he looked at me with betrayal! I ripped out every one of his pretty scales and that crimson blood leaked out of every hole! I-I killed him!” Remus sped up his stitches, his voice growing thick as the tears rolled down his cheeks in globs, “I killed him!” he stopped his stitches, tears soaking down his mustache he choked on his sobs, dropping the needle with shaking hands, “I killed my best friend.”

The other sides could only stare as Remus broke down. Hiding his face in his hands as tears fell on the weeks worth of work. Regret seeped in Remus’s every word. It was like it was dunked in it, covered completely in sorrow and pain.

The sides stood frozen. The room echoed with Remus’s cries. They were haunting, the sound that you only hear in your nightmares. The sides felt their voices dissipate. Until one of them broke the hollow silence.

Anwir shuffled forward, crawling on his hands and knees with his stuffed frog in his hands. The other sides only watched as the child sat down mere inches away from the green side and held out his frog to the upset side, “Fra!”

Remus raised his head to look at the smaller side, his breaths were heavy. Tears clogging his pores and nose, his hair was a mess from a month without a hairbrush. “W-what?”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing slightly, “he means frog. He’s been trying to give people his frog when they’re upset.”

Remus blinked, his mind fogging slightly before it cleared. And he laughed. Remus laughed and pulled the scaled baby to his lap.

“Fra! Fra! Fra!”

Remus chuckled as he bounced the child, “Fra? I agree! Can you say fuck?”

Anwir blinked for a few seconds, “fua!”

Remus hummed, “hm.. Not quite. Fuck. Fu-ck. Fuck!” Patton rocked back and forth on his heels, he didn’t quite approve of Remus trying to teach his baby swears, but the moment was too wholesome to raise a fuss.

Anwir stared at the green side, heterochromatic eyes wide as he stared into the red pools of Remus’s eyes. “Fuh!” The smaller side smiled as he reached beside him, making grabby hands towards the sewing needles, making a slight pouty face when Remus pulled the needles away, “No. No sharp things until you learn how to say fuck.”

The other three sides watched with a smile as Remus played with the newest member, but eventually, Anwir fell asleep against Remus’s chest.

Virgil stretched, standing from his position on the floor, “come on Rem, let's go home.”

Remus snapped his head up from the child in his lap, “what? No.” Remus took in a large breath like sigh, “I still killed Janny. I can’t go back.”

Patton stood up tall, he took in a large breath and looked Remus directly in the eyes. Rocking back and forth on his heels slightly, “Kiddo, you didn’t kill him” Patton pushed his tears back and forced his voice to comply, “R-Roman did.”

“You were wrongfully framed Remus,” Logan added, putting a hand on Remus’s shoulder

“And we were wrong to accept you as the culprit without any concrete proof.” Virgil leaned against the concrete wall of the darkside living room.

Remus blinked, running his hand through the smaller side’s hair as the thoughts went through his head. He shook his head roughly, “no! No.. just because I don’t remember it, doesn’t mean that I didn’t fucking do it!” The green side bit his lip harshly, a small hint of copper filling his mouth.

Virgil pushed the tapestry to the side, allowing him a path to walk directly to Remus, “Remus, look at me.” the green side hesitantly raised his head to lock eyes with Virgil, “If you really wanted to kill Janus, would you have done this?” he pointed towards the tapestry, vibrant shades of gold and silver sticking out from the folded over fabric, “would you have taken away the needles from Anwir so he wouldn’t hurt himself? Would you have been so apologetic that you spent weeks down here, alone, making things that reminded you of him?” Virgil looked Remus dead in the eyes. “Dude, you need to stop listening to that head of yours and listen to the nerd. Not everything is your fault.” The green side nodded.

“Not everything is my fault…” Remus hushed a breath, the words light and airy as they flowed out of his lips.

Virgil nodded with a small grin, “Come on, trash goblin. Let’s go home.” he extended his hand, his smile growing wider when Remus rested his hand on top.

Logan rolled up the tapestry, Patton collected the hundreds of plush snakes, Virgil picked up the memories trapped in the photographs. And then they left. A green door switching out for a red one in the concrete house.

And the new family went home.

They had a lot to fix, a lot to mend, a lot to forgive. But they had each other. And sometimes, that’s all you need.

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iam-gotham · 4 years ago

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a once loyal MCU stan is look forward to DC’s live-action future

Wonder Woman ‘84

the long anticipated sequel will be in theaters soon! I love seeing female directors working on a female lead superhero film, with a female antagonist - it’s just perfect. I’ll always have comic Diana to keep me company, but nothing compares to seeing her on screen✨

The Suicide Squad

is it a reboot? a sequel? who knows! the chaos of understanding DC timelines contine, but I love it! I’ve enjoyed every James Gunn film I’ve seen so far (granted not all of them) so I’m confident the movie will do well :) naturally I’m most excited to see the Queen of Quinn herself Miss Harley Quinn played by Margot Robbie. Harley is a great DC character and I adore anything she features in... if I had to make a guess - this film takes place mostly likely after Birds of Prey? I think we can all agree Harley getting arrested and locked up again is fairly easy to imagine... maybe Bats had a hand in it this time again too???✨

The Batman

Gotham's in the name... I’ve definitely driven myself crazy thinking about Robert Pattinson as Bruce Wayne in Matt Reeves’ The Batman. It looks very old Gotham, lots of rise of the villains feels and ooooh Carmine Falcone will feature too! I’m excited to see Penguin becoming Gotham’s king and get the Riddler content I deserve. Zoë Kravitz will be playing Catwoman, what more could I want? To think we’ll be getting a spinoff series too✨

Black Adam

I have absolutely no knowledge about this character outside of Injustice: Gods Among Us (if you haven’t played it - I seriously recommended it). Dwayne Johnson will be playing the title character, members of the Justice Society of America will feature too and again I know every little about this team but I’m excited to see it come to life. I promise to study up so I’m not too lost when the film’s released✨

Justice League: The Snyder Cut

it still blows my mind that we started with a hashtag and now we’re here. I cannot wait for 4 sweet uninterrupted hours of the official Snyder Cut! although I love the Trinity and I can’t wait for the badass action scenes, I’m looking forward to Ezra Miller’s Flash and Ray Fisher’s Cyborg. Especially the Victor Stone flashbacks we’ve been teased. can I get a booyah?✨

The Flash

I didn’t always love Barry, but he crept up on me and now I’m Flash obsessed. I haven’t really watched the CW show... sorry guys👉👈 I do however read the comic! personally, Wally is my favourite Flash hopefully we’ll get to meet a live-action movie version in the future✨

Shazam! Fury of the Gods

the Shazoom call 😂😂😂 SHAZOOM 😂😂😂 not the most informative, but definitely the cutest. most of my Shazam! knowledge comes from from very few animated films the character has featured in over the years, so I’m not a long time fan... that doesn’t mean I wasn’t extactic to find out the film would be getting a sequal!✨

I hope you all enjoyed your DC Fandome experience! stay safe kids and see you on stan twitter💙

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writerforfun · 4 years ago

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Underwing Challenge Day 6 + Day 7

6. What does your portfolio look like? Talk about as many other WIPs as you’d like here.

I have to be honest here, I never understood portfolio. I mean u understand what it is and its purpose but I never understood how to make it for myself.

But either way I guess I do have certain things I worked on.

Starting of with Collection.

1. Collection: Story 1: Mirror Defect: (DONE) (Sorry no cover)

Not all is as it seems.

Not all can be explained and even when the truth is out not everything will make sense.

"I just lost my brother, I can't lose her."

What can you do when you lose trust in those around you? When grief holds you too close?

When lies are hidden all around you?

When nothing is real?

Can you trust your own eyes? When all goes wrong who can you trust?

"Experitment 1034, you are next"

Is anything real? Are you real?

**Warning: character death, graphic description of the deceased character.**

I SUCK AT SUMMARIES.

The story was originally done to scare my uncle. I was going to send him this other story, which R.L. Stine wibe to it but sadly I lost it.

So here we are. Now this story features Mark, who despite all that has occurred, is trying to fix his broken family, even if it means destrying himself but is this family real?

You can check it out here

2. So, A Deal?: (DONE)

Met with death she has no choice but to let death consume her.

"No, I can't leave like this! Not like this."

There is no other way, or is there? But is she ready?

"What do you want? Does your soul not fill with rage, anger and despair? Pushing you to the core of vengeance? Don't you feel like a ghost? Dreading you will disappear? You know you are nothing but a ghost, and eventually, you will have to fade."

"I have seen the face of affliction brought by my reality, I'm tortured by the future of things that cannot be, haunted by visions of yesterday."

Her sin is great, but her desire greater. Will she survive the burn?

This was something I did for my school wrok once. Although it is quite different than the original work. I'm quite happy with the last chapter. I honestly just posted it out as a test to see if others would like it.

It took quite an effort and I enjoyed doing the last bit of it. I really want to make a sequal to it, get it going, but not really sure if this is going to go well.

You can check it out here.

3. Solar Elements: (DONE)

Avatar: The last Airbender inspired.

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

A lot can be lost in a lifetime.

"Wolf is going overboard,"

"We do not have time to wait."

"Surrender now and we shall show you all mercy."

"No, we will never yield to you"

"Then so be it."

"You are not prohibited to address better yet conduct such disgrace." "We are still alive!"

"Love you, Son"

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

"And so she has finally awoken."

I had done this for a story contest once, sadly I was unable to win. But I have to behonest, if I had I would have been so annoyed, it was awful, so awful. I won't talk much on it, as I still don't like this too much.

This feature elemtnal magic and time twist you can say, where a character, reborn must choose to either repeat history or change it completely.

4. Pirates tale: (WIPs)

Had this in for a while, been working on it but didn't have a plot till now.

The ship has no name, no crew, nothing. But if you see it, it's already too late.

Legend says they're ghost, some say they are cursed, others....... others don't live to tell the tale.

It was inspired by a prompt I saw once. Hoping to make these pirates cured to be vampires, hidden from all and only visible at night. They are insearch of their first crew captain, the one who must break the cures. Problem is, Captian dies 30 years ago.

Guess, his hidden daughter must be placed instead.

This is dumb, so dumb, but hey, I'll work on it.

5. The Basement: (WIPs)

Another school work.

This one feartures students sneaking into their school's basement. Each with their own story on why the basement is forbbiden.

If only they had listened and not followed through, then maybe they would not have encountered, the hidden dark past of the school.

This has a gay couple, lol I actaully send it to my teacher but I don't think she noticed :(. It needs alot of work though, so this may take a while.

6. To find the Truth: (WIPs)

This one seems to be liked a lot by you guys. Many seem intrigued.

In the dystopian future, when the world government collapsed, when humans fell and the virus took hold, out rose a series of mutants. Their genes mutated by the virus released when a power plant went nuclear.

These mutants, blessed with powers beyond their control, have taken leadership. Smart, strong, powerful and undefeatable. They hold power over the weak like you and me. But I won't let them stop me. I won't let them come in the way.

They are sloppy, weak and useless. The world is filled with criminals, danger and people in need. This world needs justice, it needs help and they won't help, so I will.

"They'll take you away. They take people like them away"

"I won't let them"

I worked up a lot on this in the past few day and have actually most of the plot down. Well the main chracter's backstory at least, even how the virus started and why these mutants have taken over.

I just need to start it out and get it going. I have done that and I was thinking of adding bits and pieces on how the world is after every sub-story, like telling the tale as the story progress.

Was also hoping to give this story, a big reveal as to who these mutants are and how they came to be, why they take other's like them and how they find other's like them.

7. To Sacrifice or To Live? (WIPs)

Still working up on the name here, but the story goes like this.

Two wedding decades a part, each holding nothing but tale forgotten.

An evil entity hanting them both. A power over both familes, readdy to demolish them whole this time.

Will the scarifice work?

Ok, before you turn away, here me out here.

Two weddings, one in the 1900s and the other in 2000s. Both familes trapped in a curse long active, each must work to find a way to break the curse. One failed, made it worse, will the new bride make it? Or will she suffer worse?

8. Collection: Haunting Memories (WIPs)

Jenny doesn't know how she did it but she did. She didn't mean to. She really didn't. But Nina is dead now and it's her fault. She did it.

It's her fault.

Then why do they blame Jake? Jake is sweet, kind and caring. Sure he was the one with the blade, covered in blood and coming to kill Jenny next but it wasn't Jake. Because she saw.

Saw him kill her. Push the blade through Nina, watching as the girl fell. Her blood turning the ground crimson. She saw as the life left Nina's eyes. As the killer slumped to the ground, the control over him wearing off.

Jenny knows because she killed Nina. Then why does no one believe her? And why do her memories differ from Jake's?

“I am telling you what happened.”

“All you are doing is wasting our time.”

“Then be patient, this is all I have. Please just hear me out.”

“We are busy people here. We don’t have time for stupid tales, girl”

“This is not a stupid tale. If you could just listen.”

“We are listening. Listening to you for the past 10 minutes, all you have done so far is tell us useless things. We have things to do.”

“Everything I mention is important. One thing missed and you won’t understand. Please. I need your help.”

“You have 10-”

“15”

“Fine 15 minutes.”

This I hope to work and get done by at least in the next month. It need a lot of work and must be quite slow yet fast paced. I need to make the plot a bit more than just what I have written.

8. Trick? No, I'll take the Treat (WIPs)

Halloween themed. Done quite long ago.

What will you do when your Halloween turns into a nightmare?

I have nothing much on it at the moment, but will update this soon.

7. What kind of partnership are you looking for in this event? Friendship? Somebody to bounce ideas off of? Something else? What sorts of people are you hoping to meet and adopt?

Honeslty, I did a lot of research in the past few days and boy do I ned a lot of work done.

For starters, I need someone who can actually tell me how my work is going, just how kuch of an effort I have out in and how it seems to others.

I need harsh, quite harsh feed back so I know what I am doing wrong, what I should improve with and what interests the reader about the book.

I also say wish to meet and know other writers here. Would love to meet them and get to know them.

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tansyuduri · 7 months ago

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for ask game:

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So I actually have a few wips I can draw from but here we go Angst From my untitled

“I love you but...” Merlin bluted out.

Arthur’s face fell. Perhaps he expected Merlin was about to change his mind He did not know worse was coming.

“I’m a Sorcerer”

Arthur took a sharp breath in then let out a slightly wavering “That's not funny.”

Merlin lifted a hand. fire formed in it before he threw it back to the fireplace “I’m a sorcerer, A powerful one, Gaius even thinks I might be the best. But I use it for you… only for you.”

A variety of emotions cross Arthurs face as Merlin stared, Anger, alarm, confusion sadness, And then absolute heartbreak “Only for me… you enchanted me… to feel like this? This was… you enchanted me!?”

Of all the reactions Merlin could have gotten this one hurt the most, He didn’t even know why it hurt the most just that it felt like Arthur was tearing him open and digging in with a dagger to the heart.

“Arthur no!”

“All this time It was part of your sorcerous plan?”

The dagger plunged deeper. Merlin could not take it anymore. “Arthur…”

“Leave me!” Arthur lashed out and so Merlin did, stumbling out the door into the blizzard despite being dressed only in trousers and a pair of boots. Arthur did not even seem to notice him go. That was probably a good thing. Merlin didn’t know how he was expected to survive this level of pain and loss. Romantic: And from My sequal to the current fic I am posting. A quote from Arthur.

"It might be what destiny chose for you, and I’m glad we have this second chance. But otherwise destiny is wrong. Destiny does not take into account how it hurts you. Destiny does not see you as you are. So I will. I always will.”

Also from the same fic and worth a mention:

Arthur pulled back for a moment. “I love you” he whispered “For all that you are with all that I am. I first thought that a while ago. I’ve never said it."

Merlin echoed his words “For all that you are with all that I am,” That should have been in the wedding vows. It figured that neither of them would say the perfect thing until after the ceremony was over. “For all that you are, with all that I am” Merlin repeated. And for a quote I deleted: I actually cannot find it! But basically for a bit I debated the begining of merlin and arthurs first time having sex in the first fic I took a wip from going like "Right... nopw how do we do it... two men" Merlin opened his mouth but realized he did not actually know. "We just rub them together? Wait I think I heard somthing about going in the back once!"

So... Both?" Arthur ventured. Both" merlin agreed. Only it was funnier and I'm now kinda sad I lost it

#ask games

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keniichanjun · 8 years ago

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The sequel for 99.9 Keiji Senmon Bengoshi in 2017 💜 The moment that i’ve been waiting for 😘 source : twitter

#99.9 keiji senmon bengoshi #sequal #2017 #arashi #matsumoto jun #i wanna shout to the world #cannot wait for it #another lovely year

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lokis-lady-death · 6 years ago

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The King of Gods Pt 4

Tom Hiddleston/Loki x reader

Lady Death: This is a sequal to the Interview with a God series I completed a few months ago. This picks up months after the original story ends. If you haven’t read IWAG, HERE is a quicklink to Part 1 or you can find it on my Master List !

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Recap-

-There was no way to know how long the silence carried because to you, your mind was loud, thinking about your life before you had met Loki. Could you go back to life without the god of mischief? Could you be the person you were before you got to wake up every morning to those stunning green eyes?

Some part of you, deep down, had always thought things were too good. You knew that this was not meant to last forever, that eventually, the god would leave you behind.

It had just come so abruptly with no warning.

“Y/n,” Loki whispered, his own voice cracking, “Please say something.”

“I don't really know what to say,” you admitted. “Should… should I leave?”

He looked offended you would ask, dreading his brow. “No? No, I don't want you to leave. Quite the contrary…” To stop from blurting it out, Loki bit down on his lip. He took hold of your chin, slightly tilting your face to his. “Darling, I want you to stay. Here. With me.”-

The King of Gods Part 4

“You want me to stay with you? In Asgard?”

The words came out but they still didn't feel real. Loki had been told he would inherit a kingdom of gods and now he was proposing you stay with him. It was just so much to take in.

Loki took hold of your hands, his thumbs making small circles into your palms as he took a long, slow breath. “I realize this is a lot to take it… “

“It's more than a lot,” left you before you could even process what it was you were saying. Inside your head, your thoughts were running rampant.

His thumbs stopped moving. He waited an extra moment to consider your words before asking, “Y/n… are you saying no?”

“I think-” That it was an impossible choice. That you needed time. That there was too much to consider.

You knew you loved Loki, you knew you wanted to be with him, but he was asking you to leave your world behind. Leave everything you ever knew back on Midgard and live here in this world of gods, with him as king.

What about your life? What about your family? Your friends? Your work?

Could you do that?

“Y/n?”

Could you make that decision right now?

“Y/n, darling,” Loki spoke softly to bring you back to him. There was still concern behind his eyes that now was giving way to an uncertainty that you had never noticed before, but he managed to go on. “I need to know what your answer is. Will you stay?”

Your mouth opened but no words came out at first. Resituating yourself, you swallowed before finally answering, “I, I think I need time.”

“Time,” he echoed in a dry tone. His hand came around and laid across your cheek, cradling your face as he agreed. “I can give you that.”

Though the god smiled, you could see his pain from your response. In the back of your mind, you knew, deep down, that Loki could very easily make the decision for you. Just one suggestion uttered from his lips and his influence could make you live out the rest of your life here with him and you would be powerless to stop it.

Turning your face to the side, you kissed the inside of Loki’s palm to try and convey some type of affection to make up for your answer. “I love you,” you told him, residing in yourself that he meant his word. He had gone months without holding his influence over you and that wouldn't change now, you thought.

The god wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer as his lips caught yours with a kiss that was soft and fleeting.

When you parted, he pressed his forehead to yours. “Y/n, I…” Before he could find any words, you both paused at a commotion from behind the bedroom door. Loki straightened up, easing you behind him just before the door opened.

Thor and Baldur stood in the doorway, both looking equally as frazzled as their eyes canvassed the room.

“I haven't been to this part of the palace since Mother passed away,” you heard the god of thunder say under his breath.

Loki stiffened at the comment but instead of snarling off, he asked, “Well is there a reason you're here now?”

Both men looked at Loki in such a way that their likenesses mirrored. That furrowed brow, the square jaw, that intense, blue stare. “We wanted to know what Allfather said to you,” Thor pressed bluntly.

Loki clicked his tongue, relaxing a bit. “I'm sure you both know exactly what he had to say.”

It was Baldur who spoke up this time, his voice monotone behind his harsh words. “By the way you acted, you weren't very grateful of his gifts. We wondered if you were going to return to Midgard.”

“Return to Midgard? But I accepted the titles? Why would anyone believe I left?”

The blue eyed pair looked to one another before Thor’s eyes turned towards you. There was only a split second where your eyes met, as if he was trying to tell you something. They quickly went to Loki before he suggested, “You need to go speak with him. Now.”

“Why, is something the matter?”

“We don't know,” Baldur sighed, “But by the way he asked if you returned to Midgard, I would have thought he was about to send the army to find you. It's best if you speak with him right away.”

Loki whipped his head down to catch you wide eyed. Again a new element to the neverending mystic of Asgard. What was Odin up to now?

“Darling, “ he smiled as he reassured you, “Everything is quite alright. You may wait here and I will return as soon as I am finished speaking with Allfather.”

The god of mischief turned to face the others. The three of them had an entire conversation through their glares while you looked between them all.

“Where is he?”

“He's waiting for you in the trophy room,” Baldur spoke quickly as he followed Loki out of the room. You noticed a quick glance from Baldur towards Thor just before leaving you and the god of thunder alone.

Only just now did you realize your heart had been beating harder and harder with all of this excitement. You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath and tried to calm yourself.

Everything was alright, Loki said so. He was giving you time to think about his proposal to have you stay, and this issue with Odin would soon be resolved. He didn't need you worrying, he needed you thinking about your future, about his-

Thor grabbed hold of your hand before you could complete the thought, commanding, “Follow me.”

Your step matched his per his request and you felt a gasp escape your lips. “Where are we going?”

“You're going home.”

“Home?”

The first reaction was to stop walking, halt in your steps. Every part of you screamed out at him to stop.

But you knew his influence wouldn't allow it. Helplessly, you followed, only managing, “Loki asked me to wait for him in his room…”

“Loki doesn't know you're leaving. I assure you, y/n, It's better this way.”

Tears started flooding your eyes, the confusion too much to take anymore. You were so angry, so fed up, so upset, you wanted to scream out loud.

“I don’t understand, please, I can't just leave without telling him goodbye-”

Thor whipped his head to face you, his eyes burning into yours as he warned, “If you don't be quiet, I swear I will make you. We cannot be noticed right now.”

He started to pull on you again, but to your surprise, in all your frustration, your legs froze in place. You no longer followed Thor.

In that split moment, you felt so empowered, so strengthened. You had withstood a god’s influence. But how?

The question was passing in your mind long before a high pitched squeeling erupted in your ears. It was so loud and teeth cringing it felt as though your ear drums would rupture at any minute. Your hands clasped over your ears and you dubbled over, screaming in agony, begging it to stop.

Is this what happened if you fought a god’s order?

You could feel someone grab hold of your shoulder and lift you just enough so that you were forced to release the hold on your ears. Thor roared, “Stop!”

Your whole body cringed at the sharpness in his tone but to your relief the squeeling ceased. Again, Thor grabbed your hand, pulling you up to your feet. “That was a truly stupid thing to do, y/n. I am trying to save your life, I expect you to be a bit more grateful and stop stalling.”

Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you began following him again. “I don't understand, why do I have to leave?” you asked, trying your damnedest to speak softly without your voice cracking. “Loki made it sound like I was going to stay here with him?”

“That's because he doesn't realize Allfather stripped you of your oracle title.”

“What?”

That was a title Loki had given you, how could Odin take it?

And what did that mean for your relationship with the newly named crowned prince?

The god of thunder didn't slow until he came to a tapestry hanging on the wall that depicted the royal family gathered in the throne room. You caught a glimpse of Loki’s stoik face, his green eyes, pale and dull. Seeing his face hurt all the more and you cut your eyes down at your feet as Thor pulled the imagery back to reveal a hidden door. When Thor finally brought you outside into the crisp night air, you felt a chill across your damp cheeks. Thor wasted no time before leading you around the side exit, careful to stay against the castle walls as brought you back towards the city. While your step matched Thor’s, you let your eyes wander around the grounds and take in the scene before you. The sky was a swirl of indigo and violet with bright light stars spring led throughout, all illuminating the dark world of Asgard. The homes were dark, the streets were quiet. All the people that welcomed you slept peacefully in their beds while you were being lead down the alley, still sobbing to yourself.

When you made it to the mouth of the golden massive archway that originally welcomed you here, you hesitated. Looking back and seeing your face, Thor stopped to let you collect yourself.

In the stillness, in the pain, in the emptiness, you couldn't keep back the question that burned in the back of your throat. “Why?”

“Y/n…” he started, but couldn't finish. He knew he was breaking your heart. He knew he was going to break Loki’s.

He was betraying you both and knew it but he couldn't even articulate his reason.

You bowed your head and ran a hand over your face. “You said I'm in danger. Why?”

“Allfather is furious Loki named an oracle without his permission. Not to mention he was meant to be in miserable exile, not off galavanting and falling in love.” Thor hadn't met your gaze, instead he stared back towards the palace. “I don't know all the details but Baldur and I agree, he is planning something. You need to return home, and hopefully he will become so focused on Loki’s coronation that he won't hunt for you.”

“Hunt for me?” you breathed out. It was too surreal.

This time Thor turned to face you, his tone gentle as he expressed, “I know I haven't been the best brother. I know I have done wrong. But you may be surprised to know you and Loki aren't the only ones being affected by these current circumstances. And right now, the best thing for everyone involved, the best thing for you and Loki, is that you leave.”

Your heart sank as the rainbow waves of the bifrost illuminated the way for your exit, but Thor hadn't moved to leave. He was still watching the palace.

“You said Loki and I aren't the only ones affected,” you managed. “How is this hurting you?”

This time you could see the god of thunder tense at your question, and you wondered if he would snap at you again.

Instead he asked something that surprised you.

“You're a journalist for a celebrity magazine. Don't you interview actors for a living? Isn't it your job to know about the ins and outs of our lives?”

Your brow creased at that. “Yeah, I guess?”

Closing the distance between you, his lips lightly brushing your ear, Thor whispered to you, “For just one moment, stop seeing me as Thor, y/n. I'm still Chris Hemsworth. Elsa and I aren't just some god and oracle, we are husband and wife. Now, who is missing?”

You inhaled sharply as you realized what you had never once considered. “Your kids…”

The two of you were interrupted by the sound of fast footsteps when Baldur arrived, breathless. “We don't have much time, they could finish at any moment.”

“How were they when you left?”

“Allfather told Loki that his Midgardian wasn't a true oracle.”

You tried to ask for more, but Thor spoke over you, “How did that fair?”

“Oh, ha,” Baulder snarled. “They both went into a roar.”

“Did Allfather ask to find her?”

Again you tried to speak up, but no one would hear you.

“No, I left before they could give me any attention, they are very distracted-”

Finally, you exploded, “Will you all PLEASE stop talking about this like I'm not standing RIGHT HERE!”

Both Baldur and Thor turned to you, their faces reading quite differently. Thor looked sympathetic, apologetic, but not Baldur. His eyes were just as intense as ever as they fell upon you like the weight of the world.

“You realize we are trying to save your life?” he asked incredulously. “We’re committing treason to do this.”

“I don't recall asking for your help,” you barked back. “You didn't even give Loki a chance to talk things over with Allfather before you started fucking with everything! How do you even know I'm in danger? And why wouldn't you tell Loki before you dragged me out here? How come-”

“Silence!”

Your mouth closed but your eyes were still begging to know more. Baldur looked over to Thor before he stepped towards you, his voice low and threatening. “Let me assure you, lady y/n, I harbor no concern for your safety. I don't know what Thor has told you but my priorities lie with the crown. I will see to it that Loki is crowned as Allfather sees fit.” He was only a breath away, his voice going even darker as he continued. “I don't care what happens to you, because the truth is that you are a tool. You're a tool Loki uses for pleasure and can just as easily be turned into a tool against him. In which case, you become a threat to the crown. You leaving is best for everyone.”

“Ex-Cuse Me?!” You could not believe your ears. How dare he say such things, what gave him the right to insinuate he understood the effort, the love, the support that you and Loki endured during your short relationship? The audacity was completely striking, leaving you more than hot under the collar.

Baldur didn't seem phased one bit by your rage. He stepped back, shrugged his shoulders and pulled up his robes, all before catching eyes with you again.

“Y/n, take one step back.”

You did, annoyed by the involuntary movement.

“Get on your knees.”

Your legs willingly buckled, dropping you so quickly you instinctively splayed your hands out to keep from hitting your face.

“Baldur, perhaps now is not the time-”

“No, Thor, if there's plenty of time for her to argue and demand answers, then there is time for a lesson in one's place in our world.” He turned his attention back to you just as you were raising your head. “Y/n, say I'm a tool.”

You lips parted to speak but your pride held them in.

And just like that, the squeeling sound erupted in your head, so defining you couldn't understand how no one else could hear it. Your hands held your ears and you tucked your head down, but nothing made the sound any more bearable.

It was when Baldur tangled his fingers in your hair to pull you up that you realized just how truly powerless you were. Even though you managed twice now to withstand the influence of two gods, all it resulted in was this crippling pain. You couldn't even fight or pull away.

“Shh,” he soothed, petting your hair back from your tear stained face. “Hush, stop your crying.” When you bit back the tears, you glared up into his blue eyes, certain that if looks could spew venom, he would be poisoned. “I hope you understand now, lady y/n. If I can make you do such simple things, imagine what someone who wanted to hurt Loki could make you do.”

The realization of a god’s true power came into mind, the image of someone using you as a pawn replayed in the back of your head. It wasn't much different than Hela using both you and Elliot to try and taunt Loki into coming murder.

Despite the awful taste it left in your mouth, you had to admit maybe they right.

Maybe Loki would be better off with you gone.

Thor stepped forward now, grabbing Baldur by the shoulder and pulling him away from you. “I believe that the point has been made. Y/n, come. It's time to go.”

You slinked yourself together, standing with your shoulders straight even though it felt you couldn't hold yourself up much longer. The excruciating pain in your head still remained like being hungover from one too many drinks, a lasting reminder of why you don't fight gods.

Baldur, after making a few mumbled comments under his breath, began walking across the bifrost ahead of you. Slowly, you followed with Thor at your side.

After some minutes of painful silence, the god of thunder spoke to you, but you didn't hear.

He repeated himself, “I'm sorry.” At that you had to glance back to see him finish, “Baldur is a bit tense, but he normally isn’t like this. We’re all just a little tense, y/n. You know this isn’t personal.”

“I'm sure,” was all you could say.

Thor was having his own difficulties, but with your nerves so on edge you didn't have time to give him a second thought.

It wasn't until he asked you something that you felt the air leave your chest.

“Do you want me to take away his memory, y/n?”

You froze in place. “Come again?”

“I can make it to where you don't remember him. Or any of this. And you can't mourn a lost lover you cannot remember.”

His solution seemed so simple yet earth shattering.

Forget Loki?

“Would he remember?” you asked softly, keeping your eyes straight ahead. “Or could he forget?”

“Knowing Loki, he would choose to remember.”

That settled it. “If he would choose to remember then so will I. I can't leave him like this and let him be the only one who hurts. That wouldn't be right.”

Thor nodded, lowering his eyes as he commented, “That's quite noble of you.”

You all continued in quiet, like a marching funeral procession. When you finally reached the bifrost tower, Baldur stopped you as Thor came to stand by his side.

“Is he watching?”

Baldur peaked into the room, scanning. “I don't see him…Wait, over there!”

Looking around the corner, you caught a slight glimpse of a golden horn shimmering off the starlight.

Heimdall.

“Can you tell if he is awake?”

“His eyes aren't glowing,” you said to no one in particular. They both passed you a look before realizing your were right. “Besides, I thought Heimdall is blind?”

“He's not necessarily blind,” Baldur explained, his voice barely above a whisper. “He just doesn't have his eyes.”

“What happened to his eyes?”

Thor stood, finally making his way through the entrance as you and Baldur slowly followed. “When Heimdall became keeper of the tower, it was rumored his sight could travel across the realms in a way no other god’s could.”

“So what use is a eyeless watchman?”

“He has many uses if you are the one who wears his eyes.”

You but down on your tongue, realizing the insinuation they were both making. It made sense now, the strange golden color of Odin’s eyes, the intense glowing from the eye sockets of the watcher.

Odin used Heimdall’s eyes to watch the Bifrost portal himself.

The type of man Odin was began to unveil itself to you, a person whom’s own sons were nervous around. A man who simply told someone what they were to do and it was done. A man so committed to being in control that he would take someone else's eyed. A man who could destroy your life as you knew it.

It sounded so far fetched it was hard to wrap your mind around, but the plan Baldur and Thor had now seemed perfect. They used Odin’s anger with Loki to distract him enough that he wouldn't notice the use of the Bifrost.

In theory, a decent idea; the only problem-

the Bifrost was dark. What was once an array of cascading colors now a blank wall of nothingness.

You watched uselessly as the men scurried around in the dimly lit room, practically bouncing off walls while they searched for what you had to guess was the way to turn the Bifrost back on.

You took a few timid steps towards Heimdall, reveling in his dramatic stature. It was then that you noticed a large sword in his arms.

“Damn,” Thor cursed when he saw it, too. He walked to your side just before Baldur threw up his hands in defeat.

“How are we supposed to activate the portal with this monstrosity holding the key?”

The god of thunder sighed, stretching out his shoulders as he commented, “You take y/n to the opening. I'll get it running.”

“Thor, exactly what are you-”

The words couldn't come out fast enough, because just as Baldur was taking your hand in his, Thor had simply reached over Heimdall’s leg and pulled the sword from him. You and Baldur headed for where the Bifrost would light up just as Thor stabbed the weapon into the ground.

And Heimdall’s eyes shot open.

There was a sudden shockwave that erupted, like the surge of an earthquake, nearly tripping you up but Baldur caught your before you could face plant.

You looked over your shoulder in time to see Heimdall rise and go towards Thor, sending a wave of terror over you.

“This is ludicrous!” Baldur screamed at the god of thunder. But despite his words, the portal began to glow.

Heimdall, finally realizing what was happening, turned to face you, but Baldur stepped between you.

“Gatekeeper, stand down-”

His smooth talk was cut short when Thor grabbed hold of the horn of Heimdall’s helmet, making his head whip around and face him just as he brought a fist across his cheek.

Looking past the fight, something green caught your gaze. It was then that what had begun so quickly all seemed to freeze. You couldn't hear the others, couldn't make out what was happening.

The world simply froze as you realized it was Loki you were seeing, standing there, jaw dropped, in the entryway of the tower.

His mouth moved but you couldn't make put the words over everyone else's roars.

It was then that Odin came into view and you truly felt your heart beat intensity.

“Y/n, now!”

You could hear Baldur, could feel his hand take a firm grip of your shoulder.

But you couldn't look away from Loki and those shattered eyes.

Baldur, blue eyes blazing, ordered you, “Turn around, y/n!”

You did so, seeing the waves of light washing down the wall like a waterfall of colors just before tears began pouring down your face.

How could something so beautiful make you so sad?

“Step through the Bifrost!”

Your foot instinctively tried to follow the command but you stopped yourself, just enough to turn.

Before the mind numbing pain of fighting a god’s influence enveloped you, you locked eyes with him one last time.

“Loki,” you started, “I-”

The sound exploded in your ears before the words could come out and the last thing you felt was a hamd, flat on your chest, push you backwards through the portal.

~~~~~

Loki watched helplessly from the other side of the tower as you fell back into the void that was the bifrost.

Just like that, Thor, with half his shirt torn off in his scuffle, plucked the sword from the ground and held it out to Heimdall. Confused, the gatekeeper took it.

“What is the meaning of this disruption!” Odin bellowed. Baldur and Thor stood side by side before their king, heads hanging as neither offered a word.

Loki stood, dumbfounded by the entire display. “Did you just send y/n back to Midgard?” he asked Thor, stunned beyond anything else.

“She requested to return home,” Thor lied. “She said this was all too much for her.”

Loki’s perceptive eyes bounced between the two of them, noting the ‘please understand’ look his own brother was giving him.

“Did you erase her memories?” the god of mischief asked, his voice quite steady but his eyes glassed over. “Is she going to remember me?”

Baldur and Thor shared a look before Thor quietly answered, “Her memories are gone, brother.”

Loki lowered his head, biting down on his lip as he let the weight of those words fall on him.

“I suppose that solves the dilemma of having to deal with the mortal,” Odin spoke, his words holding a finality on the matter. “Not everyone can handle the world of gods, my son.” His hand came down, hard and heavy, on Loki’s shoulder just before steering him back towards the bridge.

Over his shoulder, he shot Baldur a nod of approval before disappearing to the night.

When left alone, Baldur and Thor began to make their walk back to the palace.

“You played me,” the god of thunder accused under his breath. “I can't believe I believed you.”

“I didn't play you…” Baldur tried to defend, but he was cut short.

“Then how did he get here so fast, Baldur?” the god roared. “How did he know we would be here, Heimdall was asleep, no guards saw us!”

“Thor-”

“And though we have committed treason, used the Bifrost without his permission, he hardly even gave us a second look. ADMIT IT! He told you to trick me into helping you throw y/n from Asgard!”

Silence.

Thor turned like he would start walking again, but he just couldn't hold it in. “You tricked me into staying here for all these months. You tricked me into bringing Elsa here, so now neither of us can be with our children. Then you said all I needed to do was bring Allfather Loki and y/n. You said I could go home and be with my family. Instead, you lead me to believe y/n has to leave or else she would be harmed, and as always, I believed you.”

Baldur stopped in his tracks, folding his arms over his chest as he mocked, “You say I've done all these things, but it's Allfather who is keeping you here, Thor. I am merely passing his words, I am no more responsible that a piece of parchment with orders written on them.”

“This is just like when we were children and you would hide behind Mother! You make choices, Baldur. Terrible, terrible choices and you do everything Allfather asks of you without wondering, for a single second, how your choices are going to hurt those around you.”

“I am merrily being a dutiful son-”

“To a man who will NEVER allow you to call him father.”

At that both men grew dangerously quiet, standing miles above the Asgardian sea on the iridescent rainbow bridge.

“Do you think I don't realize the consequences of my actions?” Baldur asked. “Because I will see her face in my dreams tonight, Thor. I will see the look y/n gave me just before I pushed her through that portal for many restless night.”

At that, Thor scoffed, passing Baldur in a way so that his shoulder caught his, nearly knocking him back. “Unlikely,” the god of thunder mumbled, “Because if you saw the face of everyone who's lives you ruined in the name of Allfather, I'm certain you'd never sleep.”

~~~~~

Everything hurt.

It hurt bad.

Pain was the only thing you mind could collect right now, the immense physical and mental deprivation threatening to tear you apart. Your back laid flat against the earth, your hands palm up and stiff. You blinked, unable to clearly see anything. Had you gone blind on impact?

“Y/n?”

Someone, a man, called your name out. You tried to answer but no words left your lips.

Blinking more, you were able to see that you were in darkness staring up at the night sky. Trying to move, you were able to look around and recognize you were where Thor had brought you and Loki to use the Biftost.

Again you heard your name.

“I'm…. Here…” you called out weakly.

A light moved over your head, a flashlight, whipping rapidly around you.

“I'm. Here.”

The sound of small branches crunching under heavy feet came closer and closer until finally someone came to your side. The flashlight blinded you at first but as it moved from your face, you were relieved to see David, the driver for Tom Hiddleston.

“Don't worry, y/n, I got cha.” He kneeled beside you, cradling your neck as he lifted you from the dirt.

“How did you…”

“Shhh,” he spoke softly, “We can talk later, let's get you home.”

Side note: in case anyone was wondering (and also because I have to share little tidbits liek this) Baldur is meant to be portrayed by Liam Hemsworth ^_^

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