#also idk why the thingy made him so pale he was not this pale when I was drawing him | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

starsmuserainbow · 2 months ago

Text

Pretty much last minute, but, I made some new pics of the costumes of my muses! (Almost no new costumes - only Starlight has something new, and of course I made new things for the one char that hasn't been here last year and her twin bc I had to)

A bunch of pics incoming - and thus a long-to-scroll-post below the cut. Starting with the opposite order, because Star gets enough spotlight already.

Two pics as "appetizer" or whatever before the cut!

Using some existing scene here and simply having adjusted a few things. My initial plan was to bring all my chars onto this scene (bc halloween background, and a good amount of space too), but then I decided against it.

And because I love what I managed to create for him, here's also one pic already of the one char that isn't even a muse here (so far) - Akira, Akari's twin!

I should have moved him further "up" (as in, to the left if you look at the pic as it is here) in the thing I think, but, I only realized that way too late so this is the pic I'll keep.

Akira totally climbed up some church or something when the moon was out and the scenery was just perfect. Whoever he was out with absolutely insisted, multiple times, for him to come down, that it's dangerous and that he can barely stand up there (and on the decoration thingie at that, not even on the roof itself) much less pose, but he didn't relent, managed to find a hold (probably after being close to slipping or falling a few times) and actually pose up there smoothly.

Bonus:

Of course he has the teeth to match, too.

Would have loved to make his group too, but I barely had the time to finish this, so getting 4 more ideas and making them a reality would have taken way too long. Perhaps I'll find more time next year.

Tidbits I want to mention or noticed too late when taking the screenshots: - The ruffle neck thingie, the lower part of the ruffles glitched into his body. It isn't just one ruffle there, it's wider than the above layer. - I did search for a free-to-use background of the night sky with the moon, somewhere on one of these "free backgrounds" websites I found this one, and it did say free for personal use. Slapped it onto here because I of course didn't take screenshots within KK with the skybox visible (I need to actually check that in the settings somewhere when I want it which sucks)

---

Next, of course, Akari! She decided on a costume together with @merveiilles Aoi who is going as Raven, so of course she's Starfire!

Tidbits I want to mention or noticed too late when taking the screenshots: - This is her Idol/Mermaid-Hair, that's why it's so insanely long. It should be a lot wavier than this, because it'll be nigh impossible to get it this straight after it's in her huge curls almost all the time, but I did what I could within the limits of KK - Probably obvious, but, those are contact lenses. Her eyes are red otherwise, after all.

---

Continuing my reverse of going through the characters, next up Pyrrha!

I like to think that whatever Halloween-esque party she went to had a broom hanging like a swing to match the aesthetic of the party. Of course with a witch-costume, she had to use it and get a picture.

---

I would have liked to have a model for Mimi ready for use to combine with Sheshe for this year, but while I downloaded a model before I have not yet found the time to check it out and adjust, so I didn't use it yet. Thus, another time her alone. Oh well.

---

Mar'i again as Mar'i'o, too.

---

I still love my spunky cheerful pirate Lightning. Her white top is still supposed to go down longer than the corset is and "pop out" again below the corset, and not basically leave her with a free belly, but it's the limits of (my skills in) KK.

---

Me-ow~

---

Sheriff Mia is back again too! The colors of the right side feel more like the colors I want, the brown is kinda so pale on the left pic. Idk why, I probably forgot to adjust some settings before taking the screen.

Tidbits I want to mention or noticed too late when taking the screenshots: - Just... ignore how in the second/right pic she has her guns out and has them in her holsters too. I forgot to take off the guns in the holsters. Just imagine those wouldn't be there.

---

No new pic for Moonshot because the whole thing for him is that he doesn't get the appeal, joined because Starfire asked him to, and then proceeds to just stand in a corner somewhere growing more unhappy over time.

---

Actually a new outfit! I had that ready for her already, actually, last year, and now decided that Starlight would very much go as a fairy this time instead of the rainbow she went as last time.

---

Tidbits I want to mention or noticed too late when taking the screenshots: - It's such a struggle to draw those laced-straps there everytime I do something with this outfit. But adding them onto the model in KK doesn't look good, ever, so I have to take the effort.

---

I still very much adore this outfit, though of course there's glitchy stuff at the top of the belt.

---

And that's all! I still love all my chars and their costumes a lot. I wish I could actually have done some things for halloween - I'd still be open if anyone's interesting in starting something even now that it's almost already over - but alas. I'll find the time to be here again properly eventually.

7 notes · View notes

pomegranates-and-blood · 4 years ago

Text

Πολεμέω (Vοσταλγία Winter Blurb)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Πολεμέω (pólemos): to make war, be at war, fight, quarrel (Ancient Greek)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: Winter Blurb #2. The first big fight of the winter.

Word Count: 1591 (yeahhh, you should have seen this coming, I can’t write short pieces to save my life)

Warnings: Screaming matches, Nostalgia style. Angst. Also, as a warning: Ivar. And what the hell, as a warning as well: the Reader, she’s a handful too. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A/N: This takes place around 2-3 weeks after Chapter 43, fyi.

A lil explanation to this: she went to the scouts Ivar had sent around 37 to keep an eye on the Greeks, with questions about how her people were doing, without telling Ivar. To sum it up: CLICK HERE

You pace in the room, twirling your wedding ring on your finger restlessly.

“I can’t believe you’d think I-…” You start as you move, feeling too alike a caged beast in a cage, but Ivar is quick to interrupt you.

“Stop doing that, it’s maddening.” He barks from his place sitting a feet away, and when you lift your gaze to him you find his pale eyes already set on you, the calculating gaze of a predator. You narrow your own, before lifting an eyebrow, a dare, a challenge.

He sighs, licking his lips, and adverts his gaze to the side.

You start pacing again, and continue,

“Of all the irrational thoughts that might run through your head, to think tha-…”

“Ah, but it isn’t irrational, is it?”

Though you turn to him with half a mind to tell him to stop interrupting you, his words make you stop, wide, disbelieving eyes set on him.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

Ivar’s lip curls into a snarl, cold anger but something else, something that makes that anger all the greater there too.

Voice low, accusing, he leans forward and says, “It isn’t irrational, because you hid it from me. You didn’t tell me.”

Slowly, you tell him, “I didn’t think I had to tell my husband of my every move.”

There’s a familiarity that comes after enough time spent together, after enough scars shown to one another, and though it is usually comforting, right now it proves to be infuriating.

Because Ivar knows exactly what you’re doing. He knows you’re trying to push the conversation where you want it to, and he knows how to play against that.

Regaining a bit of calm with the wrong move you’ve made, he points out, “That isn’t what this is about.”

“It is, because wanting to know how the Greeks fare doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“No, you knew what you were doing!” He yells, startling you into silence. You should have known calm would never last long. “You knew what you were doing when you went behind my back to ‘know how they fared’! If there is nothing more to it, why did you hide, hm?”

Your eyes narrow, and you hate so much the way your voice hardens and grows cold, but it is so familiar as well.

“I don’t hide.”

Your husband, ever the conqueror, ever the warlord, retorts with nothing but ruthlessness against the defenses of any, and when you grow cold he only grows angrier.

“Then why did you?” He accuses. You feel anger burning you from the inside, and Ivar continues, “I warned you not to turn your back to me.”

“We both know if you truly believed I had, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” And because you do not like the idea of him warning you of anything, you offer a threat of your own, “Just as if I had truly intended to turn my back to you. We wouldn’t be here either.

That is a move that worked on your favor, and though he refuses to admit it, you know you are right.

Cautiously, as who moves an army through uncharted land, you try,

“I just wanted to know how winter was treating them, I d-…”

Ivar is quick to interrupt you, making your blood boil.

“Then why not ask me, hm?”

“Because I knew you’d assume it meant the worst!”

“So you hid it from me instead!?”

You drag your hands over your face as you start walking back and forth in your spot, “I was trying to av-…”

His fist hits the wall behind him, “Stop that damn pacing!”

Your hands tighten into fists, and instead of saying something you will regret, you give him one last look before you leave the room, the sound of your bedroom door slamming shut echoing in your head for a while.

____

You battle with yourself for too long on what you will say when you go back. If you are honest with yourself, you know what it is you have to say, what you want to say. It is what you are willing to say, willing to admit, that eats away at you.

It feels too much like retreat, like defeat, to admit you did something wrong, though…you know it isn’t. Rationally, you know that.

Doesn’t mean you feel like a beast in a cage and find yourself pacing in your spot the moment you consider going back and voicing your regret.

You don’t know where along the road to this place you became like this, and maybe that is enough for you to understand you always were.

But you do go back after enough cold breaths taken under the pale skies of Kattegat. You go back, and tell yourself you will give voice to words that feel like ash on your tongue.

You find Ivar lying on his side on the edge of your bed when you return, and though piercing blue eyes lift to follow your movements as you enter the bedroom, he doesn’t say anything.

Though he is the one laying down and you the one standing up, you haven’t felt as cornered as you do now. And though it is his body the one curled as he lays on his side almost making him smaller, and you stand with the compulsory straightened back and carefully placed hands, you feel like the one disarmed.

“I am sorry,” You admit quietly, maybe a tad bluntly, twirling your wedding ring on your finger. “I-…It was wrong of me not to tell you, not to ask you instead of the scouts, about m-…about the Greeks.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Will you believe me if I tell you that it was foolishness?” You ask, cautious steps taking you to the bed where he lays sideways, on his side by the end of it.

“No.”

You sit down on the small sit by the edge of the bed, almost by Ivar’s head, though he stays laying down, and leaves you to hate how much of his expression is hidden from you that way.

“No answer I can give you will satisfy you unless you trust me, Ivar.”

“You cannot trust me,” He accuses. “Not the other way around.”

You frown, affronted, “I trust you.”

“Was going behind my back to keep an eye on the Greeks an act of trust, hm?”

Your defense is feeble, it is it wasn’t an act of distrust. And because a part of you still thinks of all this as war, you decide not to raise a defense line that he can so easily push back against.

“Do you think I could love you if I didn’t trust you?

Your words don’t have the effect you intended, though.

For all the control he always insists on exerting over his own body, you think the way he tenses at your promise is far from his control. The line of tension that takes over his back and shoulders, that almost stalls his breathing, has nothing to do with control.

You remember a night that feels happened a lifetime ago, where your heart was stuttering its beats away from your control, and put words in your lips before you were ready to even think of why they were there in the first place. You remember asking him, you don’t believe I could love you?

You remember an answer that as time passed stayed with you, and that the more you knew of him the more that answer revealed. You remember the way defeat accompanied the shrug of his shoulders, before he bitterly pointed out, who could?

“Ivar?” You press, because…he has to know. Right? After everything, he cannot doubt it. He refuses to look at you, and says nothing. Heart thrashing in your chest, you reach with your hand to grasp at his wrist, pointedly hooking a finger between the leather strip of your pendant and his skin. Quietly, maybe more desperately than you intended, you promise, “I love you, and I wouldn’t love you the way I do if I didn’t trust you. You are…you will always be my choice.”

“I cannot fight for it.” He tells you. You have no idea what he is on about.

Still, his words grunted past gritted teeth are contradicted by the way he moves his hand to grasp at your own. You readily accept the trade of your hold on the pendant made promise for the hold of his hand, though.

“Fight for what?”

“Any of it. If I fight for your trust, or your-…for any of it, you…fight back.”

“You needn’t fight for any of it. Or for me.” You point out, but Ivar shakes his head.

“I have to. If I can’t fight for it, then…what? I just accept losing?

It has happened a lot, in the time you have known him, that you have realized truly how different the ways you two see the world are, and how different the lives you’ve led have been.

Now, it is one of those times. To think he sees love and trust as things that he must fight for, that he must wage war and go to battle for, is tearing at your heart more than any biting words could.

At your silence, Ivar talks again, and though he talks to you his voice is so quiet you could believe he doesn’t mean to.

“Whether I fight or I don’t, when it comes to you, I lose.”

“Not everything is a battle, love.”

“To you.”

____ ____ ____

Thank you for reading! Surprisingly, I’m on Ivar’s side on this one. What about you?

About that ending thingy, I wanna explore that more in other works as well as this one, but Ivar thinking he must fight for everything is an interesting thing for me. There’s hints at it in other chapters, namely 35, for example, with this: “’But I have made amends, I have paid for it.’ ‘Have you? Because if one thinks about it, you have gotten exactly what you wanted.’ ‘But I’ve fought for it, I’ve earned it.’“; and both Chapter 8 and Chapter 31 where he talks about having to fight, or nothing coming easy for him. Which, once again, Freydis and Ivar have a lot in common, because to me that difference between the Reader and Ivar is very similar to that between her and Freydis (Chapter 34, and their conversation about how ‘you don’t know what it is like, being alone’). Idk, wanted to talk about that for a bit lol.

This is continued on Στέργηθρον (I posted it right after this one btw) but it can be read as a standalone, I think lol

Hope you liked this!

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @toe-vind-ek-jou @xbellaxcarolinax @angelofthorr @samsationalwilson @peachyboneless @1950schick @punkrocknpearls @ietss @itsmysticalmystery @revolution-starter @the-a-word-2214 @fae-sedai @crazybunnyladysworld @funmadnessandbadassvikings @stupiddarkkside @aprilivar @msrawog

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar #νοσταλγία masterlist #νοσταλγία winter blurbs

58 notes · View notes

tenyacore · 4 years ago

Text

the princess of the sea

-> royalty!au iida tenya x fem!reader

this is the literal bane of my existence. here you go, part 1 of my iida royalty au fic. very loosely inspired by raya and the last dragon and genshin impact, but you can barely tell.

IF THE KEEP READING THINGIE DOESNT WORK PLS TELL ME!! ++ there is a paragraph that gets repeated. im sorry, but every time i fix it, it happens somewhere else. idk what to do at this point. sobbing.

warnings: language. also its long and ends on a cliff hanger oops

word count: 4.8k words

check out my masterlist for more of my works!!

the sound of your heels hitting the shiny floors bounced off of the walls nonstop as you ran. you were a princess, one that was late to the ball being held to celebrate the alliance of four nations that had fought against one another for over a century. as you round the corner towards the banquet hall’s doors, you make eye contact with a tall, blue haired, handsome man- and then fall flat on your face.

it wasn’t often countries came together to make amends after hundreds of years of wars, attacks, and disagreements- yet here you are, making a fool of yourself in front of the prince of lupusvine, the northernmost nation. you rush to pick yourself up, muttering a quick “damn it, y/n,” whilst fluffing your dress back up to its once cloud-like form.

“are you alright? it’s y/n, no?” the man you had seen before now much closer, offering his hand out to greet you.

quick history lesson- the planet was named xenos centuries ago, by four gods. what their names were is hard to decipher; by the time humans were capable of writing and recording history, the gods had many names. there were more countries on the planet, but the most important (to you) were the four nations that were named and ruled by the four main gods, all sharing borders. ruritania, ruled by the goddess of nature, has the perfect climate for farming, raising livestock, and taking trips from the other nations. it was considered a utopia for those who liked peaceful, cottage living.

lupusvine, ruled by the god of wind, was cold. the citizens tend to be either extremely wealthy, or dead, really, as being homeless in the brutal cold would be a slow and painful death. they tend to be strict and uptight, and worship their god’s every word. ambrosia, ruled by the god of fire, on the other hand, was scorching hot most of the time. it was mostly desert, and ambrosians tend to be strong, rough, aggressive towards outsiders, yet loving towards their families.

lastly, oceania, ruled by the goddess of water. oceania, being the nation you were soon to rule, was perfect, like ruritania, hot in the summers and cold in the winters, but not unbearably so. it was the wealthiest nation, not because the rich keep getting richer, but because the nation helps and nurtures those who are struggling. it was seen as a sort of idyllic place, and because of that, the other countries often envied oceania.

one last, probably important bit, before you remember the prince of lupusvine is waiting for you to give him your hand- hybrids are common in xenos. which is why, as you stare at the prince, flustered, you barely notice the wolf ears on his head.

“it…it is y/n, correct?” he hesitates.

“oh, yes! i'm very sorry!” you put your hand in his, greeting him. “you must be tenya, prince of lupusvine!” you attempt to compose yourself while the wolf man before you reaches up to adjust your small crown as he breathes out a soft “yes.”

you blush due to how close he is and he apologizes. “sorry, but i'm sure that with the rush you were in, you wouldn’t have had the time to notice your crown was barely hanging onto your head for dear life.” he chuckles and as your eyes meet once again you freeze- you never knew why people were so wrapped up in rumors and gossip, but you had heard one a while back… that the prince of lupisvine’s eyes were as cold as ice, like the land he came from.

while whispers of his frightening gaze and sharp features may be based in truth, his eyes soaking in yours made you feel as if you were melting- the warm, relaxing smile he had contrasting his straight posture and tense shoulders.

“if you’d like, we could enter the ball together” his voice pulled you out of your trance, and as he awaited your answer you thought of all of the consequences entering together would have. your mother and sister’s worry turning into squealing, eager to have you marry the poor man was one. your father upset that you had never mentioned someone was courting you (which the prince was not doing) while he was searching for suitors was another consequence.

oh, and most importantly of all- what you two walking in together, arms linked, would do to the political state of the four nations. you were the precious princess of the sea! you were oceania’s lovely, pure heir to the throne; if anyone were to lay a hand on you they’d be dead before they could take another breath! little did they know that you had a tendency to be anything but elegant, with a foul mouth and two left feet.

and prince of lupusvine- well he… he was perfect. a respectable gentleman who gives his all to his nation, who works to make their nation a better place. the other three countries may whisper and mock; thinking him a serious, scary soon-to-be king with a devotion to law and order, but he was a far more gentle and loving prince than that. everyone in lupusvine was aware of the truth, and you, placing your hand on his arm, now also knew the truth.

“yes, i would, in fact, like that very much.” you flash him your charming smile that everyone in oceania was in love with and enter the hall together.

the consequences you had thought up in your mind paled in comparison to the reactions of everyone as you two enter. shocked expressions, gasps, and even what sounded like a glass shattering filled the room as you make your entrance and walk down the stairs. hushed tones greet you at the bottom, and as you and tenya part ways, you are greeted by the royal family of oceania- your mother, father, and sister.

“you do realize what that looks like, right?” your sister, isla, barked at you. she had a knack for showing her care and love in the worst ways possible, but you knew her words weren’t meant to instigate some sort of argument.

“no, i don't, actually.” you shrug, before your father gently grabs you by the arms

“the prince of lupusvine is no husband for my daughter, i will not allow it until i know more about that boy and what he might be scheming”

“scheming? oh for the love of our goddess, dad, i'm not going to marry him! we simply entered together” you shake his hands off of you.

your mother cut in with a huff, worsening your family’s freak out. “with how late the both of you were it looked like some sort of… surprise marriage announcement!” often, when your mother becomes flustered, or worried, her extensive, fancy vocabulary is thrown out the window.

“its like you were telling all of xenos ‘hey, look at me put my hand on this big strong rich prince oh also remember how we’re both looking for other royal families to marry into, mostly for political reasons?’” your sister rambles on, mocking your manner of speaking.

“oh, whatever, it’s not really like it matters. the four nations are allies now anyways, what’s the issue, even if i were to be seeing him?” all three of your overprotective family members scoff and walk away, clearly getting the message that their worries wont get through to you. spotting the prince again, you make your way over to him before frantically attempting to walk away as the crowd parts for you only to reveal his very serious and scary family having a discussion with him. instead of walking away towards your sister, you turn and smash face first into- actually, you don’t even realize you just walked into the prince of ambrosia, todoroki shoto, until you look up at him.

“oh my goddess, i'm so sorry” you bow at him deeply, and his father tells you not to worry about it as they continue walking towards the royal family of lupusvine. while the four nations all had their issues with each other, lupusvine and ambrosia have made deals with one another before, and oceania and ruritania were on decent terms. as king enji spoke with the king of lupusvine, shoto gave you a quick wave, before standing next to tenya rather than his father.

you’ve already just about had enough with the party when you decide it’s better for everyone if you were to just leave. you leave the ball and head to lucerne’s garden, a small garden and pond built right into the center of the castle, named after a dragon (which have all since vanished from xenos) the goddess kept as a companion. sitting at the edge of the pond, you’re lost in thought as a hand touches your shoulder.

“it’s nice to see you again, princess.” tenya’s voice just barely over a whisper as he sits next to you.

“no, you’ll get your suit dirty-” you start, before he shakes his head.

“perhaps, but the servants in your castle seem to be extraordinary at their job- i don't think i saw even a drop of water on the ground as i sat down.” he laughs, continuing to look around at the spotless scenery, none of the plants having even a speck of brown, and not one part of the ground dusty or dirty.

“well well well, and here i thought mr. prince of lupusvine was supposed to be a stickler for rules! i’d expect a ‘no sitting on the ground with your gown on!’ from you.” you smirk, messing with decorations sewn onto your dress.

“I may be a little uptight, but i don’t quite think there's a rule for sitting on the ground with a dress on..” you laugh as he trails off in thought. “is that lucerne? companion of kirai?” he asks, pointing at the statue of a dragon looming over the pond.

citizens of lupusvine tend to refer to the goddess of water as “kirai”, due to their god calling her that every time he mentioned her, as recorded on slabs from ancient times. that, along with other reasons, is why many researchers and history professors believe that the goddess of water and the god of wind were in a romantic relationship, whether permanently or just for a certain period of time. you nod and face him as he continues “i wish dragons still existed. i learned, when i was younger, that dragons went extinct due to humans.”

your eyes widen, flickering towards the statue of lucerne. “because of us?”

“yes.” he whispers, before the two of you fall into comfortable silence. soon, footsteps can be heard behind the two of you. turning around to see who is coming, you see todoroki shoto, prince of ambrosia, as well as the princess of ruritania, uraraka ochako.

“thank goodness we saw you out here! our parents are so professional and uptight at these things, it's almost suffocating.” ochako gasps the fresh air in, sitting next to you as shoto sits at a nearby bench.

“i dont get why they hate each other so much.” shoto muttered under his breath and everyone let out sighs and nods. while all of you knew the history behind the nations’ feuds and didn’t quite know each other, you four could easily bond over your general disdain for the grudges your families had towards each other.

suddenly, you picked yourself up from the ground and stared at the other three determinedly. “we should find out what happened to lucerne and the dragons! it would be so fu-”

“we already know what happened to the dragons.” shoto cuts you off

“well then what is it?” you huff, annoyed that you were cut off.

as shoto shrugged, tenya started telling the story. “the four gods gave a box each to the inhabitants of xenos and told them to not open them, even if they’re curious about what’s inside.”

“oh no, they opened the boxes” you gasp, shaking your head.

“yes, they opened the boxes. the first three boxes they opened had beautiful things we couldn't even begin to imagine the world without, so, without thinking, they opened the last box. a puff of smoke came out the box upon opening it, and then every dragon on xenos turned to stone. there’s no cure, no answers, no reason as to why the gods would do that, especially when the dragons were so loved by the humans and gods alike.”

“how cliche” shoto sighs.

“do you think the dragons can hear us?” ochako gets up, trying to get closer to touch lucerne. “lucerne, do you think i should marry izuku midoriya, from ylvern, or bakugo katsuki from angria?”

todoroki scoffs, and you note the jealous glint in his eyes. “lucerne’s not gonna come back to life to answer which royal family you should marry into” he gets up, ready to head back inside.

“speaking of marriage…. tenya, y/n, what was that entrance~?” ochako skips back to your side, crouching down.

“nothing, we just met before walking inside and decided to enter together; it's simply none of your concern” you ramble on, refusing to face either tenya or ochako, opting to stare at a lily pad floating on the water.

“oh really?” ochako squints, before getting up. “if you say so, y/n”

“yes i do say so” you nod violently, ochako humming as she walks towards shoto to walk back inside together. exchanging quiet ‘see you later��s, they leave you and tenya alone again.

“would it really be a bad idea for us to get married?” his words making you choke on air. “not like that! it was just a question!!” he flails his arms around, the two of you so very flustered.

you both collect yourself and you think for a bit before answering “i think our parents are probably just suspicious of each other, still. i mean if you think about it, you could say we’re already fated to be” you half joke, expecting more arm flailing, only to receive a hum.

“ah, you mean the theory that kirai and the god of wind were lovers?” he tilts his head.

“some even say they were married, not just lovers, tenya. what, are you suggesting we be lovers?” you joke.

another round of arm flailing passes as you laugh, before he clarifies “you know what i meant, don't act a fool. i personally believe it too, there’s plenty of evidence for it.”

you nod, agreeing with him “that, and because citizens of oceania often think i look like our goddess, and your citizens say your personality matches your god. wouldn’t you say we’re- a- match?” with each pause in between your last words you get just a bit closer before pulling away, laughing once more at his flailing arms and beet red cheeks, finding your new favorite hobby.

one last moment of silence passes as you both stare at the clock in the garden, waiting until it hit 10 to join the others back inside for a speech from the nations’ kings and queens. you stole peeks at his face, your eyes quick to flicker elsewhere when they make contact with his. a minute before it was time for the speeches you two got up and walked together, checking each other for any specks of dirt (there weren’t any, head maid marina would never allow such a thing).

you stop right before the doors, facing him with a smile on your face. “after you, mr. prince, we can't go in together after the entrance we made before.” you motion towards the door and he steps closer to you, waiting. “wha- oh” you realize what he was waiting for and nod, expecting a kiss on the cheek. what he really did, was give you a light peck on the lips, before turning away and returning to the ball.

“your majesty, if i may, i don't believe that’s an appropriate way to say goodbye to someone.” head maid marina places a hand on her hip, a clipboard tucked in between her arm and the side of her waist. she tapped her foot expectantly, brows raised as you stutter, attempting to find the right words.

“please dont tell my mom!!” you blurt, and run into the banquet hall.

“you kissed prince tenya!?” the servants in the dining room all come to a halt, turning to your family, that was supposed to be having dinner.

“ugh maid marina told you!” you put your face into your hands as your sister stifles a laugh and shrinks in her chair.

your father looks like he might explode as he yells “you WHAT?”

“to be fair!! he kissed meee~” you gushed at the thought.

“how is that supposed to make me feel at ease?!” your father stands up.

“dad sit down and eat your unseasoned roasted potatoes-” you pause to raise your voice loud enough for those in the kitchen to hear, “if head maid marina wasn’t busy gossiping about my love life maybe the potatoes would’ve come out properly seasoned!” your words earned you a light whack with a handful of napkins from said maid. “and what if i choose to marry tenya? i assure you he is up to nothing but good.”

your father shook his head. “how can i be sure of that, darling?”

“cause i really like him!! pleaaaaaaase?” you beg, putting your hands together as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. your father was visibly crushed by your strategy before he straightened up and cleared his throat.

“well, if you insist, i suppose i could send the iida family an invitation to a dinner, where we can discuss this matter more in detail.”

“this is becoming more and more like an arranged marriage by the second-” you whine.

the following days were rather uneventful; helping out maid marina as an apology for offending her potatoes, polishing the statue of lucerne (which you’ve found out is essentially lucerne’s corpse) for maid veronica since you let ochako get close to it, and reading up more on xenos’ history. eventually, the day to have dinner with the iida family came and you dreaded it, as your mother told maid marina to find and dress you in a ‘lovely, light blue dress with intricate detailing’ days beforehand.

“and just why do you like prince tenya, of all princes? why not prince shoto?” with every ‘why’ that left marina’s mouth, she pulled on your corset, tightening it.

“for the love of our holy goddess please maid marina please show me mercy” you plead.

“i did show you mercy, when i made extra of your favorite side dish because the main dish of this evening is the royal jade carp, which i know you hate with every fiber of your being” you whine at her rebuttal (and another tug at the corset) before she finally ties it off at the end.

“done. let maid veronica finish getting you ready while i finish the preparations. your future husband should be here soon.” she smooths out her uniform before leaving the room.

“this feels like an arranged marriage, y/n.” veronica sighs, readjusting your hair.

“it wasn’t supposed to be” you groan and attempt to slouch, the corset compressing your insides not allowing you to.

“well, you both seem to like each other, so at least you’ll be marrying someone you might actually grow to love” veronica shrugged, tying a bow on your dress.

“you know, you’re right, vero! it isn’t all that bad, considering some people don't have that luxury.” you smile at your new found confidence.

“oh goddess, like that poor queen of ambrosia. i heard her marriage to king enji turned sour such a long time ago yet they stayed together for political reasons, you know?”

you gasped at veronica’s words “is veronica gossiping on the job?”

veronica smacks her lips annoyed. “its small talk, young lady, not gossiping.”

you quickly made your way down the stairs and towards the dining hall before tenya and his family arrived. your sister, isla, stood at the doors, surprised to see you so dressed up. “this is a dinner to possibly discuss a marriage, not the wedding day itself” she chuckles, leading you to your seat and sitting down in front of you. “i, myself have found someone to talk to as well.”

“oh really?” you raise your eyebrows, amused.

she nods, smiling “a prince named mirio to-” the doors open and the two of you stand up to greet the iida family, led to the dining room by your parents.

“its nice to see you again” tenya greeted you with a kiss to your hand as the rest of your families mingled. you all ate, discussed feelings over the nations becoming allies and you and tenya’s plans for the future.

“wanna see something?” you grab tenya’s hand after the dinner ended, the rest of your family deciding to continue to chat away as you showed tenya around the castle.

you lead him to your room, and as he starts to stutter, telling you “perhaps this step can wait? a bit?” you shake your head.

“that’s not why i’m bringing you in here, but i like the way you’re thinkin” you tease, before stopping in front of a tank.

“is that an axolotl?” tenya gasps, his free hand gently pressing against the glass.

“yes, that’s pudding.” you nod, before leading him over to another tank. “and this is noodle, she’s an oceanian black kingsnake.”

“you like snakes?” he questioned you.

“not really, but when i found her in lucerne’s garden she was in pretty bad condition. she took a liking to me so i just toughed it out and took her in.” you shrug, before leading him to your bed.

once again objecting to any dirty things you’d try to do to him, you stop him. “first of all, i wouldn't do anything you aren't comfortable with, and second, that's not why i brought you here, okay? now this little man right here is nugget!” you lift one of the many blankets on your bed to reveal a tiny, black poodle with long legs. “and thiiiiis,” you move to another side of your bed “is pepper!” a white cat’s face peeks out of the blankets it's piled under, reaching a paw out to greet the prince before returning to its sleep hole.

“i didn't expect you to be such an animal lover.” he says on your walk back to the dining hall.

“it isn’t really that i'm an animal lover, the axolotl was a gift from an organization that keeps endangered animals safe after i made a large donation. the other three were strays that the maids found in lucerne’s garden. something about the lucerne draws animals to her.” you shrug, pondering what might be the reason animals were often found in the garden. Something that you had noticed before but never fully paid attention to was the way tenya’s tail wagged when you two were alone. during both the ball and dinner his tail was stiff and straight, as if he was making an active effort to not draw attention to it. it was nice to know that he didn’t care much about little things like that alone with you.

it was still a bit frustrating how quickly your families wanted you two to get to know each other and get married. while dating for civilians can last many years before even mentioning marriage, sometimes royals have all their wedding preparations read before their first meeting.

“at least we enjoy each others’ presence.” tenya’s words cut through your cluttered mind.

“what?” you blurt, and he laughs softly.

“at least we like each other, you know? we could’ve been forced to marry snooty, arrogant people. instead we get to be somewhat forcefully married to each other.”

“it’s almost like you can read my mind” you suggest jokingly, before leading him to sit down for more quiet time together. “it sucks that we’re being rushed into things, but we can go at our own pace, even if we may be wife and husband while we’re still just going on our first few dates.” he nods at your words with a smile, sighing before getting up, with his hand in yours, to head back inside the dining room.

“you’re getting married to the prince of angria? oh poor thing” various princesses reacted to ochako’s words, wishing her luck on her marriage to bakugo katsuki, another prince.

“it's not all that bad!” she reasoned with them, only for them to disagree.

“not all that bad? the boy’s got anger issues and will probably be a terrible ruler! oh sweet girl he’s going to ruin you, and not in the good way.” some random princess teases. you were currently at a tea party being held in ruritania, by the princess, ochako. you noticed the way her shoulders lowered at their words, each time they insulted him only making her more upset.

“you never know, perhaps he’s actually nice if you get to know him. besides, it isn't our place to judge, seeing as most of us have rather terrible fiancées as well.” you comment, drinking your tea. you notice the smile growing on ochako’s face, a small, silent thank you for sticking up for her.

“of course you’d know about terrible fiancées, soon-to-be mrs. tenya iida” the fiancée of prince sero (oh, poor poor sero) laughs out.

“and i'm sure prince sero knows a lot about terrible fiancées as well.” you insult back.

“did you see the face she made after you said that?!” ochako giggled as you two were walking to her room. the tea party finished rather quickly after your response to princess ophelia’s insult had her running out in rage.

“that’s what she gets. i mean come on, she’s one to talk about me having a terrible fiancée when she is a terrible fiancée” you shrug, the grin on your face slowly forming as you hold in a laugh. “i can’t believe you and bakugo are getting married though! i thought that your parents would surely choose midoriya of ylvern!”

“well, ylvern’s nice n all, and i'm sure midoriya’s absolutely wonderful-” there was the tiniest bit of yearning in her voice when speaking of the prince. “-but angria has more resources. its a better choice in almost every aspect except for the fact that it’s bakugo katsuki that i'm marrying.” she realized what she said and shook her head quickly “no, i'm going to be optimistic! i know everything will turn out fine, and my marriage to him will end up being a better idea.”

“you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, ‘chako.” you sit on her bed and watch as her cheeks grow redder and redder

“no! i’m! not! don’t do that y/n!” she pouts “i was one hundred percent supportive when you announced you’d marry tenya!”

“and i'm thankful for that-” you raise your hands up in your defense.

“so don't tease me about my marriage!” you laugh, patting her shoulder

“okay, okay, relax!” huffing, you and ochako continue to talk the night away; about marriage, wedding preparations, and anything else you two could think of.

as the days go by, you see more of tenya, each time falling in love with him more and more. you also see ochako more, meeting her fiancée bakugo, and more of todoroki, who’s been spending much of his time rejecting princesses and enjoying the presence of the prince of ylvern, midoriya. one of the worst days was the day your mothers dress was modified to your size and changed to be more modern, head maid marina threatening to poke you as she sewed if you didn't stop slouching. the worst day, however, was the day maid veronica, maid marina, and maid yalani sat with you and talked about what would happen on your wedding night (goddess have mercy on your soul, they thought you didn’t know a thing about sex).

but, as preparations went on, and as you spent time with tenya, you couldn’t be happier. he caught you whenever you fell, which happened many times while learning dances, and he laughed with you whenever everyone else found you unladylike, like when you spit out food while trying to figure out what would be served to the guests, not realizing what you had tasted was made with your least favorite food, royal jade carp. he was traditional, strict, yet had a soft side to him that took you step by step through everything, never failing to whisper compliments in your ear or reassure you that you’re doing great.

everything was perfect, every effort made filled with love and pure intentions, every moment nothing less than a beautiful experience, until the night before the wedding, when everything took a sharp turn for the worst.

84 notes · View notes

thinkingimmensely · 4 years ago

Text

Like An Open Book XI

Part 1 | Part 10

A/N: Hi! How’s everyone been doing? I think this chapter’s kind of long, not sure if it’s longer than the last one though. Also, I’ve been working on a James Potter x Reader oneshot that’s already over 4k words HAHAHA, I’m nearly done with it (I think), so that’s one thing to look forward to~! uwu

IDK if it’s just me or is tumblr messing up the tags thingy? Because I can’t seem to tag some people. But anyway, if I’m missing anyone or if you want to be added to the taglist, please dm me or comment down below or even send me an ask so I can include you! <3

MASTERLIST

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from the Potterverse!

___________________

He couldn’t meet your eyes. James Potter had been avoiding you and you were devastated. You were proud of yourself at how well you hid your inner turmoil since no one said anything, until Remus and you were sitting alone outside in the lawn that is.

You sat beneath a tree, shielding yourself from the afternoon sun. The others were busy in a competition on who could throw the gnomes the farthest. Though however tempting it was to join in, you settled for relaxing since you didn’t want to soil James’ good mood. Remus, wanting to get some reading done, opted to join you.

“I’m going home tomorrow.” You told him.

Remus looked at you in surprise, as if you just dropped a bomb. “What?” He closed his book and set it aside, “Why? We’re supposed to spend two weeks here. We have a week left.”

You pulled your legs up to your chest and hugged yourself, “I just... I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.” You shrugged; you tried to act nonchalant about it but you knew he could very well see your anxiety behind your orbs.

Remus furrowed his brows, “Why would you ever think that? Y/N, everyone wants you to be here.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think James does.” You mumbled, you didn’t want to but tears still prickled at the edges of your orbs. Remus heard you all the same. “He knows, Rem. He knows and now he can’t even look at me.” Going home to the family who all but ignored you was better than being rejected by the person who used to welcome you with open arms. “It’s been two days and he all but flees whenever I enter the same room as him. He can’t stand it, and I won’t force him to.”

“I’ll go talk to him.” Remus was about to stand up but you grabbed his arm and held him down.

“It’s okay.” You told him, giving off a sad smile. Remus looked conflicted but settled down nonetheless. He held your hand fondly and gave it a squeeze in reassurance, which you were grateful for. He let out a deep sigh and opened his book again.

You set down your quill as you folded the piece of parchment and packed it inside an envelope. You sealed it with melted wax and a stamp and handed it to the white barn-owl that perched itself on your windowsill. It was a reply to the Dumbledore’s letter to you; you had written to him immediately after returning to the Potter’s residence two days ago, your hands clammy with nerves, and your ears ringing from everything. You opened his reply once again.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

It is a surprise to hear of your connection to the recent incident, and I must commend how you and the others fought off the Death Eaters and helped the Aurors, though extremely reckless it was. I believe Voldemort already knows of your identity and would be ever pursuant of his current interest in you. He will try to get you to join him again, and you must stay vigilant. He will not do anything as long as you remain a student of Hogwarts, but I believe it best to relocate your family soon, in case he catches winds about your residence. If you decide to do so, I will, of course, send help.

Take care,

Albus Dumbledore

You rubbed your forehead as you read the letter again, chastising yourself for being so stupid. Dumbledore was right, Voldemort had enough connections to easily know who you were, and you not only put yourself in danger, but now so is your family. They had to move, and you had to leave them to keep them safe. He won’t be able to do anything as long as you still went to Hogwarts, the notion was comforting yet ominous, because what would happen the moment you graduated?

The ministry was abuzz since ten muggles were murdered that night, and more people severely injured. The Muggle Prime Minister struggled to make believable alibis and he couldn’t give out an adequate one was it not for the help of the Minister of Magic. You tapped your fingers on the mahogany desk. You wondered if Severus was able to escape unscathed, but you shook your head at the thought; of course, he would go unscathed, he knew about the attack beforehand after all. You bit your lower lip; he had tried to protect you- you know that now. You may still be able to sway him away from the dark path he seemed all too eager to walk on.

You packed what little you had and zipped your bag close. Now all that was left was to tell the others during dinner. You decided that saying that your mum wanted you home immediately because she heard what had happened at the concert and was concerned for your safety was a good enough excuse.

A knock came from your door and before you could even walk towards it, it creaked open and James came in. He glanced at your packed bag on the bed and turned to look at you, his eyes wide in shock. He took two long strides towards you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry.” His voice shook as he buried his face on the crook of your neck. His breath tickled but you were utterly confused to be focused on that right now.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I’ve been so stupid, and you didn’t deserve the way I avoided you. I don’t want you to leave, if I had my way, I’d want you to never leave.” He pulled away but still held you by the shoulders. His hazel eyes searched yours for something you didn’t know. “You see- what I’m trying to say is... is that I don’t care if you’re a Legilimens. I don’t care if you know every little thing about me, if you can read my mind this very instant, I don’t care. I will never turn my back on you again, never. I hold you too dearly.” You just noticed how his hands were shaking, you took them from your shoulders and held them.

“James, I-” You were about to say but someone cleared their throat by the doorway which made you all but drop his hands and your gaze immediately.

“Uh- s-sorry to bother, b-but your mum wants to know what you want to have for di-dinner, Prongs.” Peter stammered. Sirius snickered from behind him while Remus tried to hold in his laughter as well.

You flushed a deep shade of red as you turned away from them, hands on your warming cheeks. “Out! All of you!” James had snapped, and the boys went running away in snickers. You turned back to him and found him pretty much in the same state as you were in, flushed cheeks and all that.

He cleared his throat, “So um, please don’t go home... yet...” He added the last word like an afterthought, as if realizing that, yes, you still have a family who might be wondering where you were if you wouldn’t return. You nodded and he grinned at you. “I’ll, um... see you at dinner then?”

“Uh-huh.” You sheepishly replied and he bit his lower lip then turned to go out, leaving the door open.

“So Y/N, will you tell me what every girl at Hogwarts thinks about me next time?” Sirius grinned as all of you laid on top of the roof, watching the stars. It was a clear night, perfect for star gazing, and you took the opportunity to do so.

You let out a dry laugh, “Of course not, Siri. What fun would that be for your conquests?” Sirius and Peter had learned of your ‘gift’ when they were busy eavesdropping earlier, and like Remus had done so long ago, the rest of the Marauders had sworn themselves to secrecy regarding your ability.

Sirius chuckled, twirling his wand between his fingers, “Point taken.”

You stared at the twinkling stars that shone millions of miles away and listened to the voices of your friends. You wished time would stop in this moment. You wished all of you would stay like this forever... young and free; unbothered by the looming war that plagued your lives.

You sat up as reality started sinking in. The screams of people dying too haunting to be forgotten, and the pale face of the Auror who only tried to protect you. You never even knew his name. You felt a warm jacket wrap around you, and you turned to see James beside you, a soft smile on his face.

“Thank you.” You murmured. The others continued on their conversation while James adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“I remember it too.” He told you as he ruffled his hair. You cast him a questioning gaze, prompting him to elaborate; “The concert, I mean. Sometimes I still hear the screams and see the flashes of green when I close my eyes.”

You held his hand and gave it a small squeeze which made him smile. “I reckon the five of us will carry this memory for the rest of our lives.” You pointed out sadly.

He nodded, “True. But I feel a little better knowing that you guys will be with me through it.” He told you and you could feel your heart move by the sincerity of his words that tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.

You wouldn’t be dealing with all these emotions alone, not anymore, and that very notion comforted you greatly. You scooted closer to James and leaned your head on his shoulder, and he instantly wrapped an arm around you. You sighed in content, because at this very moment, all was well. “That reminds me,” You started, “You never told me why you were avoiding me so adamantly.” You turned to look up at him, backtracking when he was already looking at you, your faces inches away from each other. You recoiled and he dropped his hand from your shoulder, a deep red penetrating his features.

He cleared his throat, “I’ll tell you someday. Promise you won’t search for the answer yourself?” Tapping his head with his index finger.

You laughed, “I’ll try.”

The rest of the summer had passed by rather uneventfully as you returned home a couple days later. You had set up some enchantments on your home the moment you arrived with the help of Professor Flitwick, who arrived a few moments after you. He thought you the charms and reinforced them for better durability.

Your mother had invited him for tea, but he politely refused, saying that he must visit other households and left in a hurry. Your family, except your youngest sister, looked at him rather curiously and you were glad they didn’t voice out their apparent discomfort. They had also watched you and your professor in awe from the living room window as you casted the spells.

Now you sat on a chair by the dinner table as your mother rubbed her temples and your step-father tried to take in everything you just said; you had explained to them why there was a need to enchant your home.

“So... you’re saying that... that a lunatic is out there causing havoc?” You step-father asked hesitantly.

“Well he’s not just any lunatic, he’s public enemy number one in our world.” You pointed out. “And he’s not just causing any havoc, he’s killing people. Muggles, non-wizard people.” You elaborated once more, “You guys are the very kind of people he’ll be after, and I’m only telling you all these because I want you guys to be safe.” The tea had long gone cold and a tense silence hung in the air. Your two siblings were sent to bed early for you guys to have this conversation, but you weren’t surprised to hear your stepsister eavesdropping at the top of the stairs.

"Y/N, are you sure we’re safe here?” Your mother questioned, gathering her thoughts together. She, at least, understood the gravity of the situation. You knew she liked to read the Daily Prophet when you were done with it, and you were aware she didn’t skip the latest news about the Dark Wizard.

You frowned, letting out a deep sigh, “He wants me to join his cause.” You admitted, and the color of your mother’s face drained. You took her outstretched hand and gave it a squeeze, a gesture that brought tears to her eyes, it had been years since you initiated any sort of physical contact with her. “I won’t join him; I assure you that.” You swore. “Dumbledore is certain he won’t come looking for me until I graduate. By then I’ll be out of this house and the lot of you will be moving somewhere far from here.”

Realization dawned on their faces, “You’re leaving? Why? Wouldn’t it be safer if you went with us?”

You shook your head, choosing not to answer.

I have gathered a group of people who are willing to oppose the Dark Lord himself and thwart his plans, Miss Y/L/N, and I am formally extending an invitation for you to be part of that said group. It will be dangerous and it will require courage, you will not only be part of the heart of the war, your life will be on the line and your skills will no doubt be put to the test time and time again. But this will all be for the greater good, so I prompt you to at least consider it.

“Y/N?”

Your thoughts broken, you looked at the both of them who shared a look of concern at your lack of reply. “It’ll be better this way. This will all be for the greater good.”

You left the dinner table at that, and sought solace in your bedroom, glad that your step-sister had retreated to her own room just as you finished your conversation. You locked your door and got your potions textbook and cauldron out of your trunk. You searched the table of contents and smirked bitterly as you found the page you were looking for:

Chapter 16: Memory Potion . . . . . . . . . . . . 394

“Y/N!” Lily yelled as she run to you and wrapped her arms around you, “I missed you!” The two of you reunited at King’s Cross Station, the Hogwarts Express right in front of you, smoke bellowing, getting ready for the journey to Hogwarts. Chatter rang out the entire station as friends reunited after without seeing each other for the entire summer.

You chortled and returned the hug, “It’s so good to see you again Lily.”

“What, no hug for me?”

The two of you broke the hug to look at the messy-haired boy smirk at the both of you. Lily rolled her emerald orbs heavenward, “Sod off, Potter.”

James chuckled at her, “Feisty as ever I see.” He then turned to you and smiled, “Y/N.”

You nodded at him, “James.” It has been three weeks since you last saw him and it feels like it’s been forever.

Lily eyed the both of you, her eyes wide as if formulating something. She instantly grabbed you and pulled you away as Sirius called out to the three of you, much to the confusion of the boys. “Did something happen between the both of you?” She interrogated.

You furrowed your brows, “What?”

She giggled excitedly, “You and James I mean!” She whispered-yelled. “Is there something going on that I should know about?!”

“Um, I don’t think so?” You denied, because really, there wasn’t, wasn’t there?

She pulled you further away, “I saw the way you two looked at each other! If there’s something going on between the both of you, I’m all in for it!”

“Lily didn’t you call him an arrogant toerag before?” You raised a brow at her.

“Oh please, that was before we all got to become friends!” She turned to look at the boys, Remus and Peter had already arrived and the four of them were talking animatedly with each other as if they haven’t seen each other for years. “I’m just saying, I think the both of you make a fine pair now that I see you guys again. It’s like a spell had been cast during summer break that changed everyone’s demeanor.”

Ah that was right, Lily didn’t know what happened yet. You had avoided writing to her about what happened since you didn’t want to worry her, and also you didn’t want to relive the memories. Your expression may have changed since Lily went from excited to concerned in an instant, “What is it? What’s wrong?” She questioned.

“I need to tell you something...” You trailed off but before you could go into your story-telling, the train chimed out. It was time to go.

The boys headed your way, “Ladies,” James uttered and grabbed your trunk from your hands. You tried to get it back from him but it was futile, which only made Lily cast you another knowing smirk. You frowned at her in reply.

“We have to go to the Prefects compartment.” Lily informed you as she and Remus stopped midway.

“Oh, right. Sure.” You nodded, “I’ll talk to you later then?”

The redhead smiled at you, “Of course.” They then walked off towards the other end of the train while you, Peter, Sirius, and James easily found an empty compartment and went inside. You stood by the doorway while the boys placed the trunks up, and entered when they were done.

James took his seat beside you while Sirius and Peter sat on the opposite side. The train took off a few minutes later, and you leaned your head on the window glass, looking at the vast terrain. The boys chatted on, paying no heed to your lack of input to their conversation.

The cart lady soon did her rounds around the train, and James and Peter got up to buy some sweets. Sirius nudged you with his foot and you shot him a look, “What?”

He chuckled, “Nothing. It’s just- you're real quiet today. Is everything all right?”

“Of course. I... I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You confessed.

Sirius gave you a sad smile. “Well, don’t get consumed by those thoughts. We’re here for you aright?” He pulled the sleeves of his sweater.

“Sirius?”

“Hm?”

You folded your hands together in your laps, glancing outside where the others were still busy picking the sweets they want. “We both know you’re more troubled than I am. Do you want to talk about it?”

Sirius stopped pulling his sleeves instantly, “I almost forgot you’re a Legilimens.” He chortled lowly, but it held no actual mirth. “I was disowned, kicked out of the house- with all that burning of my picture in the family tree.” He shook his head as if he found it absolutely ridiculous, “I think Bella told them about our little encounter during the concert incident and that flipped them how I could stand against the Dark Lord himself and their cause. So now I live with James apparently. It’s fine though, if anything, I’m glad to be rid of all that pureblood supremacy nonsense.”

You frowned deeply; his pureblood fanatic family was not foreign to you. You knew, since before, that Sirius suffered immensely in his household, and it made your family life all the much better. “You’re worried about your brother?” You surmised.

He nodded slowly, “They’re poisoning his mind, they are. He’s my little brother and I couldn’t even protect him. I can’t stop him from walking down that path...”

Your heart ached from the familiarity, you leaned back on your seat, “Well... all we can do is not give up now.” You told him, and he understood. He understood that the both of you were in a similar boat, and that made him smile genuinely and nod. You were thankful about the fact that he didn’t even comment about how he knew you were talking about Severus. You knew they weren’t on the best terms but you were worried he might convince you to forget about that snake. That he wasn’t worth it.

James and Peter came back with their hands full with sweet treats and they set it down on the cushions. “Take anything you want.” James told you and you looked through the candies and chocolates. You took a cauldron cake, thanking him.

Halfway before arriving to Hogwarts, you all started to change into your robes. You had to leave the compartment to change at the comfort room all the way down the train hallway while the boys had no trouble pulling their sweaters over their heads.

“Wouldn’t mind if you changed here, Y/N.” Sirius wiggled his brows at you but yelped when James threw his robes at him.

“Hi, Y/N.” A girl with ginger hair and warm brown eyes greeted you as you waited in line for your turn to change in the bathroom. “I’m Marlene McKinnon; we share the same dorm?” She introduced herself when you just stared at her.

You shook your head, “Oh sorry, I know who you are, I’m just a little surprised is all. We’ve never really talked before.” She was nervous, she didn’t think she would ever get to talk to you as well.

She chuckled lightly, “We haven’t, haven’t we? I’m sorry about that; but I hope to rectify that, Lily’s friend is our friend of course.” She gestured to the person inside the room who just came out.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” Mary Macdonald greeted, already in her robes, a kind smile on her face.

“You can change first Y/N.” Marlene told you; you thanked her, not wanting to make it awkward.

You closed the door behind you and discarded your sweater. You could faintly hear Marlene and Mary chatting in the other side of the door, it was a good thing they weren’t talking about you. Was it going to be like this from now on? You wondered. Were your housemates going to make pleasant conversation with you just because you were friends with Lily and the Marauders? Somehow the thought of not being ostracized by your own house anymore wasn’t so bad.

You came out after changing and Marlene went in afterwards. You smiled at Mary, in which she returned the gesture and you made your way back to your compartment. You passed by a group of snickering students, and when you turned to glance, you frowned deeply as you took note of their green robes. It was Mulciber and his little gang; their compartment door was slightly open and they passed around the daily prophet. You squinted in disgust and continued on, missing the way Severus looked as you walked away from inside the compartment.

You dragged the door open and found your three friends tossing Fizzing Whizbees at each other and catching it with their mouths. “Does anyone have a copy of today’s Daily Prophet?” You questioned, interrupting their game as you took your seat beside James.

“I might have one.” Peter replied, swallowing the candy, and got up the seats to reach for his trunk.

“Did something happen?” James looked at you in question.

“I don’t know yet.” You answered. Peter fished out the newspaper from his trunk and threw it to you, which you expertly caught. You immediately skimmed through the headlines while the blonde boy closed his trunk and flopped down on his seat.

Sirius and James huddled closer towards you to check the newspaper, and you arrived at the latest news about the Dark Lord. It said that there were three more attacks, all in different locations throughout the country. Your face paled at the list of casualties, the war wasn’t just starting, it was at its height already, you realized.

The atmosphere in the compartment turned grim. Sirius took the newspaper from your hands and crumpled it up and threw it outside the window. “It’s nothing new. People die every day.” He shrugged then took a packet of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans and ripped it open. “Here, Peter, I dare you to eat this.” He handed the boy an earth-colored bean.

You sighed, all of you coped in a different way, you concluded. Though not particularly healthy, denial was one way to go about it. But you weren’t one to talk since the way you stressed about it all the time couldn’t be considered healthy as well.

You felt eyes on you and you turned to see James looking at you. You cocked your head to your side in question and there was a waver in his gaze. He felt hurt; he wanted to know what you were thinking about and it pained him to see you build walls around yourself once more. You turned away from him, guilt creeping onto your conscience.

___________________

LAOB Taglist:

@serenefreakgeek , @rising-ice-phoenix , @lilmissimperfectlyperfect , @criminallygoodimagines , @lookingformarissa , @fantasticchaoticwho , @bestillmystuckyheart , @stubbornflowerchild , @julygivesafuck , @clockworkherondale , @nikki-sixx-is-daddy , @sarai-ibn-la-ahad , @theeicedamericano

Permanent Taglist: @oreofrappiewithblueberry , @coffeeismylife28 , @yllwtaxi , @tb-cbn , @aunicornmademedoit

#james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #severus snape x reader #marauders x reader #harry potter fanfiction #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #peter pettigrew #Lily Evans #severus snape #x reader #hogwarts #hp fanfic

81 notes · View notes

jupiteriala · 4 years ago

Text

Yoon Seungho and Yeonsangun

A hot scary tyrant with anger issues and rampages of violence, a sex addict, a traumatized boy tormented by the shadow of his father… Who am I referring to? King Yeonsangun or our Yoon Seungho? Because both stories match really well.

So on this post I’ll share why I believe Seungho is inspired in Yeonsangun, the 10th king of the Joseon dynasty and the cruelest ever known.

Here I will leave a link with a nice and underrated video I found that summarizes the info on Yeonsangun: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEUJPNfMMQo&t=295s and will leave some movie recommendations as well.

I will start by summing up the canon facts of Yeonsangun and Yoon Seungho that are very similar, then proceed to do assumptions and theories n.n

TW: This will contain mentions of death, sex, rape and psychological abuse so be careful

>Yeonsangun felt like he lived under the shadow of his father the king Seongjong, he was often criticized by the ministers and compared to him and even aimed some hate towards him as he allowed the death of his mother lady Yoon, same happens with Seungho that says to “be living by the principles of his father” in a very sarcastic way and sends lusty paintings to bother him and having nightmares when father Yoon comes to his mind. Both being the eldest son to inherit all the responsibilities.

>King Yeonsangun was a sex adict, he made a whole brigade of ministers to recruit 10.000 virgins for him who would live in the Sungkyunkwan (basically the Joseon Confucianism university of the capital Hanyang later known as Seul ofc) to serve him making this a brothel. Our dear Yoon Seungho attended and hosted orgies on a daily basis right? Pretty similar. Both known for their crazy libido and not caring about public spaces huh.

>This king was known for his episodes of anger since he was a child and when he became the king (19) killed his tutor the Seungho version of this would be how cold blooded he killed a servant on chapter one.

>Yeonsangun might have been a tyrant but he was also a hottie, described to be a bit feminine having a nice built and a color skin pale as pricey jade just like our protagonist. Here a ss of Yeonsangun being portrayed on the treacherous (2015) pretty hot right?

>Sadly, before getting to know how his mother was killed Yeonsangun was known to be a nice man, a good king caring and organized, brilliant in poetry and smart but turned out the monster the history books describe know because of his traumatic past. This mirrors our potn quote “He was actually one of the brightest young men in this region…” oh my lord Yoon they did you so wrong

>This king is known for the bloodiest purges on Korean history killing a lot of the Sarim faction (basically the scholar side of the politicians and nobility) and Seungho’s family is related to a purge… hmm… This was caused when he found out why and how his mother (Deposed queen Yoon, yeah the surnames are important to be told!) was cruelly killed with poison which ended up in the literati purges.

Those are the canon facts so far! I’ll continue with assumptions now stay with me <3

+This has to be the most fun one and is heavily based on the annals of Joseon and a very well-known film “The king and the clown” (2005) So Yeonsangun had a royal consort that was Jang Nok-su who was his favorite and treated him as a baby

and another known favorite one was his royal juggler whose real name I don’t known but is portrayed as Gong-gil in the movie so the consort was very jealous of the clown who was a lowborn ofc Nok-su is known for being poisonous and villain like while Gong-gil was allegedly a pure and cute soul very feminine like (Are we all getting the Jihwa and Nakyum vibes?) Lemme point out some scenes on the movie that are tremendously similar to our favorite manhwa: So the consort grew jealous of the clown as he got more and more favored by the king, he was the chosen to spend the nights playing puppets to the king and the first thing she noticed was how Yeonsangun looked at Gong-gil, there was even a scene where the consort gets in top on him trying to get him stripped

bc he had received a gift from the king (to Royal robe was on his shoulders)

And guess what the king made? Drag her outside (not by the topknot but extremely similar way) as she yells HOW DARE YOU!! While her little thingy from the hair falls. the level of parallelism, astronomical.

He even has a very worried prime minister who plays his cards in secret to please the king, very Kim like. He even looks like this panel as he was killing someone.

We also get a “Because the way you looked at him is not the way you look at me” shot as Gong gil looks at his partner tenderly

Some extra ones: Yeonsangun had Gong-gil on the palace against his will and allegedly kept him as entertainment but ended up kissing him lol. And Gong-gil used to be a prostitute before (just like Nakyum thought of himslef:c)

+Basically in both of the films I’ve mentioned so far he is portrayed as mentally ill, insomnia, hallucinations, dissociation, etc. And as a child (being treated as one by his consort and having childish behavior, etc.). Which are things I assume SH has too (well he is canonically ill with insomnia though)

+In the treacherous (2015) Yeonsangun likes to paint erotic paintings (which idk if was real but he was smart and skilled in arts such as poetry as I've read so this a nice headcannon about Yeonsangun that could have inspired Byeonduck nim). Plus, the sex scenes are so vivid and explicit... Like Potn

Well thanks for bearing with me now here I go with the last info and some theories (?)

-So what caused this king to be so unstable and such a tyrant was when he found out about the cruel destiny of mother Yoon) Could Seungho’s past be related to something like this? His mother being mistreated and having an indecent death? Or his lover perhaps? Anyways a purge is also mentioned in the manhwa so if you connect some points please tell me!

-His father, Seogjong was praised sure but also banned a member of the Lee clan (The royal clan, yes Lee was their surname just like Jihwa’s also written as Yi) for living and having a daughter with his slave, this makes me remember Mummyeong and Jihwa’s relationship (The girl was Yi Guji) and strengthened the rules towards widoweds not remarrying. Might me just my extra Sagittarius imaginations loving taking everything to the extreme but this somehow resembles how father Yoon fucked up Seungho and Jihwa calling them “ill”

-Finally their names sound really similar, just me? Yeonsangun Yoon Seungho and I mean look at the pic on the video cover and this korean interview on Lezhin... They are twins!

The main reason I do this is to have open discussion, go ahead roast and debunk my theory or praise it!! Reactions, feedback and opinions are welcome. If you want the theory in Spanish text me or text me whenever you want let's discuss let's chat. I am mostly active on twitter @Seunghosgirl

#painter of the night #potn #seungho x nakyum #seungho #baek nakyum #nakyum #jihwa #mumyeong #nameless x jihwa #yeonsangun #the king and the clown #painter of the night nakyum #yoonseungho #yoon seungho

46 notes · View notes

062467 · 5 years ago

Text

Rammstein Tag Game!

Rules: - Tag the person who tagged you, so they know. - Put your answers under the questions. - Tag as many awesome people as you want. - Feel free to do it if you weren’t tagged! Here we go!

I don’t remember who I was tagged by, this draft post is like 3 years old i’m sorry haha

1. If you get a chance to take a photo with your favorite member, would you like them to smile, make an interesting pose, be serious or something else?

I would honestly love them to smile, there’s nothing more precious than them, six men who do pyro, sing about eating humans and generally seem badass and scary, smiling.

2. If you could choose only one of the previous live performances to go to, which one would you choose?

opening of the Mutter tour, or the one when they played Lied von der unruhevollen Jugend or Pet Sematary. honestly, i’d just blind pick one of these.

3. How old were you when Sehnsucht came out? (1997)

-3:) kill me now

4. Which era (their appearance/look) do you think was the best?

MUTTER, THE RED FLÄMIN HOT CHEETO TIPS. or just the general full-on fed hair thing. but Reise, Reise was also flaming hot.

5. What’s your desired relationship with Frau Schneider? (wife, mother, etc.)

I feel like she’d be this one annoying aunt, who you love despite them being irritating as shit. love me some Frau.

6. Which hairstyle suits each member the best in your opinion?

Paul: the long hair, doesn’t matter if blonde or brown Till: his Herzeleid hair or the silver-ish Sehnsucht Richard: spiky black, like Ich-Will-video level spiky black. but I live for richard in long-ish hair... Flake: blonde Oliver: hehe. no but seriously a full beard suits him. Schneider: I feel like now is my favorite Schneider era. that or either the Sehnsucht one.

7. Which of the members do you think you’d get along with the best and why?

either Paul, because I’m a goofy mess, but can pose as intimidating, or Richard, because I’d constantly express my admiration for him. and he’d love that. on a serious note tho, I feel like we have some problems in common, as well as the supernatural thingy would be an interesting topic to tackle. idk, I’d do my best to get along with all of them.

8. Which of the members do you think you’d get along with the least and why?

probably Flake, Oliver or Till. I heard that Flake is cranky and seems shy, same with Oli, I’m shy too, so idk if any conversation would ever take place haha. and with Till I’d simply be too damn scared to say a thing. so there’s that. basically we wouldn’t *dislike* each other, there would be barely any contact lol

9. Who of the members would you like to see singing with Till?

hell, maybe Ollie or Doom, just because I never heard them sing with him, I think.

10. Which band’s song would you wish to see as a cover by Rammstein?

idk, they always kinda surprised me with their cover choices and execution, so I wouldn’t like to change that, they’re doing a good job.

11. Who of the members would make the best dad?

something tells me that Schneider is a really caring dad.

12. If you got the chance to interview Rammstein, what would you ask them?

how do you pick you setlist? what qualifies a track to be an opener?

do you come up with stage and outfits concept yourself, or is it suggested by someone else?

what flavor of ice cream would you be?

what is your most vivid memory from your childhood?

which era is your favorite?

do you have a vision of a music video for a song that never got one? or a different vision than the music video it got?

I’d rather not write all of it here. not because they’re inappropriate or something, it’s just, I don’t even wanna start writing some of them, because I’m gonna cry lmao.

13. Would you consider of doing a nude scene in Rammstein’s music video? (just you appearing nude, nothing too nsfw)

I mean, if course I’d consider it. it would depend on my shape at the time and just on that probably. doing acts and nude scenes is, supposedly, very liberating and makes you more comfortable with yourself, so why not. and hey - I’d be in a Rammstein video haha. (I’d probably not like the way I look and hate myself a bit for doing the scene)

14. If you could remake a movie(s) so that the main role is played by one of the members, which movie(s) would you like to remake?

my favorite movies are always pretty tragic or scary as fuck for the main character, so idk if I’d like to see any of the members in such state.

15. Who of the members would make the best husband?

I will go with Flake or Ollie

16. You can put eyeliner on one of the members, who do you pick?

well, Richard, obviously, since he doesn’t seem to do it anymore (which should be considered a crime, he looks so good in eyeliner jeez).

17. Who of the members would make the creepiest uncle?

Till. all the way lmao. like, imagine him on family gatherings doing all the hips and tongue movements aaaa.

18. What do you think about the “Pussy” music video?

I love it, it’s so funny to me. when I watch it, it’s always a mixture of being a tad uncomfortable, turned on and giggly.

19. If you could travel somewhere with Rammstein and pick a destination, where would you go?

I’d go to the place where they had the whole creative process (and recording, I believe) of LIFAD or Mutter. I’d just like to kinda re-live it with them.

20. Who of the members would be the best to get drunk with?

I’d love to get hammered with Paulchen.

21. Could you sing Engel with Till in front of thousands?

hell yeah, this is one of the few songs I feel comfortable singing. I’d love to do that even more if it was done like on 2019 stadium tour, on the b-stage, only with piano and rest of the group humming. ahh.

22. With which member would you agree to swap clothes with and with which one would you definitely not?

if we’re talking personal style, Paul has some poppin outfits, from what I’ve seen, Richard and his shirts, however... I would just let him rock them:)

now if we’re talking stage outfits, I’d LOVE to switch with Richard (especially the fluffy coat), there’s not really a person I wouldn’t switch with, as long as they’re not topless haha.

23. Which of the members do you think would win in a stripping competition?

Richard.

24. Which of the following would you rather be?

- Rammstein’s manager - Rammstein’s make up artist 🙋🏻‍♀️ - Rammstein’s bodyguard

25. Which of the members would make the best best friend?

Paul.

26. Which Rammstein song do you skip on your shuffle? (There must be that one song you just don’t need at the moment)

Stirb nicht vor mir. I’m sorry but I rarely can stomach it. it’s a nice song in theory, but there’s just something about it that I can’t stand, maybe it’s the other artist’s voice, I don’t know.

27. What would you do if Paul made a bad joke about you? (With good intentions but slightly rude)

I’d laugh and pretend to be offended for a quick second haha

28. Who would you give a stuffed animal and who a leather thong for their birthday? XD

I’d give the animal to Flake and the thong to Till.

29. Are you concerned about anything that has to do with Rammstein?

I’m always scared for them tbh. oftentimes I’m just petrified at the thought of stage/pyro malfunction, I mean what they’re doing is some really dangerous stuff.

besides, I’m scared when I think that they won’t be here forever, sometimes I’m scared that they won’t be there when I’ll be in my 30s, so I’m grateful for every moment I can cherish them and their craft, for every minute at the shows.

30. Would you like to get a tattoo that refers to Rammstein?

yeah, I’d like a couple.

31. Would you pet Oliver’s head?

who tf wouldn’t like to?

32. Which position in Rammstein do you find the hardest to be? (for example: the frontman, drummer, bassist etc.)

probably frontman, lots and lots of pressure, most eyes are probably on them, they have to use most dangerous props and move a lot, so it takes a physical toll as well.

33. If you could have one of the members with you in school/work to protect you from evil, who would you take?

oh damn, that’s an interesting one. Richard, Is love to have him around.

34. If you were in one of the boys position, would you feel awkward or strange when you see your face on a giant poster?

of course, I’d hate it, probably. after sometime tho, I’d get used to it.

35. Would you Flake dance with Flake on stage?

if only I could dance like him haha, but I’d love to try!

36. Do you think any of the songs are underrated or overrated and why?

obviously I think Du hast is a tad overrated, as for underrated - Nebel, Adios, Hilf mir, Dalai Lama, just off the top of my head.

37. Who of the members would make the best breakfast?

I’m gonna go with Ollie, he’s so stoic and always in great shape.

38. Would you like them to make a song in your native language? (If they haven’t already)

hm, Till made an intro to polish edition of Sehnsucht and it was very sweet to hear it, but I don’t think so, no. if it was like in Ausländer, one or two words, sure, but I never want to get over the excitement of Till speaking Polish haha.

39. Which Rammstein couple combinations do you ship?

I don’t I mean I love all the sweet moments they share, but I get a bit uncomfortable when people make it out to be a bigger thing than it is. of course I love to joke around about their bromances, but it’s as far as it gets tbh.

40. Would you join Richard in his spray tanning hour?

I mean, damn, I love being pale-ish, but we’d have to be barely clothed while in there, right...?

RIGHT...?

41. What Rammstein possession are you most fond of? (merchandise, album or other)

probably the Völkerball photo album, I love it. I particularly like to go to the index and search for pictures from Poland, it makes me very emotional.

42. Favorite song performed live?

Heirate mich or Was ich liebe.

43. Would you dare to touch Frau Schneider’s hair?

I’d beg her to allow me to.

44. Rammstein with beard? Yes/No

yes, except from Richard and Flake.

45. Which of the members would be the best for playing video games with?

Paulie or Ollie.

46. Red haired Rammstein or blonde Rammstein?

oh shit oh fuck, I’m gonna go with blonde just because red tips Rammstein>redhead Rammstein.

47. Favorite interview with one or all Rammstein members?

Viva Jam 1998, still have a copy on my computer, it’s my first and favorite interview.

48. Would you Till hammer with Till on stage?

what are these questions, of course I would.

49. Your favorite feature in each member?

Paul: smile creases Schneider: smile! Flake: I love his whole face, it’s so calming Till: eyes and lips, can’t choose Oliver: his chest and him being a friggin giant Richard: tummy and lisp (I hope it can be considered a feature)

50. If you could write a letter to Rammstein what would you write?

some cheesy shit I will not share here.

I tag @amura @gay-pengy @beauty-at-matrix @naraism @followthecreeper

#personal #rammstein #.txt #fav

4 notes · View notes

corruptedinnocentblood · 6 years ago

Note

(ask game A) all for heir, hathor, eos, nerezza, sea bun, juliet and glitch

huh

heir

1: List five basic facts about your OC. used to have a relatively normal life, nice family, always had long hair, used to be close to her friends, knows plant language

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.“No….no,no,no… What did you do to them..”

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.non existent d:

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.also non existent

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.pale, looks tired and exhausted, slightly glowing swirls in hair and pupils, long brown hair, not very tall, somewhat slim

6: Describe your OC’s love life.never had the chance to have one, doesn’t fall in love so easily

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.simple and comfortable

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.blames herself for the death of others if she wasn’t able to prevent it

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?watching as her friends get killed by the town, unable to help

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?flowers, a black scarf, a blue marble, a black and white photograph of a town, a picture of her friends and herself

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?nothing, used to like blue marbles

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?a self made scarf perhaps

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.stuck as heir inside of the town, creating her surroundings as she wants them to look like, kind of dying a little bit daily since the town feeds on her life energy/health

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?used to hide a blue marble in friends pockets and whatnot as goodluck charm when they needed it

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?prevents herself and her friends from ever going to the town in order to save their lifes and keep her own normal life

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?go back in time for above reasons

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?try to hide with friends and plan on what to do nextif already heir, nothing, she won’t be in danger

18: What is your OC’s dream job?has none anymore

19: Your OC’s life is a musical. What’s the title of their big show-stopping song?idk tbh

20: Post a picture or gif that describes your OC.

hathor

1: List five basic facts about your OC.loves pastel, very happy and positive, never seems to be out of energy, very social, based on Hathor Egyptian Goddess of Joy and Fertility : “She was known as “the mistress of life” and was seen as the embodiment of joy, love, romance, dance, music and alcohol. She was sort of the Goddess of A Good Time. “

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.“I love the nightsky. I love to be alive. I love that you are alive with me. We can count the stars together.”

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.non existent d:

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.srsly im gonna have to skip all of these

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.pink-brown short-ish hair, soft skin, green eyes, usually in pastel clothes, 1 pair of wings , some golden accessories and a golden-ish halo in a shape i cant describe well (orb and halfmoon perhaps)

6: Describe your OC’s love life.intense, joyfull, fulfilling, open

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.pastel, soft, comfortable

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.tends to not be very strict even if necessary

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?eos

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?a pastel piece of cloth, a white feather, a pill (..yes..), a candle, a pillow

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?a fun time, people to be happy

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?something she knows will make them smile

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.doesn’t stay in one place very long, usually travels and meets people, has fun and lots of sleepovers

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?she remembers what she is and who she was before Eos

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?she goes back when nephtys, eos and her were younger and tries to find out if she can prevent what happened

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?fix reality in a way everyone can be happy

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?try to find a cure and help people stay positive

18: What is your OC’s dream job?none, she doesn’t like work that much

19: Your OC’s life is a musical. What’s the title of their big show-stopping song?the big party???

20: Post a picture or gif that describes your OC.j..just go in her tag for these

Eos

1: List five basic facts about your OC.probably no moral sense, manipulative, powerful, big influence,changed everything

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.“Aren’t you glad to meet me? I think you should. I would be glad to meet me if i was you. “

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.wings that remind you of flowers and flower petals, tan skin, a lot of flowers decorating her hair , warm colors, featherears, somewhat tall, hair usually in a braid to the side, halo in triangle forms and 3 circles and one half moon

6: Describe your OC’s love life.non existent. left behind

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.doesn’t care so much but usually somewhat elegant or ancient goddess alike looking

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.everything she does is bad but not a habit so?

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?she doesn’t dream

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?yellow flowers, flower petals in the color of her wings, a golden wristband, magic similar to hers/her magic contained in a small bottle perhaps, blood

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?i don’t think they celebrate

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?..they dont

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.noone knows, lets just say she has it comfortable and a lot of information about a lot of things

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?Cecyle

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?they have nothing they want to fix or further adjust

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?they have all they want concerning that

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?she’s fine

18: What is your OC’s dream job?hmmm she has it if it could be considered a job

nerezza

1: List five basic facts about your OC.skilled fighter with all sorts of weapons, hates guns, can see ghosts and the alike, grim reaper, no memory of Eos

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.long hair (brown or black depending on certain circumstances, usually brown though), red eyes, a little pale, ca. 165 cm tall, 1 pair of black wings, black halo

6: Describe your OC’s love life.huhgay probably for the most part

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.comfortable, useful

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.carries a knife pretty much everywhere

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?something happening to her family

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?a knife, a black feather, blood, something soft, a plushie

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?a plushie and chocolate cake

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?whatever they cannot afford buying but really want

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.no money issues, somewhat careless, soft big beds are best, kind of tends to leave after staying somewhere a while

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?Error

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?wow uh..idk tbh depends on the AU

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?healing because its convenient considering everything

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?she gets by fine

18: What is your OC’s dream job?artist perhaps, she doesn’t have the need for a job (or the mental commitment)

sea bun

1: List five basic facts about your OC.very kind, very afraid, eats toxic food because it makes him toxic, has a crush easily if you are his type, don’t fucking bite

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.soft, small, sea bun “ears” (feelers), sea bun-ish hair (white with black lil thingies)

6: Describe your OC’s love life.oh boy

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.comfortable and soft! sweaters are big love

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.feels guilty very easily and blames himself easily

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?depends on au, usually something dangerous trying to kill or eat him

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?picture of a sea bunny, sweather, self made clothes of some sort, a bit of ocean water, toxic sponge

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?cake and affection from someone he likes

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?self made clothes most likely

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.uh

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?kisses on the neck are his big weakness

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?depends on au

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?feeling no pain whenever they want!

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?..d..dead..maybe, would feel very bad abt everything going on

18: What is your OC’s dream job?something safe where he possibly could help others

juliet

1: List five basic facts about your OC.scientist of sorts, “black smith” (fire element based, can create all sorts of things /mostly weapons/ in seconds ) , creates humanoids that seem to be their own beings (”the creator”), workaholic of sorts, moral isn’t ..really..a thing..a little bit maybe

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.“Tb. No.”

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.shoulder length hair with one small braid, orange-ish, warm colors, gold-ish pair of wings, golden eyes, warm, looks kind of tired at times

6: Describe your OC’s love life.song

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.doesn’t really care, just, pants, pants are more convenient

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.overworking herself, letting curiousety get the best of her

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?phee

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?fire, high quality weapon, golden feather, machinery of some sort, a book

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?doesn’t really care, maybe a potato snack

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?depends who it is

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.possibly under eos, experiments a lot, still creates humanoids , usually lives in very cold areas with lots of snow

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?the factory

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?they stop phee in time and prevent her from creating “that”

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?going back in time ^

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?might have caused it, is probably fine, see’s what data she gets out if it while she still cares

18: What is your OC’s dream job?whatever she is currently doing

glitch

1: List five basic facts about your OC.used to be a human, kind of misses their parents and old life, barely ever takes a physical form anymore, still visits arcades at times, very good with everything technological

5: Describe your OC's physical appearance.pink almost shoulder length hair, a little glitchy at times,a little bit pale, green eyes with red in the middle, flowers in their hair sometimes

6: Describe your OC's love life.nope

7: Describe your OC's fashion sense.1980-1990 clothes sometimes

8: Describe one of your OC's bad habits.hacking things just to see if they can

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?that one arcade machine, loosing their humanity

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?an arcade machine, clothes from 1980s/1990s , a gameboy, a computer, toolbox

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?used to want games

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?g..games? maybe?

13: Describe your OC's living situation.inside some machine most likely, collecting data

14: What is one of your OC's secrets?their human name perhaps

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?they try to escabe eos

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?erasing knowledge of your existence from someones mind

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?in their current state won’t be in trouble

18: What is your OC's dream job?used to want to work at their parents arcade

#terrortower #asks #heir #hathor #eos #glitch #sea bun #juliet #nerezza

0 notes

green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 7 years ago

Text

Valentine’s Day Countdown: Day 4

Valentine’s Day Countdown Collection

Day 4 of my Valentine’s Day Fanfic Countdown. If you’re interested in seeing your story/ship get written by me, found out more here!

So, without any further ado, here are the two requests that made today’s cut:

1) Loki Laufeyson x Reader 2) College!Peter Parker x Reader

Anonymous asked green-eyeddragonfanfiction: For your valentine thingymajig(i like this word) Can you do a reader x loki where the reader has infiltrated the avengers compound as an avenger but she's (could be he as well i dont really care). The avengers find out and get all butt-hurt but loki believes in her and hes the first to trust her again. Also whats the difference between an imagine, a one-shot, and a drabble?

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader Warnings: swearing, angst, betrayal Word Count: ~1,163 A/N: yasss Loki. Also, sorry for the delay on these. I made poor life decisions yesterday.

One year, three months, sixteen days, ten hours, thirty-five minutes, and four seconds.

That’s how long it took Earth’s mightiest heroes to realize you weren’t all you appeared to be.

Even with all of Stark’s money and a few of the best spies this world had ever seen, it took them months to sniff you out.

Which is why you now found yourself in a high-security cell in the basement of the Avengers compound in upstate New York.

“Just tell us who sent you, (Y/N).”

The Captain’s voice drew you from your reverie. You stared at those piercing blue eyes through the thick wall of glass. All traces of the shy, kind man you’d come to know were replaced by the cold, hard exterior of Captain America. Still, he didn’t have what it took to break you.

The red head next to him... she might be a different story.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” you muttered, turning away from them on the rock-like cot in your room. Everything was a sterile white that already had you itching to punch something. Too clean. Too neat.

“Just tell us what we need to know, (Y/N). This doesn’t have to end this way,” Natasha said persuasively, voice as smooth as silk.

As though she wouldn’t slit your throat the second you looked at Steve sideways now.

Can’t tell you. Too dangerous. They’ll kill you. Tear you all to pieces... go through anyone to get to you.

When you didn’t speak- or even move- Steve let out a long sigh. “C’mon, Nat. We’re wasting our time here,” Steve said coldly. You could imagine the disappointed, betrayed look on his face in crystal-clear detail. It made your heart plummet to your stomach.

You weren’t supposed to develop feelings for your marks, but this ragtag group of idiots had grown on you like no other. Eventually, you realized you hated deceiving them. You wanted to stop. Wanted them to find you out so you could stop the charade.

Catch me. I can’t stop. They won’t let me. Catch me. Lock me away where the sun doesn’t shine. I can’t keep doing this.

“Well... you look like shit.”

You went still. You knew that voice nearly as well as your own.

“What do you want, Loki?” you asked, trying to sound as detached as possible. Getting close to Loki hadn’t been part of your plan. He was dangerous. Deadly.

And had enough suspicion surrounding him that he’d cast doubt on any near him, too.

That didn’t stop you from falling in love with him, though. He was a complicated man with enough twists and turns in his soul to keep your guessing for the rest of your life.

You liked it. He was adventure, wild and dangerous. A promise of fun and mischief. Simple in his complexity.

Not bad on the eyes, either.

“Why did you do it?” he asked, sounding nothing more than politely curious.

You snorted. “You don’t have any right to judge me,” you said scathingly.

Run. Away from me. Go. Before you make things worse for yourself.

You could practically see him regarding you as he thought. “No, I suppose I don’t... and I’m not. But I am curious.”

You spun to face him, unable to keep your composure any longer. “What do you want me to say, Loki? That I’m sorry? That I didn’t mean it? That it’s all some big misunderstanding? Well, I’m not going to fucking say it. Any of it,” you spat. He didn’t so much as twitch.

His next words made your breath catch in your throat. “What of us, then? Was that all a lie, too?” he asked, regarding you coolly. He was so deathly still that you knew he was struggling with his emotions.

You set your jaw and took a deep breath which you exhaled through your nose. “You don’t mean anything to me, Loki. You never did. I was just using you to throw suspicion off of myself,” you said as you glared at him.

It felt like you were being stabbed in the heart as you spoke. Your mind was racing.

Buy it. Believe it. Don’t attach yourself to me. Not when you’re just beginning to build bridges with everyone else. Save yourself like you always do, you fool.

There, in the back of your mind, was a smaller voice, I love you. Please, don’t leave me alone. Please. I beg of you.

You turned away and pulled your knees to your chest. “Goodbye, Loki. Don’t come back. I don’t want to see your face again.”

You didn’t hear him leave, but he was always a quiet one. Moving around undetected by even Natasha and Bucky seemed to be a special skill of his. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and check; the sight of the room on the other side of the glass being empty where just a moment before Loki had been... now that might break you.

So when a pair of lean muscular arms wrapped themselves around your waist, you couldn’t help the sob that escaped your chest.

“Please don’t lie to me, love...” he murmured, breath tickling your ear. You leaned back into his chest and let the tears flow down your cheeks. It was all too much, and you felt your resolve crumble away in that instant.

“I’m sorry, Loki. I’m so sorry. Please... please, I can’t- I can’t lose you. Not you,” you choked out between hiccuping sobs.

He ran his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss to your temple. “I’m not going anywhere, Dove,” he whispered. At that, you managed to calm down a bit, although tears still flowed freely down your cheeks. “Please talk to us. Talk to me... so I can drive my knives through the hearts of anyone who’s ever tried to manipulate or hurt you,” he said, voice somehow both endearing and deadly.

You snorted and wiped your tears from your face before you turned to him. You were wearing an amused smile and the sight made the corners of Loki’s own lips turn upwards. “I love you, Loki Laufeyson. And that’s the truth,” you whispered as you rested your forehead against his and ran your fingers through his long black hair.

His bright grey eyes locked onto you, sparkling with mischief and emotion as he spoke. “I love you, too. And if you ever tell anyone how sappy you make me, I’ll be forced to kill you to save face,” he joked.

You let out a short huff of laughter which he shared, a deep rumble of a chuckle in his chest. “Duly noted, my God of Mischief.”

His grin turned a little more feral and you felt a thrill of anticipation run through you. “I do so love when you call me that.”

“God of Mischief?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He truly was one for all the pomp and circumstance.

He smiled and shook his head. “Yours.”

sheerioasteroidpanda said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Okay so, for your valentines day thingy Could you do a College! Peter Parker x Reader and it be fluffy af Like maybe reader is super close to Bucky (like shes constantly hugging him and makes him give her piggy back rides idk) and Peter thinks that they are actually dating but then Bucky asks if she has plans for Valentines and reader gets all sad because she doesn't and Peter panics and asks her out in front of Bucky. IDK I just love you and I feel like Spidy doesn't get enough love sometimes

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: None... I think. Word Count: ~1,337 A/N: Obviously an AU a few years in the future where Peter is in college and therefore 18+

Peter watched as you passed through the kitchen in a whirlwind, grabbing food and coffee while juggling your backpack and coat. His homework lay forgotten on the table in front of him, too distracted by your very presence to bother giving it any attention.

“You should really sit down and eat, Doll,” Bucky said with a frown from his spot at the kitchen island. Beside him, Steve nodded in agreement.

You barely even flinched at the request as you shoved a piece of toast in your mouth. “Can’t, Buck. I’m late,” you said hurriedly. Peter frowned when you slung an arm around him and placed a kiss to his cheek before giving Steve a hug and dashing for the door.

You paused at the doorway and turned to look at Peter, whose heart immediately began thumping loudly in his chest at your sudden attention. “See you in class later, Peter?” you asked, giving him a tentative smile. Peter nodded eagerly, his voice having spontaneously left him the moment you looked at him. You smiled at him. “Cool.”

And then you ran out the door.

Bucky and Steve had watched the entire thing and when Peter finally looked back at them with a goofy grin on his face he felt himself pale dangerously at the look on Bucky’s face.

He looked murderous.

Which, for an assassin with a metal arm, meant he was absolutely fucking terrifying.

“I’m just gonna- I’ll go study in my room,” he said, quickly gathering his books up and making a hasty exit, books teetering dangerously in his arms.

“Bucky...” Peter heard Steve say chastizingly, but Peter practically ran to his room and didn’t overhear anything said between them after that.

The clock hit 12:50pm and your professor dismissed the class. You and Peter stood up and gathered your things, chatting absently as you moved. You made it out of the building and towards the parking lot slowly, enjoying each other’s company. Peter was sure if Bucky saw the two of you together he’d punch his lights out.

Finally, he asked that question he’d been dreading. Why he wanted to hurt himself like that was beyond him. “So... you have plans with Bucky later?”

You thought about it for a second and even pulled out your phone to check. “No... why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, cause... cause it’s Valentine’s Day,” Peter said, gaze glued to the ground.

You sounded good and confused now. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Peter’s gaze flew upwards to your face, but he quickly looked away nervously. “Well, he’s your boyfriend, so-”

“What?” you stopped in your tracks, face unreadable.

“Bucky’s your boyfriend, so I’m sure you guys are doing something tonight... right?”

You stared blankly at him for a second before wordlessly pulling out your phone and typing something Peter couldn’t quite see without straining his neck quite obviously. You shoved your phone back into your pocket and looked up at him and Peter tried very hard to look like he hadn’t just been trying to sneak a peek at your phone.

“Peter, Bucky’s not my boyfriend,” you said, deadpan.

“What? But you always hug him and give him kisses and you used to ask him to give you piggy back rides and-”

“Peter,” you cut across him. He instantly snapped his mouth shut and stared at you in confusion. “Bucky’s not my boyfriend. He’s my grand uncle.”

Peter’s eyes widened comically and you had to bite back a laugh. “He- You- What?” he asked, flabbergasted.

You laughed at that. “My Grandma Rebecca is his sister. We’re family.”

Peter’s mouth opened and closed a few times and you made a mental note of how he looked like a fish out of water. “So... not dating?”

You made a face. “Ew. No. Even if we weren’t related he’s over a hundred years old. I mean even if you count biological years he’s still got like ten years on me.”

Peter frowned and looked at the ground. “Oh.”

You peered at him, head tilted slightly. “Why do you ask?”

Peter went beet red. “No reason.”

You paused before plastering a smile on your face. “Oh, alright then. Let’s get back to base, yeah? Before Tony sends Steve and Natasha after us.”

Peter nodded and avoided your gaze. After a moment, his head shot back up, confused expression on his face. “Hey, what did you send on your phone a minute ago?” he asked curiously.

The grin on your face reminded him violently of Natasha and the glint in your eyes reminded him of Bucky. “Oh, I told the group chat you thought Bucky was my boyfriend.”

Peter went tomato red again as he pulled out his phone. Sure enough, the group chat had exploded with messages and he saw quite a few witty, sarcastic ones from Tony, Clint, and Sam. He supposed it was a blessing Loki didn’t have a phone.

“Stupid. Coward. Idiot.” Peter thumped his head lightly against his desk with each word. He paused his berating of himself when he heard the scuffle outside his door.

“Buck, come on- you can’t just-”

But Steve’s protests apparently didn’t stop Bucky because a second later he kicked the door open, six feet of muscle and anger blocking the light from the hallway.

Peter gulped loudly. “Uh, hi, Sergeant Barnes. Captain Rogers. Can... can I help you?” he squeaked.

Bucky stalked forward and stopped barely and inch from Peter who’d reflexively stood up in case he had to defend himself. “Fix it,” Bucky spat.

“Wha- I don’t-”

“Fix it!” Bucky hissed again. This close, Peter could feel his breath on his face.

Steve sighed; Peter could just barely spot a broad shoulder and the top of Steve’s blond head past Bucky. “Bucky, you gotta use your words.”

Bucky took a deep breath and took a half step back. “She’s sad. (Y/N). I can’t fix it. Not this. Already tried. Grow a pair and ask her out,” he said, glaring down his nose at Peter.

“Wait, what? You... want me to ask her out?” he asked, utterly caught off guard.

Bucky scoffed. “Hell no. But you make her happy. I see the way you look at each other. I’m not blind.”

“She likes me?” Peter asked, the words sounding foreign in his mouth even though he’d been wishing for them to be true for months. Years, even.

“Go ask her yourself and find out, punk,” Bucky said as he crossed his arms.

Peter nodded, mind going a million miles per hour, and moved to step around Bucky’s large frame, but his metal hand shot out and stopped him in his tracks. “If you hurt her, I want you to know- in no uncertain terms- you’ll regret it. I won’t go into details. I don’t need to. Just know I’m a man of my word,” Bucky said darkly. Steve sighed and shook his head, burying his face in his hands in exasperation.

Peter gulped and nodded. “I understand, Sergeant Barnes, sir.”

Bucky gave him one last glance before he removed his hand and nodded. “Then go.”

Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He bolted from the room, eager to leave The Winter Soldier behind.

He found you in minutes, knowing the places you liked to frequent off the top of his head. When you saw him rush into the room you smiled, though one of your brows was lifted in confusion. Even from this far away, Peter could tell you’d been crying recently. Your eyes were still a little puffy and red.

“Hey, Peter... what’s up?” you asked casually.

“DoyouwannagoonadatewithmeforValentine’sDay?” he asked, words blurring together in his haste to get them out.

You stared at him blankly, nod understanding. “Sorry... what?”

“You. Me. Valentine’s Day?” he asked haltingly, finer speech eluding him under your gaze.

But you finally seemed to understand, wide grin lighting your face up; one Peter instantly found himself mimicking as his heart soared. “Yeah, Peter. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #college!Peter parker x reader #Valentine's Day Countdown #Dragon's Valentine's Day Countdown #Valentine's Day #peter x reader #marvel fanfiction

147 notes · View notes

wewalkadifferentpath · 7 years ago

Text

let’s play 20 questions~!

@some-thrilling-heroics is “taking a swing at making one of those ask meme thingies~!” so here I am doing another one of these lol but this one seems rad so we’ll see

Top 5 things you love about yourself: ohhh snap uhm 1. my sense of humour 2. my drive to make the world better 3. my identities and experiences that have made me more compassionate (ie. bipolar, being ace, panic disorder, chronic health issues- as much as I hate them all most days, they’ve made be better and kinder, and I can’t help but appreciate that) 4. my love of learning things! 5. my obsession with stories (real people’s and fictional, hearing and creating)

What is the sweetest, nicest thing someone could ever do for you? I think just paying attention to details means a lot to me, particularly around things that I need support with. Like today my dad got me an ace hoodie for Christmas, which was lovely, or when my friends are aware of when I need support for my dissociation, etc.

Do you like hugs? I LOVE hugs from people I’m comfortable with. I’m kind of touch-opposed when it’s someone I’m not comfortable with (and it doesn’t actually exclusively matter how well I know the person, it’s just what kind of relationship I have with them or the vibe) but I’m getting better with hugs from strangers and stuff

A library or a carnival? ohhhh snap you gotta pull my two weaknesses eh... library, I guess, just because I’m more lowkey in my dissociated old age lol, but both

Do you have any recurring themes in your dreams? Reality not being real, or being unreliable, etc. (that’s why friggen Stiles’s storyline in teen wolf triggered the frick outta me). Also sometimes dreams about feeling truly, genuinely comfortable and “myself” around someone, usually someone made up or a personality imposed on an acquaintance’s appearance, though those are infrequent.

Favorite song this year/month/whatever: I’ve been listening to both Say You Won’t Let Go and Take Me Home on repeat this month (also apparently this decided to start numbering from 1 again after the “read more”? so like? just pretend this is 6).

What mythical/fairy tale/supernatural creature would you like to be and why? ooh an elf, I think it’d be cool af. Or something with magic I guess? but that’s a lot of work lol

Your top 3 OT3: oohhhh uhh Malec, Arthur/Guinevere, and Sterek. Oh and Raphael x happiness lol

Your top 3 fictional friendships: Raphael and Magnus (though that’s sort of family), Merlin and Arther, Caroline and Stephen (Vampire Diaries)

You come home late one day and find a vampire hiding in your bathroom, what do you do? Tell tumblr lmao

Top 5 favorite books: oh goosshhh uhm She Comes Undone by Wally Lamb, the entire Pendragon series, the second LOTR book, Among the Hidden, Dancing Through the Snow (the book that made me go into social work) (most of these are books I read as a kid that I still love and read today)

What’s your go to solution when you’re sad? Hide under a warm blanket and drink tea? I don’t get “sad” so often anymore as just hella dissociated/anxious/whatever else so idk, what even are coping mechanisms?

A castle or a cottage in the woods? Cottage in the woods! Castles are cool but creepy af

A trope you wish was used more often: Someone learning to trust touch/physical affection (either for the first time, or after a trauma, or bc they’ve associated it with lust/violence, etc) (probably bc it’s something I’ve had to learn personally, and I think it’s an important skill to teach people who have a touch-repulsed or distrustful person in their life bc things would have been easier for me if people knew how to do that correctly)

A trope you’re tired of: The “I think you’re a real person deserving of respect despite x,y, and z, give me a medal- oh and that’s the same thing as love” crap. Aka the only thing people being able to say about Alec’s love for Magnus is that he loves him “in spite of his heritage” etc. Gross.

What character(s) would you like to have as a romm-mate(s) and why? oohhh any of them... Alec would be salty and hilarious, lol. Stiles would be cool! I think Caroline would be fun too as like a university roomie.

Any unusual headcanons? I think Derek from Teen Wolf is ace, or at least demi. That’s not that uncommon, but. I also headcannon Magnus as someone who doesn’t always trust the intentions of physical touch, especially non-sexual touch like cuddling, and I think he’s probably a little touch starved and so is Raphael so they probably low-key kind-of-snuggle while watching dramas together and stuff, lol.

Do you have a pet and if not, would you like one? My family has a cat, Willy Nelson :) I’ve kind of always wanted a fish but alas, I’m cheap, lazy, and feel bad for fish in small bowls.

Do you change your favorite color or do you stick with one? I believe favourite colours are usually linked to core personality, or at least desired personality. Mine was teal FOREVER, but as I matured and grew more calm, somewhere along the line it became pale green/soil brown and that’s where it’s chilled for a few years now.

Alcohol or chocolate? Neither? My physiology is too sensitive now. Alcohol I guess, lol.

tag 10 ppl when you’re done I do NOT know 10 people you haven’t already tagged, lol. uhh @sebtea you do it, and @child-of-the-sea-and-sky and @iactlikegarfieldonamonday I guess if you want to?

#asks #mine #thanks!

0 notes

pink-kitty-kela · 6 years ago

Text

Avengers: Endgame (WARNING SPOILERS)

I watched Endgame last night. This is my personal opinion of the movie, you are more than welcome to have your own. Don’t like it? You are not obligated to read! 😉

☠☠☠ WARNING!! SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ☠☠☠

☠☠☠ WARNING!!! ☠☠☠

☠ ~~ ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS, ENDGAME SPOILERS! ~~ ☠

Hmm.

Now that I got that big spoiler wall out of the way, here goes my thoughts:

Infinity War made me leave the theater speechless, looking like （＊〇□〇）……！

But after leaving Endgame, I was kinda like... ┐(ﾟ～ﾟ)┌ I think it may be because at the end of Infinity War, you don't know what to expect, and in Endgame, it was more like...conclusive? Like, there isn’t really anywhere else to go, except I guess... new generation Avengers.

I’ll admit, someone was soft-spoiling me about the movie, so I unfortunately wasn’t going in as blind as I hoped. That kinda pissed me off the whole day, but whatever. Basically any emotional/sad ending scenes I was already expecting, so it really took the wind out of my sails.

Anyways, Endgame wasn’t necessarily a bad movie, but it definitely pales in comparison to Infinity War. Was it a good conclusion for the last decade of Marvel movies? I kind of have a...resounding “Sure...” I feel neither overwhelmed or underwhelmed. Just...whelmed.

Btw, RLM just released their Half-in-the-Bag about Endgame, and honestly, I agree with basically most of their review.

I feel like the parts of the movie that were good were REALLY good, but the gripes/nitpicks/questions I have for the movie now... stick out.

Let me get the positives out of the way:

Visuals and action scenes are top notch! And when everyone comes back (despite it being...a little too convenient??), it is a really epic ass moment, especially when Captain America FINALLY SAYS THE THING.

I like how most of the characters had at least a scene of emotional closure.

There were some witty jokes and one-liners did make me laugh!

Morgan is cute! And teenager!Cassie is adorable! ...now I want cheeseburgers. 🍔

Even though I had issues with the time travel aspect of the movie, I did like the nostalgic flash backs to the previous movies, like the first Avengers movie.

Honestly, the back and fourth between the Avengers was pretty spot-on. The Russo Brothers are really good at knowing how each and every character works.

Uh...Spiderman coming back was pretty cool! No matter what he did, his interactions were always solid.

Um...that’s it.

Now I’ll move onto my gripes questions I had for the movie:

The biggest issue in the movie, to me personally anyways, was definitely the TIME TRAVEL aspect. Now look, I’m not coming into Avengers expecting them to have the mechanics of time travel down like goddang Primer, but I was hoping for a decent, tight time traveling with little need for hand waving.

The one thing I was kind of expecting was the alternate branches of timelines being a thing (with all the talk about quantum physics), but then they had to close the loop on one timeline... which is fine... but when Captain America stays in the past... that breaks the first rule they established of the Avengers being unable to change the past but only their future (hence why they were bringing the stones back to the future, snapping, and then returning the stones). Future Captain America going back to the past to spend his life with Peggy CHANGES the past, not to mention... wouldn’t there be... two Captain Americas running around??

...WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY IS THAT THE TIME TRAVEL BEGAN TO BREAK IT’S OWN RULES FOR THE SAKE OF CLOSURE WHEN I PERSONALLY THINK STEVE ROGERS HANDING THE BATON TO SAM COULD’VE BEEN DONE BETTER WITHOUT IT BREAKING THE TIME TRAVEL RULES

Also, Iron Man and Antman screwing up and not getting the Tesseract cube thingy and having Loki escape breaks the past? Because??? In the first Avengers, Loki is captured with Thor, but....in this past he escapes?? I’m assuming he gets caught later on, but too late and that’s why Iron Man and Captain America have to execute plan B to get the Tesseract. That’s...fine... but it’s not mentioned in the movie...

Okay, now that I think about it more, I think the movie threw out the “We can’t change the past” line just so people can’t be all like, why aren’t the Avengers preventing very bad things from happening like peoples’ deaths or terrorism or blah blah blah. Mainly because logically speaking, the Avengers traveling to the past at all changes the past period. But...I’ll let that slide, I guess...

Another thing that kind of bothered me was Captain Marvel’s inclusion. It was the issue of Superman or Quicksilver in the Xmen movies - you can’t have too strong of an OP character in a movie, or...well, it’d be a very short movie. My issue, though, was that it felt that the reason she was out of the movie (planet tremors????) was kind of... flimsy?? I just think the Russo Brothers could’ve definitely 1) wrote her more interesting, 2) given her something to work with (flaws? personal conflict?? SOMETHING???)

Also, another thing pointed out by RLM, how was Iron Man able to recreate a gauntlet that would hold all the Infinity Stones vs. Eitri (Peter Dinklage’s character in Infinity War) having to create very special, POWERED BY SUN gauntlet? Also, how was Iron Man’s own iron suit hand able to even hold the stones in the first place at the end, assuming it was an impromptu move...?

ON THAT NOTE, why the F*CK didn’t Captain Marvel just use the gauntlet??? She was carrying it??? And (assuming how effing OP she is) she probably could’ve easily put it on and snapped her fingers. And probably say some stupid sassy one-liner like “Was that even hard you guys?” 😏 But I digress, I couldn’t stop thinking about this last night, all because now that I realize that she could’ve done that, it really took out the importance of Iron Man’s sacrifice. THERE WAS NO NEED FOR HIM TO DIE IF GOD DANG CAROL DANVERS JUST SNAPPED HER FINGERS?! Sorry. I’m upset.

Speaking of OP, Thanos was WAYYYYYY too OP. Like...weirdly too OP for some big purple guy not having any of the Infinity Stones. I get that when Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man weren’t exactly at 100% when they first went up against him (they did just come crawling out of a bombed building), they should’ve easily took him down. Like I get that they kind of had to amp up his strength in the third arc to raise the stakes, but it took me out of the movie considering he had... zero stones.

Speaking of OP, Scarlet Witch should’ve totally been able to take him out. She held her own when Thanos had four stones, and in Endgame, he had, as I remind you, none!

As cool as the big third act battle was, it was pretty cringey when all the girl superheroes got together and were basically like, “Girl Power!” Marvel...I get it. You love and respect women. You don’t have to lay it thick on the audience how cool the womens are. It just...felt unnecessary?

Also wasn’t a fan of him being all like, “I’ll just recreate the universe!” So much for him being somewhat sympathetic at the end of Infinity War. I was kind of hoping for a bit of a twist where he realizes his mistake, but no, he has to be the big bad guy. I’m kinda with Jay from RLM, it’d be cooler if the conflict of the story was mostly on the time travel shenanigans without the need to drag Thanos back in.

One personal gripe I have is I actually thought Hawkeye should’ve taken the sacrifice, not Black Widow. I love them both, and I did like the small callbacks they did in the first Avengers but I mean...so much for that Black Widow movie people were clamoring about. Also, they were super doubling down on that family he had that no one asked for so...yay, I guess. 😒

Speaking of closure, I’m kind of annoyed that there was actually zero mention of poor Vision. Which begs the question of how they’re going to...explain that in the Disney+ show. I guess you could say it takes place before he dies but...that’s kind of lame.

Poor Peter Quill didn’t have to be done in like that! He barely recovered from losing everything he loved, and you make his love interest beat him up. 😒 That was a slap to the face to poor Starmora fans. Unless they found that funny, idk?

I personally didn’t like how they handled Thor in this movie. It was fine in Infinity War, because while he had more the comedic bits, there was still brevity in his character. In Endgame, he’s literally a total joke and a butt monkey they entire time. I felt that no one had any real respect for him, and the times when his implied trauma and anxiety were brought up, it kind of turned into a joke?? And there wasn’t really a satisfying arc to his character, he was just know lame, schlubby, and funny? Like, if this was done with a female character, no one would be laughing and also there would be riots on the streets imo. I’m not one of those people screeching “fatphobia” but I really didn’t like how Thor was handled. I get that he’s better off as a comedic character, but they went too far with hi in those terms. I’m fine with him leaving to go with the GotG, but it’s annoying that they didn’t even bother bringing Sif back, wtf.

The tone of Endgame as a whole was starting to feel almost like Age of Ultron, where the balance between funny/witty began to outweigh against the seriousness of the situation.

Also, while I did like the send-off they gave to Iron Man, it was really jarring how... conveniently everything turned out when the 50% population just suddenly CAME BACK TO EXISTENCE. Like... Peter coming back to high school presumably only a few weeks/months after coming back? And the high school looks practically brand new and intact??? At the beginning of the movie, the shots all over the world look practically post-apocalyptic. Sending everyone back won’t solve everything, there would still be chaos you guys.

Obviously these are just QUESTIONS that I don’t have answers to, so if you do, let me know!

Like...I’m understanding of the passing the baton thing. The actors all the way from Phase One are basically retiring, so they’re gearing up to casting the new Avengers. That’s fine. I just...wasn’t a fan of the “things happening because plot” thing that I felt happened more than twice in the movie.

It kind of felt the same as when I left The Last Jedi, where the more I thought about it, the more things started to not make sense, even though I was at least entertained in the theater.

My poor SO, he was feeling a bit pessimistic after the movie. He says while he does find Marvel movies enjoyable, they’re no longer exciting as they were a few years ago. I remember being so excited to see Captain America: Civil War and Guardians of the Galaxy on opening night a few years back, but now, we watched Thor: Ragnarok on DVD and didn’t even bother with Captain Marvel.

I think we’re kind of tired of the “Marvel Formula.” It’s fine that people still enjoy Marvel movies, but they’re all starting to become...samey. Predicticable? And all the female characters are starting to be all samey as well. Sassy, witty, and sorta annoying. It’s like Disney doesn’t know how to make decent female characters that aren’t sassy and/or into science. It’s kind of boring now. Also please Disney I’m begging you no more woke millennial humor please

I didn’t mean to go on a rant, I still honestly like Marvel movies and it’s great how far we’ve come. I’m just annoyed that Endgame was more messier than I’d like, and I didn’t get enough closure from the whole cast, despite it being a 3-hour movie. I think at the very end, despite the big battle scene, I was really feeling the bloat from so many characters all in the Marvel universe.

I’ll probably give Avengers: Endgame a 7.6/10. I would tell people to go watch it, but I’ll probably meme about it for a few days, then be done with it. Unlike Infinity War, I don’t really feel compelled to rewatch it again.

That being said, I’m totally rooting for DC to give Disney a run of their money. Shazam was awesome, 10/10!!

#avengers #the avengers #mcu #marvel #movies #avengers: endgame #endgame #eg #eg spoilers #personal notes #personal text post #god I'm so nervous posting up my opinion

1 note · View note