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wifelinkmtg · 2 years ago

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HOT. CROSSBOW. AUTUMN.

We’re going back to Innistrad, and oh thank G-d Magic is horny again.

INNISTRAD: MIDNIGHT HUNT + CRIMSON VOW

Welcoming Vampire (art by Lorenzo Mastroianni)

Welcome, indeed, to you who have traveled far across the sanitized wastes of Zendikar, the milquetoast art direction of Kaldheim, the mediocrity of plane after plane: here is a feral place, and a bloody one, of slavering predators and racing pulses, a place where the primordial twins of fear and lust are impossible to sever. Enter here, ye thirsty, and be quenched.

Novice Occultist (art by Zara Alfonso)

Oh, we are off to a great start. This is not only one of the hottest girls in this set (and definitely the one with the best hair, jesus), but also everything about this moment makes me feel protective - the apprehension in her expression, the conjunction of the knife and the bandaged arm, the fact that she is evidently attempting some sort of amateur summoning ritual with a salt circle and several raw steaks, which let’s face it, is not going to end well. The interplay between that feeling, then, and the mechanics of the card, which doesn’t really do anything until she dies, so you want to sacrifice her to some other card, is very effective. Yes, she only exists to die doing something instructively ill-advised, but she’s vulnerable, sympathetic, and really, really hot, so you feel something when she does. Art and mechanics working together! This is the kind of thing that makes Magic special. 10/10 would do something occult and ill-advised in a barn with her any night.

Augur of Autumn (art by Billy Christian)

I don’t know, it’s like, am I over-intellectualizing this stuff? Like I see a beautiful woman and my immediate response is to interrogate the nature of my attraction to her, what’s going on there? [feather. antler. apple.] Shame, you think? Probably some of that, yeah, some internalized whatever or maybe just fear of the vulnerability that comes with saying desire out loud. Plus, I spent a lot of years back in the day reacting to bad experiences with kink & its practitioners by getting unnecessarily moralistic about sexuality. [acorn. bone. acorn.] Yes, very funny. But you’re right, subtlety is overrated, this whole project is just...publishing my desires (as entertainment, but still). Maybe I should only be writing this while pent-up and turned-on? Or maybe I should be more selective. Like, you’re lovely, and I really like that you seem to be a competent occultist, unlike my last, but I’m not feeling much beyond that. [bone. gem. feather.] I don’t... sorry, I don’t know what that means, could you - hang on, is that feather bloody? When did that oh my G-d I know what I need to do.

FOUR YEARS AGO

was when I reviewed the last Innistrad sets, Shadows over Innistrad and Eldritch Moon. And while I still retain my extremely justified bitterness over how that story fridged the hottest angel in Magic canon, I was definitely on some fucking brainrot at the time, like. Look at this bit from the intro:

Shadows over Innistrad block! but with none of the angels because Eldrazi corruption is viscerally distressing! no matter how many emotions i feel about Avacyn, the Purifier’s blood-soaked wings & solid black eyes! or Subjugator Angel’s vacant, fell glee!

You stupid child, me-of-January-2019, you idiot baby, you cretinous fetus, just because something is existentially horrifying doesn’t mean it’s not also really hot. What, were you worried about people thinking you were A Bad Feminist And Person because a fictional eldritch monster mindfucking a fictional girl angel into an insane blood-soaked omnicidal goth gets you hard? (Yes.) “Viscerally distressing” yeah, that’s what makes it good. It was hot, you knew it was hot, you even basically said it was hot, and yet you left the angels out of the review because you were a coward. Well, it is time to set things right.

ACTUALLY IT TURNS OUT THIS ONE IS INNISTRAD: MIND-CONTROLLED ANGELS WILL MURDER YOU AND IT WILL BE SEXY THE ENTIRE TIME

Subjugator Angel (art by Lius Lasahido)

It feels... so good to give in, doesn’t it? Whether that’s to the whispers in your head telling you to purify the land of filth and sin with fire and sword and no shred of mercy, or to the undertow pull of whatever part of your interior makes a bloodsoaked, winged woman with great tits and a shattered mind fucking sexy as hell. Free will can be such a weight, can’t it? Don’t you see how much happier she is like this, with no agonizing over moral complexity, no weighing and counterweighing relative measures of good and evil? It’s so much simpler, so much more fun to just kill everyone, don’t you think?

Angel of Deliverance (art by Joseph Meehan)

Well, looks like someone’s been elbow-deep in the sin-riddled bodies of reprobates and the dissolute, hm? What’s the matter, darling? Surely you’re not too tired for one more.

Archangel Avacyn (art by James Ryman)

Avacyn was created perfect, an icon, an idol, her sole purpose to safeguard the people of her plane - so it’s not really news that she’s gorgeous. We love the black armor and the black lipstick and the glowing eyes, but what really makes this good is the symbolism in the crumbling spear, the fraying edge of the loincloth. She is fighting a war for her mind, to keep hold of herself, of the only purpose she has ever had. And it is so much better when you fight...

Avacyn, the Purifier (art by James Ryman)

...because when you lose, when your mind’s defenses are subverted against you, when your last panicked thoughts try in vain to survive the ravenous onslaught of who you have become instead, when you are at last the monster you struggled in vain against, the collapse is absolute. Spear broken, clothes tattered, hair and wings soaked in the gore of your children, your victims, your slaughtered sheep, and your eyes jet-black, void, and utterly empty of anything that was ever you.

Gisela, the Broken Blade (art by Clint Cearley)

Mental corruption is one thing (a very, very hot thing), but let’s not forget physical corruption as well. Wings beginning to replace feathers with fleshy webs of tendon, tendrils creeping out of her shoulders. She changes. She changes.

Brisela, Voice of Nightmares (art by Clint Cearley)

She is changed.

Because honestly, why would you settle for one angelic abomination when you could melt two of them together and get disa-fucking-ssembled in ways undreamt of by Euclidean geometers or anything with bilateral symmetry?

Whew. Okay. Yeah. I really needed that. The rest of the newer Innistrad sets will happen soon. I promised you crossbows, and I aim to keep that promise.

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hiddenwashington · 2 years ago

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NEVERAFTER ( starters from episodes 1-5 )

trigger warnings: spider mentions, death mentions

"you think i can't sew a dress for a ball?"

“it takes a great deal of strength to hold onto whatever little we might have.”

“it would be wild to have a fan but yeah i can do an autograph or something.”

“is he turned on? is this a sexual thing?”

“i bravely fled when things got dodgy.”

“my guy, i barely know you.”

“our whole thing is over!”

“please tell me how you’re a monster, too, so that i don’t feel so alone”

“i can’t trust the authority figure!”

“you seem like right on the edge, you know?”

“we could need to scrap hard.”

“this is my first good day in a while.”

“when i am handsome again no one is going to be laughing.”

“it’ll drive you mad if you think about it.”

“maybe you’re brave and we need to work on your self worth”

“we can stray! we just have to stray together!”

“do i feel like i can finger the doorknob?”

“in your mind you’re like ‘uh-oh what if i’m a liability?’ and then you’re looking for proof and it’s exhausting to keep batting that out of your hands every second.”

“an evil stepmom would scoop you right up.”

“if anyone wants to spelunk this well i could definitely get into that.”

“you can all get ready to pop the fuck off at the same time, if you want”

“wow, we’re in hell”

“even curses are gifts in their own right.”

“you’re saying it in that tone that’s like ‘you idiot’, which is scaring me a little bit, but i think i’m going to do it.”

“a bunch of cowards, and the bravest little girl in the world”

“that’s the guts, baby!”

“this is not the time for process! we’ll process afterwards!”

“tell my wife i did cool stuff, so that she loves me again”

“be brave.”

“with your fine boots, don’t you want to be a man!?”

“who disturbed my mushroom!”

“ooo, i got your back girlie”

“i think this was the only way the story was going to end anyways…”

“i need a spicy margarita!”

“how many times can you do this? there’s got to be a limit, right?”

“turn around and face me.”

“who am i to disrespect an authority figure?”

“hey, don’t be, okay? fix it.”

“i don’t have to worry about it? i’m really worried about this!”

"you gonna kill me again? ‘cause if you’re going to kill me again, i’ll leave right now. ya know, i don’t like to die.”

“you bugs, you better skedaddle.”

“what the fuck do i need to do?!”

“with that attitude it might just stay different”

“and all it costs was my father’s blood! yay...?”

“oh, okay! i think i get it. what do you mean?”

“it seems fun, and it seems correct to just fuck it all up”

“well, yeah! cause laying downs the best”

“you guys think i don’t know how to trick people? what’s over there?”

“i’m not a hero! i’m a piece of shit!”

“not all shit’s the same, buddy!”

“many of the places that are meant to keep us safe are cages”

“we know that we can die, and that after dying, those memories can be remembered by other versions of ourselves.”

“is true love even real?”

“because you were lied to, does not mean everything is a lie.”

“do not take the crimes of those who have manipulated us, and put them at the feet of the world.”

“oh, fffff- freak, really?”

“i’m sorry i said freak at you.”

“i wouldn’t have even known to be offended by that.”

“i think the true cruelty would be for me to spare some and not others.”

“we’re pulling a grandma heist, okay? give me your hand and we’re just going to run.”

“really? you’re just going to parrot back at me what my mom said?”

“there is no way to have the joy of the oatmeal cookie, without walking through the woods full of wolves.”

“but when you’re gone, i don’t really know what i’m supposed to be fighting for.”

“the real friends, the ones that make miracles happen, the ones greater than any treasure you could find on any adventure, they see the wolf in you and love it too.”

“you’re my princess... but we are still broke, so.”

“the goose ices you.”

“one man’s dead is another man’s alive.”

“oh that man is bleeding he probably needs my help and or seduction.”

“someone as flirty as you doesn’t have pet names?”

“saying that your handsome isn’t flirting okay? that’s just stating facts.”

“i have to kiss my husband really quick and then we can go on a long adventure.”

“moms are complicated, okay?”

“i’m not trying to be reductive about moms.”

“how much to eat off of you?”

“pretty much ginger ale with a lethal amount of garnishes”

“i say ‘garnish me daddy’“

“loves not real.”

“spiders love spheres.”

‘if you wanna go fast go alone but if you wanna go far go together.”

“if you wanna succeed, go alone. if you wanna fail together and as a team, go together.”

“have an apple i’m not going home.”

“this is all temporary, we’re gonna get there.”

“do you want one of these rotten apples? it’s kinda like a water balloon.”

“we’re team ‘fuck around and find out’”

“i need help, certainly. and just know i will yell if i get caught. just know it’s everyone’s problem.”

#long post #meme day

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katiesteedart · 8 months ago

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My Ode to A Field in England.

My favourite movie. Of all time. Ever.

I've seen it maybe 70 times at this point (since it was released). I watched it on film4 on its release and my daughter was maybe 2 years old and not sleeping. Kids do this thing where they don't like to sleep from time to time. Not sure if you've heard that before 😅 but she wouldn't sleep. I put this film on, cradling her and she just fell asleep. The musics hypnotic I guess.

I can't tell you how much, especially as a new mum, you fall in love with things/people/films that help you to sooth a restless or upset child. I LITERALLY love this film. She's nearly 15 now and It still reminds me of cradling her.

and each time I watch- it just becomes something else. I can't describe how much of a chameleon this film is. It fits each theory I have for it. It's just beautiful.

I'm no critic. Just my opinion below.

Despite the low-budgetness of the film it is also THE most beautifully made film I've ever seen. The black and white is so spectacular. We see only the characters and not the incidentals. To see it in any kind of colour would be a mistake.

I've watched the film forwards, backwards, with no sound, every which way.. it works.

The horror is real and gory. The violence (implied and physical) necessary but used sparingly and the cannibalism simply nodded at. We don't NEED to see them gnawing at a human leg to know... we just know.

The drug induced magic of the film is absolutely hypnotic. Every time I watch it I feel peaceful (which is at odds with what is happening on the field at the time, I know, but still, it does make me feel very much calmer. At peace.

I also must urge you to listen to the commentary (I love a commentary) for this film. It's very informative and funny. Ben Wheatley is hilarious.

All of the cast are perfect.

-Michael Smiley is genuinely terrifying and seductive. O'Neill is a monster, almost Dracula-like in his ability to manipulate.

-Reece Shearsmith meek and then strong and courageous is something else. He was robbed of EVERY award that he should have been nominated for and it really does annoy me just how snubbed this film is

"The coward is here" & "I am my own master" lines get me in my guts every time I hear them.

-Peter Ferdinando is something else in this film. Stoic but also remarkably sweet. As I understand it, (from the commentary) he is a method actor and really went all out to be

-Ryan Pope is genuinely menacing but clearly induced. His performance is chilling.

-Richard Glover's character of 'Friend' is spectacular.

I was reading Philippa Waring's - 'Dictionary of Omens and Superstitions' the other day. I've read it since I was a little girl and there is a passage in the book about idiots in the middle ages being seen almost as their own scrying mirrors.. they let their thoughts lead them and how to be an idiot was actually 'to be blessed'. He says very little but every sentence that comes out of his mouth is cogent, relevant and performed so beautifully.

The score.

I can't even think about the music without getting a tear or two. Jim Williams IS a god.

'Flux of time' and 'Walk to still my beating heart' are SO beautiful. The whole score is and I LOVE Jim's version of 'Baloo my boy' at the end of the film. It's perfect.

Chernobyl by Blanck Mass is ridiculous. Ethereal, off, and rousing and used perfectly to show, not tell us, what has happened to Whitehead. We didn't need to see that. We know it's bad. The music and the performance TELL us everything we need to know.

A theory of mine (one of many) is that in the tent with O'Neill, Whitehead sees what is going to happen throughout the rest of the film. So he is in some kind of déjà vu loop. He knows that he will win which is why he is smiling despite also clearly being terrified.

Despite all it's horror, even at the end. It's an undeniably hopeful film. It's about friendship and certainly not in a cheesy way.

**I recommend everyone to watch it**

(except for epileptics because you'll probably die)

xksx

I shall consume all the ill fortune which you are set to unleash. I shall chew up all the selfish scheming and ill intentions that men like you force upon men like me, and bury it in the stomach of this place!

A Field in England (2013) dir. Ben Wheatley

#A Field In England #Film #Reece Shearsmith #michael smiley #O'Neill #whitehead #ben wheatley #not for epileptics #film recommendations #horror #folk horror

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xoxobaer · 2 months ago

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Nobody could ever see what I saw. Nobody could ever feel what I felt. What I had to deal with. What I had to endure. Nobody could ever grasp what it took.

For the weak, it's good this way. Most people would break in an instant if it came down to it. Most would have given up long ago. As should've I. At least that's what my mind's been telling me since early childhood. Yet I'm still here.

I'm wading through more torment than most could even imagine, yet who's proud of me? No one but me. Sometimes I do think about how far I've come, despite all odds. Despite not having any reason to do so. Albeit being almost completely nonsensical. Then again, I take a glimpse at myself and begin to hate myself again. My inner child despises me for not having ended it for such a long time. Why am I doing this to myself? Am I a coward? Am I too strong or am I too weak? I hate myself to my guts and yet, I still keep going, surpassing almost everyone in whatever I do.

Some people do wonder how I am so talented, knowledgeable or whatever, but they don't even see how much it takes to just survive, let alone thrive in the things I do. How much better could I be if I didn't want to kill myself every godforbidden day? Or am I just that good at most things because it's so easy for me, it pales in comparison to the feat of surviving with all that makes me myself? With all my history and all my problems?

It's a pity none of you could ever know what it's like, yet, somehow I just wish for all of you to not know what this living hell feels like.

At the end of the day, I still am the one preaching mental illnesses being an explanation and not an excuse. Even with this, most do not understand what that means. Imagine it like this: If one suddenly turns blind, is it an excuse for walking over a red pedestrian traffic light? Yes. Are you still going to be punished for doing so? Also yes. Of course mental illnesses can be an excuse. You just can't expect for others to respect this excuse and should always strive for your problems not becoming someone else's problems. On a side note, this is why stoicism is so important, although no one I know is good at it. Is that unfair? Probably. Would someone who truly loves you understand and tolerate your behaviour? Maybe. Should you accept them not tolerating unfit behaviour and setting healthy boundaries? Most definitely. Is that always possible? Surely not. Who's fucked in any case? You. You have to do your best, because you're the problem and should not make it anyone else's - or at least not expect them to tolerate it. That's why it's a goal and not a fact, that mental illnesses are an explanation, but not an excuse.

Would anyone understand all of this? Most probably not. Almost no one has the capacity or interest to even think about all of this. That's why it's your problem and it's in your best interest to solve them yourself. If you can't? You're just utterly fucked. And that is the precise reason, why I'm not going to pursue any more human interaction, than absolutely necessary. If I'm the burden, then I'll just stay alone. If I can't get my shit together and have always kept hurting people because of this, wouldn't that make me a monster, if I kept trying, knowing it won't get any better? Better just give up, no? Now tell me. How is this life worth living? Why am I still percevering and why don't I end it right now? Yes, I am depressed, but what does that change, if I have so many rational reasons to ceise trying to continue living like this? It just does not make any sense. I hate it here. I hate every last one of you superficial cunts and most importantly I hate myself. Shoutout to everyone not being superficial and having at least tried understanding me. You're good people, inbetween a world of ignorant idiots.

Good night.

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inkforged · 9 months ago

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We Need a New Word For "Crush"

At my age, saying that I have a crush feels juvenile and it can't encapsulate all of the complicated feelings that I'm experiencing. It feels like a highschooler sharing confessing her crush to her bffs and I hate it.

Maybe we can say "attraction?" or "soul crushing pointless ache that takes up too much of my brain space."

Having been chronically single, not a single "soul crushing, pointless ache" has worked out for me. Of course, I've been attracted to guys before, but anything that could have potentially turned into something real has never gone anywhere. So, when I started developing feelings for this man (very much against my will) I was disappointed with myself because I know that it will never amount to anything.

When I say against my will, it has nothing to do with him. He's kind, funny, genuine, and we share similar interests. I just know how this story ends. I develop a crush, I agonize over it for months, nothing happens OR I'm told that he's not interested, and I get my heart broken again for no reason. I don't like this, but I can't exactly control who I develop feelings for.

I would prefer to never feel things for anyone because I'm very clearly not enough. I hate that as soon as I realized that I liked him, I started looking at my body and cringing. Why would anyone like that? And then the ache of knowing how much I would have to change to be attractive to someone pops up again. It's a constant cycle, I'm afraid. But it has been a LONG time since I have dealt with this kind of crush. Most of my interactions have been horrible people from dating apps.

I feel like absolutely idiotic, moronic, pathetic, desperate, delusional, monstrous, hopeless, annoying, and tired of living like this. Part of me wishes, I could have just said something to him so I could get the rejection over with sooner rather than later. But I'm definitely a coward and would rather suffer like this than feel that pain yet again.

Poor guy would probably feel guilty too. I know it's not his fault. I'm literally a monster. I may be funny at times and we go along really well, but I'm delusional for even entertaining the idea that he would find my personality enough to overlook how hideous I am.

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saorikuhara39 · 3 years ago

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Animedia October 2021 Issue Obey Me translation SHOWING YOU THE HALLOWEEN DREAM

[PLEASE DO NOT SCREENSHOT / REPOST]

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Animedia October 2021 Issue Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Asmodeus

(On Sale Sep 2021)

The Black-Hearted(Bitter) Vampire and the Narcissistic(Sweet) Werewolf: Which treat would you choose?

① What do you think is your 'sweet' point?

② Tell us about your 'treats'!

③ How do you say "Trick or Treat" in your own way?

ASMODEUS

① Of course, it's my existence by itself ❤❤❤

② Yesterday I went to Devil Salon and enjoyed the "Super Beauty Muddy Course"! Of course, it's both for the face and the body! I'm already beautiful, but I look even more luscious and plump now❤. It's quite a treat for you too, don't you think?

③ Trick and treat! Because I want both sweets and pranks from you ♡ Halloween in the human world is the best time to get delicious sweets and cute mischiefs! Of course, if you also say something to me, I'll return the favour with lots of love ♪

LUCIFER

① I think I'm being too easy on my brothers. I don't mean to let them do whatever they want, but they're still family. So in the end I spoiled them. However, some idiot who decorated tapestries of Sucre Frenzy all around the House of Lamentation, claiming to be for advertising purposes, should be given a harsh punishment.

② Luke was very excited to make angel Gugelhupf with all his effort. It's a baked pastry in the shape of an angel's wings, with raspberries from the forest of the Celestial Realm as a topping. Simeon used to make it all the time, so he must have learned the recipe from him. ...That brings back memories. It was very delicious, so I look forward to it.

③ Entertain me. If you can't... you know what's coming, right?

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Ain't afraid of no spooks and pranks!? FEAR LEVEL ANALYSIS By Lucifer & Asmodeus

LUCIFER: Whether you are scared or not, and whether you show it on the outside or not... Hmm...

ASMODEUS: Mammon is here, right?

LUCIFER: He's been off the chart from the start. Well, I can't argue with that.

ASMODEUS: Mammon's always saying things like, "I ain't afraid of nothin'!" while clinging the human behind their back. By the way, you should be here, right Lucifer?

LUCIFER: Hey. Am I off the chart too?

ASMODEUS: Because you don't get scared and you don't show it.

LUCIFER: You're in here.

ASMODEUS: What? I'm here?

LUCIFER: You're not always feeling as scared as you seem, are you?

ASMODEUS: Well, yeah. Because I'm so cute when I'm scared, aren't I? ♡

LUCIFER: Belphie is around here.

ASMODEUS: Hey! Show a little more reaction! ... I mean, won't Belphie feel a little more scared?

LUCIFER: He told me that he had a scary dream the other day and the human was comforting him.

ASMODEUS: I see. He's always acting like the youngest and getting spoiled.

LUCIFER: Satan is probably around here. Aside from anger, he is good at hiding his emotions.

ASMODEUS: Indeed! So is Beel around here?

LUCIFER: When he saw the empty refrigerator, he had a look of horror on his face, like he'd seen the end of the world.

ASMODEUS: Ahaha! So such a thing happened? I'll just pull him over a little closer here. Levi's a bit of a coward, so maybe this area suits him.

LUCIFER: That guy's too loud. He's even higher.

ASMODEUS: Like this?

LUCIFER: Yeah. We're done here.

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HALLOWEEN DREAM CROSS TALK LUCIFER x ASMODEUS

Q: Tell us what kind of costumes will fit the other brothers.

ASMODEUS: It's got to be that costume for Levi. That Ruri-chan.

LUCIFER: ............Yeah.

ASMODEUS: Will a detective look fit Satan?

LUCIFER: Don't. He'll want to turn everything into a murder case. If it's Mammon, he might as well become a pirate.

ASMODEUS: You're right! A wild person suits a wild look! Belphie will fit as a witch. Paired with a wide-brimmed pointy hat and a broom! How about Frankenstein's Monster for Beel?

LUCIFER: I do think it looks good on him, but I have a better idea.

ASMODEUS: What~ is it?

LUCIFER: It's a hamburger. He said he wanted to try it the other day.

ASMODEUS: I can't put a finger on how I feel about this...

Q:What is the most unforgettable "prank" you have ever been involved in?

LUCIFER: The worst one is that the package and contents of the cursed records I have in my collection were switched around.

ASMODEUS: The Anti-Lucifer League is on a roll!

LUCIFER: Nothing good happens when Satan and Belphie team up.

ASMODEUS: For me, it was that time I ordered the super-special deluxe pancakes for phototaking and uploading onto Devilgram, but Beel ate them before I could take a picture! I had to place a reservation for it and it was very hard to get one!

LUCIFER: ...Was that supposed to be a prank?

#obey me #obey me jp #��べいみー #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #Animedia #translations #translation #saori k translations

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thewitchandtheassassin · 4 years ago

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What Would An Angel Say, The Devil Wants to Know Part Four (Lena Luthor x Reader)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: Why can’t you learn to control your emotions?

Words: 1576

Warnings: Language, angst, talks of violence.

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @onlyafewfindtheway @captain-josslett @hayleyokami @aznblossom

A/N: So I did a thing. And here we are.

-X-

Planning a demise wasn't terribly time consuming when someone like Lockwood was helping. Dastardly and vile, his ideas were straight to the point as you discussed your options. While you couldn't outright end the human's life with your own hands, he was quick to point out the most effective options that even a great angel like Lena couldn't stop. Cars were too uncertain and, while the elevator had been a good touch, something like that was too preventable.

"You need quick. Abrupt. No possible room for survival," Ben advised, sunglasses obscuring his face despite having no need for them as he eyed the blonde strolling briskly past you, none the wiser of your existences.

"True, but we have to be smart," you added, glancing around in search of Lena's tell: her "heavenly" glimmer.

"Yes, yes, I know. Your little angel is cunning but I think you give her too much credit," Ben replied, his eyes undoubtedly rolling as he sneered at the humans walking along.

Snorting, you jabbed your dagger into his side, ignoring his hiss of pain or the way he swatted at your hand. "No, I'm just not arrogant enough to underestimate her."

Your eyes strayed back to Kara as she slipped back into her office building and then - only then - did you seem the shine of the angel that often haunted your thoughts. The cretins of the earth couldn't see her but you could, her dark locks fluttering in the wind as she gazed back at you pleadingly.

Pieces of you hated her. Truly. Deeply. You would bear marks for the rest of eternity because of her.

But in the same token, you couldn't deny that your memories with her often left your stomach twisted in knots as you reminisced over the smile that made your heart ache. It hurt, remembering how things had once been. Before you were forced to fight with her; fight for your life.

You could see Lena's expression shift the moment it dawned on her who was standing beside you. The way her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, defiantly glaring at the smug demon beside you.

"Uh oh. I think your little angel recognizes me," Ben cackled, fingers curled into a taunting wave.

Snarling your lip, you growled, "She's not my angel, you ass. Now shut up before I cut your fucking tongue out."

Ben clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Testy, testy, (Y/N). Such a killjoy."

Cutting your eyes at him, your grip tightened on your dagger. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

You glanced back over to the building, but Lena was nowhere to be seen.

-X-

Querl studied his ward curiously, occasionally reading whatever Nia was writing though his stare always returned to the woman he was sent to protect. She was so entrancing and for once in his existence, Querl wished to be human again. If only for a day.

So enthralled by Nia, he didn't notice Lena's presence until her voice startled him off the desk he'd been perched on.

"Gods, Lena, you scared me!" he yelped, clutching his chest as he stared at the openly bothered woman.

"Maybe if you had been paying attention to your surroundings and not gawking, you would've noticed me," Lena scolded, though her words held no real bite to them.

"You seem troubled." Querl's brows furrowed together worriedly. "Are you okay?"

Shaking her head, Lena snagged her bottom lip between her teeth before sighing. "No. Complications have arisen and I'm unsure of what's going to happen."

"What complications?"

Peering over at Kara's messy desk, her nostrils flared slightly. "It appears (Y/N) has been given a helper. Lockwood."

Inhaling sharply, Querl's eyes flitted between Nia and Kara. "What should we do?"

"Be watchful. And careful. (Y/N) might have once been a friend but with Lockwood here, we must be vigilant or they'll both be dead before we can stop it."

It was difficult, accepting your new role in her life. Mortal enemies instead of teasing rivals you'd once been. Friends no longer, especially if you were willing to work with him.

A monster in every sense of the word.

"If she's working with him, you need to be careful. This seems way more personal than just an assignment," Querl advised sagely. "I want to believe it isn't but I can't imagine Ben will let this finish without trying to end you. Or having her try to kill you, to prove herself."

Your punishment had been no secret, most of the guardians far too aware of what your friendship with Lena had left you with, the bad blood thick and the scars deep.

"(Y/N) wouldn't..."

"Maybe the old (Y/N) wouldn't but now? Everything is different, Lena. You must accept that. Putting too much faith in her could cost us everything."

Swallowing dryly, the angel nodded. He was right...

She just wished he wasn't.

-X-

"We could always send a helicopter crashing into the building," Ben mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "If that didn't kill the human, surely the building collapsing would."

"That would kill too many others," you argued, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. "We're supposed to be discreet. Dropping a building on a bunch of them definitely wouldn't be discreet."

Lockwood shrugged, completely unbothered by his suggestion. "The human must die. At least we'd know for sure she was dead. Plus Querl's little charge is up there. Two sad, pathetic birds. One mighty stone."

"Not a chance, Woody, pick a new idea."

Ben sneered. He hated that nickname and you knew it, only using it to get under his skin. "Fine."

Smirking at his obvious annoyance, you peered up at the sky absently, noting the darkening clouds. You couldn't remember life as a human (if you'd ever been one to begin with) but you almost wished you could if only to feel the rain on your skin. It seemed like such a peaceful experience, the water trickling over flesh, soaking into clothes instead of rolling off dark wings.

"I'm going to see if I can come up with a better plan," you jeered, heading for the building before he could reply.

Stretching your wings, you kicked off the ground and slowly maneuvered to the floor your mark resided on, eyeing the oblivious blonde through the window. You were well aware you'd be attracting unwanted attention but you couldn't stand being around Ben any longer. If you didn't get a few minutes of space, you were likely to ram your dagger into his throat and send him back to the underworld without his body.

The shift of the air was apparent and you smirked knowingly at Lena's reflection in the glass.

"Stop smirking at me," Lena demanded, arms crossed in frustration.

Snorting, you twisted to face her, brow arching in amusement. "Or what?"

"You're working with Lockwood now?" she questioned, ignoring the challenge hidden in your words. "You hate that spawn of Hell."

You shrugged nonchalantly, peering at the throngs of people below. "He's my ticket to survival."

"He's a slimy coward who wants you dead!"

"Clearly so do you!" you shouted, eyes narrowing into a venomous glare dripping with disdain. "At least he's trying to keep me alive a little longer."

"You're an idiot if you really believe that."

Rolling your eyes, you inched closer to the infuriated woman. "No, I was an idiot thinking you ever cared about me, Lena. At least Lockwood doesn't lie to my face and pretend to be my friend."

"I am your friend!" Lena screamed, the green of her irises dissolving as energy flowed through her. "I don't want you to die!"

As if sensing the tension, the sky went alight with lightning as rain began to flow, startling the humans and hurriedly soaking them to the bone. If only it could wash away the anguish and pain twisting your insides; silence the beasts banging around in your head.

"Bullshit! You pretend to be some pure, precious guardian but you're really just as manipulative and cruel as every other angel. You think that energy of yours makes you above everyone but you're no better than me! And I should've seen that instead of falling in love with some white-winged bitch!" You shoved her, hard, barely containing the want to strangle the guardian who'd ruined you.

Fury washed over you in waves, rendering you heedless of the unwitting admittance that had passed your parted lips, only the sounds of your enraged breathes ringing in your ears. A flurry of emotions crossed Lena's features but you didn't care, simply wanting to either bolt away from the angel or toss her into the sun.

Whichever was easier.

"Y-you're in love with me?" she whispered, the power draining away and leaving behind imploring emeralds that were glassy with something.

The blood drained from your face as you poured through your last words. You had never meant to say that. Because you weren't in love with her. Couldn't be. There was no love in your heart, especially for her.

"I..."

Lena's fingers twitched, the urge to reach out overwhelming as she silently begged you to stay. To help her understand.

"(Y/N)-"

Shaking your head violently, you jerked backward. "No! No, no, no. I don't - I can't - fuck!"

Red lips dipped open but you didn't stay long enough to hear what she had to stay.

Fire erupted...

And then you were gone.

#lena luthor x reader #supergirl imagine #lena luthor imagine #dc comics imagine #arrowverse imagine #lena luthor #dc imagine #supergirl #reader imagine #reader insert

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jaskierswolf · 3 years ago

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The Love We Have

Part 3/5 - AO3 - Previous

Summary: Kaer Morhen has an old tradition in order to keep the witchers safe after the siege. Only witchers and their partners are allowed in the keep but Geralt is tired of parting with Jaskier over the winter so decides to invite him to Kaer Morhen… only he forgets to mention one tiny little detail.

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Warnings: None?? Maybe… I’ll add them later if I remember any.

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They hadn’t found a solution that night. Geralt hadn’t been willing to talk about it, so Jaskier had reluctantly let it go. They had time to figure everything out. It’s not like they had to have fake sex every evening, and they’d already said they were worn out from the road. It didn’t stop Jaskier’s mind from running faster than Roach in a field full of dandelions. Geralt had eventually pulled Jaskier to his chest and started rubbing soothing circles into Jaskier’s side.

After that Jaskier was out like a light.

Which was totally unfair.

They’d woken up wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled and honestly in his sleep hazed mind Jaskier hadn’t been able to figure out which limb belonged to which body. It had all been rather nice, until Jaskier remembered Geralt was now his fake boyfriend not his real one and he pulled away from Geralt in a start.

He’d ended up falling out of the bed and almost giving himself a concussion. He was a fucking nightmare.

“Bard,” Vesemir barked just as he was finishing his breakfast, “meet me in the library. You have work to do. Geralt, there’s some tiles coming loose on the roof above the armoury.”

Geralt nodded.

Jaskier just stared, wide eyed after Vesemir. “Wait what?”

“Chores, Jask.”

“Yes yes, but… why am I? I’m a guest!” he whined rather pathetically.

“We don’t have guests in Kaer Morhen. You’re family, you have to work.”

“Oh cock!” he grumbled, there went his relaxing winter.

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It turned out he really shouldn’t have worried about having to fake his relationship with Geralt. They barely saw each other during the day. Geralt was stuck on the more physical tasks whereas Jaskier spent his days scribbling on potion bottles and ingredient jars, or helping Vesemir organise the vast library, a job he would have finished sooner if he didn’t keep getting distracted by the books. He’d never seen half of them, not even whilst at Oxenfurt.

Two more witchers arrived after Jaskier’s first week at Kaer Morhen, Lambert and Eskel. They travelled up the mountain path together and arrived just in time for dinner that evening. Thankfully, like Geralt and Jaskier, they’d been too tired to really say anything the first night.

The second night, however, was a different story altogether. Lambert, as it turned out, was a little shit. Jaskier, under any other circumstances would have adored him, but his questions about their relationship were driving him up the wall.

“So, you finally tamed the famed White Wolf,” Lambert snorted, taking a long gulp of white gull.

“Ah yes, well. It would seem that way wouldn’t it,” Jaskier said smoothly, not entirely a lie either which he was proud of.

“So when did he confess?” Lambert probed. Jaskier cooed over how he’d been in love with Geralt since Posada, love at first sight being all very poetic and exactly the sort of story Geralt expected from him. Geralt mumbled something about the Djinn and how Jaskier almost dying had opened his eyes. Jaskier wanted to laugh at that, but he kept his cool. The only thing he remembered was how Geralt had fallen into Yennefer’s arms and broken his heart.

“I found Jaskier in Oxenfurt in the spring,” Geralt explained, again not a lie. Jaskier was amazed by their combined ability to spin the truth. Jaskier remembered it fondly. Normally he had to track Geralt down so he’d been surprised to see Geralt on his doorstep come spring. “Missed him all winter, didn’t want to spend anymore time apart.”

“And the fool quite literally swept me off my feet,” Jaskier giggled, leaning against Geralt’s shoulder. He wanted to hold his hand under the table but… well…he had no excuse.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss him,” Geralt admitted, a stupidly fond smile on his face that Jaskier couldn’t help but return. He licked his lips and his eyes flicked down in a silent question. They’d spoken about kissing in front of the other witchers but this would be the first time.

Geralt’s smile widened, a rare occurrence that left Jaskier’s heart somersaulting in his chest. He swallowed and then leaned in to press his lips against Geralt’s. It was only a peck on the lips, appropriate for company, but Jaskier still felt dizzy. Gods, he was so in love. It was just not fair.

Geralt bumped his nose against Jaskier’s as they pulled apart and Jaskier could feel himself blushing furiously. How was Geralt so good at this?

“About time the idiot got his head out of his arse,” Eskel laughed, shooting both Geralt and Jaskier a fond smile, and raising his drink.

Jaskier choked, ale spraying all over the table. Some went down his throat the wrong way and he started to cough and splutter. He was wheezing for breath by the time he’d finished and his throat was sore. Geralt’s hand rested on his back, and Lambert and Eskel were looking at him like he was about to keel over.

“Fine,” he rasped ��I’m fine, just… “ he coughed again.

What the fuck had Eskel meant? Geralt finally getting his head out of his arse? Come to think of it, Vesemir hadn’t been entirely surprised by Jaskier’s presence either. None of them were, and he knew Geralt had told his family about him.

So what exactly had his grumpy best friend been telling the witchers of Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier started thinking over the last couple of decades spent at Geralt’s side. The witcher barely admitted they were friends, going so far as to argue with Jaskier that they weren’t. At first that had stung but now Jaskier was starting to wonder if he’d read it wrong. Geralt wasn’t one for words or emotions, Jaskier knew that, but he would have thought that even Geralt would know that Jaskier needed to hear some kind of confession.

But Geralt’s love language was not words, and it never had been.

Geralt showed he cared in different ways. At first it was not riding away and abandoning Jaskier, despite his protests that Jaskier was just trouble, then Geralt would put away coin to save up for treats on the road. Treats that he didn’t indulge in himself, but sweet buns, healing potions that wouldn’t kill Jaskier, a spare bedroll, better shoes, warmer clothes. Piece by piece Geralt had made sure that Jaskier was well equipped for the road.

In turn, Jaskier paid for their rooms at the inn, helped to wash Geralt’s hair, which was honestly a gross job and Jaskier deserved a lot more thanks for it. Monster guts stuck to hair like a burr in a sheep’s wool. He played ballads and told epic stories of Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, all around the Continent until the Butcher of Blaviken was but a distant memory. A cautionary tale told to children before bed but nothing based in truth. No one, outside of Blaviken, even remembered that it had been Geralt at all. That was also Jaskier’s doing, morphing the tales of the Butcher of Blaviken into a monster of its very own, far apart from witchers; a demon that the White Wolf had banished.

But that wasn’t Jaskier’s love language. That was just… helping out a friend. He was a bard, a poet, a romantic. If he truly thought he’d had a chance with his best friend then he would have adorned Geralt in pet names, flowers, sonnets. No one would have any doubt about who Jaskier truly loved, who his heart belonged to, and he’d foolishly expected to be wooed in quite the same way.

Fuck.

A fool.

An utter fool.

All he needed was a hat with bells and a tambourine.

“Oh fuck,” he finally muttered aloud.

“Jask?” Geralt’s voice cut through his turmoil and he blinked until he was back in the now familiar dining room at Kaer Morhen.

Four sets of golden eyes were watching him.

“I need a moment,” he stammered and then, like the coward he was… he fled.

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He paced around the room until the sound of his footsteps started to annoy him, the never-ending echoing thud reverberating around the room. He threw himself on the bed, inhaling Geralt's scent. It usually helped to ground him but today was different. It just confused him. He felt completely off-balanced. Did Geralt actually want him?

As more than a friend?

It completely changed the last two decades of his life. The wasted opportunities he’d had if hadn’t been such a coward.

Fuck!

Why couldn’t he have just said something?

Why didn’t Geralt?

But what if he was reading the whole thing wrong? What if this was just false hope? That thought burned through him, making his heart ache. He felt like he’d been thrown into a fire, flames blazing around him, a slow torturous death as his love seared through his soul.

He sobbed helplessly and held a pillow to his chest. It didn’t help. Nothing helped. He’d flown too close to the fucking sun and now he was falling, wings melted and falling apart, his tears glistening in the very rays that had been his end.

“Jaskier?”

“Go away,” he grumbled. He couldn’t face Geralt, not now. It was too soon and too overwhelming.

“I’m sorry, Jask.”

Jaskier threw his pillow at the door and Geralt ducked out of the way. He heard the door close and he went back to feeling sorry for himself, praying to all the gods he’d feel better after a good cry. He was pathetic. And yet again, Geralt had found him bawling his eyes out.

“Fuck!” He yelled, not even caring anymore who could hear him. Fucking witchers and their fancy mutations and enhanced hearing. It wasn’t fucking fair.

And the whole ‘only significant others’ rule was completely bullshit.

“Fucking shit balls,” Jaskier screamed into his pillow. “Cock,” he mumbled rather lamely.

It would have all been quite fun if he wasn’t quite so in love with Geralt. If they’d been just friends he would have enjoyed the easy flirtations, his personality was practically made for it. He was so fucking angry with himself for not being able to do this, even Geralt was putting on a better show. He sniffed and wiped the snot from his nose.

“Oh get a grip, Jask,” he muttered, grimacing as he looked at his hands. “Gods, I’m a wreck.”

“You’re not a wreck,” he heard Geralt say.

He sat up, slightly dizzy from moving too quickly, and glanced around the room. It was empty. Was he hearing voices now?

“Geralt?”

“I’m outside.”

“Oh.”

Jaskier stared at the door, longing to open it but something held him back. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he saw Geralt right now. Either yell at him or snog him senseless.

He wasn’t really sure if Geralt wanted either of those things.

So he crawled off the end of the bed and knelt in front of the door, pressing his forehead to the wood. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m normally better company, or at least I try to be… for you?” he whispered, knowing Geralt could hear him.

Geralt hummed and Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut, tears still running down his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to cause a fuss.

“I didn’t think it would be so hard,” he sighed, his fingers scraping at his scalp.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt grunted. “I know it can’t be easy, pretending to love me, but…”

Jaskier had scrambled to his feet and pulled the door open before Geralt could finish that sentence. The fucking bastard thought it was all so hard because he was unlovable! Jaskier’s misery turned to anger in the blink of an eye. Geralt fell backwards through the door, his head landing at Jaskier’s feet and he blinked up at him in surprise.

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier hissed.

“But…”

“You are my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you, so don’t you dare start spouting some nonsense about how no one could love you. You horse’s arse!”

“Jask,”

“Now get in here, you and I are going to pretend to have sex.” Jaskier’s words surprised him, they were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“What?!”

“We’ll tell the others that I was just being dramatic, I’m a bard after all,” Jaskier explained with a wave of his hand. He needed to stop moping and get into his role, plus if there was a chance that Geralt did love him back, which he was really beginning to suspect he did… then… well… what better way to find out?

#the witcher #geraskier #kaer morhen #fake dating #wolfie’s witcher writing

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poormeowmeowcollector · 3 years ago

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Two Kings And One Guard

Relationship: Every Asgardian and Jotunn from Thor 1 with each other, mostly Thor & Loki, no slash

Warnings: angst, whump, trauma, possible war mention... I'm still working on it

Summary: The Jotnar attacked the palace, and Thor wants -- needs revenge for ruining his coronation. But Heimdall does not allow Thor to use the bifrost

Notes: Ideas were taken from this post by @woodelf68 and that post. I am still working on it so please bear with me

Chapter 1: You Shall Not Pass

chapter warnings: Caps, Odin, language

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Thor drags his idiot friends into the suicide mission number "lost count". Yes, of course Loki's coming along, someone has to make sure the oafs will stay alive. Which is why he informed a guard on his way out. If lucky, Odin will come running before Thor can leave the planet.

But, so far, nothing stops the idiot. The only obstacle between him and his desire for blood is Heimdall, the last defence line. But Loki can still work with that.

"Let me do it…" they inform and step forward, ready to speak up.

"If you really think I will allow you to break a thousand years old peace truce just so you can get revenge for having your feast ruined, you are fooling yourself, Odinson," the guard answers, glaring directly into Thor.

"They invaded the palace! They were close to getting the casket again!" He yells, his patience already running dry.

"Which is why a diplomatic mission will be sent there to discuss the incident without disturbing the peace.

"Diplomatic mission? With these barbarians, these monsters? With all honesty, who the fuck is stupid and coward enough to suggest this?" Thor's voice echoes in all the length of the rainbow bridge. Sif and Fandral share a wary look but do nothing, and Heimdall stays silent and still.

"Brother, maybe we should stay. Jötunnheim is not just a forest for a hunting trip, we'll freeze to death," Loki speaks up.

"If you want to run back to your mother's skirts, you're free to go, snake," Hogun scoffs, always with the comeback ready.

"Not everyone is as much of a coward as you, Liesmith," Volstagg adds, making Loki's first clench and their blood boil.

"The Prince is correct. You will freeze before you find Laufey," Heimdall insists.

"I AM THOR ODINSON, CROWN PRINCE OF ASGARD AND I DEMAND YOU TO OPEN THE BIFROST," Thor starts yelling, yet cannot get Heimdall to even blink.

"And I do not care about how much you can raise your voice. You shall not pass," Heimdall's voice is dead, unfazed by Thor's fury. Yet, he only fuels that anger, since Thor grips the Mjölnir tighter.

"When Allfather gets here-"

"What will happen?" Thor gets interrupted by Odin, already slaying the prince with his eye. Everyone but Thor and Heimdall moves aside, praying Odin's fury won't be directed to them as well.

"Father?"

"You disobeyed my direct order to leave the matter as it is, you almost broke a peace treaty that stayed strong for a thousand years. And for what? So you will play war and prove your might?" Odin growls, his glare getting even more cold and deadly.

"But the Frost Giants-" Thor strutters, his shoulders dropping.

"ENOUGH! You attempted to bring war to Asgard mere minutes after your coronation! You not only endangered yourself but your friends and brother and people! You never grew past playing hero with your wooden dolls, for you insist on toying with people's lives!" Odin now yells, ten times more intensely than Thor did, even though his tone is lower. The Warriors Four are frozen on their spot, and Loki finds himself unable to draw in a deep breath. Odin flares his nostrils and looks down.

"Perhaps I was mistaken. You are not fit for a king, and you are now a traitor of Asgard," Odin decides.

No, no, that's not what should happen. Odin should have just taught Thor how to be a better king, not punish him! He didn't even do anything!

"Father," Loki tries to reason, to stop Thor from getting imprisoned, or banished or killed. The only response from Odin was a scream, utterly incoherent. Then, Odin glares at Heimdall, and the gatekeeper finally moves.

After getting dragged there, Thor stands right at the opening of the bridge, watching Odin with terror.

"Thor Odinson, you are unworthy of these realms. You are unworthy of your titles, you are unworthy of the loved ones you betrayed!" He first uses Gungnir to open the Bifrost, and then strips Thor off his cape and armour as he strips him off his titles and power.

"I now take from you your power," and the Mjölnir sits on Odin's hand instead of Thor's, each word from the king's mouth is another part of Thor's armour getting reduced into nothing.

"In the name of my father, and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, cast you out!" With just a movement forward, Thor is being sent in that wormhole, possibly never to return. And the Warriors Four, Heimdall, and even Loki, are frozen still and watching, even after Odin has walked away. But, at some point, someone had to talk.

"What is it like to have no competition?" Fandral scoffs, following the well known technique of when something goes wrong, bully Loki into fixing it.

Yet, Loki stays silent, watching where his brother stood, trying to remember everything he can, since his memory is all that's left of Thor. It takes a long time, but eventually, they answer.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. Just… I just wanted to show Odin that Thor wasn't ready, that he needed time and training, not… not that. He… he was my brother…" His words are just a whisper, but still strike the Warriors Four with the realization, Loki's being truthful, and has a point. Just when Sif is about to answer, Heimdall stops them.

"If you will excuse us, I must speak to the prince alone." His voice is just as steady and unyielding as always, as before Odin's arrival. The Warriors Four nod sharply and leave, not even questioning or whispering behind Loki's back. And Heimdall guides Loki in the Bifrost, explaining with just one sentence.

"We need to talk about your father."

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The first thing Thor notices is the pain, both the sharp burn from the Bifrost and the harshness of the ground below him. He takes a look at his surroundings, a desert of some sort. And, it's night, yet warm. Then, he looks at his clothes, at the odd mixed fabrics and plastic and…

Is this Midgard?

And where's his hammer? Did Odin keep it?

He notices a sharp light, far away from his location, it must be Mjölnir. But, before he can move from where he is, a vehicle stops in front of him, and a man in a dark suit with a red eight legged creature printed on it laughs.

"Boss, you're not going to believe this."

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#thor & loki #mcu fanfiction #loki fanfiction #thor fanfiction #thor 1 #fix it #caps #language #odin's a+ parenting #no beta we get sucked into turbohell like men #no beta we saunter vaguely downwards like crowley #no beta we go to superhell like gay angels #no beta this is war

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sanchoyo · 3 years ago

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so I decided to watch danny phantom. I got 3 episodes in and I have Thoughts. im not going to liveblog it necessarily, but just, maybe post my thoughts every 3-5 episodes? because, I have thoughts. (which im sure are not NEW thoughts for dp fans, but, you know. new for me) Anyway. ep 1-3 Thoughts.

- the parents Suck. I love Jazz.

-dannys little 'actually i wanna be an astronaut :)' BABY. im adopting him and his sister. these parents suck so far lol jazz shouldnt have to deal with this and being the most responsible person in the house at age 16. HATE the 'absentminded idiot parents' trope SO much actually. it just makes me mad and makes me want to adopt these kids.

-sam...is so much like me at age 15. at least when I was having a vegan phase. not saying veganism isnt a legit thing or w/e but. my god. shes so Not Like Other Girls. lmfao. if she wanted to go to the dance, she shouldve just SAID so directly!! and I hated her just going up and being catty to Paulina for No Reason Other Than Jealousy UNPROVOKED!!! Like, if anything, the BOYS are the shallow ones, approaching Paulina based on nothing but her looks instead of getting to know her?? it would not have been shallow of her at all to turn them down, she has every right to.

-tbh the way the girls are written makes me cringe. they Deserve Better I think. anyway tbh if a girl came up to me being that rude,, im not saying paulina was RIGHT to lead danny on, but like. I can't be super mad at her for it...sam was bein. hm. rude. and in paulinas little teenager brain thought that was the fastest way to get back at her I guess, by taking the guy she may or may not be crushing on?? I just hate unnecessary rivalry between girls in shows. anyway. glad she did attempt to apologize near the end anyway. I do get that a lot of kids shows have the protags being shitty to teach a moral lesson later and show them apologizing. it still rubbed me the wrong way.

-Was also rolling my eyes at Sam's 'the gorilla needs to be FREE!!' like girl realistically if theres two left,, itll be a huge poaching target, its better to keep it with professionals so it can lead a long, healthy enriched life, and so we can have a lot of footage to teach future generations about so we at least have the memory/history preserved as well as possible! zoos and nature preserves and such can be good. focus on, idk, taking down sea world or smth. (also, the fact it turned out to be a girl gorilla,, and no one noticed until Danny got An Eyeful...of course it would have to be. you cant just tell kids watching this show that theres two male gorillas and theyll DIE FOREVER AND GO EXTINCT AFTER THAT. I GUESS??? but showing danny possessing people is fine. gotcha)

-I liked skulkers design A Lot. it (funnily enough with the episode involving an actual gorilla-) reminded me of the way the gorillaz band got drawn early on. I think its the eyes.

-the voice actor for the box ghost sounded SO familiar. so I went to his IMBD originally thinking he HAD to be a voice actor on ed edd n eddy. THIS GUY HAS VOICE ACTED IN EVERY CARTOON I GREW UP WITH. SO MANY CARTOONS AND ANIMATED MOVIES. funnily enough he was in ed edd n eddy like i thought but in a very very minor role of one of the parents?? I think I just assumed he had to have voiced something I used to watch a lot of. actually, hes voice acted everything, ever. and has been since the 80s, and still does today. Crazy. https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0667326/ LOOK AT THIS MAN'S TALENT.

-box ghost has the right idea tho. I wanna haunt a fed ex truck and get that rush of Open Packages Serotonin for my whole afterlife. king shit. (I also just love very silly villains and this show is checking boxes for me. love the monster of the week format stuff)

-did valerie actually cancel on tucker,, or did the boys just lie to take sam to the dance. that seems so unfair to val but we never SAW unless I was looking away. valerie u deserve a date sweetie i am SO sorry. if u already made a commitment to valerie I think sam can take HERSELF TBH. she wanted to be passive aggressive about the dance, it couldve been a lesson in 'just say what you want and dont expect your friends to be mindreaders' lol

-'boys hugging makes every year book funny' TOP 10 SAM HOMOPHOBIC MOMENTS?? let them cuddle while they nap girl wtf. I KNOOOW I know this is how a lot of cartoons were written in the early 2000s but I hate it.

-tucker being freaked out by the cute ghost girl wanting to dance with him at the dance?? no sir. you WANTED A GIRL TO WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU!! and your best friend is half ghost!! tucker top ten ghostphobic moments!!! (also, her having a dragon amulet is a BONUS. coward)

-danny can just. possess people. ALRIGHT! casually terrifying. love that.

#tldr: jazz is best girl so far #and im the kids new dad!#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #long post #dp thoughts

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layingitoutforyou · 3 years ago

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Seb had to say something. He kept being asked. And I think if he said he never watched it a) everyone would wonder how he can make a series about a famous video... that he never watched and b) no one would believe it and he would be blasted for lying.

One thing I have learned about this fandom is that no matter what Sebastian does or says, certain people will love it no matter what, say his projects will win/deserves awards, claim it is such-and-such era, spend alot of time making gifs of everything and doing TikToks etc etc,

Then there are people who love and support him and his projects but in a less active way - basically the reblogger and retweeter - either because we don't have all day to do that stuff or don't have the ability to do it or are too lazy to do it but we love it when other fans do it(yup that's me lol) and if we don't like a project we just don't watch it(novel approach I know)

OR there are those whose life goal is to be offended. About everything. The people that bring up something he did 10 yrs ago or something he said that was stupid or maybe even offensive but it was clear that either he didn't know it was offensive or didn't say it to hurt anyone or both. These people analyze every word that comes out of his mouth to find something to be irate about, research and follow his friends, gf, and coworkers to find something they did to get mad at Seb about. They blast him, call him out, and talk about how problematic he is. If a fan that doesn't agree that he is this horrible monster, they get accused of not holding him accountable, protecting him, being blind, racist or an idiot who buys into his PR. Then these fans get attacked for their decision that Seb is a good guy who makes mistakes but he is not a bad person. I have seen so many times where a fan thinks something and puts it out there with 'anonymous sources' and then this group pile on him about that even though there is no actual proof(like the fans that hate/are mad at Chris for dating someone and doing things with her that no one actually has proof that it even happened - comparing videos with pictures on a hotel website lol - then attacking him and the girl for dating without one drop of actual proof. They also hate this girl, call him disgusting that he is taking advantage of such a young woman but they go & harass her on Instagram - basically victimizing someone they are offended that Chris victimized. Does anyone else see the insanity in this???) Then these 'antis' accuse the other fans of kissing his ass and being obsessed with him when they spend whole days bitching about him on social media or doing their research (aka tracking him and everyone in his life) so who is really obsessed with him? These people think it is superior and wiser to insult him - be an anti - rather than actually following someone else or admitting the truth - they love Sebastian too. I noticed when I post ASKs on gossip blogs here that provides actual proof of my stance or just logic to show they are wrong they don't post the ask at all or their answer is sarcasm or gifs about how I am mental, dumb, blind, or whatever but they can't even respond to my arguments because they are too full of themselves or such a coward to admit maybe they are wrong (I am not including you with this group btw)

Maybe because I am from an older generation but I honestly am blown away by antis. Why spend your life pissed off over something a celebrity does? Why not just stop being a fan or stop paying to see their projects which is the better way to affect them? Why not let fans enjoy Sebastian how/why/when they want to and stop trying to tear then down? It doesn't make the anti better or smarter than the fan. There is no reward for who finds the most dirt on him, trashes him the most, gets the most nasty, or cancels him the loudest. You are not a better person for being a faux-social justice warrior when you only provide criticism on Sebastian when it suits you and not on yourself. It destroys your mental health if you live for negativity. It destroys fandoms when you constantly try to bring other fans down to your level instead of just letting them fan him in peace. Maybe think about a better hobby than hating on people!

Holy shit this is so long!

NOTE - every time I said you/your I was directing it to the general you/your not the blog owner who I think is usually fair about her criticism and doesn't attack other fans for not agreeing with her.

I can guarantee the ones hating him exceptionally hard either have someone from Star Wars as their icon, DC, Bucky, or Wanda, or they’re some Gen z kid. I said what I said. The exaggerated hate is personal and it’s unnecessary as fuck. Good thing nobody is really paying attention to it except for stans. The big guns have yet to address any of it. He’s fine, once Fresh is out BAM

#sebastian stan

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greenygreenland · 4 years ago

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Home: Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

-I LOVE ASKS. plz keep them coming, they make my day -i’m sorry i write slowly, I’m a perfectionist. -it’s also better to have quality over quantity, am I right? -takes place after Tournament of Elements but before Possessed

[REQUESTED BY ANON] Summary/ask: Maybe a reader with a "dark" power (like, not evil, but considered dark), and they were outcasted by it, everyone thinks they are bad and shit but they are just shy and insecure?

WARNING: MENTIONS OF VERBAL ABUSE (VERY BRIEF), BLOOD (BRIEF), INJURIES (ALSO BREIF), ETC.

Isolation. That was all you had ever known for the better half of your life. Most details were things you preferred to keep hidden away, locked up for good in that deep mind of yours.

You never had a whole family, but that was fine by you. Why should that matter when you had a father who loved and cared for you? Growing up, he always told you this: ‘Ninjago is so much more than our tiny home, my dear. Why should we worry about what we don’t have when there’s so much to discover?’

Even now, you held onto his words with your life. Even now when you forgot what his face looked like. Even now when you couldn’t remember his voice, or how warm his hugs were. Everything eventually faded, but not the emotions he made you feel.

Love, warmth, generosity.

Those were the only pieces of baggage you carried. Although heavy, they kept you from the evil strings of bitterness. You kept your chin up, high in the air so you could look to the sky. It was the limit after all, the portion of which you had to reach and reach until you couldn’t anymore. The only problem was getting there.

The alley was rather quiet today, a far cry from the usual bustling citizens looking for a shortcut or a food stand. You loved days like this, where no one would care to stare at you and whisper your name like it were a ball in a game. With your hood up, no one could see your face, and no one could cast you aside like the loner you were.

“What are you doing here?”

You wish you hadn’t heard his voice. As subtle as he tried to be, his snarky tone caused passing stragglers to glance at you. A sigh escapes your lips. What was he doing here? Didn’t he have anything better to do than follow you around and nag? You were cast aside as it was by your mother, forgotten by your so-called friends, and left behind by your ascended father.

He told you to stay away from that speedy idiot, the one your mother took away from you. The one who took after her with the same eyes, nose, and mouth. They had the same grin, too, the one where it looked like they thought they were better than you.

“If it isn’t Griffin Turner,” you grumble out. “What a pleasure.”

His stare isn’t friendly. You know under those red sunglasses that he’s glaring at you. He’s probably thinking about how much of a monster you are too, just like every other Elemental Master you ever faced in your life.

Griffin runs a hand over his oh-so-perfectly cut hairdo. “Oh don’t be a prick.” he spits out. “Have some respect for your older brother.” That grin doesn’t slide off his face no matter how dark your expression gets. He’s always been oblivious. First to your powers, then to your father’s death, and finally, to how terribly he’s been treating you.

It doesn’t matter that he’s your older brother. Bullying does not discriminate, and neither do you, blood ties or not. “Just leave me alone, I’m not in the mood Griffin.” He raises a brow. “Not in the mood? Since when did someone like you have feelings? You’re cold-hearted, just like your dad.”

You frown. “’Your dad’?” you echo. “What, so we’re only related when you choose?” Griffin shrugs absentmindedly. You know he’s trying to provoke you, get a reaction, but you just can’t help it. He was patronising you and your father.

“I’m just glad I lived with mum instead of dad.” he adds. “At least I don’t have to run after the garbage truck with a shopping list.” He snickers to himself and you go rigid. “Take that back.”

“What? Your last braincell?”

“Well--you--you’re a...” You pause. “At least I had someone who loved me and actually payed attention to me! Sure, I inherited dad’s elemental powers, but he taught me something you’ll never get: kindness. You think I don’t know? Look again you pathetic waste of space!” That wasn’t supposed to hit hard and you both knew it. Griffin could have said a million other insults that burned like the sun itself, yet somehow, with your puny words, you hit a nerve. A nerve that wasn’t supposed to be punched in the first place.

Griffin’s grin finally slides off his face. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and uses the other to adjust his bright sunglasses. He doesn’t say anything, but you can practically feel the air thicken between the empty distance. Griffin didn’t have lo self-esteem, but sometimes, his mum called him a waste of space. When you walked by the luxurious apartment, on days the kitchen window was left wide open, you heard what she’d say to Griffin--what she did to him.

Suddenly, you’re taken back to the age of six, when your parents were together and Griffin was more than your only brother. You were best friends. You did everything together. But then your father passed down his elemental powers to you, and it was then that everything changed.

Your father taught you that your powers were a gift passed down all the way from the days the First Spinjitzu Master lived among the people of Ninjago. It was a gift used to protect him when he was in need, a gift that possessed great power and majesty. Your elemental abilities had a double edge to it. Although beautiful, it possessed a great danger.

One slip-up was all it took. One mistake you never meant.

That day, you were practicing control and discipline over your powers. You never meant for it to happen, and if you could go back, you would a million times over. That day, all the control, all the mastery you had over your abilities disappeared in an instant. You swore it was only for a second, but it could have lasted a millennia.

Your element was more than a power. It was a living part of you with its own consciousness you couldn’t quite understand. When you slept, you saw him, the intangible person you never cared to learn the name of. He always sat in a plain of pure darkness, where you couldn’t touch or see him clearly.

You knew he never meant to frighten you, but that day, you only saw a monster. Perhaps it was you, perhaps it was him. You never knew because the moment you lost control, your world went black. From then on, your parents split. Your mother took Griffin away from you, and as time grew, so did the distance between you.

You wish you could change things starting from that day till now. Those forsaken words shouldn’t have left either of your mouths, but the damage had already been done. It cut too deep that not even magic could mend the wounds.

“Griffin I--”

“So that’s how it is.” A bitter laugh escapes his lips and you flinch like you’ve been struck. Griffin walks toward you at a painfully slow pace. The alleyway isn’t part of the city anymore. It’s a battlefield of honour, of pride, of two siblings who have been torn apart. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he pulls something out of his pocket. “Here.”

The wad of cash presented to you between his fingers looks more like an insult than a gift. Was he trying to rub in your face how rich his mum was compared to your dead dad? Surely this wasn’t an olive branch to apologise for being a jerk for the past eleven years.

He stares at your incredulous expression and yanks your wrist forward, slapping the bills into your hand and forcing it into your sweater pocket. “Look, I’m not patronising you, okay? Just...go to your friend or whatever and don’t spend that on drugs. Your financial situation sucks, I get it.”

His tone is rather aggressive, but you know that speech pattern. The one where it’s soft and bashful because he’s embarrassed to be talking out loud like that--like an older brother. You run your fingers over the cash in your pocket and stare at Griffin. He looks the other way and begins marching past you, making sure to bump shoulders.

“Griffin, wait.” You make a grab for his arm but he’s already gone at the speed of light. “Thanks,” you whisper to yourself. “I guess.” You aren’t sure how long you stay in the dead alleyway, frozen in your own thoughts. But as soon as you’re ready to make your way to the park, the alleyway fades, the honking of the cars disappear, and you’re completely alone in a surge of darkness.

“That has got to be a least three hundred.”

You heave out a long sigh as the darkness parts. Robes drag across the floor like liquid gold, sparkling and shimmering like the sun. “Such a coward, your brother. He shouldn’t have run away like that.” The man is a living contradiction, much like you. Although he lived in a world of darkness, that never stopped light from blooming in his cold heart. He cared for you as much as he cared for your father and those before him.

The man adjusted the collar of his red robes, yanking the thick fabric into all the right shapes and places. His pale face was like a sheet of paper, but the calm smile made up for that and tinted his cheeks rose. “Here,” he said, waving his arm. The wad of cash drifted out of your pocket, mixing with the mist until it was all but a speck of light. It drifted into one of the man’s pockets, which he patted.

“Honestly,” he says, “could you be more inconspicuous? Someone down the street looked like he wanted to mug you.” You frown and the man huffs. “When you need the money, come back. I’ll keep it here.”

“Thank you.”

“Raijin.” he says. “Call me Raijin.”

The mist began swirling like a whirlpool, twisting and turning until your hood whacked you in the face. The alleyway materialised as soon as your feet hit the pavement. The honking of cars sliced through the air, bombarding your ears in the cityscape sounds. “First Spinjitzu Master...” you grumble, rubbing your ears.

“LOOK OUT!”

You whip around in bewilderment and flatten yourself against the brick wall. A group of four or five fruit-coloured boys fly from the fire escape above. If you hadn’t reacted quickly enough, then you’d be as much of a pancake as the blue one (he was under all of them).

“I’m--gonna--die! Get off me Cole!”

“I...I can’t when Zane’s heavier than a rock!”

“Kai, move your stupid leg!”

“Everyone stop arguing! Lloyd is unconscious!”

The last bit sent the group in a rush of shouting, scrambling, and shoving. You wanted to do something to help, but these boys were the ninja, students of Sensei Wu and partly, Garmadon. In the world of elemental masters, they were known as the OG, the ones who defeated the Great Devourer, Garmadon, and so many more.

The last time you saw them (together, that was) had to be half a year ago on Chen’s forsaken island. You almost died, but Lloyd saved you. He and his friends risked their lives to help everyone off that island. If thy hadn’t been there...

You glance at Lloyd. He lay on the pavement, faintly breathing and coughing as Zane wrapped gauze around his wrist. The blood smeared on his face sent your heart tumbling. Just what had they done this time?

“Hey!” you exclaim. The boys remove their hoods and turn to you. Kai knits his brows together. “Aren’t you--?”

“Do you want help or no?” you gruffly retort. Zane’s bright eyes don’t leave your cold expression as you look between all the ninja. Cole and Jay look uneasy about the offer, but to even the blind, it was clear they had no choice.

“Yes.” Zane says. “We would be grateful for your assistance, (Y/n).” You nod and motion for them to follow you out of the alleyway. Kai carefully lifts Lloyd off the ground and onto his back. “Thank you for your generous offer.”

“Don’t thank me until he’s well.” you quietly reply. As scary as it was inviting people to your tiny apartment, this was the ninja. You owed them this much for being Ninjago’s protectors for so long. “We’re taking the back route because I don’t want to attract unwanted attention. It’s clear you had a run-in, let’s not repeat that.”

Halfway down one of the quieter streets, you heard Jay whisper this, “I heard she’s evil. Are you sure we should trust her?”

You want to be offended, but getting upset would only make everything worse. You re-called your conversation with Griffin, and that look on his face when you called him a waste of space.

He deserved the insult, you told yourself. Why should you feel guilty?

You spot a beat-up door worn with age. The blue paint peeled off the wood, scattering along the doorstep in little piles. As much as you wanted to renovate, you couldn’t afford it. You had to save up for college and rent.

You dig your hand inside your trousers’ pocket and produce a key. The scratches rub against your calloused hands as you stick it in the keyhole and yank open the door. “Bring him in.” No one says a word as you watch the ninja file into your home one by one. Like good guests, they remove their shoes and leave them in a little corner of the hall.

You close the door behind you and lock it, tossing the key in its respective place. “Set him down on the couch. I’ll get a med kit.” When you come back with the med kit and freshly washed hands, you weave past Cole and sit on the floor by Kai’s side. “He’ll be alright.” you calmly state.

Kai sharply meets your gaze. “His wrist is broken.”

“Yes, but bones can be mended. He will be alright.” You ignore the stares, they were background noise, and place your hands around the wound. “Raijin,” you whisper, “I need assistance.”

The last time you had to fix a broken wrist had to be about three months ago. It was a rather draining action, but for Lloyd, you would do anything. He needed you.

Suddenly, your body goes completely rigid. Your hands are cold and you shut your eyes, allowing the icy sensations to wash over your being. A breeze passes over your face and settles around your hands. You imagine Lloyd’s bones mending back into place, connecting painlessly like a puzzle piece would.

“What’s she doing?” you hear Jay whisper.

“I think she’s concentrating.” Cole answers. “Kind of...creepy if I do say so myself.”

You feel the bones clicking together, and once you are sure Lloyd is alright, you open your eyes and heave out a long sigh. “He...he will be...” You can’t finish that sentence. The world spins with dots and mingles in a flurry of colours and blurs. Someone was saying something, but you can’t make out what’s wrong with you.

The world fades to black.

“Here again?”

You frown uncomfortably as Raijin struts out from behind a curtain of shadow. It’s hard to disregard him, so you avert your gaze to the side. “I don’t choose when I come here, you know that.” He chuckles and it’s a low rumble. “You like him.”

“Who?”

“Lloyd. It’s not everyday you let people into your home. When you saw Griffin walk by with a broken leg, you didn’t heal him.” You sigh loudly. “Well, that’s different Raijin.”

“Is it?” There’s a suggestive tone to his voice you don’t like, as if he’s looking inside your head and hearing all your thoughts bouncing around. Raijin probably did hear some of it. He was, after all, a part of you, both soul and body. Silence falls over your shoulders and it sits there like an old pillow: uncomfortable, flat, and irritating.

The silence stretched and you felt small in the presence of Raijin. He had a way with his height and energy that somehow made him appear all the more regal. You can’t meet his eyes as you blurt out the dumbest question you could muster. “Will Lloyd be okay?”

The answer is obvious, but Raijin doesn’t comment on it. He folds his hands together and softly nods, as if he’s afraid of making you shrink further into yourself. “Thanks to your efforts his wrist is healed. Why don’t you see for yourself?” You perk up. “What--?”

The darkness curls under your shoes, stretching like gum and absorbing you in nothing. It’s cold, it’s dark, and it’s filling you with adrenaline.

You jolt upright.

“I see you and Raijin had quite the conversation.” a crinkly voice states. You rub your pounding head, accepting the steaming cup of tea from Sensei Wu’s hands. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the monastery, much less your old room. Wait, Wu? Your old room from when you were eleven? “Sensei?” He smiles kindly, giving your shoulder a good pat. “If you were wondering, Lloyd has been healed. Actually, he wishes to see you.”

“Me?” you inquire. “Really?” Wu chuckles to himself good-naturedly. He turns his back to you and slides open the door, revealing a red-faced Lloyd. He goes stiff like a board. “Uh--I--sorry--just passing--”

Wu gently guides Lloyd into the room, paying no mind to the stuttering mess his nephew had become. It’s an odd sight to see Lloyd, the Green Ninja, tripping over his own feet, adjusting his sleeves, and picking at loose threads instead of meeting your eyes like he did that day.

Lloyd had been like a gust of wind. He came to your rescue strong and fast, scooping your bloodied body in his arms with a gentle hold. When the time came and you all had to leave the island, you were still too weak to use your elemental powers, so Lloyd let you ride with him. Those crazy few weeks on Chen’s island had been traumatising.

The fact that you weren’t trusted by anyone due to your powers made it worse, until you met Lloyd and his father.

Wu quietly exists the room, gently closing the door behind. You silently thank him for his consideration. “It’s been a while.” you quietly say. Lloyd shuffles toward you with a bright smile, cheeks still tinted red. “I used to see you around Ninjago City a lot, but after a while, it was...I don’t know, like you disappeared.”

It’s your turn to avert your gaze. The truth was, you weren’t sure Lloyd still wanted to be your friend after the Tournament. You saw him less and less with each passing day, only ever giving a small wave here and there whenever he went to Borg Tower. After half a month, Griffin caught you talking with Lloyd. He bullied you about it and told you Lloyd was only acting like your friend.

Stupidly enough, you believed him. Your insecurities about being judged wore down your courage like a bath bomb in water. You couldn’t speak with Lloyd any longer, or give a simple wave that made him smile like the sun. One day, you decided to avoid him completely by taking a different route home. You never saw him again. Not until today.

“I-I’m sorry Lloyd.” you murmur. He blinks, knitting his brows together in confusion. “What do you mean you’re sorry? You didn’t do anything--”

“Yes I d-did.” You curse your wobbly voice. “I started a-avoiding you because I was scared we weren’t...you know...anymore. And a lot happened...and then...” Your eyes are burning with tears you know are filled with ages of stress and worry and anger.

You wanted to blame Griffin for making fun of you that day. You wanted to blame yourself for being so stupid. You wanted to blame Raijin for not talking to you when you needed him most. But you couldn’t. How would any of them know this would happen? That you’d eventually cut Lloyd off altogether until you were in isolation in that tiny apartment by yourself? How could you have known?

The side of your bed dips and gentle arms bring you in tight. It’s warm and reminds you of meadows with flowers, butterflies, and better days. When was the last time you actually hugged someone? Much less allowed them this close in your proximity? You didn’t have friends at school, so you always settled for books as your comfort. Books could not hug like people.

“I should be thanking you.” Lloyd said. “You healed me even though it made you pass out.” You sniffle, hesitantly wrapping your arms around Lloyd’s middle. As soon as you allow your shoulders to relax, warmth spreads through your chest. You recognised the sensation as a mix of comfort and relief.

To know someone else was here with you who cared and would sit with you as you cried your eyes out was new--but it felt good. When your dad died, you promised to never shed another tear. You couldn’t say you were good a keeping promises.

“If you want to tell me more, it’s okay.” Lloyd softly said. You rested your head on his shoulder, savouring the way he smelled like life itself. If you were to describe it, you’d call it grassy, flowery, and fruity all rolled into one.

“Well... You remember my brother Griffin?” you slowly begin. “He isn’t who you think he is. He always tells me things like I’m a monster because of my elemental powers, or that...”

You aren’t sure how long you talk for, but Lloyd’s there, listening to every word and drinking it in like gold. Sometimes he pitched in, other times he sat still in a silent horror you couldn’t fully comprehend. It never occurred to you just how broken your family relationships had been when it was your norm.

When your tears finally dried and you could breathe again, Lloyd took your hands and motioned for you to follow him out of the room. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” You smiled at him, enjoying the company his hand provided.

Wu rounded around the corner and said, “Would you like to stay forever?”

There was no question in that. You still had your old room and memories of when you used to call the monastery home. Why wouldn’t you want to make new ones? “Yes.” you reply. “I’d love that--if it’s fine with you.” Lloyd glanced at Wu, who simply nodded in confirmation.

Lloyd turns to you with a bright grin that you can only shyly match in response.

TIP JAR

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 3 years ago

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About time I did more soul stuff

Paige: What does 'take out' mean? Keith: Food. Isabelle: Dating Paxton: Murder Justin: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Paige: I’m an idiot. Keith: Isabelle: Paxton: Justin: Paige: Keith: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

(GODDAMN THAT’S COLD KEITH)

Paige: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! Keith: Tubular AF! Isabelle: Mood to the max! Paxton, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. Justin, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

(They are both dying inside but their dumbass friends are enjoying it so they will deal with it. Also Paxton saying “Groovy, I hate it” is hilarious efhbef)

Paige: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked... Paxton: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine! Justin: In your pantry! Paige: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop? Paxton: Is your friend here? Paige, motioning to Keith: Yeah. Paxton, to Keith: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:( Isabelle: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew- Isabelle: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?! Isabelle: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN Everyone else: No. Isabelle, to Paxton and Justin: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS Paxton: YAAAAAAAAY! Justin: THE PRESTIGE!

(this is canon and no one can convince me otherwise)

Paige: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Keith: 'Prettiest Smile' Isabelle: 'Nicest Personality' Paxton: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Justin: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

(Goddammit why can’t you two JUST BE NORMAL-)

Paige: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? Keith: Rude. Isabelle: That’s fair. Paxton: Not again. Justin: Are you going to want this back?

(Justin- the negotiator)

Paige: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? Keith: Rude. Isabelle: That’s fair. Paxton: Not again. Justin: Are you going to want this back?

Paige: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right Keith: Looking right because you left Isabelle: Looking up cause you let me down Paxton: Looking down cause you fucked up Justin: What is wrong with you guys

Paige: Anyone d- Keith: Depressed? Isabelle: Drained? Paxton: Dumb? Justin: Disliked? Paige: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

Paige: You're a loose cannon, Keith. Keith: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Isabelle: I think you play by your own rules. Paxton: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Paige: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Keith: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Justin is a loose cannon. Justin: *smashes a chair*

(Scavenging for parts like a true pro)

Paige: You kidnapped Keith? That’s illegal! Isabelle: But Paige, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Keith, or destroying our dreams? Paige: Kidnapping Keith, Isabelle!!! Paxton: Paige, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them! Paige: What, to kidnap people?!?! Paxton: To work together! Paige: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?! Justin: Paige, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.

(soul swap au)

Paige: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need! Paxton: To the city? Paige: Yeah, no matter what! Justin: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly? Paige: I... I don't know! Keith: Oh come off it, be serious! Paige: I am serious! Keith: You're insane! Isabelle: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved! Everyone: Paige: What??? Isabelle: Or maybe it was a basset hound! Keith, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!

(This feels like something that would happen in grouptale. Look, Isabelle just got hit by a flying rock, she’ll be fine in a couple of minutes-)

Paige: Bye Keith! Bye Isabelle! Bye Paxton! Bye Justin! Bye Keith! Isabelle: You said ‘bye Keith’ twice. Paige: I like Keith.

(As you should)

Paige: Rules are made to be broken. Keith: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Isabelle: Uh, piñatas. Paxton: Glow sticks. Justin: Karate boards. Bentley: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Paige: Rules. Keith:

(Reminds me of the underswap au)

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Paige: Thanks fam! Keith: oh no Isabelle: *cries* I love you too Paxton: Sounds fake but okay Justin: *A flustered mess* Bentley: can i get a refund

(PFFFF “Oh no”)

Paige: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke. Keith: Okay, but what is updog? Isabelle: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Paxton: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Justin: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Bentley: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Paige: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Paxton: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Isabelle: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Keith: What’s a henway?? Paige: Oh, about five pounds.

(I like to think she did this on purpose)

*The squad is over at Paige's house* Keith: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Paige: ... N-No... Paige, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Keith, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Isabelle: I see a- Paige, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Keith: Oh, well I- Paige: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Paige, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Paxton: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Justin: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Paige: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Paige: I am someone who owns four ovens... Paige, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Paige: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Bentley, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Paige: Keith: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Paige: Paige, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

(The single braincell)

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Delusional - Part 9!

When Delaney woke up she didn't recognize anything around her. One thing she did know is she felt like she had been hit by a truck. Looking around her, the dimly lit room was empty apart from a shabby wooden table a few feet infront of her with a camera tripod placed in the centre. Looking down at the uncomfortable chair she was sat in she silently thanked god she was still in her shorts and Jax’s T-shirt she wore yesterday. As her head pounded painfully she tried to think back to yesterday and how the hell she ended up here. She couldnt remember anything after crying in the bathroom as Jax left. Jax. Oh God. He was probably hauled up with Tara making up for lost time. he probably didnt even know she was gone. Tears welled in her eyes as she realised no one was looking for her. No one knew she was gone. Before she could let herself panic too much the heavy steel door to the right of the room was slammed open. Out walked Kevin and Delaneys stomach dropped heavily. Yes Kevin was weird but he couldnt be the matermind behind this. NO. Delaney was 100% sure there was something else to this. She didnt have to wait long to get her answer either. A few minutes later Alex followed Kevin into the cold room with a video camera held tightly in his hands. Delaney Knew she was right. Her Jaw fell slack as she made eye contact with the man that ruined her life and nearly killed her. The man she was convinced for years she loved deeply. “Hey Babe, Did you miss me?” Alex smirked at the shock that was still clear on he face. “What? W-why? H-how?” Delaney could barley speak never mind stutter the small questions she do desperately wanted answers to. “Oh sweetie ill explain everything dont you worry. But first things first-” Alex raised his finger dramatically and turned to the video camera that now sat firmly on the tripod. Pressing the ON button and connecting a cable it beeped to life. “ I dont think your little Biker Bitch will want to miss out on this.” Before Delaney could say anything a chain was tightly hooked to the handcuffs around her wrists and yanked upwards. In seconds she was hung from the ceiling with her arms suspended above her head. Gasping in pain she clenched her eyes shut tightly. Her shoulders were on fire immediately and her toes barley brushed the damp floor. Glaring at Alex as he came to stand Beside her Delaney scoffed. “So whats the plan? Kill me? Send the video to the club? You know they’ll kill you right? You kill me and Jax will come for your head.” Alex burst out laughing and shook his head. “Oh Baby girl, you’ve grown some balls since you were mine.” Grabbing her face tightly he yanked her forward on the chain so she was closer to the camera. “This is being streamed to the Clubhouse as we speak. Kevin here managed to change the connection at the last beer delivery and you didnt even notice.” Tutting at her sarcastically Alex let go of her face and smiled at her. “Kevin here is a sucker for a pretty face. He fell for you pretty quickly. I find it quite rude you weren’t particularly nice about the gifts he left for you. The notes were me ofcourse. Poor Kevin here doesnt have the same artistic flare as me.” Alex’s smile was sinister as he turned from Delaney to take a Knife from Kevin. Delaney’s stomach turned as he made his way back towards her and grabbed her neck tightly so she couldnt flinch away. The grin on his face made Delaney feel sick as he cut the navy blue SAMCRO T-shirt from her body. She could only hope that whatever it was he had planned for her, he would kill her quick.

The slamming of the clubhouse door hinted at Jax’s arrival. Half sack had called him to explain what showed up on the bar TV and within minutes every club member and Gemma was crowded around the large screen. Jax’s heart broke as his eyes locked on Delaney’s fearful ones. She was hung from the ceiling in nothing but a black lace bra and black cycle shorts. “So this is what you’ve been planning for the year we’ve been seperated? Finding me a stalker and planning your revenge?” Delaney spat angrily. Kevin stood in the corner just staring ad her as she was suspended half naked in the dirty room and it made her want to vomit. Jax turned up the volume on the TV just as Alex came into view. Looking at his mother Jax’s eyes were on fire with anger. “I thought you said he left her and moved back to England?” Gemma glared at her son. “ And i thought you were meant to be protecting her? You left her and the bastard swooped in and took her! I’m not the only one with some explaining to do am i?!” Jax shook his head and turned back to the screen. Now was not the time to argue with his impossible mother. He needed to focus on finding Delaney. He focused his attention back on the screen just in time to see Alex put the Knife to her neck. “You were mine. You really think i was going to let you go that easy? We would still be together if it wasnt for Jaxon Teller. You didnt care about me anymore once you met him.” Alex Gripped Delaney by the Hair and pulled her head back exposing her neck more. “You’re wrong! About everything.” Gasping in pain as strands of her hair were pulled out by the roots Delaney had to argue. She couldnt let him blame everything on Jax. “You’re just upset you lost your fucking punchbag! You beat me almost every day i was with you for nothing. The day i got that Job at Teller-Morrow was the day i got part of my life back. I wasnt just your housewife anymore. I had my own money and i was saving up to leave you.” Alex stepped away from Delaney his face crimson red with anger, But with tears streaming down her face she continued to tell him the truth. Her Truth. He needed to know just how much of a monster he was. “Then i came home late from a club party late, they’d asked me to work the bar, do you remember? How you accused me of sleeping with every member? How you told me the only thing i was good for was being passed around? That no one would ever want me?! Do you remember Alex? How you beat me so bad my eyes were swollen shut for days. How i was unconscious on our kitchen floor for 2 days. How you stomped on my chest the next morning and broke 4 of my ribs because i physically couldnt get up and make you breakfast! How you made me clean ourhouse on my hands and knees because i was in too weak, in too much pain to stand!” Alex scoffed as Delaney sobbed. “You fucking deserved it! You were sleeping with Teller behind my back! you just wanted to get rid of me so you could be with him. you never paid me any attention and hung around him like a desperate whore. You think i dont remember those times i came to pick you up from work to see you flirting with him right infront of my face. Laughing and Giggling like a teenage school girl! You were practically begging for him!”

Grabbing hold of the chain Delaney was tied to he spun her around. Delaney knew what was coming next and couldnt help but squeeze her eyes shut in fear. “You didn't waste any time did you you bitch? you got his crow tattooed across your shoulders. Isn’t that how that sordid little club marks women as theirs?” Delaney stayed silent and hung her head as she felt Alex press the knife into the middle of her back where Jax’s initals sat underneath the black crow in flight that stretched across her upper back and shoulders. “Its not like that.” Delaney muttered as tears welled in her eyes. “Oh did he mark you as his then threw you away like the cheap little bitch you always have been? Poor Delaney, no one ever wanted you so you throw yourself at the first man that looks your way.” More tears fell from her eyes as she Shook her head, “You know NOTHING about him. He’s more of a man than you’ll EVER be. He’s a good person, Hes loyal and he would do anything for family. You? Youre a fucking coward.” Alex’s face was like thunder. Pulling the chain hard making her yelp in pain as she was quickly turned to face him he punched her in the face making her swing backwards. Feeling the blood run down her lips Delaney grinned as she met Alex’s brown eyes. “Point proven! You’ll put your hands on a woman but you’d never hit a man. As a Great friend of mine would say you’re a Slimy Wee Bastard.” Her heart clenched painfully as she thought of Chibs he was like a father to her and she wouldnt even get to say goodbye.

Back at the Club house the other members of SAMCRO couldnt hide their shock at the revelation that Delaney had Jax’s Crow. “You marked her?” Clay nearly exploded. “You marked her as shes not even your old lady?!” Gemma didnt even jumped to her sons defence as Clay shoved Jax hard. “Its not like that. It just happened!” Jax didnt bother trying to explain. There was so much more they didnt know about his and Delaneys relationship. “But what if she wants to be with another guy? Maybe another member?” Jax lunged for the prospect at the thought of his girl being with someone else. “O-or E-even a-another guy. J-just a normal regular guy?” Juice smacked Half sack around the head for his stupidity as Opie pulled Jax back from ripping the prospect apart. “Can we please focus on trying to find her? Every minute she’s with that psycho is another minute we are closer to him Killing her.” Gemma refocused everyones attention back on the screen trying to find anything that looked familiar in the room. The needed to work out where this Idiot would take her. Jax mentally made one promise as he watched Delaneys terrified eyes. Once he had her safe in his arms. There was no way he was ever letting her go.

#sons of anarchy #Jax Teller #jax teller x reader #soa imagine #soa fanfiction

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