#EPIC MY ONE AND ONLY TRUE LOVE

[mushtoons]

MR JALAPENO!!!! RELEASE ACT 2 OF EPIC!!! AND MY LIFE!!! IS URS !!!!!!

I NEED THE FULL SONG OF GET IN THE WATER

[reya-eats-art]

If you're new hereeee,,,,, welcome to the fridge!

Anyways,

Listened to EPIC while drawing this for the whole 3hrs,,,, hm.. i have come to the realization that maybe this is what EPIC does to people...

[crispy-critter]

hey guys remember the time zelda became a magical girl

closeups under the cut :>

[werewolfdog]

This is the OC my love and I have been focusing on this past week with its project series and ngl, I'm really happy and proud with what we got so far!

M.un G.ae-b.yul was a feral child raised in a group of dogs, and then wolves when escaped from the hospital for the first time, before at age six, it was adopted into an abusive infamous clan of G.aeshin / Soulhound users who had leashed on dog spirits for their cruel benefits. G.ae-b.yul endured various forms of abuse from its clan until on a full moon when it was fourteen, its family disappeared, leaving behind only blood and bones. No one knew what happened to them and neither did G.ae-byul. G.ae-byul decided to leave human society and lived in the wilderness for four years until it was captured by a secret independent syndicate that studied and experimented on the supernatural beings. During its time at the laboratory, G.ae-b.yul learned it was a product of a L.ycanthrope and C.ynanthrope, being a rare specimen: L.yncyanthrope. When a full moon occurred— a blood moon— G.ae-b.yul transformed with greater power that could withstand the guards' grasps and slaughtered everyone in the syndicate. Old enough to become aware of the actions it committed across its' life, including with its murdered adoptive family, it ran from the location until the exhaustion took over it, only to wake up in a different side of the world where l.ycanthropic packs live. It found itself deep within the home of the Wild Bright that a legendary Leader once led— someone who was its l.ycanthropic father. Upon being given an offer from a wise Healer to join that was accepted for a reconnection with its true self-identity and heritages, G.ae-b.yul was deemed to be the grandest outcast of the l.ycanthropic society, especially for its relation to the S.oulhound users lineage. Although bearing exceptional skills in healing and endurance with a great star borne heart, it has been gradually becoming a brighter addition before it is allowed to stay on two sides of the world: One in humanity and another in monstrosity.

[im-smart-i-swear]

guy trapped in a hell of his own creation: haha ive never done anything wrong in my entire life. and im always right:] anyway. why did my little brother move out:(

its so funny to me that at first glance tashi seems like hed be the most 'normal' out of all the clones but at least all the others are slowly healing n shit while hes just getting more and more insane each day and one day hell snap and explode and maim someone

[moe-broey]

Imagine, jf you would. Divorced guy Lif

[toxinoire]

No because if you think of it, Polites probably doesn't hold onto guilt.

"I see in you face you have so much guilt inside your heart. So why not replace it and light up the world?"

Replace.

Polites is happy and energetic

But bro has no regret about the blood on his hands.

The man is a soldier, he was with the crew during the Trojan war.

The man has killed people.

He's a not a baby boy, he's a sunshine boy. There's a difference. The only baby boy in Epic is Telemachus.

...At least I hope he stays as one.

need people to stop "uwu baby boy"-ing Polites

that man killed people

[kyri45]

And when the day kisses the night you know that, even after the dark, the light will shine on a new sunrise.

AT LONG LAST.

AT LONG.

LAST.

THE BITCHES. FINALLY. KISSED!!!!!!!

SHADOWPEACH IS OFFICIALLY CANON!!1!1!1 (in the au)

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV/ FIRST / NEXT )

Next part is coming on February 8th, 1PM ET

You can bet your ass they kept making out on the way to heaven.

More rambling and Horizontal and vertical versions of the kiss under the cut!

Well, what can I say. It's been a long journey, but the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU can finally be officially a "Shadowpeach-canon" AU ahah. Hopefully the slow-burn wasn't too painful. I put my heart on my sleeve when I say that I swore to myself that as soon as the two bitches completely, fully forgive each other, then, and only then, they could have their moment.

Then, something something-having your true form while doing an act/saying something means showing the honesty of what you are saying/doing-something something

I laughed my ass off so many times while drawing panel 7 bc like- Mac is just "omg this idiot is so stupid, he's my idiot, I love him so much"

lastly, finally, FINALLY, I don't have to hold back anymore! Prepare yourself, Im gonna go full blast with these bitches. If you thought whatever they were doing before was gay, BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. this story might as well turn intp a FWP (plot? what plot? fluff without plot)

hehe mac in panel 17 is like "oh NO U DON'T! PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE IT BELONGS

Maybe this is not as epic or as a boom as the spicynoodle kiss. But that's kind of the point. They are the doomned toxic yaoi who healed in the past 6 months. They have always been together kind of. A kiss is just one of the hundreds other actions and words they shared during all the other parts of the story. They loved each other well before this chapter. So a kiss is just a natural course of them re-discovering each other and their intimacy. They sleep together (literally sleeping together, not sex yet) they comfort each other at their lowest, they saw each other inner selfs, they call each other nicknames, they call each other beautiful. I mean this was less of a "Slow Burn" and more a "put it in the microwave cause it got cold so that it slowly get warm again, but the food was already cooked"

[thebestsetter]

Would you fall in love with me again?

• Synopsis: he knew football changed him. That's why he couldn't help but be scared. Would you still love him the same?

• Characters: Kunigami Rensuke (post Wild Card), Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser

• TW: Kaiser had an episode, the f word like one time

• A/N: EPIC consumed my mind.

𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕚 ℝ𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖

He was different.

That was the first thing you noticed when Kunigami Rensuke, your boyfriend, knocked at your door on a random wednesday after disappearing for 7 months to go to some "Blue Lock" project.

"Is it really you?" You asked, voice dripping with doubt and love at the same time. Your knuckles were white from how strong your hold on the door was "Or am I dreaming once again?"

"I am not the man you feel in love with" he said, his deep voice wavering, not even giving you a proper 'Hello, how are you?' after so long "I am not your calm and gentle boyfriend. I've changed. For good"

You stayed silent, though it was not by choice. You were just so, so overwhelmed by emotions that it seemed like you had forgotten how to speak. Your tongue felt heavy inside your mouth, and your eyes were wide, unmoving, despite the tears threatning to spill from them, almost as if if you blinked, Kunigami, your house and everything else around you would disappear, and this would be nothing more than one of the countless dreams you had with him.

"Kuni" you started, getting closer. Your hand perfectly cupped his cheeks, as if it was meant to be there, and he instantly leaned in, almost like it was second nature. You caressed the dark circles under his eyes, and you were sure you had similar ones from the nights spent locked in your room, crying and missing him "What kind of things did you do?"

"I gave up on my hero ideology" he lifted one of his hands and put it right above yours, still on his cheeks "As I destroyed friends and teammates like they were objects I could use" he closed his eyes, basking in your warmth. Gently, he kissed the inner part of your wrist and sighed in relief, almost as if he was still convincing himself that you were, indeed, very real "And I am not the love you once knew"

The tears that were in your eyes finally fell. You could feel his hands trembling - if you were feeling scared, he was terrified. Terrified that you would reject him. Terrified to be cast away from your life. Terrified of who he became.

"Well, if that's true" you swallowed hard, blinking as more tears kept coming "Could you do me a favour? Just a moment of labour, I swear. Could you please pick up that flower over there?" You pointed to a Baby's breath, neatly arranged at the floor, beside the door "I think it's whitering. Could you carry it over? Take it far away from here, please"

Rensuke eyes suddenly shot opened, his own tears starting to appear

"How could you say this?" His voice got patheticay loud, and he despised himself for crying in front of you, but it couldn't be helped. What you asked him was ridiculous "I helped you plant that baby's breath on our first date. It's a simbol of everlasting love - our everlasting love." His voice grew louder, more desperate, like he was talking to someone kilometers away from him "I can't do that, you know it. The only way to move it is to cut it from it's roots."

You couldn't help but smile. You grabbed his free hand with your own one, looking directly at his eyes. It was like the world around you both had stopped, and even the birds' singing and cars noises ceased. You could only hear Kunigami's frantic breath in contrast to your calm one.

"Well, only my boyfriend knew when that flower was planted" you smiled, getting closer to him. You rested your forehead in his, closing your eyes. He followed your actions, sighing "So I guess that makes him you"

You pointed to his chest, right where his heart should be

"Don't tell me you're not the same person. It's still you, right here. And you know I've been waiting for you"

He opened his eyes, staring right at yours as both of you cried, ugly sobs coming from your mouths.

He was still your boyfriend, after all. Your lovely, amazing boyfriend who you loved so much it hurt.

And when he finally kissed you after months, trying to convey a love so raw and genuine through his actions, everything seemed to fall back into place again.

𝕊𝕒𝕖 𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚

5 years.

That's how long you waited for Sae Itoshi to come back from Spain. To come back to Japan. To come back to you.

5 years of rejecting suitors. 5 years of dreaming of him every night. 5 years of suffering, yearning for your boyfriend who was all the way across the globe.

That's why, when he finally comes home looking even worse than you, you were not surprised.

"Are my eyes decieving me?" You smiled lightly, your nose already feeling stuffed - you knew you were about to cry

He muttered your name dreamily, staring at you intensely.

He's not sure how, but he managed to find the strength to smile your way. God, how long has it been since the last time he smiled? And yet, just by being next to you, he felt his lips stretching up.

Something was strange, though. You knew him. You knew Sae Itoshi, the boy who dreamed big and who you fell in love with. You knew him.

"Your eyes look tired" you frowned, getting closer and closer until your your knees were practically touching"Your smile's torn. You're different, Sae"

His smile fell, and you almost regretted what you had said. He grabbed your hands and caressed them with his thumbs, avoiding your gaze - something uncharacteristic of him

"Would you fall in love with me again?" He asked, sighing. His eyes finally met your gaze, and you could see the sadness in them - almost as if he was a young Atlas, carrying the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. You wish you could help somehow, ease his burden, but it was clear you couldn't "If you knew all I've done. The things I can not change."

His eyes sparkled, and Sae Itoshi never cried, but you swore you saw them getting a bit glossy. You didn't know what he was talking about, but he clearly had a fight with someone - probably a teammate or something.

"And I know you've been waiting for me" Sae continued, not giving you a chance to answer "But I am not the love you knew before. I am not the man you adored. I'm no longer him" he let go of your hands, staring right at you like he could read your soul - even though you knew if he could, he wouldn't understand a single thing. You weren't understanding your own thoughts. How could he?

"So tell me, Amor" he said, his spanish pronunciation way better than you remembered it to be "Would you fall in love with me again?"

A gentle silence settled between you, which was strange. You've dreamed for so long about what you'd say to him once you saw him again, and yet when you saw him you were completely at a loss of words.

Sae took your silence as an answer. He began to walk away, head hung low and hands on his pockets.

He knew this would happen. He knew it. He was not that Sae Itoshi. He was not even human. He was a machine, made for playing soccer. He knew you wouldn't accept him.

He knew it. Yet it didn't hurt any less when he grabbed his travel bag and started distancing himself from you

"I..." he heard you saying, and even though he tried not to, he stopped. He needed to hear your answer. His brain and heart needed closure.

He could practically hear the gears on your head turning, trying to find the right words to convey your feelings

"I will fall in love with you over and over again" you answered, voice steady "Doesn't matter how long it's been, Sae, I will always love you. I've waited for you. And I will always wait for you. You're mine, Sae. And I'm yours. That's something no amount of time or distance is ever going to change"

A gentle silence settled between you both once again, as you stared at eachother's eyes. The 10 meters that separated you both suddenly felt like 10 kilometers.

The snow felt like quicksand while Sae made his way to you, first taking hesitant steps, and then almost running to get to you.

And when he hugged you and you fit perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, you knew you'd be alright.

You were not going to give up on each other. No matter how hard things were.

You both then kissed each other, sealing that silent promise.

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣

Kaiser has always been a hard person to deal with, but he's been way worse after the Neo Egoist League.

He was screaming at the smallest inconveniences, spent days without even sparing you a glance, trained till he passed out from exhaustion and was making even more snarky remarks, if it was even possible. He was not fine, and you knew that. You knew him.

Your suspicions were confirmed during one of his episodes.

Kaiser usually had some episodes while remembering his childhood trauma, and he always confided in you to help him overcome them.

You were proud of this arrangement, actually: trust has always been what held your relationship together.

That's why you couldn't make sense as to why he was hiding from you during one of the worsts - if not the worst - episodes you've ever seen him had.

"Micha?" You asked, finding him curled up in the corner of your shared closet "Are you okay?"

"Don't come near me" He whispered. His eyes were red from crying, and you could swear you saw a purple bruise on his neck. Why didn't he call you?

"Okay" your voice was gentle, as if you were soothing a kid "Okay. I won't come closer. But I'm right here. Just focus on my breath, my love. Can you follow it for me, please?" You began breathing louder, hoping he'd follow your lead

Sadly, he began shaking his head, breathing growing even more frantic

"I-I can't" he muttered, shaking like a leaf

"Of course you can" you whispered "C'mon, breath in" you breathed in and held for a while "breath out" you repeated. Finally, he followed your commands

Luckily, after a while, his breath began to come back to normal, and you pondered just what was going through his head to make him act like that.

"Can I come closer now?" You asked, voice still gentle. When he nodded, you wasted no time in sitting right next to him, still not touching his body

Silence was loud between you too, and you wondered if he was even going to speak something about it

"W..." he began, voice breaking. He then took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to say "Would you fall in love with me again... if I lost all I had?" He asked. He gave you no time to think begore he continued "Would you have fallen in love with me if I was just a little kid with a fucked up, drunk dad? If I had no money, name or fame?" He looked at you, staring at your eyes like he would forget them the moment he looked elsewhere "Would you?"

Once again, silence enveloped the room.

"Forget it" he muttered, starting to get up "It was a stupid question"

He was almost standing when you put your hands on his knee, earning a confused "huh?" from him.

Just like he did earlier, you took a deep breath

"Michael, I don't care how, where, or when. You're mine. I love you for you. I don't care for your name, your value or your football abilities. I don't want to see Michael Kaiser, the emperor. I want to see Michael Kaiser, my boyfriend." You also got up, slowly reaching for his hands, like you were asking for permission. "I love you, Kaiser"

He tried really hard not to cry again. You could see it. The way he contorted his face before letting the tears fall freely.

One after the other, he began crying hard. Sobbing and hiccuping and all. He would never cry in front of anyone. Others would never see this version of him. But you would.

In a swift moment, you hugged him, feeling his arms hold you stronger as his cries got louder, uglier.

Strangely, he wasn't embarrassed. He was relieved.

Relieved he could be vulnerable in front of you. Relieved he could be himself.

He couldn't hide anything from you, could he? Well, he hoped he could at least hide that ring in his socks drawer.

But not for much longer, though. After what happened, he'll wife you up was soon as possible.

But for now, only the feeling of your arms grounding him was enough.

Masterlist

[madamechrissy]

I'll look After You

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x fem reader (reader is a mom)

Summary: You longed to hear from Satoru, After an epic night hooking up in a club bathroom, sure you'd been strangers, but he has your number, he made you feel so special... but... he never contacts you again. Ten months later, you have a beautiful baby named Reign, with those exact blue eyes. You never saw him again, couldn't even find him, so now, you are living your life as a single mom. Messy bun, dark circles, exhausted, you run into Satoru one day, and he sees her, his baby girl, and sees you struggling, he knows then, you're what's been missing in his life.

CW: Going to be sweet and emotional, Satoru is a freaking doll, misunderstanding led to him not knowing (nothing is kept from anyone on purpose) Fluffy long oneshot where Satoru falls in love with reader and his little girl. Gojo being a dad and being cute! Will have smut at the end as all my oneshots do lol, so MDNI, and flashbacks to the original bathroom smut

Full oneshot HERE

You often wondered about him, Satoru was his name.

As you look down at your baby girl, with her brilliant blue eyes while she’s cooing happily, giving you a gummy little grin, you wonder what he’d think if he knew about her. The random guy at the bar you gave your number to after hooking up in a bathroom, the guy who never called, the guy with no social media of which to speak. The guy you never, ever saw again.

Your baby’s father, the best thing that ever happened to you, surely, but also it was very difficult, being a single mom, you’d have to go back to work soon which you were dreading, spending sleepless nights up feeding, changing her. It had been a rough pregnancy, and a shocking one at that, people had questioned you over and over, some mentioned not having her.

But something in you knew you could do this, you could have this baby, you’re broke as fuck but she has all she needs, and she makes you so happy, but those eyes are unmistakable. No one has eyes like that, except her and her… well was he really her 'dad'? You wonder if he’d run ten million miles from you if he knew, or would he have been okay with it?

It’s odd that just a night of fun, alcohol and being on antibiotics created this amazing little girl, but you can’t be upset, not when she brightens your world. But you still ache at times, for her to have a dad, you hope you’re enough. You wonder about him though, the bright energetic man, the one that had made you feel more in one evening than anyone ever.

The last man you’d been with.

Yes, it’s been that long, Reign was two months old, so you’re damn near at a year, you say it’s because you’re so busy, but something deep in you knows that you felt something for him, deeper than the obvious physical. Something about how he looked at you, at how he laughed, at how he made you feel so special.

You assume it must have been some act, clearly, here you are, alone after all. You both only knew each other’s first names, it’s true, but he had that number. Maybe it wasn’t all you thought it was? Maybe he just was that sort of guy, the one that made women think they’re his everything with one of his kisses, maybe you were just too drunk, and he was too pretty.

You blink a bit, shaking the haze thoughts of him as you yawn a bit, exhausted from Reign keeping you up all night, her tummy had been hurting. You’re sleepily putting things in the cart, baby items, groceries, the essentials, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror above the produce, wincing then. You have a messy bun and are in pajamas, god help you if you ever wanted to meet a guy.

‘Oh hi, I have a baby with a random blue eyed dude from a bar, I’m broke as fuck, and I wear pajamas to the store. Wanna date?’

Yeah. That would go over well.

“It’s… it’s… you!?” You sleepily look up then, so exhausted you barely register the six foot three man for a moment, then suddenly it all hits.

He stares at you, those blue eyes, the eyes your baby has, wide now, his pouty pink lips dropped open. He’s just as gorgeous as you remember him, like it’s some dream, you feel weak then, chest rising and falling as your breaths come too quickly. He steps closer to you then, he hasn’t seen her yet, nestled in her little car seat on the cart, you’re panicking.

“Do you even remember me? Oh my god, that night my phone broke, and I had just got it, they couldn’t transfer the numbers! And I tried to look you up? But I couldn’t find you… and I never saw you… and then- fuck I’m rambling.” He laughs nervously, swiping his hand through his snowy locks. “Forgive me, please… what I mean to say is… Hi?”

“Hi…” Your baby whines then, and Satoru pauses, blinking and you move to the side then, he steps closer when Reign opens her eyes, grinning at him.

Satoru’s heart pounds in his chest, his entire world tilts on its axis, he was already so thrown off by seeing you again, the girl he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of, but now… he looks at you in shock, you look exhausted, but so beautiful, your eyes tear up then, he watches your shoulders slump, then he looks back at the baby, realization sinking in.

“She’s… is she… there’s no way…”

“She’s yours, I only hooked up with you for the past… year.” You manage to say softly, right in the middle of the fruit aisle, Satoru was finding out you have his baby.

“You did this alone?” He says then, blinking back emotions for a girl he barely knew, but who now has a part of him, a part he wants to know so badly suddenly, shocking him.

“I had no clue who you were, how to tell you, even if so, it’s not your responsibility okay? I take care of her just fine, I make it work.” Satoru’s heart breaks then, seeing how tired you are, seeing the endless baby items and cheap toilet paper, a cheap bottle of wine, is that all you get yourself?

You did this alone, you have his baby alone, altering your life while he’s living his just the same, partying with his best friends, working and living a luxurious life. Satoru was rich, and it’s clear his baby and his baby’s mother are struggling, and he’s here doing what? Could he have tried harder to find you!? Could he…

“We’re okay, you don’t have to worry. I’d never come for you for anything, I am happy being her mommy.” You say with a tired smile, reaching to touch her little chubby cheek, and Satoru has never seen anything so beautiful, the two of you.

He’s felt so empty for this year, is this what he was missing?

“Can I… please… can I know her?” He asks, gulping now, and you blink in shock, nodding quickly.

“I would love that.” You can’t stop your tears then, sniffling and shaking your head. “Please, let’s talk outside of the produce aisle?” You whisper, he nods quickly, unable to take his eyes off you, off his baby.

Coming sooon- based loosely on a request for @bunheadusa hehe, prob gonna be long I can't help myself.

perma tags- @alt--er--love @cuntphoric @seeing-stars-alt @nanasukii28 @labelt-san @makingtimemine @aldebrana @n1vi Perma Gojo tags: @chiyokoemilia @haruhatake @strychnynegirl <3

[ao3commentoftheday]

I'm sure I'm not the only one who was (or is!) proud of being a bookworm. When I was a kid/teen, I loved the fact that I'd get a dozen books for my birthday and have them all read inside of a week. I loved reading and I loved stories and everyone knew it.

It was a core part of how I constructed my identity, alongside being a Star Trek fan and being sarcastic. If you asked 15-year-old ao3cotd to describe herself, I'm positive being "a voracious reader" would probably be in the top 3 things I listed.

When I see that post about people on tiktok claiming that they only read 100K (or longer) fics, I just see it as the current version of "I got 12 books for my birthday and I read them all in a week." It's people who strongly identify as readers (specifically fanfic readers) bragging about their ability to read.

It doesn't feel like the prevailing opinion to me. It also doesn't feel like something that's necessarily true. Even people who love epic length stories will dip into shorter stuff now and again, just like people who prefer shorter stories will read something longer if the summary and tags look appealing to them.

All of this is just to say, don't worry too much about other people's preferences. You know what you like, and that's what's important.

[rowie264]

If someone criticizes something, it doesn't mean that they hate it. It also works the other way around. If you like something, it doesn't mean that it's done well from an objective point of view.

I love Jinx. Her design, her story, her personality, her character arc... I was just fascinated by her. Jinx has become one of my favorite characters in media in general. It was the continuation of her story that I was waiting for the most.

Jinx is still my favorite character in season 2. I love almost every scene with her. How she did Sevika's arm and the subsequent fight with the Smeech, the fight with Vi in Act 1, the prison break, search for Vander in the mines, epic appearance during the battle against Noxus.

I got a lot of positive emotions while watching s2 and especially during Jinx's appearance on the screen. But… an emotional response and objective assessment are two different things. And objectively, Jinx's character in season 2 is OOC and poorly written.

Removing very importand part of her story and personality. Her mental issues almost completely disappear. This is a very important aspect of her character. And no, Isha's presence and a "more favorable environment" would not heal her, the whole 2nd act is completely unrealistic and looks stupid, since all her problems with her mental health were magically solved off-screen;

Irrelevant piece of plot. Her arc of "Zaun symbol" passes by her - she becomes a symbol by accident, ignores the consequences and directly encounters all this revolutionary mood only during Isha's saving from Stillwater (at the same time saving her followers - an indirect action, not a purposeful one). So this arc is kinda about her, but she doesn't seem to participate in it herself, and it ends with literally nothing (like the whole Zaun revolution);

Making her more appealing to wider audience. Her hatred of Piltover and Caitlyn just disappeared. Yes, while she was with Vi in the mines she said "piltie goons who murdered mom and dad," but… that's all? Jinx doesn't kill a single enforcer in the entire 2nd season (although, for example, she could have in Stillwater) and tells Caitlyn "I didn't know your mother was there." Let me remind you that Jinx literally giggled in s1 when she killed a dozen enforcers during gemstone kidnapping, killed enforcers on the bridge without any care, she hated Caitlyn fiercely because she "stole" her sister from her, and she couldn't not know that Cassandra was a councilor. It isn't showed how and why she changed her opinion and this is important thing to her character, you can't explain such change with microexpressions or parallels;

Unrealistic happy family reunion. The reunion of Jinx, Vi, and Vander is a spectacular moment from Disney. Do you remember how Jinx reacted when Vi returned? Yes, she was happy but as soon as she spotted Cait she freaked out and immidiately thought that Vi betrayed her. Imagine what would happen if her supposedly dead - bc of her btw - father had returned and now looks like some animal;

Silco mattered much more to Jinx. A very "subtle" replacement of Silco for Vander in the role of father (Jinx calls him father, sniffs Vander's jacket and not Silco's), although Silco played probably a bigger role in this? And Jinx remembers about him like 2 times? Although it's been about 7-10 years since Vi's "death" in season 1, Jinx was still triggered by just a similar appearance. Apparently, Silco wasn't that important to Jinx (which is not true); I could still keep talking about Jinx, but let's leave it at that.

I love Jinx even in season 2. I like watching scenes with her. But my emotional attachment doesn't stop me from seeing that Jinx's character in s2 is not a continuation of Jinx's character of the end of s1. Her image is broken, the arcs are not completed, the relationships with other characters are poorly written.

[betterthanyalls]

Hey! I liked your Epic x reader! The one where Zeus kiddnaped Y/N and Athena fought for them and Odysseus!

Can I request a Epic!Hera x Reader

Even tho the gods couldn’t do anything to help, I can still feel like Hera had a liking to reader, they weren’t like the other ‘scamps’ that Zeus seduced.

I feel like Hera would comfort Reader and became their friend during the Seven years they were held captive.

Platonic or Romantic- your pick :D

AAAAAAAAAAAA HI HI HI HI IM SO SORRY WITH THE LATENESS BUT I LOVED THIS also im sorry for how short this was :sobs: it was meant to be like an interlude/minor pt 2 ANYWAYS THANK YOU SM I LOVE YOU THIS IS A GREAT ASK

Part 1

Masterlist

Stolen Soldier PT2

Hera [p] x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Comfort/Angst

Words: 503

Published: 12/10/2024

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In the corner of a dark, unlit room, whimpering sobs were being produced. A young mortal cowered in fear, shaking uncontrollably while trying to bite back their anguish. 

The door slowly opened to the dark room, providing a haunting light to cascade over the entire area. Y/n choked out a terrified cry, coiling herself further into the corner to try and remain as small as possible.

Instead of the king god she expected, Hera walked in slowly, gently shutting the door behind herself. The queen held her hands up as if to show she had no weapon and walked towards Y/n as if the mortal was a wild animal. She may as well have been a rabid creature with how little of humanity she had left.

“I won’t hurt you, my darling." The queen comforted softly, crouching down in front of Y/n.

Y/n bit back another sob, watching the goddess’ hands and movement like life or death. She wanted to push Hera away to fight back, to try and keep any safety she could find. Y/n knew the stories of Hera, yet that wasn’t the only thing making her keep distance. How could Y/n ever trust a pair of hands again, divine hands at that? “My husband is still with the other gods in his meeting; he won’t be back for a while. I know it’s not your fault for being here," the goddess of marriage explained soothingly. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

“Why-” Her sentence was cut off as another cry escaped her throat. Tears fell like a broken fountain down her cheeks. “Why are you here?” The mortal managed to question, her voice hiccuping. 

“I am the goddess of women; of course I know the pains you bear."

Something in the goddess’ tone made Y/n feel a little better, comforting her. Hera opened her arms, offering an embrace of heavenly love. Y/n hesitated, unsure whether she could trust the touch of another. But the queen’s gaze was so calm and loving, it was impossible not to be drawn in.

Warily, the young woman crawled over, at once being encircled by holy hands. The true love and safety overwhelmed Y/n. It had been so long since the hands who touched her weren’t filled with uncaring lust. 

Hera rubbed gentle circles on the woman’s back, ignoring her newly wet shoulder. Y/n tried not to cry loudly, but it was getting increasingly difficult. The two ladies sat on the marble flooring of a cluttered room. 

The tune of an ancient hymn explored the room quietly, as if searching for someone to hold warmly. Cascading upon the mortal’s ears, the beautiful rhythm began to enclose her mind, providing the exhaustion she oh-so craved. 

Gradually, Y/n shut her eyes and sighed softly, her sobs quieting to soft sniffles. Bit by bit, her tired mind began to falter, providing the lulling space she desired so much.  “Sleep well, my little bird. You’re safe here.”

[eiralunaire]

Incorrect Quotes from Damian Wayne/Reader.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian, looking at a Reader action figure in a store.*

Damian: "I need her. She's perfect. She's perfect."

*Jon, sighing next to him.*

Jon: "Damian, you already have three different versions of that figure. One even in limited edition."

Damian: "But this one has *new* details. It's an investment in my love!"

Jon: "It's an investment in madness, that's what it is."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian reading Reader fanfics on Wattpad.*

Jon, peering over Damian's shoulder: "Are you... reading Reader fanfics?"

Damian, eyes still on the screen: "It's a way for me to get closer to her. Writers understand our love."

Jon: "Damian... Are you leaving comments on those fanfics?"

Damian, very serious: "Yes, I have to correct anything that isn't true to her true essence."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian at a comic convention, dressed as Robin, but with a 'Team Reader' sign.*

Jon, raising an eyebrow: "Damian, this is already crossing the boundaries of reality."

Damian: "Only those who don't understand true love would set boundaries."

Jon: "I have a hard time understanding how you haven't realized she's... you know, fictional."

Damian, looking at the poster with pride: "Love doesn't have to be real to be true."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian buying a replica of Reader's sword from an online store.*

Jon: "Do you really need another replic of her sword?"

Damian: "This one is different. It has engravings depicting our times together."

Jon: "Damian, you *haven't* had any times together."

Damian, indignant: "That's a lie! Every time I read her comic, we go on epic adventures. You don't understand!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian watching an animated series where Reader appears, completely mesmerized.*

Jon, entering the room: "Watching the Reader series again?"

Damian: "It's not just a series, Jon. It's a masterpiece. Every scene is a poem."

Jon: "It's a cartoon series. And you obsess over it like it's real."

Damian, eyes shining: "For me, it is."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian buying a pillow with Reader's face on it.*

Jon: "Damian, this is the limit. A pillow with her face on it?"

Damian: "It's to have her close, even when I sleep. It's a basic need."

Jon, resigned: "A basic need is to breathe, Damian. Not this."

Damian: "If I can't be with her, at least I can dream about her."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*Damian secretly writing fanfics about him and Reader.*

Jon, catching him in the middle of writing: "What are you doing?"

Damian, trying to hide the screen: "Nothing! Just... creating a masterpiece."

Jon, peeking: "Are you writing a fanfic about you and Reader?"

Damian: "It's not a fanfic! It's... our love story. One day it will be real."

Jon: "Damian, we need to have a long conversation about reality and fantasy."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This shit definitely cracks me up, you can tell i made Damian a bit Ooc but it's just to make this humorous. It reminds me of my high school self, in love with pure fictional character.

[written-with-clouds]

You're Always My Husband

Loki x GNAsgardian!Reader

Summary: When Loki is taken by the Avengers you follow Thor to Earth, needing to see him with your own eyes.

CW: very brief mention of killing and torture (It's only a sentence long and doesn't go into detail), Angst and Comfort.

Authors note: Hello! I have returned at last! This isn't either of the fics I teased in my last post, and it kinda came out of nowhere... but I hope you like it all the same! This takes place during the first Avengers movie and was heavily inspired by Would You Fall In Love With Me from Epic The Musical: Ithaca Saga by Jorge Rivera-Herrans.. for those that haven't heard it, please go listen to the full concept musical! it is amazing and beautifully done!

cross posted on AO3

Your ears ring from the pounding of your heart as you storm through the helicarrier, ignoring the yells of people around you. You throw any of the guards dumb enough to get in your way and try to stop you from your target. 

“Thor!” You bellow, your voice echoing off the metal walls around you as people startle at the sound.  You kick in door after door, calling after the god of thunder with each one. And every time, coming up empty handed.

Growling in frustration, you survey the room with narrowed eyes. Stalking to the nearest person you lift them by the collar of their shirt, ignoring the multiple guns now pointed in your direction.

“Where is Thor?” You ask slowly, breathing heavily through your nose. The man stares at you, eyes wide, lips opening and closing without sound, trembling within your hold. 

“Where is he!?” You yell, giving the man a light shake. 

“Y/N!” Your brother in law's boisterous voice calls from behind you. 

You drop the frightened man and whirl on your heel to face Thor. His face is bright, a wide smile on his face and his eyes crinkled just the slightest. You close the distance between you both quickly, grabbing the front of his shirt. 

“Is it true? Is he…” You trail off, the question dying on your tongue. You search Thor’s eyes, your breathing growing ragged. 

“Y/N…” He responds softly, his hands gently grasping your elbows as his expression drops. 

“Is it?” You repeat your question, growing more desperate by the second. 

Thor nods, his face now solemn. Your breathing hitches and your grip on him loosens. “Where is he?” 

“He’s not… how he was.“ Thor responds, choosing his words carefully.

“Where is he?!” 

“In a holding cell.” Someone else replies. You turn your head, meeting the one eyed gaze of a man. “Who’s your friend?” 

Thor responds before you can so much as open your mouth, “This is Y/N, my brother's spouse.” 

“They gonna be a problem for us?” The one eyed man asks, speaking directly to Thor even with his gaze trained on you warily. 

“No, Fury. They will not be a problem.” 

“I can answer for myself,” you speak, scowling at both of them. “I will remain… unproblematic, if you take me to my husband.” 

“How do we know you won’t let him out?” The one eyed man—Fury—comments. “For all we know you’re working with him and this is all some trick.” 

You release your hold on Thor completely, turning your body to face Fury. You stalk towards him, getting halfway there before Thor's hand on your arm stops you.

“Take me to my husband!” You demand, fighting against Thor’s hold. 

“Y/N, please.” Thor whispers pleadingly, “Don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”

“Difficult?” You whip around to Thor, catching him off guard as your hand makes contact with his cheek. “I’m not the one being difficult! All I am asking is to see my husband, who was thought dead!” You hiss out. 

And then your shoulders drop, the fight all but leaving your body as desperation seeped in. “Please.” You beg no one in particular. “I just need to see him… I need to know he’s alive..” 

You looked to Thor, desperately trying to get through to him. But his attention was elsewhere. His eyes were locked with Fury’s, a silent argument happening between them before finally, Fury nodded. 

Thor’s gaze landed back on you, “Okay.. but not for long. And know, they have cameras in place all around his cell.”

The second the large doors slide open you see him. Your husband paces inside a large cell made entirely of glass. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before walking into the room tentatively. As you approach the glass, Loki turns. The cocky smile adorning his face falls as his eyes land on yours and he blinks in surprise. “Is it you?” You ask breathlessly. “This isn’t a dream? O-or some trick?”

“Darling…” Loki speaks softly in a way reserved only for you as you draw even closer to the glass. Thor says something behind you, it sounds vaguely like he’s asking you to step back but his words are fuzzy as your entire being focuses on the sight of Loki. You bring your hand up, resting your palm against the glass.

“Are you really standing here? Did-” You choke on the words as sobs threaten to leave your throat. “Have you come back to me?”

Loki places his against the glass, mirroring you.

“You’re thinner than I remember…” You whisper, “And your eyes… They’re blue now, not the green I know. You look tortured.”

“I am not the man I was… the man you fell in love with.” Loki says simply, removing his hand from the glass as he walks back towards the middle of the cell. 

“What happened to you?” 

“I’ve killed… too many to count. Human and alien alike.” He doesn’t face you as he speaks. His shoulders are tense and his fist’s clench at his sides before he draws them up, likely wringing them as you know he does when nervous or unsure. “I’ve tortured even more. Their blood stains my hands. Their screams ring in my ears. ”

“Loki…” Tears blur your vision and wet your cheeks. 

Loki spins around, facing you. His expression is guarded, but you notice the small twitch of his eyebrow that indicates he’s barely keeping it together himself. When he speaks his voice is hoarse and unsteady. “Can you still claim to love me? To call me your husband?” 

You blink back more tears as they threaten to spill down your face and step away from the glass slightly. Your hand wraps around a cord of fabric made of green and gold that hangs from your waist and breaks it off. You hold it up in front of you, displaying it to Loki. “If I can’t call you my husband, if what you’ve done is truly so horrible that I can’t learn to love you regardless, remove your half of our handfasting cord. Rip it from your belt and toss it away.” 

At this, Loki falters, flinching away as if struck. “How could you…” He starts softly, his voice growing louder as he continues. “I wove that cord myself. I spent weeks on it. As a sign of my love to you!” 

“Then don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You are my husband!” You yell at him, voice raspy and breaking. “No matter what you’ve done or who you’ve hurt. No matter if it’s been one year or one decade, I will always love you.” 

The door to Loki’s cell opens, startling both of you. Glancing over your shoulder you see Thor where he now stands behind the control desk. He nods his head at, a silent acknowledgement. 

Loki doesn’t move from the center of the cell, even as armed guards enter the room, guns pointing at all three of you. He doesn’t even look anywhere else but you. His eyes follow your movements as you slowly close the distance between you and him. 

Once you’re standing toe to toe with Loki, you lift on shaking hand and place it against his cheek. The touch is feather light at first, because you are still unsure if it’s really him. But as skin meets skin and Loki leans into your touch, his eyes closing, you resolve breaks. You pull him against you and bury your face in the crook of his neck as sobs rack through your body. Loki’s arms close around your middle as he pulls you impossibly closer, his head resting against yours. 

The two of you sink to the floor, still holding onto each other like lifelines. When you pull back from the hug, Loki looks at you. 

“There they are,” You whisper. His eyes were no longer an icy blue, but now the same green you had always loved to get lost in. 

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes shutting again. “I love you.” 

“I missed you.”

(lets just pretend that Loki's eyes are green and not blue.. for plot purposes)

[anniflamma]

Sorry for bothering you again, Anni but can I post this one? (I’m just a heavy defender) because I am sick of people saying you’re a bad person for making the man whore au. The picture is just me saying ‘reminder: Anniflamma never made the manwhore au, the comment section did’

It just pisses me off and makes my religion look so bad because our people can’t understand what fiction is. But I will not post this since this is your content and just wondering again if I may?

Anyways, love you so much anni ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Is that enough hearts?

Thank you for all the hearts! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Well, I give you permission to upload that post, though I am a bit worried it might explode or something similar, not gonna lie. 😅 At the moment, it’s been quiet, and I’ve only gotten the usual angry Christian DMs time to time, but not so much from Hellenists latley. (I think that is what you are called? Correct me if that is not the case!) And it’s pretty hard to convince a religious person to change their views, which is why I don’t interact with them or answer their dms/comments. But it’s true that I didn’t create the manwhore AU. The Epic community did, I just poured gasoline into the fire. Which was the biggest mistake ever. 😆