#and then upping it again at 5-3 to seal the win

[lesellieknope]

can we calm down about conceding 3 btw

[shortbcofkoffee]

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CW: Bruce's POV so some weird ass thoughts about Tim, child neglect, child abuse, victim blaming

Bruce had been difficult. He was angry and sad, he hated the world and everything in it. It was all too big, and he was too small to do anything about it. He could if he had money. He heard people say anything was possible with money, but Alfred had said he wasn’t allowed any of his parent’s until he turned 18. That was forever away, and he was stuck. So he did what he could. He screamed and shouted at teachers, yelled at his classmates, and punched them until they cried. The only person who tried to stay his friend was Harvey. Bruce hated him for that. He wanted to be alone. Until he was better, until he was able to protect the people he loved, Bruce wanted to be alone.

Alfred never left him alone. Alfred was always there to wake him up in the morning and put him to sleep at night. He fed Bruce and made sure he bathed. He was just the same as he was before Bruce’s parents died. No matter how much Bruce yelled and no matter how many doors he slammed or vases he smashed, Alfred was always there. And Bruce would always find him to apologize a few hours after acting out. Alfred always forgave him.

Alfred rarely talked to him unless Bruce said something first. Even then, they were short answers and impersonal questions. Bruce didn’t care. He’d find Alfred in the library or the sunroom and tell him about his day. 

For years, it was just Bruce and Alfred. Two people alone in a huge house. He didn’t need to worry about protecting Alfred; Alfred was more than capable of protecting the both of them. He offered to teach Bruce how to use a sword so he could protect himself too. Alfred was safe. He promised to protect Bruce, to never let anyone hurt him like that again. Bruce was happy. He didn’t need anyone else, he just needed Alfred.

Puberty hit Bruce like a brick, turned him into one too. He was huge and angry, and he lashed out in more dangerous ways. He’d get into fights that he’d always win. He'd come home with blood on his clothes, a mix of his and others. He started to do things just to bother Alfred. He didn’t know why, he loved Alfred, but his face made him angry. Alfred was neutral. Alfred didn’t say anything. He never said anything. Bruce wanted to see him show something, just show Bruce that he cared. Show Bruce that this was more than a job. But there was nothing. So Bruce continued, he would until he got results.

One day, Alfred found him. Opened the door to his bedroom one evening and handed him a letter.

“What’s that?” Bruce didn’t look up from his homework. No matter how much he acted out, he still wanted good grades. He was going to be a doctor like his father.

“A letter of resignation,” Alfred said, voice just as flat as ever. “My two weeks notice.”

Bruce’s whole body locked. Suddenly, all of the words on the worksheet below him started to swim together. Eyes wide, he stared up at Alfred. “Yours?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Alfred nodded. “Yes, Master Bruce. In two weeks' time I will be leaving for England. I’m afraid you’ve become much more work than originally thought.”

Bruce opened his mouth but no sound came out. He looked down at the letter in its off-white envelope with its red wax seal. Tears itched behind his eyes. “You’re gonna leave me?” His voice sounded weak, broken. 

Alfred said nothing. Bruce shot up from his seat. He was almost the same height as Alfred now, and all of a sudden that was awful. He was too big and his world was too small. Alfred’s face was neutral, but there was a slight knit in his brow. Bruce couldn’t tell if that was worry, annoyance, or what, but he wanted it gone. He didn’t doubt Alfred for a second. He knew Alfred could disappear with the wind and Bruce wouldn’t notice until it’s too late. Alfred could be gone tomorrow. Bruce would be alone. Bruce couldn’t be alone. He reached forward, grasping at the sleeve of Alfred’s coat.

“Please don’t go. I need you.” Alfred remained silent. Bruce’s legs suddenly felt weak. He sank to the ground and used his other hand to grip Alfred’s pant leg. “Please don’t leave me, I’m never gonna stop needing you. I love you, Dad, you’re all I have, please don’t go.” He barely noticed the title leave his mouth, it felt natural. It felt right. “I love you, I’m sorry I’m making your job hard. I’ll stop. I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t leave me too. Please, I’m sorry.” He was rambling now, his words felt meaningless as they sounded. Each apology came out rougher than the last.

Bruce felt a familiar gloved hand land atop his head. Alfred’s fingers threaded softly through his hair. When he looked up, Alfred’s face was smiling and soft. Bruce soaked it up for the moment it was there, but it hardened again when their eyes met, but Alfred’s hand kept moving. 

“Stand up. I accept your apology, and I’ll rethink my resignation. Just promise me you’ll try to behave.”

All of the tension left Bruce’s body. “I promise,” he smiled.

Alfred never quit, but every so often, Bruce would find an off-white envelope with a red wax seal lying around like a reminder. A reminder that this was one-sided and that Alfred could leave him at the drop of a hat. A reminder that he was a job and that even if Alfred saw him as a son, he had no problem stopping. It always sent Bruce spiraling. Had he done something wrong? Was Alfred mad at him, did he want to quit, or did he just leave it out by accident? Why did Alfred even hold onto it? He clearly planned on quitting eventually. But he didn’t. Because he loved Bruce. He loved Bruce just as much as Bruce loved him. Getting an actual “I love you” from Alfred was harder than pulling teeth, but it was fine. He showed his love in other ways. He made Bruce his favorite meals when he felt sad. He made sure Bruce was on top of his homework. He told Bruce how similar he was to his parents. Not matter how little he said it, Alfred was still his person, still his dad. Bruce was happy with just them.

Years later, it was just him and Tim alone in the cave. About a month into their… unspoken agreement. Tim was scolding him for something that Bruce was barely listening to. He was turning over the details from their patrol in his head, preparing to write them down. He’d been almost stabbed because he, in an admitted moment of stupidity, decided to attack someone head-on rather than take them down from a distance like he was more than capable of doing.

“And honestly, if you’re dead set on killing yourself, maybe I should just leave before you drag me down too,” Tim huffed.

That snapped Bruce out of his head. Instinctually, he grabbed Tim’s arm. Tim made a small sound. The kevlar gloves were heavy and Tim was lighter than any 13-year-old ever should be. Bruce didn’t even get a chance to think before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“Please don’t leave me, dad,” it came out panicked. Bruce’s eyes widened under the cowl as soon as he said it. He let go of Tim’s arm.

Tim looked down at his arm and up at Bruce. He always took off his domino mask as soon as they got into the cave, he said the adhesive made his skin itch. Bruce could see the panic set into the kid’s eyes before it was quickly masked by something else Bruce couldn’t identify. He smiled a smile Bruce only ever saw on people at galas. Fake, pristine, and meant to gain trust. This one looked exactly like Tim’s mother's.

Tim placed a comforting hand on Bruce’s arm. “It’s okay, bud, I was just joking. I won’t leave you, I promise.”

As much as Bruce hated himself, that calmed him down. Alfred hadn’t done that since Bruce was a child. Alfred didn’t offer him soft touches and comforting words. He almost melted at the contact. A deep part of him needed this, a constant source of comfort that wouldn’t leave. That needed him just as much. Bruce knew it was odd to think this way, but Tim’s parents weren’t in the country at the moment. They wouldn’t be back for two months. Tim needed an adult, and Bruce could be that adult. He would be as long as Tim let Bruce need him too. And Tim had taken to this like water. He didn't seem to mind at all, he bent to Bruce’s needs and requests like a droopy-eyed puppy.

Bruce only grunted a half response.

Despite his seemingly slow aging, Tim was one of the most mature people Bruce knew. It was easy to forget he was a child sometimes, and if he just looked into Tim’s tired eyes, it was easy to pretend he’d always been older. He justified it to himself by saying Tim would never have a normal childhood anyway. Stalking Batman and Robin was dangerous for anyone to do, let alone a young child. He most likely would’ve died if things hadn’t played out this way. Besides, helping Bruce was hardly a prick in the massive wound that was protecting Gotham.

Bruce stopped feeling bad at some point, he didn’t know when. It’d become just another part of life. And Tim was so casual in a way Alfred had never been. Tim was easy. Bruce could complain, vent, tell him about his day, and Tim talked back. They could hold a conversation, and Bruce never knew how much he needed that. So he stopped thinking about the implications.

He loved Tim. That was an irrefutable fact. Bruce loved his whole family. But Tim was different, always had been. So he loved Tim differently. He loved to care for people and Bruce was no exception to that. Even before the “dad” thing, Tim had cared for Bruce. Because he wanted to. Had Tim spoken up at any point, Bruce would’ve left him alone. And Tim was outspoken. If he didn’t like something, he would’ve told Bruce by now. This was something Tim wanted to do just as much as Bruce needed him to. So Bruce didn’t need to worry about him.

Bruce knew he was paranoid. It’s what kept him safe, it’s what kept his family safe. And right now, for the most part, they were safe. Unfortunately, something was coming; he could feel it. And it wasn’t related to whatever Scarecrow was doing. Something was wrong and brewing within his family. They were on the verge of falling apart, and it was his fault. Bruce knew it was his fault because it had started with Jason. Usually, when something went wrong with Jason, it was Bruce’s doing, whether directly or indirectly. 

Jason had found out the true nature of Bruce and Tim’s relationship. He stopped talking to Bruce. That was something he did when he got angry, so it wasn’t surprising; they’d gone without speaking for longer than this. The difference was that Jason was still hanging around the manor. He’d been watching both Bruce and Tim like a hawk, making sure they weren’t alone together whenever he was around. It was stressful and more than a little frustrating.

That was also part of the problem. Bruce’s knee-jerk reaction to feeling this way was to wait for Tim to come comfort him. It’d been that way for years now. 

Tim only looked like his father superficially. He was much shorter, had a much rounder face, and had a thin body. But they had the same mop of black hair that was never in order unless they had to go to work or galas. Tim’s eyes were the exact same shade of ice blue as the ones in the family painting that hung in one of the parlors. The shape was different, but even when Bruce was a child, he thought that painting looked off. And they both looked at Bruce as if he was the most delicate thing in the world, prone to break at a gust of wind.

Bruce relished in that look. He knew he shouldn’t. It was an awful, disgusting thing for him to do. Jason had every reason to hate him. Tim had every reason to hate him. Damian knew now too. Tim had explained that he didn’t know much, and Damian hadn’t seemed to be mad at him, then again, he was as hard to read as his mother. Bruce didn’t think he’d be able to take it if another one of his kids hated him. 

Sometimes, he wondered if Tim hated him. He didn’t think so. Even if he did, Tim was the most loyal person he’d ever met. Tim leaving him felt like barely a possibility nowadays; he’d been taking all of this for granted. If Tim did really hate him, it was only a matter of time until he snapped. Bruce knew all too well how growing resentment can destroy people. If Tim truly hated him, then one day he’d leave too. He didn’t doubt Tim knew how to disappear. There wouldn’t be an envelope, Bruce would just wake up one morning, and he’d be gone. That might be scarier than others finding out.

It was a lose-lose situation. Tim would leave, and Bruce would have to learn to be someone by himself, but his kids wouldn’t hate him. Tim could stay, keep Bruce together, but his kids would probably never talk to him again. 

Bruce felt pathetic. He’d had the best of both worlds for too long, he had to cut one or the other off now. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t know how. He wanted both, he’d fall apart without one or the other. He couldn’t choose now. 

…

He needed Tim.

“I’m- I’m gonna hang up now, okay, Dami?” Dick was breathless.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Damian demanded. His voice was weak, like he was moments from crying.

“I won’t, Dami, don’t worry. You did really good telling me this. Thank you. I love you.”

“I… love you too.”

Dick hung up.

Dick was worried, confused, but most of all angry. After hanging up, he just stared at the wall. One sentence.

Bruce had groomed Tim.

Bruce, Bastian of Justice, and his father, Tim’s father, had groomed Tim.

Bruce had groomed Tim, his son, Dick’s little brother, one of the most empathetic people Dick had ever met.

According to what Damian had said, it was a fucked up form of abuse too. Well all forms of abuse were fucked up, but this was so weird. He was forcing Tim to roleplay as his dad. The scenario Damian had described made Dick’s stomach turn over. Dick created a timeline in his head: Jason passed when Tim was 12, he begged Dick to become Robin again at 13, Dick refused but went to check on Bruce anyway because Tim described him as so broken. When he did finally see Bruce they argued, got captured, Tim saved them, and Dick went home. He’d hated everyone in that situation: Bruce for failing to save Jason, Tim for putting on his suit, and Alfred for giving it to him.

But even through his anger, Dick could tell how broken Bruce seemed. He fought sloppily and stumbled over his choices, he almost beat a goon to death. And Dick had left Tim with him. A hyperviolent, angry, depressed Bruce. Through his own anger, he’d left Tim alone in that house with an unstable, violent man. … or alone wasn’t right, was it? 

Alfred was there. Apart from his annual vacation, Alfred was always there. Had he known? Alfred knew everything. Part of Dick wanted to say he didn’t, if it’d taken someone five years to notice it was completely possible that Alfred hadn’t either. But that wasn’t realistic. Nothing happened under that roof without Alfred’s knowledge. And he hadn’t done anything. He knew Bruce was forcing Tim to do- to do Alfred’s job! Was that why? Because it was Alfred’s job to parent Bruce and it was easier to let Tim do it? It was easier to mold Tim into a tool for Bruce’s comfort than have Alfred do his job. Tim didn’t deserve that, no one did. He was a kid and his empathy stretched to the wrong person at the wrong time.

And Bruce had let him.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t fully Alfred’s fault. He hadn’t done anything, but Bruce was an adult who made an adult decision. He hurt Tim. He lied to everyone. He was the perpetrator. The biggest hypocrite of them all.

“Oh God,” he mumbled to himself, putting a hand over his mouth. 

The last time he visited Tim had brought Bruce his dinner. It seemed inconsequential at the time, Tim said he was helping Alfred out. It was something Tim would do, he was a good person. Dick thought Tim was taking a while for someone just delivering a dinner, but he ignored it. Tim said they had talked about a case, Dick trusted him. But Bruce had been moping before that, but he seemed happier when he came down for dessert. Too much happier. And Tim looked drained. 

“God,” he mumbled again.

Logically, Dick knew this wasn’t his fault. For all the shit he gave Bruce, he was good to all- most of his kids. Dick trusted him enough to leave kids in his care, they always sent child victims to Bruce. Bruce, the man with lollipops in his belt. Bruce, the one who got all of them out of awful situations and into stable homes. Bruce, the one to give Dick a home and talk him out of murdering the man that took his parents from him. Dick trusted Bruce with his life most of the time. He was supposed to. Bruce was supposed to be a trustworthy person.

But he wasn’t. And Dick had left Tim at his mercy. He couldn’t even bring himself to step foot in Gotham for the first few months after Tim became Robin. Tim’s endless mercy was taken advantage of while Dick was wallowing in his own anger and sadness. Dick hated himself. He should’ve been there. Should’ve noticed sooner. He shouldn’t have had to hear about this from Damian. Damian was too young, barely older than Tim when he became Robin. Was Damian even safe? Dick really didn’t know. Bruce was far from a perfect dad but he was a pretty damn good one to everyone but Tim. But Dick couldn’t leave any more children in Bruce’s care, especially someone like Damian. Damian was still weak to manipulation, a “gift” from his time in the LoA. He was especially weak to people he trusted. He might not be in danger but until Dick understood Bruce’s intentions toward him, Damian wasn’t safe. If Dick was going to take Tim from Bruce, he might have to take Damian too. He couldn’t let Bruce do anything like that to him. 

How had Bruce groomed Tim anyway? Did Dick even want to know? He didn’t. All the stereotypical situations came to mind. Jesus Christ, he needed to clear his head. Dick stood and left his bedroom, only to be reminded of why he was there in the first place. 

“Dick?” Kory frowned at him from the couch. Some of his other friends were there too, with the same expression. They’d been watching a movie. Just a few minutes ago, he’d been happy, everything was normal, and he’d been watching a movie with his friends. “What’s wrong?”

Dick wanted to say everything. He wanted to say nothing. He wanted to curl into Kory’s side and never speak again.

Instead, he found himself flopping back down between Kory and Vic. “Nothing, just some family stuff.”

Garf nodded hesitantly. “Cool, cool, really cool. Like Bat-family stuff or family- family stuff? Cause you look totally shell shocked.” 

Kory pulled him down and wrapped an arm around his head, burying her fingers in his hair. “Garfield,” Raven frowned.

“Just asking.”

“You are okay though, right man?” Vic asked.

“I’m all good.” Dick wrapped his arms around Kory’s waist.

It’s a silent comfort and he melts into her touch. He rests his head on her chest and lets her play with his hair as the movie starts to play again. Okay, so clearly, he had to get Tim out of the manor and away from Bruce. It was only a matter of how. 

Dick pulled out his phone again and looked up photography events in Bludhaven. Tim still liked photography, didn’t he? He probably did, Dick had seen him carry a camera to the zoo the last time they went with Damian. It didn’t take long to find an event. Something fall-themed taking place right after Halloween. That was probably for the best, with Tim’s work ethic Dick would never be able to pull him away before that. Things usually calmed down between Halloween and Thanksgiving, so as long as they made it through that day, it’d be fine. 

There was a guest speaker too, some famous lady Dick had never heard of. Tim would probably like this. Dick had seen his collection of nature shots, Tim had, much to everyone’s worry, even tried to get Poison Ivy to help him get some when he was younger. It didn’t work, but it was a show of dedication. Dick booked two tickets.

Tim had a pretty solid night’s sleep for once in his life. It’d been a calm couple of days, all things considered. Yeah, his knees were still a little sore from crawling around in vents last night, but he’d been through worse. He stretched and dragged himself out of bed and to the kitchen. Alfred was there making breakfast. They were silent, calmly existing in the same space as Tim made himself coffee. 

Jason hadn’t even tried to interact with Tim for the past few days. Part of Tim was patting himself on the back for breaking the guy’s nose, it made Jason back off. Jason did say he’d have eyes on Tim all the time, though. That was a little nerve-wracking, but Tim would’ve noticed if someone was following him by now. Unless he put a tracker on Tim, or was stacking his phone or something. A tag wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Tim didn’t want to worry about that now though, his coffee was done.

He sat at the breakfast table and leaned back in his chair. It was sunny out, or rather about as sunny as it could get in Gotham. Light streamed in, warming his back and making his coffee taste better, almost sweet. He hid his phone screen in his shadow to see it better. Nothing seemed to be going on. No major news headlines involving anything about Bats or Waynes apart from the usual gossip columns. He still needed to read those, though. It was his and Babs’s job to skim through them and make sure they didn’t get too close to finding anything. They never did, but it was a good practice. 

Tim took a mental attendance of who would be at breakfast. Damian, definitely. Bruce was a maybe. Cass probably slept over at Steph’s if they went on a date, so she was a no. Duke… probably wasn’t here. Bruce let him stay in his parent’s house whenever he wanted. Jason was thankfully keeping his distance. Dick was still in Bludhaven. So it was probably just gonna be Damian and Bruce joining him. Good.

Tim and Damian were on really good terms right now, which was a pleasant change of pace from just above tolerating each other. Well, they’d been on good terms for a while, but now they were closer to actual friends than they’d ever been. That felt nice, having one less person who wanted him dead. Especially one that knew where he slept. 

Speak of the demon prince, and he shall appear. Damian rounded the corner, still in his pajamas. He looked his age when he was tired. Damian sat across from him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. When the sun reflected off them they looked… 

“Dude, you look exactly like your mom.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Bruce’s features were definitely there, and they made almost the exact same expressions, but his eyes were a carbon copy of his mom’s. That was good, there were too many blue-eyed people in this family.

Damian looked up at him. “Huh?”

“Your eyes. They look exactly like your mom’s.”

Damian blinked emptily at the table. “That’s good. There are too many blue-eyed people in this godforsaken family.” 

Tim smiled. “I know, right? Anyway, you look like you slept well. Want any coffee.”

“I don’t wish to stunt my growth like you have, Drake. I still plan to be fully functional when I mature.”

“Your loss.”

They sat in silence for a little while. It was nice, ambiotic. Titus walked in at one point and nuzzled his head onto Damian’s lap. Tim wanted to take a picture, it was too cute, he almost forgot it was Damian he was looking at. Bruce walked in a few moments later, looking as tired as ever. He sat at the head of the table like always and greeted them. Alfred came in with a tray and frowned. It was obvious why, he and Damian had this argument at least four times a week.

“Master Damian, please wash your hands before you eat.”

“Why should I? Titus is clean.”

“Titus is a dog. I have no doubt he licked your hand before I came in here.”

The argument went on until Damian slid out of his seat, cursing under his breath, Titus following on his heel. Alfred sighed and shook his head while Tim hid his smile in his coffee. Plates were placed in front of each of their seats, and Tim dug in. It was simple blueberry pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Tim,” Bruce caught his attention once Alfred left the room. “I need to speak with you after breakfast.”

Tim’s coffee tasted bitter again. “Can it wait? I’m walking the dogs with Damian.” He really needed to stop instinctually lying, he’d get caught one day. Not now, but eventually. “It’s nice out.”

Bruce nodded. “Yes. Come find me when you’re done.”

Damian came back a few moments later and scanned the room for Alfred. Once he confirmed he wasn’t there, he picked the bacon off his plate and fed it to Titus, who happily and messily ate it off the floor.

“Good boy,” Damian smiled.

This was nice. It was nice out, breakfast was delicious, he had a good night's sleep, and the Scarecrow investigation was going smoothly. 

Dread pooled in his gut.

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[widowsistersandfriends]

Sore Loser

Request: Could you write a story where the reader challenges wanda to a ping pong game best of 3. The two agree that the lower should be tickled as a punishment. Each person wins one game but wanda wins the third. Rather than accept their fate, the reader runs around the compound with wanda (who is a bit slower) chasing after her. The reader escapes. Wanda recruits Yelena and Kate to go help chase the reader in like a hide and go seek type of way. Eventually the reader is caught wanda sits on the readers hips while the other two sit at either side of the readers head. They focus purely on upperbody tickling with an immense focus on the ribs and sides. Eventually they stop the tickling, the reader gets up and challenges Kate to a round of 5 in pingpong... (ler!wanda, ler! yelena, ler!kate x lee!reader)

Note: Thank you so much for this request! I had so much fun writing it and it was a very creative idea! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1810

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Today there were no missions and you all had a day off at the compound. Given that Tony Stark was a rich man, there were rooms for any activity that you could think of. Today, you decided to challenge Wanda at a game of ping pong. You two had been in a long series of games, keeping track of who won what. You were both competitive and refused to lose without a fight.

“Ready to lose again?” Wanda asked, as you picked up  your paddle. 

“If I recall correctly, I beat you in basketball yesterday, so I’m actually ready to win again,” you corrected her cheekily.

“Wow, someone’s cocky,” Wanda tsked, sending some magic over to tickle your side.

“Ah! Wahahanda! That’s cheheheating!” You giggled, squirming around and trying your best not to fall.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do that during the game,” Wanda smirked.

“Fine, let’s make a deal. We’ll play best of 3, all games to 11 points, and whoever loses gets tickled,” you said confidently.

“Deal,” Wanda said, sticking her hand out to shake on it.

Each one of you had won one game already, and it was down to the third game. The score was currently 10-9, and it was match point for you.

Wanda served the ball, and you returned it with ease, feeling a grin form on your face. Wanda turned her body, fooling you and thinking she would hit it in the direction she was facing. However, with a quick flick of her wrist, she shot the ball across her body, catching you off guard. 

“Tie game!” Wanda cheered, having a trick up her sleeve.

You gritted your teeth, feeling the pressure now. Before the game, you both agreed that it was first to 11, and you would not go into a deuce to save time.

“Nervous?” Wanda asked, grinning evilly at you.

You shook your head, feeling your stomach turn with excitement and nervousness. 

Wanda was one to take a risk to win, so she pulled out a trick serve to try and seal the game. She let the ball bounce on the table, before hitting underneath it, sending it super high in the air. The key was to not hit it too far.

You eyed the ball carefully, unsure if it was gonna go out or not. It was super close, and you swung your paddle as the ball came down. However, the ball just nicked the edge of the table before falling off, causing you to whiff and hit nothing but air.

“HA! I WIN!” Wanda cheered. However, you knew you were gonna get wrecked and couldn’t accept the fact that you lost, so you took off running in the compound. Where you were going, you didn’t know. But you knew that you would not give her the reward she had earned.

Wanda knew she could easily fly and catch you, but she decided to build up the suspense by participating in the chase. You had stellar speed, so you were able to escape her. 

The witch ran into Kate and Yelena playing Go-Fish on the couch.

“What happened to you?” Yelena questioned, as the witch was clearly out of breath.

“I beat Y/N in ping pong, and we agreed that the loser gets tickled. However, she lost and was being a brat and ran off. Can you guys help me catch her?” Wanda asked the two girls.

They smirked at each other, both accepting the opportunity to chase and tickle you.

The three women took off, looking in places they thought you were hiding. You were currently in Natasha’s closet with the lights off. You heard Yelena enter the room, calling out your name.

“Oh Y/N! Come out, come out wherever you are!” Yelena said, adding a teasing tone to her voice. 

You peeked through the small crack of the door, watching as Yelena ventured further into the room. As soon as she got in enough, you threw the door open and bolted out of the room.

“Come back here Y/N!” Yelena shouted, while also yelling out to Wanda and Kate that she had found you.

You sprinted at full speed, ducking into a bathroom and closing the door.

You giggled with glee, knowing that you had an advantage speed wise. You positioned yourself to where you would be behind the door when it opened, meaning they wouldn’t see you. Or so you hoped.

Kate opened the door to the bathroom and turned the lights on. If it were somebody else, you probably would have been caught. However, Kate was a bit clumsy and not thorough in her search, as she took a quick peek inside and left. 

You sighed in relief, but were starting to get a bit thirsty from all the running. You knew it was risky, but you decided to venture to the kitchen to get a drink.

You tiptoed slowly out of the bathroom, taking quiet steps through the compound. You found it weird that you hadn’t seen Wanda in a while, given that she was the one who was mainly trying to find you.

You finally made it to the kitchen, as you did a quiet fist pump. However, you were startled and jumped when you heard a voice from above.

“I knew I’d find you eventually,” Wanda said, smirking down at you. Wanda was flying above, as she used her flying abilities to scout around the compound where you were.

You quickly downed a cup of water and tried to take off. However, this time, Wanda was not letting you escape. She flew down and grabbed you, as you kicked and shouted for her to put you down.

“Kate! Yelena! I found her! Meet me in Y/N’s room!” Wanda called out, as she flew with you in her arms to your bedroom.

“Put me down! You insisted, squirming in her grasp.

“You think you can mess with me?” Wanda asked, gently tossing you on the bed.

“Well clearly I did,” you said with an eye roll.

Just then, Kate and Yelena entered the room, to your surprise.

“What are they doing here?” You asked Wanda.

“They’re here to help me tickle a brat to tears,” Wanda explained with a grin. 

“W-What?” You stuttered.

“You heard me,” Wanda said.

“But that’s not fair! It’ll be 3 vs 1!” You cried, now sitting up quickly to bolt. However, Wanda tackled you and sat on your hips to prevent you from going anywhere.

“Better luck next time. Maybe you should work on your ping pong skills and you won’t be in this predicament,” Wanda teased.

“Girls, why don’t you go ahead and hold Y/N’s arms above her head?” Wanda asked, as you quickly wrapped your arms around your torso.

Yelena and Kate tried to grab your arms away from your torso, but you were stubborn and used all your strength to not allow it.

Wanda began to scratch at your sides, making you burst into giggles, weakening you by the second.

“Wahanada stahahap!” You giggled, as your strength was depleting.

Eventually, Kate and Yelena tickled your neck, which made you even weaker. They grabbed your arms and pinned them above your head, leaving your entire upper body open.

“This is your punishment for losing…and for running from me,” Wanda said, as she reached down and began to claw at your ribs, making you gasp in ticklish surprise.

“WAHAHAIT PLEHEHEASE!” You laughed, arching your back as much as you could. 

“What's wrong Y/N, does that tickle?” Wanda cooed, as she dug in between your ribs.

You screamed with laughter, begging for her to stop.

“Stop? We’re just getting started,” Wanda teased, as she signaled to the girls to join in.

Kate and Yelena both used one hand to hold your arms and the other to now wiggle into your armpits, causing you to squeal.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you shrieked, shutting your eyes tightly in despair. 

Wanda moved her hands back down to your sides, making you snort and pull desperately at your arms. You tried to buck against her, but this only made her bend down and blow a raspberry on your tummy.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD,” you laughed and shouted.

Kate and Yelena stopped tickling your armpits, as Wanda now raked her nails over your soft stomach.

You sucked in your stomach, trying to avoid the tickles and hold in your laugh. Wanda caught on to this, and stuck her finger in your belly button to make you bark out with laughter.

“Are you gonna stop being a sore loser?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Are you?” You responded back, immediately regretting it when Wanda went full force, spidering and squeezing up and down your sides, and scratching her sharp nails over your delicate exposed ribs.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP ENOHOUGH IHIHI CAHAHANT,” you pleaded, as Wanda stopped to give you a break to see if you were being serious.

“Say you lost and this will all be over,” Wanda warned you.

You laid there for a bit catching your breath. Kate and Yelena began to lightly drag their nails over your arms, stopping just before the armpit to make you freak out in anticipation. Over and over they did this, as you struggled against them.

Wanda felt you squirm and buck slightly under her, but she knew it wasn’t from the tickling. You were trying to escape. 

Wanda moved down slightly before giving you a look of warning.

“Are you gonna say it?” She asked.

You shook your head firmly, bracing yourself for the next attack.

“Your funeral,” Wanda sighed, as she began to squeeze and dig into your hips. Kate and Yelena also resumed their armpit tickle attack, which sent you over the edge.

You screamed and gasped for them to stop, eventually breaking out of their grip and tapping out on the bed as Wanda continued her hip tickle assault.

Wanda ceased her tickling, as you muttered out that you lost.

“What was that?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah we couldn’t hear you,” Kate and Yelena both chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, before jumping as Yelena poked your ribs.

“Okay stop!! I said I lost!” You said desperately, now curling up to protect all of your ticklish spots.

“Atta girl,” Wanda said, ruffling your hair as you swatted at her in annoyance. 

“I may not be able to beat you at ping pong, but I can definitely beat Kate,” you huffed in annoyance.

“Hey! Why am I getting dragged into this!” Kate exclaimed. 

“Sounds like Y/N is challenging you,” Yelena said.

“Loser gets tickled?” You suggested again, knowing that Kate had no ping pong experience.

“I didn’t agree to that!” Kate shouted, now getting worried.

“Too late!” You said, taking off for the ping pong table for a best of 5 match.

[the-most-humble-blog]

10 MORE Things That Make No Sense – But We Accept Anyway 🤹‍♂️

Life is a circus of nonsense, and we’re all just out here nodding along like trained seals, clapping at shit that should not be normal. Somehow, we just accept the absurdities of life without question, even though half of them make less sense than a TikTok finance bro giving investment advice from his mom’s basement.

Let’s crack this open. Here are 10 MORE things that make absolutely no damn sense—but we all pretend they do anyway.

1. “Service Fees” on Top of Taxes

Oh, so the price you advertised wasn’t the actual price? Fantastic. I love surprise charges at checkout. Nothing screams “fuck you” like an extra $12.99 in bullshit fees tacked onto my $8 purchase.

💰 Why It Makes No Sense:

I already pay taxes. Now you’re charging me a “processing fee” to exist?

Restaurants: “A 20% service charge is automatically added.” Then why the hell do you still expect a tip?!

The real crime? The fee isn’t for a service. It’s for nothing.

2. 30-Minute Ads Before a 2-Hour Movie

Remember when going to the movies meant watching the movie? Now, if you show up on time, you’re legally required to sit through a half-hour hostage situation of car commercials, shitty perfume ads, and a guy whispering about Dolby Surround Sound like it’s a religious experience.

🎬 Why It Makes No Sense:

I paid $18.99 for a ticket. Why am I still getting ads?

If I wanted to watch 30 minutes of nonsense before the main event, I’d just go to therapy instead.

There’s always that one guy who thinks now is the perfect time to loudly open a bag of chips.

3. Gift Cards That Expire

So let me get this straight: you already have my money, but if I don’t spend it in time, you just keep it? That’s not a gift card. That’s a ransom note.

🎁 Why It Makes No Sense:

Why does my money suddenly have an expiration date?

"Use it or lose it"—bitch, it was already spent.

Store credit? Oh, you mean corporate Monopoly money?

4. Lottery Winnings Getting Taxed

Congrats! You won the lottery! But wait—before you even touch a dime, the government is here to snatch half of it.

🤑 Why It Makes No Sense:

I already paid taxes on the money I used to buy the ticket. Now I have to pay taxes again?!

If you win $1 million, you’re actually getting “Congrats, you’re only kinda rich now” money.

But don’t worry! If you lose, you get… nothing. No refund. No credit. Just an empty wallet and a lifetime of regrets.

5. Food Packaging That’s Impossible to Open

Somewhere out there is a team of scientists who have perfected the art of making snack packaging stronger than a goddamn bank vault.

🍟 Why It Makes No Sense:

Chips: sealed like a government secret.

Water bottles: childproofed like nuclear weapons.

Candy wrappers: require a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu just to open.

Meanwhile, the actual food inside? Already stale.

6. Mail That’s Just Junk or Bills

Remember when getting mail used to be exciting? Now, it’s just a daily reminder that capitalism owns your soul.

📬 Why It Makes No Sense:

90% of my mail is credit card offers I never asked for.

The other 10%? Bills.

If you actually send me a real letter, I will assume you are either a time traveler or an escaped cult member.

7. Insurance That Barely Covers Anything

Insurance: The beautiful scam where you pay thousands just to find out your “coverage” covers jack shit.

🚑 Why It Makes No Sense:

“That procedure isn’t covered.” Oh, so my “health insurance” doesn’t actually insure my health?

You paid $3,000 in premiums and still got hit with a $5,000 deductible. Make it make sense.

Car insurance? “Sorry, you’re at fault for existing in a 5-mile radius of another driver.”

8. Grocery Store Layouts Designed for Psychological Warfare

You came in for milk. Now you’re 30 minutes deep into the bread aisle, questioning your existence.

🛒 Why It Makes No Sense:

Why is the milk ALWAYS in the back? Because they know your dumb ass will walk past 14 temptations before you get there.

The “sale” tag? It’s just the regular price in disguise.

There’s always one asshole who blocks the entire aisle with their cart like they own the place.

9. Customer Service That Doesn’t Serve the Customer

“Your call is very important to us. Please hold for four years.”

📞 Why It Makes No Sense:

The robot voice makes you scream ‘REPRESENTATIVE!’ like you’re casting a spell.

The second you FINALLY get a human? “Oh, let me transfer you.”

Why does ‘24/7 customer support’ close at 5PM?

10. The Fact That We Still Trust Alarm Clocks

Every night, you set your alarm. Every morning, you regret ever being born.

⏰ Why It Makes No Sense:

It doesn’t wake you up gently. It fucking attacks you.

You hit snooze like it’s keeping you alive.

“I’ll go to bed early!” Narrator: They did not.

Life is one long-ass joke, and we’re just out here laughing through the absurdity. Whether it’s sneaky fees, shrinkflation, or the goddamn movie theater commercials that last longer than the movie itself, we just accept the nonsense like good little consumers.

What’s something YOU just go along with even though it makes no damn sense? Drop it in the comments.

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[ryuichirou]

Replies: kind of headcanony ones.

I wrote too many, so I decided to put these replies in a separate post.

Thoughts about twst characters judging who is the best at sucking dick, thoughts about twst characters getting sold off for diplomatic reasons, thoughts about pegging and me not liking it (lmao it sounds so weird without context), thoughts about Shroudcest girlies, Shroudcest and pregnancy, fem!Floyd’s boobs, and a couple of dark kinks (very briefly).

Anonymous asked:

A threeway competition between vil, jamil, and silver for best cock sucking... Well SOMEONE will just have to try all three to decide!!! (Dozens of hands raise) LOL my first thought was Kalim and Lilia, but they would both be too biased (Lilia literally built Silver's technique from the ground up to be best suited for him...)

Maybe Rook... I think he's really good at keeping his biases to himself, but then again, he may just give them all perfect 100 scores like in book 5 🤔 OH!! Ortho would be very good at objectively scoring them!! I think we could count on him to determine the best dick sucker of them all 🫡

These 3 sucking Ortho off is also really hot... These 3 sucking anyone off is really hot 😭

(related to a reply in which I said that these three are the best at sucking dicks)

DOZENS OF HANDS RAISE YES LOL SO MANY VOLUNTEERS! SO MANY ENTHUSIASTS!

Lilia and Kalim would absolutely be too biased. Lilia would get pouty about it though – what do you mean he can’t be a judge of this thing?! Don’t worry, Lilia, Silver is going to suck you off 3 times as a compensation…

Rook is a dangerous one; because yes he will absolutely give them all perfect 100 scores, but also I don’t think we need even a slight possibility that Vil is not going to win this one. Vil doesn’t even want to be the best at it, this isn’t something to be very proud of in his opinion, but losing isn’t an option, especially if it’s against Jamil who doesn’t want to be there and Silver who is half-asleep already! Don’t do this to him, Rook. Don’t do this to all of us.

Ortho really is a good candidate though, he would have a very complicated rating system and would actually rank them all based on several aspects, and then give them an index or something lol

I also think Ace would be surprisingly okay at judging. Well, he’ll die at first, but after he wakes up and the shock of being sucked off 3 times by the best suckers of the cast disappears, he’ll be pretty honest and unbiased. Maybe. Or not.

Anonymous asked:

sometimes i think about the boys that have some level of political standing or connection getting sold off to better diplomatic relations

…so, Leona. 🤔 Since Kalim is the eldest son, and Malleus is the future king, I feel like that would make Leona the perfect candidate. He would lament about how being the second son means he is only good for whoring to other people to make diplomatic relations better lol Like a very expensive toy.

Idia would be a fun option too, but he is also the eldest son ahhhhh…

You know, fuck reasoning and rationalisation, all of them should get sold to some mob guy, in fact, throw Vil in this group as well (or rather, switch him with Kalim lol).

Jamil doesn’t have any political standing, but if he wasn’t that important to Kalim, he would’ve been sold too lol

Anonymous asked:

I imagine when fem!Floyd is bored she sometimes takes her giant honkers and repeatedly slaps them together like a seal clapping it's fins just so she can hear the sound they make

Oh god… this does sound like her lol she is pretty used to having huge boobs, but it’s one thing to have them underwater, but on land? The sound really does sound funny, and Jade and Azul get uncomfortable every time it happens.

Anonymous asked:

Why can I imagine Fem!Idia and Fem!Real!Ortho being those two sisters who share a room and a bed?

They absolutely could, Anon~ I feel like the Shrouds in general would sleep in one bed a lot, even if they have separate beds. Ortho would just always climb to his niichan/her neechan and to cuddle and chat instead of sleeping.

Shroud sisters that are uncomfortably close in people’s eyes though… such a hot idea 😳 What do you mean you kiss your sister on the lips and squeeze her butt every night! That’s not what sisters usually do!

Anonymous asked:

So ortho had a robot peen. Like a sex toy. Pegging is penetrating someone with a sex toy on the crotch. By that logic Ortho is pegging ppl.

Why no pegging? Is it just a simple, ain't your flavour? Curiosity

If we erase all nuance and boil it down to the most basic idea: we don’t really like pegging because we prefer for both lovers to have some sort of sensation on their skin. And Ortho is a special case (just like fem!Azul is a special case for having tentacles and fem!Ruggie is a special case for having a pseudo-penis): his entire body is just parts that don’t have any sensation, and to him sex as a process is different from the way it is for everyone else.

I know that there are some toys that stimulate both partners and stuff, and it could technically work, but I just don’t wanna lol

Anonymous asked:

Shroudcest question. Let's say one of the 2 were girls how would the other feel if they got pregnant. Example- male Ortho knocks up fem Idia or vice versa.

Would they keep the baby? What would their family think? Curiosity

I’ll note once again that we don’t really vibe with pregnancy themes, but I’ll note once again that I’m a hypocrite when it comes to this theme in relation to Shroudcest lol but only in very specific scenarios.

I like the idea of the Shrouds being very okay with incest as a family, this route is pretty fun; but realistically, I think their family would be very against it, in a “we ignored it as long as you didn’t cross the line, but now you did”. Idia abso-fucking-lutely wouldn’t want to keep it, she wouldn’t want anyone to find out at all, maybe wouldn’t even tell Ortho. But if Ortho knows, it gets messy, because I can actually see him wanting to keep it and getting fixated on this idea.

It would feel like the whole world is against them, Idia would be terrified on so many levels and try to talk Ortho out of it, but Ortho would out-stubborn all of them. This is a symbol of his and Idia’s love, why get rid of it? Isn’t it how their ancestors did it anyways? (He would use the ancestors excuse a lot��) He might even threaten…everyone involved, actually lol This boy isn’t okay.

…yeah, so we only like pregnancy scenarios when we can turn it into complete chaos I guess lol

Anonymous asked:

I think Lilia doing food sex would just veer off into emetophilia

…yeah, I feel like this is another unexpected kink he wouldn’t really mind, so I can see that happening lol

Anonymous asked:

Who would bang a dead body? I put my money on Floyd. Dick game too good, he'll prolly crush his partners throat and not know-it. Fucking a dead body

Floyd accidentally fucking someone to death with his monster dick and then still fucking that person, sounds legit lol Jade would do it as well, but I also feel like he would actually notice that and be very intentional about it. I can also see Jade being kind of a necrophiliac… on the other hand, maybe a dead body is too boring to him??

It wasn’t boring for Lilia however, he used to do this stuff when he was younger. But he prefers someone who is very freshly gone and still warm.

Oh god, what am I saying, of course Rook OF COURSE ROOK would have a thing for someone who is very deeply asleep. He would see it as something so poetic, as if his boner isn’t piercing the skies with how erect he is.

[1-imaginary-girl]

A Mischievous Love Story - Part 8

Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader (platonic)

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

Warnings: Descriptive violence.

Word Count: 5.2k

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

I've finally returned to this series and yes it was because of season 2 of Loki and yes I'm still completely wrecked over it. There isn't much interaction between Loki and the reader this part, apologies for that, but after this it will be mainly just them as I stray from the plot of the movie to focus on their romance!

She’s my wife. The words echo in your mind over and over again as you stare at Loki. You heard him say those words, you know you did, and yet there’s no way that could have happened. There’s no way that he just called you his wife. Right?

Your mouth is hanging open and you want to close it or say something but you're in shock. Loki shoots a glance your way and grimaces. There’s no way.

“Your wife?” the Grandmaster asks, equally as confused as you. For some reason, you also hear disappointment in his voice. But you don’t have time to dissect that. The Grandmaster looks at you and then down at your hand. The jig is up, you think. “I never noticed that.”

Wait what? You look down at your left hand and again appear utterly shocked. There, on your ring finger, sits a wedding ring. It’s absolutely gorgeous. A gold band with emerald leaves wrapping around it. For a moment, it all feels real. The ring is perfect and you're married to the man you love. But reality settles in all too quickly.

The ring has been conjured up by Loki’s magic. You look at his hand and see a matching band. You remember that you're not married to the man you love. You're pretending to be married to a man who broke your heart. And the pieces plummet into your stomach, sinking like stone.

You want to glare at Loki but the Grandmaster is still looking your way. If you don’t play along, he’ll probably punish Loki for trying to lie to him. So you send a smile his way and nod. You can’t get yourself to speak.

“Please, let her go. She can stay here with me. I promise she’ll fit right in,” Loki says, using his most persuasive tone of voice. The Grandmaster seems to consider it.

“Alright,” he says. You toss aside your anger for now and rejoice in the fact that you don’t have to fight anyone. Although you will not be thanking Loki for getting you out. Not like this. “If your wife prevails in her fight, she will be free to accompany you in your place among the higher-ups.”

“Wait what?” Loki says and you slump a little in defeat. But you don’t let it keep you down. All you have to do is win one fight and you're free to enjoy a luxurious vacation until you can find a way to escape this planet.

“It’s a deal,” you say, looking at the Grandmaster. He smiles as if you've just sealed your fate. But you're used to people underestimating you and you've come to enjoy it. It only makes it that much more satisfying when you win.

“Wait, can’t we just—” Loki tries to say something but the Grandmaster’s mind is set. He extends a hand towards one of your restrained hands. You shake it to the best of your abilities despite your hand being tied down.

“I look forward to seeing how this plays out,” he says with a giddy smile on his face. 

“As do I,” you say.

“Y/N—”

“See you on the battlefield,” the Grandmaster says before he hits a button on some remote and your chair is moving. You're caught off guard but determined not to show any fear. Instead, you'll focus on anger. 

"Y/N!" Loki calls after you again but the wheels have already been set in motion. There’s no going back. 

†††

Your surroundings pass by you in a blur, and you find it hard to focus on anything you pass. You allow the chair to take you where it’s programmed to go without resistance. Next thing you know, you're being hauled into a circular, white room and you land roughly on the ground, snapping you from your thoughts. You turn just in time to see the big cell door being slammed shut. You contemplate taking your anger out on the door, but you feel so drained of energy that you just let your head fall back with a sigh.

“Are you alright?” You hear a voice say, causing you to jump as you hadn’t taken note of anyone else in here. You push yourself onto your elbows and turn your head. “Over here! Big pile of rocks waving at you.”

As the voice said, you see an alien made of rocks casually sitting against the cell wall with his hand raised to wave. You've seen aliens like him, but not this species specifically. Beside him is another alien with purple skin that reminds you of an insect, with four black beady eyes and mandibles for a mouth. The creature is also in a full suit of armour with two blades where its arms should be.

“Yeah, I’m actually a thing, I’m a being,” the rock alien says. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Korg. I’m kind of like the leader in here. I’m made of rocks, as you can see, but don’t let that intimidate you. You don’t need to be afraid unless you’re made of scissors.” The alien, Korg, giggles to himself as he and the other alien stand up. “Just a little rock-paper-scissors joke for you. This is my very good friend over here, Miek. He’s an insect and has knives for hands.”

Miek moves his arm/blades around in what looks like a karate move, but you think it’s meant to be a gesture for hello. That was a hell of an introduction, you think to yourself. As this isn’t the strangest interaction you've had today, you slowly stand up to properly greet them.

“Hi,” you say with a little wave, which feels awkward but they seem to respond well to it. “My name is Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” Korg says and Miek does another karate-like gesture. Your brain is pounding from your previous conversation but you figure you should be polite. Especially if you are going to be stuck in here for who knows how long with them.

“So,” you say, wondering what to ask. “What are you guys in for?”

“Well I tried to start a revolution but didn’t print enough pamphlets, so hardly anyone turned up,” Korg says. “Except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate. As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator. Bit of a promotional disaster.” Then he leans in and starts to whisper. “Actually, I’m trying to organize another revolution right now. It’s a bit underdeveloped at the moment, but don’t let that deter you. Do you reckon you’d be interested in something like that?”

“No, actually I’m a bit busy at the moment.” You look past Korg and down the hall of this weird prison. If you can find an exit, maybe you can escape before the fight. From there, you can try to commandeer a ship and go back to Asgard. Simple. A quick breath, and you take off running down the circle. You're only running for a few seconds before Korg reappears in front of you.

You widen your eyes and look back before facing the alien again. “Did you—”

“Ah, yeah, no, this whole thing is a circle. But not a real circle, more like a freaky circle,” he says, and you just scrunch your face, trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. When’s the last time you've had a proper rest? You know, without being knocked out. Feels like a lifetime ago. “It doesn’t make much sense, but nothing around here makes sense. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

You slump down against the wall as Korg talks. “So, I’m really stuck in here?” 

“I’m afraid so. But it isn’t all bad. Miek and I have made up a few games to pass the time. For example, there’s this one called—”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t think I’m up for any games at the moment.” You sigh and let your head hit the wall. “It’s been a long day.”

Korg gives you a sympathetic look before nodding. “I get that. Feel free to have a rest, Miek and I will look over you if you’d like,” he says. Despite everything that’s happened, you smile at them.

“Thank you.” Korg gives a nod while Miek does another expression you can’t quite figure out. With that, you settle against the wall. It’s not the most comfortable, but you've slept in worse. You sigh and sleep quickly takes over.

You're not sure how long you've slept for, but you're abruptly woken up by the sounds of shouting.

“Stay away from her, you freaky ghost!” you hear Korg yell. Groggily, you pull your eyes open to see Miek in a fighting stance and Korg throwing fallen bits of himself at—

“I just need to talk to her, I’m not going to hurt her!” Loki says. He’s standing a few feet away from you. You're confused as you watch Korg’s rocks pass through him before you fully wake up and understand it’s an illusion. Part of you is hurt, another isn’t so surprised anymore. Another one of his tricks.

“Like I’m going to trust the word of a freakin’ ghost!” Korg yells back. You realize that they really did watch over you as you slept, which makes you smile. As much as you love seeing Korg try to hit Loki with rocks, the two of you need to talk.

“It’s okay guys,” you speak up, clearing your throat. They all turn to look at you and Loki looks relieved. “I know him.”

Korg looks him over and Miek doesn’t stand down until Korg gives the go ahead. “You’re safe for now ghost,” Korg says threateningly. Korg looks at you once again and when you nod your head to say that you're okay, him and Miek walk a little way down the circle to give you two privacy.

“Making new friends already?” Loki jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You don’t respond. Instead, you look down at the ring still on your finger. Loki sighs. “I understand you’re upset—” You glare at him and he sighs again. “Look I’m sorry, but it was the only thing I could think of to protect you!” 

You bristle at that. “So tell him that I’m your friend or a cousin, not your freaking wife!” you say. You don’t have the energy to yell at him right now.

“You don’t understand, the Grandmaster…he’s very particular about who he allows up there. It wouldn’t have been enough,” he says calmly. You shake your head.

“Then maybe you should have just let me compete normally,” you say, your anger growing the longer he’s here. “I could have made a deal to get out of here not prolong my stay.”

“Annabel, you haven’t seen the competitions,” he insists, stepping closer. “I have. They’re brutal, and I haven’t even seen his beloved Champion.”

“I told you, I can handle myself,” you spit out. 

“Maybe, but I can’t just stand by and watch you get hurt.” Those words cracked something in you. You snap your eyes up to meet his and from the fury in them, he knows he said the wrong thing.

“You didn’t want me to get hurt? You don’t think this hurts?!” You stand up and shove the ring in his face. “You don’t think having to pretend to be your wife after you broke my heart is going to hurt me?” He looks down in shame, pain on his face. Good. “I’d rather face his Champion right now then have to endure that kind of pain.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“You keep apologizing but nothing changes with you! You keep making selfish moves and tricking people—”

“Hey, that was not selfish.” He defends himself but you don’t want to hear it.

“You tricked me, Loki. Again,” you say with tears in your eyes. His sudden defensiveness is crushed. “You tricked me into pretending to be your wife. Do you know how messed up that is?”

“Love—”

“Do not call me that!” you yell, getting into his face. You try to poke him in his chest but your finger passes right through him. You laugh humorlessly as a tear slips down your cheek. “God, you’re using a trick right now!” He looks hurt. “You couldn’t even come to see me yourself, you had to hide behind an illusion.”

“This place isn’t easy to get into,” he argues quietly, but you shake your head.

“I can’t fight with you again right now.” You turn away, moving back to the wall. This move seems to hurt him more. You slide down back to where you were. “Just go back to whatever party I’m sure the Grandmaster is hosting.”

“Y/N, please, let’s talk about this—” he begs, coming closer but you don’t move a muscle.

“I don’t have anything else to say to you,” you say, defeated. His eyebrows draw close together and if you didn’t know better, you’d say his eyes are welling. 

“Please,” he whispers, and if he were really here, maybe you would have sought comfort from him. Maybe you would’ve kept talking. But he’s not.

“Go,” you say, keeping your eyes trained to the floor.

After a moment of hesitation, where it seemed like he wanted to reach out, but he couldn’t, he drew back. He takes a step backward. “Just…” He seems at a loss for words. “Please be careful.” When you don’t respond, his image shimmers and disappears. You put your head between youry legs and let a few more tears fall.

†††

You soon find yourself escorted into some sort of training rooms. Species of all kinds can be seen preparing for a fight. For the first time, you really start second-guessing your decision to fight. But you won’t give up, not yet.

The training area is next to the stadium and you can hear the distance sounds of cheering which makes you cringe. How could people actually watch this and enjoy it? You're running your fingers along the weapons, trying to decide which would suit you best, when you glance over at the divide in the area. On the other side of a wall of lasers is a bar of sorts. It looks rough, not the kind of bar you would want to find yourself in. But then your eyes widen.

Drinking at the counter, is the woman who got you thrown into this hellscape. Your blood boils as you try to find Korg. When you do, you point towards her and say, “Korg, that’s the woman who put me in here! Who the hell is she?”

“Ah, that’s scrapper 142,” he says, recognizing her. Interesting that she doesn’t seem to have a real name. “She’s a toughie, put the best of the best in here. Those Asgardians, man.”

Your burning gaze at the scrapper snaps back to Korg. “Wait, she’s Asgardian?” you ask. 

“Yup,” he says. This changes everything. If you can talk to her, you can tell her what’s happening at Asgard and she can help you escape. And you won’t need to be anybody’s fake wife.

You hurriedly make your way over to the laser wall. “Hey! Hey, you!” you yell at her, not the most polite way to start the conversation but she did toss me to the wolves, possibly literally. She cocks her head and notices you. She smirks.

“If it isn’t the interesting human,” she says while taking a sip from her burning beer. You flinch. “I’m excited to see what you’ve got.”

“I need to talk to you,” you say, ignoring her statement. You won’t let her rattle you up again, not when you need her help. She looks at yo, waiting. “You’re Asgardian, right?”

She doesn’t reply but rather scoffs and goes in for another swig. As she does, you see an interesting tattoo on her left arm. You squint at it, and although you don’t remember what it means, you recognize it as an Asgardian symbol. Perfect, proof. “Okay, well, I’ve just come from there,” you say, and she looks at you in confusion. “I’m best friends with the prince, Thor Odinson? God of thunder?” You don’t mention Loki for obvious reasons.

“Good for you. Tell his Majesty I say hi if you ever see him again,” she says, walking away. Your eyes widen.

“No wait! That’s not the point,” you say, following her as she walks. She sighs and waits for you to continue. “Asgard is in danger. I need your help to escape this place and return to help or else the whole realm is doomed.”

“Pass,” she says, not looking at you. Your eyes blow open.

“Wait what?”

“Y/N the human, you’re up!” you hear someone yell from across the room. You sigh. Of course that’s the name they’ve given you. 

“Good luck!” she says, as two guards come to take you. You're desperate, trying to convince her and stall your fight.

“A lot of people are going to die, and you’re just okay with that? Your own people?” you say enraged. “Then you’re a traitor to the crown and a coward.”

This catches her attention and it seems you've hit a sore spot. “First of all, my people are with Sakaar now,” she seethes. “And second, I’ve given enough to the crown. It’s no longer my problem.”

Two guards grasp you by your arms as you contemplate her words. Yo struggle against them out of frustration, but you don’t forget the chip in your neck. “Good luck,” the ex-Asgardian says as you're dragged away from her.

You're taken into a room and sat in another chair with handcuffs. “You guys sure do love locking people up,” you say to no one in particular. The workers don’t even give you a second glance. You're taken through a series of experiments in which they change your look completely. Considering you've been stuck in your regular earthly clothes for quite a while now, you welcome the change.

First, they do your hair. A really old man comes in with an intricate device that you feared would ruin your hair completely. But all he did was tie it into an intricate braid and made a crown on your head.

Next, they painted your face, and you didn’t feel like much of a fighter as they applied blush and lipstick. You couldn’t help but wonder who that is for. They paint three lines of purple down the middle of your face and you try to ask what it means but no one gives you an answer.

To finish off your debut look, they fit you into proper fighter attire. A chest plate the same colour as the lines on your place is fitted with blue, metal shoulder pads. The pants are black with blue knees pads to match the shoulders. The boots are black and so is your utility belt. The finishing touch, however, is the purple cape that they pin to your left shoulder and your waist. 

They hand you a helmet that you're to put on after your entrance. You roll your eyes at the dramatics, although you do admire the helmet. It’s gold and with a wing on each side flowing upwards. There are also two pieces that move down to protect the sides of your face.

You are given the weapons you have chosen: a strong but simple sword and a powerful and small shield. You're hoping you can rely on your powers, but if all else fails, you have two daggers strapped to your sides so you can go down swinging. But as you walk towards the arena, you can feel the water around you: the pipes in the building, the drinks from the crowd…you can even use human or alien liquid if you have to.

You're told to stand in front of the gate until it opens and then you're left alone. You can hear the crowds much clearer from where you are now and they sound bloodthirsty. You grit your teeth as you listen to the Grandmaster go on and on about the battles, celebrating the deaths of contestants before you which makes your stomach turn. But it also fuels your energy: you will not be one of those names. All you have to do is win one fight and you're free from this madness…and thrust into another sort of madness.

You’ve fought plenty of aliens before with Thor but never in an arena in front of a crowd. A part of you is excited by this opportunity, a chance to feel what it was like to be a gladiator back on Earth. You hold onto that as you hear the Grandmaster announce you.

“Tonight, we are pleased to have a new contestant,” he says and the crowd goes wild. You bounce on the balls of your feet and focus on your breathing. “I can guarantee you’ve never seen anything like her. You’re in for quite a treat.” You swallow as the gates slowly start to rise but you set your features to stone. You’ve got this. “We’ll see what you think. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen I give you…” You walk onto the sands of the arena. “Y/N the Human!”

As you enter the arena, a wave of boos greets you. You assume they don’t like newcomers here, especially not of the human variety. And although the sound floods your senses and threatens your confidence, you set your eyes across the plain to the other gate. The crowd doesn’t matter. You need to see who you're facing.

The Grandmaster is projected on a hologram overlooking the entire stadium. That makes sense for a man with his ego. But as you scan the crowds, your eyes catch on one box in particular. It stands out from the crowd and you can’t see in it but you do see the colour yellow painting the inside. Without a doubt, you know it’s the Grandmaster’s box. And without a doubt, you know Loki’s in there. It’s like you can feel him. You wonder what he’s thinking as you stand transformed in a giant arena. You wonder if he doubts your skills, despite his words. A new type of anger sparks at that thought and you set your gaze straight ahead. This is a chance for you to show him how you've grown without him.

“Isn’t she something?” the Grandmaster laughs as the crowd continues to boo you. You let the taunts roll past you, harbouring your energy. “Alright, now it’s time to welcome back a previous competitor.” A rumble rolls through the crowd as the boos quiet down. “She’s a warrior who has made quite the name for herself.” Red puffs of smoke burst over the audience and you place the helmet over your head and secure it. “What she lacks in looks she makes up for in brute strength.”

Across the arena, the other door begin to open. “You love her, I love her…” the Grandmaster builds the tension and you tighten the grip on your sword. “Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for…Hindaa the Ruiner!” 

The doors open to reveal a tall alien woman, donned in red armour. The crowd goes wild, and you try not to let it sway you as you try to size up your opponent. It’s hard to see from where you are, but she looks to have gray skin with a dark-haired ponytail. She waves her arms for the crowd, holding a mace in one hand and a club in the other. So much for your gladiator’s battle.

You wait for her to approach you, grabbing hold of the water beneath the arena with your powers. Your eyes are laser-focused on Hindaa. The woman finishes showing off to the crowd and immediately starts racing towards you. That’s when you truly see how big and muscular she is, standing at least six and a half feet tall. 

You don’t move. You drown out the noises from the stands and wait until she hits the center of the arena. When she does, you tighten your hold on the water and summon it forth, bursting through the floors of the arena at a speed that catches Hindaa in its waves and throws her into the air. You watch as she’s tossed back to the other side and lands heavily, a cloud of dust spreading around her.

The crowd is silent as you let the water wash onto the arena floor, wetting the sands. Then all at once, an eruption of applause and cheers emerge from the crowd. But your focus isn’t to entertain them. You move across the arena as Hindaa picks herself up off the ground, staggering to her feet and dripping wet. The closer you get to her, the angrier you can see she is. You smile and then see her launching towards you.

She runs and jumps to tackle you, but you take hold of the water again and quickly freeze it, entrapping Hindaa in an iceberg. She struggles and growls as her head remains unfrozen. You walk until you stand a few feet away from her.

“Hindaa was it?” you ask. She growls again. Up close, you can see that her skin is, in fact, gray. But more than that, there are red dotted stripes covering her body. Your eyes widen as you recognize what species she is. “You’re a Kylosian.” She stops her movements to glare at you. “How did you end up here?”

“That’s none of your business,” she hisses, continuing her struggle.

“Ah, so you can speak English. Good,” you say. “Because I wanted to have a quick chat.” The audience has settled down and you can hear whispers of confusion. You internally smile at how the Grandmaster must be reacting. “I don’t want to hurt you, I’m sure you’re a lovely person.” She snarls again. You keep smiling. “Anyway, I just need to win this battle and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

She’s staring you down, and you foolishly think that she’s considering your offer. “You don’t want to hurt me?” she asks and you nod in agreement. Yes, this plan might work after all. “That’s a shame.” You catch the cracking sound too late. “Because I want to hurt you.”

Before you can react, Hindaa’s right hand bursts through the ice and with it, her mace. The weapon swings and catches you in the side, sending you flying several feet away. You swallow a scream before you hit the ground. You groan. Begrudgingly, you look down at your side to see three large scratches ripping through your uniform. You take a deep breath and then fire yourself up, ignoring the pain.

"Have it your way then," you say as you pick yourself off the ground. Just as you're on your feet, Hindaa is crashing down on you with her club but this time you react quicker. You bring up your shield and the club smashes down onto it. You wince at your arm, but then you swing your sword up and catch her in the hand, causing her to drop her club. You quickly summon the water from the ice and trap the club in a bubble, casting it far, far away from the arena. Hindaa looks down and glares back up at you. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I wasn’t trying to be nice,” she growls and you look at her in confusion as your sarcasm misses her completely. Her mace quickly comes swinging at you and you defend yourself with the shield again, but the force of her swing causes you to stumble back. Caught off guard, the mace comes back around, this time aiming at your legs. It swipes across your skin and you hiss as your knees buckle and you're on the ground again. 

Hindaa continues her attack, kicking her leg up and catching you in the chin, throwing your head to the ground. You groan as your head swirls in pain. You can feel your nose pulsing in pain and feel blood begin to drip down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Your spirit is wavering, and that’s when you feel something on your hand. You look down to see Loki’s ring pulsing. It’s never done that before. You risk a glance over at the Grandmaster’s box, but you still can’t see him. But he’s still here with you. Conflicting emotions rise within you, but it gives you the strength you need to get back up. 

When you're on your feet, Hindaa swings at you but the mace is too slow this time, as you tuck and roll over to her side. You catch her side with your sword and she cries out. Her mace comes back but your shield is there, and with your other hand you swipe at her legs. She cries out again. Before her mace can take another swing, you jump and slice your sword along her hand, causing her to drop the mace. You did the same trick as you did with the club. 

With no weapons, she charges at you. You use your shield but she still tackles you. She crushes your body under hers and rips the shield away from you, wrenching your arm to the side causing you to cry out. With fury, you slice your sword across her back, and when she bends in pain, you slip out from under her. 

You're both dripping blood and your bodies are swaying, but you're determined. You toss your sword away, your power brimming to the surface. Before she can stand again, you take a few steps back before running and jumping towards her. As you're midair, you summon the water to freeze over your fist. You fall and crash your frozen fist down onto her head. You land on your feet, just barely. You're panting, but when you look back, Hindaa is unconscious. You take a few moments to catch your breath, and as you do that, the sounds of the crowd rush back in and you hear a loud, thundering cheer. 

Holding onto your side, every inch of you either sore or bleeding, you look to the stands to see the crowd cheering for you. You're not sure if the adrenaline caused it or if you were delirious, but in that moment, you smiled. You raise one of your hands in triumph and the cheers get louder somehow. You laugh, not sure what it is exactly that you're laughing at.

Suddenly, the Grandmaster’s hologram reappears. “What a show! What a show!” he says, laughing and clapping his hands together. The efforts of the battle begin to weigh on you and you just need to keep standing. “Everyone give it up for our new champion, Y/N the Human!”

You noticed your name didn’t change. “I told you she’d be something to see!”

You look back at the door you came from to see it lifting and you start to walk that way, not much caring for what the Grandmaster has to say. You notice a few workers bring a hovering stretcher for Hindaa. One of them must have noticed your limping, because they come to your side and help take some of the weight off of your leg. You're not sure if you thanked them. All you were looking forward to was a nice, long nap.

You momentarily forgot whose bed it is you'll be sleeping on.

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[purplecatghostposts]

Top 5 favorite writing ideas on your current WIP list <3

I have SO MANY but I think these are the ones I’m gonna go with! Only counting ones that I haven’t published yet bc that helps narrow down the list!

A Kaleidoscope Of Butterflies. Remember that ‘Ladybug!Félix’ thing I mentioned that kept getting more complicated? Yeah. He’s both Ladybug and Guardian and very stressed with responsibility but is doing pretty well so far! It’s also what I call a ‘Death Swap’ AU where Gabriel and Amélie used the Peacock Miraculous and died rather than Emilie and Colt. Félix, while thankfully no longer living under Colt, also no longer has the support of his very loving mother. There’s a lot of details to this AU and it concerns me bc I have no idea how long it’ll end up being, BUT it’s got Black Cat!Marinette, Bee!Adrien, Turtle!Kagami, and Fox!Luka as major players!

World Gone Mad (Let’s Start The Show). Monarch takes over Paris, Akumatizing Chat Noir into the out of control Chat Blanc and causing Ladybug to go MIA in the process. The Miraculouses are scattered in the process, a couple ending up on both sides, and the remaining heroes do their best to fight back against Monarch and his army of Akumas. Argos ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and finds himself trapped in Paris, but he finds an ally in Queen Bee due to having a similar goal: find their missing siblings and survive. Their reputation makes them unlikely heroes, but they just might be the allies the heroes need to win. This was to both satisfy my need for writing Félix and Chloé’s relationship, but also Félix meeting Chat Blanc!

You Win Some, You Lose Some. For months, Ladybug and Rena Rogue have been fighting against Hawkmoth and his own team of supervillains, including the destructive Chat Noir, the relentless Ryuko, and the defensive Chelone, on top of the usual Akumas. While others have been recruited, those two are the only consistent heroes. However, when Nino is chosen by Duusu to wield the lost Peacock Miraculous, not only does he join the hero scene, but learns all about Sentibeings, and the importance of treating them kindly. Accidentally ended up being a Nino-Félix Kwami Swap but Turtle!Félix and his battle dome is now one of my favorite things ever. Also Peacock!Nino being best friends with Adrien without either of them knowing he’s a senti was something I just really needed.

Before We Crumble. In a span of a week, Adrien finds himself not only Chat Noir and Guardian to an empty Miracle Box, but orphaned after his father passes. Outside of his own and the Butterfly Miraculous, all other Miraculouses are not only scattered and hidden, but Sealed, making them unable to be used unless a certain ritual is done to release them once again. Chat Noir not only faces Violet Admiral, the new Butterfly Villain, alone, but must track down and unlock the other Miraculouses if he wants to have any fellow hero allies. However, Chat Noir is not alone. While the Ladybug Miraculous may be missing and he’s only able to undo the magical effects, not repair the damage, Adrien still has allies. Not only from his Aunt Amélie and Félix, who have moved into the mansion with him, but from all his friends at school who just want to help.

Wonderful Nothing. One of the Akumas from the new Butterfly Villain sends people to alternative dimensions, and manages to send both Ladybug and Argos to the same one. However, it’s one Ladybug recognizes as the reformed Shadybug and Claw Noir’s universe, giving her hope that they can escape this. However, before they can track down the heroes, they’re ambushed by a mysterious Dog Holder vigilante, and Argos is targeted, his Miraculous taken, leaving them in a bad spot. Thankfully, they receive answers soon enough: Shady and Claw have been trying to properly catch and talk to ‘Cerberus’ for a while now with no luck, and no idea what his goal are or where he got his Miraculous. From the name alone, Félix has a pretty good idea of who they’re facing… This was a huge excuse for not only Alternative Félix thoughts, but Félix VS Félix Shenanigans.

Andddd some Honorable Mentions:

You Can’t Win Me (I Can’t Be Beat), a semi-Portal inspired AU featuring both of the sentitwins as highly intelligent robots who may have more to them than meets the eye.

Saint Bernard Sits (At The Top Of The Driveway), a Fantasy-Miraculous AU featuring two terrible supervillains, Flairmidable thievery, and a rekindling romance <3

Blood Is Thicker, a Vampire AU with Monster Hunters Kagami and Marinette, Félix and Adrien having gone through hell but still coming out on top, and a couple misunderstandings about who is and isn’t a vampire.

Does A Swallow Dream Of Flying?, A Swap AU with Black Cat!Félix, Peacock!Adrien, and also Adrien in a bow tie. It’s really important to me that you know he wears a silly little bow tie.

How The Morale Goes (Nobody Knew And Nobody Knows), Monarch’s wish throws everyone into the past with new roles. Neither Adrien nor Marinette are the Miraculous Holders, Félix has the wrong mom entirely, along with a bunch of other mix-ups, and worst of all, a couple of them all remember how it used to be and are now trying to figure out all the new information. The kids all use their knowledge from the previous world to try and fix this one!

His Brother’s Keeper (Also sometimes called The Oversight), Félix hears of Hawkmoth getting help from a new Peacock Holder and goes to Paris to track down and take it for himself. There’s a high chance that his uncle, who is definitely Hawkmoth, is getting help from his assistant. However, he should’ve paid a little more attention to Adrien acting a bit strange before it became too late and he abruptly discovers that his uncle chose a different partner in crime. Enemies AU but Félix ends up learning things he shouldn’t essentially.

Again, I have way too many ideas and I love them all too much to give up. Hope you enjoyed reading about some of these, and thank you so much for the ask <33

(Send me a top five of something and I’ll rate it!!)

[husk-says-no]

Overlord Husk Headcanons

1. Master of Luck and Chance - Husk’s Overlord abilities revolve around manipulating probability. Dice rolls always land in his favor, cards bend to his will, and slot machines pay out jackpots—or drain souls dry—depending on his mood.

2. Walking Vice Magnet - His presence amplifies temptation, pulling out people’s darkest cravings and weaknesses.

3. Deal with the Devil - Husk’s golden bowtie serves as a focus for his magic. It glows whenever he seals a deal, binding the contract in Hell’s magic.

4. Ruler of Ruin - Husk’s casino fortress constantly shifts like a labyrinth, designed to keep visitors disoriented and trapped. It’s part nightclub, part death trap, with games that can literally gamble away years of someone’s existence.

5. No Free Drinks - unless he *really* likes someone, despite his suave exterior, Husk is bitter and deeply cynical. He views everyone as a potential customer—or liability.

6. Trophy Collector - Husk keeps trophies from his victims—a pair of loaded dice, a crumpled ace of spades, or even pieces of jewelry—displayed as grim reminders of his conquests.

7. Poker-Faced Predator - Husk’s poker face is so unreadable that even other Overlords struggle to predict his next move. His ability to bluff is nearly supernatural, making negotiations with him a dangerous game.

8. The Devil’s Gambler - Husk pushed his luck one too many times, staking his empire on a high-risk bet and losing everything. He’s bitter about his downfall but still plays the game, hoping for a shot at redemption—or revenge.

9. Silent Storm - While Husk is usually calm and collected, when he does lose his temper, it’s catastrophic—storms of flaming playing cards, shards of glass, and bursts of chaotic energy tear through his surroundings.

10. Old Money, Older Problems - Husk’s Overlord reign wasn’t built on brute force but through manipulation, debt, and corruption. He’s been around so long that he’s entangled in multiple feuds and alliances, making him a political nightmare to deal with.

11. Immortal Gambler - Husk’s downfall came not from losing power but from his addiction to risk. He pushed his luck one too many times and fell, but he still carries the pride (and bitterness) of a fallen king.

12. Grudges Like Chains - Husk remembers every deal, every slight, and every betrayal. He’s not above rigging fate itself to get revenge—even if it takes centuries.

13. Broken Ace - Beneath the swagger and smirks, Husk hides the fear of being powerless again. He keeps up the gambler’s mask to avoid showing just how much he still craves the control he lost.

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1. Power Play Enthusiast - Husk enjoys being in control and thrives on dominance, but he also gets a thrill from teasing and toying with someone who tries to challenge him. He loves watching people squirm under his gaze, unsure whether they’re terrified or turned on—or both.

2. Seduction as Strategy - Husk views intimacy as another form of gambling, a high-stakes game where he always plays to win. He’s not above using seduction to get what he wants, leaving his partners craving more while he keeps the upper hand.

3. Whiskey on the Lips - Husk tastes like smoke and whiskey, and he knows it. He leans into the rough, addictive flavor, leaving his partners chasing after the burn he leaves behind.

4. Rough but Precise - Despite his sharp claws and rough demeanor, Husk is surprisingly careful when things heat up. He’s skilled at keeping just the right balance between pleasure and pain, knowing exactly how far to push without going too far—unless, of course, his partner begs for it.

5. Gambler’s Edge - Husk loves making bets in the bedroom, often turning intimate moments into challenges or dares. Lose a round? Better be ready to pay up—and Husk always collects his winnings.

6. Voice Like Velvet - Husk’s deep, gravelly voice drops lower when things get intimate, making every word feel like a sinful promise. He knows how to use his voice to drive someone crazy, whether he’s whispering dirty talk or purring taunts in their ear.

7. Claw Marks and Bite Marks - Husk isn’t shy about leaving his mark. His claws and fangs often make an appearance, especially if someone challenges his dominance. He treats scratches and bites as signatures, branding his partners like trophies.

8. Slow Burn Specialist - Husk has a sadistic streak when it comes to pacing. He takes his time, teasing and building up tension until his partner is begging—only to pull back at the last second and make them work for it.

9. Heat of the Moment - While he’s usually calculated and controlled, Husk’s temper can lead to heated, impulsive encounters where passion and frustration blur together. These moments are raw, messy, and unforgettable.

10. High-Roller Habits - Husk has expensive tastes, and it shows even in the bedroom. Silk sheets, velvet furniture, and gold-accented décor make up his space, adding an air of luxury to every encounter.

11. Weak for Praise - Despite his dominant streak, Husk secretly melts under genuine praise and affection—though he’d never admit it. Compliments about his skills or appearance hit harder than they should, leaving him momentarily vulnerable.

12. Intimacy and Addictions - Husk struggles to separate genuine connection from his vices. For him, physical intimacy can be just another escape, but there’s always the fear that someone might get too close and see the cracks in his armor.

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Let me know if any of you want more of my Husk Headcanons!! (Sfw or nsfw)

[hydriotaphia]

Tagged by the lovely @grace-williams-xo to rank fics from this year (go read Grace's at that link). Such a fun concept!

Tagging anyone who'd like to do this - @42wallabyway-sydnee, @penny-loaf, @catcorsair, @cannedkopi and all :)

I've only included completed work on AO3, for possibly a me-specific definition of finished (aka morgue fics included), so no WIP multichapters, anon fics or other miscellaneous variations.

10. Trivia (T), Bridgerton

Part of the Domestic Bliss series, it's basically Kate and Anthony being competitive dorks in love. Only features one actual piece of trivia because everything is just a vehicle for their ridiculousness.

9. Edwina: In Retrospect (G), Bridgerton

A 100 word drabble I wrote for fun. It's angsty as are all parts of 'This is me down on my knees'. It's not bad but I think there's not enough to latch onto here so maybe not super successful at 100 words.

8. For my lady’s pleasure (G), Bridgerton

S3 was a dumpster fire AFAIC. There is no world in which Anthony and Kate are so blase with their paperwork. NO. WORLD. So I wrote another version of that appalling study scene. Also I wanted to show Anthony cherishing Kate meaningfully with both words and deeds, and Kate cherishing him right back.

7. On a night like any other: Three brothers (G), Bridgerton

An S2 missing scene. On re-reading, I should've seeded the thematic core much much earlier. Still, I wanted a family scene where they are all showing care for each other but also misunderstand each other fundamentally.

6. Golden gods (T), Bridgerton

This one had some strong reactions. It's told in a series of snippets because the main beats of the story are all captured in these short paras. I know there's a bigger story lurking behind it, but I'm not sure it's one I want to tell, so this went up as a morgue file, but is basically complete. Think of it as a harkening back to the LJ-style fic days.

5. Once upon a rainy night (E), The Nanny

SUCH a fun fic and it should be higher, but I just like what I did with some of the other fic more. A complete whim of a femslash fic, written to match the outrageous sitcom style of The Nanny.

4. O the glory of the winning (T), Bridgerton

This one is a prelude to a story I'll probably never write where Anthony and Edwina do marry because the bangle doesn't fall. And what would be feasible IMO for a Kanthony endgame in that scenario. I've tried a lot of variations on descriptive style before and liked the elements I was able to put into this -- I wanted a sense of suspended animation and lush surroundings. What does it look like for Kate and Anthony to actually live only in a bubble of their love? Sort of Sleeping Beauty-ish where the outside world is sealed away and the audience witnesses both the joy and the tragedy of it.

3. Haunted (T), Bridgerton

I rarely write creepy fic so I was very happy with this one! It wouldn't have been out of place in 'This is me down on my knees' but tonally it was written to be a gothic romance scene versus angst. Edmund's ghost is meant to be actually perceived (real or not) by Anthony, leading to terrible migraines afterwards.

2. Hidden Depths (M), Bridgerton

This vied for first place but as it is a morgue fic... I was going for a full immersion in sea images, which is tricky because idioms, similes and metaphors become challenging to write. Originally I was going to try for something more Lovecraftian but I am not a good enough writer for that and still really like where this landed.

1/ Esto perpetua (M), Miss Marple – Agatha Christie

It's kind of cheating to even have this on the list - the fic's over a decade old but I only found it again and put it onto AO3 this year. It hasn't found an audience but I can see how perfectly it slots into the movie in my mind's eye and it does everything I wanted it to - it's such a fleshed out world.

[scotianostra]

February 21st 2002 saw the all-Scots curling team won gold at the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City, watched by over 5 million TV viewers in the wee small hours of the morning.

In a thrilling finish the team of Rhona Martin, backed by Fiona MacDonald, Margaret Morton, Janice Rankin and Debbie Knox, needed nerves of steel to knock out a Swiss counting stone at the climax of the final, but the skip, Rhona managed to pull it off.

Her own stone then finished up close to the centre of the rink and that was enough to seal a 4-3 triumph.

Martin had earlier fired the team into a narrow 2-1 lead at the close of the fifth end with a double after successfully taking out a Swiss counting stone.

A mistake by the Swiss during end seven increased that advantage to 3-1 before they struck back to tie the scores with singles in ends eight and nine.

And we did it all again yesterday in Beijing, with a dominant performance against Japan in the final. Eve Muirhead's team led from the first end of the gold medal match, and continued that form throughout to win by a score of 10-3 and top the podium.

Skip Muirhead, who won bronze in 2014, expertly controlled affairs throughout and finally has a gold medal at her fourth Olympics after returning from hip surgery.

Teammates Vicky Wright, Jen Dodds, and Hailey Duff are champions at their first attempt.

“It’s a dream come true,” Muirhead, who shed a tear on the medal podium said “That was my third semi-final, and the two I lost were hard but I bounced back and here we are. We are Olympic champions. It’s such a special moment.”

[fruitbasketball]

wnba recap 7/5

i’m feeding y’all tn damn bruh

dallas wings vs atlanta dream

i actually could not give a fuck less about these two teams to be honest with you like they’re THE most painful teams to watch and/or recap but imma do it for y’all!

“wings pick up 5th win of the season” LORDDD satou you are MISSED girl 💀💀💀

rike bro meet efficiency! shake her hand! get acquainted and stop shooting 1-7 FROM FUCKING 3!!!! jacy sheldon thank you - 17 points on 50% shooting.

atlanta fucking dream if y’all play w henny again bro i SWEAR to god. thank you tina charles, great game alisha gray, nicely done haley jones - matter of fact, both starting lineups contributed evenly. hm. not as painful. but i’m watching you fuckers.

las vegas aces vs los angeles sparks

now imma go out on a limb here and say miss dearica hamby’s 28/14 double double is a large part of why this game went to OT. HELLOOOOO aari mcdonald man i haven’t thought ab aari mcdonald since 2021 nicely done.

i miss chelsea at full health bro i can’t even look at her stat line holy fuck take it away. syd w 1 min 😭 fuckin personality hire lord. cut the shit bro mvp a’ja rn are you joking. maybe don’t take any more 3’s tho 💀💀 that’s all you otherwise girl

yeah this is why the aces concern me sometimes because like… this should’ve been signed and sealed by the 3rd quarter but these mfkers are getting sent to OVERTIME LORDDDD

seattle storm vs. chicago sky

y’all seen jordan horston been on one lately??? think she had a double a couple games ago but she got 20 tn on 73% SHOOTING BRO. as a GUARD. ezi ate down (ignore fgp) (and 3pfg) YESSSSS GIRL YESSS EZI

sami shitcomb please switch sports, nika didn’t even SMELL the floor tn, paige madison bueckers - quit going to games. and making people lose. please dude. stay the fuck home.

CHENNEDY CARTER 30 PIECE!! ANGEL REESE DOUBLE DOUBLE!! ANGEL WITH 2 MADE THREE’S!!!!!!

anyway great night 👍🏽 lots of exciting things gearing up for this all star break n shit so stay tuned :)

[katyspersonal]

Another SOTE progress post!

1) Okay so like I said earlier in another post the highlight of today was finally defeating Rellana x) It felt REALLY rewarding to finally win after having to try so many things, Miyazaki forced me to use my brain AGAIN

2) After that I went to talk with the NPCs around the crosses by an advice by @val-of-the-north since not being able to summon Leda apparently meant that I've got the rune of Miquella broken. And hoooo boy.... At last I got to that part where Ansbach revealed the uncancelled Mohg's lore.

"Once, in an attempt to free Lord Mohg from his enchantment, I challenged Tender Miquella, only to have my own heart rather artfully stolen. I knew not how weak I was. I believed that with sufficient mastery, even and Empyrean would be within reach of my blade. I could not have been more mistaken... Miquella the Kind...is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying."

"Righteous Tarnished. Miquella the Kind makes my blood run cold. I am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant I wish to run very far away indeed."

Soooo, yeah.. Apparently the bit I was spoiled is later game dialogue, this is a different one and I see it for the first time! Damn, trailer quote tho x)

3) What I did NOT know is that all these characters were under the spell of Bewitching Branch too ;-; Guess Leda is going after the hornsent guy's throat now gfhgjg Wild to see how everyone now does what they actually want, SPEAKING OF:

4) Thiollier now wants to go seek the part of Miquella he earlier had sealed away with the spell wall branded with his Haligtree symbol! There is now outright confirmation that Trina IS Miquella:

"Would Kindly Miquella chasten me? For falling for St. Trina, while knowing that she was the discarded half? The problem is... I simply cannot help it. I would sacrifice everything, just to gaze upon her, one last time."

Damn... either 1) Looks like both alters of Miquella have the capacity of compelling affection? Not just his Bewitching Branch, but whatever sleepy scent powers Trina is using or 2) Thiollier is Just Like This. Tea?

"I see you've thrown away... Something you should not have. Under any circumstances. How will you salvation offer... to those who cannot be saved? When you could not even save your other self? Kindly Miquella..."

5) The cross strangely has the message from Miquella, "I abandon here my love". All things considered it is not supposed to refer to his feelings, and recalling dialogue by Ansbach I'd say it maybe refers to his ability to wield love as weapon? Because look at how NOW Trina's power entices people into coma. Speaking OF:

6) Turned out my previous guess was wrong, and "bastardisation" of Trina's otherwise pacifist powers was not work of followers, but result of Miquella severing her from his being!

7) (or rather 6.1 lol) This is actually a good additional timeline clue! Earlier Freija mentioned that she received her Scarlet Rot wound in Caelid, so, as Malenia and Radanh fought, and Miquella was the one to heal it! So he was around that time yet. Then, change in Trina's powers happened as Miquella went to abandon his Empyrean entity, when Dolores has been using the powers as they were and she was in the Roundtable Hold! This I think will be useful for later to recover when could he have started with the plan! I already have a working suggestion for explaining events, just need more info!

8) Damn, not the area from the trailer ;-; Thiollier is so dead lol

By the way the boss in this area is RIDICULOUSLY difficult hghghg I gave up on him and kinda went to have adventures elsewhere just for the heck of it!

9) Discovered an actual dialogue by an old lady in Belurat, AND:

EMPYREAN?? I actually yelled at Val about it since I needed to know whether it is legit the same term or perhaps a loss in translation! And he researched Japanese script and confirmed that yes, indeed, this woman IS an Empyrean like GEQ, Marika, Ranni, Miquella and Malenia! @val-of-the-north be a dear and add the evidence you've found today in a reblog or another pose! Because HECK, WHAT????

10) So I went to look around in random places since that boss was too hard. Found a small piece of some ruins by Val's advice, using one of those blue Keyswords. Then I wanted to go down in a village down near Moorth Ruins but for the heck of it could not figure how to get down there. While waiting for Val's slow ass to instruct me, I started to run wherever, really. And ironically, found the exact cave leading me to the FULL version of those Ruins! Felt surprised to find the golden tree inside!

11) Went through second poisonous swamp in the game yet, truly Miyazaki xD

12) Stumbled into Kindred of Rot, but they are RED in color!!!

This was so bizarre?? Damn, still, what ARE they doing here? First turned out that Formless Mothers and rituals for her that Mohg is using originated in Shadow Realm, now this.. Makes me wonder whether all Outer Gods come from this place originally, so God of Rot too, so, Twinbird too?

13) Hey @heraldofcrow how did you lose your clothes?? Put them back on slut gdghvgbvbbh

14) I decided to explore later and instead went to bully Horned Knights and Ascetics for their sets and weapon in Belurat. Belurat has places very close to Site of Grace for both! Horned Knight farming went pretty fast and easy! Ascetic... not so much. :/ He did drop his weapon and arm piece, but past this point he's been only dropping leg piece over and over! Reminds me of that 'Seebass? No, it's at least C+!' meme vffhhhh I think I will return for his mask later :/

15) This type of posts becomes a bit too structured, I need to post more random items descs

16) However I got a note from Val that we surprisingly got lore on Fingercrawlers (lol at my recent theory post aging like milk xd) and @jarognieva said something about a couple of spots on the map looking like giant fingerprints + having many fingers within 👀 No idea what is going on yet, but I can see it now!

Okay that's it for now.. until the tomorrow's work shift ends xD

[himikochan]

Conclave Round 3 Masterpost

3-1: Souraphiel v Rodríguez: Both are very explicitly homophobic. In the choice between the two, Souraphiel would be picked for pro-indigenous comments: "the Amazon is the lung of the world — and it was burning — and what action was being taken? And the indigenous people who are living there [...] Did they get educational opportunities? Health opportunities? Opportunities to preserve their traditional values?"

3-2: Coccopalmerio v Karlic: Coccopalmerio remains my choice for his interest in reforming the Curia. In addition to that, he has made sympathetic comments towards homosexual couples, has worked towards reforms for dealing with sexually abusive clergy, and believes that the Church should consider reforms to allow for those with "irregular marital situations"

3-3: Scherer v Sau-yan: Scherer wins for me for his defense of the Second Vatican Council, which is personally important, and is "theologically moderate." Additionally, he closed churches in late 2020 to prevent the spread of the pandemic even as Bolsonaro pressured him to re-open them. Sau-yan does seem open to the ordination of women though which is kind of cool and is a Jesuit.

3-4: Carvajal v Nhơn: Carvajal is my pick again for his work on various synods, his membership in Pontifical Council for the Pastoral Care of Health Care Workers and Commission for Latin America, and he's a Eudist which is kind of neat!

3-5: Krajewski v Heung-sik: Krajewski is slowly becoming my blorbo as the poll goes because I just love this story about him so much. "As cardinal and Papal Almoner, Krajewski was active in undertaking charitable and voluntary work [...]Krajewski climbed down a manhole cover in a Rome street to break a seal and switch back on the electricity supply to a building where 450 people were squatting[...] thereby restoring power and hot water which they had been without for five days." His main job as almoner is direct aid all day every day: he helps the Vatican spend their money doing stuff like sending PPE, giving people food and medicine AND he's very modest about it!!!

3-6: Zuppi v Antonelli: Zuppi is an easy pick! He has spoken vociferously against European nationalism, is amenable to priests being married! Zuppi is also for the adoption of "a new pastoral attitude that we must seek together with our L.G.B.T. brothers and sisters" to "help L.G.B.T. Catholics feel more at home in what is, after all, their church."

3-7: Esquivel v Ferrão: Either are fine but Esquivel announced that he would be organizing efforts to translate the Catholic Mass and the Bible into the indigenous language Nahuatl! He "has a reputation for being theologically conservative but socially progressive."

3-8: Ossa v Mẫn: Mẫn has a fairly straightforward career!t Ossa is known to have acted without compassion for sexual abuse victims of the clergy and appears to have been involved in some kind of bribery scheme to cover up sexual abusers.

3-9: Filoni v Mendonça: Mendonça is a strong theologian with an excellent academic career, took an additional vocation with the Franciscans because he admired them so much, and is widely considered papabile in this conclave! Filoni appears to have been involved in knowingly ignored sexual abuse and received bribes for his silence.

3-10: Tagle v Marx: Tagle is hands down a great candidate! He's described as “Asian Francis", lives modestly and has a softer approach to issues like LGBTQ members of the church and allowing divorced members to receive the Eucharist. He also endorses a sort of "practical atheism". Additionally, he is the third most senior of the Cardinal electors, has a strong Curial career, AND prefers his nickname "Chito."

3-11: Maestrojuán v Pizzaballa: Either! Maestrojuán is a Panamanian Augustinian Friar and "he achieved national prominence through his mediation of a violent dispute which broke out between the government and the indigenous Ngöbe–Buglé people over the mining of their ancestral lands." Pizzaballa is a Franciscan Latin Patriarch of Jerusalem and advocates for the end of Israeli occupation of Palestine.

3-12: Castro v Sánchez: Castro is a little sympathetic to same sex cohabitation.

3-13: Imeri v Silva: Imeri is my pick! In Guatemala, "[Imeri] has been involved in social justice issues, especially in the area of protecting the rights of indigenous people. He has fought against multinational corporations who come to Guatemala for its mineral wealth while destroying the countryside. [Imeri] has empowered the poor and marginalized and fostered civil courage to fight against the injustice they experience."

3-14: Mangkhanekhoun v Tempesta: Either! Mangkhanekhoun made reforms to the Laotian seminary studies so that seminarians had to learn more about their communities and provide aid, Tempesta still intrigues me as he professed vows as a monk.

3-15: Cardozo v Pengo: Cardozo is my pick for being marginally less homophobic.

3-16: Baggio v Sako: THIS IS TRICKY: Baggio has a pretty normal career where he taught and worked on inter-religious and pro-immigrant causes. Sako is the Chaldean Patriarch of Bhagdad, and in the past has made positive remarks towards Muslims, however there's a bunch of Chaldean-specific controversies(?) that seem to surround him and I don't know enough to know what's going on there. Regardless, I doubt the Patriarch of the Chaldean branch of the church would be pope.

3-17: Soo-Jung v Donatis: Soo-jung comes from the long tradition of Korean Catholics and has participated in events to encourage North/South Reunification which intrigues me!

[devilsupdates]

Some world info on the devils that is playing in the world this won’t go in order of events.

Nico Hischier just set a new personal best in points at Worlds! 🫡 His primary assist on Kevin Fiala's PPG was his 10th point of the tournament (6GP), passing his 9 from 2019.

What an outlet pass out of the zone for Luke, he springs his teammates right out of there! From the far blueline sends the pass on the diagonal

USA takes a 1-0 lead on Kahzakstan.

Simon Nemec leads all Slovak defensemen through their five games with six points (1g-5a). His six points also tie a career-high at the tournament he set in 2022 (1g-5a, 8 GP).

Nico Hischier is currently the leading scorer among all forwards at this year's World Championship with nine points in five games (5g-4a). And he's second overall in the tournament scoring behind only his teammate Roman Josi’s 10 points. Just Nico being Nico. 🫡

Our Dawson seals the victory for Canada! Mercer once again on the ice for Canada defending a one-goal lead in the final moments the game. His second empty-netter of the tournament. Are we up?! Nico Hischier has a three-point game (1g-2A) going for Switzerland… all before the 4-minute mark of the second period. He’s factored in on 3 of the 4 Swiss goals against Denmark.

“My brother Jack was really disappointed he couldn’t come. It’s something he really wanted to do.” - Luke Hughes at Worlds Jack, of course, is recovering from surgery.

Ondrej Palat sets up Tomasek for Czechia’s fourth goal of the game against Austria.

Czechia getting a big boost on their Worlds roster as Martin Necas is on his way, less than 24 hours after the Hurricanes were eliminated from the playoffs. Czechia is hosting this year’s tournament.

The big man is back! Kurtis MacDermid re-ups with #NJDevils  on a three year deal!

Yesterday was a big day for our Simon Nemec. He etched his name in the IIHF history books. And all as a U20 player.

Big day for Nico Daws! Played his first game of Worlds, backstopping Canada to a 4-1 win over Norway *and* earning an assist on Canada’s 4th goal *and* gets a little kiss on the forehead! �� Way to go, Dawsy!

Your friend and mine, Luke Hughes with another point at the World Championship today. Secondary assist on Matt Boldy's first goal of the game.

We have re-signed forward Samuel Laberge to a one-year, two-way contract.

#NEWS: We have re-signed forward Brian Halonen to a two-year, two-way contract.

Akira Schmid posts a shutout for @SwissIceHockey against Great Britain. His first Worlds start. 15 saves. Nico Hischier with a goal and Jonas Siegenthaler with an assist. #NJDevils  reported for duty!

#MensWorlds goal-scoring leaders:

1. Oliver Kapanen, FIN - 5

2. Connor Bedard, CAN - 4

3. Nico Hischier, SUI - 3

Nemo! 🎯

Simon Nemec unleashes a bomb on the Slovak power play and puts Slovakia up 3-1 on the USA.

What a shot!

Hattrick for Nico Hischier against Austria - well done!

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Arsenal 2-0 Manchester United

Ruben Amorim suffered his first defeat to Mikel Pulis' Arsenal. Loool.

Manchester United fell to a two-goal defeat away in the rain at the Emirates Stadium last night, in a weird 8:15pm kickoff clearly influenced by the Amazon Prime Video broadcasting. Nice.

A very dull first half saw United ride out a little pressure from Arsenal but otherwise look relatively unfazed by a title-contender. Are we that good or were they that bad? (they were that bad)

Arsenal's threat all season has been corners, and two goals from corners last night proved that - Timber in the 54th minute and Saliba's hip in the 73rd to seal the win. Props to Bukayo Saka for the laser-guided deliveries. It was like watching Beckham all over again, legitimately. It has been a while since I saw someone's corners be THAT good. Fair play.

Hilariously, you can see Harry Maguire - the aerial deterrent - go full weirdo and then let Arsenal score their opener here. Nice.

Ruben Amorim did joke that United needed more work on set pieces and defending corners, but he also pointed out United's weak link in attack. The passing and movement patterns are very evident in defence and midfield, and we certainly would have benefited from both Kobbie Mainoo and Lissandro Martinez (good possession players) versus the Gunners, but even with them... our attack was wasteful and toothless.

For a drab game there were some positives. Malacia's fitness is growing, and while he only managed the first half he did keep Saka quiet. Good lad.

Ugarte continues to impress, as did De Ligt, but it was an uncharacteristically quiet game from Mazraoui - perhaps suffering from the backlash over the Rainbow Laces campaign. Just to qualify things there - he's allowed to differ in opinion, especially with religion, even if I disagree with that. I just don't see why that then stops the rest of the team supporting the campaign and the Rainbow Devils. Come on. Bruno's done loads with them, as have others.

Leny Yoro also impressed on his debut, looking very comfortable even without full match fitness, in cold wet weather, against a team at their ground, with a lead... stacked odds but he did well. I'm excited to see the Licha-De Ligt-Yoro back 3, with Mazraoui RWB and Amad further forward with Bruno.

There were issues evident, as we say. Chaos Mode is still a thing for some players. Panic and react, rather than think and execute. It'll be fixed, or people will be shipped out.

Garnacho was the brightest forward but not that effective. Hojlund, Mount, Rashford and Antony might as well not have featured.

The other thing was how giddy Arsenal fans got. Yes, it's a win vs the old enemy, and yes, they were two very good corners, but you're a team at home who are challenging for the title and for most of the game you struggled vs a rotated United side under a new manager. Come on.

Next up for United is a Saturday match against Nottingham Forest, fresh off the back of losing 3-0 to City. It's a 5:30pm kickoff, so you've got chance to enjoy your day first.

I'll be commentating Stretford Paddock FC vs Hartford over on Twitch, if anyone fancies tuning in, at around 2:30pm UK time.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Welp. Just cause.

I'mma to try and world build a little.

So here we go.

When ragnarok is finished the gods get so upset the universe resets and everyone gets a second life. Funnily enough Göll is immune to the mind wipe but so are the gods who plan to make the godkiller lives harder as a result of them loosing.

They get a power boost between the godkillers getting stronger and both Goll and sunblood tracking them down. Funnily enough each others power system slowly creep themselves into each other.

There are multiple heavens and hells. Though only one purgatory. Purgatory is treated like life again while the heavens and hells are very different.

Yes. Hellavurse adam does exist along side ror adam. Someone tried to split Adam's power. (See there is a god named Adam Kadmon who is basically a personification of pure divine energy or pure potential.) Someone tried to rip the devine power out of ror adam and made hh adam as a crappy clone. Kadmon meanwhile thinks both adams were made to mock him as he is the one who made mortals in the new timeline.

Paradox being a dragon can grow to assanine size. He will grow until he dies. When the new timeline happens he dosent die until he's st least 1500 according to a goll who stole cronus's sickle (considering 35/131 Paradox full dragon form can pull a marvel world serpent have fun.)

The goll that stole the sickle is called G she is one of 3 Göll's walking around there's a break in the timestream. Timeline leads to the dc/marvel worlds another leads to our tumblr verse and the last one is a future that's now...gone. each Göll likes someone diffrent. One likes onyx one isn't sure who she likes and G is embarrassed to admit hers.

The god of war games aren't canon and neither is mortal kombat that is a different timestream but they can visit.

None of the ragnarok fighters can partake in the second apocalypse tournament.

The apocalypse tournament was simple. Get the most out of control gods and have them fight the gods that aren't with heaven whoever wins gets a wish granted or a law added to the rules of heaven.

There's many ways to become a god but you don't have to be allied with heaven to be a god.

The outer god title is only given to gods heaven can't control.

Humanity had been wiped out at least 5 times.

Golden age (mais time) destroyed by Zues when the titans were overthrown.

Silver age (Salems time) destroyed by the brother gods.

The iorn age (Just before dearil but after Oersted) destroyed by the god of hate Odio. (Odio was sealed away by a pissed of nyxie.)

The bronze age (modern day to buns time which is 150 years from now.) Destroyed by the gods of Pina's world and the monster god (he mostly hated humans for damaging the environment) as the gods feared humanity surpassed them and destroyed technology.

The nuclear age (Sunblood's generation) ww3 happened. Take a wild fucking guess.

Magic is split into 6 studies. Glyph,mana,sage,bless,summon,and channel.

They're are beings called chaos pins and order pins.

Voids of powers exist. (Easpers/psykers have level 0s magic users have Voids and chi users have Dams) each one is feared.

There's several gods who live in the mortal realms but they never show their powers.

No time god can accurately see the future. And none of them can be effected by or create a paradox.

Primordials were told as myths by gods who feared them while anything older then a god kept the stories alive as they are birthed from a Primordial.

The three oldest beings in reality are Archne (the Genesis of reality) Nxyie (the void itself) and Yahweh (GOD HIMSELF)

Noone knows oldest among them and they don't care.

Göll sets up the mortal fighters for the apocalypse tournament to fight just incase the gods won't and these mortal fighters become known as the champions.

Brunhilde isn't aware none of the Einherjars turst her and would rather be Göll's champions.

The Einherjars get new deaths and die at new ages in the new timelines.

The titans are dead. And so are most gaints and monster that were 'sealed away forever.'

The only thing that old left is a hecatonceries that refers to himself as 'Warden'

Several myths never happened.

The multiple hells have their own Satans and Lucifers and sins. Very few get along.

It is possible for a mortal to become a sin if one were to kill the previous sin.

The main enemies of the Einherjars start teaming up. It goes...horribly.

(If you want the joke ones here we go.)

Paradox is part equestrian ["so someone in my family f**ked a magic horse?...oh gods am I a loki descendent? Or zues's?"]

Bun is half mobian (sonic world) ["MOM! WHAT THE CRAP!?"]

Sunblood is half pokemon ["Well my mother was human. Otherwise my family would've kept the eggshell take from that what you will :)"]