#DREW THIS AGES AGO TEEHEE HI

[mystewion]

ok ok hear me out... old man... yuri? unless? 🙈

[chthonicgodling]

Does Neo straighten their hair?

I was sO DELIGHTED TO RECEIVE THIS ASK as this is a yes or no question that I will be answering with paragraphs lmfao. OOPS!

Nope, she doesn’t straighten it - Neo’s hair is naturally straight! “But april,” you may be saying, “wtf I’ve seen art of neo when she was younger and she had VERY curly hair so what are you talking about??”

(Uhhh????

??????

weeeellll!! Neo’s hair WAS also naturally curly, from birth until age 13. As we know, Neo’s been the Fated goddess of Gentle Death since.,, well. conception (Thanatos’ cosmic replacement teehee). though Tory and Maci had always wanted Neo to begin training into her realm at the age of 15, after Neo ended up with her scythe at 10 yo and caused inadvertent turmoil amongst the palace, the culmination of all that was a compromise agreement that Neo could begin her death goddess training two years early with olympian Ares, (death god adjacent).

And during her very first reaping, there was a moment, after Neo severed the soul of this dying mortal from its body. She took its hand, and that simple grasp triggered her eternally Fated Realm, her powers as Gentle Death Incarnate, Grim Reaper, Death Itself, to rush all in and activate the beginning of her full power. Before Tory and Ares’ stunned eyes, all of Neo’s curls unraveled right then and there, never to return. I ACTUALLY DREW THIS HERE WHEN IT HAPPENED BACK IN 2020!

Her hair is pin straight forever now and absolutely will not hold a curl or any sort of style haha it just cosmically falls out. In fact she can barely part her hair OUT of her pigtails! her hair melts into the hood of her traditional grim reaper garb when she shifts (NOTE: in canon Neo has NOT yet realized she has an entire grim reaper form she can shift into - but she will! actually! seen here! GASPSSspspss) and that’s why it’s the way that it is lmao. Fate designated pigtails….

fun fact though!!!. Baby Neo’s very curly hair - and also the very curly hair of her younger brothers Celos & Pyralis, AND her younger half sisters Skiophoros & Korakinos - is actually all from Tory. Tory straightens HIS hair and his hair IS naturally that curly. shh! (I’m realizing now I’ve literally never drawn that….. One day.)

ANYWAYY thank you for asking hahahhh The elysiumverse has been around for so long that when Neo was BORN over a decade ago, curly baby, Fenixe and I had plotted her hair transformation literally that long ago. and it was so exciting to get there after waiting literally that many years. THE PAYOFFFFFF

[amerrierworld]

Babysitter (pt 8)

Thor (Ragnarok) - fanfiction

Pt 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Characters: Hela x fem!reader, Tony, Nat, Thor

Word Count: 1,474

Warning: angst angst angst angst

You don't know how long you stood at your shattered window for. Your fingers were numb from gripping the windowsill and it had begun to rain. 

A warm hand covered your own and pulled you gently away before you caught a cold. Natasha sat you down in the living room and Tony set to work on your window. Thor handed you a cup of tea, and you could taste a shot of something had been added, but you welcomed it warmly.

“Should be fixed in no time, Y/N,” Tony was the first to speak up. Natasha sat next to you on the couch, staying quiet. Thor was pacing back and forth, impatiently.

“We have to find her,” he growled.

“No, we don’t,” Nat retorted. “Wherever she is, it’ll be a waste of time tracking her down.”

“She may know something about Thanos!”

“I doubt that, big boy,” Tony sighed. “If she knew something about Thanos, you  really think she would’ve waited here with Y/N until we all came looking for her? If I’d been her, I would’ve fled ages ago.”

“You don’t know my sister, Stark.”

“Well, clearly you don’t either.”

“If you knew what Hela was capable of-,”

“Please, be quiet,” you said, softly. The two men ceased their bickering and looked at you. Tony crossed his arms and sighed.

“Wanna tell us what happened?”

“I- I don’t know, okay? She.. we became close, that’s all. I liked her. I think she liked me too.”

“Y/N, she’s a merciless killing machine,” Thor spat. “She cannot be trusted!”

“She didn’t kill me, did she? She had plenty of chances, but never killed me. Nor did she ever run away even after she was free.”

“And why exactly did you free her?” Natasha asked. 

“Because I trusted her. I trust her still. She didn’t hurt any of you, nor me. She’s just protecting herself.”

“And then she ran off and left you alone. Very trustworthy.”

“It’s not that simple!” You slammed the cup on the coffee table, angry tears streaming down your face now. “It’s not fair. You guys can’t just come in here and- and fuck everything up!”

Startled, the three looked at you, quiet for once. 

“She- she was wonderful. Better than anyone I’d ever met! And then you fucked it up. And now I’m alone, again, because you guys refuse to ever talk to anyone!”

You were gasping for breath as you cried, and Nat hesitantly drew your into a hug. You slumped in her hold.

“Instead, you just come in here with weapons ablaze, and scare the shit out of both of us. I thought.. this time, I really thought...”

You blinked more prickly tears away.

“We’re sorry, Y/N. But it’s over now, and she’s not coming back,” Natasha said. “You think she’ll come back after what’s happened?”

“She wouldn’t just... leave. She has no where to go.”

“I doubt that,” Thor interrupted. “She has plenty of places around here she can fit right into. Maybe a goth band.”

Natasha threw a pillow at him.

“Y/N, come with us. Your place needs to get cleaned up. We’ll get you sorted out, and it’ll get better, okay?” Natasha cooed you quietly. “But you can’t think about her right now, nor can you trust her.”

“She killed thousands of people without a second thought, and almost killed me, too,” Thor said. “If it came down to it, she would kill you too.”

You felt numb. Part of you screamed outrage at what they were saying, but you felt like you had no other choice. You had no idea what was going to happen next, and now you were alone again, unsafe and vulnerable. At least the Avengers stuck around, right? Maybe Hela really was just waiting for a wait out.

You heart ached and you felt tears welling up again, but you quietly nodded. Natasha helped you pack a bag and Tony set the security locks for your place before you shut everything off and locked the door behind you.

-

Hela’s lungs were on fire from gasping for so long. Not because she was out of breath from running, but she was out of breath from crying. Cold tears stung her cheeks as she finally came to a halt somewhere deep in the city. Car horns and chatter sounded all around her.

She paced on a stretch of sidewalk for a few moments, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to keep your scream out of her head. The way you pleaded, cried out, struggled to help, was burned into her memory. It hurt more than all the memories of people she’d killed, all the blood she had spilled, and her heart broke over and over again.

Her eyes shifted to glance behind her every few moments, expecting a hammer-wielding God or a man in armour to come charging at her at any moment. The idea of being blamed for Thanos’ work or having to face him or the grief of your friends terrified her. Thanos was not something she could face, at least not in the state she was in now. 

Her body ached from the sudden exercise and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wanted to eat something, Hela decided. Not that she needed to, but she wanted to. 

Snatching a hotdog off of a lonely vendor, the man shouted at her at first, but one glare shut him up. There was a kid with a hotdog staring at her as she devoured it, mustard dripping on his shirt that depicted a star surrounded by  white and red rings.

“Are you an Avenger?” he asked, gawking. She looked at him, incredulous, wondering if you would’ve been mad if she killed this kid on the spot just out of spite. Instead, she raised her foot and nudged him until he stumbled and dropped his hotdog. Amid his sniffly cries, Hela grabbed another hotdog and marched away, fuming. 

She could no longer feel the impending doom of the past few days, and she realized it really had been a sign of Thanos’ incoming attack. Her mind ached with worry, something she wasn’t used to. She was worried about you and your loved ones, and even the Avengers. Even her asshole of a brother who tried to kill her multiple times. 

She’d become soft and caring, Hela realized. She snorted despicably at the sensation, but it ached with a need for comfort as well. Your comfort. She wanted to be back in your home, with cozy heating and food for days. But if it meant you being in danger, she’d have to hang out here in the slumps of the city, in secret, until she could figure out how to protect you and what to do next. 

Hela passed an ice cream shop. She had learned what shops were here, how they worked, and what to do, but she con’t be arsed at the moment to follow any of the etiquette you had advised her on.

Stomping inside, she demanded the largest portion of green tea ice cream they had. Their diner TV was on, news of the ‘Blip’ keeping all their attention.

“Unusual flavour!” the worker at the cash register commented, clearly flustered by a customer acting normally for once. “Extra large then?”

“Give me the whole tub,” she ordered, eyeing the container that a co-worker was scooping ice cream out of.

“Sorry, ma’am, we can’t do that, you’ll have to order a size-,”

Hela lifted her leg and smashed the cash register, bills fluttering in the air. “Now.”

Trembling, they did as she asked, and she took the ice cream scoop that came with it as well. On the way out, she kicked the door hard enough that the glass in it shattered too. 

You had once told her, humorously, how many people your age would binge-eat ice cream and other sweets when heart-broken. Now, Hela understood why. 

She wasn’t worried about the Avengers fighting her. Clearly, they were more concerned with you and half their population disappearing than with tracking her down. 

People took no notice of her, they seemed accustomed to people walking down their streets with horns coming from their heads and carrying a freezing cold tub of ice cream. 

Hela walked far enough until she reached the supermarket you had taken her on her first trip out in New York. She bunkered down next to a homeless fellow sitting by the front door. He had a little cap on the ground with a few meagre coins tossed in it, and he was clearly startled by the angry goth woman coming to sit next to him, chomping ice cream. 

She offered him some, he refused, and so she kept eating in silence, glued to the spot, despite the cold weather and stares.

And that was how Loki found her. 

A/N: cliffhanger teehee !

taglist: @midnight-lestrange​ @cheerfullyvenomous @germansarechill @gaylorrds @amii-nyc @waitingfortheendtocome @novakitten0901 @marvels-writings (pls let me know if I’ve missed you or want to be added to the tag list!)

[kiseki-no-scenarios]

hi hi! can i please have some headcanons/ scenario (sfw/nsfw whatever you feel like doing

Teehee, thanks for giving me free reign on this, anon! This is an idea I’ve been playing around with a lot lately, so I hope you enjoy!

GOM being jealous of their son spending time with wife!Reader

Akashi

Imagine a carbon copy of Akashi Seijuro, and that is his son

You were proud of your son Seiji and all his accomplishments, and he was every bit the perfectionist that his father was

In addition to being an excellent student and basketball player, Seiji was also an amazing son who cared about his mother deeply

So much so that father and son often got into debates and arguments over who was taking up too much of your time

You really thought that they were being childish, but little did you know that sometimes, it was like war was going down in the Akashi household

“I’ll cancel my business trip and stay with you, _____.”

“Seijuro, you can’t do that!” You replied, hiding your cough with your elbow as Akashi drew up the blankets around you, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “We’ve talked about this and how important it is for you to go. Besides, Seiji will be here, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“That’s right, father.” You watch as your son, Seiji, a carbon copy of his father with his crimson hair and piercing red eyes walks up to you, taking a seat by your side as he sets a bowl of tofu soup in front of you. “Go worry about your business. I will take care of mother in your absence.”

You were too focused on the delicious aroma of the hot and freshly cooked tofu soup that you weren’t aware of the sparks that flew between the gazes of father and son.

Midorima

Midorima’s son, Shohei, is more open about his feelings than Midorima is

I can see him being the polar opposite of Midorima when it comes to Oha Asa, he thinks it’s a ridiculous thing to believe in which Midorima is all like GASP

Lives to tease his father and make his life miserable, and is probably best friends with Takao-the two of them often team up together to make Midorima suffer and play pranks on carrot-kun

Is always very open to giving you compliments and telling you how much he loves the food you cook, etc.

Then behind your back your son will stick out his tongue at Midorima

“Honestly, Shin, I’m not sure what you’re so worried about.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Shohei’s at that stage where he likes spending time with his mom, and personally I love it!”

“…He’s doing it to get on my nerves.” Midorima huffs, squeezing his arms around you tighter as the two of you laid in bed together.

“Shin.” You scold Midorima gently. “He’s only in middle school, he’s still a baby!”

Midorima was about to reply, but was cut off by a soft knock at the door. “Mom?”

“Shohei!” Worried, you jump out of bed immediately, opening the door to see your son, biting his lip and looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“The thunder, it’s loud…”

“Aww, I guess it’s okay if you wanna sleep with us tonight.” Leading your son over to the bed, you busy yourself with finding another set of pillows and blankets, completely missing the death glare that MIdorima sends to your son, while Shohei only smiles innocently.

Kise

Another one who is a carbon copy of his father

Following in his father’s footsteps, Riki is trying to get scouted as a model-so the first time that he attends a photoshoot and is featured in a magazine, you’re wanting to be a supportive mom

You praise Riki for the awesome job that he’s doing, and he uses this as ammunition to tease his father

Kise is as attention loving as ever, so he whines and complains whenever he sees that Riki is stealing your attention, and doesn’t go easy on him even though he’s his kid

After you left the room, Riki turned and smiled triumphantly at his father. “Mom thinks I look cool!! You’re getting old, dad!”

“How dare you speak to your dad that way!” Kise faked-sobbed, wiping at his eyes before his gaze narrowed and his eyes grew dark in its intensity. “Rikicchi, you’re 10 years too soon to think you could win over me!!”

“Yeah, because I’m young and better looking.”

“_____-cchi!! Listen to all the mean things our son is saying about me!!” ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Aomine

His son is as much of a prodigy at basketball as his father is

Imagine that his son is a copy of middle-school Aomine before all the angst happened

Aomine’s been watching his son’s progress with pride, but soon his son starts getting arrogant and begins to challenge his father to competitions

Aomine’s too lazy to care much about it until he sees that you’re starting to praise Daisuke and giving him all your attention

Which irritates him and makes him take things seriously and want to show his son exactly who he’s messing with

Aomine cuffs the back of his son’s head lightly, ignoring the annoyed “Ow!” erupting from the shorter, dark-haired male.

“Oi, you better not start thinking that you’ve got your old man beat, ‘Suke.” Aomine warns, spinning the basketball in his hand.

“All you do is laze around!” Daisuke shot back, knocking the ball out of Aomine’s hand. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me, old man!”

“Oh, you’re on.” Aomine smirked, dropping into his stance. “The only one that can beat me, is-“

“Daiki, that line stopped being cool ages ago!”

“Oi, ______! I’m tryin’ teach our son a thing or two!”

Murasakibara

A big momma’s boy, loves hanging out with his mom and learning to bake

Definitely has an appetite that rivals his father’s, although for the most part the two of them get along pretty well because of their similar personalities

Murasakibara isn’t very jealous cause most times he doesn’t feel the energy to need to be jealous, but he starts to get pouty when you end up spending all of your free time with your son instead of him

His son is tall, but Murasakibara is still taller so he uses that to his advantage whenever he wants to hound you for your undivided attention.

“_____-chin.” Murasakibara’s got his hands wrapped around you from behind, his chin settled on your head as you try to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

“Atsushi, I can’t get anything done if you keep holding me like that!”

“Make Aki-chin do it.” Murasakibara stated stubbornly, glaring at his purple-haired son. “You should rest and eat snacks with me…”

“Mom…” You were weak to Akira’s puppy dog eyes as he tugged at your shirt. Even though his height was soon to surpass yours, you couldn’t see him as anything other than the adorable baby boy you brought into the world.

“Later, Atsushi. Akira and I have to finish cleaning up the kitchen, okay?” You turned your head and kissed Murasakibara’s cheek, hoping to soothe his impatience.

“Mmm…” Atsushi frowned, shooting his son an unhappy glare as Akira smirked behind your turned back, sticking out his tongue at his father.

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[barricadebops]

for the history ask

5, 17, 18 (teehee), and 24 please! xoxo

Thanks for the ask my friend!! (Also, I’m getting to answering your texts, sorry it’s taking me so long.)

#5: Historical figure we should talk more about?

I got this question multiple times so I’m going to give a different answer each time, so this time’s answer is Sultan Razia Sultana, the Delhi Sultanate’s woman sultan that often gets ignored when discussing famous women leaders. She was a badass leader. Her father, Sultan Iltumish, had named her heir apparent to the throne because he was so impressed by the way she had managed his duties while he had left for the Gwalior campaign, and when he was questioned for his decision, he had informed the nobles that she was more capable than any of his other sons (or so the legend goes--historians who have studied the ascension of Razia to the throne have differing opinions.) Instead, however, after his death, her half brother usurped the throne with the help of his mother, Shah Turkan,  who orchestrated a plot to have Razia murdered in Delhi. What ended up happening was that he was a really shitty ruler, the people began to  grow rebellious, and so Razia seized the moment to instigate rebellion against Shah Turkan and her half brother. Armed with the support of the people, she was placed on the throne, and according to the Futuh-as-Salatin, ordered the people to get rid of her if they were unsatisfied with her rule. Razia was strong and asserting, and really should be getting talked about quite a bit more. 

#17: Opinion on military history?

I think that if military history is someone’s thing, then like yeah, they can go for it. It’s not exactly my thing to study battle tactics and strategy and all, but some people do find interest in it, and it is important to understand figures in history and how certain battles have shaped people and nations. What I can’t stand are those boys--you know what kind I’m talking about--who aren’t even interested in the plans and strategies or anything, they just care about the casualty toll and about the guns and different weapons used. At that point it’s not about the history, it’s about their obsession with the weapons and the deaths.

#18: The battle you know most facts about?

You already know the answer to this question...but little did you know that there are MULTIPLE answers to this question. 

YES, the Battle of Waterloo is one of the battles I know the most about, but it’s not like it was willingly, like I went out of my way to learn lmao, good old Victor Hugo wanted to make sure my education in the Battle of Waterloo was extensive. And now because of good old Vicky, I can tell everyone all about how Waterloo’s battlefield can be imagined as an “A” and how maybe Napoleon lost because it rained a day before. Anyways, who wants to hear me talk about Cambronne screaming “Merde!” at the English and how that’s a foreshadow to Enjolras throwing away his rifle stump and saying “Go ahead and shoot me!” to the National Guard once he’s cornered at the collapse of the rebellion?

I also know quite a bit about the Battle of the Plains of Abraham of 1759, thank you seventh grade social studies. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a significant battle in Canadian history because Marquis de Montcalm’s loss, surrender, and death at the hands of General James Wolfe’s English forces led to the loss of France’s established New France colonies, including Quebec, which led to a lot of turmoil and conflict regarding Quebecois people in Canada that would continue until...well, forever. 

#24: What made you fall in love with history?

I honestly don’t know! There was just something that drew me into the subject. Maybe it’s the stories of past that we have to learn from. There’s just something just so fascinating about learning of the people who came before us, learning of cultures and the way life progressed. There’s something chilling about standing somewhere incredibly old (in terms of human life) and knowing that centuries ago, someone from, for example, the 500s stood there (I would really like to go visit Europe and go see a castle y’all.) Thinking about language and culture and beliefs at the time is so crazy to think about.

As for how it may have started, I’m going to take a guess, and NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO LAUGH AT ME FOR THIS, but I think it started with my obsession with Percy Jackson in the fourth grade. BEFORE YOU ALL COME FOR ME, yes I know Greek mythology isn’t history, but it was that concept that made me interested in Greco-Roman history, and then I read about how the Roman empire fell and much of Europe fell into the Middle Ages and I started reading about that, and then my dad told me that I shouldn’t fall into the white people trap (LMAO) and that I should learn about my own people’s history too, so I started reading about South Asian history too, and then I just kept reading because all this history is just so fascinating.

[lewiselder]

are you following me? a short, dumb story

helloooooooo

i know i know i know.

but lewis! your last post was only like 2 weeks ago and you usually wait 8 ridiculous months between posts!

i know dude but this dumb thing happened yesterday and i thought it was funny, so here i am logging into tumblr. 

let’s get straight to it.

i’m back in STL for a couple weeks to visit my mom and grandparents and cat. it’s hot and humid and beautiful. i love st louis so fucking much! 

ted drewes! gooey butter cake! chocolate drop cookies from missouri baking co! gus’s pretzels! companion bakery! nelly doing backflips in that vid where he beats allen iverson in a half court shot contest (yes that is a real video and it is incredible and never forget charlamagne tha god said the only celebrity he ever thought might really beat his ass on air was nelly). 

so this was yesterday, july 25th, a wednesday. i had spent the day working in a coffee shop and then went to the brentwood ymca to workout. i’m sitting on a bench in the Y between sets, and this middle aged white dude comes up to me.

guy: “are you following me?” 

me: *looking up from my phone* wat

guy: *in an over emphasized teehee jokey joke tone* are you followin’ meee?!

me: *scrunching up my face*

me: *again* wat

guy: *doing about the jokey-est voice fucking humanly possible and adding in some comedic hand gestures for emphasis* 

heh are you followin’ me?! are ya stalkin’ meee?!

me: dude do i know you?

guy: *face dropping a little* oh heh heh, no! i was in the coffee shop earlier! and now i see you here...

me: ohhhhh ha okay. yeah bro im a lot more recognizable than you are lol. 

when i said this, he had a good 2 seconds where he looked exactly like that lady thinking of math meme

yes that classic! he did that exact face.

guy: *in much lower voice*  heh aw yea- azsexrdcf gkl... *mumbles unintelligibly and just turns around and walks away lol*

that was it! close curtains. throw roses.

i wanted to write about this one because it was so simple, short, and i really found it funny.

this guy saw me, lewis, a person with a clear cut distinguishing physical feature [my arm for new readers >_>] and made a subconscious mental note. later, he saw that same person (me, lewis) with that same clear cut distinguishing physical feature in a second location!

woah! he must’ve thought. 

and in this guy’s NPC ass head, he assumed, well i remember that guy, so he must remember me too! 

wrong! 

sorry, buddy. unlike me, for better or for worse, you do not stick out. i couldn’t pick you out of a lineup. if you went missing, i would have accidentally told the cops i’ve never seen that man before in my life! you look like everybody. i didn’t see you, i didn’t notice you, and i sure as hell didn’t remember you. shit i’m sitting here right now, less than 24 hours later, and i can’t remember what you look like. 

i watched him have this realization in real time. 

multiple times a year i have people whom (does whom go here or is it who?) i’ve never met come up to me in the most random situations and tell me they remember me from X. we played baseball against you in 4th grade! i had a class with you in college! you tried to fight my friend during a rec league basketball game!

being physically disabled can be exhausting for a multitude of reasons. but one of the perks, besides the fact that i pre-board airplanes with impunity, is that i am indeed unique. my arm, and consequently the body sack it’s attached to, is seared into the mind grapes (if you get that reference hit me up right the fuck now to collect your prize) of thousands of people all over the world, from ymca to shining ymca. 

it’s simultaneously one of the annoying and rewarding parts of being physically disabled. depends on the context and my mood and how recently i’ve eaten a cookie.

anyway, that’s it. 

no, random generic background character guy, i don’t remember you and i’m not following you.

if anything, you’re following me. 

*if you read this far and you’re ever in STL i will legitimately give you all of the city’s best spots and secrets, pls do hmu*