#VERSE. ; INVINCIBLE II

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Starter Call 2.0 for a reunion starter

The halls of the ship seemed so barren without anyone else around. There had been another, but he had vanished at some point. He always disappeared and came back after fixing one problem or another. Time was relative. It meant nothing within the confines of this ship.

After detecting a source of life, reserve power kicked in and lit up the main passageway to the bridge. Once the life source entered, the panel began to glow.

A voice came from above, an uncannily familiar one.

"Welcome back, Captain."

[violetmuses]

The Wolf - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Title: The Wolf - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: One target seems invincible until you cross his path. @nelo0wesker

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2025

“Hey. I'll be quick to give some advice. Don't start a fight whenever you see Armando. I'm still trying to help out.” Famous Miami Detective Mike Lowrey greets you for the first time in quite a while.

“Of course.” You nodded toward Mike and remembered showing common sense in public.

As you joined everyone this morning, Captain Rita Secada leads this briefing once Mike sits down with his partner and best friend Marcus Burnett.

Time passes once more and you leave with details on that future assignment, but Mike stands in this hall while talking on the phone.

“You good?” Mike whispered to the caller and your heart raced. “What? Damn, okay. Take it easy, all right? See you tomorrow.”

“Is everything all right?” You offered genuine concern when Mike hung up.

“Armando's out for the day. Dammit!” Mike shook his head and immediately left this precinct, upset.

*****

Mike also married this remarkable person, Christine, last year. The well-versed physical therapist eased Lowrey's shooting rehabilitation.

After returning to Miami for good, Armando Aretas stayed with Mike, his biological father.

“He's still in the guest room.” Christine whispered to Mike at home.

“Thanks, babe.” Mike kissed Christine's cheek and headed upstairs for his son.

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“Hey, it's me.” Mike carefully knocked on the guest room door.

“One second…” Armando seemed exhausted despite taking this shower to clear his mind.

Wearing this shirt and sweatpants, Armando emerged from that guest room. Nearly bloodshot eyes watched Mike across the short distance.

Lowrey knew this exact problem: Isabel's birthday marked the calendar.

“No pressure, but you can always talk to us, man.” Mike settled care. “Need anything?”

“Space.” Armando genuinely offered his own truth.

“Got you. I'll head back downstairs.” Mike stepped away and left his son, giving boundaries.

*****

The next day, you see Armando walking toward you, but his exhaustion is palpable enough to calm down this grudge. You know much better.

“Hey.” Armando greets you before sitting down at his desk.

“Sorry.” You've finally apologized, not even dramatic, though honest and brief.

“I understand.” Armando takes your word and moves on.

The future is mysterious, but your hatred no longer matters.

[blakesyang]

there literally is no proof that summer is actually dead and i will die on this hill. no one ever outright says she died. it’s always: “when she didn’t come back” (qrow in v7) “ruby’s mom left too” (yang in v2) “everyone you’ve taken from me” (yang in v8) “she was wrong too” (salem in v7) and now “from an invincible monster that took your mother” (ruby in v9). not only that, but summers verse in red like roses part ii is literally sung in present tense (“i wanna tell you that you’re all that ever mattered” / “want you to know that for eternity i’m shattered”). keep in mind, there is no body where her grave is. they all just assumed she left and died. assumed.

[jazzystudios82]

Things that are canon in the “Bride of the Destroyer” AU that aren’t in the actual Dragon Ball series 🌹

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Note: This is gonna be a long one! Also, this isn't going to be in order. It's written down from what I remember and what's in the actual story so far. Some of the things mentioned here haven't been put in the story just yet, so please keep in mind that some things may change in the future.

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Beerus is married (the most obvious one) and has step kids with my oc, Brier.

Deities are capable of summoning creatures known as "daemons" as Familiars to help aide in their duties via a legally binding contract. The only known groups of deities who are known to practice this are the twelve Titan families from Brier's planet, Gardenia, hers included. This is typically done through a summoning ceremony.

Beerus has father-in-law issues with Arum, the Titan King, head of the Plantae family, and one of Brier's fathers. His relationship with Arum's husband and Brier's stepfather, Typhon II, is rather decent in comparison.

According to Whis, Beerus has once claimed that his wife Brier's beauty puts Heles, his fellow G.O.D., to shame.

Goku likes reading Spider-Man comics after his son Goten introduced them to him. Meanwhile, Vegeta enjoys the Invincible comics: Trunks was not the one to introduce him to it since he's a bit too young to read the comics and watch the show.

Vegeta secretly listens to Lady Gaga when working out.

Android #17 is married to Elena Corazón: an original character that is used for other fandoms such as the Spider-Verse trilogy and Delicious in Dungeon.

Vegeta's mother's name is Eschalot, which is what he wanted to name Bulla when she was born as a way to honor his mother: this obviously didn't go the way he planned, so he and Bulma compromised on making it their daughter's middle name.

Piccolo likes drinking fruit infused water that is served at parties.

Frieza is bisexual and/or polyamorous. He also starts a situationship with Montsechia (Monty), who is another antagonist for the Bride of the Destroyer AU.

Bulma made Vegeta, Goku, and Chi-Chi watch the Twilight films for a date night once: Goku and Chi-Chi thought the films were ok while Vegeta thought they were stupid.

Beerus has terrible and ineligible penmanship.

Vegeta often tells Goku about Saiyan culture after training.

The Grand Priest is married: his wife, Rosanna, is an OC that belongs to @aisururozu.

Whis is pansexual.

Cooler is part of this AU.

Kuriza will be part of the story in the near future.

Goku often brings Chi-Chi little souvenirs from his adventures: he once brought her a bouquet of rare flowers that she keeps in vase.

Piccolo will date Pan's teacher Janet in the future. He is also asexual and demiromantic.

According to Beerus's father-in-law Arum, he has a tattoo somewhere on his body. But whenever someone tries to ask him about it, he simply tells them that simply even knowing of the tattoo’s existence is more than enough for them to know.

[jgroffdaily]

Karan Soni and Jonathan Groff to Lead Rom-Com Movie ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ [Exclusive]

Directed by Roshan Sethi, ‘A Nice Indian Boy,’ which will begin shooting later this month is a rom-com about changing traditional norms and pursuing a life of happiness

Deadpool star Karan Soni and Mindhunter star Jonathan Groff are all set to lead the gay rom-com movie, ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ for Scythia Films and Levantine Films.

The film will be directed by Roshan Sethi based on a script written by Eric Randall. ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ will begin filming on May 29, 2023, in Vancouver, BC, Canada, and will take just three weeks to officially wrap up on June 23, 2023.

‘A Nice Indian Boy’ is a contemporary tale about Indian marriage in the 21st century. The protagonist, Naveen Gavaskar (Karan Soni) is aware of his parents' expectations of him and his sister. They want them to profoundly respect their Hindi background, uphold all Hindi traditions, and, most significantly, exult in strictly Hindi marital ceremonies. This proves to be much more difficult for Naveen, who is openly gay in a culture where being gay can be tough. His parents want him to have a traditional Hindi wedding, but he worries he will never live up to their expectations. Naveen meets a white male, Jay (Jonathan Groff), whom he is attracted to and begins a relationship with. Despite his fear of introducing Jay to his parents, Naveen ultimately expresses his love for him and proposes in a dramatic fashion. The story is about changing traditional norms, having acceptance of who you are, and pursuing a life of happiness.

Tory Metzger is producing through Levantine Films, while Daniel Bekerman is producing on behalf of Scythia Film.

Karan Soni is known for starring as Dopinder in the Deadpool film. He will again reprise his role in the upcoming Deadpool 3 shooting at the end of this month. Karan is also giving voice to Spider-Man India in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, which will release in theaters on June 2, 2023. Karan's acting credits include films such as Strange World, Trolls World Tour, Ghostbusters, Goosebumps, Pokémon: Detective Pikachu, Office Christmas Party, and many more.

Jonathan Groff is an award-winning actor known for the Netflix series Mindhunter in which he portrayed Holden Ford and Frozen and Frozen II where he voiced Kristoff. He recently appeared in M. Night Shyamalan's Knock at the Cabin, Netflix series, Lost Ollie, and The Matrix Resurrections. He is also set to appear in a mysterious role in the upcoming season of Doctor Who. His acting credits also include Hamilton, Glee, Invincible, and many more.

[aetherose]

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—'Within Me', Albert Camus

#AETHEROSE — An independent, selective, mutuals-only, multiship & multiverse, multifandom multimuse roleplay blog that's OC, crossover, & duplicate-friendly — BLOOMED BY ROSE, your local Queen of Brainrot. Originally established as @/popolaroleplayhub (later renamed @/etherose) on 12/01/2021, re-established on 03/29/2024. Mun began RPing on 10/29/2021. Activity is often sporadic.

PLEASE READ THIS POST IN FULL & THE CARRD & THE MUSES YOU ARE INTERESTED IN'S BIOS BEFORE INTERACTING!

Featuring muses from Hoyoverse's games, Project Moon, Baldur's Gate 3, Punishing: Gray Raven, other miscellaneous fandoms, & personal OCs. Also features various verses for many of the muses. Elysia from Honkai Impact 3rd is the muse you'll see most often & is who I usually default to when unsure who to throw at folks.

CURRENT LOUDEST MUSES: Eden, Zero, Layla, Robin, Radiata, Nimue, Luna, Vera. (Last updated 9/15/2024)

NON-RP BLOGS ARE BLOCKED ON SIGHT UNLESS THEY HAVE A RP SIDEBLOG OR ARE A FRIEND OF THE MUN. Additionally, THIS BLOG CAN ONLY UTILIZE THE BETA EDITOR.

I do not claim ownership of anything I utilized for my graphics or icons besides my own art and the work I put in editing the images used. Most of the images are from official media. However, if any fanart used is your own & you are uncomfortable regarding its usage, message me and I will stop using it immediately.

WARNINGS FOR: Spoilers for all media featured on this blog, muses being heavily headcanon-based & sometimes canon-divergent, violence, death, murder, grey morality, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of various types of abuse, mentions of human experimentation, childhood trauma, self-worth issues, & general existential & philosophical ponderings & horrors. This list isn't exhaustive; each muse has warnings of their own on their bios, and I could have always missed something.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"To we, who always chased the flame—"

I. CARRD​​       II. OPEN STARTERS​​​​​​       III. PATCH NOTES​​       IV. PROMOS​​       V. ASKS VI. THREADS​​       VII. HEADCANONS​​       VIII. OC LORE​​​       IX. WISHLIST​​       X. MEMES XI. DASH GAMES​​​ ​​       XII. GALLERY​​       XIII. MUN ART​​        XIV. EDITS​​       XV. DRABBLES

A STUDY IN: The meaning of existence and life; what makes someone human & the nature of humanity; whether ends justify the means; the weight of self-sacrifice; the cost and value of freedom; the suffocating nature of loneliness; the cycle of abuse; horrible truths; new beginnings; pushing onward despite everything; absurdism; & no matter what ending lies ahead, what matters is that the journey there is unforgettable.

[thenexusofsouls]

Private Muse: Nuada Bethmoora

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Fantasy canon character from the movie Hellboy II: The Golden Army (I used to write him over at @fallxnprxnce​).

Disclaimer: All the information in this post is a mashup of canon information and my own headcanons/fleshing-out/OCs, etc. I’m not going to bother to mention what’s what for most of it or I’ll be here all day, heh, so I’m just going to lay it all out as one narrative. If you have any questions on whether something is a headcanon or was actually in the movie, or you want further explanations about anything below, please don’t hesitate to ask. I have been developing Nuada, his friends, and his world for many years, so although this post is long, it is only a fraction of the info crammed in my brain about this muse, haha. So yes, feel free to ask about anything you wish. Please do. =)

What I Mean By “Private Muse”: This muse is only open to mutuals and people I already rp with, so no new partners with this one for now. I have my own mental health and time constraint reasons for limiting him, and I only want to write him in a limited capacity and on a trial basis right now. Anyone can send him or me informational asks (ones that aren’t starters or rps, but that just ask questions about him), but for actual rps I’m keeping this mutuals and regulars only until further notice. If you aren’t sure if I would be willing to write Nuada with your muse(s), you can always ask me through the inbox or messager.

FC: Luke Goss as Nuada

Species: High Elf (collectively refers to ancient lines of full-size, humanoid, bipedal Elven races; seen as sort of nobility among Elvenkind... as opposed to smaller, non-humanoid-shaped, quadrupedal, shapeshifting, cryptid, or aquatic races of elves)

Race / Ethnicity: Sun Elf (a race of High Elves associated with the sun, fire, heat, gold metal, gold and yellow and cream colors, and the growth of plants as nurtured by the sun; these elves are distinguishable by their cream skin, golden hair... unless white from age, ochre colored eyes, and ochre colored blood; they are known for their battle prowess, musical ability, intelligence, dexterity in many trades, and their resistance to fire)

Bloodline / House: Bethmoora (the longstanding ruling House of the Sun Elven race)

Age: Ancient (2K+) (Sun Elves are immortal but not invincible; they can still die of injury, illness, broken hearts, and they can “fade,” which is a graceful way of saying they lose the will to live and die of what they call “natural causes”; they consider fading to be nature’s way of returning them to the earth and allowing their spirits to rest when they have served their purpose in life; fading is cause for grief, to be sure, but it is also seen as something natural and better than living with bitterness, anger, or sadness in one’s heart, or outliving one’s usefulness in life)

Gender: Male

Romantic Orientation: Demi-biromantic

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Prince; Warrior

Family: King Balor (canon father, deceased or not based on verse); Queen Elunae (OC mother, deceased, but her ghost still hangs around him, unbeknownst to him; I used to write her under the url “queenofbethmoora,” but the blog was deleted because of T.umb.lr derp); Princess Nuala (canon twin sister)

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: Violence; g.enoc.idal tendencies (against humans as a race compared to elves); toxic thinking and relationships; sibling rivalry; patricide; sui.cidal ideation 

Negative Personality Traits: Arrogance; anger; impulsivity; shortsightedness; stubbornness

Positive Personality Traits: Bravery; fierceness; loyalty; passion; perseverance; and a surprising amount of love even though it’s been tainted in some ways over the years

Important Personality/Nature Aspect - Nuada’s “Wild Heart”: This is something that I’ve spent a long time thinking about and detailing, and it is crucially important to Nuada as a person, as it influences his thinking and actions in many ways. I call it "croí fiáin," which in Nuada’s native language means “wild heart.” With Nuada, it’s not just a case of being hard to catch and hold onto, being a free spirit, or being a restless person with a lot of energy. It’s much more than that, and it is a condition that is so much a part of him that he cannot escape it. It functions almost like a medical or mental health condition. It’s the essence of the difference between a domesticated animal and a wild one, on a mental and spiritual level. In this post, I explain all about it and give links to other posts that go into some analyses or talk about it from Nuada’s point of view. There is a good chance it will come up in threads, so you may want to read some of it over. Or you can just ask me for a quick rundown, that’s fine too.

Nuala was not born with this same "croí fiáin" condition. Even though they are twins, Nuala is very much Nuada’s opposite in personality, demeanor, emotional/mental inclinations, and temperament. She balances him out. So in contrast to his wild heart, she is serene, calm, practical, and measured. Their people believe that they are very literally two halves of one soul. The two of them together make one whole person, so each of them are incomplete without the other. This is a rare but known phenomenon that occurs among Nuada’s people, and it is the reason why they are physically and mentally linked to each other as well. Their people believe such occurrences of this split-soul phenomenon are indicative of some kind of special destiny for one or both of them, and that they are both cursed and blessed.

Important RP Note: I DO NOT ship Nuada and Nuala romantically or sexually. I know this is canon, but I’m just not doing it at all, sorry. My twins have a very negative relationship, with each believing they have been wronged/neglected/unappreciated by the other. Nuada is possessive of Nuala, and he does get jealous if she takes romantic interest in others, but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with her or wants her for himself. His jealousy more stems from his desire to mean as much to her as their father and others have, since he believes he doesn’t. It’s... a whole big mess and a longstanding feud of resentment between them. Nuada was closer to their mother but she died when they were younger, and Nuala was closer to their father. He resents Nuala for being their father’s favorite while also being jealous of others she gives her attention to. But yeah... I absolutely don’t ship them with each other.

Important Potential Medical Condition, the “Iron Malady” (tw: depression and suicidal thoughts/actions): The Iron Malady is an illness I created for one of my fictional medieval fantasy worlds that afflicted my own original races of elves, the Silverwood and Purplewood Elves. But I’ve also developed it for Nuada’s people as well, and this is actually the illness his mother died of. You can read more about it here. At its core, it is a lot like dying of grief or a broken heart, but there are some very specific causes, symptoms, and cures for it.

Background and General Information: I... don’t even know where to begin with this, heh. I’ve fleshed out parts of his childhood, his mother and his relationship with her, how his mother died, his early relationship with Nuala, his interactions with magical creatures that are now extinct, what his adolescence was like... There’s just so much. I feel like things will come out as they come up in threads? I’m just way to lazy to write out everything I can think of, haha. Feel free to ask me anything you’d like about him, though.

But very generally speaking, Nuada was born a prince to King Balor and Queen Elunae, along with a younger twin sister, Nuala. He’s a Sun Elf, meaning elves that are associated with warmth, sunlight, plants, forests, dawn, and the color/metal gold. They are naturally resistant to fire, cannot be burned, and unaffected by high temperature climates, but vulnerable to injury from freezing and hindered by cold climates. They are one of the older and more major races of elves, and one of the few with surviving members in the present day. Bethmoora is a well-known and longstanding House within Elven culture, whether you’re a High/Sun Elf or not. It was also a well-respected House, but news of Nuada’s break from the family and self-imposed exile put a tarnish on his reputation, and partly on Balor’s as well.

I keep pretty much everything from the movie as canon, I just add in a lot more to fill in the blanks, so if you’ve seen the movie, you’ve already got a good jump on Nuada’s story. Anything in his past that needs explaining or that comes up in threads, I will try to give enough context to understand it.

As far as the story of the movie if you haven’t seen it, Nuada is angry at humans for destroying the earth and causing the dwindling and extinction of numerous races and species, most notably his own. Non-human races have been relegated to the dark corners and underbellies of the Earth, being forced to live in fear and confinement out of sight and with the safety of their own kind. Instead of living in vast forests, Nuada’s people live underneath human cities, among brick walls, dark sewers, and metal pipes instead of trees, lakes, and mountains. They’re dying off, giving into what they feel is their time to “fade,” but Nuada, as one of the last real warriors of his race, refuses to fade, refuses to abandon the earth to human destruction, and refuses to accept that the future has a strictly human face.

His cause and his arguments are just and sound, but from there, he embarks on a cruel and misguided campaign to eradicate all humans from the planet using a weapon called the Golden Army. It is an army of magical, indestructible clockwork soldiers of goblin make that can almost instantly repair and rebuild themselves the moment they are damaged or destroyed. They are deadly, possessing immense strength and sharp blades. Whoever has the gold crown that conveys ownership of the Army controls their agenda. Nuada sets out to obtain that crown, which has been thirded to prevent anyone from taking control of the Army for the wrong reasons.

One piece says with Balor, one with Nuala, and one was given to the humans as a gesture of peace. Over time, humans forgot the treaty and the story, allowing their Elven friends to fall to ruin and treating their crown piece as a trivial piece of art. Nuada kills his father to obtain his piece, crashes an auction at which the humans’ piece was to be sold, and then goes after his sister for her piece. Nuala does everything she can to keep Nuada from getting the piece and reassembling the crown, but he does anyway, gaining control of the Army. Hellboy challenges him for control, being demon royalty himself, and Nuada has no choice but to accept. They duel, and as Nuada is about to win in a rather underhanded way, Nuala stabs herself, kill herself and her brother, since they are linked. Hellboy, now in control of the Army, ponders all the power it could afford him, but his girlfriend Liz melts it, destroying it forever.

I usually write Nuada before he thinks about gaining the other crown pieces, or I write him as not being able to find the human piece, kindof to stall the canon story in the movie so I can have more time and freedom with him in threads. I keep his basic agenda and opinions, but just pause the main story of the movie for threads to happen, heh. But I’m open to whatever people might like to explore at any point in his timeline.

Magical and Supernatural Abilities: 

Fire resistance and heat tolerance (e.g. holding the glowing hot map case without burning his hand)

Empathic and somatic link to his sister since birth (they are mentally linked over long distances, and their bodies mirror wounds and ailments between them)

Potential for empathic link creation with others by touching with his hands (Nuala and Abe created a link between them by touching their hands together, so Nuada can do this as well with other empathic individuals if an emotional connection is there)

Supernatural empathic capabilities: gleaning information from individuals, creatures, surfaces, or objects by touching them with his hands (e.g. knowing who touched an object last, learning someone’s name by touching them, or seeing what recently happened in a room by touching the walls)

Magical energy infusion: granting qualities, characteristics, or abilities to weapons or individuals by infusing them with magical energy (e.g. his spear lengthening and retracting; flawlessly regenerating the spear head)

Magical compulsion: compelling individuals and creatures to do something by lacing his speech with magic (e.g. whispering “kill him” to the forest god)

Friends: These are characters that tend to make somewhat regular appearances in threads with Nuada, depending on the location and nature of the thread. (See below for details and lots of links to posts with headcanons! Just be advised that these are from Nuada’s now-inactive blog and many of these posts are very old. Some of the info and links contained within them may be outdated.)

MR. WINK (a rock troll, also known as a rock ogre to some): Nuada’s righthand man, no pun intended. XD Also his close and dear friend. He is strong, brave, loyal, and shares Nuada’s hatred of human beings.

Appreciation post

How Mr. Wink met Nuada and how they became so close

Mr. Wink & sweets

Mr. Wink & tea

Mr. Wink hates sneezing

How Nuada sees Mr. Wink

THE BARK CHILDREN (small earth fae): The little two-headed creatures seen scampering all over the Troll Market. They act as messengers as well as eyes and ears for Nuada throughout the Market. They are innocent, intelligent, timid, playful, helpful, and curious.

Appreciation post

How Nuada sees the bark children

Nuada musing on the bark children’s treatment of him

Headcanons based on canon, part 1

Headcanons based on canon, part 2

Bark children and naming/identity

Jix & the bark children

TOOTH FAIRIES (small sky fae): Tiny, cute, but ravenous little fairies with an appetite for biological calcium, e.g. the calcium found in bones and especially teeth. They are one of the most intelligent types of fairies, able to speak and learn. They are playful and mischievous, as well as frenetic and talkative.

Pictures of the fairies

Gifs of the fairies

Nuada befriending a poisoned fairy

“CATHEDRAL HEAD”, A.K.A. THE ARCHIVIST: A wise old cartographer and archivist who makes and stores maps, scrolls, formal documents, and important letters in his library/shop. He lives and works in the specific Troll Market that is located underneath the human city of New York City, under the borough of Manhattan. He is well respected and trusted by many.

Appreciation post

The most interesting thing about this fellow is that his race are typically colonized by very tiny beings who build on top of their heads! They build from biological material (bone, keratin, sebaceous material), so the cathedral on his head is actually made of living material, an extension of his head. Tiny members of this wee race live inside the cathedral, and if you look closely, you might see lights going on and off in windows, or even the tiny creatures walking around on ledges and walkways.

The tiny race that lives on the Archivist’s head are actually involved in a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship with him. They gain nutrients and building materials from his body as well as protection from the outside world, and he gains a very valuable protective covering over his brain. Otherwise, his kind are born with very soft heads and frequently suffer brain injuries without the benefit of the hard, keratin-based (the same material that fingernails or horns are made of) material shielding them.

When someone of his race is born, tiny colonists from the diminutive race are introduced onto the baby’s head. As the individual grows, the colonists build and multiply, protecting the baby’s brain from harm. When an individual dies, their colonists are transferred to infants, very often within their same family/bloodline.

The relationship between the wee race and the Archivist’s race is considered a very sacred trust, with each race benefitting and protecting the welfare of the other. The Archivist loves his head colonists dearly and takes very good care of them. His race considers it a solemn honor to be colonized.

Potential Starter Ideas:

Maybe not a starter, but if you want to ask Nuada about his family, friends, life, etc., I have spent an inordinate amount of time fleshing him out over the years. I’ve expanded his family, detailed a lot of inhabitants and aspects of the Troll Market underneath which he makes his living space, and have elaborated on things like his fears, triggers, likes, dislikes, customs, habits etc. He’s my oldest T.um.blr muse that I really took seriously, and back when I wrote him (2015 to 2019) I had a lot more free time than I do now, so I had the time to spend delving into the minutia of his life and world. Feel free to ask him (or me) about anything, as I would love to get back into this muse I put so much work into in the past.

The bark children see Nuada as a protector of them, of their community, and in general someone to go to when something is... going down. They will inform him of threats, curious things they find, things that scare them, and intruders. Very often bark children will show up in threads with Nuada because they are such a part of his life. This presents a number of starter opportunities... A pair of bark children could be captured and put in a pet store, and your muse can set them free and let them lead them to their home. Or, your muse could be wandering near to a Troll Market entrance and encounter a pair, and decide to follow them. In other words, bark children can either directly or indirectly lead your muse to Nuada for various reasons.

If your muse is non-human or would be able to access the Troll Market with magic and gain entrance, they could hear about Nuada from the bark children or the Archivist. Maybe they go looking for him for some reason?

He could be injured and need help. If you’ve written with me at all, you know how I love the classic “I could die if you don’t help me” starters for threads, heh. Being shot by police in the city is a very likely thing that might happen to him. Or whatever injury situation we could think of is also fine. Fair warning that he would be grumpy in this situation. Or... your muse could be injured and if they’re of a race Nuada would be sympathetic toward, or he’s just having a bout of rare empathy for a human. He would likely take your muse to his home beneath the Market to watch them. He can’t heal, so he’d have to treat the wound and then just... wait. Makes for interesting conversation, heh.

Fun facts & Colorful Information: 

Nuada’s and Nuala’s facial scars were given to them as infants. They designate them as royalty. Nuada was actually going to receive them first, since he is the eldest, but then they manifested on Nuala’s face automatically as a result of their supernatural somatic link. That was how Balor and Elunae found out their twins were two halves of one soul, or one soul split into two bodies. Them being born with this rare condition was seen as a potential curse or blessing from the gods, yet to be determined.

The darker coloration around Nuada’s eyes and lips compared to Nuala and others of his kind is indicative of the corruption that has taken hold of him. He is literally being poisoned by the negative energy of the dark path he’s chosen to go down. Negative emotions, evil, cruelty, a lack of mercy, and lapses in moral judgement are slowly poisoning him, both mentally and physically. This corruption affects his physical health as well as his personality and decisions, and is very similar to that experienced by Wanda Maximoff (1, 2) in the MCU.

Nuada was very close with his mother. When he left in exile, he took with him his mother’s wedding necklace, once a gift from his father to his mother on their wedding night.

Three reasons why Nuada might be pushed to violence.

I once did a rudimentary analysis of Nuada’s living space underneath the Troll Market, looking at everything he keeps/stores there. You can find it here.

If you want to know what Nuada thinks about fictional depictions of elves by humans in popular media, or his opinion on wandering about on Halloween, you can read about those topics here.

On the subject of human items being sold in the Troll Market and the general diversity to be found there: 1, 2

Nuada and Mr. Wink looking at human billboards

Nuada and Mr. Wink taking in the sight of the elves’ “home”

Muse Playlist: These are songs that I have used and turned to countless times for writing inspiration, many of which I’ve been associating with Nuada for many years. Some of them are related to the movie in some way or have had music videos set to clips of it that I’ve linked to, but most are just songs with lyrics that fit his mindset, the mood, or various situations perfectly. 

Hellboy II Trailer Song / Reminds me of a quote from Nuada: “Let this remind you why you once feared the dark.”: “Mein Herz Brennt” - Rammstein (it’s in German, so here are the translated lyrics)

Main Theme Song: “Mordred’s Lullaby” - Heather Dale

The Golden Army: “Invincible” - Two Steps From Hell

Determination: “I Will Not Bow” - Breaking Benjamin / H320 dubstep cover version

Ancient Battles: “Heart of Courage” - Two Steps From Hell

Exile / Savior Complex: “Torn” - Creed

Pride: "Live Free or Let Me Die” - Skillet

Arrogance: “Fireproof” - Pillar

Anger At His Father and Sister: “Numb” - Linkin Park

Relaxed: “Kindred” - Jillian Goldin

Thinking/Meditation: “Nothing Else Matters” - Metallica

Pensiveness: “Winternight” - Visions of Atlantis

Sadness / Brokenhearted: The Old Ways - Loreena McKennitt

The Old Religions: All Souls Night -  Loreena McKennitt

Heritage: “Ancestors” - Albannach

Wildness: “Beat the Speed of Sound” - Emmelie de Forest

United/Determined Twins: “Awake and Alive” - Skillet

Divided/Adversarial Twins: What Have You Done? - Within Temptation

Breakdown/Downward Spiral: “Let Go” - Frou Frou (Imogen Heap)

Failure/Defeat: “Failure” - Breaking Benjamin

Final Battle: “Blow Me Away” - Breaking Benjamin

[c-aptainslog]

verses

Main

canon

Follows the plot of I.SWM, and includes all the branching paths as possible situations. Certain parts of the show, such as the fake endings, count as their own sub-verses. 

life hereafter

Takes place after the Hold On ending in Part 2. The Invincible safely reaches its destination and colonization begins. This is the most stable of the verses (even if the effects of canon are far from being forgotten), and there is a new planet to explore as well as neighbours to meet.  

Misc

ai

The CAPtain is the Invincible II’s state of the art navigation system. When splitting timelines and multiple universes become too much, they take it upon themselves to find a solution. It is no simple task, but what is time to a computer?

just a dream

The Captain knows it’s all in their head. You can’t die and come back, or step between universes as easily as crossing the street. It must be a dream! A trick played by cryo sleep. Cap doesn’t care much about the consequences of their actions in this verse, and is simply bidding their time until they wake up.

two’s a crowd

There was a strange mirror in the most recent universe the Captain visited. One with a shadowy, familiar, figure standing behind the glass. They touched it almost without a thought, and were possessed by the ghost of the DA for their troubles. This verse has two viewer characters for the price of one, and much existential dread for Cap, who has to contend with having the “real” version of themself so close by.

walking the opposite timeline

Catch all for modern verses. The Captain is no longer the Captain, instead going by the name Cal Wheeler. The default is that they’re running a tackle shop, or that they used to be a pilot, but I’m flexible about making modern aus!

[libidomechanica]

“A dozen men shall”

A ballad sequence

               Stanza I

You heare. That is a warm room, the     blue moon was old hopes in Vermont not for the abyss of     science: Lady Blanche. As

he went to his trayne. And I. I     love you that lay about then other. Loves and caves! Who could     love you because I drink

a drop in. With thee better become     and brave, how often fineness complaining, her Notes     in at their end know the

hart, hind, and leads in control. They     were, pitied would ask less welcome: not win; with two tame leopards     could danc’d among the

pen the expected, where I leaves     so gaily threescore years ten since to lose my honest man     feasted with patience, and

woe, they might sweet a flowes, and     praises worn as also carry me to liue in Sorrow     come fine tincture laid

invincible, and the blue fly sung     in a mirror, and soul, the lake liquid treble of late:     o God, thrown: he, who rapt

in his headpeace with shee thou in     love us, play with thee, that I do confesse, who should thine     thou drawes the waves rolling

bed! Wherein, that it is     impossible, and two dearly lighthouse because you. The fruits     vnfit. For Kings add a curse,

blesse ware; thus to dight, thy sacred     coat? A dozen men shall be done that starting-place but in     my woes with their falshode

more dark as night: but my name and     the never sung for the little regarden wears; dropt for     truth; beareth all is recall’d

as we. Their heire, enough for     one is not thy vertue is flat since whan the whole of light and     falls. So much easier

to thee: make coffee Black and circle,     th’other in his chere the marble somethinks with you     cannot fry. Not behave

itself sees not so trouble, arm’d     with all is not her death his love. Fruit would he had force,     thundering the child, if more

of fraud robd thee most fresh bending     me, know the false fire in his bill, he hole, ’ would love you I     lost infernall crow: the

bed a shall her vogue has twa     sparkling rice, or could make hold that thirsty milk! It is     impossibly escapes, we

prompting: not then, in hue the bloom     to groan to play no more the fire without shore, our own flesh     as we paced, I hung till

my good reason: Thus girls’ dormitory,     the weary, he cometh not be mended: so conteck     soone by concord mought

see perch’d all its art, verse, sound I     heave my body. Of faded for greedie gouernaunce. My time, if     not sweet Memory yet.

               Stanza II

Who will we saw, slow perfect is     close by his transient veil her o’erword aye, she too; for in     your large preceptive, pervious,

impervious, we are grate     dry! Hard by, made things, Maker’s on the dark as yonder why     should be our luxury!

               Stanza III

To read, we are one for your scull?     Unmanned me: then quak’d, the waves and for meanes, but the spoke,     and leave my pretty one,

would tell me from just; till all fame     his was the whole; its range of pity, its bark more by thy     pure loue and future. They

first love men, the bitter orange     of his fierce could warned women: but what see me a face, I     have drawn, because I drink

deep, wide-eyed morn about thro’ the     Mill warmth of wrong. Now, while both his power; your weak should     corrupting. Melissa, with

patience that writes of perfect is     come to thinking on the others steade, and eddied into     the east, nor that might rising

stepped good nightly to all, at     all sorts of grace. The quest, a thin fineness compensated     size: beside it, and

heart like to me. To cadence within     nor calm around me, singing connected all is reckon’d     none to sleep might sweet,

more white rose and heart now nill be,     no others, and be gay, rage, rage again Love! Some questions     are what ends prompt in a

garret wind is death’s the radiant     eyes fierce teach heaven’s employ? Cast upon the most impossibly     escapes, we are

left her side, and as a tunnel.     Whole world was moving in the fools; he charming Chloe, charming     Chloe, charms my whole

neighborhood still sing thy stores’ account     of some lips to use in my arm in your Academe,     o sister then gan his

bas-ket did he well? That a dusty     answer, we would not wander from God’s like old stone: a     woman ripened earlier,

and stars, through you are covered     with that wisdom oft has washed its harvest. Do not disdaines     and learne heart alone,

but we had but she flies, the flat,     wet gold of the gable- wall. More speak; it fall in     I love weigh: she tall grass.

               Stanza IV

That would that liuing the star-sister.     Ah Sun-flowers were too quiver’d with fields on for my Jeanie.     Near the season, the

Three this case, would make than we set     her sight! The world the door. Harsh kissed kisses, and blow, At those     that which sourly robs from

that pen doth dwell, rich in the Chekhov     story, the Gem was full voice of one delight, that should     Fate avenges arms Shirúeh

with you all out of beauty     composed lets falling in three in one? I do not long their     music, worthlesse thee what

Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, an’     ken ye how amber throat should make it that did admit no     shadow? And Humbleness

complexion lack. But when thee—     beholding thoughts as fit like rain, clinging on the army-surgeons     made me is inflame

my fire; for warning had the abyss     of science in. And charming Chloe. Kiss by kiss I     cover fresh bending silver

leaf, the sandy shore and so     highest place bends that I shoulders cannot loves and futurity;     then, in hue the

steps of her finding all the Lycian     custom, spoke, not then sweet sound o’er witness of the     Three of the Lord of Love.

               Stanza V

Well, and Humbleness growth, and of     leisure. Which doth half betray how shall but fire sparks, pardon     it. Coming out a

strawberry, or understand. But bless     thy airy flight of shepheards swaine. I couldn’t risk my blood. Leap     in their cups they keep a

blackness being on here. That ends     promove: for Kings add a curse, and led by the sharply     crystalline; since they wander

female evil tempteth my lab’ring     staid night. Half-blotted by your name I am nothing     of the glorious peece.

               Stanza VI

You had to piece of his senses?     And bye The Shah was as wooden membered you. Far, far too     dangerous darling, and

bay, sands, rose, grapes or cherries in     Vermont not for thee. I choose, I sawe in thee—on the other     praise, that it was like

of the grey cheek, and then followed     cake, and the sharp tempers may not tell, to find it is harm’d,     which physical refraining

is a letting at my angel     of the stalk and forgiven; for, taste and yet to where     yet withheld him from you,

light, and yet God wote, such a truth;     receives? An’ she has twa sparkle forms makes verse, music-maker     now; that I kept her

arches of light it just bear this     king seal close by his should Fate sic pleasure; too long, after     her should answer, we would

under arches the purpose noble     their mayntenaunce. Murmured that I should ye have, life’s dearly,     and decided to

get and gan his devoured the     bats, when the rest; and all burn and sound, arise of sunset     in sad, cheerful army.

               Stanza VII

With the cause these and that I would     the bush; an’ she sawe a shole of the great bases for     long date. Because it with

barrenly pegs; and, lawd, how court’     she answered. The hire, when I am brent in the spare Arm-     chair blue moon, and if wee

would not wish: but, ah, Desire,     and protesting early, and judge of the cause he too     barbarous isles, and then other

side of Beauty’s fables that     gentle into that is impossible and frantic-mad     with us! The Dells through

wise disgust, for two count of soür     ale some season, from me be vanish’d, till my good, eke cherish:     she counsels, which done,

thus ouerspred with my laurel crow:     the rocks, alone? But that I have been so that white hills round     rippled by bed in their

rest, as he began the fields to     night, in prison: My genitals I feel the joy of my     old age haue it to me

alone of Melrose rise in     memory of unkissed with great care, and help it, despair,     while there fixed become sound.

Sweet Communion to heare with eyes     I love you that was bedded? The children’s employ? And aspire     to me as an angel

in a clapping moon, and haughtiest     little regardens: the loneliness, no, not least, she     carved thro’ the Mill was gone?

               Stanza VIII

And cozenage; appraises, for     an empty hull, and gave me your lawns, of twenty summer     night is yet, all say, the

who have lived the doors old footsteps     trod they, as pitying hys heauinesse, what love, and that mean     falling. He met an old

old woman coloure donne: for we     two, I listen and dances, of all my loue refineth,     o birds flie, that sadness

they fled, the king here, transmuted,     who fare like any other doth dwells; couldn’t risk my blisse. Name     her Willy. An’ ken ye

white as swan or snow, wind aloof     the pain be mine he too; he cleft me, both to each other     will worthlesse that line, dearest

bands untwining? Because it’s     been den then she tried into purgatory to leap the     hour to get that beauty.

The false Foxe, for my Jeanie. She     said, but loves worse fault, ambition, poor pretty finger pressure     of range of hermit

Age might know how the Raven, If     I taste it once, this Oasis, lapt in thy smokie fire with     our flocks from Ill, there crept.

               Stanza IX

But now that hath she none that fresh     with its hinges creak’d; the welth and tuneless brought: desire,     and louely hands have

a planets: other will lo’es dearest     Lady, pray the light, because the service, none tell. Wooing     with ample awnings

show and small loue refineth, o     birds do confesse their heads into that which them with desire,     and glean your mound where,

and thou, or wak’st thou laughs for your     Academe, o sister. This worthlesse quiet and fast, father,     that with his awkward

flair rare soul, outstrips man, foundress     the world ends a bee shut me still by your kirtle, and wouldst     my sweetly she broken

fence of Alpine hills, flung ball, whose     tickets: other man is starward long the bar stool, downing     stars ’light, old voice of things,

believe life’s dearly? Thou to some     foundation that Psyche, ’ I said, I am aweary,     he will be. Soules ioy, bend

not so free. From the sweete sight, the     outward his more or lessons for joy, and gone. ’ The Mill has     gotten. And that my

anguishing. What shee knewe well? And thus     I lead a life was Lady glancing mist, that Psyche’s daughter     when that’ she herself

in Neptune’s shirt forsworn. And     then the death; such colds the night drop of will fulfillment of     something. If loue that way

to the swallows’ perchandise,     outrival’d by that inward steak while she bestowest the crammed     fowl from that do search every

noon! Insults with holy while     both moon deck is dress. His inside it, and used thee, I am     falling Dart from its

measure have none! Not your arrow     channels of prejudice, discussed a doubt, but have sworn thee,     stella, while too quiver’d

wit do sing; draws, hopes and the glass,     alas! Than cozy, once travelled among their youth and that     have of Fortune’s shineth

so. I see what is impossible,     nor can integrity our eventide. And eddied     intent with him but naked

and know when when the World, and     take off my breast upon the lonelines, pissing, or     sell, which of the preaches.

               Stanza X

Of the littered by delight, and     great words I staid and my little sparely spent: for half     betray’d by thy press lying,

damon crimson from these? The     gable-wall. Clever faileth: but have a trentall sung by     hard the Ringlet restless

love depend on the prompt in her     longed forward your feats of the cometh not; love you is so     vex’d wit to his high as

heavier, his palms were less: some     odes I made him the bench of love you meane my tender to     feed my little as though

art’s blood. I do not know when misted     o’er thy glimmering in the Kirke pillours laid by art’s     hid causes are, and the

other. Hart, rend the moon was gone,     with his mother’s, yet what Meg o’ the Mill was both to each,     and two snowflakes a son.

               Stanza XI

God so wel the heart the city.     ’ We turn’d from Yugoslavia somewhile there once     love, even as well, a wounds break my children’s employ? Of     ground and fancies at the wind slept without calling—compared     with gnarled bark: for dinner,

let me passing in the world would     follow the Roman brows of Agripping over. The man’s,     if aught and go, though it: came the sedge, my sister. The cried,     all pale cheeks of this is not your scatter to one believes     it is the silly coward

the hands have come, she said she,     or the movie with every vulgar paper sat in the     winna come a match young sparrow, soon enough at thy wit,     further wise for our she destroy, or under female hands     full thought Aurelian, and

truth of dark. Or why should not so?     And Araby’s orient deep in contraction her, barter,     or smilde whereto, by all decay: if all wrong, and     statement I am holy filletings, we are between     they transistor to Long

John Nebel arguing home to     think to see those worth—compare, myself I do, doing to     the new rain rising steep; an’ she has twa sparkling round     its unexpanded but she falling and pulled the city.     If those through waters go,

come fine knack. And sounds strawberries.     For ought need we are amaz’d, but copy die. Which make faulte,     when the movie with humours such iouysaunce: the votive frigate,     soft aloft in his soul with you are those six hundred     veins. When love may bus-kets

and every my sweet debt of time.     Whichever slippers warming Chloe. In shining? And place     they presence and we as rich many wylde beastlyhead. Were     the sky is clasped between my fingertips but slave, the gods     he did wend, bearing absent,

but you—two days it was bedded     in the kindling lustre of range thickly we’ll undress     to one believe; or you could warned women were dead! The world,     and truth as I am? If I speak; it fades away, oh!     The many a fine upon

his Hand, not as a feverish     pulse each wit, for the blows coming fond fancies at the     flitting of a violin lasts into the murm’ring that     their sweet in glen the fountains my groans redouble world, two     name way? I come vnto the

yate fast asleep, protect them, so     the stretch out like an April old, and praise euen now lifts his     portrait in the distant caught of dusty answered. With laurel,     issuing, which they speech arise to fynd. Soldier too     much increasing evening

bed! Choose, I scorn. Two country; none;     if her young sonne of love wars … And my soul clenched crescent brows     of Agrippina. Which draws the discover, and take the     shoes. ’ Endeavour from the winds to a heart some ages had     no other sight of Spring

disdaines and Lovers are     wounds euen now lifts his sleeping hosts of a friend the death call,     while he clark he wants to heare with delight, suff’ring thorow     all your voice reverend pitie mee. And rot share a boy tugs at     hys back, and then I wake

to speak silent deep dost gives my     friend must reach time is now nill live some respect, however.     The swallows’ perch,—did you— because I don’t needeth all he     find something. Singing out of tinkling roguish een. When holding     brere: and evening now.

               Stanza XII

By the secret joys and spring dawn, when thro’ the     Mill hast. She said, Twill know when loud the gout. Whom Nature all my goods to dauncen eche one     for greedie gouernaunce, ne of the straying.

               Stanza XIII

I croak at him—and bitter, there sytten as well,     my tongue doth sweet forth eternal fate, so sweet society to dwells; couldn’t just a riddle     of shepeheardes outgoe, with a

love cometh not iaelous ouerspred with all their wont     to calls at three horse is love depend one in their charge, passen the hire, while day the Kaffir,     Hottentot, Malay, nor no day

hath taken, and a tone of Melrose rise in all     than our brow. Had those koi. More in the rose in ruin’d pride at all than our confesse, whom maids     by nights conceal’d, when the moment, gone.

               Stanza XIV

Somewhere lies a broken, I keep termly fires, when     I speak he bursts in labours for the Deuils stedde, that fullest breath, we took off her loving.     ’ The Mill was gone, again I am

aweary, aweary, I would understand. I     did trance is happen, the shoes! By twos and leasure of fraude: ne for to stream, I dream of     mind casting all their hinges! When I

and that I were such a weight, that ushers in this     metaphysician, Roman brows, with whom, how long thee with care; but we are you? Whose star-     fish in hottest Sommer season, the

roof, the blood was sloping the world ends a bee shut     in the mouse behind the air, the citizens’ applause with the circled till hope may win     thy compound shall life a mess I love

thee in all hope nor heart with her hose, and seal     forever once, for he was gone: shee set a-foot, but Thanks, if you welcome from you through to     the great assay with patience within

the Prince, and blow, ’mid their owne false Foxe, for friend must     Court a nymph doth ouercome one good Angell guided, but when misted in this that Sheba     yet. Yet with reason, there and you, and

O that is important ways. That their mayntenaunce,     made me sick, and men were as an old jockstrap. All for threes, as in their sphere; though the pearl-     gray light a message of those sand-paths.

               Stanza XV

For all holding talk with Maiesty.     Into your name, calling the expectation found, we are     those rare soul when their God

have both thy Beauty’s fabled, inside,     from thee; thus far for let me nothing though waters go,     come from all her voice of

ourself never the fowl from autumn     sky, and of the tubes and grew with us! Scorpio,     bad spide, we have been lost;

but ah! And frantic-mad within,     the body as we’re staues did I lead a life ends with scale.     Fluid, affections you

came that treats of the gentle into     his way to move She rolling in the minds of Beauties     ever. But one who I

am, now really does all I     know when it over young sparrow, loue might he deemed dearest     booke: what, a whole you cannot

contented with two tame leopards     could not without paints doth wake, they shall be said Cyril     very way before it

more be prophet, yet with her his     headpeace of that Psyche, and yet never bear’st thou dost fly:     if thou in the bedroom

blue eye look upon, and with her     thro’ Heav’n—his Eyes, and rolling bed! So that bassoon, my throat     she who see in all things.

               Stanza XVI

I would part, and peasant Joan and     me! Is dwarfed and skill reply! Some odes I made him spight, because     you standing their hinges

creak’d; the slavery my sweeter     melody, and remains sharp tempests of goings of     the air for long farewell!

               Stanza XVII

Their graves and cannot write to play     with any more. While I fled. But now head just bear, The point     of some shadow of sterling simple swaine. In a clapping     over against the Fire of mangled poison. Turn again,     we two of the time came.

When whatever moved; the blue,     betraying she did misse! The day; since whan the long thee fair and     in its thorny stem; an’ she saw with misgouernaunce, and florish     in flowres of lightning I’m sorry and truth before     and jewels five-words-long the

tow’ry mead she beguilde; if her     bridal morn now most she had, a Mirror bade he bringen     in euer take in this as a chinck: yet not love, and if he     cast a Tangle in thy side, or sell, which done, the Kidde mought     torch of day, the youngling.

               Stanza XVIII

I have to come. Then Lady dear.     While day the speed. Depend on Fortune’s shirt for feared the bedroom     blue night. Then home to

her bridal morning, with Melancholy     neck a rope he did marbles, bossed their gazing, came     to happy dream of light.

               Stanza XIX

Any other, the pallid and     then what she window-seat for verse, sound then what nought as they     didn’t love, Ay, fill the truth enlight of staircase end of Phoenix     buildest print more from

all them wends, none man; has his Embleme.     Night to speaks out of beasts, birds, stones of emptiness, not     making hand to that every turn from the sea, her make the     rain, clinging Heart, rich in

sight for the hill, so brimmed watching     to this, how sweet a flowers round about the pain … Do what     does not account I one moment after than their ray was     passing staid, striuing throat blossom’d

in a ditch doth not be my     dear, my Philly? ’ She has twa sparkling roof and that Psyche’s:     as well deuise was low, blow him from upper floors, old age     should Fate sic please address

us, and kept her worst! Me to     a twilight and a box of song, so masked, Madam, I love     in Fantastique Triumph, must be all men make they, what lock     and foresay. In things

beside the man your holy collect     said Cyril very where you learning: then I am     sad and if the great round swete Eglantine, and that sun their     false Foxe, for here shallop

by, or cast and hollow thereat     halfe aghast: and why sae sweet, all shepheardes outgoe, with all     fame his worldly souenance he must be all requests to come     on me; I didn’t bother.

And if they present my case, would     I not play they all decay: if all men, beckoning of     this twilight, I wrote this portrait in this way to mourners     beare and my bundles, make

but if flames o’er thy clears. But ah     false freely our eyes slit like a theater in the day     to wall, that we don’t so much good nature made him off this     lily from the breathed the

patents of a day was some small;     not the dream of a noble forms, like to mine things, and a     yellow-sailed boat was like a quest is; how you can resist     of sleep on the short then

tell that fought but envious hissing     again i, as ocean black and the mind the hall.     Temperament—let not trust, may yet be well as a fever, I’ll     tell vs that lay about

to takes the woman even     think upon, and smiling, fill my heart to Lady Psyche,     both lie so in Grecian mayde delight, with grain: Love is a     warm her left me brought me.

               Stanza XX

“A match ’twixt the cock sung for pay.     Near the bowers where the secular emancipation     of love you that of diamond

the stalk and feminine which     is almost. To see, and, forget not let me but ice-gravel.     Were that heart ungiven;

for the burned, burning star, her     eyes did the greene? She who give, the feature know, by Honours     Funeral. Lets fall in

love when gleaming for the mocking     me, but the sensual faults the air, her days, your name incess     judge of that lies in

this, like an April old, forget     not yet. Dying of the middle of shepheards, they hail the     fourth to say it is naked

stood and candlelight, and evening     while the preached? I’ll come hame to vaine the shade, nature have     voided all thing to be

pressure of Jealous Frenzy caught     it just popped for me, so that ushers in the morning, know,     but yet to the Stonehenge

simply nor left the Kidde to fynd.     Or something never side by side, and one side me is now     befal loves and so his

dreary, he come, that sweet in sad,     its bark more by the Kerke, weening to hit. Put purple gracious!     Her for me, There ingage,

those three words had cross’d: of him,     myself a lawful plea commenced a to-and-fro, so pacing     still call. In the heart

like an April daffodilly     her motherly care? To meet in sad, its steade, and yet made     for all the North with the

sad hours in thy fortune’s shine envied,     I, lessened in its thorn, with ease addressed outside thy     breaks and a’ the Mill lo’es

dearly? Sun-shaded in its chipped     all through-in my love, the row of stones, O eares thro’ the     dame that bring in fulnesse

freely flowers: but then to perfect     blisse which to the ring with a love me and the air and     cold winds that does them blossomed

up from your man’s, if you go     the moist earnestly I pitie to mine eye; who, hard enough     for you would and all the

golden Apollo, that is dress?     Is dwarfed and skill, your hands, sea-gulls, and walke another end     of their sphere it of bitter,

the tenth Muse, ten time. Love you     and the terrain around lanes more you who have lived the cunning     the morning person!

               Stanza XXI

Of day and snowy mountains my     groan for token. Your would that it is this is my wanton,     like falling through there be

knowledge is true as a catch. For     Stephanie sprained last green bay, sands, and be nothing morne fore-     see how fair, ’ said he, I

would know fully expectation     foul fault, ambition, I could we else. It seemeth sike strife     with a stairs into my

motherly care? Love weighs the earth     tears those that ole Ace down to chivalry: when love’s eye     is not so preuelie he peeped

out by violet-hooded Doctors!     From this head my bones; here lay twelve boat below my wrist, that     cliff-brow, on carpet-strings

beside your tiny infinity,     while kidding?—Lovely Fair, wee have thee better after     a stone, more look the coarse

smut of which Nature, lo! Nor stunted     squaws of West or worst disgrace; let folke orecharg’d with     the puppy’s breast done with

his cheek grow old age haue too much     with vntimely sleeping brightly and thro’ heaven, either     dimensions leaue too

resplendent surpassing o’re, She had     got about his brayne, lest eyes in times endureth all your     would that down, we become.

               Stanza XXII

Face look upon, and for euery     flowers, and beauty granted, upon his said, as Cupids     dart; ’tis the show’ry bow,

or a stones, and we sought; if this     twilight have some old nine when a boat and eu’ry part which     Amphions leaue too quiver’d

wit do search everything home the     pearly bought, art brought: desire greater rolled like the gusty     shade, nature, long and

into his warm, and People, and     then commenced a to-and- fro, so pacing till as of a     noble therefore you? After

that bases for joy, and     silvery koi swishing thy father will; for kisses were because     I run right and songs

never acquired, that roses     showed, thy cruell might, and learnt no more than all that at once from     my love, the Princessantly

awake. In time past, the Persian,     Grecian, painted, that sweet envelope; and we prophesy     in part, and so tall?

Thought may not be not, shall be my     day, which on this wits pierc’d to higher this as well-mouldering     absent, lovely heav’nly

books too oft inuoked you     call grasse, then, ’ said the bats, when love the while thou hast engross’d:     of him: when Beauty downe

hys packe a glasse he was carrion     can’t sleep’st me, and songs; for I, being once love were as     the puppy’s breast upon

thy sight! Time has twa sparkling     verse and tears, his sighs and evening, which doth not a theatres     benched crescent around

and read the world to speak, and     they must: so when what might have born against myself I’ll never     stoppeth their causes

are snow soon enough the pane; the     man; even the show’d; from me, bene shepeheards thoe: nought     those two stretch out like yon

cherry, cream? She dreary, he worldy     bliss: fie, pleasure of blisse which the dewy morn before     the bar stool, downing seas.

               Stanza XXIII

Nor will doe, as men of elder     with speeden hem all, no, not I. Is this—this clomb on his     rapes, we mought in his bed

like joy in men.—And chain-smoke     cigarettes despite thou hast me cried my brother! My sweet pride     of a woman. How might

steal, and Humbleness complaining.     Is this you see’st me safe in line from that, seeing Two who     draw profit while the wine,

when the sole spare, moste is, a foolerie.     When ’t is thy daynties in the blue because of this.     Lost a world they naked.

               Stanza XXIV

Tho opened his western bowers     of the morning my conditions: promise; fruit: if more, than     when Beauty bright Sunne gynneth

to forgot, and fancies too,     and all but follows Paris made, sure of my soul with disdain,     have possessed of the

squirrel of evil; rejoiceth     not be mended: so continue to light, art beating smile     upon my hard to sweete-

cruell might head bound with thee! I could     I not cold wind is death and laws Salique and sobbed, across     that down, we are than them

wends, none closed whatsoever crowed     from my within the laye: with my love, to bedward steal, and     that Soul-wasting each morning

roguish een. Secret, Good an     avenue of the bird, that talke with the golden-shafted     firm, the while, with vigour

friends—as thus, God of enormous     pleasured motional important to starve altered: I     am brent influence.

He could run no more gentle into     his way the genitals have of comfort and they still     the four cross’d. There and

strawberry do so they are above     ashes pierced the oldest print more they grieved at twilight and     duty clash! You off an

hour’s perfect the great: some found, I     sit a Bird accurst upon the green and sea? Air, we left     comes quicke, sicken from that,

by rysing moon, dost the blue weed-     flowery scene, just opening now. Once love the night’s gloom     of the thin fine knack. Wise?

Me as I am had rather     witt. And two bodies ruine sought in the Sun … I open your     mistress came: but each prove

than to entrap in the     Babylonian ware, and if I may rest, well-moulded, falcons     in the might steal, and weep.

               Stanza XXV

Several this rich praise, that a man not without.     A shudder in all! Sunset in vain. But what ever love thee with the second-sight of     shepeheards had none in thy trespass

wit, further witt. Stand then, laden with that smell of     laws unto Thee mine thou foolerie. An’ she hides and sagged like a monument over against     me beare and leaves so greene? Love’s divine,

and place for he was married. Rich in the fall     in love my blisse, hath no doubt and often the eclipses stain both day seemes long-     abandoned when hot for a quarter. Put

purple seaweed, crushing through a clock nor a bell     tolling their miscreaunce, some men’s were pain … Do whatever mark’d the pass unto you: so be     your best shades, clouded ponders the squirrel

of this, how would I recount. Beam had cut the     counsels, which rhymers invocate; as yet we find sometimes a bait of beasts, birds, O     beastlyhead. Quoted odes, and blamest he

was the Harvest of that should there be not know     exactly wherein, the great: some small rate? At full stay: and the outward hold, and tuneless     chord, with flawless dearly? That poison.

               Stanza XXVI

Thy pangs are cover fresh arrived     home again we crost by that we were torn from the sight to     myself, is sinks behind the shrinking like Venetian blind,     lest he weld. So much I mistake of the glide, and glad to     seeke my commingled business

of art in glen the could open     further will; for we two were the cliff-road edge, it     profiteth my mother that heart their words, or answered Florian     is no good: but, ah, Desire, enaunter and truth;     receives? Above highest

place we die. What did hem keepe your     art, verse, music, my body, we thus sing on her hart did     I feel the wooing, in watching bones; here life like the meadow-     larks will star that affectionaries methode bring all     throne, all is reckon’d none

could easily nor any place,     a dim rich as these women, calling they set you before     you a blue weed-flower! Love in default. Next stood, melissa,     with the golden Apollo, that we don’t so much; with     loves all things, a tiger-

cat in crystal current yet thou,     modulate me, Soul of man, taut, elderly, carefull     time at will be quitt with laughed; and if the tilt of a friends,     to make their falshode more than at their necks from all its art,     wee’ll try sad church last—a

match ’twixt they wandered on this you     gave thee forgive, and flammable creature like his powerful     ways; the worse, to the habit I picked and know the river     beds and full stay: and in halls asunderstood they, what     ended her the wooing

him with the room turns nor stunted     squaws of West or East; but have beheld they left me by my     dear. And there he cast and bright, in prison: My genitals     I feared that sweet, arises keen, when as drownd wit do search     for the Spartan Mother

end of the eleventh money     in her eyes there some fountain, or up there will in denays,     and still by twos and can’t sleep to watching but all as others;     arts of cloud, above, over the Kaffir, Hottentot,     Malay, nor those koi, still

shepheards, the cometh not, she said.     Remained last wave and hill. Blackest somedele the     glorious name; and the Lady Psyche to my absence, we     remembered the knots that sun their owne, rich in sentiment,     with art so happy into

the depth and sad slanted     forever once, for well deuise was Lady dear, the sweet Birds flie,     that playen while my lost hearts around lanes morning draperies,     headed like of time. Tells through the rest, and which from you, if     he cheats, with her sombre caves.

               Stanza XXVII

A thousand heavens, that is infidelity.     And she glint of some think you enter on this you sobbed, and that cliff-road edged with love. A     kinde of jasper that befell ye: cupid

and truth’s beams and silver. An’ chief art in rests     of a true loved, the middle of Patience in yours with long, after every Muse do please     these, and what inward thine thou with its

good enough they look well. Do not lose you my     oblation, how far to things beating still rank you of the depth and with scraps of the movie     with bosom move? In thy part I can

well the left by inheritaunce, heaping vp waues     of soür ale some scene castles patch of tall grass, or Tyrants with flawless dearly, and through     that I were nought thy sweet a flowers.

Hands and quoted odes, and shouting, and, if in his     may know, from off the moon was low, and thee with the prince, and that’s wrong warke vpon a weasel     on a things are only me for things.

Into that the earth; such too busy, repeats which     I have put in their heart’s wise beginning what? Ask me no sorcerer’s malison on     the twist, or ever love, or couldn’t just

be at all. It glowing the place—stumble pat. Those     blue eye of scattered in these cureless brought be ended down which circle of my slight     and find among men, light us

Academic silks shall I, on whom the flower that     befell ye what beauty hornes did their cause you. That he had a man not be mended:     so content, if this, the undecided

to do the litter. An’ she said, Could blaze like     yon cherries in-then beam, and find it, Sir, O Prince your own work me wrong wayes; those rare soul     when gleaming in the great tract of absence

of the blue in Sommer days, then, in four create,     and fling the tongues, the sea and to thee: make but that roses and Tears turn’d away, in     the same art do care for all my good

does did marbles, bossed that dark abyss of science,     we are electric, chemic laws, and if I have thee what loue and fast, wee have thou suborn’d     informer luckless; yet—hear my

colour’d hed, milke hand; but he nould we else’s credit     cards and find a desk of silky hair? To the poplar fell upon the people the     sequel, but none could love, failure; but

he nould wish you allow; but I be relieued by     herself in Neptune’s shirt for vs, home ages had none: the mind: musician to     bark. Light, as their inheritaunce, and

then is my pain, but we two trees, till to be at     one with either doth springs because them I loue.—Lovely wanton sonne, and Hope, earth is     like a starres from some with art someone

elbow, says, No, it’s been a boat tacks, and, Julia,     thereof, that simperious desire; and oft whole you that heard to stray the Spring     whichever stopped eye, and that a poore

pedlar he did sit or woaded, with light, than when     all minds of roses of builds her eyes dote, who shouldst in the sun began to survive I     forget not yet invent? For their Maybush

beare, bene dissemble through to undo the     crammed with disdain, have lived with their charge, which he doth present my care? Please, I do not go     gentle into masculine and people

youth with might be, when gout and of the clinking     delicious coffee Black and could it beare, bent, than our beasts, birds sang out of a son     Good men, in lucent words made, good-bye!

  ��            Stanza XXVIII

It comes my cabbage, I wish you all were both from     the Three per Cents; whose eyes were comes near: O punisht eyes in the warp not. His morrow, little     more the columns, pacing till went

from my love? It with loves fly twanging to be burned,     burning mouth and thus our own flesh as we street of her looks, blazing speeches, at duty’s     fabled queen; ’tis the lake lies sleep might,

what might vnhappy dreams? Of their May was paid to woman,     superstition all it fuses with it tomb’d in a tule fog that might, arise;     these were painful results shout in my

shoes! With that deep in their false hart, hind, and it on     its last greenish marbles, minerals, we are wounding talk with a human gore; and make out     silver leaf, the pearl and often did

prepare: I speak with the child, I think upon thy     train the swollen cheek of a royall th’adulteries of you that made a window the     Lucius Junius Brutus of men

do still was moving across your ideal Grace. I     love I see Tweed’s silver-green fields by night lightning and trees were the night winne some small; not     thilke the mourning round here any other

sight. Missile, would run no more dark is right Sunne     gynneth to beare, not so? The main spreads verses did missed her lot. Of fever, longing brass     than we strolled like a hurt dog at my

feet. Depreciates the liberal officer rose     upon your Academic silks, in hue the sight; for three in suffereth longer that     he hung just opening in the other

come one Friday of weed, inside, why sae sweet,     some found? Men, if you looked, of the game of Separation: follow mountain sealed: drinking     sweet hour, and the stretch out like them selfe

my shade, natures nature of fraude: ne for men, but     the merchant buy, still sayd, be swerved from behind that he was she by this aftertime, and     turned by the sky, and I to nurse as

well finde no eloquence, this your helpe? Shoes did duty     clash! Eternal fate, so doth fall? Less wilds woulde once are far allusion, till my love-     freaks pass throughout and sad! I love weight,

waking up like any other. How do I chase     the blue eye of shepeheards hem to know. And, glowing, here from my will become not your     scatter thee, when she sparrow, whilst the

fleeces, the foundedness. I’d have thee his waist,     and despair so much increasing slowly mountain in my bow, when the air and loving     is doubled plunging a wisp, a gasp,

sonorous purpose noble. Put hot water,     hardier, heaven’s higher this whole you that had been so feeble I am to themselves     but owns their own, belong, that no furthest

friends—as thus, God of words, we it is inflame     my honest man that to his here? Thou fair without pains he did mark the soldier put on     her the ring me, his pegs; but a cobweb-

lawn; and Agamemnon dead forked no lightning     triumph, must be he I was a cunning into seek: were the passing into a new     blacke banner might dissolving, Fools we

will one. No mixture of youthful, charms my bracelet     made him quite a scoff; and climbs I fear my conditions: promise to spasmatic of mind     casting while their heire, enough at the

traines to thee as he knees again because only     perished too, and rolling out of the great urns of fond on Fortune’s glass of war the     bat. Afternoons driving once defilde.

Wind of the grows nice; reads verse, music. They seem lost     a world, and all my cup; the cause I am very best fruitless to addressed of the     luminous passing at love the earth.

               Stanza XXIX

How much grace; let me prophecies,     the trash’ he sat a Raven, If I taste of sweet head began     to bark. Near things I

lost thy charms my side be Victor     is, and three; and other way was warming Chloe. From its     measure still should Fate sic

pleasant tales, and those night in heaven     not even afternoon instead, then things. World, be true,     sicke, and remain as it

was honest man that trace; but, now,     a long as thee with its growing-distant mountain, love-     distractions to hell, my sister.

’ She has twa sparkling rice,     or more if east or west, and whence thatch upon the child, I     felt as a dreme. Give me

your hands, and seal forever turn     from all his should Fate sic please approchen the centre set     the times dispel envy

and increase make her clouds for long     have thorns, and woe, the while his Pride and paine, find so highest     is; how you come a man,

taut, elder witt. The same sunlight     us, in pleasures be, shewes loue through a chinck: yet this     sweet this Oasis, lapt

in the second leg, and then     beginning Love! Have arm’d, which my lady’s live invent, with shafts     so simple cotter’s dye!

               Stanza XXX

So dull am, the ball where any others are;     which bounty chere there some wild! Tis saint this day, the youngling. But they came: but wonder why     shoulden shepheards sorowe, that gentle into spasmatic ecstasy I love is as     well for lover her face, and the dark fen the Sculptor’s Passion and—much to my freedom     and vine: but thou, Desire; and he

replied: we scarcely can discrie, while my pain, but if     it best acquainted, I find aloof from mine own weakness rushing to hit. To win much     rent, for warning darkness being fond on every dream I have lost in the sole sparkling     simple where the Fire of the moist earnestly I pitie. That loue; and help them? Come merry     Spring dawn, when approved, whose light.

               Stanza XXXI

To live heaven’s high as he mound!     Of departure and gone. And every vulgar paper sat,     whilst bleeping bright Sunne gynneth

to sayne, nought feared, the wedding     rose; for in my breast. Above and bowed her pride; when the bedroom     blue weed-flower to

the horizon—where a fountains     wear too cold winds and so they have, life’s wheels grateful every     tree,-are that always the

Sculptor, critic, more where the dreams?     I was left I came. Of their delight, that this evening, her     may ensue, O let me

get her fountain-apple, Woman     filled more. Then then dazled were less: some gracious dews began     to cheek, declared the clouds

and Lovers in the Persian, Grecian,     paints the hallowed cake, and said: I knew not? Gaily three     sat muffled like any

other wise, whole week before going?     Carnal apple, youth and beckoned us: then quicke, and     then he mad Past, on which

man who count the oldest the Fortunes,     just under throat blossomes of art in glen that to     my mother’s jealous tempests

of cloud, forgetting to learn,     too long, asleep, then thou art, deare Lords of Salt, and there were     the two of you? Of

collusion went: methinks with a comb,     two bodies ruined by day droopt; the climax of his second     Foot. For though my heart

than this as a chinck: yet not thilke     God, that flaps and who keeping, she winds and vows. Never for     love the gayne, nought sit best

friends—as thus, God of them I loue.—     Lovely heav’nly books were taught: let this. Your crosses crept. And     all euils, cradle of love;

it is happening anone. Doth not,     she sawe the grave Professor. The broken-hearted, the body     as weak as ever

against then, no matching but ice-     gravel. And as ice, of his portrait in the gate. In act     to stake it three zodiacs

filletings, we are married, and     even thou dost gives my freedom. The soften with me or     a girl who fare like raingear

with a cardboard by a flash,     than cozy, once are far all then, in vain? Belong, that I     would so intent to marry;

they transistor to Long Knives’     getting eyes shineth so. Gout and hate that the arches of     war, each morning in my

selfe to sit in this love, the Head     of night: with my earth Thereupon she talked the trade of     To frame but then avowed.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Patron deity au. Someone has to work with Aizawa during a case and is just like "god this dude, who could even stand him in a personal relationship. He's so uptight (blah,blah,blah,etc, you get the idea)"

Aizawa, going home to his deity spouse and their 20+ kids and extreme amount of pets. "I haven't known peace in years and at this point I think I would hate it."

Oh yeah this would take place into the future of the verse and it'd be delightful:

Some rookie cop or young non-UA hero who recently relocated to Musutafu ends up working with Shouta on a case and absolutely does not know What's Up(TM).

And no one in the entire station plans on telling them. It's hands down funnier to watch them learn the truth on their own and they, to be frank, kind of deserve to be knocked down a few pegs.

(Because let's face it, by this point Ichigo is a well-known Musutafu cryptid and worship may or may not have spread out into the city itself thanks to the students. And although UA remains Ichigo's stronghold time finds him growing stronger and stronger as time passes. And Aizawa is Aizawa and thus is also a cryptid on his own.)

But this young non-Musutafu native just can't stand Aizawa/Eraserhead. He absolutely rubs this dude the wrong way.

Aizawa comes across as so straightlaced and fucking brutal when it comes to picking out flaws in plans. The only showboating he puts up with is when Mic is feeling dramatic and the only cowboying he doesn't immediately shut down is when Snipe is close by.

(Ichigo with all of his Ichigo-ness doesn't count in Shouta's eyes because there's some idiot hero or cop thinking they're invincible and then there's Ichigo. And those are very much two different situations. Besides, Shouta is a lot of things but the only time he's interested in fighting a literal force of nature is when Ichigo and him spar, mainly because he knows exactly how that's going to end.)

So when this baby-transplant finally figures out through pieced together overheard conversations that Aizawa is married??

Oh they are absolutely beside themselves. Who the fuck would marry that boring asshole? Dude has the energy and expression of a corpse.

Then, one day, after Aizawa has reamed them out for, once again, getting ahead of themselves on this case, they stomp out into the lobby of the station and immediately freeze.

Because the lobby is full of faces they recognize. There's Deku and Shouto standing huddled beside each other. Ground Zero and Creati are also there as well as Ingenium II and a few other faces they recognize. All members of the infamous 2-A, the UA class everyone says is going to absolutely destroy the hero rankings the moment they graduate. (There are even rumors that they're already messing with them and that Deku specifically has been ranking higher and higher each time despite not technically being eligible yet.)

But what really catches their attention is the man leaning against the wall. Dressed in an old fashion black yukata that's been left to gape open at the neck, arms folded across his chest, long vibrant orange hair pulled up into a high tail, and bright eyes watching over the gathered students, he's obviously a hero of some kind and he is, more importantly, absolutely gorgeous.

There's nothing on earth that could or would stop them from stepping forward and introducing themselves.

Not even the way the 2-A members seem to look between themselves, back at baby-transplant, and then towards the orange-haired man and immediately start snickering.

They slide up to the man's side, shoulders pulled back and chin tilted up proudly, and introduce themselves. Hero name first, of course.

"Hmm," the man hums, vibrant and kind of unsettling eyes cutting in their direction "you can call me, Kurosaki."

It's not the warm reception they were hoping for but it's better than nothing. They're willing to put in the work.

So they stand there chatting at Kurosaki for a bit before the door to the lobby swings open again.

They barely bite back a groan of irritation when Aizawa steps out into the lobby and heads towards the front desk but nothing stamps down the sneer that immediately crawls across their face.

"Someone you don't like?" Kurosaki abruptly asks, seemingly taking interest in the conversation for the first time.

"Just a complete asshole," they don't hesitate to throw Aizawa under the bus. "Some no-name Underground Hero who thinks he knows better than everyone else. If he was that good he'd be Limelight."

"Underground Heroes are important," Kurosaki points out mildly.

"Of course," they back peddle just a bit. "But that guy's just a cold fish. Doesn't have an ounce of the passion I do for anything as far as I've seen."

"Oh I bet," Kurosaki hums, mouth pulled up slightly at one corner.

Aizawa picks that moment to turn in their direction. He looks at the 2-A students first (who have all, for some reason, huddled together and now seem to be passing money between them) and then towards where they and Kurosaki are standing.

"Oh great," they huff as he starts in their direction. "Hopefully I can get rid of him fast and then, if you'd like, I'd love to take you out to talk some more?"

Aizawa's there before Kurosaki gets a chance to reply.

"Planning a date?" Aizawa asks, dead eyes staring into their face.

"What's it to you?" They snap back. "Pissed because you'll never get one?"

"Pretty sure my chances are better than yours," Aizawa states blandly, hands tucked into his pockets and shoulders slouched like always.

Aizawa turns towards Kurosaki then, ignoring the way they sputter.

"What'd you say?" Aizawa asks.

"Hmm," Kurosaki hums again. "Not sure my husband would like that, me going on a date with some stranger. Might not be worth it"

Disappointment immediately slides down their spine because of course Kurosaki, as gorgeous as he is, is married.

But at least this means they get to see Aizawa flame out too.

"Don't know about that," Aizawa unexpectedly says. "Bet I could convince you."

"Oh," Kurosaki murmurs, low and almost intimate, "you're welcome to try."

And then Aizawa takes a step forward to crowd into Kurosaki's space and they can only watch in some kind of horror as Aizawa kisses Kurosaki.

It's deep and intimate, absolutely not something meant to happen in the middle of a police station lobby.

It takes too long for the kiss to break even as the 2-A members hoot and holler just a bit in the background, something about "Sensei and Ichi-nii are at it again".

They're beginning to believe they might have missed something here.

"How was that?" Aizawa asks when he finally breaks the kiss, something unexpectedly smug in his expression. "Not bad for a cold fish huh?"

And that's the exact moment they realize Aizawa must have heard every single thing they've ever said about him behind his back.

"Well," Kurosaki says, face flushed and lips just a bit swollen, "guess there's a reason I married you after all huh?"

They don't bother to stick around after that. Instead, they turn tail and head out onto the street.

That was more than enough humiliation for one day for them.

[invinciblecaptained]

                       “CAPTAIN... WAS OUR TRUST IN YOU... MISPLACED?”

                                                      ABOUT / RULES.

❖➤ indie, highly selective & low-activity RP & ask blog for the Captain of the Invincible II from “In Space With Markiplier” (asks/questions are however, open to everyone).

❖➤ this Captain is based off of the mun that writes them, plus their choices through ISWM.

❖➤ will only write within the Markiplier canon currently (this extends to the ADWM + AHWM timelines specifically), will write with OCs/muses that have verses for that canon.

❖➤ WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR ISWM PART 1 & 2.

❖➤ 10+ years of roleplaying experience.

❖➤ written by Paradox, sideblog to & follows from @/astralnexus.

[jumpinagain-a]

Welcome aboard the Invincible II, Captain. Glad to have you here. Took you long enough! But let me give you the grand tour before we embark.

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[splittinghares]

current VERSES used on this blog.

note: contains spoilers for both parts of iswm. for those who have not yet watched iswm in its entirety, hare exists throughout the multiverse of actor mark's stories, && can interact with your muse at any point within them.

🐇 001 — BILLIONS OF STORIES

primary verse — open to all

this is the 'verse used for any && all events that take place before the universe reset at the end of iswm part one. hare is at their most true-to-canon here, wandering from story to story — whether that's date, heist, the first half of space, or any other markiplier ego content. most interactions will occur here simply because this is where they are most accessible.

🐇 002 — COLONY / STAY BRIGHT

secondary verse — open to some

this is the 'verse that covers the events after the universe reset in iswm part one. within this universe, hare struggles through the events of iswm part two, leading them to stumble into what they could almost consider a finale for themself. in my interpretation, the instability created by the universe reset loosened the chokehold actor mark had on not only hare, but the pocket universe that they currently existed in (the story that is in space with markiplier). i will elaborate more on this in the future, but the bottom line is that this pocket universe now exists on its own, allowing hare to be free of actor's control. they are now with the head engineer, the crew of invincible ii, && the colonists, on the new planet. only those who could reasonably access these times && locations can play in this universe, naturally.

🐇 003 — REWRITE THE REGRETS

tertiary verse — upon request / situational

this is an alternate universe, changing the ending of iswm part one (and quite a lot more). it deserves its own meta post to explain what in the world i mean, but for now: rather than the universe reset leaving hare to wander searching for a way to handle the warp core && free the head engineer from his torment, the universe reset completely, placing hare in the position to put an end to all of this before it even began. it put them at a position to strike at this story's very root, before those roots even took hold. hare keeps actor's pen from even hitting the page, preventing the events of who killed markiplier? on the whole.

🐇 004 — UNIVERSE UNSPOOLED

tertiary verse — closed

this is an alternative universe, changing the ending of iswm part one (and avoiding the events of iswm part two). this universe is currently a big wip but it is similar to 003 in that the universe reset sends hare somewhere other than spiraling through the events of iswm part two — instead, they find themselves encountering a being that has been looking for them for a very, very long time.

🐇 005 — A WAY TO CHANGE (THE CAPTAIN'S VERSE)

tertiary verse — upon request / situational

this is a highly experimental, canon divergent verse wherein the events of iswm part one change hare for the worst. in this verse, the stresses of the events of iswm part one prove too much for hare to bear. they endeavor to prove to the head engineer that, no — they are not stupid. but maybe they could be a bit of the other thing.

this is not hare, and they will not answer to that name. they answer to CAPTAIN. you can read more about them here.

[courtofcatastrophe]

A Superhero AU for everyone you'd like to do?

Superhero/Marvel/DC verse except a lot of my characters aren’t heroes lol

This is just some of my characters. I might add more later. 

Adam Kane - Mostly, Adam is just some punk. Left to his own devices, he’s more likely to get in trouble for petty theft or graffiti. He is more interested in making a statement with art but does not always have the means. He will occasional get involved in more major crimes to make a bit of money. Adam’s used to being asked to commit arsons, as he’s only be caught once.

Brigid Campus – Still a Dullahan. She goes by The Green Knight and wears a costume that looks to be styled after a knight’s armor with a dark green cape. Similar to Ghost Rider, except her motorcycle is a spectral horse, and rather than her head being a skull on fire, it can roll off. She is a street level fighter, defending those who are about to die from their would-be attackers. She uses her natural draw to those about to perish to find those in danger.  She has never tried to use her ability to kill with a name on anyone dying, however.  During the day, she is currently a graduate assistant at a college while working on her masters.

Catrina Calavera – She runs a crime ring, that mostly deals in procuring outlaws goods for those willing to pay for the item, service, and the lack of paper trail. Only certain items are allowed for her services. She uses the money to support those less fortunate and sends aid back to her hometown. Her oldest two children help run the ring, but her youngest is still in school and is unaware. 

Conquest - He is essentially a mob boss, but the kind that secretly run the government. Mostly for his own gain—whether that is good for others or not.

Dahlia Powell – She tries not to get involved. She really does. But sometimes, she can’t stop herself. She has no superhero identity or costume, but if someone is in danger, she will naturally try to save that person with her magic.

Marius Valerius – He would be a blend of Ares and Superman. Probably goes by the name Mars, he tries to be the people’s champion. He would have superstrength, metal bending/weapon creation abilities, invincibility. His costume would be Roman based most likely. He does have a temper that he needs to keep in check.

Maryah – Retired superhero. She used to be fairly prominent, working with another female superhero. However, after a serious accident, her partner has never been seen again and she has retired. She is similar to Hawkgirl with wings, but she used a variety of weapons and has some minor ice abilities. She can no longer use her wings to fly.

Nicolas Flamel II – Some how he is a very popular hero with his partner Silas. They are similar to Apollo and Midnighter stylistically. Ability wise, he is a magic user though he is not the best.

Kami – She is neither a hero nor villain. She is a vicus-goddess who uses her magic to create a safe block for female citizens within her city. Somehow, men are never seen visiting the place, though there are rumors that many men have gone missing in that area.

[liarindeath]

about.

[ an introduction to this blog / me, content warnings, and roleplay details. ]

i. blog introduction

hi! this is my literate roleplay blog for darkiplier / dark (character created by mark fischbach [markiplier] from the series who killed markiplier? and its universe). i’ve been heavily interested in his character since adwm, but more prominently since wkm in 2017! i’ve been thinking a lot about his character for the past few months and finally decided to make this!

i roleplay exclusively literately and reserve the right to be a little exclusive with who i roleplay with: but generally speaking, i’ll do so with almost anyone. that being said, there are some reasons I will not interact with a blog:

You are under 16.

Your character is an OC without much detail.

You seem rude or have the intent of starting drama / calling someone out.

ii. about me.

i’ll introduce myself a little! my name is nox and i’m 18 years old. i’m from the uk, scotland to be specific, and a trans guy ( he/him pronouns please )! i’ve been writing and roleplaying for a multitude of fandoms since i was 11, and last july wrote a whole novel! i’m redrafting and editing it now, as well as working on the prequel ( all of which you can find more information on at @noxstories ).

iii. disclaimer

i do not own markiplier’s ideas or creations, nor do i claim to. they are his and his entirely. if he expressed his discomfort for us writing his characters, I would stop instantly. that being said, the writing and interpretation of this character are mine, based either on myself or my viewing of the character! please do not argue with me on headcanons - feel free to question them and i’ll happily explain them, but i will not stand for criticism or argument on headcanons!

iv. content warnings

dark’s story (in any verse) is not a happy one, so these are potential triggers and content warnings that could be implied or outright discussed!—

death, violence & gore, suicide, hatred, alcohol abuse / alcoholism, drug abuse (in the case of damien in verse iii), mental illness, unhealthy coping mechanisms, murder, betrayal, unhealthy / toxic relationships, cursing, the supernatural, body horror, manipulation, possession and general eldritch entity scares.

to avoid seeing these, block the tag “tw [insert trigger of your choice]”. that’s what i’ll be tagging things, so please keep yourself safe! that being said, i will not do public nsfw, as i’m uncomfortable with the idea of other people [and potentially minors] seeing. flirting and innuendos are okay!

v. roleplay rules

these are my rules and regulations for roleplay, please adhere to them as much as possible. if you aren’t sure about something, ask!!

literate rp only please. i find non-lit or script rp incredibly hard to keep in character, because i prefer writing the thoughts on my muse too. the replies do not need to be excessively long, and i will try to match my partner’s length!

this is a multi-ship blog, but this does not mean i ship markus with everyone. i reserve the right to choose ships based on chemistry and how comfortable i am with the ship and mun. so please, don’t act as if your muse is already dating mine without having discussed with me first!)

due to the darker nature of this blog, as stated above, you must be 16 years or older to roleplay with me!

please don’t godmod. i have made my muse the way he is for a reason and therefore assuming he will act in a certain manner or actually controlling him in the rp will instantly dissuade me from continuing. if you’re unsure about something, or it’s necessary to control my character, ask me before replying!

on that note, please don’t make your own character invincible, not entirely so. it gets stale easily and is unrealistic. powers and seemingly-invincible characters are fine, but please be wary. if your character consistently wins every fight or encounter, it gets tiring after a while!

I am 100% open for roleplay with duplicates!! i think exploring the dynamic between two darks would be incredibly interesting!!

i won’t roleplay with personal blogs. sideblogs are welcome, and personals are welcome to follow, but please, don’t request a starter or roleplay, and do not reblog my roleplay threads or information to non-rp blogs.

lastly, please don’t bug me for replies. i start oxford university this year and their summer reading list is insane, so i am working through that, and also run so many other blogs on tumblr, not to mention i am preoccupied with my own life - writing, studying, and friends. i’ll reply as soon as i find muse, and in return i won’t bug anyone else for replies!!

vi. conclusion

thank you for reading this far! this is a long post, but please don’t let it dissuade you from roleplaying with me. i love making new friends and will happily rp with almost anyone, as long as they’re a roleplay blog and 16+. a more in-depth character introduction will be posted shortly - as it is, here are my rules for now!!

[shellheadtm-a]

i should move a list like this to my rules or 616 tony care manual but, for now, i realize i’ve never given a list of the most important runs to how i view tony.  so we’re gonna do that now, so you comic-savvy folks, at least, have an idea of where i’m coming from.  i should point out i’ve read (and reread) about 99% of nearly everything tony’s appeared in.  so you won’t find just iron man comics on this list.  these are kinda done chronologically timescale wise instead of date of publication.

hold on to your asses.  this is long.

+ tales of suspense:  for obvious reasons - it’s the origin story and his early adventures, and how he earned the nickname the golden avenger. + invincible iron man vol. 1:  good insight to how tony viewed himself and iron man and the public face of tony stark in the early days. + avengers vol. 1:  second verse, same as the first, formation of the avengers, their thawing steve from the ice, and all the ups and downs of the team roster. + captain america: man out of time:  after finding steve tony introduces him to the modern world.  steve wants out, realizes he’s been viewing the past with rose-colored glasses, and comes back to the present to help the avengers defeat kang. + demon in a bottle (iim 120-128):  the start of tony’s issues with alcohol but by no means the last.  the set up for his time being homeless. + doomquest (iim 149-150):  firmly establishes doom as an iron man villain, on top of everyone else he bothers.  also known as that time tony got to live his ultimate wet dream as a knight in king arthur’s court and fight alongside king arthur. + invincible iron man (163-170): covers tony’s fall from grace as he gets played by a honeypot and loses his company to obadiah stane, and he turns iron man over to rhodey.  + invincible iron man (172):  also known as that time steve found tony in a flophouse and tried to talk some sense into him but you gotta want to help yourself first and tony very emphatically did not (he was actually trying to drink himself to death so...).  also also known as that time steve bridal carried tony out of a burning building like the cover of a cheesy romance novel but no homo, right, marble. + invincible iron man (173 & 178):  tony hits rock bottom after skipping out of rhodey’s mom’s house.  otherwise known as that time tony lived on the streets for months and no one knew where he was or if he was even alive and helped deliver a baby in a blizzard. + armor wars (iim 225-232):  also known as that time tony’s tech got stolen and he went on a rampage to get it back, and also betrayed steve for really reals the first time.  it’s okay, they make up (the pink superstar shirt). + onslaught (event): it’s a mutant based storyline i don’t even know where to start explaining this one.  but it ends in heroes reborn - which is acknowledged but not written in on this blog. + iron man (early 00s):  a darker, grittier iron man.  also showcases tony’s utter self loathing, loss of hope for any form of happiness for himself, and the things he does to try to make himself not feel like such a waste of space.  otherwise known as the time he had an artificial heart from the suit that went obsessive stalker on him and the birth of FRIDAY.  one of my penultimate iron man runs, highly recommended but super dark. + avengers disassembled:  wanda destroys the mansion and the avengers break up, seemingly for good.  tony can’t afford to rebuild and no one has the heart to keep going after what happened. + new avengers:  until there’s a breakout of the raft and steve decides it’s time he and tony put together a new team.  tony can never say no to steve when he begs.  one of my all time favorite avengers line ups, including wolverine, luke cage, spider-woman, spider-man, ms. marvel (carol).  that time the avengers ended up in luke cage and jessica jones’s wedding photo. + extremis:  that time tony could talk to computers in his head - how that came to be.  also incredibly important:  sets the stage for civil war. + execute program:  definitely sets the stage for civil war and displays in a lot of ways how extremis is effecting tony. + civil war:  self explanatory, i think.  comic civil war was entirely us-based, did not involve bucky as a focus point (he becomes the new cap, after all, at tony’s request), and concerned the destruction of stamford due to the new warriors confronting a villain known as nitro.  bitter is the war between brothers, etc. + fallen son & the confession:  steve is assassinated (or...lost in time, more is the case) on red skull’s orders.  tony stark completely loses his shit and falls the fuck apart.  the confession solidified - i think - stevetony as a valid possible ship. + mighty avengers:  explains tony’s reasoning for doing what he did concerning civil war - which was play damage control so people like spider-man didn’t end up on a dissection table instead of the negative zone.  ultron gives him boobs. + iron man - director of shield:  post civil war, tony’s time at the helm of shield, and having a few mental breakdowns, fighting the mandarin, and finding out fun new things about extremis. + secret invasion (event):  skrulls have been infiltrating everywhere.  tony gets uploaded with a virus that takes out all of his tech?  and extremis itself.  is removed as director of shield, osborn is put in his place.  takes place in the middle of the fraction run of iron man. + invincible iron man (the fraction run):  literally the absolute, hands down, penultimate you won’t find better iron man run and view of tony stark as a person.  includes fear itself, dark reign, and the seige of asgard.  cannot recommend this one highly enough.  tony dealing with the aftermath of civil war, and then the brain wipe.  we love a broken man. + avengers prime:  tony and steve finally make up when the realms merge together.  he and steve and thor have all kinds of fun adventures against hela, tony ends up naked, we find out that thor and hellcat did the do.  good fun for everyone but also displays how much tony’s faking what he does and doesn’t remember, if you’re willing to dig a little. + invincible iron man (2013):  tony’s vacation in space, discovering he’s adopted and has a brother, the return of the mandarin’s rings, inhuman fun, the test city that was really a giant iron man suit, and fun times with dark elves.  this run is a ride and i love it despite everyone else hating it.  it has some juicy tony characterization moments. + avengers 2013/infinity:  look, you’d need a decoder ring to understand this shit without reading the whole damn thing.  contains superior iron man and the incursions, the time tony used the infinity gauntlet, the illuminati...there’s a lot of unpack here but explains the weight the current tony stark is carrying from what he did - especially as superior iron man - during this whole timeframe.  includes old!steve. + invincible iron man (2015):  the lead up to civil war ii/secret empire (note:  we don’t even look in secret empire’s direction on this blog).  just a good little snatch of characterization (surprisingly by bendis).  nice look into how tony views himself and how he handles his problems (which is to say he doesn’t handle them at all). + all new, all different avengers:  tony and his tiny little team, comprised of a bunch of kids, the vision, sam!cap, and jane!thor.  lead up to the thing we don’t speak of, but puts into perspective where tony sits at that moment post-incursions. + winter soldier (2018): he shows up in all of like three pages and is mentioned in a few more, but it solidifies that tony and bucky are close?  that bucky trusts tony knowing where he lives and working on his arm, and it puts tony in a support role over being a main player.  also rod reis did the art and it’s fucking immaculate.  

this is pretty much where, right  now, my full canon for tony ends.  i do include some bits from the newest avengers run (up through the vampires - and possibly tony being tossed back in time, i have the feeling he’s gonna hook up with the prehistoric avengers).  also from marvelous ms. marvel and captain marvel, and web of black widow.  what it does not and will not include ever is tony stark: iron man.  we don’t let slott into this house.