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yanderesimp2000 · 9 months ago

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yan Adam x fem reader chap 6/6 "the end?"

Finale? kinda I might do a spinoff to this series in the future but the reader is pregnant because you people kept asking for it

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TWS ,HEAVILY BRAINWASHED READER, Adam being Adam,possessiveness, Inceliness

Tags, Marriage proposal , snuggles, fluff, Travel, I tried way to hard on heaven world building

BTW this takes place in a universe where Adam won in S1 EP 8

You just finished making lunch from Adam he was laughing about something while he ate something about Lucifer's face when he killed his "precious daughter" you heard story's about what Lucifer did and you were glad he was suffering "serves that scum right" was what you thought Adam then finished his food and said "y'know what we should do today, We should go to the Empathy borough there lots of fun shit to do their and... I got a surprise for you" he teased

your face lit up you were excited to finally be able to go out somewhere after the "incident" Adam was very very controlling and made sure you were either locked in a room or in his sight at all times Adam cackled and said " that means I get to dress you up again my little doll" he then gently picked you up and walked you over to the closet where he started to look at dresses before finding one a red dress that was elegant but also soft and gentle it was perfect for you. You quickly put it on and it was perfect you looked amazing adam chuckled and said "thats it hottie" before slapping your ass

Adam started to put on his robe that he wore everywhere and then said "y'know we should fly to the transport system it would be nice to get out of the house" usually Adam would just use his high ranking angel magic to teleport but I guess he wanted to fly to the transport station which was who low ranking angels got from borough to borough heavens boroughs are HUGE most of these boroughs were about the sizes of the rings of hell so flying is not that feasible for traveling long distances but the transit station was a 7 minute flight from Adams house

Adam then grabbed your hand kissed you on the cheeks and said "ready to go hot-tits" you nodded your head before starting to guide you to the door before you two left to go to the transit port

the Virtue borough was the most well known of the 17 boroughs it was the most populated and home to all of the important stuff like the seraphim, the elder angels, the arch angels, the saints and much more. the Virtue borough has huge Golden skyscrapers and marble road you would think it would have a lot to do but no it was pretty boring "even the angels here are boring " Adam said you couldn't argue because unlike the other 16 species of angels virtue angels have no species wide ability that they all have. Adam tells you that you are a humility angels you trust him because your life before that was a blur and why would he lie to you, as you flew to the block were the transport station was Adam said "your gonna love this surprised I'm so fuckin pumped to see your reaction" his joy was plasterd all over him he was practically shaking as you two entered the transport station

The transport station was exactly what you would expect from a VERY high class area of heaven golden lots of guards and very fast lines you and Adam got on the teleportation pad leading to the Empathy ring you two chatted and waited for about 2 minutes before a voice on the intercome said "Virtue station 17 departing to Empathy station 3" and suddenly the doors closed before you all started to be teleported to the empathy ring

you guys quickly arrived at the empathy ring in around 3 minutes which was VERY LONG because Empathy is on the far west of heaven and virtue is on the East-central part their about 13 boroughs in-between the two borough. Only the humility and sacrifice boroughs are east of the Virtue borough so you were far far from home so that meant new customs to get used to

when you got out the station the first thing you noticed about empathy was how different it was The borough is Literally a group of 1160 small densely packed floating islands that are connected via bridge and instead of having the same white and gold color scheme of the virtue and other central and east boroughs the empathy borough was made of emeralds and has a dark blue-green color the entire borough looked like a rain forest and you loved it and another interesting thing about the empathy ring was their people they looked aquatic even though they didn't need to be underwater to survive. the diffrence between empathy and the seaside borough is that the seaside borough usually get no rain while its always almost wet in the empathy ring but not rainy just wet

Adam looked around seeming unfazed before laughing at how amazed you are "what are you so shocked about theirs nothing extraordinary about this place it just a little different" he mocked. You quickly agreed with him and said "yeah theirs nothing special about this place" you don't know why but when he said that you immediately agreed with him Adam then said "now I wanna show you all the cool shit to do here" before Grabbing you and flying couple streets down till you get to a restaurant that he always talked about

You two walked in and the waiter there looked shocked but said "oh oh my sir it is a pleasure to be in your presence" before bowing Adam just looked annoyed and said "you didn't have to do all that but it was still fucking sweet I just want a table for 2 in my usual seat" the waiter got up quickly and said "oh right this way sir" before Before raising his arms and quickly one of the display little Lakes where some koi and other fish were turned into a staircase of water you were at first a little scared but Adam quickly put his foot on it and he could stand it was strange you are just shocked he started walking and said "come on babe what the fuck are you waiting for get up here" before taking your hand and you to start to walk up this is the first time you've seen the power of these angels and it was very surprising you thought they just lived with water you didn't know they could control them but after all there was a lot of things you didn't remember that's why I needed him right?

The waiter walked you to what he said was his favorite see it it was a wonderful seat overlooking one of the many gorgeous parks of the empathy Borough you two sat down and he said "man this place is even better than when I last came don't know why I didn't take you here sooner just it's a long way but that's no excuse I'm fucking sorry babe I deprived you" you just said sad that you made him feel bad " it's okay don't be sad we would have gone here eventually so why Rush" "Yeah you're right" Adam said then saying "let's just enjoy The View" the view was gorgeous it was facing right next to one of them thousands of parks inside the empathy Borough this one had waterfalls and wonderful Greenery you two are sat next to each other so you cozied into him "awwwww how precious" Adam teased before putting his hand on your head you were disappointed when the waiter interrupted your moment to ask what your drink order would be you ordered what you thought would be good the dragon fruit smoothie Adams are they ordered something non-alcoholic instead " aww is wittle baby too scared to get drunk that's okay" he teased then saying his order " I'll have the white vodka with fruit juice and three shots of strawberry syrup" the way to seemed to be anxious why though why would he be anxious around Adam the gracious first man "o-o-o-ok sir right away" he stuttered before scurrying off somewhere

You and Adam went back to looking at the wonderful view of the park his wings seemed to snuggle around you since you cleaned his feathers they've been really soft almost like a blanket so you didn't try and complain not like you were going to anyways but it was just nice to be wrapped around the big blanket like feathers Adam seem to pull his wings closer to him also pulling you closer to him as he started to pet your back and said "you're all mine you know that I'll protect you and keep you safe and make sure you don't see or think anything dangerous" it's really the least I could do as a decent husband you're nodded and ran your hands through his feathers seeming to make sure that was nothing stuck in between them and if there was anything you would pluck them out because you didn't want him to have dirty feathers it just urked you Adam chuckled and said ' that feels nice you really are perfect" he kept petting you and even going down to your wings even though they were slightly smaller because of what happened he's still said they were cute and adorable and it was even better that you couldn't fly so you couldn't try and do anything "rash"

You then saw the waiter come over with your drinks he put them down on your guys table and said "enjoy" in that same anxious tone before scurrying off somewhere again " what's his problem" Adam Scoffed " I only banished three of the waiters here to hell it wasn't my fault they will be until slow and they were heaven born anyway so nobody really cared" he said with a slight sadistic undertone you two then kept looking around at the park " I wish this moment would never end" you said so Adam knew you were happy " me too... because this drink is fucking delicious" Adam said as he asked you what you wanted to order " I think the Tropical salad would be delightful" you said Adam was shocked and said "ugh diet food I'm gonna get the marinated Teriyaki ribs extra ribs" he mocked before calling over the waiter and placing the order " you better be quick or you know what happeneds" in a cruel the threatening way but that's just because he wants his food not because he's evil or anything it's their fault is what you thought he waiter then scurried off again and you two kept looking out at the park as he cuddling you ever so gently it was like the fluffiest down pillow " keep doing that babe its adorable" Adam whispered into your ear making you flustered which adam just found even more adorable "I love you and you're all flustered like that it's so hot" Adam teased you just giggled enjoying his teasing you like that when I talk to you like that you found it attractive for some reason but it's best not to question it right? The waiter then came rushing in with your food the plate the atoms ribs are serve one is bigger than you and you think the ribs were around half your size your salad was a bit more modest but you're still big it was served in a nice wooden Bowl it was filled with colorful fruits they didn't even know existed along with crumbly cheese pieces of crispy bread and very fresh vegetables the waiter then left in the same anxious pace as last time

You and Adam continue to eat your food it was delicious and he seemed to love it too " told you this place would be delicious they make these ribs so good I just can't eat thousands of them at a time you know what I'm feeling " you're nodding along listening intently but not knowing what to say Adam seem to be very passionate about this place "I swear this place ever goes out of business I'll kill everybody who helped to make it out of business the tax the people who chose to shut it down and the owners for not telling me that it's shutting down " once you to finish your food Adam just picked you up and flew out of the window " don't worry I'm allowed to eat here for free they love me here "

He then landed with you at the same park you guys were overlooking it was beautiful there was a wonderful draping trees and all sorts of colors and the path you are on was there for thousands of years this park was one of the oldest in heaven so you could see all the old landmarks that were there since the times of the elder angels " pretty soon we're going to be at that place where I have a surprise for you" Adam said as you two continue to walk

The park was better than anything you've ever seen there were traditional old monuments there from the era before Humanity was created it depicted beautiful Elder angels and the entire shrine was grown with vines but strangely it felt like it was meant to be that way it matched the aesthetic of the green Lush empathy ring Adam then chirped in and said "I'm so pumped to show you my surprise your gonna love it you're going to be like wow Adam you're so great I love you that's fuck" you blushed slightly trying to hide it you are so excited to see what a surprise was it's like Adam was a genius the setting the ambiance there was light roses everywhere and Lush flowers to compliment it it was a perfect place to visit especially on a nice spring day you and Adam eventually got to a small area where nobody was right by one of the hundreds of lakes in this park he lifted up a vine to show a small area not for you too that was beautiful flowers it was a little cave basically made of flowers and it was right by the water he sat down in motion due to sit next to him " well I know what technically "married " but I don't feel like I made it official you feel me so will you spend the rest of your life with me " Adam then pulled out a beautiful ring it was everything you could have imagined that had a beautiful rose gemstone on it complimented with the wonderful gold exterior " yes yes yes Adam I will " you said before leaning and giving them a big hug he hugged you too and said " I knew you would say that sorry for not proposing earlier I was scared you would get overwhelmed or some shit like that women are strange and sensitive like that " he said before continuing to hug you you to stayed like that hugging each other just enjoying each other's company until Adam finally said " let's go home babe we can prepare for the wedding " before I picked you up and you too flew into the distance

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tumbleringismycopingmechanism · 3 months ago

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(Question comes from this post by @pancake-breakfast . My other answers are linked in my pinned post.)

3. Discuss the various elements of modern culture and/or society, both good and bad, as reflected by least one of the following centaur groups: Bird-taurs, Centaurs ™, Mole-taurs, Cat-taurs, Cold-taurs.

Birdtaurs:

The Birdtaurs reflect both social media and fandom culture. In their introduction episode there’s a heavier focus on the fandom culture aspect. They kidnap the herd out of their normal life because they think they’re entitled to an „update“ on their „show“. It is worth noting that they could have gotten that update from one of the birdtaurs, but they instead go to the effort of kidnapping the herd and basically forcing them to reenact what happened in the rift. They also have to do HerdCon for „brand recognition“ and a mendatory Q and A after the reenactment. Meanwhile they won’t even listen to what the herd really thinks of this or thought that maybe forcing them to relive that and to turn it into a spectacle might be traumatic for them.

The Birdtaurs seem so engrossed in their obsession with the herd’s adventures that the lines of fiction and reality get blurred. Despite Horse repeatedly telling them they do not realize that none of the stuff they saw is acted but actually happened. They demand the finale of the first season to be redone, which seems very entitled even if it were just a show. They don’t understand that there’s an actual war coming and that all of them could (or if Horse can’t succeed in raising an army, will) be killed. It seems a similar (if much more higher stakes) portrayal of fans in the real world getting actors and characters mixed up, becoming obsessed with the actors (or author, or band members or whatever, depending on the medium) and acting like they actually know them.

They also represent all the positive sides of fandoms. They have fan clubs for certain characters, write fanfiction, create fanart and merchandise, binge-watch the show, ship characters and even organize a HerdCon. The herd is flattered by all this effort, similarly to how the creators of a show, book, movie etc. irl would be glad that their hard work touched so many people to the point that they would devote this much free time to it. However (just like some people irl) they cross a line by dragging the herd into it against their will. (It reminds me a bit of people sending fanfiction or spinoff-ideas to their favourite authors. Or worse, „love“ letters to celebrities.)

Some other negative sides of fandom culture that are also touched upon are discourses within the fandom. We get introduced to all the different favourite-character-based sub-groups within the fandom – the Horse Force, Ched Heads, Hot Gosslings, Team Durp, Glendale’s Pregnancy Hole Children (insane name btw) and the Dougligans – and it’s said that the only thing they can agree upon is that „Wammawink’s the worst“. That not only implies that they probably constantly fight over everything else in the „show“, but also that they can’t agree on even one positive thing. Their only common ground is hate for one character (which is also once again taken out of the „show“ and onto the real Wammawink).

Now let’s get to the social media aspect of Birdtaur culture. For one, social media is pretty important in the fandom context too. The Birdtaurs admit that their favourite thing to do is watching each other watching the „show“, not watching the „show“ itself. It begs the question of whether they even really like the show or just watch it because everyone else does and they don’t wanna feel excluded on social media.

The main influencer we get to see in the introduction scene is Crandy. She is obsessed with being watched, so much so that she doesn’t even really take the time to enjoy talking to the herd (whom she supposedly loves). Instead she runs off almost immediatly to tell her subscribers that she met the herd and even afterwise she does not listen to them at all as they tell her about the war, instead posting on social media. It reflects our tendencies in the real world to not live in the moment and instead document everything and anything for social media. This even goes so far that in the hootenanny episode Crandy claims that the important thing about hootenannies is to share the message of kindess and love on social media, not the message itself.

The other major influencer we see is Bayden. He takes this critique even further, bringing himself in mortal danger for likes (kinda reminds me of all these stupid dangerous tiktok challenges) and then instead of saving himself just keeping his followers updated. His need for validation on social media is so big that it’s even (as far as we know) the only part of his personality that survives being turned into a minotaur.

Another interesting thing is how social media works in Centaurworld. Instead of introducing some kind of technology or magical social media system, the Birdtaurs talk to their eggs and have their newborn babies deliver the message. This reflects on one hand how social media obsessed parents often tend to ignore their children’s needs and exploit them for content and likes. On the other hand it can be seen as symbolic, this new generation being confronted with social media from (even before) birth. (We don’t know if the grown-up Birdtaurs also once were used as messages when they were born or if social media is a newer development in Centaurworld, just like it is irl.)

Centaurs™️:

The Centaurs™️ are the social elite of Centaurworld. They can afford to live in a fortress, where they do nothing all day but eat cake, drink tea and watch the tulip steppers. Their castle is decorated pompously even from the outside with gold and gems and inside there are many decorations and portraits. The Centaurs™️ themselves are pretty much the only society in Centaurworld that wears clothes, and ballgowns witch giant wigs at that. This can be seen as a standin for the rich and powerful in our world. Combined with their bad security and the dirt in all the places that are not meant for the public eye (according to the herd once they return from the luggage room) it’s very much giving Versaille vibes. At the same time it shows us that the Centaurs™️ only care about their public image and not about actually being amazing people.

In fact, the Centaurs™️ treat all the other species in Centaurworld as lesser. Ched is used as a ball by Malandrew and the herd is treated as luggage when Horse tries to recruit the Centaurs™️ for the war. They are viewed as objects, not as equals to the Centaurs™️. The first thing we learn about the Centaurs™️ is that they sued everyone in Centaurworld so they would own the „title“ of Centaurs, despite the fact that Centaur is also the generic term for any creature that’s half-human and half-animal, effectively stripping all the other groups in Centaurworld of their equality.

With their privileged position in society, the Centaurs™️ can afford to focus all of their attention on the arts. As I said, they have tons of paintings and they love the art of tulip stepping. Even their baking can be viewed as an art form. Unfortunately, the Centaurs™️ are also very snobby about art. They won’t allow non-Centaur™️ tulip steppers to compete and (at least in Ched’s case) laugh at them instead. Similarly in our world, high society and the price tag on the art piece usually determine whether something is viewed as „real“ art or not.

Furthermore, the Centaurs™️ also don’t share their ressources. As long as they think their privileges will keep them safe, they don’t care about the war or the fact that their muscled up tulip dancers might be the only ones strong enough to fight. At the same time, they’re being wasteful with their ressources. A lot of their cake ends up smashed one way or another instead of eaten, and despite obviously having the means to train people, the Centaurs™️ (according to the herd) have very poor security, instead only training tulip dancers.

I think in a way that is best shown through Malangela, the Centaurs™️ have totally lost all relation to reality. She can’t focus on a normal conversation for even two minutes and has convinced herself that privilege is a burden without even being able to say why it would be (seeing as they don’t take the responsibility that should come with their power, it actually isn’t one). She can’t take the threat of the Nowhere King seriously, despite the fact that their poor security could neither keep the herd out nor keep them from sneaking out of the luggage room or keep Glandale from stealing.

The Centaurs™️ reflect the First World and its supperiority complex. It seems to live under the impression that its status will keep it from any war that it doesn’t want to be in, that suffering is something that only happens to other people and (like in any princess vs normal people movie) being in power is actually a burden because it comes with following stupid social rules that we put upon ourselves. By even calling itself the first world it does what the Centaurs™️ did by trademarking their name and strips the rest of the world of it’s dignity and makes it lesser.

(Another thing that the trademarking of the name Centaur reminded me of was how Disney tried to trademark Dia de los Muertos after publishing Coco. No, it doesn’t belong just to you, it’s part of a larger culture, wtf.)

Unfortunately I’m not sure this commentary is done in a way that will get a lot of people to reflect on their behaviour, their position in society or western politics. The Versaille-esk setting makes it really hard to recognize our modern society in the Centaurs™️.

Moletaurs:

Moletaur society reflects both unneccessary bureaucracy and police states. Outsiders (like the herd) will be found guilty of something just so they can be locked away, which is stated multiple times during S1E6. When the herd states that they have committed no crime, the judge immediatly assumes they’re spies, just so she has another reason to sentence them to jail.

As the Moletaurs sing, „law is fixed and the world needs rules“. This is true to a degree. Law and rules prevent for example that people just take what they want or spiral into endless circles of revenge after one initial crime. However, law is (ideally) supposed to be just and not punish people for existing, which is essentially the point that Moletaur law has reached. E.g.: Despite magic being perfectly normal in Centaurworld, the Moletaurs punish it with three consecutive life sentences (which is also Gary’s fate btw). It reflects how laws in the real world don’t always make sense and can be biased and unjust.

We see that their conviction that they just love following rules to the T is also bullshit when they discharge the herd. Because if it were just about blindly following the law, then Horse at the least would have to go to prison for using magic. However, because it was a kind of magic the judge liked she decided to pardon the herd and even give Horse her keypiece. Similarly, judges in real life are biased and can let their personal opinion influence their verdict.

Cattaurs:

Cattaur culture is based around Johnny Teatime’s Be Best Competition (in the following shortened to JTBBC). The idea is that they use this beauty pageant to distract themselves from the real problems, like their trauma from the Great War. This is reflecting of our culture’s tendency to also ignore real problems (like war, climate change, discrimination etc.) in favour of more fun (but superficial) stuff like celebrities, fashion, TV shows and movies, stars or social media. On a surface level this seems effective, at least to a certain degree: If you only ever focus on everything that’s wrong in the world you’ll probably get depressed sooner rather than later. However, it obviously solves absolutely nothing, because those problems won’t magically go away just because you don’t focus on them. It can even lead to you not noticing new problems arising, because you become to focused on those superficial distractios. Similarly, the Cattaurs claim that pageantry and zeal help them to heal from their losses and trauma from the Great War, but I doubt that such deep scars actually get any better by them just ignoring what happened.

The Cattaur society reflects our society‘s obsession with meeting (nearly) unobtainable beauty standards that are set by only a select few (in the Cattaurs‘ case Johnny Teatime and maybe Splendib). What counts as beautiful can change on a whim as we see at the end of S1E7, when Comfortable Doug is declared the winner, despite him meeting none of the standards that are set the entire 20 minutes before that. None of the cats have an own sense of what beauty means to them, as they now blindly applaud for Comfortable Doug because Johnny Teatime / Splendib announced him as the new ideal. And the contest is held every day, so hypothetically the ideal could change every day. You would never be able to reach it, constantly running in a new direction for the slim chance of getting Johnny Teatime’s (and therefore society’s) approval, just for one night (as the next day it starts all over again). Meanwhile you lose yourself, your identity, never figure out what you like best or enjoy the most because if it’s not what Johnny says you wouldn’t even consider it.

As Zulius points out, efforts don’t count in Cattaur society. Even great efforts for JTBBC go ignored if they don’t win you the sash by the end, so I doubt any efforts outside of it (let’s say for example, to help with the emotional aftermath of the Great War) are valued.

To a degree I think the Cattaurs might be too aware of what their culture does and why it does it. In real life, a lot of people don’t realize (or don’t want to realize) that the beauty industry and the diet industry as well as celebrity culture try to turn your focus away from real problems and instead get you invested in chasing after unobtainable goals. The Cattaurs however all know that this is just to distract from the aftermath of the Great War, they even sing about it. They seem to have no problem with investing all their time and energy into this practically meaningless beauty contest. On the other hand they seem unaware that this makes it impossible for them to ever be loved for being their authentic selfes, and that it leaves them vulnerable in case of a new catastrophy because they never took the time to reflect on the last one and learn from it.

Coldtaurs:

The Coldtaurs are representative of the people who fight for something (a party, an organization etc.) despite this thing advocating against said people. (For example, LGBTQ+ people defending homo- or transphobes, immigrants voting for right wing parties etc.) We see this as the Coldtaurs decide to fight for the Nowhere King, who wants to bring suffering, pain and death over any living being he meets. The Coldtaurs have convinced themselves that he would treat them kindly and help with the cold as long as they support him, that he would make an exception for them as long as they’re useful.

The herd, or actually mostly Glendale, deal with this by asking the Coldtaurs to look within themselves. She recognizes her own anxiety in them and thus can help them with their actual problem. The Coldtaurs might on some level have been aware that their discomfort did not come from the cold, but from their anxiety. Until Glendale confronted them with this, they did however not admit to it. It was the easy solution to blame the cold and then avoid any obvious solutions to that problem. Because if you managed that (for example, like Horse suggests, by moving to a place that’s warmer), you would have to face that your discomfort does not stem from the cold. You would either need to confront the real problem (which the Coldtaurs were already not comfortable doing) or make up a new scapegoat, so you might as well stay with the first one.

You could of course also interpret it as complaining about the minor inconveniences in your life while avoiding the major problems. Logically the cold should be a minor problem for a Coldtaur, if it is one at all. But it’s easy to complain about and maybe more importantly, it’s an outside factor. You can’t control the weather, so you have all the right in the world to complain about it. Meanwhile your anxiety is a reaction of your brain to outside factors. You would have to put the work in if you wanted to manage it, and that’s way more exhausting than complaining about factors outside of your control.

Glendale solves this extremely well by telling the Coldtaurs it’s natural, that she can relate to them and that she knows it’s hard to deal with it. She then gives them tools for handling their anxiety, which is not something they had access to before. They admit that they were „projecting [their] inability to control the unpredictable brutality of nature by answering the violence perpetrated on [their] psyches by externalizing violence onto other centaurs around [them]“. Here I think the showrunners idealized reality a bit. If you try to tell some gun-crazy, confrontation-seeking assholes who think everyone who doesn’t threaten other people within 10 seconds is „weak“ and complain about wokeness all the time that they just internalized hate speach about groups that they are a part of and should therefore know better than to hate, I doubt you would get them to actually reflect on their behaviour. However, at least trying to empathize with them, taking away their fears and showing them how to be better is probably the only approach that might get to them (after all, most people just wanna feel heared).

Bonus – Trashtaurs:

So I’m not sure if they were intentionally left out of this list or just forgotten, but I figured with this question they should be included. Trashtaurs are outsiders from any of the societies in Centaurworld. Everyone forgets they exist to the point that Horse doesn’t even think to recruit them, they just heared about the war and came forth to volunteer for the fight. And though they’re the first ones to join, Horse isn’t even happy about it, despite not knowing anything about them. (She comments „At least there’s a lot of you“, but it’s not like she‘d know whether they can fight or not.)

In the same way poor and homeless people are usually dismissed on a glance in our world. People assume they’re not capable of anything, even though it’s usually a result of bad circumstances that leaves people homeless (had to flee from their homes, have a medical condition that prevents them from holding on to a job but that they can’t afford to get treated, got into debt because of things out of their control, …).

The Trashtaurs probably join the army because they know they have little choice. They know noone will defend them once the war comes (since they’re alread ostracized) and they’re likely to be the first ones to die if the Nowhere King attacks. This way they’ll stand at least a small chance. Similarly homeless people irl are often forced to do jobs they don’t want or that are even dangerous for them just to survive.

At the hootenanny the Trashtaurs sing that the others shouldn’t let their trash laying around if they don’t want Trashtaurs. Similarly you could say that people shouldn’t be forced to live on the streets if you don’t want to see people living on the streets.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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OMG THE SPINOFF ISN'T A WANT ITS A NEED🤷🏻‍♀️🤩😍

( PS: only if you are fine writing it,you don't have to take pressure)

Alright, send in the little snippets, plot things, story lines you want to see written out/created for the Pretty like the wind universe! 😮‍💨🤍

They won't come in all at once, I will probably treat them like blurs at time and they will be like little separate stories but we can so still stick to that world!✨🤍🫧

#come chat with bubbles 🫧#azriel x reader

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my-mt-heart · 2 years ago

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No one asked but I thought I’d drop in and share my personal reasons for choosing to remain optimistic (in light of the recent leaks). The way I see it, I don’t lose anything more if all these rumours turn out to be false. It just feels good to potentially have something to look forward to, it doesn’t mean I’ll fall apart if it doesn’t happen. Some fans find it most beneficial to move on quickly. Others like myself are comfortable keeping an ear to the ground in case things change for the better. The assumption that I’ve been manipulated by people like you or João just because I’m choosing to filter leaks through a lens of optimism, makes me sort of uncomfortable. I’ve followed the scoop game plenty of times in the past, and I know no one can really force you to believe anything you don’t already want or need to believe yourself. I try to filter out posts that blur the lines between a preferred narrative and verifiable truth. I’ve never felt that I couldn’t distinguish that line from your posts. I also think your professional experience is evident to anyone with a lick of industry experience themselves. I recognize that professional precedent may inform an expectation for how something should logically play out, but that doesn’t mean AMC isn’t fumbling the bag. Evidently, they are, lol. I understand why people need to protect their sources. I can also tell when people don’t really have a clue what they’re posting about publicly, and it brings me a good laugh. For what it’s worth, it does feel like there is a legitimate paper trail, with seemingly credible sources coming together. I guess we’ll see how it plays out 😉

Lots of great points raised here, so thank you for sharing :’) I don’t know why I’m seeing so much effort to invalidate others’ opinions and/or info , but personally I’d rather just focus on the bottom line. We could be getting the Caryl spinoff back. In the meantime, anyone who doesn’t believe it’s happening or doesn’t want it to happen are entitled to feel that way. Anyone who’s feeling hopeful also has valid reasons to. Like you said, we'll see.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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qlmb · 1 year ago

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Tinie Tempah is fronting a Channel 4 MOTORING show - Is TV this dry?

I'm seeing this man live. Yes, in concert. This year. I am absolutely excited to see him perform because I have been a fan of Tinie Tempah for years now, ever since I was 6 years old and blasting "Frisky" or "Pass Out" as loud as possible.

However, today's news on TVZone is that the "Disturbing London", multi-award winning, chart-topping, international superstar act.... is fronting a Channel 4 show about cars.

Whilst I have no issue with a Top Gear rival from Channel 4... (atleast, im assuming that is the audience they want to try and rival) It is the issue of out of everybody, why Tinie? After Tinie's first few series run of his own.... property show..... that was, also, on Channel 4, wouldn't this be abit jarring? It reminds me of the joke I made in 2021 whilst reviewing Tinie's property programme that it's like if Snoop Dogg started hosting Location Location Location, but let's not put it past them, I don't want to start predicting the future.

Tinie Tempah is a great lad. He's funny, witty and very understanding. Not a single bit of his ego has inflated the man as he is still open and humble... however. After building the rap image, it's tough to see him go from a hardcore rap career, all the way to showing his knowledge about cars and motors, whilst F1 analyst and stunt driver Naomi Schiff looks at the cars from the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s making a comeback too. It'll be a tough watch for sure, but I would be very curious on how this all pours out! Tinie, as I've said, is a great host, just abit weird to see the man talk so deeply about cars from a time lonnnngggg ago.

It's made me raise another question too, is TV hosting dying?

As we witness Tinie Tempah seamlessly transition from hardcore rap to vintage car enthusiast, it raises an intriguing question: Is TV hosting on the brink of extinction, desperately gasping for its final breath?

In the golden age of television, we marveled at the art of hosting. The eloquent voices, the impeccable suits, the ability to effortlessly juggle interviews (Davina, we love you for the scandalous "tell us everything" Big Brother UK interviews), and the occasional cheesy joke—these were the qualities we admired in hosts. But now, it seems anyone with a pulse and a Twitter account can call themselves a TV host.

Gone are the days of the erudite and sophisticated master of ceremonies. Instead, we're bombarded with hosts who seem more interested in garnering social media followers than actually, well, hosting. Isn't it abit off how Will Best is now going to be a huge TV face due to his role of Big Brother host? Not to mention, we are now seeing channels comission shows featuring people from social media, admittedly, some YouTubers can pull it off. Daniel Howell's UNTOLD documentary is one you should watch.

But wait, there's more! Brace yourself for the upcoming BBC One show, "The Mundane Chronicles," a riveting program where ordinary people are transformed into hosts overnight. Picture this: a checkout clerk named Steve is thrust into the limelight, hosting a primetime talk show. As he stumbles through interviews, his guests desperately search for an escape route. It's a train wreck you can't look away from, like watching a sloth attempt to perform brain surgery.

If that's not bizarre enough, let's delve into the realm of reality TV. In "Survival of the Fluffiest," contestants compete in a battle of wits and fur as they try to outwit each other in a cuddly showdown. Hosted by an animatronic teddy bear, this show blurs the line between entertainment and sheer lunacy. But hey, who needs substance when you can have stuffed animals battling it out for the crown? Why are you tuning out? No, you don't get it! Listen, steam all the full boxset and the spinoff and the gossip show for free on Channel 4! Stream it first, why aren't you STREAMING?

So, as Tinie Tempah delves into the world of vintage cars, we can't help but wonder: Is TV hosting a dying art? With hosts more interested in viral moments than meaningful conversations, perhaps it's time to bid adieu to the days of genuine talent and welcome the era of unfiltered mediocrity. No more iconic faces in the future, but more random, one-hit wonder TikTokers. After all, who needs a skilled host when you can have a YouTube sensation teaching us how to fold socks?

#television #tv news #qlmarticle

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 2 years ago

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5, 7, 8, 18 for the film ask?

5. What’s the very first film you remember watching?

Gosh,,,,,, it's actually really hard for me to remember without having to ask my parents about it, since most of my early childhood was a blur for me, hence not remembering a lot of it!

If I had to pick, it would DEFINITELY be Winnie the Pooh cuz it was one of the only few movies back when I was three that I would actually sit down and watch!

7. A film you wish had a sequel?

Oh God, there are sososo many movies that I wished had a sequel, but for some god forsaken reason there isn't one!! It's really hard to choose just one!

Two movies I can think of at the top of my head are Over the Hedge and Chicken Little!

Over the Hedge, because I feel like there's more story to tell after all that happened in the first movie (including Tiger and Stella getting together and Tiger living in the forest with Stella) and if they can't do a sequel I would LOVE a spinoff series that takes a similar approach to what Penguins of Madagascar did!

And Chicken Little cuz I've been waiting on a promise that a Chicken Little book gave out for a sequel and it's been YEARS

Also another sequel I've been waiting on for a literal decade is one to Freaknik the Musical..... God I want that sequel bad!

8. Which book would you like to see adapted into a film?

This technically isn't a book, but I really really REALLY want a movie or TV show for Calvin and Hobbes and I've been literally begging the universe for one ever since I was little!

I know that Bill Watterson himself had he doesn't want an adaptation of Calvin and Hobbes since he never figured out a way to do so

But I feel that the 2015 Peanuts movie is the exact answer to Bill's problem! And if anyone who makes the adaption takes notes from that movie and just tries to stick to the main plot points and art style of the comics, I think it'll hold up amazingly well (the only thing is to keep the adaption for Calvin and Hobbes a 2D animated style with hardly any CGI)

I also really just want the beautiful watercolor art style of Calvin and Hobbes to come to live on the big and small screens so bad! I really wish that it does happen despite everything someday

Though the one change that I would make to a Calvin and Hobbes adaption is to give Hobbes and Susie the ability to actually talk to each other and hang out properly as a separate dynamic away from Calvin!

18. What’s your favourite biopic?

I'm not much of a biopic connoisseur, so I wouldn't know too many biopics by name

But if you like parodies of musician biopics (such as Johnny Cash's biopic)

Walk Hard: A Dewey Cox Story is one that I can highly recommend if you like obscene, silly and stupid humor starring John C Reilly and really legit good music combined, this is your movie!

If you want actual biopics, a few of my favorites are Balto (yes the animated one), Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (pls read the book too, it's great), Joseph: King of Dreams (god the music is so good), Walk the Line (the Johnny Cash biopics I mentioned above), Notorious, Soul Surfer, Straight Outta Compton, and The Disaster Artist!

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Thank you so very very much for sending in these questions my awesome friend o mine, they were so fun to think about and answer since film and movies is one of my fav topics!

I hope to see you here again soon and that you have an amazing and awesome day!!

#🌈 fozz's posts #🌈 fozz chit chats #answered ask #ask games #calvin and hobbes #c&h #film #films #movies #movie #tv shows #tv show #tv

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readwithmiaa · 1 month ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

By Michael Thomas Perone

Pub. Date: October 14, 2024

Publisher: Wheatmark

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 251

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛:

A small town becomes obsessed with television—to the point of madness.

A cheerful innocent confronts the harsh reality of the world and is forever changed by the experience.

A struggling author begins receiving strange messages on the paper he uses to write.

A bullied, brilliant teen is put through the wringer of his high school and comes out the other side insane.

A detective of the future discovers he may be investigating his own untimely demise—and that of the world’s.

These and one more dark fable await you from the imaginative mind of the award-winning author Michael Thomas Perone. Part fractured fairy tales, part nightmare fuel, The Electric God and Other Shorts follows characters who struggle to remain sane in an insane world and features stories that will keep you up at night, wondering what might be lurking in the shadows.

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰:

“𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓.”

It's a collection of short stories that deals with darkness. I got a disturbing yet great reading experience as it explores horror themes intermixed with ordinary. It definitely blurs the line between reality and imaginary, as the characters often find themselves in illogical situations. I appreciate the author for blending the supernatural things in reality so well. Without giving away the entire plot, I'll explain my favorites among them.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌. 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆."

The story revolves around Bill who finds himself in a strange scenario as he faces a baby with supernatural power.

"𝑻𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒍��𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔."

The story deals with Jonathan, a writer who's immersing himself in writing, as he finds a mysterious message, it takes him back to his childhood and the deep bond he shares with the writing process, highlighting the differences of modern equips.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆."

The story follows Nick as he ends up in an abandoned house after experiencing some strange events. His memories from his high school days, his past facing his deepest fears of being an outcast.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔—𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍.”

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒛𝒛 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍.”

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫:

Michael Thomas Perone is an award-winning author who has written for The Baltimore Sun, Baltimore City Paper, Long Island Voice (a spinoff of The Village Voice), and The Island Ear (now titled Long Island Press), among others. Online, he has written for Yahoo!, WhatCulture!, and other websites that don’t end with an exclamation mark.

His debut novel, the action-adventure Danger Peak, was the recipient of multiple awards, including The Fall 2022 BookFest Award in the category of Young Adult – Action and Adventure. His follow-up, the coming-of-age/sci-fi mindbender Déjà View, won First Place at the Spring 2024 BookFest Awards in the category of Young Adult – Literary and Coming of Age. It was also a finalist of The Eric Hoffer Book Award. He currently works as a Senior Editor and lives on Long Island with his wife and two daughters.

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taperwolf · 1 year ago

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I just saw a promo piece Crunchyroll put up about Genjitsu no Yohane/Yohane of the Parhelion: Sunshine in the Mirror. For some reason, the entire comments section is taken up with complaints, often quite vitriolic, that the series didn't get a (semi-)simultaneous dub. Which is leaving me a bit confused.

Granted, I haven't watched any anime primarily via its dub since roughly 1998, so I'm absolutely not the target audience for them, but I do understand all the reasons that dubs exist and are popular. It's just that — well, given the way that the Love Live franchise intentionally blurs the line between the characters and their voice actors, and how even as a fantasy spinoff of Love Live Sunshine, GnY is a musical series that heavily features those actors singing, why on earth would it be a desirable series to have a dub of?

#love live #love live sunshine #genjitsu no yohane #yohane of the parhelion #subs vs dubs

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noys-boise · 1 year ago

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beverly

First impression: i could lie and act like i loved her right away but the truth is i did use to think she's weird for liking a duck. like i didn't call it bestiality I'm pretty sure but i did think it's weird 😔

Impression now: BABYGIRL she's my precious she's my lovely she's my everything she's she she she AAAAAAAAAAAA

Favorite moment: uhhh just one? uh movie or comics? wait i need to think a lot actually like. everything??? favorite moment huh... uh... okay the movie is shorter it's easier to pinpoint uh "what am i gonna do with you... ducky" is special because i believe that to be the exact moment she fell in love with Howard uh oh yeah all of her singing Hunger city (all of her singing ANYTHING but like especially hunger city) uh if we're talking about the comics though that's harder uh there's a lot i have too many thoughts? not long ago i really fixated on that haircut she got with no explanation but like that's really only implied- i love how she just straight up lets strangers move in with her without further questions it's a questionable habit though (she has that in both the movie and comics though)

Idea for a story: i have a lot but like. the entirety of my cherry bomb prequel/sequel/spinoff/literally anything i need more cherry bomb in my life

Unpopular opinion: It's Not Bestiality You Guys Are Just Dumb seems to be unpopular :(

Favorite relationship: 'sdat a question? Beverly x Howard forever

Favorite headcanon: i have so many. i mean the bisexuality and autism headcanons are the ones I'm hard fixed on like no one can convince me otherwise uh. i decided she's a renthead at one point that's also one no one can convince me otherwise on? generally the lines between canon and headcanon blur because I don't see many different interpretations so everything i say is canon to me and like who's gonna stop me? the fandom's nearly nonexistent the writer hasn't been alive for almost all my life i can do or say whatever the FUCK i want and I'd be correct because no one cares about her more than i do

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chubbyooo · 5 years ago

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The Road to Redemption - A Blurred Lines Spinoff Chapter 6 - Looking Past Grief

last chap that's gonna be chill vibes just sayin :PPP

Kavaraa finishes her lightsaber and an opportunity arises

It had been a couple weeks but Kavaraa had finally got all the parts together for her new saber, she hadn’t heard from Theron in that time and was starting to worry but understood they had to be scarce. Master Syo had limited parts but she’d managed to pick out some nice parts she thought would make a good hilt, it was much more ornamental than her least hilt which she was excited about.

She laid the parts across the workbench and placed the black crystal in between them, she was a little nervous she hadn’t wielded a lightsaber since she fought Vaylin, the vision of losing so badly still fresh in her brain she didn’t know if she was ready. But Master Yuon believed in her and she trusted her Kavaraa closed her eyes and focussed on each of the parts, she calmed her mind thinking of the order and all that she’d done and what she was doing this for. She thought of how far Arcann had come and the strides they’d taken and then she thought of Theron she knew he’d be ok he’d promised, she took a deep breath as the parts came together and slotted into place.

She opened her eyes and saw the saberstaff floating in front of her, she took it and turned it on, the black blade shot out a quiet hum echoing in the workshop illuminated in a faint pink light. She spun it around in a quick flourish, feeling natural in her hand and smiled she had to admit she had missed this, she was about to turn it off when she heard someone open the door.

Arcann walked in and was startled trying to hide something he was holding “Master K-Kavaraa I-I didn’t realise you were in here” he tried to hide it behind him but wasn’t very good at it

Kavaraa frowned at him “yeah I was building myself a new lightsaber” she gestured to it “do you like it?” she held it out she had to admit she was quite proud

Arcann nodded “yes it’s quite pretty, I think it represents you very well” he smiled still holding something behind his back

Kavaraa raised her eyebrow “so Arcann are you going to tell me what’s behind your back” Arcann’s eyes widened but he quickly conceded knowing he couldn’t hide it

He took a set of armour out from behind him “Busted, I guess I can give it to you now though I was planning on waiting until I was ready” he showed the armour set it looked much like the knight of Zakuul’s armour only in Kavaraa’s colours “I wanted to make you something to thank you for all your help and I noticed you didn’t have any armour and I didn’t want you getting hurt so I made you some armour, do you like the colour?” Kavaraa’s mouth hung open she’d never gotten a gift like this

She smiled taking it “I love it Arcann thank you so much” she put it on over her jumpsuit “wow it fits like a glove” Arcann nodded smiling before Kavaraa pulled him into a tight hug “thanks so much Arcann” Arcann was completely surprised

He fidgeted awkwardly “uh ah um thanks you’re welcome” Kavaraa continued to hug him as he struggled “I felt like I had to repay you for all you’ve done” Kavaraa let him go with a smile

Kavaraa beamed at him “thanks Arcann this is very sweet” she cocked her head “how are you feeling about going back” Arcann took a deep sigh

He looked at her “I… I’m prepared to do it, I’m not better by any means but Master Syo has taught me how to let go of my grief when it surfaces, I will be able to help” Kavaraa smiled she was proud of how far he’d come

Kavaraa put a hand on his shoulder “I’ll be right here don’t worry you can count on me, I just hope you can get through to Nox” Arcann nodded folding his arms

He frowned “that is going to be tough but I think she’ll come around with the right pushing” Kavaraa nodded and was about to respond when Theron’s comm lit up

Kavaraa gasped quickly answering “Theron is that you I haven’t spoken to you in weeks is everything ok???” she was more frantic than she realised

Theron responded “I’m really sorry about that I couldn’t communicate with the rest of the galaxy, it’s a long story but the long and short of it is we got the gravestone back and dealt with SCORPIO” that was a long story she didn’t know where to begin

Arcann spoke up “and my sister I sensed her in conflict?” Kavaraa frowned he hadn’t told her that

Kavaraa clarified “oh yeah Theron, Arcann is here” Kavaraa realised this would be damming if they were traced but it was a little late for that

Theron sighed “right well yes she’s fine she escaped back to the throne while the Commander dealt with SCORPIO” Kavaraa assumed that meant death knowing Nox

Kavaraa breathed a sigh of relief “SCORPIO was the brains behind Vaylin’s operation without her she’s likely to slip up” she hoped anyway

Theron chuckled “that’s exactly right and well we’re taking advantage of that as Vaylin is throwing a party at Zakuul and we’re going to infiltrate it and try to corner her” Kavaraa’s eyes widened this could be it “and I was thinking we wouldn’t mind a little backup in the form of Arcann” Arcann looked to Kavaraa for her opinion

Arcann held his chin “I could but I’m not quite sure if I’m ready what do you think” Kavaraa nodded with a smile

She responded “He’s doing much better I think he could handle it and I would say helping the Alliance corner Vaylin is just about the most convincing thing you can do” Arcann nodded definitely agreeing with that

Theron seemed to agree too “Yes that’s one of the reasons I called, I will say I don’t think the commander would be able to accept you both at once so Kavaraa I’m sorry but we may need to wait on you” Kavaraa breathed a sigh of relief she was about to suggest the same

Kavaraa agreed “oh absolutely I was gonna say the same thing” she was glad they were on the same wavelength and she didn’t have to fight Vaylin

Theron seemed satisfied “Ok great I’ll send you the coordinates and time and look after yourselves, both of you” Kavaraa smiled as the comm shut off

Kavaraa turned to Arcann “are you sure you’re ready for this?” Arcann took a long deep breath

He nodded “yes I think so, I can’t keep living in isolation if I am truly to forgive myself I must return to the real world” Kavaraa smiled she was proud of how far he’d come but was a little worried still “and this plan your boyfriend has come up with sounds like a good idea using Vaylin’s ego against her” Kavaraa went turquoise did everyone think they were dating?

Kavaraa shook her head “Arcann he’s not my boyfriend we’re just friends nothing like that has happened I mean I don’t even know if he’d like it” Arcann frowned at her

He took a second “sorry I just assumed because the way you talk about him, how you worry and your closeness I do apologize” Kavaraa looked away embarrassed even emotionally stunted Arcann realised she liked Theron was she that obvious. Arcann continued “Anyway I believe I’m ready to face my sister I’ll give her a chance to stop this… but I understand that with the power she has it’s unlikely we can sway her” Arcann looked away sad

Kavaraa put a hand on his shoulder “are you ready for that eventuality” Arcann looked down not making eye contact for a second

He nodded “I have to be, I’m as much to blame as everyone else I’ll try my best to but that’s all I can do” Kavaraa comforted him, she personally didn’t know what she’d do about Vaylin she was still so scared by her so it was hard to think rationally

Kavaraa took his hand “come on if we’re leaving we have to say goodbye to Master Syo” she led him to Master Syo’s house where he was making tea

He looked over and smiled “ah Kavaraa, Arcann care to join me for tea” Kavaraa would never pass up an opportunity like that

She nodded “sure but we’ve actually come to talk to you” Master Syo raised his eyebrow “Arcann is needed to help with the fight against the eternal empire so this may be goodbye for now” Master Syo nodded his smile not wavering

He sipped his tea “I’m glad he feels ready to go back out, I must say even though I was clambering for you to leave when you got here I’ll miss the both of you” Kavaraa smiled she felt much better now that she came here

Arcann took his tea “I’ll miss you too Master Syo you’ve taught me so much I owe you a lot” Master Syo shook his head dismissing the comment

He lightly laughed “no no you don’t owe me anything I’m merely making up for my past mistakes we really helped each other” Kavaraa sipped her tea that was probably true

Kavaraa smiled at him warmly “I’ll miss you Master Syo you’ll always be one of my greatest teachers I owe you a lot, I hope when this is all over I can see you again” Master Syo seemed touched by the words while still sipping the tea quietly

Master Syo smiled “that would be nice I think I’d like that” they all sat in silence for a few more seconds

Kavaraa broke the silence “I guess we should get going thanks for everything Master Syo” he nodded as they left the chamber and headed back towards their ship, she wasn’t quite sure how this mission would go but it could be the start of saving the alliance and the commander...

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moonbaby26 · 3 years ago

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Title: Reunion

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: You were a goddess from the Greek pantheon and Loki’s former lover. Separated during the events of the first Thor movie and Loki’s initial supposed death, he learns you had given birth to his child during his time away. Initially disbelieving, his possessiveness for you finally brings him back to Midgard to take what is his. Story set somewhere after Thor: The Dark World, but before Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Notes: This started as just a prompt for Father’s Day back in June, and is more a “What If?” type spinoff from my main Loki x Goddess!Reader series still in progress. If you like the pairing though, you can check out more of that AU on my masterlist below. The daughter in this also remains unnamed as just like the reader, they’re yours to fill in the gaps how you will. 💚

Warnings: Angst, self hatred, grief, but also eventual fluff/comfort.

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The first time Loki had ever heard of the child’s existence, it had been from Thor. Clumsily blurted out, really only moments after the thunder god had just snatched Loki by the throat, pulling them both from the sky.

They’d plummeted from the humans’ aircraft to then argue on some rocky cliff face in the middle of the night. Just another instance in a long line of disagreements between them to be sure, but on that night it had all been about Loki’s right to rule Midgard through the aid of the Chitauri.

The god of mischief had laughed in his brother’s face as well, honestly laughed at the sheer absurdity and the perceived desperation he thought the Asgardians must now have to stop him. The lows and the lies they would stoop to just to try and delay or distract him from his goals.

Yet Thor had insisted it was real, that you hadn’t known you were with child. And that by the time you had known, it’d been too late. The bifrost had been destroyed, and Loki lost along with it as far as anyone had believed.

But Loki’s mind had still been clouded then as well, unable to see the obvious truth in Thor’s anger. The scepter, the tesseract…and Thanos, it had all trapped him, amplified the worst in him. And everything, all of it had soon spun into further nightmare.

Because only such a short time later, he’d found himself defeated and alone in the dungeons directly beneath the very palace he’d once called home.

Alone except for Frigga and her visits. But even a mother’s love couldn’t save him then. She had told him again that it was fact. That you had had a child in the time he’d been gone, and Loki had still argued with her. He so clearly remembered the hurt in her eyes as well as he’d asked her why she would even care about such a bastard creature even if it were all true.

Shamefully, that disgust had been his first real reaction as he’d finally started to believe her. Because he’d carried all that self hatred, the wound still so fresh of learning that he was never a part of the family he’d been raised by. And to him, it’d been a legitimate question then. Why should the queen of Asgard concern herself with a half frost giant, half Olympian and whatever crime against the natural order that could possibly be?

But in that calm way of hers, in that forgiving voice of hers which he now wished so often he could only hear one more time, Frigga had said, “I care because she is my grandchild, just as you are my son. As you always have been and always will be.”

And then she too was gone.

The days that followed after Frigga’s murder were also a blur, himself consumed back into that abyss of loss. He had lost his identity, his home, his freedom, and all semblances he’d ever known of love in quick succession.

But even if he hadn’t been imprisoned, even if time had allowed him to reconcile with you somewhere in between his suffering under Thanos’ Black Order and his quest for vengeance for Frigga, he would not have tried to find you.

Because he could not, for all the realms, imagine that you would still love him. You’d only fallen for a lie after all, a version of himself that had never truly existed. There had never been a Loki Odinson. He was only ever an unwanted runt. Laufey’s son, left on a frozen rock to die.

But in some sort of cosmic joke, he still drew breath then even as he still did now. After being cast out by the frost giants, then cast out from Asgard. After failing Thanos at the hands of the Avengers, after losing to the dark elves on Svartalfheim…it had been defeat after defeat.

Yet through it all he’d kept crawling back out from the ashes, clawing towards eventual glory, towards glorious purpose.

And after his second “death” on Svartalfheim, he could have fled back into the universe, to anywhere. But the sentiments and the memories he had so often mocked Thor for, had still held too strong for him as well in the end.

He’d gone back to Asgard instead, back to his once home, and to the ghosts of his past there. Odin was only old and tired, then further weakened by the loss of Frigga. So Loki had mercifully relieved the old liar of that pain, that burden of the throne.

He’d placed the strongest magic he could upon his former father. He’d given Odin a new, conflict free identity and left him on Midgard, out of the way and out of his story at last.

Yet after the brief elation of such a long deserved victory, Loki’s thoughts had eventually turned back to what else he’d wanted when there was nothing more in Asgard to take. When those days had stretched longer one after another, himself alone again even among the adoration and respect he’d always most wanted.

So often as a youth, that final pinnacle of the throne had come with you alongside it in his mind’s eye. And with that kingship at last in hand, buried emotions had begun to resurface for the goddess who had once claimed to love him.

He didn’t care anymore if you would only see him as a monster now. He’d wanted to win properly, fully. So he’d needed you back in Asgard. He’d wanted everything that was his. And if that now even included a bastard half breed of a child, then so be it.

With Thor away again, off fighting and trying to tame the realms back into submission, that is when Loki had decided to visit Midgard once more with his intentions for you in mind.

And like anything he did, he’d initially tried to be calculating. Once he’d found you, he’d wanted to know your new habits. The times you came and went, whether you were always alone or not. He’d wanted to have a plan.

He knew how to gather that information. Piecing together what little Thor and Frigga had already told him, the new name you went by, and then tricking a human public records servant to look up the rest on their electronic machines had been simple enough.

You now lived in a place called Pensacola, Florida. Right on the beach of course, to be expected for any offspring of Poseidon. You worked at some sort of hospital for sea creatures, taking the wounded, mending them, and releasing them back into the ocean. Also unsurprising, as you had always liked tending to broken things hadn’t you?

Though even then, the thought of you living and working alongside these petty humans had irked him. They did not deserve you. And in disguise of course, he’d passed your new home several times, walking back and forth on the sidewalk to see if this place should be considered worthy for a goddess, to see if you were there.

The dwelling the records had said you lived in was built high, but more like a one story home on stilts. The living area appeared to all be on the second story, with long wooden stairs leading up to it. He’d seen many structures built that way as he’d walked though, supposing it was for storms. If the sea were to angrily rise, the water could run beneath to spare damage to the main quarters.

Yet that was laughable as well for a woman who could control the tides on a whim. And he’d just been thinking if he should inspect the inside, when his stomach had abruptly tightened.

He’d heard your voice. A sound that had not met his ears since before Thor’s botched coronation and the ill fated battle at Jotunheim that followed. His head had whipped around to see you walking down the sidewalk toward him then. You were laughing, though not at him as you’d looked down at the small child whose hand you now held.

“So, today was macaroni day? That’s exciting.” You’d smiled. “And you colored too?”

The child had some piece of paper in their other hand, trying to hold it up to be seen.

“Is that Elsa? Or Anna?” You’d asked teasingly.

“Elsa!” The little girl had exclaimed.

His breath had hitched in his chest at the sight. He had wanted to see you of course, he’d come here expressly for this very reason. But he didn’t expect the sudden, unique pain. He didn’t expect at all how it would actually feel.

You were a goddess. His goddess. He knew you would look the very same as you always had, it’d only been a little over three years now that the two of you had been apart. The light and warmth of yours that he’d held in his arms so many nights before, of course that had not changed.

But seeing you together then, you with what he now knew as his own child. Happy, playful…suddenly all he’d wanted to do was leave and never return. Because he couldn’t ruin this. What right did he really have to even be here? The girl wouldn’t know who he was. And if she did see his face, wouldn’t it only frighten her? Was she yet old enough to have seen replayed footage of the battle of New York on those human machines?

In the end, wasn’t he only the horned devil who’d opened the portal to unleash those alien hordes onto the streets of her world before the Avengers had stopped him? A monster is all he was. Not even standing there on behalf of love in that moment, but of possessive pride and arrogance.

To his further surprise though, he’d also felt that foreign wetness starting in his eyes just as the two of you had walked right past him on the sidewalk. Humans were riding up and down on bicycles, walking their dogs. To you he was just anyone else as you’d only paused nearer the bottom of the stairs to your home. He’d seen you reaching into your pocket with your free hand, pulling out a set of keys before you’d picked the child up into your arms to carry her up the stairs.

And as you’d held her, her head was then positioned over your shoulder. She’d looked back towards the street just by chance. And for only a moment, he’d made eye contact with her.

He could see himself in her features, he could see you as well. Her human looking skin tone may only be an illusion, so much like his own. But it didn’t matter. He knew she was worth protecting instantaneously then as they’d briefly locked eyes. How could he have ever thought anything less?

By the time you’d gone inside and the door had clicked shut, he was glad though as he couldn’t stifle the sound that then left him as his face contorted.

He had truly been the worst kind of fool.

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A few days later

It was late Friday night, which you were glad for as this week had seemed particularly long. At the wildlife center it’d just been one crisis after another. Pelicans swallowing fish hooks, turtles swallowing plastic, even a young dolphin that’d been struck by a boat propellor.

If more humans could see on a day to day basis the kind of damage their carelessness caused, you really did think they’d at least try to change their ways for the better. They weren’t all inherently cruel in your mind, just terribly short sighted. It took real work to make them see any larger picture.

But, at least some were trying. Your coworkers among them, who were also pleasantly shocked this month when your facility had received another generous grant from Stark Industries for new equipment. Your friends had tried to ask you several times what on Earth your connection to that man was. And you’d just had to smile and say Tony Stark must enjoy a good tax write off.

In reality it was more Thor who you owed for that initial connection. The thunder god did drop in from time to time to check on his “favorite” and as you often pointed out, only niece. Thor had insisted from the beginning that you and your daughter live somewhere safe. And with Asgardian riches meaning little on Midgard, he’d gone to his fellow Avenger Iron Man requesting favors for you in exchange for Thor’s work consistently done in protecting this realm.

To your surprise though, Tony had actually taken a very hands on approach. He’d met you personally several times even in the beginning, though he still insisted on calling you Ariel. Which only much later you fully understood the joke of with your daughter’s growing penchant for those musical cartoons.

But Tony had bought this house. And his girlfriend Pepper had found you that job and the best daycare. But their gifts you still didn’t take for free either. Their world was your home too. And when they needed your help to fight back any new threat, they also knew exactly where to find you. You were now in Nick Fury’s files just like all the others. And they had and would call on you when necessary.

“Mommy!”

You looked over, seeing her holding up that tablet, which now had a spinning icon where whatever video she was watching had been. “Baby, it’s late. It’s just buffering. But screen time should have been over half an hour ago anyway.”

You used to tell her that the internet ran out after a certain time of night, but she was getting a little too smart for that now as you just extended your hand. “Come on, give it up. Go brush your teeth.”

You’d like to think that the strong headedness you were starting to see in her was only from her father’s side. But in reality, you could only imagine how many times you’d given that same pouty look to your own father before she did finally relinquish her precious tablet.

You quickly plugged it in, purposefully out of reach on the kitchen island before you went to help her get ready for bed.

It took a while, as always of course. So much bargaining. Could she have just one more cup of water? No, she didn’t want to sleep with this toy, it had to be that toy that you hadn’t seen for a week. Then digging through her toybox to find it, then it was the ceiling fan needs to be on. No it’s blowing on me, it needs to be off.

Mommy, leave the door cracked. No, leave it shut. Mommy, can you put the sounds on? No, not the water sounds, the thunder! Mommy, you’re sure there’s nothing in the closet?

It was just amazing how quickly someone so small could become a master of stall tactics when they really wanted to be.

By the time you were sure that she was finally asleep, her sound machine then going with her bedroom door shut, you probably should have been asleep yourself. But there was also something to be said for getting a rare moment alone.

You’d changed out of your work clothes at last, now just in underwear and a long t-shirt as you went back to the kitchen. You’d left only the overhead stove light on. And with the beach house’s open floor plan, it was enough to cast a dim light into the living room as well as you’d grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter, considering the label.

One of your coworkers had recommended this brand to try. You’d planned to pour just a bit into a glass and then go turn on one of those streaming shows in the living room that they’d also told you about. It wouldn’t have been a terrible way to wind down the night.

You’d opened one of the kitchen cupboards to pull out said wine glass, but the cupboard doors had a glass face themselves. And just as you’d begun to shut it, that’s when you caught the silhouette of a man reflected in black behind you.

The wine glass shattered as you released it to the floor. Yourself then whirling your body around, with your metal spear materializing into your hands even as the figure in the seemingly tailored black suit caught the weapon just as quickly in his own overly strong grip.

The silver of your spear still glinted in the low fluorescent light. The intruder’s pale hand enclosed around the side of it, having just stopped the deadly tip from reaching his throat.

But he said nothing at first, those familiar blue eyes just meeting the widening, horrified expression in your own gaze as recognition took hold of you.

You had never fainted in your life that you could remember, but you’d never felt closer to it either than you did in that very moment. Because it could not be.

“You must have been told that I was dead once more,” Loki finally broke the silence though, realizing your truly stunned reaction could mean nothing else.

And it did sound like a voice from beyond the grave. The god you had loved for so very long. But he’d left you. He’d thrown all of it away to chase madness, to chase power and vengeance. He’d left you alone with only the memory of him, mourning him all the while raising a girl who would never even know her own father.

He must have still seen that heavy disbelief in your eyes though as he spoke quietly again after a few more moments. “I’m no imposter if that’s what you’re thinking...” But he looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. “It is me, my goddess. Not a ghost, not an illusion…not a nightmare. Your mind would be too strong for such games regardless. Our connection would be too intimate to fabricate…don’t you know your lover when you see him?”

The tone, the stance, it was perfect. That was true. But you were not so arrogant as to think there would be no being capable of deceiving you to this scale.

In your shock it was difficult to think of proper questions though, even as you tried, your voice sounding embarrassingly weak. “Then, when and where was the last time we were together? What did you promise me then?”

He did seem to consider for only a moment, but with an expression that changed little before he answered. “You think I would forget sneaking you back into my quarters on Asgard that night before Thor’s coronation? And how long we made love over and over as you tried to both console me from that event’s sheer insult as well as dissuade me from letting the frost giants into Odin’s vault to disrupt it?”

But there was a hint of a tragic kind of humor in his eyes as he only continued. “I promised you I was in control. That no one would get hurt…that it’d all be fine. The coronation would be delayed and it’d be something we could just laugh about when I next came back to Midgard for you…”

But you never had seen him after. You’d returned home, and the next you’d known all the Olympians were buzzing that there had been a coup in Asgard. You were not allowed back then. You’d never been back since.

It might be true that a powerful psychic could still pull those little details from you though. But what were the odds that any psychic creature that skilled would also be so equally adept at shape shifting? To perfect his body, his voice as well…no, somehow in your heart you knew this was not deception. Even if a trick may have hurt far less.

And as that equally amazing yet horrible realization continued to settle over you, you finally began to lower your spear with one hand. But simultaneously your other palm just met the side of his face before you could stop yourself, with a slap that echoed through the room almost as loud as his brother’s thunder.

And you could see that equally familiar little flare of anger and surprise in his eyes as he turned his face back to look at you after the hit. The redness and beginnings of a bruise already starting to form on his pale cheek from the sheer force of it.

But you did not strike him again. Your eyes were already blurring then as the first tears formed, and you could soon feel them edging out down the sides of your face. Emotion drawn from a well of sadness you had thought would one day run dry. But it never did. You lived of course, you smiled and laughed even after he had been gone. But the mourning did not ever really leave you.

It could be in the middle of the day, anywhere, doing anything when a thought of him would cross your mind and that pit would swallow you whole all over again. You’d had to process his death twice already. And what being in any realm, of any status, deserved to go through that more than once with the one that they truly loved?

But his eyes were still on you as you saw his brief anger fade to confusion, and then…was it actually something closer to regret?

Your spear just clattered to the floor alongside the broken glass as you felt Loki’s arms wrap abruptly around you. That same grip that had held you for more nights than you could now count.

“I should have come sooner…you did not deserve this.” He said then, his voice sounding odd at last as if he may now be struggling to keep it even himself.

“You left us,” You breathed harshly in return though, pulling back enough to look at him again with your now reddening eyes.

But you could see the sadness in his own face even more now, clearer then in a way that both only wounded and frustrated you further. It would have been easier honestly if you could make yourself hate him. If he could stand there just looking as arrogant and pompous as everyone else always thought that he was.

But here, right now as he held you in some insufficient attempt at comfort, he only looked near as broken as you.

And you couldn’t help it. Even though it made no sense, even though you should just be screaming at him, demanding explanations and apologies…you’d missed him so much. You had wanted him back so badly, more than you’d ever wanted anything else before.

And here he was. The Fates knowing more than you ever could as he escaped death once again. You moved forward before you even consciously decided to, and you were kissing him then through the tears. Your lips against his. And even after all that had happened, all that he had done, he still tasted just the same.

But he only pressed into it as well, just as hard, opening his mouth to taste you soon enough as if the two of you had never stopped.

There was a desperation more than you’d ever felt however. That sadness, anger, and hurt overflowing still even as you pushed him so his back was now against the kitchen island. You felt him widen the stance of his legs, letting you in between them as his hands moved roughly to your hips.

He hadn’t forgotten you. No, it was then that you knew that he’d never stopped wanting you either. But why then? Why did he let you think over and over that he was dead? Why did he put you through all of this!?

And as you finally broke the heated kiss to look at him again, both of you then a literal mess standing here in this modern mortal kitchen with shards of glass and your spear made by Hephaestus himself on the floor beneath you, you also knew that there would be no sleep had tonight.

You needed…no, you deserved answers.

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The broken glass had been cleaned up and your weapon put back away, all lights now turned off as you’d opened the blinds in the living room to let the moonlight in from off the beach instead.

You felt like your hands might be trying to shake slightly though, and after another moment’s thought you opened one of the windows slightly as well. That salt smell and cool sea air drifting in with the sound of the waves. It was a comfort and added bit of strength you felt you needed then as you rounded back to the couch.

And Loki just sat there waiting for you in the dark. Maddeningly elegant looking again in the moonlight, one leg crossed over the other and his eyes never leaving you.

You sat down on the couch with him as well, but with a little distance still. You felt like you hadn’t let out all of your pent up anger yet. But you knew that wouldn’t get you anywhere either.

“So how long have you been watching us?” Is what you finally asked. Knowing full well that him finally revealing himself to you again wouldn’t have been a spur of the moment decision on his part. To sneak in here so easily, he had to have learned the surroundings some time before now.

“Not long. Only this week,” He answered plainly though.

“Why?” You responded a little tersely, but not looking back at him. You felt the more you would look at him, the more your memories returned and the less objective you could be.

“I needed to see you.” He just gave another short answer.

“But you didn’t before?” You countered, knowing how long it’d already been since the convergence and everything Thor had said Loki had given his life for on Svartalfheim. Where had the god of mischief really been since then? What had he been doing?

He gave a kind of half sigh, and you felt him shift on the couch. “I didn’t come here to antagonize you. I swear to that. But I had to deal with Odin first before I could move forward with anything else in my life. And now that is finally done.”

“What?” You did look reflexively back to him at the mention of the Allfather and all the additional dire implications that could possibly mean. You knew Loki too well to think for a moment that anything between he and Odin right now could possibly have a peaceful ending. But he didn’t respond back right away, only frustrating you further. “Loki…if you’re still keeping secrets, this isn’t…it’s not going to work.”

Your feelings were already too raw, you couldn’t handle those old games right now.

But you only saw an odd look come into his eyes, it wasn’t sly or condescending by any means. Closer to a flicker of more desperation if anything before he spoke to you again.

“If I trust you, then you have to do the same in return. Of course I can tell you everything that’s happened since I escaped death on Svartalfheim. But I’m not ready to deal with my brother’s judgements just yet about my dealings with Odin. This must stay between us for now.”

Yet you still stiffened, aware of everything Thor had already done for you in Loki’s absence. And knowing that the only real confidants you had left in the mortal realm were now in the Avengers. Letting yourself become beholden to Loki once more, jeopardizing the life you’d made for you and your daughter here….it was a lot to ask. “You’ve got a lot of nerve giving me stipulations on anything right now, you understand that right?”

He smirked just a little, the first hint of one you’d seen since his arrival. But it still looked all too regretful. “Take the truth…I’ll tell it. That’s all I can offer you. Then whatever you feel -or don’t- for me afterward, I can do nothing but accept it. But I want you to show me the truth as well. I want to see the time I’ve missed. I want to know what I’ve cost us.” He continued quietly though, as you felt his hand graze yours as you held onto the couch. You hadn’t sat far enough away after all.

You knew what he was really asking for then. He wanted to take the shortcut of looking directly into your memories, which he could only do through physical touch. But all your emotion, all the pain, everything would be there, hot and searing as if it was happening again in real time.

But he needed to feel it too didn’t he? You did want him to, even as much as you knew you weren’t ready to relive any of it yourself. No, you couldn’t overthink this, or else you might lose your nerve as you answered. “Then get it over with please. Look into my mind…but before the morning comes you’re going to tell me why you did what you did as well. I can’t just let all that go, Loki. Even for you…”

“I know.” Was all he responded though. Yet there was a heaviness to it as he watched you finally move closer and he raised his open hand in front of you.

You knew what you had to do as you took a breath before bowing your head slightly, nearly touching it against his hand before he moved in to close the rest of the distance.

You felt the tension in him, the last bit of hesitation before his fingers gripped firmly upon your scalp. You tried to steel yourself as well before the gates opened up. But no one could, not to that kind of force as in only another instant it was like a switch had been flipped inside your brain. A hit akin to a bomb going off inside your consciousness as he forced his way in.

The invasiveness was painful enough on its own, but you didn’t fight as he pulled those last few years of memories rapidly to the surface. And it was all only the truth as the scenes flashed by faster and faster.

The night you’d first been in denial, learning the news that he had turned on his own family. Everyone just telling you that he had gone mad. And you arguing, even fighting to try and escape to go to him as your father Poseidon with the help of your brothers had locked you all in your family’s palace in the depths of the sea.

Zeus had commanded that no Olympian be allowed to interfere in Asgard’s battle for succession to the throne. And under penalty of death you’d had to wait and agonize, not knowing who would come out alive. Waiting for any bit of information, confused and frightened how this could even be before word finally came that Odin had retained the throne. Loki had been defeated.

But somehow when they’d eventually said that Loki had died, it was made even worse when the story had started to twist towards suicide. Because they’d told you he hadn’t been slain in battle at all, that he’d let go of the bifrost. He’d chosen to die as he’d fallen into the void.

That was what you’d been made to believe over and over, by so many who had of course never approved of your mixed race coupling with him to begin with. Some had even mocked you then too for the seeming realization that his pride and desire for the throne had been the only thing he couldn’t live without in the end. The only thing he appeared to truly love in the end.

But your depression, and the mourning that followed only became more complex as you’d realized his equally cruel parting gift. A pregnancy that kept you feeling sick and weak for months as your body had constantly tried to reject the foreign entity inside it. And the added stress of your father only hoping that the unborn would actually die so you could return to the fold and close that embarrassing chapter for your whole family at last.

Only your mother queen Amphitrite and your sister Rhode had not turned their backs on you during your difficult pregnancy. Helping you still hunt, still eat and defend yourself, yourself otherwise alone and exiled to the ocean’s most remote places before the child finally came.

But as you’d feared, the baby couldn’t even breathe underwater. You’d had to return to the surface just to keep her alive. That screaming, blue skinned child that you’d had no idea how to take care of at the time. The girl not truly Jotun, but not of your kind either, something trapped in between.

She could not survive the depths of the sea, nor was her foreign blood allowed on Olympus. So you’d had to finally give up your royal life in the oceans for good to raise her on land among the mortals.

But not long after had come the shock that Loki was still alive. Yet only starting that cycle of heartbreak all over again for you as you’d just had to watch on a human television as the man you’d loved unleashed a foreign army to wreak havoc in the very realm you were then attempting to safely raise his own daughter in. There had been so much anger and additional confusion within you at that new layer of betrayal.

But even when he had been defeated and imprisoned, you’d still begged to be able to see him. Even if he’d forsaken you, you desired to have some sort of closure at least. But Odin had refused your requests time and time again. Yes, the bifrost had also still been broken then, but you and the Allfather both knew there were other ways to cross the realms if he would only let you.

But Odin considered your child illegitimate, and insisted that neither of you had any rights in Asgard. There was no sense of goodwill to help you either when his anger and desire to further punish Loki was something insurmountable at the time. Only Frigga had reached out to you via the ravens, wanting to know as much about the girl she considered her grandchild as she could.

You had still retained hope however. In Frigga’s letters she had promised that Odin would eventually soften. She believed the Allfather’s disappointment and great hurt at Loki’s actions were being unfairly projected onto you and your daughter. But she saw it as temporary. She encouraged you to stay strong.

You had almost started to believe her too, before your world crashed to ashes all over again. Her letters had suddenly stopped. And one day, out the blue Thor had come to you with horrific new truth.

You’d been so relieved to see him for the most fleeting moment too, thinking maybe Frigga had sent him. That he may take you to visit Asgard at last, yourself briefly believing that Odin had finally relented. But it was not to be. Thor had instead come to tell you about the Queen’s murder and Loki’s self-sacrifice against the dark elves who had her blood on their hands. Frigga had been killed and Loki had avenged her. And even if not Asgardian by blood, Thor had been so adamant that Loki’s soul would have found Valhalla then.

And you’d cried in front of Thor that day, really cried in a way the you hadn’t allowed yourself with every set back before. You’d finally broken down as he’d held you, neither of you knowing what else to do. But he’d also promised you then that Loki’s daughter would never feel the pains you all had. He’d sworn that she would grow up safe on Midgard, happy. And with no other real choice, you had accepted his and Tony Stark’s eventual offer. This home, this life. You’d become an Avenger in order to protect her from worldly threats just like the attacks made by her own father, you’d-

As you felt Loki’s mind suddenly uncoil itself from your memories, you could also feel the new tears now running down your face again. You looked up at him, surprised that he’d broken the connection so soon.

But as you stared at him, you realized you weren’t the only one then in tears.

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Loki blinked, that stinging wetness only growing stronger as he pulled his hand shakily back away from you.

He couldn’t take another moment. Every single thing you’d felt was as strong in his emotions now as if they’d come from within himself. And he’d had to stop when that final burst of your memories had showed that his own actions had pushed you right into being dependent on the very people he’d once most hated. You were now enlisted to fight against “villains” just like himself.

“You’re one of them,” He breathed, unable to stop that hint of accusation in his tone even as he only wanted to pull you back into his arms now.

You belonged to him. You were his goddess. But Tony goddamned Stark had provided you this home. His own mate and child were now indebted and even affectionate with that egotistical human.

It was irrational for him to feel this angry, some part of his logical mind still knew that of course. In none of your memories had he seen you take anyone else as a lover in any capacity. But the jealousy was so real, the many times Thor had now visited you as well. He’d seen that level of intimacy regardless, you’d needed them because you’d had no one else. And he hated it. The thought of you closer to them, trusting them now far more than himself.

But before you could argue the obvious that he had no right to criticize when he hadn’t been here to be your partner, when he’d left you with a fatherless child, he just took you around the waist regardless. He pulled you against him on the couch, his back leaning into the armrest and your chest now against his.

If you wanted to strike him again he didn’t care as he spoke unevenly, holding you tighter. “I never wanted this. You think I didn’t care about you, but that is not how it was. I was a lie! I was a lie Odin created, and I couldn’t accept it. Yes, I thought I had nothing left. Because I was a fool that believed you could only hate me as much as I hated myself…”

But he’d seen your mind, making it all the more heartbreaking with the truth that his being a frost giant had barely even registered in your important or painful memories. Because you truly did not care. You’d just wanted him back, in any way or form.

Your only anger towards him had been for being abandoned, for being left in the dark, not understanding his violence and his selfishness in these recent years. Your thinking that he now only cared more about conquering realms than he did about loving you or protecting his own child.

“I promised to tell you everything, and I will. But know I never would have hurt you. I never would have let the Chitauri touch you or the girl. I just wanted some kind of control back in my life. Even if I’d won then, I would have come back to you eventually. You’re all I have left…” And he only felt the slightest relief when you didn’t argue, when you didn’t berate him in all the ways he knew he still deserved, your warmth actually just settling further against his chest as he then laid his chin atop your head.

“I love you, I never stopped.” You did finally speak though, as he felt you reaching up to still wipe at your own eyes. “Don’t forget that again.”

He closed his eyes a moment, the pain of those words so real, but even he couldn’t deny them when he knew it was the truth. “Only actual death could ever separate me from you again, goddess.” He promised back. “I have so much to make amends to you for, but I’m here now. And I will not waste this chance if you’ll have me…”

He felt you shift, and as he opened his eyes again he could see you looking up at him once more. The simple touch of your soft hand then against his hair had him taking another breath before your lips met his again.

The physical comfort was so needed, so necessary as he let the two of you sink further down onto the couch. He took greedily still, even after so many years together, he kissed you like his survival depended on it.

Because maybe it did.

After a little while longer though, he felt you move again, you pulling a blanket that had been messily on top the couch then down around you both.

Evidently this is where the two of you would be resting tonight.

But there were still many hours until morning, and you had demanded the truth. He would tell you too. There’d be no more secrets between you. Before sunrise, you would know about Thanos, about the scepter and the tesseract, and how he’d escaped.

He would tell you where Odin really was and how he’d taken back Asgard from the former king. He could only be at your mercy now though, hoping you would understand enough to let him handle this how he needed to. He wasn’t ready to confess to Thor, but all illusions must fall in the end. Eventually that time would come as well. But not yet.

Right now was only about repairing what he’d had with you. And beginning the new chapter with the child he’d yet to even meet. He had failed the girl to this point, but he could at least start to make amends now. To try and be the real father that he had so wished Odin would have been.

By morning all could begin anew. Even devils got second, or in his case even third or fourth chances it seemed. He could and would not let this slip away from him again.

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(Planning to do a part 2 on this, but no ETA at the moment. Thank you for reading! 💚)

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[Moodboard Teaser]: Bitten By The Darkness — CB

Thrust into a terrifying new world that won’t fully accept you, but unable to return to a distorted past you can’t quite recall leaves you to wander the dangerous streets of District 9 alone. With seemingly all odds stacked against you, a man leading his team to hunt you down may be the same man that will be your saving light in the haunting darkness.

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I'm surprised I haven't seen anyone draw parallels between Feyre leaving Tamlin for her Mate to Elain leaving Azriel for her Mate. (Ignoring the fact I hate Rhysand, the books obviously want me to think he's the best person ever so I'll just pretend). Because that's what I see happening.

Elain and Azriel are so clearly rebounds for one another. Elain's still grieving her human love and life, and Azriel is still hung up on Mor. They're both quiet and available, so they jump to each other. That's it. The Azriel POV was purely about what he wants. How he wants to fuck her and taste her. He's just sex to her.

Even if E/riels had a more convincing case, it's not like SJM hasn't pulled a SIKE on us before. If she goes anywhere with E/riel, she'll undoubtedly pull it back. SJM doesn't take Mating bonds lightly, and she's stated that she loves Lucien. And if anyone deserves the happiness of a bond, it's him.

Feyre and Rhys, and Cassian and Nesta, all had relationships/lovers before Mating. Elain "liking" Az now, (which we're not even clear on), doesn't really mean much.

I'd like to hear your thoughts! You're so good at this, and you always explain my thoughts so perfectly. Love and light 💕💕💕

honestly there are quite a few feysand/elucien parallels that people either don't see or choose to ignore.

rhysand was first presented as a villain to feyre, the same could be applied to lucien just bc of his envolvement with tamlin (that he wrongfully gets blamed for btw idk why e/riels love blaming tamlin's mistakes on lucien). feyre was engaged before she went to rhys, elain was engaged before she met lucien. both were/are? still hung up on their former fiances. feysand as a couple represents the night, elucien would represent (at least in part) day. it's literally night and day with them. they're similar but also wholly their own pairing, it's fascinating to me.

anyway i think i will use this ask to spill some of my e/riel opinions sorry about that! alright let's start off with this controversial statement: i don't think e/riel was ever meant to be endgame.

i've seen it said a few times over the years that sarah changed her mind about elucien and while that's possible bc she also previously changed her mind on lucien and nesta one has to ask themselves..... if she wanted to write a mate bond rejection why didn't she stick with her original plan of lucien and nesta being mates? she's said herself that they wouldn't work but she chose to change lucien's mate to someone who compliments him better, and it's to feyre's other sister no less. that tells me lucien is important and powerful, he's mated to one of the sisters, one of the key players of the entire series.

another point is we can assume (and we could be wrong, let me put this here before someone yells at me or vague blogs about it) that sjm had an elucien endgame in mind when writing acowar, right? and when she was touring for that book hadn't she already started work on acofas? and we know that she's never on social media, so if she had an elucien endgame in mind when she wrote all of the supposed e/riel "evidence" where does that leave us?

drama. tension. conflict. angst.

i think that's what it all comes down to. people will say that elucien was a front while e/riel is the true endgame but... it all seems a bit easy, doesn't it? e/riel is right in your face while elucien is silently brewing in the background. what if the bait and switch isn't elucien, but e/riel?

sarah has shown us before that she likes to use her characters as ways for her other characters to end up with their endgame matches. for example, without tamlin, feyre wouldn't have met rhys. and moving over to throne of glass for a second, if not for chaol, aelin wouldn't have met rowan. and in turn, if aelin hadn't given yrene the money she needed in tab, chaol wouldn't have met her.

are the e/riel scenes romantically coded? yes, probably. i'm not saying they aren't, some people picked up on it but i personally didn't get that vibe myself, especially in acowar, but acofas kinda blurred the lines a bit. but even then, i didn't think they'd work out and i still don't understand the arguments that are supposed to be in their favor from that book. elain says she doesn't want a male so that excludes lucien but not azriel somehow? that line means she doesn't want any fae, she wants a human man, she wants graysen. then we have lucien saying he can't even stand to be in the same room as elain which i never read as a "oh i hate this person" kinda way. no, it's bc the whole situation between them is awkward and it obviously makes both of them uncomfortable. it doesn't help when literally all of the inner circle is constantly around them, and being in the night court in general doesn't give them the privacy to get to know each other.

some people like to ask why build e/riel up at all if they're not going to be together? one thing i've always loved about sjm's books is how she can write relationships. now, let's say you meet someone irl and you like them, eventually maybe fall in love with them, and fail to notice how they're not good for you. maybe everyone around you can see it, but you don't. you want a relationship and you're in a decent one, it should work out. like they're not a bad person, this relationship just isn't right for you in the long run. why waste your time? it's life. sometimes things are good for you at a certain point in time but not later on. sometimes you just end up in a relationship that was never good for you. sometimes you fall out of love with someone. you're constantly learning and adapting to things and that's my stance on e/riel. i think they're both looking for companionship and they're the "safest" and most available option.

taking it back to acofas, azriel was relived to not have to get elain a gift and was still gazing longingly at mor. now in acosf he's avoiding talking about her while wanting to fuck elain and getting defensive when helion mentions mor. he's not over her. he's not going to just completely forget 500 years of pining bc elain showed up, especially when they haven't even helped one another to move on. if they had, we would have seen the proof of that. not just "oh she's hot we both want sex", that doesn't make a healthy relationship.

as for elain, she's been taught she has to act a certain way her entire life. she has to downplay her trauma and emotions to appease others so they don't worry about her. maybe she's even had visions involving lucien that upset/scare her somehow and she's reaching out for something else. i think they're both lonely and desperate (at least on az's end) for someone that they ultimately are drawn to the wrong people.

as for the lack of elucien development... this is how i see it. if they're endgame, why would sarah have all of their big moments happen off screen or as a throwaway line in acosf? elain is getting a book, we know this, and with how much of the story is tied to lucien and how much is left unresolved with him, we can also assume he'd get a pov at some point. so imo it makes sense for the fact we got little to no development for them in acosf. no, she wants a huge wedge between them so we can watch them come together. the payoff will be that much sweeter. kinda similar to how she put a wedge between nessian before acosf, sure they had more development in acowar than elucien but i think that's bc sarah knew they'd get the first spinoff. she had to give them that development whereas elucien can wait, a bit longer. it's frustrating yes but i do think we'll get something in acotar 5.

maybe i'm an optimistic fool, maybe sarah did at one point have an endgame in mind for them, but i find it hard to believe she wouldn't see how wrong they are for each other in the long run. she's very good at showing us how well characters fit together with just a few lines.

#sorry this envolved into my rambling lol #i swear i was going to talk more about the feysand/elucien parallels bc i made a list awhile ago #but i forgot some of it so here we are 😬#BUT YOU'RE SO SWEET!! im glad someone enjoys my random thoughts lol #thank you i truly appreciate it 🥺💕#acosf spoilers #a court of silver flames spoilers #asks #aquafaith

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