#Eir stealing

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Would it have been better for Braham if he'd had a good relationship with his mom? Absolutely! But, by the Spiritd, that doesn't mean she has to be demonized for how things played out!! Ugh!!!

Man the Eir being a bad mom thing, I don’t know lore but did she actually for real abandon Braham? Or is this that weird “mothers should stay home with their kids and never live their lives outside their offspring” shit? I just don’t know enough about it and get weird vibes from the anti-Eir arguments

And aside from that, even if she did do a bad thing, I feel like Eir definitely gets more hate for being a shit mom than absent adventurer dads ever do

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Eir vibes

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Moral of the Story: Chapter 9

A/N: Sorry I took so long posting this, a family friend got diagnosed with terminal cancer and my grandpa died soooo… coping with humor right now.

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Steve and I walked onto the bridge. Three people stood out, with no sign of Tony.

"I see you found the runaway," the red-haired woman spoke.

"They weren't too far off. Only the other side of the plane." Steve replied, an air of laughter in his voice

"Well, it wasn't intentional," I said, perhaps a bit too defensively.

"At least I'm not the only one getting lost." A brunette man commented.

"Guess not. Oh- I'm Mr. Stark's secretary, Mx. Eirsson, Kyrie Eirsson."

"Eir? So you are a healer, no?" The tall blonde said expectantly.

"No, not really." I'm starting this off with a lie, lovely.

"Ledan Eirsson, I am Thor, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard." He extended his hand, a warm smile on his face.

"Prince...?" I worriedly glanced at Steve.

I looked back when Prince Sunshine over there started laughing, "Yes, although I would prefer if you called me Thor, just Thor."

"Pleasure to meet you, Thor."

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder, "That's Natasha," he gestured to the redhead which she promptly responded to with a curt smile, "she doesn't talk much."

And then there was one. He didn't notice until Natasha nudged him in the side.

"Oh, um. I'm Dr. Banner."

"Pleasure to meet'cha, Doc." A sound came from under the table, Steve quickly found a tablet with what seemed to be live footage from Loki's cage.

By the time I heard the first comprehendible piece of what Fury was saying my attention was grabbed by the hatch underneath Loki's cage being opened.

"Thirty-thousand feet down in a steel trap. You get how that works?" Fury closes the hatch with a press of a button on the control panel.

Fury outstretched his arm, gesturing to Loki, "Ant," then pointing to the control panel, "boot."

Loki smirked, "It's an impressive cage." he looked into the camera, "Not built, I think, for me."

"Built for something a lot stronger than you."

"Oh, I've heard."

The doctor seemed very tense, for what reason- I didn't know.

"The mindless beast, makes play he's still a man." Loki sauntered towards the camera, "How desperate are you that you call upon such lost creatures to defend you?"

“How desperate am I?” Fury set a hand on his hip, agitation growing in his voice, “You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can’t hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill ‘cause it’s fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.”

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close.” Loki began taunting Fury, “To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power.” Loki smirked into the camera, “And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is.”

Fury forced a smile, “Well, let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

Our room falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Fury walked away saying, “Well, let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

“He really grows on you, doesn’t he?”

"Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what’s his play?”

Thor seemed distant as he responded, “He has an army called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard or of any world known.” The Prince walked back to the table, “He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect for the Tesseract.”

“An army? From outer space?” Steve seemed to question what the fuck he’d been dragged into.

“He’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erik Selvig for.”

Erik who?

“Selvig?” Why does Thor recognize this guy's name?

“He’s an astrophysicist.” The doctor explained.

“He’s a friend.” Thor asserted.

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, ”Natasha looked away, “along with one of ours.”

She really does speak. More importantly, she’s familiar with the agent Loki brainwashed.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him.”

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.” Banner was pushing it.

“Have care how you speak.” Thor said, anger rising in his voice, “Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother.”

So the Prince is a himbo with a temper, good to know.

“He killed eighty people in two days.” Oh.

“...He's adopted.” Ah, yes. That changes everything.

“Does he pose any threat? Just because he’s in a cage doesn’t mean he’s harmless.” I didn’t know if I’d just asked a dumbass question but it’s better to ask than have that as an unknown variable.

“No. There’s no way out from the inside, besides that, it’s built to withstand more than he can throw at it.” Natasha answered, seemingly knowing more than the rest.

“Iridium, what did they need Iridium for?”

Tony walked in, “It’s a stabilizing agent. Oh, Kyrie, been lookin’ for ‘ya.”

“Hey, Tony. Coulson?!” I got up and walked over to them, a beaming smile plastered on my face, “I had no idea you’d be here!”

Phil placed a hand on my shoulder, “I would have let you know if I had a way to contact you.”

“Guess I’m chopped liver.” Tony feigned hurt, before whispering the next bit, “Anyways, I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive.” He spoke at full volume again, “Means the portal won't collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD. No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing. Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.”

Tony walked over to what I can assume is Fury’s position on the Bridge, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the topsails.” The crew looked at Tony like he’d grown a second head, “That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did.” Tony covered one eye and looked around, “How does Fury do this?”

“He turns.” A female agent responded.

I looked at Phil, a light whisper escaping my lips, “Who is she?”

He leaned in, “That’s Agent Hill, sh’s Fury’s right hand.”

“Mhm… thank you.” I gave him a small smile.

Coulson grinned in response, “Never a problem.”

“Well, that sounds exhausting,” Tony said in the most annoying voice he could get away with. “Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty much easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.”

Agent Hill spoke again, “When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?”

“Last night.” That I could attest to, “The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers.” It’s always funny when Tony speaks seriously, most of the time I forget he’s a genius, “Am I the only one who did the reading?”

“No, you made me read them too.” I said with a pointed tone.

“Anyone else?” Tony said practically ignoring my comment.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?”

“He's got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.“

Ah, yes, words.

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.”

“Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.”

Wow, those two were made for each other.

“Finally, someone who speaks English.”

Steve looked around, “Is that what happened?”

Tony and the doctor shook hands, “It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

Banner looked down, “Thanks.”

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.” Fury says as he walks in.

“Let's start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Steve had an obvious bias and curiosity.

“I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys? I do not understand-”

“-I do. I understood that reference.” Thor was cut off by Steve, obviously excited by the fact he understood some of our jargon.

“Shall we play, Doctor?” Tony asked.

“Let’s play some.” Banner responded.

After I waved to Phil I followed Tony and the doctor out of the bridge, hoping to not get lost again.

I had been sitting in a spare chair in the “Science Bro’s” lab for what felt like an eternity. Man, I regret not taking advanced science courses in uni.

“The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process.” Bruce, as I had learned, said.

“If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops.” Tony replied.

The two of them had gotten into a groove. The sounds of the machines whirring in the background made great background noise, so I couldn’t really complain.

“All I packed was a toothbrush.”

“You know, you should come by Stark Towers sometime. Top ten floors, all R&D. You'd love it, it's candy land.”

“Thanks, but the last time I was in New York I kind of broke...Harlem.”

“Well, I promise a stress-free environment. No tension. No surprises.” Tony said as he poked Bruce with a mini-taser.

“OW!!”

Tony studied Bruce for a reaction, “Nothing?”

Steve walked in, “Hey! Are you nuts?”

Tony ignored Steve,” You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?”

“Is everything a joke to you?”

“Funny things are.”

“Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny.” OH, HE DID NOT, “No offense, doctor.”

“No, it's alright. I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things.” God bless Dr. Bruce Banner.

“You're tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut.”

“As someone who used to work with far more dangerous people, and teach them too. I concur.”

“Kyrie?” Steve sounded surprised, “And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark.”

“You think I'm not?” Tony pulled out a bag of blueberries from god knows where. “Why did Fury call us and why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables.”

“You think Fury's hiding something?”

“He's a spy. Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets. It's bugging him too, isn't it?”

“Can’t argue with Tony this time.”

“Uh...I just wanna finish my work here and…” Bruce fell silent.

“Doctor?”

“‘A warm light for all mankind’ Loki’s jab at Fury about the cube.”

“I heard it.”

“Well, I think that was meant for you. Even if Barton didn't post that all over the news.”

“The Stark Tower? That big ugly,” Tony shoots Steve a glare, “...building in New York?”

“It's powered by Stark Reactors, a self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?” Bruce turned to Tony.

“That's just the prototype. I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now.”

Bruce looked back at Steve while pointing to Tony, “So, why didn't SHIELD bring him in on the Tesseract project? I mean, what are they doing in the energy business in the first place?”

“I should probably look into that once my decryption programmer finishes breaking into all of SHIELD's secure files,” Tony mentions offhandedly.

Steve looked shocked, “I'm sorry, did you say...?”

I let out a breathy laugh, ��Yup, it’s at least a weekly occurrence.”

“Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we'll know every dirty secret SHIELD has ever tried to hide. Blueberry?”

“Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around?”

“Oh, no. He’s fully aware, he just finds it funny.”

“An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically, not awesome.”

“I think Loki's trying to wind us up. This is a man who means to start a war, and if don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them.”

“Following is not really my style.” Tony ate a mouthful of blueberries.

“And you're all about style, aren't you?” Steve said, smiling.

“Of the people in this room, which one is; A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?” Tony retorted.

“Steve, tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?” Banner tried to push Steve to think.

“Just find the cube.” Steve said before he walked out.

“Well, that went splendidly.” I laughed from my seat. The benefits of being a third party.

“That's the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice.” Tony looked over at me only to be met with a glare.

“The guy's not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.”

“What he’s got is an ACME dynamite kit. It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does.”

“And I’ll read all about it.”

“Uh-uh. You’ll be suiting up like the rest of us.”

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.”

“You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.”

“And I knew a kid who could turn himself into a nuke.” Both of the men in the room looked at me, confusion written all over their faces.

“O-kay? Moving on. But you can control it.”

“Because I learned how.”

“It's different.”

“It doesn’t have to be. Not forever at least.” I tried to add, though they seemed to be stuck in their own world again.

“Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you.”

“So you're saying that the Hulk... the other guy... saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”

A moment passed, “I guess we’ll find out.”

“You might not like that.” Banner sounded scared, scared of himself and scared of whoever the ‘other guy’ was.

“You just might.” I trained Tony well.

[karlachismylife]

I woke up to a bunch of the sweetest reblogs that made me feel like I'm in heaven and a few new sweet asks, I'll get to that in a few hours cuz I have errands to run.

But we were chatting with my lovely comrades and we came up with a little bit of Ghost silliness.

So what if Ghost, due to his childhood trauma, develops some kind of kleptomania. It's just a constant urge to grab and hoard shit, because he was constantly stripped of his belongings by his dad, so the need to have something in fear that things will get taken from him, is just too much to fight. Of course he knows that stealing from the base is nothing to be proud of, but it's sometimes just compulsive, and Ghost is one very tired of fighting his demons man.

Then again, stealing from the government is okay.

Of course, no one fucking suspects him (everyone thinks it's Soap), it's Ghost, after all.

Until one day Price pulls an all-nighter in his office, probably messing with paperwork to cover up some of the corners they cut on the last mission. And so it's ass crack of dawn, he drags himself out of the office to pour himself another cuppa to finish the work.

And there in the darkness is Ghost, stuffing the fucking kettle under his hoodie.

(It's the fifth kettle this month and it's only the 10th)

Price: 😐

Ghost: 💀

Price: did you at least unplu-

Ghost: *slowly sucks the cord into his sleeve*

Price: fuckin' hell, no earl grey again

Soap (who always wakes up at said ass crack of dawn), standing in the doorway with his cup of coffee: ...fookin' brits wit' 'eir tea

UPD. If you want an actually sweet and thoughtful reading of "Simon needs to have something of his own" headcanon, I VERY MUCH recommend "Never had a thing" by @theorist-fox with a wonderful continuation of "Takes practice"

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OOOOHHHH BRAHAM "VOWBREAKER" AND LOYALTY THEMES AAAAAAHHHHHH

You're right they did that SO dirty. Like I usually point at moments when he's interacting with the Commander- like he blocked one of Kralkatorrik's attacks with his guardian shield, THAT KILLS PEOPLE CARL!! SHIELDING TOO MUCH FORCE/MAGIC/ENERGY CANONICALLY CAN KILL PEOPLE

But?? Since he left his guild?? Canonically that means he obviously doesn't necessarily apply?? Like I KNOW Braham and I love and trust him but canonically there's plenty of room for doubt 😭😭😭 Anet tell us what happenedddd

also REAL with the Logan-Rytlock culture clash, I am SO feral for that.

Also with Eir: I don't think SHE'S saying so much that they hate her (that's just info we have from, iirc Ghosts of Ascalon book) as much as she simply blamed herself for everything that happened and basically retired from dragonfighting bc she felt bad. Which is its own level of problems and dysfunctional (per my OP lol) of course.

Altho "is Eir dramatic like her son" I think YES FOR SURE lolz. She's vvv dramatic alfjslfjdk. She very much lives in the moment, from doing art, to trying to go against the Dragonspawn, to riding that high and trying to break the tooth, to never moving on from Snaff's death for five years, to going on a suicide mission in the one dungeon.

Logan? Grounded? I suppose for the most part he is actually. Just not when it comes to Jennah. If you can keep them two apart he does pretty well but in PS when he's around her all the time? Lolz. I think it was more "I can't let her die AT ALL" personally :P tho if he'd had more time to think about it + more information + time to calm down? Who knows.

Personally I think the book put him between a rock and a hard place, a lose-lose situation. There should have been - and now I'm getting into story theory - there should have been the Right option to take that he would have seen and known if he was Doing Things Right aka been Good At Protagonist. I've decided the right option is the one where you stick with your band of friends and kill the dragon, and somehow magically the queen doesn't die so we can have the good ol' "hero gets the girl" trope. Only that couldn't have happened, it was a lose-lose situation, the choice was morally ambiguous, Logan had no direction on "which way to go to be a Good Protagonist." /entrant

Anet could have done SO much with the Destiny's Edge split-up. How to deal with toxic friendships, how to healthily respond to blame and guilt, how to distance yourself if necessary...

Not necessarily by PORTRAYING those things (DE is as dysfunctional as it gets), but by showing the opposite, the bad habits and thoughts we fall into.

The sheer contradiction of "I miss them but I'm glad they're gone."

Like those relationships were SO GOOD and then they got SO BAD and like. That should be talked about more.

Anyway there's another chapter of Reforging the Edge coming out today, so stay tuned!

[obsessedelusional]

Oblivious

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!reader

summary ✦ Bella and you have been friends for a few years now. Didn’t take long for them to a form a crush on you. While visiting after not seeing you for a while, they decide it’s time to come clean about their feeling. Too afraid, they keep dropping hints. What happens when Bella finally finds the courage to tell you?

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“So who’s your celebrity crush then?” Bella asks her best friend of years, intentionally after talking openly about their celebrity crush. You share a striking resemblance too, hoping maybe this information would spark something in you. Your too oblivious to connect the dots.

“Hmm…. Right now?” You pause in a attempt to shuffle through all the random celebrities you’ve found attractive.

“Probably Kristen Stewart.” Bella is surprised by you answer.

“Kristen Stewart?” They ask, slack jawed.

“Yeah I rewatched all the twilight movies last week. I used to be team Edward but now I think I’m team Bella. It’s actually absurd that we let those men get away with everything they did.” You explain, going off on a tangent about Twilight. Bella half listens, trying to understand if you said Kristen because you might be gay or because you liked twilight.

“She has a whole ass fiancé, I’m shit out of luck.” You sigh dramatically before going back to your phone. Bella forces a laugh, more confused than when they started this conversation.

“But doesn’t matter, I got my own Bella.” You tease with a wink unknowingly adding to Bella’s distress.

“Edward was a creep, a whole ass stalker. Imagine if she woke up when Edward broke in to bedroom to watch her sleep. If my boyfriend did that shit, he’d get kicked to the curb so quick.” Bella groans out loud on accident causing you to look up from your phone.

“Okay I know you don’t like him but-“ You speak quickly interrupted.

“Yeah cause he’s a dick. Way worse than Edward Cullen ever was.”

“First of all, you’ve never seen twilight. Second of all, I don’t think you’ve ever liked anyone I’ve ever dated.” You respond, your tone sassy. Bella doesn’t respond only because she cannot pretend why she’s never liked your new boyfriends. Your “love” for them never lasted long, moving onto the next one with ease. They wished desperately you’d forget about the male population as a whole.

“It’s because I like you.” Bella says, not entirely registering the words as they come out.

“I like care about you, you deserve someone better.” Nice save, Bella thinks. Internally screaming to themself you deserve them.

“Aww I like care about you,” you respond sarcasm heavy on your voice, eyes on your phone. Bella rolls her eyes in response. That’s one thing Bella loved so badly about you, you were just as sarcastic and could always banter with you. More often than not they couldn’t keep up with your attitude.

Bella was in town for a few weeks, break between their filming. She had missed you so much the l last few months, promising her self she was gonna do something about it this time. When it’s time for the two of you to part, Bella steals on you hoodies.

“Where the fuck are you going with that?” You ask mostly joking, when you notice.

“I want it,” Bella argues. Not wanting to admit that she’s been stealing from you on the low. Just taking little things, now and then. Nothing you’d ever miss but it means everything to Bella. To have a piece of you while she’s off on her job related adventures. Sometimes even using your shirt as a pillow case when they really miss you.

—

Bella had a plan to tell you how they felt the next day. Before you spring going to a party’s with you. Bella was older than you, you just graduated high school. Still caught up in the high school bullshit. Thankfully they were visiting during your summer vacation before you headed off to university.

“These are for you.” Bella barley whispers, handing you the bouquet of flowers. Your favorite ones. After you sprung the party on them, they decided they’d just do it before. Maybe it would be enough to convince you to stay in with them instead.

“Thanks bestie,” you respond. Bestie? Bella groans internally, discouraged by your friendly pet name. Chickening out on their original plans, mentally throwing out the monologue they had planned for you.

“I saw them and thought of you.” Bella admits.

Once in Bella’s car, they purposefully play Jenny by Studio Killers. Signing along passionately, hoping maybe you’d hear the lyrics and they’d resonate with you. The songs about a girl having a crush on her best friend. You just nod along, never commenting on the subject of it. Bella doesn’t show it but they irritation is growing. Wanting nothing more than to spill their feelings for you, always coming up short when it’s time to do so.

—

“Do we really have to go?” Bella whines only to stop when you grab their hand and pull them closer to the door. Once at the door, you face Bella your back to the door.

“It’s just a little kickback, maybe 20 people tops. You’ll be okay! I’ll be by your side the whole time. I promise.” You reassure Bella and they let out a defeated sigh. A small laugh leaves your mouth bringing a smile to Bellas. The door swings open, some dude from your school attempting to leave. He pushes past the two of you, not saying a single word.

“Rude.” You mutter under you breath, leading Bella inside. Finding some of your friends, introducing them to Bella. Bella’s wondering what the fuck she’s doing here? Oh yeah because you asked and that’s all it took. They couldn’t say no especially when you start pouting, eyes staring directly into Bella’s.

“Sorry I really thought it’d be smaller.” You apologize to Bella some time later, the two of you sat in a group of friends and strangers. Bella doesn’t drink so you don’t either, watching everyone get drunk without the two of you.

“We should do something. Play a game.” Someone suggests, everyone agrees.

“We should play spin the bottle.” Some suggests, most people agree. You look over to Bella who’s shaking their head no.

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” Bella says, standing up going to sit out of the group. Still close enough to be part of the conversation but not in the immediate circle.

“You playing?” Some drunk dude asks you. You look over to Bella who just gives you a smile.

“I guess so.” You say, thinking it’ll be a funny story to tell someday.

“Fuck yeah,” he responds. You sit and wait as one of your friends finds a bottle lays in the center of the group all while explains the rules. A player spins the bottle, and must kiss the person to whom the bottle points when it stops spinning. You watch as people take turns, watching as people kiss. Most kisses only last a few seconds. It’s almost your turn, the girl before you spins the bottle. Landing on the boy next to you, she giggles before reaching over you to kiss him. Their kiss is more aggressive than the others, lasting much longer. People cheering them on as they continue.

“I don’t think I’m gonna live up to that performance.” You joke, as they pull away from each other. Nervously you spin the bottle, following it with your eyes as it spins in a circle. It lands on a girl, you barley know. Before you can say anything people are chanting for y’all to just do it.

“I mean if she’s down I’m down.” The girl shrugs her shoulders, looking at you for a response.

“Sure?” you say and for whatever reason it comes out as a question. She starts crawling towards you, when she’s only a few inches away from your face a voice interrupts the moment.

“What about your boyfriend?” It’s Bella speaking. She didn’t care about your boyfriend, using that as an excuse to make you not want to participate in this game anymore.

“What about him? Like you said he’s a dick.” You respond, looking back at the girl sat in front of you waiting for a kiss. Cheering resumes as you two get closer.

“Absolutely not.” Bella speaks over the loud noises, pulling you from the floor with a strength you didn’t know existed. Dragging you through the crowd, straight out the front door. Sounds of booing is all you can hear as you leave.

“What the fuck was that?” You ask, once Bella lets go of you hand. Bella paces back and forth, it’s obvious they want to say something but can’t get it out.

“You’re my best friend. I couldn’t let you do that.” Bella speaks, pacing coming to a stop to face you.

“Actually I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” Bella says, breaking your heart.

“All because I was going to kiss that girl?” You ask, arms crossed over your chest.

“Oh my fucking god. Do you listen like ever? How much more obvious do I have to be?” They ask, louder than before.

“What-“ Your cut off by Bella’s hands cupping your face in swift motion affectionately placing their lips on yours, you move your lips with theirs. Letting your arms fall to your sides. You’re the one to pull away, overwhelmed by all the feelings that came out in that moment.

“I understand if you’re mad at me. But I would of rather died than watch you have your first kiss with a woman not be me.” Bella says before you can fully process what just happened.

“I ruined our friendship.” They say, attempting to read your reaction but your speechless unable to comprehend.

“No you didn’t,” you respond.

“I want to ruin our friendship. I like you.” Bella speaks.

“I like you too.”

“No I like like like you.” Bella says, emphasizing on the last two likes.

“Do you listen like ever?” You ask, mocking their tone when they said that you moments ago.

“I like you.” You say again, emphasis on like. Bella’s eyes narrow on you, looking you in your eyes.

“So if I kissed you again? You wouldn’t stop?” They smirk.

“I don’t know, try me.” You tease, chewing on your lip. They do exactly that, pulling you into their embrace before kissing you for the second time.

—

After a heavy make out session, in the front lawn of that party you guys head back to Bella’s car. This time they open your door, something Bella has never done before. Stealing a kiss in the process then making their way to the drivers side. Once in there’s a silence between you two, sinking in what just happened. They make the drive home, no words are exchanged. Half way there, their hand rests on your thigh giving it a squeeze before going back to driving. You don’t even realize until it’s too late to turn back but Bella’s pulling into their apartment. This was not the original plan but plans change. Parking in their normal parking space.

“How long have you had feelings?” You ask as soon as the car shuts off.

“Oof,” they think out loud.

“Since forever basically.” They admit.

“Same.” You admit causing Bella’s jaw to drop.

“There’s absolutely no way that is possible.” Bella says, not believing you in the slightest.

“We met right before your career really started to take off. I didn’t think it was right to throw that on you while you were out there living your best life.” You explain.

“My best life would of been you by my side, I can’t believe we wasted so many years.” Bella sighs, frustrated.

“We’ll I guess we’re just gonna have to make up for lost time,” You smile, intertwining your fingers with theirs. Playing with the rings they always wore, something you loved about them.

“We better get started, only have two weeks and six days to make up for three years.” Bella grins before instructing you to get out of the car. You do so and Bella meets you outside of the passenger door. Pushing you softly into the side of the car, kissing you in the process. Hands waisting no time explore your body, taking you by surprise. You had never imagined Bella being so forward.

“Where’s this boldness coming from?” You ask when you pull away to breath.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said, we need to make up for all those lost years.” They grin, leading you towards their front door. Your excitement grows as they lead you toward their bedroom, ready to let Bella do whatever they want.

[ode2shay]

CoD X DnD Alex

Changeling origin’s vary from game to game but there is always the eir of mistrust surrounding them/their true nature. Whether it is a lineage or a recessive trait or curse, I think the effects of losing your true self in the mix is under utilized the same way that I feel that it is with Alex. Alex has been anything and anyone asked of him for years but when has he been afforded the liberty to be himself? When he defects for Farah, he allows himself his first taste of what he really believes in. Following orders and fitting a mold is easy when you can separate your idea of self from your actions, but what happens when you have been doing that for so long that you can’t find yourself under it all. I’ve even seen some theories that Alex isn’t his real name, just the alias he is the most comfortable in.

So what if it is, what if when a young boy was running from the Crown’s guards for stealing he shifted, using the bustling crowd to hide the way his skin flickered as it changed from pale to sunkissed, auburn curls shrinking to a golden crop. He was well practiced, and the busy market patrons never seemed to notice... the average market patron didn't have access to true sight. The arm that caught him by the back of his hood had shocked him enough that he didn’t fight it as it pulled him into the alley way. Staring up at the blond elven woman that now blocked his path to freedom he knew he was fucked, he eye glowed with a magic that he knew deep down meant she didn’t just see him, she knew what he was. “ It’s not often that I see someone with your kind of gift, young one. What is your name?” His silence didn’t seem to surprise her. “ My name is Katelyn, but you can call me Kate... if you don't want me to know your name that’s all right. Can I call you Alex?” Given she hadn’t pulled a blade on him for stealing yet, she could call him whatever. “ How would you like to never need to steal for dinner again, Alex?”

[jestersdlc]

>:3

.....I kind of want to give Wildcard piercings....(Or Pink...)

[umbralsound-xiv]

Prompt #16 - Third Rate

Character: Eir Age: 86 Location: Nagxia Outskirts, 1547 Sixth Astral Era Warnings: None

The uniform was ill fitting, hanging uncomfortably from his shoulders in an awkward between size that left it a little longer than he'd have liked it to. He mutely wonders if he's the first to wear it, or if some unfortunate soul before him donned it before something... Happened.

He tries not to think about it too much. Nor to look upon the many, many others gathered in some mute procession, instead staring at the floor. He'd not even been given a helmet, not even after they'd cut his hair to a length they'd deemed acceptable enough.

At least, longer than most. He wagers the barber had deemed him a woman, and at least allowed him to retain some semblance of femininity. He wasn't in any hurry to correct her. Or to speak to anyone. He stares at the shape of the shadow beside him; large enough to blot out the sun. He'd hoped he could hide in it, become invisible, somehow.

The shadow belonged to that of Blind Ox; The man who he'd already had so much to thank for, he thought, for at least not letting him be shot in the face not all too long ago. He steals a glance up, terror in his eyes, only to be returned with a small, comforting smile from the larger man. If he could remain with Ox, things would be at least easier to manage, he hoped.

But any semblance of calm Eir had managed to find in the moment is dismissed by the sound of a cry of absolute fury, as a woman in the crowd makes a beeline for him, fists raised.

"[TRAITOR!]" She screams. Eir is too stunned, too surprised to dodge fully, her hand clipping him in the cheek as he's almost pummeled to the ground, managing to backstep in the nick of time. The word she screams at him is spoken in a tongue so old it takes him a moment to realise what she'd said. The air leaves his lungs as he stares to her, terrified; he'd already put his hands up to indicate he hadn't wanted to fight.

She was a Viera, just like him. They were a rare breed anywhere in the world, much less conscripted. But men like himself were rarer still. He doesn't dare reply.

"[YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO PROTECT US! WHERE WERE YOU? WHERE WERE YOU!?]" Several people are now holding her back; Ox's looming shadow not far from his side, still. Eir was certain he'd never met this woman before in his life, but there was still a pang of... Something. Guilt?

He was supposed to be a Wood Warder. To protect the forest. To protect his people. Tears had formed in the corners of his eyes, though any sound or words he'd speak sticks neatly in the pit of his throat, too shaken to respond. The woman is dragged away, but the mute sting of the bruise she'd left him is enough of a reminder of the encounter.

He'd have been a poor wood warder even had he remained. He knew that well enough.

And likely, he wasn't about to be much better of a soldier, too.

[reine-du-sourire]

“Indeed, he does. ‘Tis a most serious affliction, Friend Tony. A curse of the mind! One that he has suffered from since our childhood.”

Or, Tony and Thor have a talk about OCD.

“Odor’s… what?”

“Odr. Odr’s Folly.”

“Wait, like… Odin’s Folly? Did your old man mess up again, or is this a new-”

“No, no, Friend Tony. Odr.”

“That sounds like a really bad cologne ad.”

“Not at all. Say it.”

“Odr’s Folly- did I get it this time? Nice. And so you’re telling me you think Loki has this?”

“Indeed, he does. ‘Tis a most serious affliction, Friend Tony. A curse of the mind! One that he has suffered from since our childhood.”

“You’re saying Loki has OCD?”

“You mortals have given it a name?”

“Yeah, obsessive-compulsive disorder. It’s a real thing. And not exactly something you should be calling a ‘curse of the mind,’ Goldilocks. It’s a mental health condition.”

“Bah. It is the same malady. And you did ask.”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.”

“But yes! A moment ago, upon finding the small spear for your rectangular scrying glass producing vast quantities of green sparks and bleating like a goat in distress every time you attempted to pick it up-”

“Oh, yeah. The stylus for my tablet. Right. What about it?”

“-did you not throw it down upon the floor and intone something beneath your breath? Why is he like this, if memory serves.”

“...I did intone that, yeah.”

“And so that is why he is like this.”

“...right. So this Odie’s Folly-”

“Odr, Friend Tony-”

“Yeah, yeah. So you’re telling me your baby brother has this cosmic OCD that translates to him turning my stylus into a goat sparkler.”

“...I have never seen this particular compulsion before. But they can be peculiar. And yet they compel him! He must follow them as if commanded by the Norns themselves.”

“Well, I guess there aren’t any light switches to flick around on Asgard. So he’s gotta mess with my stylus.”

“Precisely.”

“Doing some spell thing on the elevator so people float when they try to get in.”

“Indeed.”

“Stealing the coffee maker and replacing it with a rock.”

“Ah… I do not believe that was a compulsion. He simply hates coffee.”

“Making the lab ceiling rain all over my stuff.”

“Just so!”

“Turning the stripes on Cap’s suit sideways.”

“Exactly!”

“Yeah, except there’s just one problem.”

“And what is that?”

“You’re saying this whole thing is just Loki trying to manage his stress, but it’s not exactly working, is it? Because he’s still Loki. You’re not telling me he doesn’t like doing this stuff. And while we’re at it, if his compulsions are this bad, like ‘oops, I invaded Earth with an alien army’ bad, then-”

“You are correct. It is not all because of the Folly. He is also very creative, grows easily bored, and this affliction worsens that which… troubles him already. A… vicious cycle, I believe I heard Friend Steve say once.”

“Yep. Great. So the OCD just makes him extra Loki.”

“Precisely.”

“Wonderful. That explains why I had to call pest control last week because there were snakes in the air vents. So what’s he doing about it?”

“Doing?”

“Yeah. Do you guys even have therapy on Asgard? Coping strategies? Anything?”

“I suggested to him, once, that he seek council from Eir.”

“Let me guess. He threw a dagger at you.”

“Three. And a helmet.”

“So he… doesn’t do anything about it.”

“You are mistaken, Friend Tony. Loki does many things about it.”

“Right. By things, you mean throwing daggers at people. Controlling minds. Wrecking New York. Turning my stylus into a tiny taser goat hybrid. The classics.”

“Loki works through his struggles in his own way.”

“By making everyone else’s life a waking nightmare?”

“As you say.”

“So what happens if he doesn’t- what’s the word- indulge these compulsions?”

“It is very dangerous. The Folly builds. The urges gnaw at him. Call to mind, if you will, the serpent Jörmungandr encircling its prey! Just so are these impulses upon my brother. If he denies himself, he becomes… irritable.”

“Irritable.”

“More so.”

“How? Bears in the vents instead of snakes?”

“There was an incident with a bilgesnipe once.”

“Bilge- what?”

“Large creatures. With tusks. They do not belong in banquet halls. Or the king’s chambers. Or-”

“Let me guess. Loki got stressed, nobody noticed, and suddenly your version of animal control had their hands full.”

"Indeed. T’was a most chaotic fortnight."

“A fortnight ?”

“Bilgesnipe are quite stubborn, Friend Tony.”

“Yeah, no kidding. And you’re just… cool with this? Just letting your brother stress-magic his way into turning your big fancy palace into a petting zoo?”

“He is my brother.”

“Way to enable negative behavior, big guy.”

“Thank you!”

“...you’re welcome. But we can’t have giant Asgardian rhinos running around just because Loki’s having a bad day. So if you’re not gonna do something about this, I will.”

“If you are thinking of violence against my brother, Tony Stark-”

“Woah, woah, cool it, Point Break! No violence, I promise. I’m just gonna apply some… strategic redirection.”

“I do not know what you mean by this.”

“Distract him from the intrusive thoughts, you know? Classic mental health stuff. Basically, next time he starts looking twitchy, I’m gonna drag him outside and we’re going to walk up and down New York and eat random street food until he calms down.”

“You are going to… bribe… my brother with… food?”

“Kinda. I mean, you can’t turn stuff into other stuff and invade Earth if you’re trying to figure out how to eat something you’ve never seen that’s the size of your head and dripping in grease, right?”

“Aha! Yes! I see now! This is an excellent plan, Friend Tony! Worthy of a mind such as your own!”

“-ow- easy, Goldilocks, not so hard- don’t spill that! Thanks. Good catch. Ow. Yeah, I think it’s a good plan. What kind of stuff does he like, food-wise?”

“He does not like coffee.”

“Yeah, I gathered as much. Are we going for sweet stuff, though? Deep-fried? Meat? Chicken? Or should I let him try everything and see what he goes for first?”

“Perhaps that is the wisest strategy. Shall I tell him of your-”

“Nope. Definitely not. Let it be a surprise.”

“Loki does not like surprises.”

“Too bad. He’ll like this one. Wait. Does he get sugar highs?”

“What?”

“Never mind, don’t tell me, I’ll find out for myself. Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

[pinkslenderman]

(Ooc off screen shenanigans for the sillies, assume it happened yesterday :3)

Pink hums as ey take a sip of eir tea.

Ey'd just put Aster to bed a few minutes beforehand. Ey were enjoying the calm and quiet, glad things were as they should be again.

"We ever been on fucking platonic date or whatever?" Wildcard voice cuts in from behind em.

Pink chokes on eir tea, putting it down as ey cover eir mouth, coughing.

"I beg your pardon?" ey sputter out turning to chaotic.

Wildcard's shuffling one of chaotics deck of cards.

Pink silently watches chaotic a moment. "...may I ask when you got here dear."

Luck waves a hand dismissively putting lucks cards away and stealing eir tea.

"Don't fucking worry about it Ace, not long."

Ey give luck a flat look as the other drinks eir tea.

"I will worry about it since this isn't my house Wildcard."

Ey raise an eyebrow, unimpressed as Wildcard gags on the taste of eir tea. "My tea, dear." ey hold out a hand for eir cup back.

Wildcard huffs handing it back to em, if dice had eyes, dice would roll them. "Eugh...fuck it's mint...ya, ya, have your gross as shit tea back." grimacing at the taste.

"Thank you." ey say flatly, drinking eir tea as Wildcard plops cardself in one of the other chairs at the table.

Pink sighs. "Now...as for your question, no we have not. Neither of us ever explicitly stated any time together was a platonic date. What brought this up?"

Wildcard frowns, fiddling with one of lucks rings. "A fucking 'anon' asking weird ass questions, how the fuck would I know if we had though???" Wildcard grouses.

"The same way we decided what we have is a QPR ne m'oublie pas, fleur. By talking about it and being upfront and open."

Wildcard grumbles slouching into cards arms as card glares at em....it's more of a pout really.

"...fucker."

Pink says nothing sipping eir tea.

They sit in relative silence for a few minutes, Wildcard absently tapping chaotics claws as Pink enjoys eir tea.

Wildcard mutters something incomprehensible.

"...I need you to speak up if you want me to understand you dear." Pink tells card gently.

Wildcard growls sitting up tense as luck growls lucks words out. "Would you want to go on one?!?"

Pink pauses a moment before responding.

"...on a date dear?" asking to make sure eir understanding the other.

"Yes, a fucking...platonic date thingy."

Pink raises an eyebrow at dice. "Would you want to?"

Wildcard scowls hunching in on diceself.

"If you dont want to just fucking say so, Ace."

Pink puts eir tea down with a sigh. "That's not what I said, my dear. I asked if you wanted to. I'm not opposed to the idea; however, I'd be just as content if we didn't."

Luck slumps back onto the table scowling. "...fuck if I know."

Pink puts a hand on lucks.

"And that's alright dear, you can take your time to think about it. There's no rush."

Wildcard just huffs, tendrils swaying behind card.

"Ya, ya..."

"......may I ask now how you got in dear, I thought Daisy was out."

Wildcard grins. "Easy. I picked the lock."

"WILDCARD."

[sylvaridreams]

Ultimately it's very funny to me the "character xyz did nothing wrong actually!" fans of every character that gets any degree of hate. OK. Sure. Have you considered though that it's vastly more entertaining and interesting if they *did* do something wrong though?

Said it before I think to sun and sage, and this isn't to pick specifically on Caithe fans, but-- blah blah, never ask a man his salary a woman her age or a Caithe-did-nothing-wrong fan what happened to the centaur settlement in the Silverwastes in 1304 AE! She did help do a massacre there. That's pretty bad overall.

And yet I really like Caithe! I think she's fun and interesting and she's nice to get to know throughout the game. I think these two ideas of "Caithe Did Something Pretty Bad" and "I Like Her" can coexist. Like it's great that she doesn't massacre villages anymore overall but also I think it lends more to her character that she actively participated in this brutal act than if we pretend that she's got mega girl power but only when it's convenient to some morally upstanding end, and otherwise she was just completely at Faolain's dastardly whims. Somehow!

Something about how every character needs to be morally upright and can-do-no-wrong for us to like them, and if they're not they must repent and atone and seek the ultimate forgiveness-- overall it's all very christian in nature and boring and it sucks. You reinvented catholicism is what you did. You made Rytlock confess his sins eat a cracker and atone. You shouldn't do that, he's more interesting without doing that. Personally I think Rytlock should get another divorce and kill another son. And Eir should have also had more secrets she kept, and Caithe should steal a full baker's dozen of dragon eggs from me, and Braham should actually be even worse at handling grief and take it all out on the Commander. These are all what's known as conflict in a story. And they make it sooooo fun. It's almost 2 am, are you rocking with me⁉️

[afroggycollective]

"Hey, easy.. easy.. you took a heavy hit out there. You're in the healers wing, everything's okay." Eir spoke softly and calmly hoping to ease any anxiety the other felt upon their sudden waking up. She didn't want them to jerk around and pull out their IV or anything.

[ynsvnte]

im stealing eires from you💋👹 but ilyt😍

- 🎀anon

@sincerelyrki you hear that

[alteredsilicone]

Jade Shadows spoilers but spinning ideas for my Viriverse

Jade in Nidus' colors.

Stalker arrived at the Orbiter but instead of the Operator he found Voland and Umbra who were ready to kill him but Stalker actually decided to Tell His Story and Voland was all "By the Stars, bring her here STAT" and Stalker was all "I can't" so Voland went with him back to Uranus, used parasitic link on Jade and they transported her to Artemis' Orbiter where Voland used Helminth infusions on Jade to heal her.

She regains her strength and is no longer in mortal peril. She gives birth to the Warframe baby and doesn't die and is no longer pregnant.

There, happy ending that I am satisfied with. Stalker and Jade and their baby return to Uranus and live happily ever after.

Artemis returns and Voland and Umbra tell her about the Warframe Birth and she is just all "you GOTTA be shitting me".

Artemis, Iris, Virgo and Eir go do ascension missions and when Green Stalker appears they all collectively shit their pants (metaphorically).

Voland promised Stalker and Jade he would not make a Huge Deal out of this ordeal so the couple can live in peace, but once Parvos appears and tries to steal Jade's light powers, the two are forced to act. That's how they team up with the Virisquad.

[spiribia]

Still the beginning of the Icebrood Saga was so rife with potential for me. I don’t personally see it as a tale of uniquely shitty parenthood, per se. rather it opens the gate for a potentially poignant exploration of familial structures or lineage in Norn and Charr culture and the ways those structures are built can result in sorrow for all parties involved. Icebrood Saga is a tragedy at the end of the day. Most people understand this about Rytlock having to kill his own son. The Norn emphasis on creating a legend and the carrying on of your parents’ legacy more directly in your surname - Braham, son of Eir, is Braham Eirsson. Charr don’t have surnames inherited from their parents. Their culture is much less dependent on nuclear family - charr parents are more hands off, and give their children up to the warband structure instead, where they are raised in groups with their peers by unrelated mentor figures instead. Charr have a broader community mindedness that Crecia is a reflection of, whereas Rytlock funnily enough reflects more the human values of individual attachment > community. In the story section where you are chasing Ryland with his parents through the storm and are intercepted by a huge ice elemental heading toward the valley, and Rytlock wants to just ignore it and blaze ahead out of concern for his adult son, and Crecia is adamant that it’s your responsibility to stop and take it down before it can proceed to harm everyone else’s cubs, even if it means risking her personal chase. Crecia’s last words to Ryland are incredibly harsh, but it isn’t like she’s unprovoked saying this to an innocent adult minor - this is coming off the back of him selfishly aligning with “charr are the one pure race” extremists & contributing to the deaths of an untold number of innocents. Charr also just kind of…talk like that, which doesn’t make it less violent, but also doesn’t make it as proportionally jarring a statement as it would if like humans were saying that stuff to each other. In her mind she should’ve killed him to prevent the loss of all those lives. But yes, also, young charr are taken from their parents and raised for war. I don’t see the issue as being they lack nuclear family – you see in Steel Warband how loving these familial structures can be. But this also leads to potentially abusive upbringings in the name of toughening kids up, which Ryland was a part of. I don’t even really care for the execution of all of this as is in game past a certain early stage of it, for the record. But you have Rytlock’s Sohothin, and you have Ryland’s flamesaw, a “Charr-made Sohothin”, which you can see both as an attempt to emulate and / or through the lens that he FORGED this himself with his own hands as he did with his name rather than having a relic of human power handed to him, something he’d disdain. And then you have Eir’s bow, which Braham inherited from his mom, as Braham with his name…and which Ryland steals from Braham after an evening of lowering his guard by relating to him. I really would’ve liked to see more about Braham’s dynamic with Ryland, considering they end up grappling each other for fifteen minutes on a field while 50 or so players bombard them with turtles at some crucial point of the story. But I digress. That’s not even touching on Norn and t