#The Skeleton War Begins again soon

[skullzanta]

It comes, Fight it, Fear it, Love it, We care not. For the spooks, shall begin to coalesce and slither into our lives tomorrow.

[katrina37973]

Thoughts on WOTR Part 1/?

I had the joy of watching this in the cinemas with my friend and both of us deeply deeply enjoyed it.

TLDR: Good solid movie with compelling characters and story. Excellent homage to Tolkein. It's not pretending to be anything but an addition to the current Legendarium, an insight to a period of history which has very little actually written about (canonically at least).

Apologies for horrible grammar and spelling in advance. The following's just my thoughts on Helm, Hera, Wulf and Targg.

Spoilers for The War of the Rohirrim. It's a long one.

Helm Hammerhand

Really liked how they depicted his hot-headedness and his love for his children. I jsut adore parent and children bonds, and the weight of his love was so very clear. The whole thing was so very tragic, seeing two of your children killed and the third probably awaiting a worse fate? Tragic, absolutely tragic but so fun to watch. His temper is something that sort of parallels Wulf I think. There's a line there somewhere but I can't really voice it yet, maybe it just needs a little more time to stew.

It was a little unexpected for him to exile Wulf; it felt strange as while it was a rash decision, and while that fits his character, it didn't really make sense? From the brief sense of the culture of Rohan, it seemed family and strong relationships were extremely valued which made him purposefully exiling Wulf strange as a) it basically is an invitation to hate Helm with reason and b) he’s aged and, set up to be, wise in terms of battle and strategy which means surely, surely he would have realised the moment he said it that this would come to bite him back? This points a bit of a nitpick, but I can't help wonder if they went the way of self-exile for Wulf, what that would have changed in terms of storytelling. 

Another thing that sorta applies to other characters too is how they depicted the time passing. Originally when the narrator says ‘seasons past yet no sign of Wulf appeared’ thing, Helm looked exactly the same as he did in the beginning which was his hair. If they made him grey-haired, then it would be easier to show the time passing eg, give white streaks throughout hair; in addition to this, you could have had his entire hair white in Hornburg to emphasise the extent of his grief. Might even help play with the whole wraith arc. 

Speaking of which, the wraith-arc was excellent, I loved how they incorporated that view from ordinary people into it, it really sold the power and influence Helm had on his people and his enemies. The thing I really didn't like/felt negatively about but understood was how he immediately became this tough, muscled fit person especially so soon after being depicted as a gaunt, skeleton, shell of a man due to his grief. It doesn't make sense narratively too as it disrupts the whole thing about being trapped and supplies dwindling low in Hornburg. Unless he stole from Wulf’s army but still, the timeline is a little confusing and his sudden supernatural strength (despite being human) to go toe to toe with a troll broke the immersion a little. 

I'm just a sucker for those story-telling narrations okay? Those implications of this becoming a legend, a myth retold again and again, there's just something about a legacy well left behind that tickles my fancy.

Hera

Loved her whole character arc except, EXCEPT, her fucking hair. I don’t mind her clothes, though her rider outfit, the one that strongly reminds me of Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff, was a little too modern aesthetic. 

Starting off good/strong, I love the fact they didn’t change her thoughts on marriage. I was apprehensive for a long time throughout the movie because that’s usually how it goes, that there should be an arc, a start and an end which differs from that start belief but thank all that it didn’t go that through. She feels very ace-coded to me, the whole I'm married to nothing but death? Gorgeous. I might be a little biased here tho. 

I adore how they show her intelligence and strength. The way they subtly used her skill/knowledge with horses to set up Hama’s finale was gold. I would have loved to see more of her with her horse, and the bond they had, like short stories where she travels throughout the land before nad after the events of the movie. Just the whole movie had excellent writing and storytelling. The way they had side characters like Lief and Olwyn, build each other up is such a simple but effective way. It felt very grounded, that they had a lot of history and respect for each other. It didn't feel like any side characters were missing potential/felt out of place.

Her intelligence was not in your face, not arrogant and forced and random long tirades which I adored. As much as I loved BBC Sherlock, the way they depicted his intelligence was iffy and I’m glad they didn't go that route for Hera. I don't think I have any specific scenes in mind, just overall excellent storytelling with her. Minus that one scene where she was captured by General Targg and grunts, lass you had a sword in your belt and you’re beating your hands against the man’s back? I guess shock and adrenaline and all but it felt really weird and slightly out of character. (Unless I’m remembering wrong, I hope that’s the reason)

Now, I know this is done by a Japanese company and thus has strong ties to anime (and thus main character hair syndrome), but really? Really? I can’t get over her hair. Why would you make it red? Sure you can argue her mothers could be red-haired and that her brothers had a different mother, but what does that do but detract from the storytelling? Moments such as her brother's deaths could have been made more moving (not that it wasn't, I teared up during Hama’s scene so much, just the way the music is so mournful and muted compared to previous loud battle scenes and thundering hooves, the bond he has with his old mare, ah that scene was a masterpiece). It not only visually ties her to her family more strongly, but it signals visually the transfer of the line of kings to Frealaf. I just think it was such a missed opportunity. 

Actually, now that I thinking more, I really adore how she knows Wulf so well. Especially in that last battle, the way she purposefully pushes all his buttons, and fighting in a wedding dress? Any other movie I would be thinking distasteful thoughts but here? Beautiful shock but understandable. She’s been shown to fight before, she has access to armour (ill-fitting though they may be) but instead of acting sensible like Wulf probably expects, she trades defensive for psychological warfare and hell yeah, it rocks. The whole wedding dress was pointless and taunting and by Gods it was lovely.

A tiny nitpick but understandable why the producers did this; I like it when shows/movies show grime and tears on clothing to show the journey they went through but I understand animations long and time-consuming and really keeping track of all the rips and tears would be a such a pain.

Wulf

I love his design okay? He’s the typical bad/angsty lad and it's a stereotype that works for a reason. His character stays amazingly consistent, he’s so fixated on Hera and his vengeance and the lengths he goes for it, terrifying in the best way possible. While the inciting incident was his father's death, I think it came through quite strongly that that wasn’t the true reason why he continued on his attack. Someone else probably has already made a detailed explanation and breakdown so I‘ll leave this part be.

Other than that I don't have much strong feeling on him? Its a little strange, I appreciate him as a character but it doesn't really invoke in me anything strong. Good character set up with their childhood flashback where he gets the scar due to his loss of temper, good consistent decision made with reckless abandon.

General Targg

Okay, not gonna lie, this is my favourite character, besides Olwyn and Hera. Like dude’s doing his best and making so very sensible suggestions and he keeps getting ignored. He keeps getting ignored. He’s a strong, experienced veteran who served under Wulf’s father, probably knows Wulf since a young age and he’s doing his damn best to keep Wulf alive and satisfied (I would say happy but I think that’s not quite possible) despite the hilariously stupid decisions Wulf keeps making. I use the word hilarious because it is. Especially from Targg’s POV. This leads to the thing I’m most confused about; why did Targg stay? What is his motive here? In the end he’s killed by Wulf himself, despite him being a reasonable commander who had supported Wulf all this time. While it enforces Wulf’s character, it feels really strange to never see why Targg stays on the same side especially when Wulf makes a whole bunch of strategic blunders. It might be loyalty to father, loyalty to son thing but I dunno, I wish they had a scene or dialogue that just gives us a bit more info. Like, looking back the only reason Wulf is not as banged up as he should be with that personality and temper of his, is that Targg there’s to soothe things over and manage strategic decisions. I’m not saying Wulf’s stupid, he’s is smart and clever but you cannot convince me that Wulf would not antagonise (purposefully or accidentally) would be allies and Targg would have to play diplomat.

Honestly I think he and Olwyn would be those type who would meet in a bar/tavern and trade good stories with good (or shitty) drinks between them, and probably also complain about idiots who get themselves into trouble all the time. They're like the duo who could and absolutely would look at each other in a situation over their fighting charges, have their eyes meet and say get a load of this bullshit. Honestly, Targg didn’t get what he deserved, man really got betrayed while doing nothing but what he did for the entire movie, AKA making reasonable suggestions. 

Side notes, I really liked the depiction of horses in Rohan. Like the bond all Rohans had for horses. There were so many scenes where I was thinking, and getting annoyed, go on kill that horse and kill its rider, like the easiest way to kill a man, get their horse to kill them for you. But then I was like, but this is Rohan. Their crazy about horses (or at least what I know, the little I do of Rohan) so it absolutely would make sense for them to not treat their horses as meat shields. Their whole country/state is (probably) based on horses and travelling place to place so while it would make economic and practical sense to keep as many horses alive as possible, I think its just neat if it’s their culture that influences this decision.

[knwatchesninjago]

S1E12 The Rise of the Great Devourer

HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOO NINJJAGOOOOOOOOOOO

Look who livessss!!!

Welp i gtg soon so imma just get straight to it, lolll!!

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JIUHYGTFRDDFCGHJBKK

JAYYY

U DO NOT PUT SALT ON THE SANDWICH

and he didn't even put the slat on the inside parts.... he put it on the BREAD?!?!?!!!!

that's it.... im done questioning ninjago

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MY BABBYYYY!!!!!!

Why is he soo tiny? 😭💞

How can Pythor look at that baby and hurt him?

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Ok... time out... I'm back to questioning ninjago again....

WHAT MATERIAL IS THAT ANCHOR MADE OF!?!?

its right above lava....

apparently this volcano is also THREE BAJILLION DEGREES!??!?

ummm... forget the anchor... how in the world did the Destiny Bounty survive?!?!? And the ninjas!?!?

*sighs once again at ninjago logic*

(or the lack of it)

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#Greenie

(boy do i miss my old tag of #Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene.... too bad the lloydster wont be coming back anymore :'( )

OKAY TIME OUT!!!

The deep voice in the beginnng made me cackle 🤣

I was soo set on editing after I watched that, but im on a time crunch due to my bet with my friends soooo...

loll

Also... where are the ninjas' braincells? Who in their right mind would let a 7 year old fly a ship all ALONE??!?

sigh

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#SiblingBonding

Wwhen i ws watching this scene i really couldnt help but laugh when I saw the plank, loll. Dang, Wu... u reallly would make ur students walk a plank? Lolll

But all jokes aside... Kai... you really have some strong feet...

My little gremlin is sooo smalll 😭

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#Stop Discriminating Against Snake-People

Okay... okay.

This is my biggest complaint.

Look I get it that the serpentine are the "bad guys" in this season, but... EXCUSSE ME?!?!!?!?

The only snake that deserves to be punished is Pythor. Actually...no. Even he deserves a break.

No one deserves to be locked up underground. Did you see the cave he was stuck under? It was full of skeletons. And Pythor was the oly one alive....

that has a lot of implications. The guy had to probably eat his fellow snakes in order to survive... the snakes were treated horribly.

Now I dont remember exactly why they were forced underground but if my memory serves me right... was it bc of some war?

But like... I bet there were so many innocent snakes as well, right?

Like looks at these babies:

i'm pretty sure these snakes are ment for comedic relief but stilll... some of them are sooo sweet 😭

And.... Cole..... blackberryy.... u did NOT have to shoot Skales....

Honestly with that kinda blast i have no idea how Skales even survived that, lolll.

Also... WU!!! WHAT THE HECK DUDE?!?!??

WHat was this for??!??

Why didn;t you let Pythor leave?!

Why are you trying to get both yourself and Pythor killed?!?

I know that it was trying to give off the vibe that Wu was "sacrifising" himself or something, but imo, it was just plain stupid.

But then again, im giving too much critizism to a kids show. No kid out there is analyzing the show like i am, so ur off teh hook this time, lol.

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Also... y'all... this mailman deserves the world.

He is so dedicated to his job. Plus he's old.

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I'll leave you with this:

#Never_Pause_Ninjago

lolll

Byeeeee!!! Cya laterr!!! <3333333

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EDIT:

Oh wait!! I 4got to add this:

#My fav quotes

"But Sensei"

"Butts are for sitting"

(excuse me??!? wasn't there a yellow color or something? or am i remembereing wrong?)

"You are like the sunrise, we can not begin a day without you"

Zane sweetiee... ur too precious for the world!! <333

alright byeeee

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[just-some-guy-joust]

Posting my own propaganda; I did NOT write a (soon to be) 100k fic about Lyf to let them die here

(Although a quick note before I dive in- reminder that if you can get a perfect 50/50 they can move together as a team!!!! Since this is the most votes any of the polls have as of now, I'll allow a tiiiiny bit of leeway in either direction as well)

Wider necessary context: The Mechanisms (in universe) are a group of space pirates who tell the stories they come across in the format of narration-song-narration-song-etc albums. These stories are always gruesome, over the top, and always always end in tragedy.

Your sister dies before your eyes after 40 years of being made to serve a role in a war you hate, with only a few seconds to live again before being cut down yourself. You win the war, but what else is there left behind?

You finally find the one thing needed to save your city from endless capitalistic destruction, and yet you die before you can share it with the world. Maybe they didn't deserve it anyway.

You work your whole life to bring together the two different tribes of your own world only to become disillusioned to the cold hatred of your people. You destroy everything because what else is there left that's even worth saving?

Time and time again, things end the same way. Death, destruction, and only a handful of survivors if you're lucky. These three aren't even the only examples, these are just the longer albums. Even the individual songs end this way, just on a smaller scale.

So when The Bifrost Incident begins, you already know how the story ends. But the characters don't.

It breaks the rules of the narrative right from the very first second. For the first time, a character in the story is narrating it, rather than a Mech as an outsider perspective. They are introduced as Lyfrassir Edda, investigating the disappearance of a train, and in this first narration they tell you exactly how it ends. No remains were found other than the engine room, and "a couple of warped skeletons." Every single person on that train dies.

The only thing Lyf can do is try to work out how it happened. They go through the remaining security recordings, keeping track of the characters and where they go. There's nothing they can do to prevent these events, they can only stand back and watch as they unfold.

Another Mech narrative device that is broken here is that every previous album took classic public domain melodies to use for their songs. The Bifrost Incident is the first (and as far as I'm aware, only) instance of them using purely original music. Even from the beginning everything feels...off.

Lyf eventually unlocks the secrets of the footage, past a point of no return. The passengers on the train, the ones they'd been watching this whole time, did not cause its destruction. The once simple murder mystery turns eldritch horror, and the usual narration-song-narration format is shattered as 5 high-energy songs in a row describe the fate of the train.

Everyone on that train is doomed. There are two full songs describing their demises, ones they cannot escape or prevent. Lyf can only watch as things get worse, until eventually the only remaining living passengers decide what they have to do: take advantage of the blood ritual keeping the train moving to delay its arrival to the station Lyf found it at.

"They cannot prevent what they have touched following them into our world, but they can delay it. Keep the train on the track as long as possible."

There is no stopping this. And Lyf then realizes what seeing this footage means. The train has arrived. It's even taken them a few days to review the footage. Every second that passes brings them, everyone they know and love, and their entire star system, closer to its inevitable destruction.

There isn't a single thing they can do in their narrative other than discover just how impossible it is to escape it. And they do try, they're the only character that ever learns of this, and they flee. It is unknown whether or not they survive.

Nobody else does. And despite all their efforts, there wasn't a single thing they could do to stop it.

[krueger4eva]

Top 12 LGBT Horror Characters

4 & 5. Glen and Glenda Tilly (both played by Lachlan Watson) from Chucky

Glenda (left); Glen (right) TW: death, murder

*spoilers for Seed of Chucky and Chucky: TV Series*

I decided to put both of these characters on the same post because their history is…complicated.

At first glance, these two were a pair of peculiar, gothic twins with a penchant for purple and green. They lived a fabulous life of luxury from being the children of one of the most prolific actresses in Hollywood. Even though their mother was a little off, she doted on the twins with all the maternal love she could give as a single parent. So, Glen and Glenda had no reason to question the home and family they grew up with.

Then, why did they keep having those nightmares?

For some time, these two have been plagued by the strangest dreams. There was one where a women was set on fire. Then, there are ones where a sinister, raspy voice is beckoning to them. And the voice referred to them as “Shitface”.

And for some reason the twins had a British accent.

But everything felt so vivid and familiar, as if it was something from their past.

Throughout their entire lives, each of them felt as if there was a piece of them missing.

The gentle and meek Glen was a pacifist by nature. They might not even crush a cockroach if they had to. Their gentle temperament makes it all the more unusual when you are familiar with who their parents are. In contrast, Glenda fully embraces the violent tendencies that they inherited from their bloodline. Glenda is unapologetically ruthless, violent and, if need to, willing to kill. This was always a blessing to their mother. After all, who else could you trust to give a suitcase bomb as a gift?

Yet, despite their vast differences in personality, this peculiar pair of twins were each other’s best friend and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then, on a fateful visit to their mother in her Beverly Hills mansion, Glen and Glenda were soon thrust into a mystery that would give them the answers behind their strange dreams.

It was the eve of their 18th birthday. The day they would transition into adulthood. They were just so excited to see their mom again, who planned a lavish party for them, complete with a guest list of A-list friends of the family. Then, the twins begin questioning their mother’s stranger-than-usual behavior this past year, such as her avoiding the public and installing this high-tech security system. What is Tiff-…Jennifer hiding from her children? Plus, what is behind this locked door… Oh. My. God!

Then, all the skeletons fell out…figuratively and literally.

Glen and Glenda were now at war against the woman who loved and raised them. The home they knew was gone. They were both on the run and had to rely on the trust of strangers in order to survive. But no matter what the circumstances, as always, the twins’ loyalty toward each other never dissolved. A bond that would stay true and tethered, even to a tragic end.

But don’t feel too sad. As history has shown, this family always finds a way to be reborn.

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[writingalterras]

Greetings friends! I am on time this week . am late again, this time was even worse because I already wrote the post, I just didn’t post it. For my forgetfulness, you will get a free fun fact about the supervillain Lord Valthoraxe. I will now explain more about the Monsters of Alterra.

Starting off with the obvious, undead. Any creature can become an undead, but they have to either be “revived” by a lich or get corrupted by dark magic such as necromancy. Revived undead possess various levels of memory depending on how soon after death they were brought back. Even if immediately resurrected, the undead entity is forever bound to the necromancy user that revived them. If a necromancy user dies themselves, all of their resurrected undead become mindless, barely capable of movement. If an undead creature with only a skeletal structure remaining has their necromancy user die, their bones will fall apart, leaving the skeleton forever trapped in a skull until put out of their misery.

Prolonged use of necrotic magic can lead to the user becoming a lich. A necromancer can prepare for this by trapping their soul in an object before the corruption takes place, although this guarantees that the user will become a lich the next time necrotic magic is used. The process of becoming a lich is extremely painful, feeling the pain you would feel if your body went through the entire decomposition process every second that lasts until the next new moon reaches midnight. Once a lich arises from their death, they are fully sentient and possess all of their previous memories. They no longer age, and their necrotic magic is far more powerful, but they can no longer use any other form of magic. If a lich put their soul in an external object, that object acts as a backup that revives the lich one time if they are defeated in battle. This works one time, after which the lich must provide the object with 40-50 sentient souls to restore it. If a lich fails to restore the object, referred to as a “soulstone,” within a month, the will begin to fade away.

If a lich corrupts a living creature, that creature will be forcefully fused with the nearest other creature that is not of the cursed creature’s own species nor the lich themself. This causes a “curseborn” to be created, and are not bound to the lich. A cursed being is most likely to be fused with an animal, such as wolves, birds, and rats, and act no different to their prior selves. Due to the curse being necrotic in nature, removing it would instantly kill the victim, who would then later rise as an undead, same if the cursed creature is killed while cursed. Curseborns almost never gain any advantages from the beings they fuse with unless the lich that cursed them is over a thousand years old.

The only creatures that can’t get turned into undead are ones who don’t have meat based skin, such as golems, and magic users more powerful than the lich.

Now for the final undead or cursed creature, the ghoul. A ghoul is created when a sentient creature with a soul dies in their sleep during a time of mass civil unease, such as during a war or drought. Ghouls are cursed to roam the nights for all eternity, never able to rest again. They are mostly docile, only really attacking when approached, apart from one exception. If an adventurer experiences “bad sleep” while away from civilization, such as staying awake during the nights or are burdened by nightmares, their tiredness can potentially attract and aggravate a ghoul. There is almost no chance in escaping a ghoul, with the only places that they can’t reach you being deep underground, in deserts, and high in the mountains. Technically you can survive if you manage to avoid it until the day breaks, but that is extremely unlikely as they can and must move slightly faster than you. There is one other place that ghoul dare not go, even if they are able to. Ghouls will without fail not go further than 13 meters in The Lord’s Wastelands, but anyone who willingly enters those lands are already dead men walking.

Fun Valthoraxe fact; Valthoraxe’s favorite food is a tie between Alterra’s equivalent of honey, which is called sugarseep, and lemons, because they are some of the few things it can taste. Valthoraxe holds great respect for humwing guardians(beekeepers, but humwings are 70cm tall and very dangerous if annoyed) and has installed hidden automated defense drones around the perimeter of the guardians he secretly buys from, as well as orbital satellite defense that protect them from bandit attacks.

Next week (Tuesday hopefully) I’ll delve into the different types of magic used on Alterra, stay tuned.

[the-firebird69]

We have two large things to announce and he's gotta get going.

- This area is gonna break into fighting probably not these people are lame we're gonna come in and make sure.

- They're a huge projects we're starting yes we kick them off already and we have a couple more that we are going to announce shortly in probably a few minutes now right here.

## Automobile parts and supplies. He has to do with anything that you have to replace in the car. We are purchasing suppliers of parts and one of them is a very large company and some car companies supply 90% of the car that's true ford is 80% chevrolet is 70% and Dodge is about 60%. That's just the way it is. We're going to buy these companies we are trying to buy the big 4 we only need about 10 or 15% on each and it's abysmal. And we have to start using different tactics. The parts companies are going to come easily no but we owned about 30 to 35% across the board some of them more and we need to use our power to get the others this is a huge project we're starting now and he says we can put a stranglehold on the automobile industry in order to force them to hand it over and all we're gonna do is build more vehicles so we're not sure what their problem is no they don't want vehicles 'cause they're stupid.

## Airlines and airline parts and supplies everything to has to do with commercial airlines AK passenger jets and also cargo jets and so civilian airlines formal airlines airplanes are under this heading. We are now hiring anybody who with any experience in air traffic of any kind or associated or distantly associated or with office experience and at this time. We have about 45% in each company and we are controlling share of two smaller companies we are trying for US air we're trying for Delta we need assistance in purchasing these and we need personnel to man them immediately ours please sign on we do need your assistance.

## fuel gasoline and diesel and jet fuel it is different than oil and gas in that we are talking about the final distribution gas stations fueling systems on airports and fueling systems and diesel truck facilities and tankers for construction we are hiring anyone we can you know anything at all about vehicles how to drive them we need you on board you're smart people your hours you need to go on this now. Need your assistance we are having a war here on Earth it affects us directly.

## Several other projects are starting. Civilian projects and that's what we're listing we have military projects and we're suggested when I did write it down and we are going ahead with it we're going to start these projects where we are and I started to do it today and I felt much better we need a lot of this stuff to go forwards and we need to have a backbone and and we need to have a full skeleton and we're working on that. He says I sent it so that's terrific yeah I came across weird. We are beginning our kit car work it's a big deal it starts other stuff everybody's volunteering to do it they never do but we're going to do it we have several people who want to do several of these cars and a big one is the AMX by AMC and the AMC car company and we're gonna start Jeep over again they're ruining it. And even the regular Wrangler they're ruining they're a bunch of jerks. And we're making them pretty soon and we'll compete and we're gonna call them the Rambler and it's their tough crap. There's several cars that we're going to make one of them is for everybody and it's a 2 door it's good on gas it's fast and efficient and it will work and we're starting to do it pretty soon. We also have news about the guy next door

--- He's a severe **** he's playing the part of a severe **** this morning he's bothering our son saying ohh my hand is still free I can pick up a weapon so our son says don't get hit in your ear or something like that so the guy took it the wrong way and he said I have to tell someone and he tried to tell people and he figured out something this kid next door is threatening him and he's right we are threatening you. You should open your mouth again we're gonna blow you away. So he feels uncomfortable and he's trying to tell on us so he started to go on to town on him. And yeah we beat people up for less than what he's trying right here and he starts yelling so the long and the short is we need him out he's saying he's going to kill everybody and our son and Dave and we need him out I'm putting down why he's trying to mess around Outback and stuff.

Thor Freya

Olympus

[veganshane]

Session recap…

Pye-dog muscles the Goblin Warning Stone away from the entrance of the cave to reveal a moist cave with fungus of various kinds growing on the damp wall and the stream deepens a bit as they proceed deeper lit my torch light and some bioluminescent fungus throwing off an eerie green glow, their nostrils filled with the stink of rot and decay..

Small things watch from cracks and crevices and evidence of less small things are found: the gear belonging to the Spring Elves has been casually discarded. Soon enough, that gives way to unsettling whispers and giggles and taunts.

Jaro tries to reason with them again but they are changed,having succumbed to the corruption of the fungus, of Davokar.

A battle soon begins as the greater thread is soon revealed: a massive pulsating fungal colony rooted to another opening in the cave where water trickles out.

The biggest lighted pixies fight with tooth and claw having given up their bows and spears, while the massive fungus lashes out with a tentacle-like appendage.

Pye sends a flurry of arrows at a corrupted spring elf while avoiding the fungal tentacle.

Cirque fills the chamber with mystical fire but is gripped by a tentacle and is dragged across the damp cave floor.

Breaking free of the fungal abomination he again sends a cascade of fire taking out the fungus leaving only charred remains and the stench of sulfur.

Jaro finishes the remaining blight born fairies.

They are hit by a rush of water released from the adjoining chambers, Cirque is nearly washed away but Pye plucks him from the torrent.

The band proceeds into the next chamber wading through the high water toward the ruin of a doorway in a massive stonework wall.

Over the walk in ancient Symbaran an inscription promises an end to hunger and want and beyond the door a cyclopean chamber filled with the skeletons of colossal overgrown domesticated animals.

Pye-dog shocked by the sight, nearly falls into the water.

Jaro magically contacts his mentor about what this place is

The elf simply says relics and memories of ages past, hubiris made manifest.

The group dispatches fungal colonies sprouting from veins of corruption permeating the skeletons and destroy the bones as well.

The group departs at speed as their deadline is approaching to prevent a war.

[wikifido]

Chapter 2 (Karoleena)

Karoleena, having just watched Duvanith, Mwaxanare, and a group of warriors who seemed to wink from existence to the complete other side of the continent, was taking a slow and winding walk back towards the Residence she was staying at. 

The writing was on the wall that she would be leaving Port Currington soon, so taking in what sights she could while still able was important to her. If there were lurking Arbiters here, the message would likely reach Court at the same time she did. 

The Port was beginning to stir; street-side vendors were pulling down the canvas that wrapped up their shops for the evening, and a few errant skeletons were shuffling off with a bag of refuse they had collected throughout the evening. 

The visual didn’t shock her as it had on her first night, hearing a commotion and peering out the Residence’s window to see two skeletons engaging in a facsimile of an argument over which was going to scrape some pack animal droppings off the street. They hadn’t been talking so much as simply clattering their bony jaws at each other. 

In the Empire, necromancy and animation of the dead were forbidden; here in Choilt, it was a matter of public works.

She opens the door to the Residence and lets out a slight sound after seeing a figure seated right off the entryway. 

“Princess Karoleena, I’m sorry to have frightened you.” The man who had intercepted Duvanith and her at the pier many weeks ago stood there, his hands up unthreateningly. “Mwaxanare sent me over to ensure you had accompaniment for your lunch.”

“Lunch? You’re a bit early for that, aren’t you, Cole?” She asked, using the man’s preferred shortened name because it was easier for her to pronounce.

“I figured I would stop by early and see if you needed anything before that.”

Karoleena stood there momentarily and, seeing an opportunity, laid bare in front of her. 

“Would you mind if I just kinda talked at you for a bit?” 

“At me?”

“Yeah, I have some things I’d like to get off my chest.”

“Sure,” Cole says with the air of a shrug in his voice as he collapses back into the seating area. Karoleena maneuvers from the door to the seating area considers sitting for a moment, and then elects to start pacing. 

“I feel terrible; I’ve felt terrible for weeks. When I got off the ship to Askerstad and hopped the boat to Port Currington Duvanith was on, I thought, ‘oh hey, Port Currington, that’s where Uncle Castiel and Auntie Luciana vacationed after the Giant War; I’ve heard it is beautiful.’ I didn’t want to put anyone in danger; I didn’t know that the Imperial Government had been run out, that my being here would mean Duvanith would need to skip across the continent into a potentially dangerous situation to try to get me home without causing some international incident.” 

Her feelings were falling out of her at this point; she had been feeling shades of this guilt for weeks, but the notion that her friend and rescuer were not in a dangerous situation because of what she had done was boiling over. She punctuates her point with a summary. 

“I thought I’d be on a beach drinking something refreshing from a fancy earthenware mug, not trapped in other governmental buildings again.” She suppresses the urge to kick a pillow on the floor of the seating area.

Cole shifts in his seat and says,

“I wouldn’t worry too much about them; they’ve done far more dangerous and reckless things since I’ve known them.” 

 The response momentarily put Karoleena on her heels, and she honestly considered it. Duvanith had, to her knowledge, single-handedly stormed the Ashsnap family compound to get to her; that was at least twelve armed guards and not slouchy ones either. Perhaps her concerns about Duvanith’s safety were rooted in her childhood perception of her one-time Court attendant, not who she had become in adulthood. 

Cole continues, 

“During the Wasting Curse, they marched on a Dimofolk Tribe whose leader had been rotted by Crone Magic. Duvanith scaled a Cuepeltlill and fought the leader with parts of her group while Mwaxanare fought house to house in the village below.” 

“A what?” Karoleena asks

“A Cuepeltlill. They are ancient beacon lights from when the Kwtēntāmtāxi Empire was at its height. They’re about 300 feet tall.” 

Karoleena stares in wonderment back at Cole. Duvanith had always been sure on her feet, picked for special exhibitions by Madam Keentree for dance. Duvanith had always said, ‘I’m being typecast because I’m an elf,’ but all of the girls had eyes they knew she had deserved it. However, Karoleena wasn’t sure if she was ‘three hundred feet up in the air’ confident on her feet.

“It sounds like a story from an Academy of Romance book,” Karoleena says, thinking of some of the bold ways the Landier brothers had conquered their story’s villains before sealing the end of their romance arcs. 

“A what?” Cole asks in return

“An AOR book? They are trashy romance books written about real adventurers. I think most people know they only have a whisper of truth to them.”

“But people enjoy the escapism.” Cole offers.

“They kinda lose that facet on a second read-through.”

“That sounds like experience speaking.” 

Karoleena sinks into a seat.

Silence settles between them.

Bam.

The door to the Residence flies open with force. Mwaxanare marches through it, her front wet with blood; Duvanith follows a few steps behind, flanked by an unfamiliar warrior with a figure draped over his broad shoulders. 

“You’re back already?” Karoleena blurts out, looking for any sign of injury on Duvanith, given the volume of blood on Mwaxanare’s armor.  

“Just toss him down anywhere.” The warrior walks over to the seating area and heaves the shouldered figure into the conversation pit. 

The figure lets out a pained grunt as he hits the pillow.

“Gearpilot Caleb Beckwith, Imperial Service Number GP-3693.” He says at Mwaxanare with some edge. 

“Don’t I fucking know it?” Mwaxanare cuts back at him. 

Karoleena looked the man over; he was wearing a typical Imperial uniform displaying his Gearpilot rank and name. Tucked above his name were a few bars, accolades for valor and good service.

There was a bit of fear in his otherwise cheerful-looking face; someone had splinted one of his legs and done heavy bandaging around his knee; the bandages were white, suggesting either a minor injury or fresh wrappings, given the splint; She leaned towards the latter. 

Mwaxanare settles into the conversation pit after waving off the warrior that had been carrying the man. 

Duvanith looms over the pit, the sunken seating excessively exaggerating her height. The blood stains on her pants and her sullen expression added to how intimidating she seemed then.

“So Gearpilot Caleb Beckwith,” Mwaxanare says smugly as Karoleena watches the blood on her armor run off and stain some of the seating cushions. “As a Member of the Imperial Army, and even more so as a Gear Pilot, you are oath sworn in loyalty to the Imperial Crown. Right?”

The man begins to open his mouth, and Mwaxanare cuts him off. 

“You can just answer yes or no. I don’t need to hear your service number again.”

“Yes.” 

“Wonderful.” She motions at Karoleena, who already saw where this was going and was wearing a face of horror. “This is Princess Karoleena Asker; maybe you’ll answer her questions.” 

Mwaxanare grabs Karoleena’s arm tightly and drags her up from the seating area and towards Duvanith; the man had a stunned expression on his face, looking Karoleena over in shock. 

Mwaxanare pulls Karoleena in and whispers.

“I’m going to leave and take Coaxoch with me to make this guy more comfortable. We need to know what they were doing at that abandoned settlement.” 

"Im not an interegator Mwaxanare." Karoleena says back; Duvanith seems to echo her with a motion that says, ‘I told you so.’  

“What did I tell you yesterday?” Mwaxanare hisses back at her; she was frustrated and angry, not at Karoleena specifically, but more at the Gearpilot’s unwillingness to cooperate with her. 

Karoleena wasn’t sure what she had told her yesterday. Mwaxanare helps her along.

“In my Court, you’d be expected to act as a Diplomat; those duties don’t end with trade negotiations in Choilt.” She releases the vice grip on Karoleena’s arm to motion at the blood on her front, showing what more she does as a diplomat.

Karoleena could feel the tears building up in the corners of her eyes; this again wasn’t what she thought following Duvanith here would be like. She tried blinking quickly to fight the tears. Mwaxanare must have seen as she adds an entirely forced-sounding.

“Please”

Karoleena, having been caught, lifts a hand and wipes under her eyes. As awful as her situation was, and this situation specifically, she had put Mwaxanare in an impossible position, not on purpose, and she had done her best with it.

“Will it help you get me home?” Karoleena asks; she knew that Mwaxanare could lie here, and asking the question was more a way of morally paving the way for her. 

“Yes, and Duvanith will be right here,” Mwaxanare says. She had flowed from angry to what sounded close to genuinely imploring her.

Karoleena nods.       

[zaunseye]

Her anxiety didn't go unnoticed. Silco was so in tune with her now that he could sense her unease. He could almost feel the ghost of Violet being addressed behind him when Jinx hissed out threatening words to her. His words would have to suffice in the battle against her own inner demons, and so they had. She came back to him again, tears running down her face from the appreciation of his gesture. He wiped the shimmer away with his thumb as she set about introducing her creation.

Fishbones. He liked that name. It spoke of a sort of morbid rebellion, not unlike a name given to a sword by a pirate. He admired the creativity with a huff of a laugh.

"Topsiders will focus on their own minuscule inconveniences, rather than the enemies outside our walls. It's another one of their grand failings." He trusted her judgement of Topside. She had been a successful spy of his for many years, even posing as an enforcer or academy student to gather information about council operations and the latest Hextech developments. She would return to him days later, full of secrets and intelligence. They would share it with one another as he braided her hair, a task he found relaxing rather than tedious.

Sometimes, halfway through, he would hand the braid to her to finish as he started the next one. She would have to know how to do it on her own without him one day, after all. Except now, that day was further away than he could think of, with his renewed body and health. He would be there to braid her hair for some time yet.

He watched as she primed Fishbones, loading the Hextech gemstone into its charging compartment. It became alight with arcane energy, drawing his gaze entirely to its shining underbelly. The light spread to its mouth, practically spilling out of it as the rocket primed itself to launch. He stood behind her, ready to catch her should the blast send her backward, but she was steady as it fired. She was stronger than he thought her to be, always surprising him.

He watched as the trail of blue light cut a line in the night sky, eye wide open with awe.

The destruction was glorious. It was astonishing. It was beautiful. He took it all in as the building was blown to pieces, strewn far and wide. The cloud of arcane plumage burst forth like a smoke bomb, only four times the size of any small explosive. It all took him back to that night, at this very cannery, when Jinx had first set off an arcane explosion. The blast had been devastating to his shimmer business, but even then he had admired the beauty of it. The blue of the arcane energy bursting forth toward him was still a memory that woke him from his sleep some nights. Such power was now at their fingertips, thanks to her.

As the dust settled, he took his daughter by the shoulders, squeezing gently with excitement. "Do you see, Jinx? This is only the beginning." He pointed toward the skeleton of the warehouse. "The Piltover elite will see the power we now possess. They will have to make a choice. Give us what we want, or begin a war." He chuckled lowly and slipped his hands off of her shoulders, instead touching Fishbones along his freshly fired from jaw. "If you can get your hands on more Hextech, we could create even more like Fishbones. Arm the underground with the power to finally fight back. This and shimmer... Finally we can seize our dream."

He heard the distant sounds of alarms from Piltover's side of the river, and saw glints of torches exploring the area. They were quick. Logic began to creep back into his mind past the elation of their accomplishment. "We must go back to the Last Drop. Staying here will draw too much attention too soon. Sevika will need to hear about this."

Anxiety was beginning to creep in on her, growing more prominent the longer he was silent. Yet the look his eyes as he looked over Fishbones told a different story. This wasn't silence because she had failed, no he was merely examining the weapons appearance. She could see him taking note of all the little things she'd put on it. And yet he had yet to say words.

'Way to go pow, you bring here to show him that he doesn't even like it!' Jinx's attention was immediately drawn to Vi's chair. Where it had been empty seconds ago, there Vi was taunting her. 'Maybe he should have stayed dead so he didn't have to see this embarrasement.'

"Shut up you traitor," Jinx growled, more feral than ever and ready to reach for her gun to shoot at the illusionary Vi, until Silco's words once more broke through. Just as quickly as he attention had shifted before, her eyes were already locked back onto his. Shimmer laced tears once more ran down her face as he told her was proud of her. She would have wiped away her own tears if Fishbones wasn't in her hands.

"His name is fishbones, I finished him just before the explosion on the bridge." Jinx remembered being so proud of it when it was finished. Knowing that Silco would understand every single element she poured into it. "I was going to show you him until that happened... I did what I thought would kill Ekko, who by the way is the Firelight leader."

Then after that she was going to show him here, make a grand show at the tea party. Silco was still meant to be here, only she never meant to take him here by force. No, he was supposed to walk with her and he wasn't going to be bound. It had all been an unfortunate misunderstanding. None of that mattered now though, because they were both okay now. More than okay.

Anxiety quickly disappeared and was once more replaced with the excitement from Silco. His monster infected hers with the thrill of violence. Her gaze followed his as she knew exactly what he was about to propose before he even said anything. Oh how she was more than glad to oblige him with a show. She was just as eager to see exactly how Fishbones would look when fired. How beautiful it would be once the gemstone was in.

"Topside has had numerous changes to make weapons, but instead they focus on stupid mundane things, they are wasting its potential." Jinx followed Silco over to opening in the wall, taking note of where he was pointing. "Prepare to be amazed, Daddy."

Jinx reached into her pocket and got out the gemstone. She slipped the gemstone in its slot and suddenly fishbones roared to life. The blue of the gemstone lit up the part of the weapons body, the eyes glowing brightly. She held fishbones up and pressed down on the trigger. The same blue light began to erupt from the shark's mouth, as if to let out a massive blast. It wasn't light either, it felt like was taking all of her strength to keep the rocket launcher in place but it was also exhilarating.

Then finally let that massive shot letting out a beam of light, heading straight to it's target at fast speed. Her eyes glowed brilliantly as she watched its destruction take a hold, as it looked like a pretty explosion even from afar. "It's...it's beautiful."

[kittiofdoom]

I was tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton​ to share some wip!

No Far Cry stuff unfortunately is in a state to be shared otherwise it would just be like a few random sentences for a skeleton structure pfttt, but I do have the beginning of a piece that is for a prompt in my inbox that’s going to rip my heart out lmao. So have a glimpse of Kenna during the final assault on Asgard during Ragnarök.

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Kenna knew this place. A vision. A battle. She knew this place like she had lived it before.

And she has.

She just didn't realize it until this exact moment.

The glow of magic lit her skin, tattoos incandescent as she called upon her magic to aid her. Blood and ash was all she could taste in her mouth and that feeling deep inside her chest beat like a second heart.

Death was coming.

Many times in the past Odin had asked Kenna to tell him his fate but her powers didn't work like that. She saw glimpses, fragments of information like sand trickling through her fingertips and yet Odin pushed for more than Kenna could give.

But Kenna had dreamt of this place long before she met Odin.

She didn't understand the signifigance back then. The Vanir were at war with the Aesir of course there would be a battle—of course there would be death. But then the war came to a truce and Freya was married and the fighting stopped. A new era of peace and prosparity for the realms headed by her dearest friend and the All-Father.

She had put this vision aside—at the back of her mind—until it was forgotten. It must've been false, she must've got it wrong. Her powers weren't all-knowing after all. She knew her duty—and her place. She would serve and obey and survive.

And then came Ragnarök.

The glory and the fall.

Smoke and ash were thick like smog, the once beautiful skies of Asgard were a aflame in a purple haze. War greeted her like an old friend. It was brought to her home by a child’s hubris. She'd been a fool to ever hope peace would last. Swords clashed, the ground shook as Hrimthur's Wall came down in a hail of stone.

Kenna killed in Odin's name—even through the schemes, even knowing that innocent people will die—are dying at her hand. She could not turn her back on him now.

Even if she knew in her heart of hearts what would truly happen.

“Get out of my way!” Kenna snarled, shoving a body aside as she ran it though with her blade. She might have known him once, he was a Vanir. But she put that part of herself aside when she chose to stay in Asgard all those years ago.

She had to get to Odin.

“I will not warn you again. Move or I will rend you from this realm.”

Blood sprayed against her face as she weaved around the next soldier in her way. They wouldn't just let her pass. She didn't have time for this. Fingers reached up, smearing the blood in a sigil on her face with her free hand. If they didn’t know who she was before this. They probably knew who she was now.

“Sveiða.”

Kenna didn't even look back when the soldier started howling in pain. She knew he'd be writhing around on the floor in pain clawing at himself. She'd seen it many times in the past and did not need the reminder. The spell would wear off soon enough if he wasn't killed on the ground where he lay. If he lived he'd never forget the feeling of his blood burning in his veins.

They could all burn for all Kenna cared right now.

She had to close the distance. Maybe she could change the chains of fate that bound them all. She had to try.

[1-imaginary-girl]

A Mischievous Love Story - Part 1

Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader (platonic)

Summary: The reader and Loki were madly in love until you found out that he died. Deciding to follow Thor on his adventures, you soon find out the truth about what happened to your boyfriend. This series is a re-telling of Thor: Ragnarök with the reader inserted into the story. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Violence.

Word Count: 2972

Prologue Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Here’s the first official part to this series! Ahhhh I’m so excited! As you know, Loki does not appear yet BUT before you get mad, it’s only for this part I promise. For now, I hope you’ll enjoy some action packed Thor x reader (PLATONIC).

Leave a comment if you want to be added to the tag list for any new parts.

Thor has been talking to a skeleton which also happened to be trapped in here with you for God knows how long. The fire in this place is starting to make you crave your water. Thor turns to you and asks, “How much longer do you think we’ll be here?”

You glare at him and are about to rattle off a snarky remark about this being his brilliant plan when you both begin to hear gears turning. Suddenly the bottom of the cage disappears and you scream as you and Thor are dropped until your chains yank you back up, dangling you a few feet above the rocky floor. The sudden pull back from the chains, although it saved you from hitting the floor, gave you quite the headache and almost gave you whiplash.

Your bodies are sideways and while your chains quickly untangled themselves, Thor is left slowly spinning as his chains unravel. Your eyes meet and you shoot him a glare, obviously not happy about being dropped from a great height. He flashes you a hopeful grin that says trust me.

You once again open your mouth but are cut off by the sound of deep chuckling emerging from the darkness. You and Thor glance at each other before turning your heads to see none other than Surtur, the god of this fiery planet. The god sits on a throne made of volcanic rock. His form takes the shape of a charred demonic skeleton. Thor had told you about him before you arrived on the planet and he appears to be even more intimidating in person.

According to Thor, Surtur is the god of fire, war and destruction, lord of the Fire Demons and ruler of Muspelheim. His main mission in life: to destroy Asgard. So naturally Thor thought you should go to him for answers about Asgard’s potential doom. But looking at him now, his eighteen-foot-tall body composed of fire with spiked horns protruding from his skull, you’re now convinced this was the worst plan ever.

“Thor, son of Odin,” the demon says, his voice booming throughout the cave. At this point, you’re used to being overlooked next to the almighty god of thunder. Though this is one of the few times you’re glad.

“Surtur. Son of…a bitch you’re still alive!” You roll your eyes at Thor’s casual tone. As if he had just bumped into this guy at a grocery store for the first time in years. “I thought my father killed you, like, half a million years ago.”

“I cannot die,” the god speaks. “Not until I fulfill my destiny and lay waste to your home.” You roll your eyes. Great, just great.

“You know,” Thor begins. “It’s funny you should mention that because I’ve been having these terrible dreams of late. Asgard in flames, falling to ruins, and you, Surtur, are at the center of all of them.”

You eye Surtur to see what affect this information has on him. He did just find out that his one wish might finally come true. But this guy doesn’t even blink. Wait, can he blink?

“Then you have seen Ragnarök, the fall of Asgard. The great prophecy--”

“Hang on.” The scary demon god is interrupted by Thor who has slowly turned to face the other direction due to his chains. “Hang on.” The chains are turning very slowly and the loud squeak they make is painfully awkward as it hangs in the empty air. “I’ll be back around shortly.” Thor wiggles to try to get them to turn quicker. “I really feel like we were connecting there.”

You would laugh if you weren’t incredibly intimidated by the situation. You also don’t want to draw the attention of the big guy who seems to have eyes only for Thor.

Thor finally faces Surtur once more and says, “Okay, so, Ragnarök. Tell me about that. Walk me through it.”

Surtur continues, trying to ignore what just happened. “My time has come. When my crown is reunited with the Eternal Flame, I shall be restored to my full might.” You do not like the sound of this guy getting any mightier. “I will tower over the mountains and bury my sword deep in Asgard’s--”

“Oh, hang on. Give it a second.” You turn your head to see that Thor has once again gotten himself turned around. He seems to be moving even slower than before. “I swear I’m not even moving, it’s just doing this on its own.” You want to facepalm at your friend’s seeming nonchalance about all of this. He is about to get himself killed if he doesn’t shut up.

“I’m really sorry,” he says, still not fully around. Surtur sighs and you almost feel for the dude. This was his big moment, he probably practiced this speech of his in the mirror, and Thor keeps stepping on his toes.

“Okay, let me get this straight” Thor says, finally back to facing Surtur. “You’re going to put your crown into the Eternal Flame, and then you’ll suddenly grow as big as a house--”

“A mountain,” Surtur and you say at the same time, though he screams it in defense while you just want to be done talking, despite Thor’s plan.

“The Eternal Flame that Odin keeps locked away on Asgard?” It does seem like an impossible feat. Until the fire god grins and says—

“Odin is not on Asgard.” Thor’s expression drops and so does yours. “And your absence has left the throne defenseless.”

You turn to look at Thor but he is too shocked to move, though he does his best to hide it. The last time Thor had spoken to his father was after…after Loki’s death. Ever since Thor has been kept busy and you assumed a few years was nothing to worry about with gods like them. Though Odin’s absence would explain not only Thor’s visions, but the disarray evident throughout the nine realms. With that said, if Odin wasn’t on Asgard, where could he be?

Thor quickly changes the subject as to not give away your concern about this new information. “Okay, so where is it? This crown?”

“This is my crown,” the god says, tapping the horned spikes sitting atop his fiery skull. “The source of my power.”

“Oh, that’s a crown? I thought it was a big eyebrow.” Despite the tension, Thor manages to elicit a laugh from you which is quickly extinguished as Surtur’s scowling face looks at me.

“It’s a crown,” he tells you.

“Anyway, it sounds like all I have to do to stop Ragnarök is rip that thing off your head.” Though Thor’s plan makes sense, it does not deter the giant. In fact, it makes him laugh.

Surtur stands from his throne and approaches the both of you, dragging his sword along the ground as he talks. “But Ragarok has already begun! You cannot stop it.” The sound of his metal sword scrapping the ground unnerves you and you begin to squirm in your chains as the god approaches. But once again, the god’s eyes are locked on Thor. “I am Asgard’s doom, and so are you. All will suffer, all will burn.”

Surtur has reached Thor. He reaches out and grabs the chain above Thor so that the two are now face to face.

“Oh that’s intense,” says Thor. “To be honest, seeing you grow really big and set fire to a planet would be quite the spectacle. But it looks like I’m going to have to go with option B where I bust out of these chains, knock that tiara off your head, and stash it away in Asgard’s vault.”

Again, Thor’s plan sounds reasonable, but Surtur’s confidence makes you doubt that this will work. You cannot stop it. You want to chalk his confidence up to ego, but something about this situation makes you not too sure.

Surtur laughs again, sending chills down your spine. “You cannot stop Ragnarok, even with your mortal.” Great, now you’re acknowledged. And you’re pretty sure he meant that as an insult. “Why fight it?”

Behind his back, you see Thor opening his hand as a sign for Mjolnir to appear. “Because that’s what heroes do.”

There’s an awkward pause where you assume Thor was expecting to find Mjolnir in his hand but it remains empty. He becomes annoyed and you smirk at his frustration, finding the situation humorous in a way. 

“Wait, sorry. I didn’t time that right.” There’s a pause where you can hear a pounding sound coming from the right. Apparently Surtur notices it too, because he turns his head just when Thor says, “And, now!”

Suddenly, Mjolnir bursts through the wall and soars through the air towards its owner. Thor breaks free from his chains, grabs his hammer and flies away from you and Surtur.

“You have made a grave mistake, Odinson.”

Thor readjusts himself before saying, “I make grave mistakes all the time.” While Thor has Surtur distracted, he throws Mjolnir at your chains, smashing them and causing you to drop to the ground where you catch yourself. Surtur looks down at you and while you smirk, he laughs.

“Do you think I fear your mortal?” he asks as he returns his attention to Thor. You hate that he keeps calling you that but you have a bigger plan than correcting him. You pull out a water bottle which you stashed in your back pocket knowing this planet is all dried up and that you would have to improvise with your powers. You manipulate the liquid to float up towards the top of Surtur’s head.

“I wouldn’t underestimate mortals,” Thor says as he then makes a point to look above Surtur’s head. Surtur lets out a confused grunt before looking up himself. Just then, you release your hold on the water, causing it to douse the fire giant. He cries out in pain as the fires that littered his body were momentarily settled.

And the fight began. A swarm of fire demons were now visible on the walls of the cave. You unsheathe your blade which was resting on your back – they didn’t care much to search your person before chaining you up – and prepare yourself to face the demons.

Your blade was made from pure ice made specifically to withstand powerful blows. While normally, a thin blade of ice like this might shatter, your blade is sharper and stronger than the average weapon. Tony helped you develop it; as he learned more about your powers, he was able to harness the power into a weapon. 

You run up to Thor and you face each other, back-to-back. “How’s the plan coming along?”

“Swimmingly, thanks for asking.”

Just then the first fire demons charge at you. Thor hammers away at some while you slice through others. In a battle between fire and ice, ice always wins.

“Jump!” Thor shouts, and having practiced this, you jump onto a nearby rock before Thor slams Mjolnir onto the ground, sending a wave of fire demons onto their backs.

Surtur now seems to have recovered from your water attack but before he could seek his revenge on you, Thor throws Mjolnir at his face, regaining his attention and sending the two of them into an epic battle. Meanwhile, you do your best to hold off the fire demons from reaching Thor. Of all the planets you had visited, this had to be your least favourite purely because you were out of your element.

Literally.

Without any nearby water sources, your powers were dampened significantly but you were still strong enough in combat to hold the demons off, having been trained both by SHIELD and Natasha Romanoff herself.

One of them managed to scratch your arm which not only left a mark but seared the skin around it. You hissed in pain but kept fighting. You receive a few more hits but you continue to push the hoard away from Thor.

Behind you, Thor manages to bring Surtur to his knees. The thunder god launches himself high into the air and summons a powerful lightning bolt before descending hard onto Surtur. With all of his power, Thor lops off Surtur’s head.

Without his head, Surtur’s body slumps to the floor and collapses into a pile of crispy bones. Thor attaches the skull that once belonged to the fiery god to his back and then calls out, “Y/N!”

You turn and your eyes widen at the defeated demon before running to Thor’s side. With your backs against each other, you notice the Fire Demons seemed to have doubled in size, filling the cave with their bodies. You both knew you were outnumbered and then Thor raises Mjolnir above his head and calls out, “Heimdall. I know it’s been a while, but I could use a fast exit.”

You both wait for something to happen but nothing does. The demons approach you. “Uh, Thor?” you nervously call out.

Thor stands there stumped and looks to the ceiling. “…Heimdall?”

You let out a curse as a fire demon attacks you and you shove your sword through its chest before pushing it off to the side. It managed to land another scratch against your back and you grunt through the pain. “So much for your all-seeing friend,” you say.

Even after your many years through space, you have yet to be introduced to Heimdall. Maybe because you and Thor haven’t returned to Asgard since…you know. Which means you haven’t even since the golden palace, let alone this Heimdall character. Your absence has left the throne defenseless. Surtur’s words still ring in your ears.

Thor huffs. “I swear he’s not normally like this,” he says as he swings at a row of fire demons.

You hear a loud sound coming from one of the walls and you take a glance only to be met with the face of a fire dragon. A dragon that has just broken free from its chains.

“THOR!” you yell and he turns to see the new threat. And you thought you were outnumbered before.

“Hold on!” he yells and wraps an arm around your waist before using Mjolnir to propel you into the air. You quickly grasp at his arm to do as he says. It isn’t the first time you’ve experienced one of these fun flying trips, but you’ve gotta say, this time was your least favourite as you crash through the roof of the cave.

Thor receives most of the blow but your body was still assaulted with rocks. You land ungracefully on the surface as you both fall over onto the rocky terrain.

“So what brilliant plan have you come up with to get us out of this one?” you ask as you roll onto your back before Thor offers you a hand to get back on your feet.

“Working on it,” he says before putting out a fire on his cape. He once again holds up Mjolnir towards the sky, hoping for some sort of result. Nothing.

“Heimdall, come on,” Thor whines as you hold your head in your hands.

“Well, we’re screwed.” Just as you finish speaking, the ground begins to shake. You and Thor both back up as you feel the ground begin to give way around you. You shoot Thor a worried look before the dragon you had seen in the cave bursts from the ground. It lets out a roar before rushing towards you and picking up Thor by its teeth.

“Thor!” you cry out, trying to search around you for anything to help your friend but you come up empty.

The dragon shakes Thor back and forth and opens its jaws to let out a tremendous roar when Thor shoves Mjolnir into its mouth and lets go. The dragon crashes to the ground with Thor landing on his feet beside him.

Thor points at the dragon and says, “Stay.”

“Well that’s one way to do it,” you say. You look uneasily as the dragon begins to thrash around, trying to escape the hammer pinning its jaw to the ground. “That won’t hold it for long.”

Thor looks hopelessly up at the sky and yells, “Heimdall! I’m running short on options.”

With no reply from Heimdall, Thor and you once again find yourselves becoming surrounded by fire demons as they creep out of sinkholes in the ground. You look at Thor and nod. He tightens his arm around you once more and you hold on tight to him before he calls for Mjolnir and takes off across the fiery planet. Behind you, the dragon lets out a nasty screech.

The wind assaults your body as Thor flies at top speed. Unfortunately, it still isn’t fast enough to lose the dragon as you can see it catching up to you. The fire demons toss flaming rocks at you from below, with some of them landing blows to either Thor or yourself but Thor is undeterred.

The dragon begins to open its jaws to swallow you. “Thor?” you yell, a nervous tremble in your voice. Thor quickly glances back and you can see his face turn nervous before regaining his determination. He presses against the wind, desperately trying to gain more speed. The dragon’s teeth are at your heels and you yell, “Thor!” Your eyes widen in fear but the god doesn’t look back. His grip on you tightens.

Suddenly you and Thor are engulfed in a stream of rainbow, the sight blinding you. “What the--” you struggle to understand what’s happening when you see Thor’s lips slide into a small grin. It hits you. You’re entering the Bi-Frost. You bury your head in Thor’s chest, desperate to hang on as you know what happens if one gets lost in the magical portal.

The scene around you begins to fade and just like that, you’re gone.

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[catboyaramaki]

This got 1 like which means everyone cares

HERE ON THE LEFT IS THE CREATOR, ON THE RIGHT IS MORRIS REAL NAME KOIOS.

The creator was man of science in the 1990s, having freshly graduated university with a degree in ... Something! He was a lonely man, not able to interact with his peers and his family not in his life. All he had was an obsession with a man named Koios.

Koios , with the epithet The Immortal, was a man from Ancient Greece known as a serial murderer. His power and demeanor caused even the toughest warrior to fear him with his brutal, slow slaughtering of anyone he felt to kill.

Koios was...not well in the head! Obviously. He wanted to feel something, anything. His emotions were irregular, always leaning towards the negative or nothing at all, hollow. He wanted to feel something...different. The killings and torturing of others brought what he wanted, with morals thrown out the window when he was able to finally gain...not quite pleasure, not quite happiness. But something. Power, maybe.

He killed many, many people. And many villages crumbled due to him alone. He gained the epithet due to him being practically untouchable, as if he was one of the gods.

Koios did gain enemies, however. After years of his killings dwindling, due to reasons no one ever knew, many people whose men were killed by Koios planned an assassination. This wasn't the first on Koios, of course. But it was the one that worked.

He was treated the same way the people he killed were. Tortured, and a slow painful death impaled on his own spear.

The creator had been fascinated by Koios, researching him for countless weeks on end. The obsession didn't feel like an obsession to the creator. It felt like love.

He wanted to meet the man, despite him being long dead.

Then, an idea came. Revive Koios.

Magic in the world was illegal for quite some decades after the beginning of a war started with a magic user having exploded Iceland. Later it'd be found out it was forbidden magic, but many did not know the difference.

The creator researched magic despite the legality, and soon went into forbidden magic. He was the cause of several new discoveries in the forbidden spells, but none of that mattered to him. He had to figure out the key to reviving someone. He knew more about Koios than anyone in the world could know due to a spell that let him spy on the past. Seeing Koios alive did more for his morale than anything could. And his love grew.

A lab was put together in some mountain in Greece, well hidden enough no normal person could find it, but low enough to the ground the creator didn't need to hike just to get somewhere. He was inside almost all day, writing down everything he could. He even had a journal, and notes for koios to read when he lived again.

The creator was able to find Koios skeleton, which is putting it simply because I'm not putting a full length story here but it took...a long time. And countless nights of an underweight man trying to dig through rubble thousands of years old.

It took forever to revive the man, and attempts to hide from the government and Gods (who didn't exactly like the use of forbidden magic) made it take longer. Eventually he was able to though, his love finally revived.

He was in a tube..and in a coma... and his skin was pure white... and he definitely didn't come out right. but he was alive. His celebration didn't last long though, the government soon raiding the lab, the creator gone and a koios in a tube. The man had to bid farewell to his love before they could even meet.

After. A lot of shit. And 100 years. They do "reunite", with Koios feeling mixed emotions towards the creator, his creator. The creator takes him to his "realm", the two living there for eternity together.

I left out a lot for ur own sake u can check out Morris toyhouse for more

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Who wants to hear about. My guys. My ocs. My blorbos.

[the-firebird69]

He's right it's like a sounding you get some money to him and you'll see all sorts of stuff and he's got plenty of things that they owe and people are trying to send tons of money and been trying to get it through you can send people money and if you want what they doing is breaking the law all the time at the post office everyday in certain areas

-the warlocks did lose over a percent it was mostly MC warlock at 0.8% and the other warlock lost as well one around 0.3% and that was as well see pseudo empire mostly. The new Total is 28% + 7.5% Plus 5.2% plus one point 2% which is about 42.4%

There's a lot of people who are trying to calculate this and can't and yeah he's right so we are listening but there's some other things happening mostly these pseudo empires if any of the East and they're losing and they're defending and losing and they're losing a lot of people and the percentage will go down but still 42.4 is very high and people say they lost already and all the stuff

-there's other things happening and it will shape up to a war of the tunnels in the northwest of Florida are slowly clearing of mock silts and clouds and soon it will be visible atmosphere again and they only have a mile left each roughly my average and it will only take probably an hour for all three to empty at the rate that they're clearing it should be clear by noon so late afternoon they will be empty they'll unplug and the war over the diamonds will begin Jason will be completely romped. He will face Trump on many occasions and you'll see the movies that they're fighting all the time very hard and it's in movies like Olympus has fallen about the White House and white house is down and ordinary citizen all sorts of a lot of biting system actually law abiding citizen and there's a few more there's Greenland and gods of Egypt. And a couple more things did he goes through including the coliseum movie where everyone thinks he's Uncle Paul and he loses his family not permanently but a lot of them die though and he goes there and it is horror is horrified and ultimately they end up dead and their skulls are in a pile underneath the bja and his wife is not there no she's not Norman's wife and that is the queen people say and she's actually that person and you do see her and yes she she listens to agency robot and everything comes back and she's gone and it looks like the trumpsters and it's supposed to turns out to be the clones and VGA dies on skillet like the skeleton remains and usually means that someone's zapped him

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[rosesdrabbleblog]

hi!! could I please request a c!techno x male!reader smut fic? preferably with top!techo and a breeding kink + aftercare?? basically just where they get alone time for the first time in a while and take the chance :0

God I love me some breeding kink Techno.

Warnings: smut, 18+ content.

Techno shoved the door open with a huff, sword slung over his shoulder. He through the door, looking back to make sure you were still there. You were, of course, just a little behind him.

Techno and you had been out all day at the village when you two got swarmed with zombies and skeletons on the way back. It had been incredibly dangerous, and you nearly died after the entire hoard came after you. You had never seen Techno panic as he did in that moment. After saving you, he simply started the walk back home, looking back to make sure you followed.

He looked around the place, making sure Philza wasn’t home. He wasn’t shocked, as he remembered his friend had gone off to help Niki with her new city. He looked back at you, frustration in his eyes.

“You need to be more careful, you could have died back there,” he lectured. You had just kicked off your boots and put your sword away, and you looked back at him in confusion and annoyance. “How was I supposed to know the hoard would go after me? I’m a good fighter, there were just too many.” “And what happens when a war takes place? And multiple members with crossbows and swords are attacking on all sides?” he argued back, “I can’t always be there to save you.” You slammed your fist onto one of the nearby chests, “so you think I’m weak? Is that it?” “That’s not...that’s not what I was saying...” “Forget it, Tech. I’m sorry for being a bother.” You were about to storm off to your room when he stopped you, grabbing your arm. “Let me go, Techno,” you warned, glaring up at him.

He simply stared back, frustration gone, replaced with what you guessed to be a worried expression. “I can’t...I can’t lose you,” he admitted, “I’ve lost so much throughout my life, and the thought of losing you to anything scares me.” You softened at his words, surprised that he was opening up to you in such a way. You tried to form words in response, but came up with nothing.

It didn’t really matter anyway as he leaned down to kiss you, his hands holding your face close to his. You leaned back into the soft kiss, arms clinging to his cape. It soon got heated, and you felt yourself hit the back of the wall behind you. Techno deepened the kiss, slowly pushing you back against the wall. You let out a soft whimper at that, getting an eyebrow raise in response as he pulled away with the hint of a smile. "You need me to take care of you?' he asked softly, "need me to show you just how much I adore you?" You nodded, panting slightly from the intense kiss.

The two of you hadn't gotten much time to yourselves as much lately. With Philza and Ranboo around, there was never any free time to show too much affection besides a quick kiss. But with Philza helping Niki and Ranboo now at Snowchester, Technoblade knew he had you all to himself. And that knowledge excited him.

With that, he slung you over his shoulder and carried you into his darkened room. Techno set you carefully onto his large bed before beginning to pull your clothes off one by one. He grinned seeing how hard you had gotten from the make out session. "Oh? Did my pretty boy get hard from that?" he teased, pulling off your boxers. He began to stroke you softly, teasingly, which made you let out a series of whines. You turned away, embarrassed by how the feeling of his hands against you turned you on so much. And he loved it.

Techno sped up the pace of his hand as his other wrapped around one of your free hands. His giant hand against your small one really made his size kink act up. He loved how taller and bigger he was compared to you. "Look at my pretty boy, all laid out for me. You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?" he cooed. You already felt yourself getting close, and if your whines weren't a telltale sign, the way you throbbed in his hand sure was. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked, "cum for me, my love." With a loud whimper of his name, you came around his hand, gripping his other tightly. You fell back against his soft bed, panting as you watched him begin to undress. "Gonna take care of you, baby," he grunted as he pulled off his boxers," gonna fill you up nice and good. You want that, don't you?" He grinned as you nodded.

Techno took out his own cock, stroking it in his hand softly, letting out a couple of groans. He soon moved between your thighs, his cock at your entrance. He glanced down at you, raising an eyebrow at you. When you nodded again, he pushed into you with a groan. "You...are you tight," he panted, continuing to push himself into you, "so small around me." "Or...you're just too big," you teased, groaning as he stretched you. He let out a small laugh before cutting off into a groan as he bottomed out inside you. Not even a minute later, he pulled out before thrusting in again. Before you knew it, he began quickening his pace.

You clutched onto his back, nails digging into his as he began to stroke your cock along with his thrusts. Tehcno buried his face into your neck, leaving behind bruises with his teeth in between groans. ""Wanna fill you up," he growled into your ear, "breed you so good. Wanna take good care of you." You whimpered as his thrusts sped up and his hand on your cock quickened it's strokes. "Tech...please....need you so bad," you moaned out. He grunted back in response, "yeah? You gonna cum for me again? Gonna cum at the thought of me coming in you? Breeding you? Making you all mine? Then do it." Techno railed into you even harder, "cum on my cock, be my good boy and cum." You came around his hand with a shout, cum spurting from your tip along his front. Seeing you come undone from beneath him spurred him on even more, and he was already so close himself. "Such a good boy," he panted into your ear, "taking me so well. Gonna fill you up...fuck...that's..." A few more thrusts later, he came into you with a growl. He thrusted a couple more times before stilling, watching intently to make sure not even a single drop spilled out. He laid down slowly before gently moving you so that he didn't slip out. Techno ran a hand through your hair, kissing your temple and whispering praises to you. Not long after, the two of you feel asleep blissfully in each others arms.

[aidenoconnell]

lucifitzgerald​:

Luci has always loved Mystic Falls, ever since she was old enough to have core memories. So many holidays and family gatherings and friendships made. She was almost sad to leave for college, but little did she know she’d be on her way back soon enough. She knew her sister was having some health issues but it wasn’t until her father told her the dreaded word no one wants to hear that she came back home. 

Cancer. 

Shay had always been the healthy older sister to depend on and now Luci’s back in her hometown helping take care of her. She doesn’t mind, she seems to be doing better…it’s just life comes incredibly too fast. She’s scared all the time that today will be the last day she spends with her sister. It makes her a tiny bit reckless when she’s drunk, even though she does her best to be responsible. 

She just has her fun, nothing wrong with letting loose when she can. She works at a /library/ during the day, for heaven’s sake. So time being spent at this festival? She’s having a lot of fun even though it’s by herself. 

She’s dancing to the live jazz music, drinking spiked cider and moving with the crowd. She’s been pretty good so far—

Until she runs right into someone. Tall and solid and she blinks up at him. Handsome. 

“Oh damn I’m sorry!” She laughs, wearing a crushed rose velvet ‘witch’ dress, her makeup in soft browns. “I didn’t see you.” She smiles up at him, hoping she didn’t make too much of a fool of herself. 

Aiden looks over as he hears a band, jazz. They’re all dressed in some kind of slip on skeleton costume which is amusing in itself as well. He hums, recognizing the song as as well and it’s old, very old in the grand scheme of modern time at least. New Orleans, the very first time him and August went back 1910s before the first war. 

He takes a moment to stand and listen before beginning to walk again, maybe find his brother until he knocks right into someone. Aiden sways as he catches his own balance, reaching out to steady the other person too by gently grabbing onto their arm. 

“I wasn’t paying attention, was watching the band,” Aiden recovers and looks down at the girl he bumped into and stops for a moment. He smiles a bit at her smile, almost compelled to in a strange way but it’s on his side. He can smell some cider on her, mixed with something else but also something sweet. Seems like she’s having a nice time in her little witch get up too.

“Sorry,” Aiden says and lets go of her, taking his hand back and slides it into his pocket. “No drink spillage, hear that’s a party foul or something.”