#Infinity Crown Residences

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Hey, hun is it possible to do a part 3 of Muzan with reader with big boobs or even do a version with Kokushibo please?🥺

*runs to her laptop so fast she breaks the sound barrier*

Yup!

(I'm just gonna do Muzan for right now- I'm kinda struggling to figure out Koky's character)

NSFW below the cut.

Also, for those who haven't read it, here is PART 1 and PART 2 of the Muzan x boobs saga.

MUZAN x boobs pt 3.

You're not exactly sure when the Infinity Castle became your permanent residence but you never seem to leave anymore.

In the beginning, Muzan would always come to your place for his titty sucking stress relief sessions, but if there's one thing the Demon King truly despises it's minor inconvenience.

So, you're lying on a plush pillow, reading one of his botany books in a cozy room of the castle when the sliding door flies open with so much force it smashes against the wall. Splinters of wood rain down onto the floor.

You don't even flinch. You're used to his tempers by now.

He's back from his trip to Asakusa and grumbling about hanafuda earrings and sun breathers

"Tits. Now."

You pull open your kimono with one hand, not even looking up from your book.

(If you wore bras before you've given up by now; Muzan just shreds them to bits anyway and those bitches are expensive.)

He moves with supernatural speed, and before you can even blink he's taken your place on the pillow and you're sat straddling him.

Then he pulls your upper half down on top of him, completely smothering him with your chest.

You're still engrossed in the book as he slowly licks around your areola, following the path of ridges and bumps before tickling your nipple with the tip of his tongue.

A shiver runs through your body but you keep reading, because you just got up to the chapter about the strange blue flowers which you used to weave into crowns at your grandmother's house when you were little and-

He snatches the book from your hands and tosses it across the room and into the fireplace, emerging from between your breasts to glare at you.

Muzan is just as shocked as you are by his apparent annoyance at your lack of attention. Why should he care if you're enjoying it or not? This is for his satisfaction, not yours... and yet...

He makes it his mission then to make sure you cannot ignore him.

He sucks your tits with such ferocity you feel tingles all the way down your spine and throbbing at your core.

Grips your wrists and pins your hands to the pillow above his head so your tits are hanging in his face; soft and defenceless against his wicked tongue.

He groans as he bends a knee to wedge his thigh between yours, applying such delicious pressure.

Kneads your tits with his slender fingers, trailing his pointed fingernails lightly around the undersides, making goosebumps raise over your skin and eliciting the first whimper.

Yess... he wants more of that.

He chuckles cruelly as he feels you grind against his thigh, his tongue unrelenting as he laps at your aching buds.

While his mouth is occupied, tugging one of your nipples between his lips and making them swell and harden, his fingers work the other; massaging, teasing, tugging until they're so puffy and dark, glistening with his saliva.

On and on it goes, until you're gasping his name amongst curses. Your grinding becomes frantic and arrhythmic, and the sweltering heat of your sex presses through the fabric of his trousers.

You're close... so... damn... close...

Then he lowers his knee, taking away the friction

(this asshole- istg)

He continues licking your nipples as you whine, taking sick satisfaction from the way you so desperately try to hump his hips, craving release.

"Beg me."

Even if you do, he'll keep up this give-and-take until you're a bleating mess.

He doesn't want your breathy "please Muzan, let me cum," he wants you sobbing.

And only when your tears come does he roll you onto your back, wedge his thigh back between yours and permit you to bring yourself release.

"Such a pathetic harlot," he whispers, his voice laced with darkness and desire as he watches you cum. "My pathetic harlot."

Strums his thumbs over your swollen nipples to make your body jolt as you come down from your high.

You lay there, whimpering and exhausted as he lowers his head, nuzzling your chest.

Is he... snuggling?!?

"What the hell happened in Asakusa?" you ask.

He simply closes his eyes and "sleeps" with one hand cupped over your breast, finally a little calmer.

[gojoidyll]

Imagine being the first Gojo to have both the six eyes and be able to handle such techniques such as infinity and hollow purple back during the Heian period with Sukuna, the one and only King of Curses, being your rival.

Back in the day, during that time period, good and evil wasn't so clear. Sorcerers and Curses alike fought to gain the upper hand to stand at the top of the world.

You and Sukuna, on the other, didn't have to prove anything as you both were already such prominent and powerful figures that all knew of and didn't dare fight.

But eventually you found your weekly fights with Sukuna to be getting worse. You were on the losing end more frequently.

You couldn't pinpoint why you were weakening and why Sukuna was getting stronger still. Well, until it became obvious.

You were growing older.

Back during the prime of your youth, you could keep up with Sukuna easily and bat away any curses or sorcerers who threatened, but now? Your bones ache and fights take longer than they used to.

At first, you didn't mind. Aging was just part of the human process of life. But you did worry. You were strong. Stronger than any of your sorcerer brethren. You feared they wouldn't be able to keep up and you knew that another Gojo to be born like you wouldn't happen for a long long time.

So you cursed yourself and became something akin to Sukuna. A curse with horns protruding from your head, a diamond like crown encircling your brow, a single wing manifesting along your back while a second wing formed in that of black lines to mirror the other.

Many said you went mad and had disappeared and turned into a curse because of it.

And with your disappearance, legends were told on how you created a second plane of existence where a fortress of midnight resides and how the daylight never reaches there.

Many tried to follow after you be to kill you or to seek answers, but none ever found where this so called second plane existed.

Others say that Sukuna visits you quite frequently. They say that is why the earth shakes and the clouds turn dark and rumble. They say that's why natural disasters form and people die. All because you to battle one another for years on end. Your human life no longer holding you back.

And ever since Sukuna was sealed away as a cursed object (the objects being his fingers), the legends of your existence seemed to cease altogether. Until much later ... in present time.

"Who ... are you?"

Itadori fell backwards. His eyes wide and his heart beating fast. His breath quickened. His palms felt sweaty and he couldn't deny the tremble shaking him to his very core. As he looked upon the figure who split the sky open and descended down, he couldn't help but to think ... was this fear?

The person or whatever they were, looked down at him. He resisted the urge to run away when the person's feet touched the ground and started to walk towards him.

"How pathetic. You decide to host such a weak body now?"

Itadori felt Sukuna's mouth form on his cheek, "save it Gojo scum, at least I wasn't the one who decided to become some damn hermit and hide away all this time."

You waved your hand dismissively, "I wasn't hiding away, it's just this world wouldn't be able to handle my cursed energy flowing from my body for long. That's why I made my own plain of existence in the first place. Besides, that didn't stop you from visiting me."

Itadori, in that moment, couldn't help but to feel like a third wheel. Just who were you anyway? And did Sukuna call you Gojo?

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Clockwork being powerful

Clockwork was more powerful then the newer ghosts liked to think

Years ago when he wasent bound by a deal to the observants, he could do anything he desired,

Use his powers to gain territory, power, he could steer the timeline in the way he wanted and did so often

He was powerful, and he didnt care about any of the other ghosts, he wouldn't hesitate to put ghosts in a time loop for however long he wanted, he destroyed the forms of ghosts that it could take months to reform as much ectoplasm

So they went to their king, having a ghost that powerful being a rough was a disaster waiting to happen.

So the king and clockwork fought, and no one really knowes how long they fought, all that mattered was the victor

And everyone sighed in releif that it was their king.

The king bound clockwork to a deal, a deal that only the king of the ghost zone could change, that left clockwork to only have so much control.

They decided it was a good decision to make him watch the timeling and make sure it runs smoothly

Though clockwork made the observents be a bit more cautious when he not only didn't warn the king of his upcoming defeat but the didn't warn the zone as to what a tyrent pharia dark will be.

Clockwork laughs to himself as he waches what will come of the ghost zone under pharia darks rule

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Being forced to wach the timeline for infinity gets boring really fast, as clockwork noticed so he decised to go a little further into the timeline

That was how he discovered that their would be a little revolution of pharia dark in a few decades, when he passed that point in time clockwork saw...

Saw the chaos that would befall the ghost zone, you can't just elect someone to be king, they must be chosen by the ghost zone herself otherwise you wont be king

Clockwork watched as the ghost zone became divided between the rulers, saw that their wouldn't truly be at peace for a long time

And that was enough for him, they decided their fear was a worthy reason to take his freedom, and restrain him simply because he had more control over himself.

Clockwork was glad the residents would get their karma in the centuries of chaos and tormenting they had ahead oh themselves

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Then clockwork saw him

He couldn't be older than 15 and 13 at the youngest at the point in time

He had white hair and toxic ectoplasm eyes, eyes that showed power to those that knew, toxic green eyes, well this one will be interesting

He called himself phantom, and made it his responsibility to protect a nowhere town in Illinois called amity park

Clockwork would discover over watching phantom that he would indeed be interesting

When clockwork watched his past he was captured by the sapphire sky eyes he saw, he watched as Daniel grew up, and became a halfa.

That took some research to discover, a halfa was a once in a thousand millennium occurrence.

What clockwork was shocked to discover was that Daniels obssession wasent protection built on the helplessness he felt during life but space built on the wonder and adoration he has of them

A ghost that could control their obsession was almost as rare as the halfa himself

So he watched, watch him learn how to fight how he became enemies of the other halfa bacause of his obssession and possesive nature

Watched him defeat pharia dark...

He watched as Daniel, still a child, have the crown and ring forced apon him by the observents...

And watched as one of his decrees was to give him more control...

He couldn't break the deal no one can but he watched as Daniel gave him a piece of control back to his life

Saw how daniel became the best king the ghost zone has ever had, saw how he fought the government for their existence, saw how he even after years of torment, abuse, neglect and so much more

And he never stopped being pure

even with that much power he hever stopped being the pure and kind child he wanted to be

As clockwork rewatched what he could of Daniels life he came to a decision, that he'll become what Daniel needs

But for now, clockwork has a lot of time before his birth, might as well see whitch timeline is best for him

Only the best for his future ward

[torgawl]

i'm seeing people commenting on this new toji art as if it symbolises gege placed toji in heaven even after everything he did and i know it's mostly a joke but i feel like this is actually an interesting thing to talk about. as we all know, jujutsu kaisen is a heavily buddhist inspired story. having in account all the situations gege has made use of this element, which i will add here:

(the first two are illustrations for chapters 89 and 90 of the manga, before gojo and kenjaku died, and the latter for chapter 180)

i think it's safe to say halos aren't used within the manga to be associated with the christian connotation (except for hana, even though her holiness and the one she serves also aren't traditionally christian by context clues we had so far). halos in buddhist art are actually used to depict enlightened beings, which correlates a lot more to toji than whatever christian symbol ever could. however, i don't think it's clear if gege has used halos in jjk with this specific meaning in mind. so far only gojo, kenjaku/geto and rika have been drawn with halos over their heads, as shown above, despite not being the only dead characters. additionally, all their halos are drawn different, taking shape of things relevant to them (gojo has the infinity sign; rika has a flower crown which can be associated with marriage; and, kenjaku has two halos, one within the other, possibly symbolising him residing inside geto). this could relate to toji as he's the only one with a simple halo, and also the only one within those four that is deprived of cursed energy. in my view, this new toji illustration doesn't mean gege sees him as a saintly figure or someone who would go to heaven - that's also why gojo and nanami are shown their own versions of the afterlife at the brink of death - but, most likely, that gege depicts him as a character that has reached an unparalleled understanding of his own existence and transcended death.

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A Hollow Promise [27] chapter vi, part iv

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

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summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

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chapter summary : astrid gathers her allies, and draws the attention of her enemies. loki pays a heavy price for a victory.

recommended listening : what you waiting for?, gwen stefani

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tag list: @femmealec @mischief2sarawr

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54 weeks and 1 day out

“Sir. We have movement.”

Tony felt the lines of his spine and shoulder blades pull straight, almost reflexively, swivelling into motion at his holographic worktable like a well-oiled gear.

He was going on a self-imposed work diet- an attempt to rebalance, after living in his work for the past few months, building and breaking and remaking in an endless beta-testing phase, a Sisyphean attempt to patch every vulnerability he could imagine- but it had been pushed back, under the circumstances, and he had rationed out enough time for him to deal with the situation, before starting the full detox.

“Where are we, J?” He asked, with a casual upwards flick above the table.

The gesture summoned a hologram above the desk: an architectural scale model of the Tower, crafted in vitrified blue light.

“There is some unusual activity near the roof.”

The area in question turned orange on the three-dimensional map, zooming in for an exploded view of the topmost two-dozen floors.

Tony had remodelled the top of the Tower, after the Battle of New York. Damage had given him the excuse, and the team had provided the reason. Repaired and restructured, several stories added to its height, the broad, smooth curves and open layout modelled after his cliffside home in Malibu were scrapped, the exterior cleaner and sharper- streamlined, from the slanted crown of its roof, through the convex glass-faced layers of the penthouse floors, to the landing pad extending out into the open air.

Locals had taken to calling it Avengers Tower. None of the roster aside from Tony had taken up residence yet, but they all agreed that it was a good base, and Tony kept the personal suites ready for whenever they might need to drop in.

The luminescent A badge shimmered on the side of the building, level with the landing pad. Just below it- within the three floors dedicated to Tony’s private laboratories, workshops, storage, and fabrication facilities- a red diamond marked his current location.

“Surveillance feeds and motion sensor detectors are offline,” JARVIS announced, highlighting the locations in a chain, “as are the door sensors.”

Tony visually tracked the path that it created.

It led from the roof access, into the emergency stairwell, before terminating at the door into Thor’s suite: no more and no less than would be needed to gain access to the building.

It was more than twenty floors above him- a distance that would take several minutes to traverse. He had time.

“You locked out, buddy?” Tony asked quietly, summoning his touch keyboard with a sweep of his palm. “Or are they trying to be subtle?”

“Neither, sir. As with the first occurrence, this appears to be a mechanical failure, not a cyber-attack.”

His gaze narrowed briefly, jaw moving.

Somehow, that was both more and less plausible than JARVIS being hacked.

“Shall I prepare to go into lockdown protocol, sir?” JARVIS proposed. “It should be possible to isolate intruders to one of the penthouse floors, once they are inside.”

Tony contemplated the offer for only a heartbeat.

“No. Clear the way down for her, J,” he decided breezily. “Let’s hear what she has to say.”

There was a brief, audibly judgemental pause in the response time.

“As you wish, sir.” Tony could hear the mild disapproval and concern behind his AI’s cool, crisp tones. “Shall I at least stand by with security protocols?”

“Doubt we’ll be needing them, but- feels like this one’s got a few fireworks up her sleeve.” He conceded blithely, pre-empting the reproach about putting himself at unjustifiable risk. “Alright. Safety off, but finger off the trigger.”

Tony turned in his chair, scanning the room. The workshop was cluttered with a rich confusion of half-finished projects, both metal and digital, strewn across screens and surfaces between discarded coffee cups and various tools.

“And clear the decks, J. Window Dressing Protocol.”

At the command, the screens cleared.

Detailed blueprints and test data were replaced with generic schematics and randomised code, like cellophane pasted on a device fresh out of the box. They reflected in the wall of glass that faced the length of the room- diluted against the dark hallway beyond.

With a gentle swipe, Tony dismissed the render of the Tower.

Rising to his feet, he slid the rolling chair aside, summoned a program and began typing, looking to all the world like the very image of productivity and genius at work.

He wasn’t kept waiting for long.

A gentle rap of knuckles sounded on the reinforced, shatter-proof glass.

Tony’s head snapped up.

The girl whose real name definitely wasn’t Alethia waited just outside, painted like day in the light spilling from the workshop.

She was dressed for the winter night, a New York romance in a soft black sweater and jeans the colour of dried roses, champagne hair pinned in in a braided coil, emphasising a pretty set of cheekbones and long eyelashes. Backs of her knuckles still raised to the glass, snow-dusted and pleasantly windswept, she tipped chin down slightly in greeting.

She looked better, Tony observed. Her skin was clearer, her eyes brighter, expression smoother- less tension-soured, less angry, and more like the person that she had sounded like, aboard the Helicarrier.

Without looking, he tapped a command into the control panel.

The electronic lock switched open with a heavy snap.

Alethia turned the handle, stepping inside, flawless and measured.

“Dr Stark.”

There was a low thrum in her voice, as though cautiously pleased to see him.

“Not-agent.”

Tony’s reply was blandly jovial. Shunting the lines of code aside, he stepped away from the workbench, one hand tucked into his pocket. He had remained outfitted in dark sweats and a gym shirt, standard gear for the workshop, but his posture was that of when he was in a three-piece suit and a boardroom- eyes fixed on her face, chin tilted up slightly, sizing her up with an air of casual challenge.

To her credit, Alethia remained unaffectedly at ease.

It had reminded him a little of Pepper- but not by much.

Virginia Potts was like a ceramic knife. There was a deliberate poise to her, born of a consciousness of her disadvantages in the industry, a refusal to be anything less than a worthy player of the game; she was everything prim and correct and refusing to be intimidated, the result of thousands of observations and lessons learned and choices made, constructed into a statuesque, pleasantly intimidating facade.

Alethia reminded him far more of someone else.

Tony had realised it when she was leaning over the Tesseract transport device, her voice focused and softly mirthful.

Relax. I have steady hands.

For a moment, he had been hurled back in time. He had tasted metal, and dust, lung tissue still burning from the water with each breath, the heat of the forge at his back and the dim cold of the caves at his front, the weight of a car battery slung over his shoulder, and a pair of lean hands- Yinsen, sure and calm and steady, mild-mannered yet ruthlessly insightful, guarded and tired and yet earnest- pouring molten palladium into its cast.

Relax, he had chided Tony gently, tilting the long handles of the tongs, inclining the lip of the crucible over the mould. I have steady hands. Why do you think you are alive, ah?

After removing it from his chest for the second time, Tony had quietly returned the first miniaturised arc reactor to the display mount that Pepper had commissioned, sealing it back in glass.

It was still powered by that delicate ring of palladium, poured by steady hands under a mountain in Afghanistan.

With a steady sweep of her lashes, Alethia looked past Tony’s shoulder, at the screen display where he had been typing.

Her head tilted.

“Was there any particular reason that you were translating the lyrics of ABBA’s Dancing Queen into base64?”

Huh. Well.

Tony had more or less expected that she would see straight through the chains of randomised letters and numbers, like an awl punching through leather, but- the casual quickness was a little disorientating. It was like expecting a card trick, and getting shoved into a swimming pool instead.

“Everybody needs a hobby,” he said, bald-faced and shameless.

“Mm.” Hazel eyes flicked to his, warm as vanilla and laughter. “I’ve heard worse.”

They trailed into silence.

“Ran a trace, on the phone number you left,” Tony admitted boldly. “Before I called.”

Alethia smiled slightly.

“Ah. Were you disappointed?”

“I think I’d be disappointed if it was that easy.” Tony decided, circling the desks, feigning distraction. Alethia was missing a coat that would make sense for the cold. Her nails were trimmed neat, without polish. The only traces of makeup were a swipe of soft black kohl at the corners of her eyes and the sheen of lip balm. Practical, yet impractical. “Complete no sell, though. Impressive. That SHIELD tech?”

The corner of her mouth pulled up further.

“No.”

“You still with them?”

“If I ever was, I’m not now.”

“So you’re a free agent?”

“Free not-agent.”

“How long?”

“Is this an interrogation?”

“I mean, I’d call it due diligence, but I’ve got a pair of cuffs somewhere, if it’d make you more comfortable.”

Alethia’s smile bloomed into a brilliant grin.

“Didn’t think you’d be into that, Dr Stark.”

She sobered slightly, clear as glass.

“Ask me what you want to know. I wouldn’t have left a way for you to contact me, if I wasn’t willing to talk.”

Tony held her gaze for a long moment.

He tapped at the keypad.

Several pages opened across the screens.

Pages of instructions, formulas, tables, calculations, and skeletal molecular structures illuminated the digital glass.

Alethia kept her gaze on Tony.

“What is this?” Tony asked, quiet and direct.

She breathed a slow exhale, hip cocking.

“The formulas, chemical synthesis processes, and medical procedures for stabilising the biological effects of the experimental serum known as Extremis,” she announced clinically, “when introduced to the human body intravenously, subcutaneously, or intramuscularly.” Alethia paused, pointedly. “I did include an abstract.”

“And you broke into my building to leave it here.”

“I apologise for the necessity.” Alethia replied evenly. “It was safer, than a courier.”

“You couldn’t think of another way?”

She arched an eyebrow.

“So- a package, delivered to this building, or a file sent to the general inquires inbox for Stark Industries, addressed directly to you, from an unknown sender- wouldn’t have been lost in the system?”

Despite the lingering irritation, he could admit that she had a point.

And at least she hadn’t tried to hack JARVIS, or threatened to taser him, or ripped the arc reactor out of his chest, or thrown him through a window.

All in all, this break-in was probably in his top three.

Tony flicked his hands into a shrug, keeping his expression blank and blithe.

“Alright. Let’s say I buy that.” He did buy it, but she didn’t need to know that yet. “You wanna tell me what this really is?”

He saw the subtle shift in her eyes, becoming a little shrewder, a touch sharper- and a little pleased.

She pulled up one shoulder.

“A gift? Or a bribe, perhaps. Gratitude. Diplomacy. A resumé.”

“What, you’re in the market for a job?”

The quip was as pithy as he intended, but in the split second that followed- huh.

Actually.

That wasn’t a terrible idea.

Tony acknowledged that he needed to step back from Iron Man- at least until he could reorganise his head and redraw the lines so that it wasn’t the all-consuming furnace of fear and duty and penance and freedom-safety that it had become- but the work wouldn’t wait. The planet was on a deadline, and Tony had more resources than most to pull the necessary defences together. Having good people on board, who could keep his projects ticking over while he reorientated, was essential.

And Alethia knew. She had recognised the monsters lurking in the dark between the stars, and had looked for someone to warn when she decided that Fury couldn’t be trusted to listen.

And then there was the truth in all things, and cannot lie aspect. That was a hell of an ace up Earth’s collective sleeve- if, if, if-

“I don’t need a job, Dr Stark. What I need is an ally.” Alethia spoke as clear and calm as daybreak upon the mountains. “We both do. As many as we can get.”

Tony swallowed, carefully.

He turned his head to look at the screens, grappling down the swoop of intermingled terror and relief.

“So this is your pitch.”

“I was working on other areas, but- I saw the news,” Alethia said mildly. “The bombings. Malibu.”

She hesitated.

“I was worried.”

Tony flicked a slightly surprised glance back at her.

Alethia’s gaze was on the screens, inscrutable.

There was a note of quiet sincerity in her voice that rattled something within him, like marbles in a jar.

“Well.” Tony began, turning back towards the illuminated text. “I’ve come back from the dead before.”

“Even so.” She demurred. “You were- you were kind to me. I didn’t forget that. So I was glad to find that you were alright. Then I found out about AIM, and Extremis, and I- thought you could use the assistance.”

Tony didn’t know what to say.

He still couldn’t decide, even after a moment to reboot.

Instead, he deflected.

“I knew you weren’t an engineer.”

“Hm?”

Tony flicked a practiced, flippant gesture at the screens- a quick upturn of his palm, fingers loosely curled- turning away.

“Back then. The instructions you provided for the Tesseract device- I mean, we talked about it at the time. Hot garbage, right? Intentional hot garbage, but still. There was a solid working understanding of the physics and the mechanics, but it wasn’t written by someone au fait with the field. There are things that you only learn if you’ve studied it, read the books, learned how to speak the language. It’s all in the common practice- the jargon, the shorthand. That was missing, from your papers. There were a few pieces, but not enough. You’re not an engineer.”

Tony turned to face her, expression a flat, inscrutable mask.

“You are a doctor, though.”

Alethia didn’t flinch.

He would expect nothing less, from someone who had kept secrets from Nicholas Fury and was still walking around, doing as she pleased.

“This,” Tony raised a finger to his shoulder-line, indicating the screens behind him. “Is perfect. Flawless. You could send this for peer review and get it published in The Lancet.”

A chink appeared in Alethia’s expression- something that she had allowed to break through, intense as sunlight striking on a shard of glass.

Pride.

It was earned. As far as Tony could tell, she had whipped up the antiserum formula within a matter of days; any sane research institute or private company on the planet, including the medical subsidiaries of Stark Industries, would be putting a bounty on her corporate headhunt if they knew.

Blasé as he could afford to be with money, however, Tony rarely made a purchase without knowing the price.

“So. What are you?” He paced back towards her, gathering a slow momentum like the wind of a crank, closing in. “Biochem? Cellular biology? Genetics? What’s your speciality?”

Alethia smiled.

“Neurosurgery.”

Tony’s brow twitched at the admission, taken aback.

He wasn’t actually expecting a straight answer. He wasn’t expecting that answer.

And he wasn’t expecting its wistfulness.

“You’re a brain surgeon?”

She let out a short laugh.

“I should probably introduce myself.” An incandescent, media-ready smile lit up her features, relaxed and confident. “Dr Astrid North, MD.”

Tony stilled.

That was her name, he could tell. Not an alias.

Tony quickly calculated the risk, that she was taking.

“Date of birth recorded as the twenty-ninth of February, 1988,” she continued, as though this time she was actually reciting and submitting her résumé for consideration. “Graduated from Columbia in the class of ’03, summa cum laude, completed my neurosurgical residency in 2010. I also worked under the surnames Stephenson and Stephensdottir- spelt like the doctorate, not like the super-soldier. There should be records of me available here in New York, as well as the UK, Italy, Switzerland, Sweden, Singapore, and Brazil.”

Tony could feel the staccato of his heart, stuttering behind the arc reactor, a thrum of anticipation.

“Hm. SHIELD know any of this?”

Alethia’s- Astrid’s- lip curled with a hint of contempt.

“No.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

She lifted her shoulder. “I thought you’d want an insurance policy.”

“And what have I done to earn that?”

“You listened.”

“I passed the test,” Tony inferred. “That’s why you’re here?”

“I’m here because I would like to trust you,” Astrid said coolly, “and because I think there’s a more than fair probability that I can. And- because I would like you to trust me. Even if only enough to work together.”

Tony observed her for a few dragging seconds.

“What’s your endgame?” He challenged. “You told me back then that you’re not an altruist.”

“Oh, I’m not.”

“Then why? What’s in it for you?”

Her brow tensed slightly.

“Enlightened self-interest? Or, is I don’t want the planet I currently live on to be destroyed insufficient for you?”

“Eh, plenty of people don’t find it compelling. Look at climate change.”

Astrid’s lips parted to reply- before she grimaced, glancing aside in admission.

“Alright, fair point.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But maybe I’m just more circumspect.”

“Or you have another reason.”

She lifted her eyes to the ceiling with a slow blink.

“You are being very obstinate about this.”

“You know, I don’t actually care, what your actual reason is,” Tony blurted out, sharp and caustic as battery acid, a sudden flare of anger and impatience shoving him forwards, “because you’re right. We need allies. Including each other. So I’m willing to work with your reason why. But only if I know what it is.”

The moment that Tony stopped speaking, he became aware of how Astrid was looking at him.

Tony felt like he was being taken apart, disassembled, the cover plate pulled off to check the hardware.

Truth in all things.

She hummed, soft in the back of her throat. It was the kind that he could feel in his sternum, even with most of it carved away for the arc reactor.

“Alright,” she said softly. “Fair’s fair.”

She straightened, looking away.

“There is- someone.” She said carefully. “Someone that I love.”

Tony blinked.

It was like the twist of a kaleidoscope, patterns reforming, in four simple words.

“And the one responsible for- that-” Astrid snapped a finger heavenwards, her entire being smouldering with a leashed, soul-deep hatred, “took them, at their most vulnerable. Captured them. Tortured them. For months. Years. Twisted their memories, tainted their emotions, and manipulated their pain until they no longer knew where they ended, and the sceptre began. They barely kept enough of themselves to ruin it all, and break free of the control.”

Tony felt a muscle in his bicep and jaw twitch, flicking an appraising, calculating look across her.

Interesting.

“The one that I love will be hunted as a traitor. Or, as a failure- I don’t think it matters, and I don’t care. It all has the same end. What matters is that the one I love will never be safe, until and unless that is no longer a threat.”

Astrid dropped her hand, meeting his eyes addressing him with a tone of complete, terrifying certainty.

“I have decided that it is not going to be a threat.”

The floor of Tony’s stomach dropped out, the room seeming to tilt.

He was suddenly struck with a strange thought- like some survival instinct coded into his evolutionary ancestry, tapping at his nerve endings, lingering like a chill in the vertebrae of his neck. It was the feeling that he was looking at something ancient, and angered- half-mad and unhinged and doing an admirable job of containing itself to its human skin.

He realised, in a split second, that Astrid was probably something not entirely human.

And she was baring her teeth at whatever was threatening to swallow Earth whole.

Fuck it. He could work with this.

“All of the sake of love?” Tony asked.

He took pride in the fact that his cadence was even-keeled, despite the stagger of his pulse.

A humourless, self-deprecating smile wrung through her features.

“You can laugh,” Astrid told him, rueful and without rancour. “I know how I must sound.”

Tony forced himself to shrug, nonchalantly. “I’ve heard worse.”

And he had. Tony had been worse. He had cut deals with worse, because he was a realist, and anyone pursuing utopia had to be willing to drag themselves through purgatory first.

After a long moment, Tony inhaled sharply, pulling his shoulders back.

“Okay,” he said powerfully. “If this is a bluff? I’m calling it. Cards on the table.”

A spark ignited behind Astrid’s eyes, like a struck match.

“Pepper’s been injected with Extremis,” he continued brusquely, “I need to get her stable, along with any other test subjects that AIM decided to turn into literal walking time bombs. That’s why you gave me these papers, right? You thought I could use it, and I can. So let’s get to it. You in?”

Astrid looked startled- before her entire demeanour snapped into a honed, clinical focus.

“Wh- are you monitoring cortisol levels? Internal temperature, heartrate, WBC-?”

“Per doctor’s orders.” Tony flicked his head towards the reams of detailed medical instructions, listed out on the glass. “Followed your procedures to the letter. We’re tracking down anyone else who might have taken part in clinical trials, but it looks like there were a limited number, at least.”

Astrid tugged up her sleeves with an efficient pinch of fabric, pulling the soft knit clear of her wrists and forearms. “How many potential patients?”

“Caps out at a dozen, maybe.”

“The antiserum? You’ve started synthesising it?”

“As we speak, lab’s running on auto.”

“How much?”

“About two hundred and fifty milligrams, in the first batch.”

“Not enough. Triple it. And quintuple it for the others, per patient. I don’t want to be caught out with less than we need. Have you started on the round of pre-antiserum IV fluids?”

“About three hours ago.”

“And no adverse effects, contraindications?”

“Nada. Smooth sailing, all in line with where you said we should be by now.”

“Good, but keep Miss Potts closely monitored. And we’ll still need to test the antiserum on a live tissue sample, if possible.”

“I’ll get on it.”

Tony swiped two fingers down through the air, dismissing the pages on the screens, the room dimming slightly as they slid away.

“If this works,” he said, his enunciation crisp, “we can talk.” In one fluid motion, Tony plucked a StarkPad from amongst the chaos of the workbenches, flipping it in his grip to hold it, outstretched, within her reach. “Sound good, doctor?”

Astrid smiled, light and wild, and Tony felt his decision settle in his chest with a feeling of rightness.

This could work.

She took the tablet.

“Lead the way, doctor.”

-

Astrid made an addition to her list.

Flour.

-

50 weeks and 3 days out

Brunnhilde would be the first to admit that she was not made for subterfuge.

She was a woman of brash, blunt action, more inclined to punch her way straight through her problems that to deconstruct them. As such, her vocation suited her. The Valkyrie were the vanguard, the cavalry, the elite corps, revered shieldmaidens who cleared the field with a swift, graceful brutality that was immortalised in legend and song and carving.

They had been thralls, once. Slaves.

Most of Asgard had forgotten that.

As war raged across the Nine, they had been appropriated by the throne- a form of tax levy, on the wealthy of Asgard- and dispatched to the battlefield in the wake of Asgard’s armies, to collect corpses from the slurry. Choosers of the slain, the golden-plated Einherjar snickered into their cups, leering over the rims.

Then there was a shortage of disposable warm bodies. It had seen weapons pressed into their hands, shoved to the front lines to fill out the ranks.

Against all expectation, the Valkyrie had fought. The fought, and lived, and bought victory to Asgard.

In recognition of their deeds, Bor had purchased their freedom. The Valkyrie became the pride of Asgard, a symbol of its might, arrayed in battle armour of bright, sun-catching pearl-white and star-silver.

Their origins were probably why the Valkyrie could be found working, even in peacetime- conducting funerary rites, serving at great state occasions, maintaining Folkvang- while the Einherjar regressed into nothing more than decorative doorstops scattered throughout Gladsheim.

Brunnhilde had once remarked as such to Loki. Months later, he had presented her with a gilded doorstop for her nameday, crafted into the shape of an Einherjar in full regalia.

It had sent Brunnhilde into a fit of delighted, undignified cackles.

I’m calling him Sigurd, she declared with a feral grin.

Ah, he’s not going to last a week, Loki had commented, clicking his tongue with a convincing veneer of faux-pity.

Even now, few if any of Brunnhilde’s sisters were of noble blood or wealthy backgrounds. Most of them came from labouring families, apprenticed in a trade before they turned old enough to apply to the corps, and they bought their skills to Folkvang. The Valkyrie’s halls, sheltered in a chilled, fertile basin in the mountains, was almost entirely self-sufficient thanks to their collective knowledge. They raised fields of wheat and flax, milled their own flour and spun their own linen, wove and baked and built, felled timber and hunted and fished, tanned leather and cured meat, cut stone and dug wells, even kept bees and pressed oil and fermented wine and made candles.

And then there was the lace.

A few girls who knew how to weave had taken it up, transforming thread into pretty swatches of aerated cloth. They had begun teaching the craft to a few others, when they showed interest. Then the pastime became an additional source of income, to supplement the stipend provided by the crown.

And within a few centuries, Valkyrie lace was considered amongst the most exquisite craftsmanship in all the Nine. A single spool of inch-wide trim commanded a small fortune. When a Valkyrie was wed, it was customary for her sisters to spend the year and a day between engagement and marriage- or longer, if they saw the union coming- making as many yards of lace as they could manage, as her dowry.

Brunnhilde loved her sisters, admired their work, and hated lacemaking with a virulence that she usually reserved for bilgesnipe and strutting lordlings who thought that bedding a Valkyrie was a notch in their gilded belt.

Fortunately, she also had absolutely no talent for it. The others had quickly banished her from their tatting pillows and needles and bobbins, gently shoving her off towards work that actually made sense to her.

And Brunnhilde was content to have nothing to do with it. She honestly couldn’t understand what the others envisioned in the countless threads, or why crossing one here or knotting another there would somehow create a magnificently intricate motif several thousand more motions later, even if she was capable of appreciating the result.

In that sense, subterfuge reminded her of lacework.

She couldn’t see all of the threads, where they were leading, or how they locked together into a single bolt of woven fibre and air- but Loki so clearly knew exactly how each and every loop and twist and knot would build outwards, and took quiet satisfaction in seeing each one tighten into place, like a miniature noose.

There was an aching patience to it, each miniscule snag changing the fall of the delicate mesh, and Brunnhilde was often caught by the impulse to just hack her way through it.

She didn’t.

Instead, she did exactly as he asked.

Asgard underestimates him, a memory whispered- that of a warm voice, accompanied by a smile that darkened the eyes above it into amber. Or thinks it sees him, or thinks it knows what it’s looking at. A trick of the light. A shadow on glass. It is a mistake, you know.

The darkened eyes had begun to glow, instead, when they saw that Brunnhilde was paying attention.

I think he might be the most real person that I have ever met.

“I was surprised,” Loki admitted, on a low, distracted hum, “that you didn’t ask.”

The dungeons were quiet, at least in the wing where Loki was being held. It felt like an archive, a place for lost and forgotten things to be kept, shelved and stored out of sight until they were needed- the air settled as silt on the bottom of a riverbed, barely stirring with the sparse rounds of the guards.

Brunnhilde had counted eleven weaknesses that she could exploit, if it came to it.

She would have counted three dozen more in a fraction of the time.

She felt her heart clench strangely. It was the feeling of old scar tissue, untouched for so long, flexing and moving once more.

She and Loki were seated at the front of his cell, arranged parallel against the golden barrier on either side. Swathed in worn, nondescript suedes, Brunnhilde slouched on the stone steps, bare shoulder shoved against the forcefield; the air felt thicker the closer she came to the curtain of spellwork, like magnetic resistance, but she found herself leaning her weight into it, defiant and testing, like pressing her thumb down on a new bruise.

On the other side, Loki was sorting through several sheaves of handwritten notes, stacks surrounding him like panes in a half-rose window. His black hair was braided back at his crown, dressed in soft leathers and deep green linens and lightweight boots, finely made with immaculate quality, but far simpler than would be expected of an Asgardian prince- at least outside of the privacy of the residential wings of the palace.

Brunnhilde knew that he could have dressed himself in illusions, if he wished.

The choice not to was- interesting. In a way that she refused to think about.

There were a lot of things she refused to think about, with regards to Loki.

Not when it made her feel all those mollusc-soft sentiments that she had decided to kill years ago, for her own survival, after the gold plating of Asgard had begun to flake in her eyes.

In that, at least, she knew they were both in good company.

“I asked about this,” Brunnhilde countered his comment, tapping a nail against the arm ring that sat flush against the curve of her bicep. It was a deceptively simple band of brass, seeming to blend in against her, unremarkable regardless of lighting. Between it, and Loki’s magic, they were shielded from the Gatekeeper’s watch- Loki as a glaring lacuna in the script, a blank space, and Brunnhilde as though from behind a fine, misting rain, the specifics blurred out of focus.

Loki rolled his eyes, in that prissy, superior manner that left Brunnhilde more amused than irritated, these days.

“Yes, about whether it would turn your skin orange or set you spitting toads, of all things.”

“It was a valid concern, knowing you.”

“Hm.” There was a slight upturn at the corner of Loki’s mouth- the closest thing to agreement that she would probably wrest out of him.

Brunnhilde slipped loose a smirk.

“I didn’t bother asking,” she admitted, in a crisp-consonant drawl, “because I knew that I probably wouldn’t understand it anyway. It would be like asking to read a contract before I sign, when I don’t know the language it’s written in.”

Loki’s eyes sliced up from the papers, without lifting his head, fixing her with a serpentine gaze.

“You do yourself a disservice, Brunn.”

Brunnhilde paused, a little surprised by his quiet vehemence.

She shrugged it away.

“This is just not something I’m suited for. Politics and subterfuge and spywork. Moving the pieces by moving entirely different ones, lightyears away. It’s like my sisters, and their lacework,” she admitted blithely. “I understand the theory. But even if you had told me where this was going, I wouldn’t know enough to tell if you were lying.”

But.

Brunnhilde wasn’t entirely ignorant to Loki’s plans. She had made certain of it.

She had heard the gossip, on dozens of planets across the Nine. The arm ring not only shielded her from Heimdall’s sight, but also from the perils of using the secret passageways that were specked across Asgard- allowing her to move freely between worlds, at Loki’s direction.

Steadily, disparate pieces and seemingly unconnected incidents were coalescing, into a clear picture.

Muspelheim had struck an unexpected trade deal with Ria. When the revival of the disused trade route had attracted Marauders and Ravagers, a new defence coalition had formed, stationed at crucial waypoints to prevent piracy and smuggling.

The Crown Prince of Vanaheim had headed a diplomatic envoy to Alfheim. By the time he had arrived, Niflheim’s queen just so happened to be also be visiting her fellow monarch. The triumvirate meeting occurred without a single Asgardian dignitary present.

A few weeks later, the realm of the light elves had also hosted several representatives of dwarven guilds.

The Nova-Kree War was turning cold. The Nine had become neutral ground. The Nova Corps had offered aid to those on the outskirts and most affected by raids, and had sent engineers to retrofit their older, short-haul vessels with swifter engines and stronger defences. The Kree were in tentative talks with Nidarvellir, to have the dwarves invest in maintaining local jump points, in exchange for Kree arms to protect their merchant fleets.

The realms were moving, like the interlocking turn of dials and gears. And for the first time in millennia, Asgard was excluded from its workings.

And it was Loki’s doing.

At his instruction, Brunnhilde had bribed and baited Ravagers to harass Nidarvellir trade routes. She had placed bets at various ports, on the likelihood of a Kree civil war. She had sold information on Knowhere, changed figures on shipping manifestos, stirred up bar fights and complained about the export tax on goods out of Ria, destroyed shipments and switched documents and delayed correspondence, paid off and blackmailed and persuaded civil servants and stewards and aides into suggesting or omitting a minor detail from a report, or handing a project to a different department.

Brunnhilde was the stage hand in a great, orchestrated play. The Nine were being gently herded into a strengthening current- one that was looking outwards, into a galaxy where the balance of power was shifting.

It was a coup.

And Loki hadn’t even left his cell.

Brunnhilde refused to be impressed.

After a moment, she realised that Loki was looking at her with a glinting amusement.

It wasn’t the kind that was intended to mock, but rather the prelude to bringing her in on the joke.

“Of course you can’t see where this is going, Brunn,” he said softly. “You’re the needle.”

A memory clicked into place, flickering in like guttering lamplight.

There was a bolster pillow in her lap, a lace pad template pinned atop it, embroidery needle gripped uncertain and rigid between her forefinger and thumb. The chatter and bickering and teasing of her sisters was a cloud of ambient sound that seemed to glow like nimbus, in the apple-golden autumn afternoon.

A warm shoulder brushed near her own.

Gently, Brunn! A voice laughed. Treat your needle with respect. Relax your hand. The needle can feel where it needs to go- you’re just guiding it.

This is a terrible idea, Brunnhilde had muttered. We all remember what happened when Svanhit tried to teach me.

Stay away from my bobbins, Brunn! Came a sharp call from across the hall, to a few snickers. Olrun, Hervor, keep her away!

Brunnhilde had made to wave a vulgar gesture at her, and almost stabbed herself with the needle.

Needlepoint lace is more straightforward, a clear voice interjected. Brunnhilde had looked over to her- the glint of her needle moving in brisk freehand stitches, looping and tightening, all deft skill and focus, one moving part, one thread. You don’t have to keep track of seventy different bobbins, and the order you need to cross or twist them in.

Your prince prefers bobbin lace, doesn’t he? Brunnhilde asked, smirkingly.

Brunnhilde received a gentle, reproachful elbow to the ribs.

A flush, through golden skin, head dipping and pearl-white hair slipping forwards.

Prince Loki has a mind for it, she replied, deliberately and damningly neutral. The dance of it, the complexity- it suits him.

Well, what do you prefer?

She had paused, head cocked.

I like both, I suppose, she hedged. Bobbin lace is essentially weaving- looping the strands together, pulling them into place against each other. It tends to be- lighter, more of a fabric with motifs created inside of it. Layers of opacity. Needle lace is often studier. Like- scaffolding. The pattern is all that there is. And the needle has to work back and back and back to bring it into existence, to make sure it holds in place, knotting back where it has already been.

Her eyes sharpened.

No- I think I prefer bobbin lace. Needle lace is- putting a great deal of trust on just one thing.

Brunnhilde blinked back into the present.

Oh.

Loki had learned some lacemaking. He would have likely received that same explanation, heard the same comparison.

After a moment, she scowled, looking away.

“I still hate lacemaking.”

Loki laughed.

-

Worlds away, Astrid made a cautious addition to her list, framed in brackets.

(Lace).

-

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@pontevoix : ' rest now. you don’t have to fight any more. ' - shoko to gojo

head and body ache; like the soul that's trapped inside of him, desperate and fleeting and begging to be let out. that honeyed sense of battle that turns his limbs soft, the ones that make him sag with exhaustion. with the infinity coming up and down so rapidly, a twist and ache in his nerve endings. his head hurts –– he's not sure if it's from quickly applying his reverse technique and trying to keep up with it all or not. no, all he knows is that every ounce of him is battle weary and broken.

his head leans against the door jamb, heavy is the crown of the strongest. blue eyes aren't tucked away behind glasses or a blind fold and it makes his headache strengthen. but he doesn't put them back on –– part of him wants to feel the pain. part of him wants to feel that desperation in his body. the kind that needs release. the deep thrum that blocks out the guilt that keeps coming through him, time after time again.

the kind that makes his heart hurt and long, the kind that remembers stitches and a smile that doesn't add up, a name that doesn't match. the six eyes have never led him astray, but this? this is too much even for him.

her hand passes over his head, her words soft, the scent of smoke curling around him and he wants to lull into it. wants to push and crave like a cat, wants to have someone baby him. he wants to be told that everything is going to be okay when it's clearly not. when everything feels like a shattered fraction of himself. when everything just aches.

he wants a lollypop and a pat on the head, told to take his medicine before bed as he hugs a stuffed animal to his chest and hunkers down. he wants to be coddled and told that he's the strongest, that he can endure anything.

but it's not shoko's job to coddle or cushion the blow of this. she had warned him once, hadn't she? of the repercussions but he hadn't been keen to listen.

he rolls his head and looks up at her, cerulean eyes that know far too much blinking slowly. a frown pulls at the edges of his lips where his trademark grin normally resides. " i can't. we both know i won't until he comes home. "

[prcdigls]

WHAT IS A SOUL IF NOTHING AT ALL? ( THIS IS AN ASSESSMENT OF THE INDOMITABLE: MRS. SATINE LI. )

NICKNAME(S)       MODEL T-76SJO5 ARTEM ZODIAC       pisces AGE  /  D.O.B.       appears to be forty,   march of 2014. PLACE  OF  BIRTH      bronx, ny GENDER  /  PRONOUNS       cis  woman,  she / her ORIENTATION       lover of few, hater of many. OCCUPATION       ceo of the old world casino, unknown stonage replicant.

PARALLELS      lilico ( helter skelter ), madeleine swann ( no time to die ), kyoko ( ex machina ), shiv roy ( sucession ), mariette ( blade runner 2049 ), maeve millay ( westworld )

TIMELINE

tl;dr: woman with superimposed daddy issues vows to become a better capitalist than him. surprisingly, she succeeds but at every cost. all recollections were programmed by stonage inc.

01. you  are  born  as  artem:   moon  child  &   as  desirable  as  such.   a  darling  babe  with  empire  as  your  last  name.   as  the  only  daughter  of  this dominion,  you  reside  on  the  edge  of  infinity:   cradling  both  everything  &   nothing  at  all  with  the  promise  of  opportunity  on  either  side.   but  as  your  parents  had  it,  this  playground  kingdom  was  never  truly  yours  to  rule,  for  you  were  merely  their  sweet  disciple.   to  be  worshiped  darling  girl,  one  must  first  conquer. 02. your father was no father at all but a man who left you for the knife and made it his god. he cut and cut until you too were a butchered reflection of him, one look into the gleam of a kitchen knife and it is not yourself that you saw but the shape he wedged you out to be. you were just a child then, but not one above violence so if you could not cut him down so soon, you would inflict your sharpness on those less deserving. 03. man  bore  you  hungry,  so  you  sank  your  teeth  into  life  &  sucked  out  the  marrow  because  you  were  nothing  if  not  insatiable.   unlike  those  before  you  that  had  been  sucked  up  dark  heavens  above,  you had  become  the  undying  star.   too  bright  and  far  too  beautiful  to  be  ignored.   you  bite  &  bite  until  her  jaw  aches,  carving  yourself  out  as  both  sacrifice  &   symbol:  what  may  hail  as  the  end  of  an  epoch  crowns  you  as  the  bastion  of  the  next. 04. you  are  reborn  as  an  asteroid  with  a  human  name,  part  protagonist   &   part  tragedy  as  you  came  hurtling  into  media  res.   you  thought  the  calamity  would  kill  you  but  it  only  made  you  real,  it  peeled  back  skin  &   teeth  to  unveil  a  besmirch  of  marrow  &   blood,  a  tangle  of  all  you  had  ever  been:  needless  in  your  suffering.   you stand above it all now, sat upon your neon olympus. and yet, there  is  no  glory  in  your  agony  and  there  is  no  appeasement  from  the  gods.   so  what  is  it  to  weather  the  pain  if  there  was  the  promise  of  something  more.  

HEADCANONS

the stepford wife of all stepford wives ( batteries & extramarital affairs included! ) just a gal playing house all while swiftly losing touch of her perception of self.

essentially just the frontman for something impossibly larger than herself. her current identity as a replicant is unknown to herself and most others outside of her current handler partner.

daddy's girl until the end of time except her dad never actually existed so she lives in perpetuity of deconstructing the patriarchy with her bare hands & also yearing to bring every man she's ever met to his knees.

her rise to notoriety was a near instant one, appearing out of seemingly thin air as the so-called face of the largest gambling house in the city. her reach is far greater & far more dangerous than she cares to know.

uncanny valley with a cream bow belted around it; nothing but a hollow gaze & a wide, empty smile perched atop of a pair of stilettos.

indescribably violent in all aspects: in love, in hate, in lust. only savors things for their extremes, believes that nothing moderate is worth having.

obsessive regarding the divine feminine: prides that insatiable sense of femininity above all else. more to come soon.

[strawberrylabs]

Ok hi, i was looking around my tumblr and came across your blog and thought your aesthetic was really cute and cool, and then i found you match ups and i kinda want one so if you dont mind, can i have a match up from you?

(If you choose too)

the fandoms i would prefer are genshin, tokyo revengers and jujistu kaisen

I’m Ghost, I am Aquarius born, ISTP personality, and I’m panromantic with a male lean, with any pronouns.

im 5’5, shoulder length blonde, pale ivory skin tone, Grunge aesthetic and Green/hazel eyes, I have been told by a few of my friends that I look like a middle age man who either only drinks coffee or whiskey.

I have trust issues, I tend to be stand off-ish to people and prefer to be alone in dark and quite places, though I am open and happy around people I feel like I can trust, I’m a bit chaotic and tend to get out of hand when it comes to things I am passionate about, and I like to have deep meaningful conversations with people.

I like most parts of nature, like flowers, bugs, animals, and the sounds, my favourite foods are anything veggie or fruit and sweets, I listen too Grunge, emo, rock, metal, and punk bands, I do a lot of art, i enjoy drawing plants and my ocs, In my free time I do art, I read, write, and watch anime, some of my favourites are Death parade, demon slayer, and skate the infinity, I play a lot of video games, like Resident evil(I love anything horror and gory), splatoon, and legend of Zelda:Breath of the wild.

I hate jerks, bullies, people that are clingy and/or loud, I dislike red meats, I have Emetophobia and Trypanophobia, and I hate going out to public places like stores and restaurants for long perriods of type.

Bye, and have a wonderful day/night

Hello! Sorry for the delay! Tumblr ate my original post</3

I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: potential spoilers for genshin, tokyo rev and jjk

I match Ghost with…

(Genshin)

Xiao!

The two of you definitely met on accident while you were being attacked or smt

Like you were in some flower field somewhere just chilling and suddenly some hilichurls appear from nowhere

Cue Xiao’s entrance

He beats them up and you kinda just look at each other for a bit, both of you too awkward to know what to say or do

“...It’s getting dark, you should stay at the nearby inn until morning.”

And then poof, he’s gone.

But you take his advice and go there anyway

Surprise surprise, you run into each other again

It begins to happen more and more frequently as you stay at Wangshu inn

You kind of just vibe together in silence until the two of you slowly warm up to each other

Over the course of a few months we don’t question why you stayed that long you and Xiao become friends

And then slowly, more than friends

By this point, Xiao has vowed to protect you with his life

Despite how quietly the relationship began, the two of you often go into deep discussions about whatever topic comes up.

More often than not you talk to him about your interests, or he’ll talk to you about his happy memories with the other yakshas

You like to take Xiao with you to the mountains every now and then

Getting there isn’t a problem with his teleportation

You point out the names of flowers, and maybe make him a flower crown

“Ghost, what is the point of these.. Flower crowns..”

“They look nice :)” 

“...Alright”

He still doesn’t understand, but he can’t say no to you<3

I match Ghost with…

(Tokyo Revengers)

Mitsuya!

You go to the same school

The textiles club went to the art students to ask if they could help design a project with them!

And that’s how you and Mitsuya met

The two of you would work on the project together at school most days

One day he asked if you wanted to go to his to do some more work (I know this sounds like a cliche hook up scenario, but I promise it’s not)

His sisters were a little scared of you at first

Especially when they heard Mitsuya joke about you being an old man

He had to assure them that you were in fact a friend from school

After a while his sister grew to adore you

Especially when you drew their favourite characters for them

Cue them asking Mitsuya if he’ll date you

“What? Don’t be silly, Ghost and I are… friends..”

… Yeah it was a little awkward after that

For a few days you two didn’t talk much 

Until eventually Mitsuya pulled you aside after school and admitted he liked you <3 

And that was the start of a very healthy relationship!

Mitsuya often tries to keep you out of anything related to Toman, but he won’t hide it from you

He believes that if this is going to work, he needs to be open about what he does

He’s so relieved when you say you don’t mind

He 100% makes the two of you something matching whilst incorporating your designs somewhere

He ends up making you a bracelet and himself a pendant

The main bead on your bracelet is the same as the charm on his pendant

One time the two of you were in the textiles club room after school alone (doing homework… obviously) and Takemichi walked in

He was shocked to say the least

Mitsuya made him promise not to tell anyone

..spoiler.. He caved and told Draken and Mikey when they threatened him about why he was acting strange

The next day it was Takemichi, Mikey and Draken who burst in

“Mitsuya! You didn’t tell us you have a partner! How come you didn’t tell me and ken?”

“Mitsuya you sly bastard, why’ve you been hiding them?”

“Takemitchy..”

Mitsuya sent Takemichi a very scary look..

Their jokes aside, Draken and Mikey understand why Mitsuya didn’t say, and they both promise to look out for you

Mitsuya breaths a little easier knowing they won’t tell

God only knows what he’d do if anything happened to you

I match Ghost with…

(Jujutsu Kaisen)

Inumaki!

This is going to incorporate my headcanon that Inumaki knows sign language, therefore anything in italics will symbolise what is being said in sign :) 

You were a grade-2 sorcerer from a different school and happened to be spending time at jujutsu high school as part of a mission you were sent on

Inumaki was assigned as your buddy of sorts for the first few days to help you get around 

.. no-one really knows why Inumaki was chosen considering his limited vocabulary

Regardless, luck happened to be on your side with sign language 

“Sooo.. what grade are you?”

“Mayo”

“...What does that mean?”

‘Semi grade-1’

“Got it”

After the first week Inumaki just decided to stick around

The two of got into some really fun conversations in the time he was your buddy

Mostly shit-talking and discussing the mission you’re on

Which speaking of, he insists he helps you

His friends are quick to point out how protective he’s become with you

Which leads to them teasing him

Which leads to him one day pulling you aside after class

“...Tuna.. bonito flakes..”

“We’ve been over this, I don’t know what that means yet”

‘Ghost..’

“Yeah?”

“Tuna.”

“Inumaki what-”

“Oh for god's sake- HE LIKES YOU!”

Neither of you noticed Maki and Panda watching you

And thus started your relationship!

You know how he was asking to help on your mission earlier?

Yeah you don’t get a choice anymore, he’s helping

And he is hella protective

He’s also your number one fan in everything you do

You wrote something? He’s trying to convince you to publish it

Drew something? He’s calling up the galleries rn

You beat a game or did something cool? He’s bragging to everyone

You definitely converted his music taste

“Cod roe?”

“What’s up?”

‘Love you’

“Love you too”

I hope you enjoyed!

-Strawberry🍓

Masterlist

Rules

[chiimaera]

PERSEPHONE. chaotic neutral

greek mythology + headcanon fc. margot robbie

dossier:                                  

in mythology, persephone is the daughter of zeus and demeter, though zeus was not a part of her life. her mother keeps watch over her and despite her many suitors, she is kept a maiden. persephone has always had a longing to be in charge of her own life and give freedom from the expectations of her mother. her gardens and duties became a prison. unlike the stories that twisted the truth to be a warning to young girls to hide their virtue behind the skirts of their mothers, her dissension was not so dramatic. when hades came to her and offered her a crown, she didn't hesitate to take his hand. she didn't have to love him or want him, he was her one way ticket to freedom. she devoured the pomegranate seeds and was hungry for the power that the god of the underworld offered to her.                   

like the legends, her mother and father did come for her. zeus went back on his word to his brother that allowed him to take persephone as his wife and demanded that the maiden split her time between the underworld and olympus. persephone wanted to cry and rage, for she had already fallen for her king and now would be forced to spend time away from her new life. yet it was hades who convinced her to concede to olympus’ demands, promising that it would change nothing. It didn't make her resent her mother less though.                                  

personality:   persephone is not the maiden that the legends perceive her to be, but rather those are stories told to the masses to teach girls their place. she is shrewd and calculating, vindictive when allowed. while the goddess has the capacity to be kind and just, she is equally as manipulative and jealous. her affair with adonis leads to his death when he chooses Aphrodite over her, not to mention she turns any woman who flirts with her husband into plants. she is very capable of mercy and love, though has her own twisted way of showing it. she had always been this way but her place in olympus never allowed her to be herself. it wasn't until she was queen that she truly let herself be who she was always meant to be. She likes to be in control, enjoys visiting the human world regularly when she's not in the underworld during the year. she is a true and chaotic neutral, moved by her own needs and concept of morality.                  

abilities: chlorokinesis ( manipulation of plant life ), umbrakinesis ( manipulation of darkness and shadows ), energy manipulation, teleportation, necromancy, fertility manipulation and allspeak 

verses:                                                    

supernatural + lucifer ::  through the use of blood magic, persephone is brought back to the human realm from the ancient underworld. the old gods are only as powerful as their followers but with the execution of the witches and mortals who called on her, she is granted some power in her human flesh. she is still a goddess, still powerful with her magic but isn't at her best. with a new freedom, she plans to fix that by collecting the power infused objects that have been left on earth— by any means necessary            

marvel ::  much like thor, persephone resides in her own realm and rarely bothers with the mortal realm anymore outside of visiting or shopping. mortals became boring and souls of the dead were easy to come by with all the wars. while she is known across the realms to be the only person who can temper hades and keep his anger contained, she had little desire to interfere in the justice system of the moral realm. her interest wasn’t peaked until the tesseract emerged in their realm along with other infinity stones and the gods who came with them. since then, persephone tends to metal with the avengers, making deals with SHIELD/SWORD in exchange for their agency owing a debt. mortals had forgotten that debts to the gods never end well. 

connections:  n/a

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presenting:    annette,   grand duchess of macklenberg-strelitz.  may i hate  &  hurt with all my love.  may i fury.  may i burn.  may i burn.  may you see it.

full name   maisha annette charlize  ( formerly titled princess of monaco ) moniker(s)   nettie,  mae. age    thirty-five. place of birth   zürich,  switzerland. gender / pronouns   cis woman,  she/her. orientation   bisexual,  with a female lean. fc    gugu mbatha-raw.

paralells    kristina  ( the girl king )   /   lady sarah  ( the favourite )   /   jo march  ( little  women )   /   georgiana  ( the duchess )  

TIMELINE

a girl in place of a promised son,  what is it to be damned since the very start?  you are born as maisha:  moon child  &  as desirable as such.  a darling babe with empire whispered as your last name.  so,  as the first daughter of quaint european dominion,  you reside on the edge of infinity.  cradling both everything  &  nothing at all with the promise of opportunity on either side.  as your parents had it,  this playground kingdom was never truly yours to rule;  for you were merely their sweet disciple.  to be worshiped darling girl,  one must first conquer.

you learn swiftly that if you are to inherit what you are owed,  you must carve out the past of ascension with your teeth.  so you bare your sharp ivories and bite down,  snagging down on anything  &  anyone within reach if it meant feeding your insatiability.  

when your brother arrives you immediately lapse from your succession to the thrown.  the children of the crown,  so akin in likeness that one would be mistaken to think that the pair were twins when they were only cut from the same cloth:  both unravelling at the seams.  you’re both rotten  &  but you flay yourselves for very different reasons.  while he yearned for the appeasment of the court,  you wager to be found so unsightly that your father could no longer deny you of what you are:  a true progeny of the crown.

some are quick to brand your family warmongers;  if only they knew just how much you all liked that title.  or perhaps how much your father liked it.  war is your birthright,  of that you are certain and it shall become the very thing you wager upon your own kin when you were still but a girl.  a heavy rush comes from knowing that you are near untouchable,  arrogance nurtured from a young age.  you are still a feather-weight,  saccherine thing but this mock sugariness is something that ensnares and coaxes;  you may be virtuous at your root but even that cannot rid you of that glint of mischief that suits you so.  even so,  you’re not all corrosion. 

you were still young when your mind had finally lapsed and inverted itself.  all the more reason to be secluded from that thing your father called love:  all those attempts to temper you and you were still wrong.  as the glimmering shell of your family,  you are hollow enough to float  &  empty enough to harbor everything else.  even enraptured in all the trappings of the european court,  a fox in a silk bow is still a fox.  and when your brother dies in battle,  your white flag is raised.  wearing black reminds you of how much color had drained from your life.  the big cold house you lived in as a child had lost its vibrant color,  saccharine pink bedroom walls were long painted over,  even the judgmental family portraits lining the stairwell lost their vigor.  

before your brother is cold in the ground,  you are swiftly endowed upon a foreign court;  unsure of whether it was a claim of kindred love or if those who bore you were merely that eager to rid themselves of the issue you had proven to be.  you’ve revoked your title as princess,  and rumors begin to stir.  nonetheless,  you are crafted anew fore you set foot on the grassroot belonging to your husband.  baring a certain personage akin to that of which you had always yearned for,  you become increasingly sumptuous;  a true gem whose gleam only flickers morsels of your true nature.

HEADCANONS

very girlson coded.  always beckoning her father’s approval,  even seas away.  has mostly outgrown her capacity for true wretchedness but hasn’t been completely wrung out of her mischief.  quick to lean into hearsay if it favors her own personal endeavors.

has had many daliances with women,  which was likely part of the reason of her being wed so suddenly after her brother passed. it was much less about the security of title than it was setting her onto the straight and narrow;  or rather, leaving the task to someone else.

is not all bad!! she has the capacity for kindness  &  has been know to display it in intimate relationships / it’s much more of an armour worn in protection of self rather than true spirit these days.  maybe the foreign court has softened her.

though there are murmurs of upset within her own marriage,  annette is not yet with child on account of not wanting to end up like her mother:  complacent and unshowing of the love she was hardly taught.  if she must have a girl annette hopes she’ll be a fool.

cluster of brittle bird bones in chainmail.  strong willed but also feeble and honestly dangling on a thread keeping her from being entirely undone.  would like to be more than what her father made her but does she really??  idk

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007: NO TIME TO DIE

1917 (movie)

2012 (movie)

24 (show)

300 (movie)

47 Meters Down

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

65 (movie)

6ix9ine: Gine

6 Underground

Against The Current: ‘’good guy.’’

Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D

All American

All of Us Are Dead

A Long Way Down

Ambulance

American Horror Story

Andor

Ant-Man & The Wasp

Ant-Man & The Wasp: Quantumania

Arrow

ARMY OF THE DEAD

Ash Vs Evil Dead

Aquaman

A Quiet Place

A Quiet Place Part 2

Avatar: The Last Airbender Movie

Avengers: Infinity War

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Avengers: Endgame

Bad Omens: Artificial Suicide

Batman: The Dark Knight

Batman: The Dark Knight Rises

Batman Vs Superman

Battleship

Battle: Los Angeles

Barry

Better Call Saul

Black Adam

Black Knight

Black Mirror

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Black Summer

Black Widow

Blue Beetle

Birdbox

Break Even

Breaking Bad

Bullet Train

Bumblebee

Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare (Live Action)

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War

Call of Duty: Ghosts (Live Action)

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Call of Duty: Warzone (Live Action)

Captain America: Civil War

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Captain Marvel

Captain Phillips

Cars

Cars 2

Cars 3

Cobra Kai

Colony

Creed

Creed II

Creed III

Crown The Empire: Blurry

Crown The Empire: Red Pills

DaBaby: Rockstar

Dahmer

Daredevil

Dark

Dawn of The Planet of The Apes

Dead by April: Wasteland

Deadpool

Dead Rising: Endgame

Death Stranding

Deepwater Horizon

Demon House

Destiny 2 (Live Action)

Doctor Strange in The Multiverse of Madness

Devil in Ohio

El Camino

Escape Plan

Escape Plan: The Extractors

Escape The Fate: Ungrateful

Euphoria

Evil Dead Rise

Extraction 2

Fast & Furious 7

Fast & Furious 8

Fast & Furious 9

Fast & Furious 10

Falling in Reverse: Losing My Life

Falling in Reverse: The Drug In Me Is You (Reimagined)

Falling in Reverse: Voices In My Head

Falling in Reverse: Watch The World Burn

Falling in Reverse: Zombified

Fear The Walking Dead

From

FUBAR

Fury

Game of Thrones

Gemini Man

Ghosted

Ghost Rider

G.I. Joe: Retaliation

Godzilla: King of The Monsters

GRAN TURISMO

Guardians of The Galaxy 2

Guardians of The Galaxy 3

Halo 5

Halo Infinite

Halo Series

Hellbound

Hawaii Five-0

Halloween Kills

Halloween Ends

Hannibal

Happy Feet 2

Harry Potter & The Order of The Phoenix

Heroes

Heroes: Reborn

HIDDEN STRIKE

House of Cards

Hypnotic

Indiana Jones & The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull

Indiana Jones & The Dial of Destiny

Iron Man 3

IT

Jennifer’s Body

Jessica Jones

John Wick 3

John Wick 4

Joker

Killer Inside: The Mind of Aaron Hernandez

Kong VS Godzilla

Last Light

Light As A Feather

Logan

LOST

Lucifer

Man of Steel

Manifest

Matty Mullins: Glory

Mayans

Mechanic: Resurrection

Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eater

Miami Dolphins

Mission Impossible: Fallout

Mission Impossible: Dead Wreckoning Pt 1

Mob City

Moonfall

Morbius

Mortal Kombat 12

My Virtual Escape

Need For Speed

Nobody

Northern Rescue

No Way Out

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Orphan Black

Outer Banks

Outloved: Never Enough

Pacific Rim

Pacific Rim: Uprising

Paul Blart: Mall Cop

Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2

Peaky Blinders

Person of Interest

Pirates of The Caribbean: At World’s End

Power Rangers

Pretty Little Liars

Prison Break

Prey

San Andreas

Sons of Anarchy

Star Wars 3

Star Wars 5

Star Wars 8

Star Wars 9

Star Wars: Rogue One

Stranger Things

Rampage

Ready Player One

Reacher

Resident Evil: Afterlife

Resident Evil: Retribution

Resident Evil: Welcome to Racoon City

REVENGE

Revolution

Rise of The Planet of The Apes

Rocky

Rocky VI

Rogue

Saint X

Scream V

Scream VI

Sense8

Shang-Chi & The Legend of The 10 Rings

Sherlock

Silent Hill: Revelation

Skylines

Slender Man

Spider Man 3

Spider Man: Far From Home

Spider Man: No Way Home

Spiritbox: Circle With Me

Sonic the Movie

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Squid Game

Sucker Punch

Sully

Superman & Lois

Supernatural

T@GGED

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: Out of The Shadows

Teen Wolf: The Movie

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

The 100

The Amity Affliction: Like Love

The Batman

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, Watch & The Wardrobe

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of The Dawn Treader

The Equalizer 3

The Expendables

The Expendables 2

The Expendables 3

The Expendables 4

The First Purge

The Flash

The Forever Purge

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

The Hunger Games: The Mockingjay Pt 1

The Hunger Games: The Mockingjay Pt 2

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes

The Incredible Hulk

The Last of Us

The Mandalorian

The Martian

The Marvels

The Matrix

The Meg

The Night Agent

The Preacher

The Punisher

The Purge: Anarchy

The Purge: Election Year

The Purge: TV Show

The Rain

The Revenant

The Society

The Suicide Squad

The Super Mario Bros

The Tomorrow People

The Vampire Diaries

The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead: World Beyond

The Walking Dead: Dead City

The Walking Dead: Summit

The Witcher

The Used: Over & Over Again

Til Death

Thor: Love & Thunder

Thor: Ragnarok

Thor: The Dark World

Tiger King

Tomb Raider

Transformers

Transformers: Age of Extinction

Transformers: Dark of The Moon

Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen

Transformers: Rise of The Beasts

Transformers: The Last Knight

Triple 9

Tron: Legacy

True Detective

Tua

Unbelievable

Under The Dome

UNHUMAN

Venom

Venom: Let There Be Carnage

Wanda Vision

Wednesday

Westworld

Whiskey Cavalier

Wolves at The Gate: Peace That Starts The War

World War Z

Yellowjackets

X-Men: Apocalypse

Z-Nation

Zombieland

Zombieland 2

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7 mahalaxmi

7 Mahalaxmi: A Jewel in Mumbai’s Luxury Real Estate Crown

In the ever-evolving skyline of Mumbai, a city where space is a prized commodity, 7 Mahalaxmi emerges as a masterpiece that redefines luxury living. Located in the prestigious Mahalaxmi area, this residential development is designed to offer an unparalleled living experience, combining the essence of luxury, comfort, and convenience. The project is a testament to the evolving tastes and demands of urban dwellers who seek both elegance and modern amenities.

 Location: The Heart of the City

Mahalaxmi is one of Mumbai’s most revered locales, known for its rich heritage and connectivity. With its close proximity to South Mumbai and areas like Worli, Lower Parel, and Byculla, Mahalaxmi has become a magnet for real estate developments. The neighborhood is home to the iconic Mahalaxmi Racecourse, which lends a sense of exclusivity and charm to the area.

7 Mahalaxmi benefits immensely from this prime location. Not only does it offer stunning views of the Mahalaxmi Racecourse and the Arabian Sea, but it also provides easy access to Mumbai’s business hubs, educational institutions, and leisure spots. The seamless connectivity via major roads and the local railway station ensures that residents are always close to the city’s heartbeat.

 Architectural Grandeur

The architecture of 7 Mahalaxmi reflects a perfect blend of modernity and timeless elegance. The towers rise gracefully, making a statement amidst the city’s bustling skyline. The use of glass, steel, and stone creates a contemporary look while ensuring that the design stands the test of time. Each tower is thoughtfully designed to maximize views and natural light, giving residents a sense of openness and space, which is a luxury in Mumbai.

Every detail, from the entrance lobby to the living spaces, speaks of sophistication and meticulous planning. The interiors are crafted with a focus on functionality and aesthetics, ensuring that each apartment feels like a personalized haven of luxury.

 World-Class Amenities

7 Mahalaxmi offers an array of lifestyle amenities that cater to the diverse needs of its residents. The project is designed to provide an experience that goes beyond just living; it’s about creating a holistic lifestyle.

- Infinity Pool: Overlooking the panoramic cityscape, the infinity pool offers a serene space to relax and unwind.

- Sky Deck: A unique feature, the sky deck provides a breathtaking view of the city and the sea, perfect for evening strolls or gatherings with friends.

- State-of-the-art Gym: Equipped with the latest fitness machines, the gym is perfect for fitness enthusiasts looking to maintain an active lifestyle.

- Spa and Wellness Center: A tranquil space where residents can indulge in therapeutic treatments to rejuvenate their mind and body.

- Private Theatre: A mini-theatre that offers the luxury of watching movies in the comfort of your residential complex.

- Children’s Play Area: A safe and fun space for kids to explore and play, allowing them to grow in a vibrant community.

- Multipurpose Court: For residents who enjoy sports, the court accommodates activities like tennis, basketball, and other games.

 Luxurious Living Spaces

The residences at 7 Mahalaxmi are designed to be both luxurious and practical. Each apartment, whether a 2 BHK, 3 BHK, or larger unit, boasts spacious layouts with high ceilings and large windows that allow ample natural light to fill the space. The views from these apartments are breathtaking, offering glimpses of the sea, racecourse, or the city’s ever-expanding skyline.

The interiors are fitted with high-end materials and finishes, such as marble flooring, modular kitchens, and premium fixtures, reflecting a sense of grandeur. The design ensures that every corner of the apartment is functional yet stylish, offering a perfect balance between aesthetics and usability.

 Connectivity and Convenience

Living at 7 Mahalaxmi means being connected to the city’s major hubs while enjoying the serenity of a premium neighborhood. The development is just minutes away from some of Mumbai’s leading schools, hospitals, and entertainment centers. Whether it’s shopping at high-end boutiques, dining at Michelin-starred restaurants, or catching a movie at a multiplex, everything is within reach.

For those who commute to business districts like Lower Parel, Nariman Point, or BKC, the location offers excellent connectivity through both roadways and the local train network. The upcoming infrastructure projects, such as the metro lines and coastal road, will further enhance accessibility, making 7 Mahalaxmi an even more desirable place to live.

 A Commitment to Sustainability

In an era where sustainability is crucial, 7 Mahalaxmi incorporates eco-friendly practices into its design. The development includes rainwater harvesting, energy-efficient lighting, and waste management systems to minimize its ecological footprint. The landscaped gardens and green zones within the project offer residents a much-needed respite from the urban environment, promoting a healthier and more sustainable lifestyle.

 Conclusion

7 Mahalaxmi is not just another residential project; it’s a lifestyle choice for those who seek the best that Mumbai has to offer. Its prime location, luxurious amenities, and thoughtfully designed living spaces make it a standout development in the city’s real estate market. Whether you’re looking for a place to call home or a valuable investment, 7 Mahalaxmi promises to deliver a living experience that is nothing short of extraordinary.

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LUXURIOUS PROPERTY IN NAINITAL

Discover the Elegance of Luxurious Property in Nainital

Nestled in the enchanting hills of Uttarakhand, Nainital is a jewel in the crown of India’s luxury real estate. This charming hill station, famed for its serene lakes and breathtaking landscapes, has become a sought-after destination for those seeking opulent residences amidst nature’s splendor. Investing in a luxurious property in Nainital is not merely about acquiring real estate; it's about embracing a lifestyle steeped in tranquility, beauty, and exclusivity.

A Symphony of Nature and Elegance

Nainital's luxurious properties are more than just homes; they are sanctuaries where nature and elegance converge. Imagine waking up to the gentle caress of the cool mountain breeze, with panoramic views of the verdant hills and the shimmering Naini Lake. These properties are meticulously designed to complement the natural surroundings, often featuring expansive glass facades that offer unobstructed views of the majestic landscapes. The architecture blends contemporary sophistication with traditional charm, creating a harmonious balance between modernity and timeless grace.

Exclusive Features and Amenities

Luxurious homes in Nainital are equipped with top-of-the-line amenities that cater to the most discerning tastes. Private villas and estates often come with features like infinity pools, state-of-the-art home theaters, and fully equipped gourmet kitchens. Many properties boast expansive gardens, complete with manicured lawns, private terraces, and outdoor entertainment areas. For those who enjoy wellness and relaxation, some homes include spa facilities, yoga pavilions, and jacuzzis, all designed to provide a holistic retreat from the demands of everyday life.

Unmatched Privacy and Security

One of the key attractions of owning a luxurious property in Nainital is the unparalleled privacy and security it offers. Gated communities and private estates ensure that residents can enjoy their retreats without intrusion. The serene environment and low population density of Nainital further enhance the sense of seclusion. Advanced security systems and professional management services are standard, offering peace of mind and a stress-free living experience.

A Rich Tapestry of Lifestyle and Culture

Beyond the allure of its properties, Nainital offers a rich tapestry of lifestyle and cultural experiences. The town is renowned for its vibrant arts scene, historic temples, and colonial architecture. Residents can indulge in activities such as boating on Naini Lake, trekking in the surrounding hills, and exploring the local markets. The cultural heritage of the region is reflected in its festivals, traditional crafts, and culinary delights, adding a unique charm to the living experience.

Investment Potential

Nainital’s luxury real estate market is not just a haven for homeowners but also a promising investment opportunity. The town's status as a coveted tourist destination and its growing popularity among affluent buyers contribute to a robust property market. The demand for high-end properties continues to rise, making it a sound investment choice for those looking to capitalize on the region’s growth and exclusivity.

Conclusion

Owning a luxurious property in Nainital is more than just a real estate investment; it is an invitation to a lifestyle defined by elegance, serenity, and exclusivity. The town’s stunning natural beauty, combined with its sophisticated amenities and rich cultural experiences, creates a perfect backdrop for those seeking an extraordinary living experience. Whether you are looking for a peaceful retreat or a strategic investment, Nainital’s luxurious properties offer an unparalleled blend of comfort, privacy, and allure.

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Bayz 102 Dubai: A Strategic Investment Hub for Global High Net Worth Individuals

Introduction: In the glittering landscape of Dubai's real estate market, a new star is rising that promises to redefine luxury living and investment opportunities for high net worth individuals across the globe. Bayz 102 Dubai, the latest masterpiece from Danube Properties, is not just another addition to the city's iconic skyline – it's a testament to architectural brilliance, strategic location, and unparalleled investment potential. As we delve into the world of Bayz 102, we'll uncover why this development is capturing the attention of discerning investors from New York to Shanghai, and everywhere in between. Get ready to explore how this crown jewel of Business Bay is setting new standards in the realm of luxury apartments Dubai, and why it's poised to become the next big thing for those seeking to diversify their international property portfolios. Let's embark on an exciting journey through the corridors of opulence and smart investment that Bayz 102 Dubai represents!Bayz 102 Dubai: The Crown Jewel of Business Bay ApartmentsImagine waking up to panoramic views of Dubai's breathtaking skyline, with the Burj Khalifa piercing the clouds just outside your window. This is the daily reality for residents of Bayz 102 Dubai, the latest architectural marvel to grace the prestigious Business Bay district. But Bayz 102 is more than just a pretty facade – it's a carefully crafted ecosystem of luxury and functionality that sets a new benchmark for Business Bay apartments.From the moment you step into the grand lobby, you're enveloped in an atmosphere of understated elegance. The interiors, designed by world-renowned architects, blend contemporary aesthetics with timeless sophistication. Each apartment is a masterpiece in its own right, featuring premium finishes, smart home technology, and layouts that maximize both space and views.But what truly sets Bayz 102 apart from other luxury apartments Dubai has to offer is its unparalleled array of amenities. The development boasts a state-of-the-art fitness center that rivals any five-star hotel, complete with personal trainers and the latest equipment. For those who prefer to unwind in style, the infinity pool on the sky deck offers a surreal swimming experience with views that stretch to the horizon.Families haven't been forgotten in this oasis of luxury. A dedicated children's play area and indoor games room ensure that residents of all ages have spaces to enjoy. And for those inevitable work-from-home days, a fully equipped business center provides a professional environment without ever leaving the building.One of the most exciting features of Bayz 102 is its commitment to sustainable living. The building incorporates cutting-edge green technologies, from energy-efficient lighting systems to water conservation measures, ensuring that luxury doesn't come at the cost of environmental responsibility

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Revitalize Your Space with the Best Chandelier Cleaning Company in Dubai

Chandeliers are more than just a source of light; they are the crown jewels of your living space, adding elegance, sophistication, and a touch of luxury. However, maintaining their sparkling beauty can be challenging, especially in Dubai's unique climate. Dust, grime, and residues can quickly dull the shine of even the most exquisite chandeliers. This is where the expertise of a professional chandelier cleaning company in Dubai becomes indispensable.

At Infinity Cleaning Company Dubai, we take pride in offering top-notch chandelier cleaning services tailored to meet the unique needs of Dubai residents and businesses. Our team of experienced professionals is dedicated to bringing back the original sparkle of your chandeliers, ensuring they remain the stunning centerpiece of your space.

Why Choose Infinity Cleaning Company Dubai?

When it comes to chandelier cleaning, not all services are created equal. Choosing the right chandelier cleaning company in Dubai is crucial for preserving the beauty and integrity of your chandeliers. Here's why Infinity Cleaning Company Dubai stands out:

Comprehensive Cleaning Process Our chandelier cleaning process begins with a thorough inspection to identify any specific cleaning needs. We understand that each chandelier is unique, and our cleaning approach is tailored to its specific materials and design. Our detailed cleaning process includes careful dusting, washing, and polishing each component to ensure a streak-free shine that enhances your chandelier's brilliance.

Safe and Effective Methods At Infinity Cleaning Company Dubai, we prioritize the safety of your chandeliers. Our cleaning methods are designed to protect your chandeliers while effectively removing dust, grime, and residues. We use non-abrasive, eco-friendly solutions that are gentle on all types of chandeliers, from delicate crystal pieces to grand, intricate designs. Our commitment to eco-friendly practices aligns with the EPA’s guidelines on safe cleaning solutions, ensuring a healthier environment for you and your family.

Experienced Technicians Our team comprises skilled technicians with extensive experience in handling chandeliers of all styles and sizes. Whether it's a classic crystal chandelier or a modern, intricate design, our experts know exactly how to care for it. With years of experience under their belts, they bring a level of expertise that ensures your chandelier is in safe hands.

Why Regular Chandelier Cleaning is Essential

Regular chandelier cleaning is not just about aesthetics; it’s also about maintaining the longevity and functionality of your fixture. Dust and grime can accumulate in hard-to-reach areas, affecting the light quality and potentially causing long-term damage. By investing in professional chandelier cleaning services, you ensure that your chandelier remains a radiant focal point in your home or business.

Choose the Best Chandelier Cleaning Company in Dubai

At Infinity Cleaning Company Dubai, we understand that your chandelier is more than just a light fixture; it’s a statement piece that adds elegance and sophistication to your space. We follow strict safety protocols to make sure your shining star stays unscathed while getting the pampering it deserves. By utilizing gentle yet efficient cleaning methods, we protect the integrity of your chandeliers while promising a level of clean that’s second to none. Your chandelier’s shine is our business.

Don't let dust and grime dim the brilliance of your chandelier. Trust the experts at Infinity Cleaning Company Dubai to bring back its original sparkle. Contact us today to schedule your chandelier cleaning service and let your chandeliers shine brighter than ever before.