#Golden Gaurdians

[bewitched-bullet]

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Kozmotis Pitchiner as seen in To Jump the Balefire on Ao3 Fae au

[crazyskirtlady]

Mr. Dance Naga

Naga x fem!reader

Warnings: gods mentioned, fear, forced/coerced, hypnotized, choking, biting, blood, venom, size difference, double v penetration,

Content: going to the God Serpent Temple late at night to pray, you run into a horny Naga.

The temple is empty and dark...

...except for the main altar where dozens of different sized candles flicker, shadows writhe in every corner. You pause when a particularly large shadow blocks the whole altar from your view. As you stare you realize that it isn't just a shadow it is a naga!

He is dancing, his lithe body swirling amidst the smoke of the incense. His movements are graceful and sensual, his black and green scales flashing golden in the candle light and his black hair sliding across his face. You can see his red eyes glowing like twin embers smoldering in the darkness.

You gasp in awe, and he hears you. Stopping his mesmerizing dance he turns and stares at you his red eyes blazing, boring through you. He lifts his eyebrow and a smirk tugs at his lips

"Greetings worshipper." The naga slithers toward you and bows his upper body. "I am Duangkamol, the temple gaurdian." His voice is gentle and sibilant and your first reaction of fear starts to subside.

"Greetings my Lord." You bow deeply to show your respect to the naga in the temple of the God Serpent, it is not everyday you are graced with the rare site of a naga in the temple!

"What brings you to the temple so late in the night my dear?" Duangkamol brought his upper body down so he is eye level with you. You can't help but notice his graceful facial features accentuated by the delicate black scales rising up his arms, shoulders and neck mingling into his jet black hairline.

You are nearly hypnotized speechless by his gaze which seems to grasp you physically but you manage to tear your eyes away and look down.

"Uh... well I was needing to... to pray for...for a more flexible mindset you know." you mumble, feeling a blush in your cheeks, but you're not sure why.

Taking a slow breath in, a soft hiss escaping his lips "Ah! so you came to the temple to worship The Infinite One, that he may grant you the ability to adapt to... different circumstances..." The naga drew up a bit in height his smile widening and his eyes narrowing.

"Allow me to give you His blessing." Duangkamol lowered his voice to almost a purr.

You swallow hard and try to smile back, sure he was handsome, like, extremely handsome! But you were nervous, the naga was much larger than you, his tail alone was twice your height in length, lean and sinewy full of taut muscle. Naga were fierce and strong a bit mysterious and always unpredictable demigods. You couldn't disrespect him, especially in the temple! But your heart was still racing and fear was creeping back into your chest.

"I...I can always come back to the temple another time...I didn't mean to interrupt your dance my Lord." You bow your head and attempt to turn around and walk away. Quickly he coils his lower body and tail around to encircle you and you can feel your heart leap. And from his growing grin you know he can hear your pulse, and see the heat of your body intensifing with his infrared vision.

Duangkamol leans in closer, flicking his forked tongue near your cheek, catching your scent.

Ancient instincts are screaming in your head, you are prey! Run away! But his eyes are locked on yours again and their hypnotic power has a full grip on you now. Your body is locked and frozen as his coils shrink the space around you.

"Now my dear." Duangkamol reaches out and caresses your cheek. His black scales are smooth and cold against your skin and a soft moan escapes your throat. He clearly hears it, his smile grows more sinister his fangs prominent now, large and sharp, reflecting the flickering candlelight. You can't tear your gaze away from them, your breath is heaving in your chest, your heart fluttering. His face is so close you can see every detail of his beautiful scales, you feel like you might faint when his lips brush against your forehead, his forked tongue flickering again and again to taste you deeply.

"Let me...blessss... you..."

Your eyes droop closed. You feel like you are falling forward, but that is when you realize you are completely wrapped in his coils; Your whole body supported and encircled tightly. He isn't squeezing you, yet, but your breath is erratic and frantic.

"Don't fear me." Duangkamol whispers against your skin, his lips are soft, a stark contrast against his scaled hand now sliding down your neck. His fingers apply firm pressure on your jaw and throat forcing you to look up at him. His grip is so strong on your neck you whimper, but Duangkamol chuckles softly and open his mouth wide, his fangs glistening. You feel his thumb pressing into your lips prying your mouth open, and you grunt trying to pull away, but his grip on you is too tight, you can't budge. Both of his hands are on your face now, thumbs pushing into the wetness of your mouth and you can't even struggle against his overwhelming strength.

"Mmm..." Duangkamol purrs as he watches your tongue loll out, saliva dripping onto the scales of his hands. "Warm-bloods have the sweetest rasa." He lets out a small groan feeling and seeing the heat emanating out of your mouth like a blazing fire. His eyes are like 2 sparkling rubies glittering madly as he brings his mouth to yours and flicks his tongue into the hot wetness. The naga groans again and his coils contract around you. Black dots swim in your vision for a second.

Duangkamol notices your faltering consciousness and eases his coiled grip on your body, just a bit. He keeps his hands on your face, sliding his thumb up and down your tongue, making you drool. He keeps his eyes locked on yours and his intense unwavering gaze is starting to make you feel warmth rising into your loins. The naga can also feel the shift in your body, and he grins wickedly.

"You are starting to understand now my sweet...yes?" His sultry voice tickles your ear, and you can't nod or talk so you let out a pathetic open-mouthed grunt. The sound delights the naga and his coils twitch and slither around your body.

"Oh yes! You will accept my blessing now won't you?" Duangkamol tilts his head in an almost coy manner, he moves his thumb out of your mouth, but keeps his hands on your face, he glances away and frees you briefly from his hypnotic gaze.

You are breathless with conflicting emotions of fear and was that arousal? Still firmly grasped by the embrace of the nagas massive body coils, you should be pleading to be let go...but... Duangkamol was so incredibly handsome and...how often did you ever get an offer to be blessed by a demigod?

"Please...bless me, my lord!" The words were stuttering out before you could truly process what you were saying.

The naga was all to eager to respond. He reacted as instantly as was befitting a serpent, snapping forward he drove his fangs into your neck. The needle sharp penetration burning like ice and you scream out in pain! Just as quick as the pain had come it was fading, you could feel his venom pumping into your body with the same sensation of pins filling a cramped limb. You grunt and gasp and try to struggle but Duangkamol grips your neck in his large hand, holding you still as he fills you with his load. When he rocks back, gazing at you with affection, you can see your blood on his lips.

You are already feeling the affects of his venom, sweat beads on your brow and the warmth in your groin intensifies to an uncomfortable degree. Your vision wobbles and you cry out "Please my lord!" in a panic. Duangkamol is immediately holding you in his arms, his coils shifting position around you as he cradles you, caressing you face.

"Shh my dear. Do not be afraid! My venom will not harm you." He kisses your forehead and you begin to feel tingling all throughout your body. "No it will not harm you at all...in fact it will make you feel so much better! Oh, you will see!" He slips one hand along your shoulder under your clothes pushing the fabric away.

Everywhere he touches your skin now scintillates, and when the smooth hard scales of his hand brush against your breast you yelp. Duangkamol covers your mouth with his, kissing you deeply, his forked tongue curling around yours. His hand cups your breast and his fingers play with your nipple. The feeling is so intense you swoon and very nearly faint. But Duangkamol is not letting you go, giving your nipple a sharp pinch while simultaneously nipping your lip with his fang he brings your mind back to the moment.

You can feel his muffled chuckle against your lips as his hand slides further down removing the last of your clothing. He still has a firm grasp on your neck with his other hand, his body coils supporting you, keeping you pressed against him tightly and oh! The feeling of your naked skin enwrapped in his scaled embrace is overwhelming! You are panting around his lips, as his tongue swirls around your mouth, his hand has found the warm, wet folds between your legs. Plunging his fingers into your labia he massages and probs, seeking your clit. His kissing gets sloppy, licking up and down your neck and sucking on your lips drinking every drop of saliva he can. He has you so overstimulated you can't be sure if you are even breathing anymore, you feel like you are floating, your skin on fire.

When Duangkamol slips his finger deep into your hot, wet hole your entire body becomes a desperate shaking mess.

"Ah! More my lord! Please give me more!" Your voice sounding so needy, it doesn't even seem to be yours anymore. You want to buck your hips against his hand, to drive his finger in deeper, to gain friction against his hand on your swollen aching clit. But your body is so heavy and slow from the effects of the naga venom that you can only whimper desperately. Duangkamol knows what you want, he fills your hole with 3 fingers, pumping in and out, the palm of his hand roughly grinding against your clit. Grasping your hair he pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes while the first waves of pure pleasure engulf you. Your body shudders, your eyes roll back, your breath leaves you completely and you finally do lose consciousness...

You are jolted back into awareness by cold scales slithering sharply across your skin, your arms and legs squeezed tightly in looped coils. When your eyes focus you see Duangkamol smiling at you, his hands are gliding all over your body, gently fingering at your nipples then caressing your stomach, getting a firm grip on your butt...

You look down and see Duangkamol has positioned himself between your legs and at the crux of his body where his scales gradually became skin you can see his most intimate flesh. Pink and wet, glistening in the still flickering candlelight, 2 thick, barbed appendages throb eagerly.

"Uh!" An involuntary grunt of shock and worry escapes your lips. You realize then you are immobile, but whether it is from the venom or from the nagas iron-like grip on you it is unsure. Duangkamol delights in the sounds sputtering from you, smiling and nuzzling your face he kisses you deeply again, smothering your protests. His forked tongue dives deep into your mouth, your numbed muscles allowing him easy entry as he tongue fucks your throat. His fingers rolling, tugging and pushing on your nipples and soon your clit is on fire again, aching for friction, but you cannot beg for attention now. Duangkamol is in total control of your body, he senses your peaking desire and with his tongue still deeply embedded in you, he reaches down and grabs your thighs, pulling your wet, aching hole right onto his twin, barbed phalluses. For a brief moment you linger on the top of this plateau, shocked and totally aware of how large his double appendages are as he slowly and carefully maneuvers himself inside you. So slowly you can feel the jarring, stretching sensation of your body accommodating his entry. Duangkamol keeps pushing into you, filling your body in a way it has never been filled before. Your breathing is frantic but Duangkamol keeps his mouth locked on yours, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly it seems his scales would cut your skin! He finally stops only when your body presses firmly against his, your vulva and clit flush against his crotch. Oh! And you can feel every scale along this inner curve of his body, so rough and cold against your hot, swollen clit. Now he manipulates your legs to cross tightly around his waist, tail coiling to keep you tied in this perfect position. Your head is swimming again, the feel of his body so deeply embedded inside your own, filling you beyond what you had ever thought possible is overwhelming. You might have fainted except Duangkamol releases your mouth from his, forked tongue sliding out of your throat, trailing saliva along your lips.

"Do you understand now my dearest?" His voice rumbles in your ear, and you whimper desperately unable to form thoughts at all. "Oh yes, yes you do understand don't you?" The naga embraces you tightly, arms encircling you tenderly he plants soft kisses along your cheeks and down your neck, the slight movement jostles his twin members inside you and you gasp loudly feeling the barbs flare to keep him in place. "Oh yes you like that feeling don't you my sweet?" Before you can even comprehend his words you feel his fangs on your flesh again, Piercing your skin much more slowly you feel his fangs penetrate you, there is no pain this time but still you moan loudly as you feel the naga pump another load of venom into you, fangs throbbing almost in sync with his throbbing hemipenes. This time the venom burns into you, liquid fire, you are sweating and trembling, your clit so needy! You want to move against Duangkamol to feel him! His firey red eyes watch you twitch in desire, his smile pure elation. And when he finally moves against your body it is like an explosion of sensation.

You scream, your voice echoing against the pillars of the temple, making the candles dance wildly. Duangkamol is slamming into you, grinding his body against your burning clit, frotting his twin shafts inside you, his massive body of coils twisting and slithering around you as he holds you so tight. So tight you begin to gasp for air, but Duangkamol is gone deep into ecstasy and he doesn't stop thrusting and squeezing...

The naga throws back his head and groans loud like a roar, as his hot load bursts inside your womb, like his vemon it burns and tingles, sending you into the throes of orgasm. And your contracting muscles make the naga shoot another load, and another, caught in a feedback loop of exhilaration! Duangkamol is like a ravenous animal, rutting mindlessly, ceaselessly, as you orgasm again and again your voice hoarse and raspy from crying out.

In that spiraling peak you feel as though you may go mad, lose yourself forever, and that is when your mind expands...and for what seems like an eternity you perceive total consciousness...a complete dissolution of all physical boundaries...and you see as a God would...

Then you are collapsing into your own flesh again, your body a heap of twitching, exhausted meat sprawled amongst a mound of scaled coils. Smoke from the altar incense gathering on your sticky, sweat soaked skin, light is coming from outside the temple now, day is dawning.

"You have received my blessing well." Duangkamol whispers beside you.

[trippygalaxy]

What if OOT! link became the gaurdian of the lost woods?

What if his form shifted from flesh and bones into bark and roots? What if his presence was felt by every stranger that set foot on his soil, looming over them like the gnarled trees. What if he felt ever snapped twig, a hot shiver blazing down -what used to be- his spine as his peaceful home is disturbed. What if the guardian could move through the trees as if they were doorways with such speed that most assume the guardian teleport using said trees.

What if this guardian wore an old tattered cape, once belonging to his old self as protection from the cold, but it is now used for games by kindred spirits who giggle and play among the trees. What if the sword, once belonged to the old army man, is now used as a prop in lively plays as if it wasn’t stained with the blood of the deserving and those not. What if the overgrown, golden armour was used to bring melodies to the quiet forest? What if, everything designed for violence was changed into a symbol of new beginnings?

What if Link took care of the kokiri, watching over them like they once did for him.

[anundyingfidelity]

I feel Adam would have some culture shock going from living in the ways of the Sovereign that his mother taught him and then joining the Gaurdians, could I request some headcanons on how he would adjust to his new life? (angst or fluff would be great!)

Absolutely anon, I liked this a lot! It's a little bit long, but here you go.

I also have to say this is based on GotG vol 3 Adam ^^

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Headcanons about Adam adjusting to his new life

The Sovereign are known to be arrogant people, so Adam would have this running on his veins. So please expect to get his feet on the ground, mostly by Rocket or you.

And this is very difficult because he has been created to be strong without any kind of measure, foolish, and a super powerful god-like being. Everything about him is (almost) perfect. That's where you come in, to show him the beauty of errors and human life, that not everything has to be black or white, you can have a mix of both sometimes.

To Adam, you look like a free soul. Someone who leads your own path in life and he is amazed by it and how carefree you are.

He surely will have a lot more of cultural shocks, like taking a lot of things quite literally, which will make him and Drax a dangerous but kinda funny duo.

At first, Adam might also get offended easily, so it will be your task to explain this topic to him. You will be repeating "don't take anything personally" often, until he is able to understand.

Adam had short time with his mother, but he knows what loyalty is about thanks to her. He becomes a very loyal guardian, specially with Rocket. Learning about Rocket's story was hard for him, he didn't completely understand why he was sent behind the raccoon, and now that he does he has nothing but respect and admiration for the captain.

His mother is another difficult topic for Adam. He still has strong feelings about her and wondered what could have been, so he leans a lot on you and Rocket for that. At first he avoids talking about his own personal short life, however he knows you will not judge what he has to tell and will listen to him even if that means you'll stay up the whole night.

When he also cries for the first time, you'll try to explain to him what is this feeling about and that it's not wrong. You become very close after that, Adam will trusts you many things about his life and his feelings, something he is trying very hard to understand.

So Blurp, his new little pet. He makes sure to give all his love to Blurp and to give everything, if not more. You know how much he loves this fluffy, F'saki creature, so if Adam has to leave for some long time and you're free, you would take care of Blurp as much as needed.

Nebula is kind of special towards Adam though, she is also getting used to the new addition to the team and a long journey had to start so she could get along with him eventually.

And Groot, well, he is Groot and if Rocket welcomed the golden boy to the family, so will he. When Adam and Groot are working to help the new children and animals they make an amazing team together.

I'd say Adam finds a whole new purpose of serving others with his strenght and with his powers. Besides being a Guardian, he is a good citizen and a good friend, thanks to you.

[shelbgrey]

Heyy!

my ask is

can i get something like the reader is gabriel's girlfriend but She is also sam and dean's little sister?

first time i ask someone🥲

greetings from hungary!🇭🇺

Thanks for the request buddie, hope it's okay this is in Headcanon form and greetings from the US🇺🇸

The Winchester and the Trickster: Gabe Headcanons

Paring: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: headcanons on what it's like to be the youngest winchester and dating Gabe

MasterList

Your guys story starts before you even knew it did.

Gabe is your guardian angel and knew who you were for a long time. His job as your Garudian Angel is the only thing he took seriously.

If you and choose to be together you might keep it a secret at first.

Not only are you a hunter your the youngest winchester, which means the brothers are extremely over protective of you.

It took a while for you to except gabes love but you don't regret it what so ever.

He may seem like a villan to everyone else but he treats you like a queen.

After a while you and him do get cought by Sam. Gabe decided to stay over at the bunker one night after the boys went on a hunt. You both were in the middle of a heated make out sessions when Sam walked in.

Dean didn't like it one bit. He didn't trust Gabe and he sure as hell didn't want gabe around you.

Sam on the other had was questionable about it but tried to see it your way.

After a while the boys got over it and even started getting along with him.

I think him and Dean would intentionally get on each other's nerves and constantly teas each other.

Sam and him get along okay but Sam gets tired of the sarcasm.

Gabe will help out on hunts as much as possible but he's mainly there to protect you. You'll come out of a hunt without a scratch with him, that's a promise.

He never fails to make you laugh and always has you smiling.

His kisses are rough and passionate. They're usually unexpected and he isn't afraid to kiss you in front of your brothers.

You love his wings. With the gaurdian angel connection your the only one who can see his golden wings.

Be prepared for candy wrappers and angel feathers every where. Mainly in your shared room in the bunker.

He'll watch whatever show you love at the time and will always try to enjoy the music you love.

You'll qoute movies and make movie reference together all the time.

He'll go under cover with you for a hunt all the time. His favorite FBI names to use is Agent Scully and Mulder.

He's the best cuddler. You never slept well with a the anxiety that comes with being a hunter but if he's there with his arms around you, you have enough peace and comfter to sleep well.

You'll help him prank your brothers all the time. No matter the consequence it's worth the laugh.

Castiel is your best friend so be prepared for some jealousy. That's gabes down fall.

He trusts and loves you but he's afraid you'll find someone better and leave him. There's always been a part of him that thinks he's too bad for you.

That's not true. You love every part of him but he had to stop hurting your brothers before you could continue to date him.

Speaking of which. During all his torture and pranks he's pulled you were never harmed. He knew how close you a Dean were so he made sure you didn't see or remember him dying at the mystery spot.

He'd ask you to marry him but since the world always seemes to be ending you'd nevr have a big fancy wedding but your brothers and Castile help make a tine wedding special.

When Jack comes around the both of you take him and become his aunt and uncle or parent figures.

I think after everything calms down in the world you'd end up adopting Jack.

Even though it started off Rocky but everything is okay now. As long as he's around no harm will come.

That's all for now buds

[nebulabasket]

Remembering a World and History that Nobody Else Has Ever Known

CW: cult mention, death mention, apocalypse mention, religion mention, spirituality, bigotry.

I am a somtive/dreamtive "headmate" (party member; I don't like the term "headmate" for myself), and the lives I remember only seem to exist in this world through me and the dream that brought me here. I say "lives" because, in the world I remember as my own, I am a magical gaurdian beast reincarnated into a human body. I wish I could remember my name from my first life, but here I've come to refer to myself as anymic archaeosapient magical gaurdianbeastkin in lieu of a proper name, let alone one the people of this world would recognize. I was worshipped as a deity in my first life, but I don't really feel like a deity. I was only doing what I needed to do. More on this later, but even given this glorified history, I would be genuinely shocked if anyone in this world were to recognize any of what I remember.

In my first life, I was this powerful magical luminous golden gaurdian beast the size of a small mountain tasked with protecting the world I'm from. I fought this equally powerful, magical, and enormous red serpent-bull-man beast of chaos, death, and destruction. Ultimately, I sealed it away underground where I stayed to gaurd it and make sure it stayed sealed away. As such, I was worshipped as a deity. In this life, I formed a small glowing green rabbit companion in my mind and magically projected it into reality with magic as a sort of helper and messenger. A manifestation of peace and prosperity. After hundreds of years, I faded into a deep slumber, passing on from that life and leaving my rabbit companion to watch over the world in my wake. It was prophesied that I would be reborn into a human vessel far into the future when the red beast begins to break free and my powers would reawaken to seal him away once more.

Well, a few thousand years or so later, I was reincarnated into the human body I have in the inner/other world. Transmasc nonbinary xenogender neopronoun user, aroace, punk, non-religious, neurodivergent, disabled, indigenous, and, as I'd come to find out after never really feeling human anyway, otherkin (I do have much in common with the body in this world). I had never felt like anyone had ever taken me seriously, I didn't have a good relationship with my family, I didn't really have any friends because I sucked at making any, and I was (and honestly still am) generally exhausted and sick of everything. Then one day in my early 20's, some weird guy came up to me spouting about how I was the chosen one or some shit and dragged me to some cult meeting where both of us proceeded to be mocked and ridiculed and I was called a solid handful of slurs. But the guy convinced them to bring me to this alter thing and do some kind of ritual just to be sure. Well, I guess that awakened the past life version of me and I gradually started regaining my memories and powers and my eyes began to glow gold. Unfortunately, the cult wasn't too pleased with this outcome and didn't even know how my magic worked or how I was supposed to seal away the "demon". Well, I guess the green rabbit from my past life had found me and told the weird guy to lead me to the artifact at the alter so I could reawaken my power, and the green rabbit came to me as a guide of sorts and started speaking to me in riddles. There was also this guy that was supposed to be training me, but I don't think he knew what he was doing.

Anyway, I was supposed to solve the riddles to find some hidden extremely unaccessable temple ruins or something to complete some kind of ritual and battle the red beast again to seal him back away once more until the next time he would break free. One of the temples turned out to be underneath a high school, which was a pain in the ass. I went through all that trouble still dealing with all of my personal and health issues on top of that and almost died trying to seal away the red beast, and I was told I couldn't tell anyone or ask for outside help as to not cause mass hysteria, and the weird bigoted cult certainly wasn't any help. After all of that, I hardly even got a begrudging "thank you". Like, I don't want to be worshipped, but recognition and gratitude would at least be nice. I was just expected to just go on living my same shitty life like nothing ever happened, but now with magical powers and new trauma I could never tell anyone about. And don't you think the savior of the world being part of multiple minority groups and being disabled could have brought on at least a little positive change or at least a little hope? Honestly, it's not like anyone would have believed me, anyway. But then I woke up here in this body in this world where none of my achievements even happened or mean anything. I'm still rapidly losing my rights in a hostile environment in a world where I feel even more alone. I just hope someone else out there can relate, I guess.

~ 🌘 Crow 🌔

[neonartistycauseidk]

Golden ticket winner parents/gaurdians/Wonka…my beloveds

(LAST ONE…!!!! For now, I’ll probably make one for the 2005 version…but this is it for now!)

[pat1dee]

The Golden Gaurdian

Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen #135

January 1971

Art by Kack Kirby and Vince Colleta

[melonteee]

Was re-watching your Law video, and got to the part where you talk about Nature Vs. Nurture, and suddenly was reminded of Sabo. And how freaking crazy it was that at the tender age of 5 years old, realized he didn't want to live as a noble and would prefer the freedom of a literal trash dump to it. Also made me realize we never saw how he and Ace first met, which really makes me want to see how it happened. Because we know from Ace and Luffys first interactions that Ace isn't an easy person to get close to. And it seems like Sabo was the first one that wasn't one of 'Gaurdians' that broke down Aces walls. Makes one wonder what kind of duckwild thing had to have happen for Sabo to earn his trust.

Sabo was locked in a golden cage essentially, and his friendship with Ace is definitely what made him discover...empathy?? Many other things did as well ofc, considering his parents didn't love him as a child, but as a future status symbol. I also wonder how he befriended Ace, but considering Sabo lied about being a noble to him, Ace probably thought he was just another kid who had no one and nowhere to go. It was no wonder why Sabo was terrified to tell Ace the truth about his home and family :((

[eye-of-toad]

What does it mean to be star kin? like I've heard other people with kins have like, memories of that kin?

For me it’s like- it’s not star in the sense that I’m a flaming ball of gas

it’s star in the sense that in this sparkling being that is undefinable and golden and blah blah and also like- there is an element of diety to it in the way that I feel divine as a star and also feel almost like I was the gaurdian of my own galaxy (I KNOW THE STUPID MOVIE JTS NOT A REFERENCE DKJFJRBF) and like they orbited around me in that sense anyways stark in is the only one I have even a little memory of- cat/raven don’t have any memories, they’re all psychological and not spiritual :333 hope that helps

[scal-lords-in-black]

Tinky? Are you okay?

@lovely-gaurdian-angel

He's resting...

[Wiggly is trying to clean up the golden blood from the floor and the carpet of his house]

[annabellelupin]

thoughts I've had while re reading poa as a marauders fan, part one (chapters 1 - 4)

(id just like to point out this is my first time reading the books since middle school and first time I've read the books since I became a marauders fan in 2020)

chapter 1

- ok so ye the Weasleys are really poor, but if they're "extremely poor" you'd figure they'd use their money for something other than a vacation

-I forgot sweet little hedwig existed djdjdjdkdjd

-someone please eat the rat

-let the future cat have him pleaseeeee

-why did I start to dislike hermione so much again??? maybe it's just movie hermione I hate and I can't remember the differences between the two

chapter 2

-why are most of the antagonistic characters portrayed as fat and why is the fact that dudley is obese brought up so many fucking times like that seems pretty fat phobic of you Rowling

- when actually reading and thinking about the Harry potter books and movies I imagine the actor that played sirius and not the fanart marauders sirius I'm more used to, and apparently his hair is depicted as elbow length in the books not shoulder length WE WERE ROBBED. could have had long haired sirius with a bun in ootp

- also I swear marauders Era Sirius and golden trio era Sirius (so canon and fanon sirius) are two completely different people in my mind

- also forgot "muggle" news talked about sirius

-just finished the chapter and seriously he is so sassy (guess that's what you get when you're Sirius and marlenes godson, and James and Lily's actual son)

- also I really fucking hate how much mental abuse is glazed over here like????

- it happens every summer and he's forced to return to his abusers like wtf

- this is why I don't like Dumbledore very much

chapter 3

-forgot padfoot wasn't like an actual dog sized dog

-lowkey forgot about padfoot in general ngl

-bro harry are your really throwing precious and innocent Neville under the bus rn come on dude seriously

-ok like when they mention Sirius I can't help to think of the dramatic, gay, Remus obsessed Sirius from all of the wolfstar text posts I've read

-also the fact they have to clarify what a gun is in the wizard news is wow

-same with Ron not knowing how to use a phone

-no wonder these people keep having Wizarding wars and unstable teachers at their schools

- love how this 13 year old kid is panicking over the possibility of going to wizard prison for breaking one rule

-also side note the more I read the more I feel like Daniel Radcliffe portrayed him super well

- hedwig supremacy

- "ur the literal wizard president" "yea but I'm not ur guardian dumbass I can't sign ur permission slip what in hell is this"

- why is reading stans parts so fucking hard

chapter 4

- ah Florean Fortescue the one genuinely nice adult in these books (isn't he like Alice's dad or something?) I just remembered her last name is actually more or less a headcanon uhhh that's fun

- the Irish quidditch team are actually mentioned along with the quidditch world cup even Harry's checkin out the firebolt

- coincidence that Dean and Seamus are mentioned at the same time? I think not

- seriously jkr why do you keep giving kids abusive gaurdians and acting like it's nothing (talking about Neville and his grandmother)

- "...Ron looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown..." (pg 55 in my book). when first reading this part years ago I registered it as Hermione was black/poc and not that she was just tan from the sun lmao

- I swear crookshanks was James' old cat and that's why he hated peter

- also Percy wow this why you don't befriend stray rats man

- the things this rat has seen go on in Percy's and Oliver's dorm room....

- still probably not as bad sharing a dorm with Remus and Sirius tho

- I love the twins sense of humor

- but guys stop messing with my precious baby Percy he's just- an autistic overachiever doing his best guys

- ..."he lost everything..." Yes Sirius did in fact lose almost everything Arthur but not bc what you think happened dude

- "he's safe with Dumbledore-" yea fucking right /sar

- "stationniong soul sucking demons around a school is such a good idea hehehehe" /sar

- literally there's no fucking way McGonagall thought Sirius did it- literally fucking refuse to believe that she did

going to start another post for chapter 5 bc oh boy it's going to be long

[thealmightyemprex]

My top 30 Live Action Favorite Superhero Movies

So this list isnt what I expected it to be ,and am surprised by it myself

30.Masters of the Universe

29.Hulk

28.Captain America Civil War

27.Batman Returns

26.Guardians of the Galaxy

25.Deadpool

24.Hellboy

23.Darkman

22.Black Panther

21.Zorro

20.Hellboy 2 The Golden Army

19.Spider Man No Way Home

18.Superman II

17.Dark Knight

16.Flash Gordon

15Avengers

14.Wonder Woman

13.The Batman

12.The Suicide Squad

11.Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3

10.Avengers Endgame

9.Avengers Infinity War

8.Gaurdians of the Galaxy volume 2

7.The Mask

6.Logan

5.The Phantom

4.Captain America the First Avenger

3.Spider Man 2

2.Mask of Zorro

1.Superman the Movie

@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @filmcityworld1 @themousefromfantasyland @professorlehnsherr-almashy @princesssarisa @minimumheadroom @amalthea9 @angelixgutz

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I think im gonna tie my Titan more to Xivu Arath lore wise a bit, a part of that is probably becuase she's started to finally appear but I do think it makes sense thematically. I've always liked to attribute the "Hivebane" title to Vess because she's been fighting the hive since first rezzed. I put her at Burning Lake and then in The Great Disaster after that giving her a real front row seat to the complete nightmare they are. Having lost a lot of friends to them (Vell Tarlowe specifically), and having actually seen Crota holding up Wei Ning's body, she has a personal hatred for them and a practically never ending score to settle. (She likes to go into the hellmouth to hunt hive for fun, which is insane but ive done it in-game so im just giving myself this one ha)

With all that in mind I think that would certainly make her a candidate for a gaurdian Xivu would keep an eye on, maybe even attempt to turn. One idea I had was since my titan is the youngest of my guardians she has a "slight" insecurity of inexperiance, which is completely unfounded at this point but its never quite gone away, which seems like something Xivu would exploit. I think Xivu calling Vess a whetstone would specifically piss her off.

One last thing I think that fits is Xivu goes on about fighting forever and is keeping up constant wars in the background for her tithes, which I think plays off Vess having been rezzed into constant war and fighting basically forever even since before she was an Exo (which again Exo's were literally built for war with the Vex). Both her and my warlock were child soldiers, and eventually recruited by Clovis as hired killers and mercenaries. They were even both rewarded with custom exo bodies for their unquestionable service and loyalty to him, which definetely hints how they were really not good people at all in the golden age. (The custom exo bodies are also a good lore reason for why my titan and warlock are both about as tall as Shaxx, or well would be haha)

I'll want to elaborate more on this again later but to get to the point they've been fighting wars and killing since even before they were guardians, who were then brought back from the dead to yet again fight more wars and kill even more things. So her perception of herself as nothing more than a warmachine and hired killer isnt completely unfounded, either hired with money and advanced technology or hired with magical powers from a god its all the same in her eyes.

When she learns her past from the DSC that would give her alot of conflicting emotions, the biggest (and hardest to reconcile) being pride. Her pride in her martial prowess since childhood and having lived as long as she has now through all that she has been through being flipped around against her. Also considering she and her ghost have stopped fully trusting the traveler to begin with, and having taken to useing Stasis as her main power now, that all would be perfect for Xivu (or the Witness for that matter) to potentially shake her foundations and lead her to falling to darkness.

Ok! Thats just what ive been thinkin about lately after playing through deep, ill definetely wanna go through more connections my guardians have to other characters in lore over time but i could go on literally forever so I should chill for now, go actually like eat something.

[evilminji]

See this? THIS is how John STILL manages to hook up with every powerful magical /Supernatural/ Or Interesting person that moves or breathes DESPITE his general Trainwreck-iness. He plays ball. Humors a man. Plays along with his Nonsense(tm). There IS a reason Danny liked him, you know.

That and the killer Sass and As-*various interrupting coughs*

Right. Man made him laugh, is the thing. Very Important. Was VERY attractive covered in the ashs of his enemies and oozing impossible, world rending power. Danny was a little seduced. It HAPPENS. There a support group and everything.

It's not HIS fault John is Everyone's ill Advised Ex. Where was he... oh yeah! That team! Knowing their names would help. The dead kinda... don't KEEP them. Well they DO. But that's a Secret and you don't SAY that. Traumatic memories, you understand. So he can't exactly get... well, EITHER of the Names out of his new baby friend. Super or general.

He gets blank looks from everyone but Batman.

He... was he too subtle? Batman is nodding. Apparently he was too subtle. Okay. He? Needs. Their? Naaaaaaames. Okay? To find them. Space? Big!

His use of cheerful hand gestures and exaggerated tone for extra punctuation does not seem to be appreciated. Tough cookies. He has a time table to vaguely stick too. Besides! Batman, Detective Chimpanzee, and Mr. Terrific got it. Plan ahead, guys. You're embarrassing your colleagues!

......he might still be Salty about the "Nice to meet you!" Punch to the face.

Details.

Mikhail. Could make kenitic shields. The Golden Protecter from the Gaurdian Squad. His... his costume was pretty cheesy. But he looked proud. Happy, in life. Puffed up and smiling so hard it must hurt, clearly VERY excited to have an Offical League Photo. Batman was able to easily pull up the correct file from a brief description.

He reminds Danny of his dad.

Large and stronger then he let's on. Braver then people notice. A well of emotions that drive them long past the point others would have broken apart. The sort of man with a booming laugh and easy hug. Who fill the room as soon as he enters. Who... who sucks the color from the world when he leaves it. Like a hole punched in the heavens, draining out everything that was good.

Danny wonders if Belarus had fudge.

But he has the faces and names he needs. The League have been trying to plan a rescue. Chatting and arguing. Not John, he knows better. But the rest of them. Sounds and movement washing over him from far away as that part of him that SCREAMS at the thought of losing his family, his world, hyperfocuses on that picture in front of him.

So... so much like his Dad.

His Dad is getting older.

He should get home. Check on him. NEEDS to check on him. Is he safe? Of course he's safe. Mom's there. But is SHE safe? Is he SURE? Yes. He was JUST there. But... what if somethings happened? No. Nothings happened. And he's promised the baby. Focus, Danny. Breathe. Ride it out.

He needs to move. Distract himself. He nods to John and let's himself fall back. A gentle dive, back through solid things and out into glorious void. The empty softness of nothingness and light.

By the Gods and Zone, does he love starlight.

It's the exact opposite of the press of constant EVERYTHING that the Zone has. Ectoplasm forever in and against and around you. The Zone is Alive and Present. Screamingly so. Pressing and pressing, racing and churning, like war drums and laughter and shouting until you cannot breathe. Everything you can do now, that you could not do before.

Anything to remind yourself you still exsist. That you are not gone. That you Live even if you are not Alive. You are Here, Here, Here!!! That you did not give up. Did not let go. You exsist. You EXSIST! Every part of the Zone SCREAMS it.

Not Alive, yet larger then Life itself.

Space though? Is chaos and splendor in a completely different key. It sings in a whole different way. Black holes and gamma ray bursts, quasar and roaming stars, anti-matter and all the forces at play. It dances in his head. Sings it's splendor and wonders to his core. The lights ENTRANCE. He can name hundreds of thousands of those stars now.

All in the native tounge in the Races that will be born under their light.

He let's the cosmos calm him. Fill him with light. With joy and peace. He's... he's okay. Everything is okay. No matter the Reality, there exsist Stars. Space. He is an astronaut. Touching the heavens. Exploring the stars.

Everything is Okay.

Right, calmer. Danny's good now. Thankfully, Tucker and his new Tech Ghosts squad (a terrifying group, second only to Sam's new ghostly All Alien, All Tree People, Eco-Punk Girl Gang) finally made an Infini-Map App. It won't TAKE you to your location. But it CAN find literally ANYTHING and ANYONE. He's kinda glad they declared it "boring" and forgot about it. He starts to fly.

He swears they could dethrone him yesterday if they ever actually felt like it. But THAT would take away from their "nerding out and building" time, apparently. He'll convince them eventually. Lazy b*stards. He KNOWS Xara is chronically curious! He can TOTALLY throw a game of cards or something.

He really doesn't get why everyone's all "No really, you are SUBSTANTIALLY stronger then us. We can't win. Stop trying to pawn off the crown on us, you little sh*t, and just admit you're King!" at him. Everybody's really strong! Can do a LOT of really cool things! Are, you know, OLDER then him. Probably would be better at Ruling the Zone then a College Student.

He keeps flying. A few portals to chew up the distance. Startles a few Lanterns. It occurs to him he should probably give them a heads up too. He doubles back. Oh, HEY! One of them's Shanxi's boy! Hey, kiddo! Looks like your old man was right, you DO make a great Lantern, huh? Can't wait to tell him! Anyway, invasion in... hold up, gotta look up how you guys break up the universe in sectors real quick...

*calls Shanxi. The very much dead Green Lantern. In front of his son.* *does NOT realize how Mindf×ck-y popping out of a Glowing Green Lantern Colored RIP IN REALITY to casually talk about and to the dead, looks. While glowing. Then just vanishing like it's nbd*

Leaves the poor Lanterns to their Existential Crisis after he gives them the info.

Yeeeah~ Danny is Helping(tm). Shanxi was right. His son IS a Good Kid! Seemed nice! Few more jumps aaaand? There are the ships! Oof. And what's left of the planet in the distance. It looks like something LITERALLY took a bite out off it. Or it's melting. Small miracle the thing hasn't exploded yet.

Good thing about being a Ghost though? At least here? If you fall back to neutral Ectoplasm... you glow Green Lantern Green. They think he's a Lantern. The boarding dock is already opening for him.

Inside is chaos. Emotions slamming against his skin like the slap of a honey soaked rag. Grief. Pain. Confusion and ten thousand shades of loss. Emptiness as minds try to protect themselves. Anger as hearts try to shield from the pain.

Death. Waiting, for those who are still alive but no longer willing live. No longer capable of it. Sitting with them as a friend, as they finish their last work. Their last moments. As they linger. Not for themselves but for those who need them still. He's not the only ghost on this ship.

The other ghosts are still living.

They're some sort elegant mantis shaped race. But with more frilled "hair" and wearing ornate clothing. Probably beautiful when not covered in burns and ash. He's met by a badly limping welcoming committee. The leader held up by what Danny can feel is likely their life partner. He doesn't know enough about the race to make assumptions about gender or marital tradition so he's gonna skip um, nows not the time to ask.

He listens as the leader speaks. Their Sire stayed behind to try and force back the invasion. They, the heir, were to lead the evacuation. Heros from Er-Th fought valiantly to aid their people, were badly hurt. One... The Great Shield...

The room fills with grief. Respect.

An entire generation would have been lost without without the bravery of the Golden Shield of Er-Th. Even long after all others had fallen. After his wounds had grown too severe to even stand. He protected the young ones. But... but they could not..

Please. Know they tried. But they had to choose. Protect the living or risk them all to retrieve his corpse. It is their sin. Not.. not their people's. They made the call. They decided so.

It's the second time Danny passes on Mikhails message. He doesn't blame them. Will be overjoyed to know the hatchery is safe. It didn't even occur to him to be angry at them. How could it? They were doing everything they could to keep everyone safe.

The heir's legs give out with grief and relief. Their adviser has puffed up their frills, rage building, old enough to know that Green Lanterns do NOT have the ability to speak to the dead. What is he pulling here?

He is cut off. After all, there do not seem to be enough hands on deck. Nor anywhere NEAR enough resources. There are on the planet though. But that is too dangerous... for the living.

Convenient that the Zone and the Living World tend to stick so close to each other. Earthling's dead near earth. Alien dead near there Alien worlds. The newly killed can't help... but these people's ancestors can. And it IS their planet too.

One rip in reality? And out comes the cavalry. Even more ethereal in death then they were in life. Pretty p*ssed too, from the hissing. Danny leaves the heir with a couple of their Ancestors for a brainstorming session. It's... probably fine.

I mean this isn't even the FIRST time he's pulled the "Army of The Dead" thing.

The chances this comes back to bite him are... ANYWAY! How 'bout them heros? Infirmary is this way you say? Excellent.

Not excellent, actually, they look chewed on. Big Ouch. But at least they're conscious. Sup, my Belarusian friends. Mikhail says "Either save my friends or I'll do it myself." So! King of the Dead taxi service, one time trip to Earth! And yes I've already warned the League like he wan-..... And I made them cry.

Right. "Newly dead Team-mate is upsetting." Woooould it help if I told you he's become a ghost? No? No, crying harder now. Everyone upset. Huh. Jazz is right. I'm bad at this...

Hold that Thought!

*dials Jazz*

Okay! So, first, you gotta promise not to be upset at me...

@stealingyourbones @hdgnj @cyrwrites

You know what? I just had A Thought(tm)~☆

Danny. Our bby boy. MINDING HIS BUSINESS. Maybe visiting one of his buddies in the Realms after he graduates. When he just?? Get full on tackled from the sky.

And like?

Huh.

THIS hasn't happened in a bit. Not since he's become king. Legit, no one dares. He's honestly kinda missed it. Alright, square up... Mr. Uuuuuh.... Who are you?

And it's this barely formed New Ghost. Still in that glitch-y goopy blob phase and everything. Is Baby. Why... why does this infant Want To Fight God? I mean. He Respects It(tm), no lie, but? Not exactly usual for him?

And it turns out? This dude is some rando hero. He basicly JUST died. By all rights SHOULD be resting and gathering his strength to Form Right. But he's so worried for his team mates and everyone else he CAN'T. Recognized a fellow Hero's Costume even at a distance.

Please. PLEASE! You have to help him! We have to WARN everybody!

And Danny is just? Oh no. This Actual Infant Baby is gonna Anxiety himself to Actual Second Death at this rate. Yes! Sure! Just CALM DOWN! Anything you need buddy! BREATHE.

And this dude? Who died? Is legit a minor player who got WAY too deep but refused to abandoned People In Need(tm). It happens. It HURTS. But he saved a LOT of lives before he went down. Him and his team were just some Minor Heros from Belarus. How they ended up in deep space? Even THEY couldn't tell you.

They couldn't even bring him home.

He forgives them.

He could NEVER blame his friends. Not for this. The planet is in danger. Some... some THING. An invasion. The League has to be made aware. He DIED helping a planet try to evacuate all that they could. He... at least he...

He can't remember if the Eggs got out. They... they're like babies. A whole room full of toddlers who couldn't run. They had to de-connect from the main building to lift it out. He can't... can't...

He saved them... right? Held on.. long enough? Why can't he.. he...

Danny has to make him focus be for the kid spirals. Don't think of your last moments. Purpose. You NEED to do something right now, right?

Right! The League! We gotta warn them! And... okay. Danny can totally do that. (What LEAGUE??!) He DEFINITELY knows who you are talking about and will tell them Right Away. YOU however are gonna rest up.

So he leaves the kiddo with Lunch Lady. Mother and Frightening Matriarch Extraordinaire. Lunch Box promises to SIT on him if he tries to sneak off. Good kid. Now eat your soup before you BECOME soup.

Time to bully the eyeballs. Whoms't the F*ck is this "league"? And where does he find it? Talk. He has sand and he's not afraid to use it. Don't MAKE him get out the pepper grinder! Yeah. That's what he THOUGHT.

After much, prolonged and unnecessary, whining and dramatic threatening... he gets a printed out map. Cheapskates even used flimsy paper. He gets there. Jaunt is even kinda nice. He says hi to a few folks he hasn't seen in a while.

Opens a portal.

Steps out.

Gets punched in the face. RUDE! He punches the flying blue man back. Dents their wall. Not even a LITTLE sorry about that now! See if HE does you a favor aga-... is that his Ex? John?

John! Constantine you B@STARD. YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS. *Ten different hands slap a twenty on the table at his feet, including Constantine. Who is refusing to look at anybody.* Well, okay then. Debt payed. Gonna buy himself a shake or something, after this.

ANYWAY~ Good News Or Bad News?

He is met with silence. It's like they've never seen an ethereal, giant, glowing man with a suit that looks like a cut out of the night sky, step out of an eye searing rip in reality before. Man they're lives must be boring. But frankly? Danny can wait. It's not HIS reality that's gonna get messed up. He can take care of it if the wanna be Wah Babies. Good News or Bad News??? Pick one.

He sits back in the air and waits.

@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites

[loveistherootofhappiness]

Top five MCU films, top ten favorite TV shows of all time.

I really had to think about this one, that’s why it’s taken so long for me to answer.

Top 5 (MCU) films:

1. Black Panther

2. Deadpool

3. Thor: Ragnarok

4. Guardians of the Galaxy

5. Captain America: Winter Soldier

Top 10 shows of all time (oh my goodness the amount of stress this question caused):

1. The Golden Girls

2. Spongebob

3. Star Trek: TNG

4. A Different World

5. Living Single

Since Tumblr wanted to be a dingle and limit my giffing:

6. Criminal Minds

*insert super relevant Morcia gif*

7. Boy Meets World

*insert super relevant Shawn x Angela gif*

8. The Flash

*insert super relevant WestAllen/West Family gif*

9. Grey’s Anatomy

*insert super relevant Christina Yang & Meredith Grey friendship gif*

10. 9-1-1

*insert super relevant Athena Grant gif*