#damn loki not even your mom buried you

[rikitiki-5000]

lmao, lol even

[nerdasaurus1200]

I just finished the latest WandaVison episode and hooo boy, do I have thoughts

FIRST OF ALL, why the hell did Agatha betray her coven? Gimme the deets on that

I assume that brooch Agatha’s mom was wearing gives the wearer ultimate power of the magic in the coven as well as immortality

I frigging love how Agatha actually takes a shot at Wanda switching back and forth between different accents. If that’s not a fourth wall break I dunno what is

Okay...necromancy spell....so does that mean X Men Quicksilver was already dead?

AGATHA YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM BILLY AND TOMMY

Wanda and Pietro’s parents look so much like them; and lil Wanda and Pietro look so adorable

HOLY FRICK, WANDA USED TO WATCH SITCOMS AS A KID AND THAT’S HOW SHE AND HER FAMILY LEARNED ENGLISH THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH

THE! FRIGGING! BOMB! I KNEW IT! I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA SHOW THE BOMB “At the end of the episode, it turns out to all be a bad dream” rip my damn heart out, why don’t you?

So the bomb didn’t go off...because of Wanda?

IT’S HER IT’S HER IT’S HER SHE SAW THE OG SCARLET WITCH WHEN SHE TOUCHED THE MIND STONE!!! DID THANOS KNOW ABOUT THIS? DID LOKI KNOW? HAS A PREVIOUS SCARLET WITCH USED THE MIND STONE BEFORE AND THAT’S WHY WANDA’S CONNECTED TO IT?

How did the mind stone cut out the cameras?

How does Agatha know what an infinity stone is??? Did she research this?

I’m sorry, the Mind Stone amplified what was already there???

Awww, awkward Vision being awkward and adorable and crushing on Wanda

"What is grief, if not love persevering?" again, who said you could rip my heart out?

Serious props to the script writers of this show, the dialogue is so well written, it shines so well in this episode. And props to Elizabeth Olsen’s acting, she’s able to convey so much just from her expressions alone and it makes Wanda feel so much more real.

I wonder if for a split second Wanda thought about using her powers to threaten the guy and that’s why she looked at her hands and smirked

Holy smokes, the look Wanda gives the security camera when she’s at the front desk

Wanda you poor baby you didn’t even get to bury him

“I’m his next of kin” Oh frick she’s right that didn’t even occur to me

Okay, I know Vision is a robot and not actually human but that scene where they’re working on him is still VERY disturbing and creepy. I really felt Wanda’s pain

Also the fact that she didn’t even recognize his body at first

“He’s not yours” FUCK YOU HAYWARD YES HE IS

“I can’t feel you”.......remembers “I just feel you” in Infinity War, the second to last thing he ever said to her

Oh my god....I....they were gonna settle down and move to Westview....

SHE DID THE GODDAMN DROP TO HER KNEES THING LIKE SHE DID WHEN SHE REALIZED PIETRO WAS DEAD

So her grief over losing the life she never got to have with Vision and desire to live that out literally created the whole show....my God, how powerful IS she?

Wait wait wait wait wait hold the fothermucking phone....did she make an illusion of Vision? Did she manage to ressurect him? Whatever she did, she clearly sure as hell didn’t steal his body which either means someone else did and Wanda’s the suspect or (more likely) Hayward’s got beef with Wanda and is lying to take her out...

AGATHA I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THE KIDS

The way Wanda tries to reassure her sons it’s gonna be okay...she’s such a good mom

“You have no idea how dangerous you are.” Huh? “You’re supposed to be a myth, a being capable of spontaneous creation” Say what now?

“This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you...the Scarlet Witch” HOOOOOOOOLLLLYYYYYYY SHIIIIIIIIIT

[alirhi]

22

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 22/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable. Notes: Due to massive levels of incoherent rage at the thought of what they did in Thor: Ragnarok, I have decided to pull from actual Norse mythology again. Everything after The Avengers has been erased in this fic, anyway, so fuck it. Hel and Fenrir are Loki's children as it always should be.

Loki sighed, head resting on Bucky's chest as he basked in the simple joy of hearing his beloved's heart still beating. "I hope you know that you're not allowed to ever die on me again."

"Technically, I haven't died yet at all."

He frowned, pinching Bucky's side and making him laugh. "I mourned you for nearly fifty years, James, and it almost destroyed me."

"Loki..." It was Bucky's turn to sigh as he pushed the Trickster off of him and they both sat up. "Serum or no serum, I'm still human. Eventually, I'm gonna grow old and die. That's just the way it works."

"I don't want you to." Feeling like a child, tears choking him that he refused to shed and Bucky's hands gripping his, Loki shook his head. "I can't lose you again."

With that sad smile he was so sick of looking at, Bucky squeezed his hands a little tighter. "You lived over a thousand years without me, Doll. You'll be okay. You've got Sigyn-"

"I hardly think that's relevant." Prying his hands loose, he wiped furiously at his eyes. "Especially since, if the oaf can't sway Odin, I'll likely never see her again, either. Or my other children."

It was truly beginning to sink in, just how much Loki had sacrificed in his mad scramble to rescue Bucky, and he could tell from the stricken look on his lover's face that it was hitting him, as well. A grown man – a God– and he'd behaved like a reckless child ever since he'd first discovered his soldier alive. He'd succeeded, at last, but at what cost? If his actions left him forever on the run from Asgard, he would never see his wife and sons again; his one consolation was that at least he had his daughters. Hel ruled her own realm and answered to no one, least of all Odin, and Eira... He would die before letting anyone take Eira away from him.

"Jesus, Loki..." Bucky winced, pulling him closer for a hug. "Nari, Fenrir... I'm sorry, I can't pronounce the snake's name-"

That got a half-hearted laugh out of the Trickster, and he laid his head on Bucky's broad shoulder. "Jormungandr. It's alright, love, I'm impressed you remember any of them."

"I get headaches," he admitted softly, "when I try to push too hard, but it's coming back." Arms tightening around the other man, he murmured, "There's a lot I'd rather never think about again, but I don't want to lose a single memory I have with you."

"Don't force it," Loki cautioned as gently as he could, bringing one hand up to tangle in that beautiful dark hair. "It will come back; a remarkable amount already has. Just be patient."

"...Nari," Bucky whispered, shaking his head. "Fenrir, Sleipnir, Jor...Jormun... Can I just call him Joey? I know that's not how the J is pronounced, but his name does start with a J, technically... Right?"

At that, Loki buried his face in Bucky's shoulder and laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. "I would pay to see the look on Jormungandr's face if he ever actually heard you call him Joey!"

"Loki, I'm being serious!"

"About 'Joey'?" He could hear the grin and the suppressed laughter in his beloved's voice, so he didn't feel bad for being unable to contain his hysterical laughter.

"About your kids." He didn't sound amused anymore. With a firm grip on Loki's shoulders, he pushed him back to look him in the eye, and the atmosphere instantly shifted. Expression pained, Bucky reminded him, "What you lost, for me... If you can't fix this, you'll lose your whole damn family. Did you think I was just reciting their names trying to remember them all for a fucking Christmas card or something? Eira's brothers, her sister, her step-mom... Your whole family, everything you built before we met... My God..."

"Yes." His attempt at a snarky, slightly cheesy retort fell flat even to his own ears, but Loki still tried. Prying one strong hand from his shoulder and cradling it between his own, he told him, "I am your God. As for my children... Sleipnir was already taken from me long ago. I'm not sure he even knows I'm his mother."

"Christ, Doll, that makes the rest of this worse!"

"I haven't 'lost' anything." Freyja, how he wished he believed what he was saying. All that mattered at the moment, though, was that Bucky believed it, and so he soldiered on. "Not yet. Odin is a stubborn old fool, but he is old. Worst case scenario, if I can't return home without ending up in chains while he lives, well... he'll die soon and Thor will take the throne despite my best efforts – I really had a lot on my plate when last the Sergeant and I met – and because he's sentimental and forgiving, I'll be welcomed back with open arms."

"'Home'?"

He blinked, confused. "What?"

For someone with such a remarkably expressive face, Bucky could, on occasion, be difficult to read. With the most curious look that Loki couldn't quite identify, he pointed out quietly, "You still call Asgard 'home.'"

He scoffed and shrugged. "Force of habit, I suppose. Best not to read too much into it, darling."

"Right." There was a brief moment of tense silence, and then Bucky, bless his strange mind, smiled and nudged him. "Look, thanks to the serum, I don't really get sick anymore. So as long as the purple menace doesn't lop my head off, you've still got decades before you have to worry about me croaking on you."

Though he appreciated the effort, Loki couldn't quite bring himself to share his love's optimism. After all, what were decades to a being who would live for millennia? Rather than point that out, though, he focused on the other troubling fact: "James, Thanos is dangerous."

"Why, because he kicked your skinny ass?" he teased. "Or, to be more accurate, his minions kicked your skinny ass. Did Thanos actually do anything? How do you know he wants anything nefarious with these magic doohickeys?"

"Because one man amassing ultimate power has never been for the benefit of others, no matter how they delude themselves for the sake of remaining the heroes in their own stories." Giving him a bland look, Loki grumbled, "One would think a World War II veteran would understand that better than most."

Still clinging desperately to his attempt at humor, Bucky shrugged. "Hey, I'm still holding out hope on the kitten theory. You can't deny the world would be a better place if everyone had their own adorable kitty to spoil."

Finally, finally Loki chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll tell you what, darling... Survive what's coming with sanity intact, and I'll get you a kitten myself."

Bucky snorted. "Oh, baby, the sanity ship has sailed. Are you kidding me?"

"The best you can manage, then," he amended with a soft, sad smile. "Just stay close to me, so I can keep you safe."

Watching the other man's expression crumble and all the humor immediately vanish as if it was never there at all, Loki wished he'd never spoken a word.

"No," Bucky told him quietly, but firmly. "I'm sick of constantly being rescued and protected."

"It's not that I think you're weak-"

"Do you remember what I told you when you wanted to stay and fight just so we could be together?"

He did, though he failed to see its relevance. Still, to prove to Bucky that he was paying attention, he dutifully recited his own words back to him. "'You're outside of all this and that's where I need you to stay.' But neither of us is 'outside' of this one-" He was interrupted by his lover snorting and rolling his eyes. "What?"

"Not that part." Shifting position slightly so that he and Loki were facing each other directly without either having to twist, he took the Trickster's soft hands in his own - one rough and callused, the other chilly and unyielding - and reminded him, "'You make me weak. If I see you out there, you'll get me killed.' Well, babe, this time neither of us gets to walk away, so we both need to be focused on the enemy, not each other. Don't waste energy trying to protect me. Having to protect Eira got you both captured. When the war comes, just fight it, and trust that I can look out for myself."

That was a terrifying proposition. Enhanced by mad science or not, Bucky was still only human. The thought of him standing alone and fighting Thanos or one of his psychotic minions with no powers was enough to make Loki sick to his stomach. Perhaps it would be best to leave Bucky in New Mexico with Darcy and Eira; after all, run-of-the-mill human dangers didn't simply vanish because a bigger threat loomed. They would need someone to look after them, as well, and Bucky could certainly handle some random thug looking to cause trouble.

He opened his mouth to suggest it, but his thoughts must have been showing on his face. A metal hand clamped over his mouth before he could utter a sound and Bucky snapped, "You're not sidelining me. Purple Space Hitler calls for all hands on deck, so deal with it."

With a sigh, Loki batted his hand away and shook his head. "You really are the most stubborn creature, James."

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my escape (disney’s descendants x marvel crossover) i - nightmares

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A/N: yay this is the first chapter of my escape! 

Series summary: Astrid Lokisdottir (OC) grew up on the Isle of the Lost with her father, Loki Odinson. Plagued by nightmares, she’s presented with an escape plan and memories of a woman, memories which aren’t hers.

Series warnings: swearing, mean Loki, kidnapping, I’m not following canon timelines, all characters except for Astrid are not mine, Loki is kind of OOC, the story focuses more on (spoiler alert lmao) Astrid and mother!reader’s relationship

character relationships if that’s a thing: Astrid x Harry Hook, Astrid x dad! Loki, Loki x wife! reader, Astrid x mom! reader, goddess of hysteria! reader

      “My daughter, Heimdall! Where is she?” a woman’s voice shakily demanded, hysteria setting in. The woman appeared as though she’d been through Hel. Her h/c hair was in unbrushed knots, her green gown dirtied and fraying at the edges, her nails caked with what appeared to be a mixture of blood and dirt. Her face, however, was a blur.

      “I don’t know, your highness. Your husband, he took her from the cradle and they were gone,” a deep male voice followed the woman’s. A brown-skinned man appeared in front of her, his thick brows furrowing in concern.

      “Track them down, fool! My offspring, my child, my daughter, she’s out there and I’m not with her. I can’t protect her,” the woman sobbed, her knees dropping to the floor as she buried her face in her palms as heavy sobs painfully racked through her body.

      “I-I can’t,” the man shook his head, disappointed with himself. His glowing golden eyes lost their luster as he cast his sight upon the broken shell of a woman breaking further in front of him.

      “If you can’t find them, what makes your life worth sparing, huh? I thought you, oh great keeper of the Bifrost, could see everything and anything in the universe!” the woman pulled a sword from the wall, gripping it harshly and pointing it at the man.

      “Guards, cease her!” a third voice cut in. Three sets of arms dragged the struggling woman away. She kicked and screamed, yet to no avail. She could not break free from their iron grips. She let out a crazed scream, then came silence.

       That was where the nightmare always ended. Astrid found herself stirring awake, dream fresh in her mind. She had no clue to why the dream repeated itself, embedding itself into her brain. She could remember everything about her dream in excruciating detail; from the paintings on the wall to the way the woman’s screams echoed.

       She could remember everything yet she could never seem to remember what the woman looked like. All Astrid could really remember about the woman was the edge of hysteria her voice held with every word, the way her h/c hair matted, and how her elegant green dress had been soiled.

       She buried her face in her palms, the woman’s scream haunting her, even in her waking hours. She shuddered, trying to prepare herself to starting another day on the Isle of the Lost.

       Once she was sure she could move on with the morning, she headed to the showers to get as clean as one possibly could on the Isle of the Lost. She wore a fresh set of clothing and she headed into her father’s bedroom, smiling to herself as she gazed upon his peaceful form; a form where he didn’t look quite like a god due to the drool and hair sticking to his face.

       “Father, wake up!” Astrid giggled, jumping onto the rickety bed her father slept on. Loki started to slowly stir awake, setting one of his hands to block out the sunlight—or at least what was supposed to be sunlight—from reaching his eyes.

       “Child, would you be so kind to explain why you’re waking me at this ungodly hour?” Loki groaned quietly, rolling over to his side and making space for his daughter. No matter how people knew Loki, he was always so kind and gentle when it came to communicating with his daughter. No matter what she’d done, not once has he raised his voice at her.  

       “I guess I woke up early and felt the need to wake you too,” Astrid shrugged nonchalantly in an attempt to forget the remnants of the nightmare in her head.

       “Child, do you think I was born yesterday?” Loki raised a brow at her, his green eyes piercing into her e/c ones. He could see right through her lies, she knew that.

       “Okay, the nightmare struck again,” Astrid sighed, combing her fingers through her wet black hair nervously. Loki’s face fell, feeling bad for his daughter. If he had his abilities, he would have made sure Astrid never had to deal with the nightmares plaguing her; not repeatedly.  

       “Was there something different about this nightmare of yours?” Loki questioned, frowning as he saw how Astrid scrambled to bring her words together.

       “No, but I did notice something. Something you’ve kept from me since the first time I told you of the night terror,” Astrid spoke solemnly, e/c eyes piercing deeply into Loki’s green ones. Loki gulped, had she learned of the woman in her dreams?

       “And what is it you think I forgot to tell you about?” Loki questioned, keeping a cool demeanor to mask his nervousness.

       “The woman, she called the tall man the keeper of the Bifrost. Remember those tales of Asgard you’d tell me? How the Bifrost can enable travel through realms? What if it’s a sign from Asgard! What if it’s a sign that we could call upon the Bifrost even on the Isle?” Astrid spoke with childish excitement as her eyes went wide with ambition. Her only dream had been to see the golden city; the city where her father grew up in.

       “Stop this foolishness, at once. Astrid Lokisdottir, there is no escape from the Isle of the Lost. If there were, I would have gotten our asses out of here!” Loki yelled in frustration. Astrid was caught by surprise; never had Loki ever used that tone when he talked to her, Not once, not ever. On the spot, she wanted to break down in tears.

       Loki saw the way her face fell as the words left his lips; he saw the hurt in her eyes as he yelled at her. Astrid however, didn’t know he could tell. She knew better than to let any weakness show so she replaced her sad expression with that as an angry one. How dare Loki tell her off for trying to get them off the Isle!

        “I’m heading to Uncle Hades’ place. If it would appease you, your highness, I’m going to look for a non-Asgardian way off this damned rock! I’ll be gone for a while, God of Mischief!” the brunette spat before storming out of her room on the way out before Loki could say anything. His mouth was agape with unsaid apologies as he sighed.

      “You have your mother’s temper,” he smiled sadly.

[darknessisafriend]

Maybe a hc where you’re meeting Joaquin’s sisters and family for the first time and you’re super nervous but everything turns out okay, because after the meeting they all consider you their new sister.

It’s finally here ! ^^ I did a one shot hope you’ll enjoy it :) 

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction inspired by what we see of these people, I do not claim to know them nor to establish this work as the truth about their personal lives, the realities might be completely different.

Welcome to the family

“Hey it’s going to be alright” Joaquin soothed you, caressing your shoulders. You had been silent most of the day, you had been completely in your head imagining different scenarios on how your first meeting with Joaquin’s family would go. And now for the past hour you couldn’t hold still, pacing back and forth in the living room. You took a deep breath, trying to dissipate the ball of anxiety forming in your chest.  

“They’re not gonna bite you, you know…” he added playfully, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I know, I don’t even know why I’m so nervous Joaq, but what if they don’t like me?” you couldn’t help but ask worriedly, the bond Joaquin had with his family was incredibly strong, he would probably choose his family other you.

“Come on, they’ll love you, I’m serious, you’re gonna have fun with Summer, she’s hilarious just like you and I’m sure my mom and Rain will love to talk with you and knowing them they will always invite you wherever they go.” he assured you with an affectionate smile, his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“I love you.” you cooed as you pushed away a rebel strand of hair on his forehead.  

“Love you too baby” he replied softly, sealing his lips with yours in a tender kiss, you put your hand on the back of his head desperately deepening the kiss as if it was your last time kissing him, he encircled his arms around your waist to keep you close.

Suddenly you were both startled by the ringing at the door, they were here, your heartbeat increased, Joaquin gave you a confident smile kissing your temple before placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the door with him.

“Hiiii!!” His family exclaimed with a big joyful grin, taking your boyfriend in their arms, you stood there with a small smile, you were like frozen by your nervousness, you were trying to fight it but it was stronger than you, even though they all looked nice.

“So, this is the woman we’ve heard so much about!” started Rain, her eyes landing on you and before you could say anything, someone jumped on you and hugged you tight, you realized it was Summer, you slowly reciprocated the gesture, relief filling your being at this warm greeting. Joaquin had a big happy grin on his face as he looked at the both of you.

“Damn, you are beautiful, you have the cutest face ever!” she complimented, looking at you in the eyes, before giving you a bit of space to breath.

“Y/N this is my mom and my step-dad.” introduced Joaquin, resting a hand the shoulder of his mom, she had a friendly smile on your face, you swallowed down you had to say something.

“Huh…pleasure to meet you madam, Joaquin talks a lot about you.” you spoke your voice trembling a little, Joaquin slightly blushed at your comment.

“I’m happy to meet you too Y/N and no need to be so formal, call me Heart.” she told you kindly, you nodded almost timidly.  

“Alright, everyone at the table, I’ve cooked some delicious stuff.” Declared your boyfriend, trying to get the attention off of you for a bit, he knew you weren’t comfortable either at being the center of the attention; and it worked, his whole family headed excitedly to the living room, Joaquin waited for them to be away and redirected his gaze on you, he approached you with an affectionate smile.

“So, what do you think?” he asked you discreetly, you took a deep breath to evacuate the anxiety you had felt.

“Less awkward than I expected…” you answered jokingly making Joaquin laugh “no, I’m feeling better, really, looks like a good night is on the way.” You added giving him a quick peck on the lips to give yourself some courage before heading to the living room with him.  

And you were right, the night went very well, his family did everything to make you comfortable and feel welcome. And Joaquin was right too, you were getting along so well with Summer, the two of you ended up goofing around, then after dinner, you settled with the two sisters on the sofa having a passionate debate about some of Joaquin characters.

“I know right! This guy is such a bastard but he does some good things too like I felt so conflicted that it had me upset, like is there something wrong with me?!” you explained enthusiastically.

“You’re not alone in this one, I totally know what you mean.” added Rain, briefly placing her hand on your forearm.  

“What? Still talking about this movie?” asked Joaquin with a playful smile as he joined you, sitting close to you, putting his arms around your shoulders, you snuggled closer to him, even if you were pretty comfortable with his family now, his contact truly relaxed you like a protective shell.

“Well yeah!” exclaimed Summer with passion, making everyone laugh.  

The night finally came to an end, you didn’t say it out loud but you were having such a good time that you didn’t want them to leave.

“Don’t wanna sound weird but you’re kinda like our sister now!” beamed Summer as she kissed your cheek, before putting on your coat.  

“Oh, come on that makes it weird!” chortled Joaquin, while hugging Rain; his mother come to you, she wore a happy smile, she caressed your cheek with affection.

“Welcome to our family Y/N” you didn’t think hearing this would make you feel so good, a radiant smile appeared on your face and you couldn’t help but throw your arms around her to hug her tight. The rest of the family cheered at the scene.

“Group hug!” called Joaquin playfully, and to this the rest of the family threw themselves on you to hug you as well and Joaquin too, you felt his lips land on your head, you felt like your heart was going to explode with happiness.  

After this they left, leaving alone with your boyfriend. You slide into his arms, burying your head in the crook of his neck, sighing happily as you felt his warmth wrap around your body, one of his hand went to play with your hair.

“That’s was great…” you breathed against the skin of his neck.

“And that makes me so happy to see you getting along with them” smiled Joaquin has he planted tender kisses on your neck, he was truly blessed with the love of his family and yours.

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[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Erik Killmonger

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

The Marvel Cinematic Universe has always been able to tell compelling stories with its heroes, but for the longest time the films lacked a key component of any great superhero story: great, compelling villains. Sure, there were enjoyable foes like Ultron and Red Skull and then there was Loki, the poster child for villainy in the early days, but I think at some point we can’t JUST have fun, we need something compelling and engaging too. To quote one of the greatest MCU villains, it should be “perfectly balanced, as all things should be.”

Thankfully, we eventually got those compelling villains. Characters like Zemo, Toomes, and Ghost showcased a level of complexity and depth not really seen in anyone outside Loki, and fun villains like Hela and the Grandmaster were better than ever, with more engaging personalities. Then we got villains who were a blend, like Ego and Mysterio, and don’t even get me started on Thanos. But there is one villain who stands out even among the greatness of these villains, a villain who is one of the few Marvel villains that I would without hesitation call one of the greatest villains of all time: Erik Killmonger.

Killmonger is a character who solidified Marvel’s turning point from weaker villains into villains worthy of high praise. And not only that, he helped to completely redeem his actor, Michael B. Jordan, in the eyes of filmgoers everywhere after a not-so-fantastic previous outing into the superhero movie genre (though starring in Creed probably also helped him out). Killmonger’s story is almost Shakesperean, with a tragic life molding him into the ruthless man he became, a man whose entire motivation is founded on hypocrisy. But it’s these facets and more that make him if not the greatest, but one of the most fascinating characters in the MCU. And yes, I mean characters period.

Motivation/Goals: Erik had a pretty miserable life growing up. His dad was killed by T’Challa’s father for allying himself with Klaue due to wanting to end Wakanda’s isolationist policies after seeing black people disenfranchised in America, and his mom was apparently in jail (and she died there). Erik’s greatest desire is to carry on his father’s work, only on a grander scale: he wants to take the throne of Wakanda for himself and forcibly end their isolationist policies, supplying vibranium tech to black people around the world and giving them the strength to fight back at their oppressors. And, you know, I can’t really fault him in theory, his plan isn’t totally evil…

...but it becomes very clear that the only person Erik really thinks about is himself. He’ll oppress and murder black people if they don’t fall in line with his plans, he doesn’t give a damn about anyone who isn’t black in general, and most tellingly of all: he decides to keep the power of Black Panther to himself, destroying it to keep any future generations from getting it. While there definitely is some truth to his goals and desires, it’s hard to deny that Killmonger is also acting out of vengeance and a lust for power. Unlike most villains who lust for power, he at least has a lot of other things going in to his motivations, which keeps him from being bland like, oh, I don’t know, Malekith.

I think it’s also worth noting that even in the film, the characters point out Erik is still operating like a CIA wetworker, dismantling and destroying governments while masking his motives under the guise of rebellious ideology. The thing here is that he’s not working for anyone who’s going to swoop in and scoop up the assets from the ruins of the places he’s destroying – he’s the master, and all he is doing is leaving behind chaos, destruction, and death for nothing. His own goals are not truly helped by a lot of his actions, especially not when he decides to eschew Wakandan traditions in the third act, which helps lead to his downfall.

Performance: Michael B. Jordan is a very talented man, which anyone would be able to tell you provided they had watched Chronicle and sat out F4ntastic. Unfortunately, the latter managed to stick in most people’s minds since it ruined the career of Chronicle’s director and basically garnered a lot of vitriol for everyone involved, so it was going to be an uphill battle for Jordan with this film.

Boy did he win the crowd here.

Jordan manages to make Killmonger everything you would want to see in a villain. He’s cunning, he’s dangerous, he’s charismatic, he’s pretty damn hot (Did you SEE him with his shirt off?!). It’s to the point where despite the incredibly embarrassing CGI cat fight at the end between him and T’Challa, Jordan manages to turn Killmonger’s death scene into a poignant and emotional moment that ends up deeply affecting T’Challa as a character and setting the stage for his character growth to the point where you can almost forget that you spent the last ten minutes watching a PS3 cutscene.

Final Fate: For a comic book movie villain, there is about a 10% chance you will make it out of any given superhero movie alive. Killmonger does not fall into that 10%; thankfully, he does get a poignant sendoff, where he gets to watch the sun set on Wakanda (both figuratively and literally, considering T’Challa’s actions in the ending) and deliver one last line clinging to his ideology to his dying breath. Maybe he was just playing a bit to mask his own egotism, but you have to give props to a man who stays steadfast and defiant even to the end. Even when offered the chance to be saved, he chooses to go out on his own terms.

Best Scene: I can hardly narrow it down to one scene, because Killmonger basically steals the show whenever he’s onscreen. But his cold-blooded murder of his own girlfriend when she became a liability to his plans, followed up by executing Klaue and delivering his corpse to Wakanda? That’s just ice cold. Most villains wish they could get the lengths they’d go to established like that.

Best Quote: After going on about the poignancy of his dying words, how could I not put them here? When T’Challa tells Killmonger Wakandan science can save his life following the Video game cuts- er, final battle between the two, Killmonger responds thusly:

“Why? So you can lock me up? Nah. Just bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors who jumped from the ships, 'cause they knew death was better than bondage.”

Final Thoughts & Score: There is just so much to unpack with Killmonger.

I think one of the aspects about Killmonger I like the most is that despite his good intentions, there is an inherent hypocrisy in all he does which, despite valid points and incredibly valid grievances, firmly cements himself as a villain. For all his talk of aiding and liberating his fellow Africans from the opression they face around the world, he feels no remorse in appropriating from them (as he does to that mask at the start of the film, ironically after calling out a museum worker for stealing it) or violently subjugating them and destroying aspects of their way of life as he does when he comes to Wakanda. And his own gripes against white people, while founded in a place of legitimacy, are also filled with hypocrisy on his part, to the point where he actively does everything he rails against the white colonizers for doing, down to even oppressing and harming other non-white racial groups so long as it furthers his desire to turn Wakanda into a power that can oppress all other nations with its technological superiority. Now, usually such rampant hypocrisy would lead to a poor character, or even an idiot – but such is not the case here. His own hypocrisy only serves to make him a richer, more well-rounded character.

Compare him to Thanos. Thanos also had a plan that was inherently flawed, hypocritical, and not rooted in rational thought – and he is widely praised as an excellent character. This is because you are not supposed to agree with a villain, valid as their points or their anger are. But at the same time, their anger and their motives gives you an insight onto who they are and how they operate, a window into how their mind works, and Killmonger’s definitely shows how he is a broken, angry man who was failed by Wakanda and failed by America and has suffered bigotry, racism, and violence all his life. And in his shoes, would you too not be angry? Even with the numerous atrocities he commits and the horrible hypocrisies he wallows in, it’s hard not to feel a bit of pity for a man who could have offered so much, only to give in to hatred.

And the thing with Killmonger is that not only is his anger valid, it ultimately does have ramifications, it ultimately does change the status quo, though maybe not in the way he envisioned. T’Challa realizes in the end that Wakanda failed Killmonger, that Wakanda has been selfish and allowed horrible things to occur to their fellow Africans because they didn’t consider them their people. And so T’Challa opens the borders, decides to share Wakanda’s gifts with the world, and reach out and help disenfranchised black people around the world so that someone like Killmonger never rises up again. What this could mean for the MCU going forward is anyone’s guess, but it definitely shakes up the status quo of Wakanda a fair bit.

I think it’s rather obvious that Killmonger earns himself a 10/10, joining the ranks of Thanos, Mysterio, and Ego at the table of champions. As far as villains go, I’d say he’s probably the deepest and most well-written, though I’d still say it’s arguable if he’s the absolute best. Still, he is certainly a fine metric by which to judge other villains, and if nothing else he will most definitely wash the bad taste of Jordan’s Johnny Storm out of your mouth forever. Killmonger really is what I would consider the gold standard that other villains need to live up to in other comic book movies, and generally speaking, we’ve been getting that recently. Let’s hope that the pace can be continued, and let’s hope whoever T’Challa is fighting in Black Panther 2 can measure up.

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

In Defense of Fat Thor

I not only enjoyed Thor’s portrayal in Endgame, but found it to be a productive and well-developed(/acted, DAMN, Chris Hemsworth) characterization that has been steadily building up across each consecutive movie. Caveat: I do not fault anyone for being skeptical that the directors, etc. had it in them, considering the clunky nature of some of their previous creations, to say nothing of some of their interviews, etc. I am also not 100% surprised to see people maligning Fat Thor, and/or saying they don’t understand his trajectory and/or that they felt some of the humor at his expense took away from the legitimacy of having a fat, depressed, anxious character able to accomplish the same feats as when he had more physical prowess, etc. I disagree with this as well, in part because Fat Thor feels very personal to me, though not exclusively, and at the very least would like to propose a reading of many of the scenes in Endgame that offers a considerably more well-intentioned and good faith portrayal of Thor, with my own caveat that at least the anti-Ragnarok people using Fat Thor to further their agenda that Thor’s characterization sucks because Chris Hemsworth and Taika Waititi spent each day on set shaking Tom Hiddleston down for his lunch money and laughing at their own fart jokes are still wrong, which balances out everything else, because balance is still important, even if Thanos’ fuckboy interpretation of it is ridiculous. Anywho, apologies in advance for how messy this ends up being, I feel like my thoughts are very roundabout right now, but getting it out of my system will really help.

Thor has been ~emotionally fat~ for a while now, folks. As far back as Thor (2011), we see him disassociating, aka spending at least a few moments staring off into space in the midst of dealing with sudden upheaval, often because his angry outbursts have failed to be satisfying or get him what he wants/needs. One of the things that made me so excited to see a physical fallout to this in the MCU is that it actually ties into a bunch of other canons, too, including a recent spell in the comics leading up to the War of the Realms, wherein Odin sort of admits to his own role in breaking Thor, as far back as being “too drunk” to be there for his birth, as well as his being dubbed the God of Thunder because baby Thor used to wail whenever there was a storm, and Odin used to make fun of him for it because you don’t get a #4 Best All-Father coffee cup from your kids for nothing. @thishereanakinguy and I are even reworking parts of our Thorki paper for publication to put forth even more evidence that the pressure on Thor to be the Golden Child was too much, and that he’s been unraveling for a long time.

Again, none of these reactions to turmoil are new for Thor, though it’s fascinating that the conversation between Frigga and Thor in Endgame is largely focused on her assuring her son that it’s okay for him to fail, and/or for him to delegate tasks (there’s a recent comic that’s gone viral where Mister Rogers visits with Thor, and it has a similar bent), or realize that he has to shift his perspective on Who He Is. In part, it’s lowkey hilarious that Frigga, aka “send Loki some soup and some library books he’ll enjoy after our big fight because I still love that little asshole, never mind that he’ll probably receive them after she has been killed omfg,” is so blatantly ignoring Odin’s decrees to basically withhold basic affection from their children so that they’ll toughen up on their own, because fuck that noise. At the same time, Frigga imparts words that Thor (and Loki) should have heard and taken to heart a long time ago, and it’s painful to realize that Thor has felt as though he hasn’t been allowed to express his feelings, but so God damned great that that’s what Frigga hones in on. Notably, Thor isn’t trying to botch his trip to 2013 Asgard, either; he has a panic attack when he and Rocket arrive, and Frigga sneaks up on him because Frigga knows her babies no matter how much they are made of pizza or in Loki’s case magical artifacts. (Sarah read something saying that in households where the Golden Child and Black Sheep co-exist, statistically it’s common for the Golden Child to turn to alcohol and food, whereas the Black Sheep is more likely to turn to drugs/more illicit substances wherein they opt not to feel their feelings as much, and I was really floored by that because that really fits a couple of different scenarios that I’m familiar with for one reason or another.)

SO ANYWAY, we see Thor disassociating in previous movies. In TDW, even Odin comments on Thor’s confused heart, which Thor assures him has nothing to do with Jane Foster, even though it would be very easy for him to pretend he’s not actively thinking about Loki a thousand times a day and spending so much time stalking Heimdall and the broken Bifrost remnants that dude is like holy fuck please talk to your kid or I am going to commit treason again so hard. Thor reaches out to Odin for guidance/arguably comfort once Frigga dies, and his inability to provide either sends Thor immediately to Loki, who at the very least can help him properly realize the revenge he seeks, while also saving Jane. In Ragnarok, we get that great moment where Loki is talking directly to Thor, and Thor simply stares straight ahead; Loki doesn’t seem all that surprised by it either - he and Thor have different triggers and whatnot, but he knows the emo fuck who ends up at his cell in a fucking black poncho and handcuffs isn’t a new creation by any means, and he is into it fwiw. Even stuff like Korg admitting at the end of Ragnarok he carried around Miek’s presumably dead body because he felt so bad that he was dead warrants a little nod of understanding from Thor. Likewise, we see Thor stress-eating a bowl of bread at the beginning of Endgame, before the focus on his weight became a thing. Thor doesn’t run outside to see Tony Stark come home; whenever possible, he’s barely there, even before his five-year hiatus.

The use of well-placed humor in a three-hour sob fest does not seem all that weird to me. Shakespeare does it in all of his tragedies; and to continue this egregious metaphor, a lot of his comedies contain tragic bits, aka loss of family identity, which is arguably something that underpins how good Ragnarok is, as well. Being able to laugh at stuff has always been very important for me personally, though I realize it’s not for everyone. Still, I think there’s an additional caveat with Endgame regarding who the ‘fat jokes’ are coming from, aka arguably all of the Avengers have their own significant traumas to work through even before The Snap, and are also just trying to survive, even if they seem to fare physically better than Thor at this particular point in time. So Tony Stark calls him “Lebowski”; but as soon as the musical cues and Hemsworth’s amazing acting switches over into Thor being triggered by thoughts of all that he’s lost only minutes later, we see Tony, who canonically has major issues with being touched, putting his hand on Thor’s shoulder and allowing himself to be grabbed and held because he knows that is what Thor needs from him. Bruce, too, has to set a boundary for his own personal safety about being grabbed, but still gives in to Thor’s need for physical touch. One of the tragic touchstones of Ragnarok is that Thor doesn’t touch Loki once, even though in the first two Thor films and Avengers 1, he is constantly pawing at him. Thor wants to make a point in Ragnarok that he has decided he must let Loki go if that’s what Loki truly wants, and so he withholds his own instinct for physical contact - which Loki gives back to him, however briefly, in Infinity War by knocking Thor out of the way of Thanos and the Tesseract, to say nothing of how all Thor can do when he arrives at Loki’s corpse is to mewl and cling and bury his head and wait for everything to explode, himself included.

In any case, the other 'fat jokes’ come from Rocket, well established as being caustic in the face of personal tragedy, and having been put in the position even back in Infinity War of sort of making sure Thor keeps going, and Rhodey, who is probably just trying to deal with all these new people hanging around, and the fact that all of the structure in his life pretty much has been upended in a really short amount of time. Regarding Frigga’s “eat a salad” remark, as his mom, she seems to understand how much his physicality comes into play for him, and how devastating it is for him to see how others react to him seeming both physically and emotionally diminished. This is why it’s so powerful for him to still be 'worthy’ of Mjolnir, I think, and why that moment book-ended Frigga’s admonishment. Likewise, we don’t get a suspiciously fast glow-up wherein Thor’s all muscley again. He has to hold his own against Thanos in his current form, and he fucking does. Sometimes, life happens, and you have to respond to it as you are because you don’t have the time or energy to get everything in order first, and so you do the best you can. IMO, Thor did a pretty fucking good job.

I also find it completely understandable that Thor went off with the Guardians at the end of the film. (P.S.: Peter Quill is still absolutely intimidated by Fat Thor.) For one thing, I don’t think he’s going to stop trying to find a way to bring Loki back, regardless of what Clint said about the Soul Stone’s magic not being able to be reversed. For another, Valkyrie deserves her own glow-up into becoming Queen of New Asgard, as much as Sam deserves to be the new Cap. I’m of the mindset that Steve likely wouldn’t have gone back in time to be with Peggy if Tony had lived, and that doing so was him honoring Tony’s legacy by taking the advice that he gives several times in the film to go and live life while you have it. Likewise, as sad as it is for Tony to have died, I’m not sure he would have been able to rest, post-Thanos. You also can’t tell me for a second he hasn’t left all sorts of little messages and trinkets and whatnot around for his loved ones to find, cough AI Tony in Peter’s next suit or something cough.

Overall, I thought Endgame was a good send-off. It was well-acted, well-scripted, beautifully scored (Thor’s Pink Panther-esque theme when he’s trying to explain the Aether is amazeballs, as well as the theme that plays when everybody gets to the battlefield), and really just surprisingly, suspiciously good. I am glad that if we have to see this leg of the MCU end that it did so in such a way as to leave character arcs open to further interpretation, and I’m legitimately excited for a lot of them. While I don’t think everybody is required to be fake-positive all of the time, I do think that in fandom spaces, if one’s sole focus is how disappointing something is all the time, it’s not a productive or soul-enhancing use of one’s energy, and it makes me sad to see it. Nuance is important; the MCU has more of it than it’s given credit for having, and I hope more people realize that as it continues into Phase 4, or at the very least, that they find something they enjoy and keep coming along for the ride.

[crashdevlin]

Civil Warriors- 1: Oversight

Civil Warriors Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version) Part Three of the Red Queen Chronicles!

Summary: Cassie Campbell refuses to sign the Sokovia Accords, but it’s not about pride, it’s about right.

Word Count: 2643

Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC,

Chapter Warnings: tiny bit of angst and some good fluff, foreshadowing the badness

Cassie sat on the couch in her home in Seattle, drinking coffee and reading through the newspaper. "Did you see this, babe? The United Nations drafted up a law in response to the thing that happened in Nigeria."

"Yeah? What's the new law?" Clint called from the bedroom.

"It's pretty fucking oppressive, actually. Basically, superheroes have to answer to them. Go where they say, do what they want. They decide who our villains are and what is acceptable action against them. All known superheroes are expected to sign these Sokovia Accords."

"And if we don't?" Clint walked in, a piece of pizza in his hand. "If we decide to hero without the UN's consent?"

"If we hero, we end up the next ones on the arrest warrant, hunted down by the legit heroes."

Clint took a bite of the pizza and flopped down next to her. "Good thing we're retired."

"I didn't retire. I took a break. I wanted to finish my degree." She slapped the newspaper into his lap. "This is... ridiculous. We can do things that cops can't do, that the military can't do. To dictate when and where we can go to do these things... what happened in Lagos was horrible, but all the people in that building's courtyard would've blown if she hadn't done what she did."

"Some would say that Rumlow wouldn't have activated that bomb if Steve hadn't been there."

"No, he wouldn't have. But if Steve hadn't been there, he would've gotten away with a weaponized disease that would have caused hundreds more deaths in the long-run!"

"You know an awful lot about what happened in Lagos. Have you been heroing vicariously?"

Cassie looked down. "Nat and I have been talking."

Clint sat up straight, turning to her. "You and Nat? Are good, are friends?"

"Yes. We’re good. You remember Pepper took me out for my... '9 months after conception when they took me out of the goo and let me breathe on my own for the first time' day? And we had a girl's day with Maria? Natasha came along, we had some free mimosas, got our nails and hair done. We had fun, decided we actually liked each other. She said I was good enough for you and I think that was all I really needed to hear to let go of my grudge about the cocktease comment."

Clint smiled. "So, you and Nat have been talking about everything that they've been doing? What, you wanna go back?"

"Not yet, but... we might have to."

"What do you mean?" He asked, munching on the pizza again.

"I mean this is gonna tear us apart. There are going to be heroes who find the idea just as oppressive I do, who refuse to be controlled, and they are gonna rebel. This is gonna cause in-fighting and pain."

"Yeah. And we are gonna stay out of that because we're retired."

"Bullshit," Cassie said, standing. "And get the pizza out of the bedroom, Clint. We've talked about this. Lucky gets into it if you leave it where he can-"

"It's in the side table. Lucky can't open drawers, yet."

"I don't want him scratching at the furniture, either, dude. Put the pizza in the fridge."

"I'll put you in the fridge," Clint mumbled, heading for the bedroom.

"Home, sweet home!" she called out.

"Shit! You know I didn't mean it like that," Clint said, walking out of the bedroom with a cardboard pizza box.

"I know. You just don't think before you speak sometimes," Cassie said as her phone started to ring. 'Natasha' shined up at her. "And here we go," she said, picking up the phone from the coffee table and answering it. "Yeah?"

"Is Clint with you?" Natasha asked, her voice serious.

"Of course, he is. He hasn't left since Christmas."

"Put me on speaker. I have to talk to you both."

"About the Accords?" Cassie asked, pressing the button to send the Russian's voice to speaker. "'Cause I'm not signing."

"I'm retired." Clint walked up next to Cassie.

"This is a big deal. You have to, at least, think about it, guys."

"Think about a group of men who've never been in a room with a supervillain telling me when and what I can do about those villains? Do you think those men would have let you guys come after me when I was with Loki? Do you think they would've let you come to rescue me when I was in Austria?"

"Look, we need some oversight. What happened in Lagos-"

"I'm gonna hate myself for using these words, but 'acceptable losses', Nat. Yes, a dozen people died in Lagos, but Rumlow was gonna blow up everyone in the courtyard. The amount of damage done was cut, at least, in half and these are your words. And when you add in the fact that Rumlow almost got away with a biological weapon... but you didn't know that going in. You thought he was going after the police station. You never would have gotten approval to stop him on that partial information. He would have gotten away with it. Hundreds, maybe thousands, would have died."

"Clint... talk some sense into your girl."

Clint shook his head and smiled at the younger woman. "Natasha. You are my best friend and I love you, but... I don't love you enough to go against the Queen."

"Look, I'm gonna tell Ross that you're on the fence. TBD, just like Wanda. Think about it some more."

"No need. This is an oppressive law and there will always be heroes who do the job without permission. If we wanted to be under the command of a government or governments, we'd have joined up with the Army."

"I'm telling Ross you don't have an answer. You have three days. Think about it," Natasha said, before the phone clicked off.

"Well, I really wanted to be retired, but I get the feeling you just signed us up for a war," Clint said, wrapping his arms around her.

"I didn't sign anything."

"And that's the point." Clint pressed his lips to her cheek and squeezed her. "How long, you think, before this blows up in our faces?"

"The Russian said three days, so... we'll get maybe four."

"Okay. So... head to the farm, drop off Lucky with Laura and the kids before our next big issue?"

Cassie nodded and turned to him. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know. We can head out tomorrow, okay?"

"Maybe we'll have time to do something fun with Lila and Cooper before things get bad."

"Ooh, water-skiing. Coop was sayin' he really wanted to give that a try."

"Yeah, but what about Lila?"

"You think she can't water-ski?"

"I think I'm nervous about the water-crash."

"Hey, if Laura goes with it, we can. Come on, we're a circus family. We ain't scared of crashin'."

Cassie laughed. "I love you, circus freak."

"I love you, Frankenstein."

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"Aunt Cassie! Uncle Clint!" Lila ran in as soon as they entered the house. She wrapped her arms around Cassie's middle as Cooper walked in and went for a half hug with Clint.

"Mom and Nate are sleeping."

"Good. Babies and mommies need nappies." Clint laughed. "I don't know why I said it like that."

"Cause you're a dork. And since when am I your aunt, little girl?" Cassie looked down at the little blond girl in her arms.

"Mommy said that the only one she's ever seen Uncle Clint look at the way he looks at you was Aunt Bobbi and he's bound to put a ring on your finger soon."

"Oh, she said that, huh? Gonna have to have a talk with your mommy," Clint grumbled.

"Anyway," Cassie said, pointedly. "Lucky is out in the yard. He's begging for some fetch after that long car ride. You kids up for it?"

The kids ran for the door, excited. "Laura needs to learn to keep her mouth shut."

Cassie turned to him. "Ah, come on. I'm sure it's just more of Lila wanting cousins."

"No. It's Laura... running her big fat mouth," Clint said, putting his hand in his pocket. Cassie's eyes widened as she focused in on the ring box. "I had this whole speech planned, about second chances in life and destinies and stuff, but..."

"Clint... what are you-"

"I can get down on one knee if you want. I mean, that's not really our style, but I can go classic with it, if you-" He smiled, opening the box and bending his left leg. "If that's what it takes to get you to say 'yes' and make me the happiest cliche in the world."

"Don't you dare," Cassie said, pulling him to her and kissing him, her hands burying in his hair.

Clint pulled back and brought the ring up to her face. "It's white gold. Diamonds and sapphire inlay so you can still punch people. I know you don't think you were born, but September birthday, sapphires."

"I don't care about the ring, Clint," she breathed out.

"Yeah, I get that, what with you not looking at it, at all. Also worrisome, you haven't said 'yes', yet."

"Clint, you could have tied a string around my finger and I would have said 'yes'." She laughed. "I'm saying 'yes', Clint."

His lips crashed onto hers again as she grabbed the ring box from his hand. "About damn time. He's had that ring for two months," Laura said, walking into the living room. "So, this is how you do it, Clint? What happened to candles and a string quartet and all those reasons you gave for holding off for the last couple months?"

"Yeah, well, that's how I was gonna do it. I was even gonna ask Tony for his blessing as a funny take on the fact that he's more of a father to you than, you know, anyone else. And I kinda got Phil's blessing at Christmas, like he said there wouldn't be an issue." He shook his head. "But then a Hydra agent decided to blow himself up in Nigeria, the UN decided to make our friends sign up to be international mall cops on their payroll, which fractured us and... shit's gonna hit the fan soon and I wanted to know that, that you're with me through all of it."

"Of course, I am," Cassie said, slipping the ring on her left ring finger. She chuckled in surprise. "It fits."

"Yeah. I measured your finger in your sleep."

"If that weren't so adorable, it'd be creepy. I love you, Clint. I can't wait to be 'Cassie Barton'."

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"Oh. That's not good," Cassie muttered, as the news played.

"A bomb hidden in a news van blew up in front of the UN building in Vienna. More than seventy people have been injured, at least twelve are dead, including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of the suspect, who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, the infamous Hydra agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations. They're urging anyone with information to contact authorities."

"Clint!" Cassie called. Clint walked in from the kids' play room, a hammer in his hand. "We were discussing four days 'til excrement/fan collaboration? I was wrong." She hit rewind on the DVR and replayed the news.

"Shit. Bucky, that's... that's Steve's bestie, right?"

"Bucky was Steve's Nat. They took care of each other, since they were in school together. Bucky got grabbed by Hydra and brainwashed into being an assassin for them. Steve didn't sign, but there is no way he's gonna sit back and let this shit happen. No way he lets anyone else bring Bucky in," Cassie answered, leaning forward to grab her phone. She dialed Steve and waited. "You're about to do something stupid, aren't you?"

Steve chuckled. "It's only stupid if I get caught."

"What're the consequences if you do get caught? 'Cause I got the feeling the consequence is jail time. Captain America in jail, just seems wrong."

"Like I said... consequences are for if I get caught. If I don't, then I can bring Bucky in with minimal damage."

"Steve, when have we ever done anything with 'minimal damage'? That's the reason the Accords exist."

"I'm going to bring him in... even if someone has to arrest me for doing it."

"Look..." Cassie spun her ring on her finger. "You know Clint and I didn't sign, right? You know, if you need us, we're here."

"Well, I've got Sam on location with me. He's already... pretty much agreed to put himself on the line with me for this. But, thanks. I appreciate it. Oh, and, um, congratulations. I heard about-"

"Nat's got a big mouth. Thanks, but this isn't really the time, is it? Bigger things, that's why I didn't announce it like I'm sure a bride-to-be is supposed to." Clint smiled at her, taking her left hand in his and kissing the back of it.

"Well, I thought you were retired. This stuff shouldn't have anything to do with you."

"Come on. I went on hiatus, fully intended on coming back after graduation. Clint retired, not me. And he's not very good at being retired, either. Listen, Steve, seriously. Be careful. I don't want to have to come visit you with a piece of superhero-proof glass between us."

"I'll keep that in mind, Cass. Enjoy your... retirement."

"Not retired."

"Well, maybe you should be. I'll call you after... if I can."

"Right. Be careful."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oi, old man. Don't 'ma'am' me."

Steve chuckled again. "I'm gonna miss being an Avenger with you."

"Sometimes, Steve, the end of one thing is the beginning of everything else."

"I'll keep that in mind. I'll call."

"You better." Cassie pulled the phone away from her head and looked at her fiance. "I think we should get our shit together. Just in case. Steve thinks he's got it pretty well in hand, but I wanna be able to hop on a plane to Europe as soon as he calls."

"Of course. I do want to try to take the kids out on the lake, though."

Cassie giggled as Cooper and Lila could be heard in the play room jumping for joy. "Water-ski! Water-ski!"

"We'll go tomorrow morning. Today, let's go out to eat. We'll mall it up today." She lowered her voice and sighed. "I need a bag so I can bring the staff along with me."

"Oh, you're gonna let the Berserker come to play?" Clint's voice was apprehensive.

"I... want that option. I mean, against a suit of armor or two... Berserker strength might be a good..."

"You're pretty strong without the-"

"Clint... I know what it does to me and it scares me, too, babe, but... Sif and Thor think I'm strong enough to deal and... I've come back from it."

"But... you slept half the day after last time and you only had it in your hands for ten minutes, and... you had some-"

"Anger issues after. I remember. It's a Berserker staff. It's not a 'cuddly, happy memories' staff."

"Well, I'd rather you fight with a regular staff. I've got that bow that turns into a bo."

"That joke wasn't funny the first time I heard it, and it isn't funny now." She ran her hand down his face, lovingly. "It'll be okay. It's adrenaline. Massive amounts of adrenaline and my body can take that."

"What about your mind? It pulls out all your worst memories and uses them as fuel for that adrenaline."

"I don't want to talk about this, anymore, Clint. I'm taking the staff. I need a long locking box or suitcase so that no one else can touch the thing."

"When this messes you up, Cassie, I'm not gonna hold back with the 'I told you so's."

"Noted, Hawk."

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ghouls | {t.h.}

a/n: :) this is for @loki-the-fox ‘s Halloween Writing Challenge!!! <3

warnings: flangst? is that a word? also, cussing (hi I’m an aggressively positive yet assertive with cussing)

summary: ghosts and demons still haunt you, ghouls pull you astray. but down the stairs comes your tommy boy, and he’s here to stay.

Another Halloween spent alone, you thought as you dipped your spoon into your bowl of whipped cream. Tom’s always gone around the fall, never falling short of leaving before Halloween. Why such a scary day to be so excited about?

It’s your favorite holiday and the day you and Tom got together two years ago. Usually, you’d go trick o’ treating with friends but tonight, you wanted to be alone. You could say that about all days, really. Any day without Tom is a day you wanted to be alone, but you always forced yourself to go out with friends. Tom always wants you to be social, but when he isn’t around to cheer you up, what the point of being negative all day around other people?

You sigh, eating another spoonful of whipped cream. You didn’t really like pumpkin pie so you ate the whipped cream instead; it was better than eating your mom’s pumpkin pie because let’s be honest, it’s less than stellar. You were going to spend Halloween with your two year old niece, but your sister told you that she was getting sick. So, you figured that staying home was your best option. You had whipped cream, candy galore, and horror movies to keep the aching feeling of loneliness at bay, where you hoped it would stay.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, and looked down, seeing your favorite picture of Tom (he was smiling so happily into the camera at a restaurant, you couldn’t resist taking a picture). Your mood suddenly perks up a bit, seeing that it was almost five in the afternoon and he hadn’t called you all day. You slide your finger across the screen then place it against your ear.

“Baby!” Tom giggled, and you smiled.

“Tommy!” you spoke happily back, as you put the spoon back into the bowl.

“Happy anniversary, darling. I hope you’re having a wonderful day.” His voice was so happy and gleeful, you wanted to pull him through the phone so you could kiss him.

You smiled. “It’s going better now that I’ve talked to you, happy anniversary, Tommy boy. Wish I could’ve sent you something, your manager said that you wouldn’t be able to get it.”

He sighed, but he then giggled again. “Did you get my present?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You had gotten home an hour ago from the office. “Your present?”

“Did Harrison not call you?”

“No?” You snatched the spoon from the plastic bowl before you clicked on its lid, and you started towards the fridge. “Was he supposed to?”

“Well, yeah, he was supposed to call you when he dropped it off. It’s special.” He spoke softly, and you sighed. You figured it was going to be a prank of some sort, knowing Tom.

You opened the fridge and placed the whipped cream on the top shelf before closing the door. “Is it now?”

“Yep!” He giggled even more. “Oh, he just texted me. He said it’s in the bedroom. Big ol’ box, can’t miss it, he said.”

“Jesus, Thomas, if this is a prank I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

Tom laughed again. “No no, it’s not a prank, darling. Just an anniversary gift for my sweetheart.”

“Whatever, you dolt. You’re gonna prank me because it’s Halloween.” You grumble, as you started towards the staircase. Your eyes darted to the pictures that hung on the wall, and you noticed it again. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “Babe, I’ll call you back when I find it.”

“What? Why-” You quickly ended the call as you walked up a few more steps to one of your favorite pictures on the wall. Your eyebrows furrowed as you slid your phone into your pocket. This picture wasn’t on the wall two days ago, you thought, as you pulled it from the wall. You gazed down to it, and something in your stomach hit you, the feeling of nausea came up.

On the glass and frame were three large claw marks that you noticed before; the picture was of the time you and Tom danced at your sister’s wedding before you two were dating. It was special because it was the first time you had ever met Tom, and it was one of the times where you knew you had found the one.

“What the actual Hell is going on? This has happened three times now.” Your voice was harsh, as you started down the stairs. You walked towards the dining table and you placed it down on the surface. The claw marks looked deep and were definitely from an animal.

“Just like the rest of them.” You mumbled, as you turned the frame over and began to move the little locks away from the inside of the frame. This happens every single time Tom is away, he has never witnessed it. You’ve had to throw away frames, glass, and family pictures and you had no idea what was happening. You were convinced that the house was cursed, and you had no doubt about it at this point. But you’ve learned to live with it; no poltergeists have come crawling out of your TV yet, and anything that has no family ties hasn’t been touched. It was strange, it wasn’t like anything you read about the ghost getting angrier and angrier to the point that the person’s almost killed, it was like this child that liked one thing and one thing only: to scratch up your prized possessions. “Whatever, I’ll deal with this later.”

You move away from the frame and back towards the stairs, your body was shaking but you didn’t notice; the claw marks were normal now, even if they were terrifying. Your feet were light on the staircase, as you reached the landing. You turn to the right, and you begin down that hallway, looking at every picture to make sure that they weren’t damaged. Your stomach was knotting even tighter, you didn’t notice that your hands were shaking. Not only did sentimental things get damaged, you would wake up to footsteps in the halls. It’s an old house, you hear things but it takes pressure for wood to creak.

A familiar song began to play in your head, trying to distract you from the aching feeling of being watched as you walked slowly towards your bedroom.

“God knows I tried, God knows I tried,” Your mind hummed, as chills were sent up your spine. You forgot how much you hated being here alone; you felt like you were in one of those demonic houses in Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural. Your hand gripped the doorknob when you arrived at your bedroom door, and you saw the massive box Tom was talking about. Relief set into your bones as you walk forwards and looked at the massive box that was wrapped in pink wrapping paper and a gold bow, a smile tugging at your lips.

The box was as wide as a car, half the length, and half the height, and you knew immediately it was the massive bean bag you’ve wanted for weeks. Your hand grabbed your phone that was in your pocket, and you quickly dialed Tom.

It only took two rings for him to answer, and a giggle escaped your lips.

“You better not have gotten me what I think you did.” You mumbled as you pressed your phone to your shoulder with your head as you walked forwards, grabbing the bow and untying it.

“Maybe.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes as you tore away the paper, a massive box was left. You unfolded the box and you smiled. Your guess was right: a massive (Y/F/C) beanbag sat there. “Thomas Holland, I love you so much I might fly out there and strangle you.”

“You don’t have to, babe.” He commented, and you shake your head.

“Now I have to come see you! I’m going crazy in this house without you, Tommy.” Your hands grabbed the beanbag and you began to pull it out of it containment. Once it was over the side and out of the box, you threw the beanbag on the floor behind you. You turned and smiled, your heart warming up. “Thank you so much, baby. Happy anniversary, Tommy Boy.”

“Did you see the other thing?” His voice was hushed now, and your eyebrows furrowed.

“I swear to God-“ You spun on your heel, and your jaw dropped, so did your phone. Your heart practically stopped.

“Hello, darling.” Tom’s curly hair and bright smile made you want to explode, but your smile got even bigger when you lurched forwards and hugged him with a bone-crushing force. Your face was buried in the small of his neck, your arms around his chest as tight as you could as tears escaped your eyes. You thanked God that he was home for your anniversary; for him banishing that poltergeist that seems to have infested your home. “Darling, what’s wrong-“

“You’re home, you’re home…” You blubbered, your terror had left your body the second you made contact with him. You hated being alone here, you hated being without him for five months. You hated the damn ghost that seemed to follow you like a damn puppy.

Tom hugged you back immediately, his face buried into your hair. He missed this house and he missed you; he hated being anywhere without you, it killed him. “Oh, darling…”

You were shaking, you couldn’t tell if you were excited about Tom being home or terrified of the things you saw less than five minutes ago. “Don’t leave me here, please, don’t ever leave me here again.”

You pulled your face away from your boyfriend reluctantly, and he did the same, but he kept the soft grip on your hips just as they were. His smile dropped when he saw your tears, his eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N?”

“I’m going crazy, there’s something in this house, I’m going crazy, don’t leave.” You rambled and Tom shook his head.

“There isn’t anything in this house, darling.” “We have a fucking poltergeist in this house and I swear to GOD if you don’t get rid of it-”

Tom stopped your little angry outburst with a kiss, and you melted in his arms once again. His hand was now placed on the back of your head as he pulled his lips away form yours, and he pushed your head to his shoulder. “There’s no ghost, baby. It was just Haz messing with you.”

“For an entire year?!” You practically screeched, and you tore away from Tom, anger bubbling in your stomach. You grabbed your phone from the floor as Tom began to laugh, and you dialed Harrison’s number faster than the speed of light.

“Hello?”

“HARRISON JAMES OSTERFIELD, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

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[thetransparentpeople]

Spiderman: Core Fore (Part 3)

“Anything good happen last night?” Ned asked as Peter got his textbooks from his locker the next day at lunch. “I stopped a car thief,” Peter answered. But they both know that this was nothing compared to the Vulture that he’d faced a few months ago. “When are we going to get another badass evil villain in this town?” Ned muttered and Peter looked at him with confusion. “You want another Vulture?” “Well something new would be preferable. Maybe we’ll get another god of evil like that Loki guy. Dude, that’d be so cool.” Peter slammed his locker shut. “For you maybe, you wouldn’t have to fight him.” “Who’s Parker fighting? My money’s on the other guy,” MJ appeared out of nowhere as she had a habit of doing. Peter rolled his eyes as Ned and MJ discussed Peter’s chances in a fight. Sometimes he wished MJ knew about Spiderman just to shut her up.

The three friends headed for the cafeteria, going to their usual table where MJ sat down and immediately opened her newest book. Peter was about to take a bite of his sandwich when he heard the familiar voice of Flash Thompson. “Hey Parker! I heard you’re finally quitting decathlon. What’s wrong? You couldn’t keep up?” “Peter isn’t quitting Flash,” Ned shot back at him before turning to Peter, “He’s just mad because Mr. Harrington still has him as an alternate.” “It’s all politics Ned,” Flash was getting red in the face, “If Peter’s girlfriend here wasn’t the captain of the team I would’ve taken his spot weeks ago.” “Oh no no, MJ and I aren’t together,” Peter started blushing, “I mean not that I wouldn’t date-I mean she’s pretty and everything but we’re-I mean she’s-” Peter saw that MJ was looking up at him with amusement and he blushed an even brighter red. “We’re friends,” he finally got out, “Just friends.” “Dude that was embarrassing,” Ned said after a moment of awkward silence, and Peter buried his head in his arms. How could he be so impossibly awkward sometimes? Flash enjoyed it though, he had a fresh smirk on his face as he turned to walk away. “Watch your back Parker. I’m coming for you.”

As soon as he left MJ started up with her teasing. “That was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched Ned try to talk to Gwen Stacy before.” The mention of her name brought Peter out of his cloud of embarrassment. “When were you talking to Gwen Stacy?” Peter asked, turning to his friend who was now staring down at his mashed potatoes like they were a new star wars collectible he’d never seen before. “I wasn’t,” he mumbled. “He never actually got to her,” MJ quipped taking a chicken nugget from Ned’s plate, “He panicked last minute and pretended to be opening a locker that wasn’t his.” “Thank you MJ,” Ned grabbed a fry from her plate in retaliation but she just nodded back with a smug smile. “I didn’t know you liked Gwen,” Peter’s attention was still on his friend and this new information. “I don’t like Gwen, god don’t start spreading that,” he looked around in panic as if someone was listening to their conversation, the conversation of three of the least popular people at the school. “I just wanted to say sorry about her mom,” Ned continued at whisper despite the lack of people around them, “Anyways it doesn’t matter, she didn’t even see me she was surrounded by her friends.” Peter nodded knowingly, Liz had been impossible to talk to in school she was constantly surrounded by admirers. He’d never even tried talking to Gwen other than brief interactions in class but he imagined it couldn’t be easy for a loser like him or Ned. “You could go talk to her now,” Peter suggested, searching her out in the usual crowd that she sat with. “She’s not here,” MJ announced simply as if this was common knowledge, “She hasn’t been at lunch the past few days.” The boys looked at her questioningly to which she simply replied, “I’m observant.”

When the bell rang to signal the end of lunch MJ followed Peter to his locker, strange behavior on her part. “Listen, are you coming back to decathlon?” Peter wasn’t expecting the blunt questioning. “Umm-” “It’s not that I care if you do or not but Mr. Harrington is about to replace you so if you do want to be on the team you should start coming to practice.” “Umm yeah. Yeah, I’ll uh be there today,” he was put off by MJ’s earnestness, but just as soon as it had come it was gone. “Yeah we’ll see,” she said shrugging and disappearing into the crowd before Peter could say anything else. He couldn’t say what it was but something about MJ’s voice a few moments before made him not want to let her down.

Peter made it to decathlon after school that day and he noticed what he thought was a smile in MJ’s eyes when he walked through the door. “Look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Flash said from his spot on the stage where the tables were set up. Mr. Harrington saw Peter and smiled, “Peter! We’ve missed you!” “Yeah I uhh missed you guys too,” Peter answered. “You can take Flash’s spot on the stage,” Mr. Harrington said inciting a lot of whining from Flash before he finally got up from his spot and gave it up to Peter with a glare that was so classic Flash that it almost made Peter smile, which would’ve been bad as Flash would think he’d been laughing at him. Which Peter wasn’t. Ned sat next to Peter and together they took questions with the rest of the team for the next hour and a half.

After practice Peter headed back to his locker to gather the rest of his things. The halls were empty so Peter was surprised when he turned the corner and found Gwen standing in front of her own open locker, without another person in sight. Peter still felt guilty for eavesdropping on her conversation the night before. His first instinct was to pretend like she wasn’t there. He gathered his stuff slowly, glancing over at her every once in a while. She hadn’t moved since he’d gotten there, she was just staring at the locker blankly. Peter was about to walk away but the way she hadn’t moved was seriously starting to freak him out.

“Umm Gwen?” Gwen jumped at the sound of Peter’s voice. She must’ve been pretty out of it if she hadn’t even noticed Peter slamming his locker a few moments ago. “Are you okay?” Peter found himself walking towards her, the opposite direction of the exit where the city was waiting for Spiderman to help them. “Yeah I’m fine,” she answered quickly as her cheeks bloomed red in embarrassment, “I just can’t find my damn geometry textbook.” Peter was now standing next to her and was looking at her with worry, a look that Gwen had gotten used to in the past couple of weeks. “It’s uh, right here,” He said as he pulled out the textbook that had been right in front of her the entire time. “Right, yeah. Thanks,” She took the book from Peter’s hands and Peter noticed a slight tremor in them. “Listen Gwen, I’m really sorry about your mom.” He’d said the wrong thing. He could tell by the way that she plastered a fake smile on her face and said thank you in a voice that lacked any sort of sincerity.

“Right, well I’ll uh see you around,” Peter started to retreat towards the doorway, ready to chalk the interaction up as a meaningless encounter. He was halfway down the hall when Gwen called out his name. He turned and watched as she walked towards him in a way that reminded him of a skittish kitten. “Are you busy right now?” The one thing Peter had not been expecting to hear. “Umm right now, I uhh-” “I could use help catching up in chemistry and you’re kind of a genius at that stuff,” she said with a warm smile that was a refreshing change from the foggy stare she’d been wearing lately. He desperately wanted to say yes, but he’d already wasted time at decathlon when he should’ve been out keeping the city safe. “I really wish I could-” he began to say but Gwen cut him off. “I’ll buy you a coffee. I get an employee discount,” her smile didn’t fade but he could see a slight bit of panic in her eyes that he didn’t like. There was a pause as Peter tried to decide who needed more help, they city or Gwen Stacy. “Please?” her green eyes were filled with pleading. “Yeah, okay,” Peter conceded. The city had Mr. Stark. And the police. Nothing horrible would happen if he took off a night. Beside, it wasn’t everyday that you get invited for coffee with Gwen Stacy.  

Part 2: http://thetransparentpeople.tumblr.com/post/173450464718/spiderman-core-four-part-2

Part 1: http://thetransparentpeople.tumblr.com/post/173280252963/spiderman-core-four-part-1

[royalbluehues]

May I request 18 with Loki pls😊

I was hoping someone would request this one.

I hate Alka Seltzer with a freaking passion but it’s the only medicine I buy. So all y’all are living vicariously through me in this fic. 

Fun fact about me: My mom will literally chew on these just for fun.

Title: Hell in a Tablet.

You were resting your chin on the kitchen counter top, congested, tired, and angry with the world. You had swaddled yourself in a blanket, nearly pulled over your eyebrows.

A cold hand from behind you touched your forehead, pressing on you a few times before pulling back. “Darling, you’re burning up.” Loki commented softly, leaning beside you to look down at you. You sighed, closing your eyes and tilted your head so that you cheek would press against the coolness of the counter.

You had to cancel your plans with Loki; you were going to go take him on a surprise drive to see the stars. “I know.” You moaned, tiredly looking up at him.

You closed your eyes for a moment, knowing that you should probably go to bed and rest, but you really didn’t want to move from your spot.

The sound of glass gently hitting a spot near you made you open your eyes, and in front of you sat the devil himself.

The blue packet of dissolving tablets stared back at you, silently mocking at your misery. You groaned, pushing the packet so far away from you that it nearly fell from the table before Loki caught it. “It will help you feel better.”

You shook your head. “I know. But Alka Seltzer makes me vomit.”

You hated the damn thing, you really did. And you dreaded getting sick because you knew eventually it would cure you if you continued drinking it- which is why you even bought the damned medicine. It was always in your cabinets when you were younger, and you would always crinkle your nose in disgust when you saw it.

“It’s not that bad. Stop acting like a child and take it.” Loki scolded, placing the packet of seltzers in front of you once more. “It’s flavorless really.”

You crinkle your nose, “Not to me it isn’t. It tastes salty and I don’t like the fizz.”

With a sigh, you opened the packet, taking both round seltzers and dumping it into the water, watching as the the water began fizzing on impact.

You took the glass, a slight shiver running through you, swirled the glass a bit, took a breath, screwed your eyes, and chugged.

You had to drink it while it was still fizzing, because your mother had convinced you that it would work better if you did so. It was so salty, and you grimaced, pulling the glass back with puffed cheeks. You started gagging with your mouth closed, and Loki watched you with bewilderment.

“Well drink the damn thing- don’t just let it- swallow it.” Loki hissed, watching as you began fanning yourself with both hands as your eyes watered.

You finally allowed the fizzed water to go down, gagging out loud as you looked at him in distress.

“Are you really going to belch? Calm down!” He bellowed, watching as you got up to start jumping to take your mind off of it.

“It’s awful!” You whined, reaching over to lift the glass to your eyes. There was a quarter of it left- just a bit more, and then the hell would be over. You took in a deep breath once more, swinging your head back to drink the remnants, screwing your eyes tightly as the actual powder that had yet to dissolve touched your tongue.

You thrusted the glass into the god’s hands, burying your face into yours, puckering your face in disgust. “It’s finished. I’m done. I want to sue that company for making it taste so awful, but reward it for making me feel better.”

“You are the most dramatic person I know apart from myself.”

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Loki Imagine, Illusions - Chapter 1

(prologue)

Your P.O.V.

It was finally time to move out of the nest. After 23 long years of living at home, I would become more independent and get my own place. It was bittersweet. I would miss being at home but I would also love to start my own life. The reason I would finally move away was my new job. I had graduated with good papers and it helped me to get the job place. I would work as a personal assistant at a nearby office.The pay would also be good and hopefully, I could get promoted quickly.  A lot of emotions were mixed inside me.

''Hey! Geroge help me!'' I yelled at my big brother. There was a lot of stuff I had to pack and I wouldn't do it all by myself. I heard footsteps approaching and that's how I knew he was coming. ''What's up?'' He asked me and jumped over a cardboard box. George had dark brown hair in a man-bun and his eyes were blue. He was quite the charm, which was annoying at times. He was always super popular in school and he had a lot of friends and girls around him because he played football, as I was the strange quiet girl who read books all alone. I had only dated once and the guy was a total asshole who tried to get in my pants. Luckily George had my back if anyone ever bullied me. Not many knew about this but once George found out about my ex, he got into a fight with him. Not that I support violence but that time was rightful.

''Could you please help me pack? The moving car is here soon and I can't possibly get everything in these boxes alone'' I pouted at him and hoped he could help. ''Sure'' He smiled, happy to help. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Our parents stood there with concerned looks on their faces. ''Y/N, we should talk'' My mom Alishia said quietly, almost sadly. It worried me immediately. ''George, you should come too'' Our dad Jonathan said to my brother. We shared concerned looks as we walked out of my bedroom.

Our parents led us to the kitchen where we sat around the roundtable. By now, my heart was beating hard against my chest. Was someone sick? Had someone died? I looked into my mother's glossy blue eyes. ''We know this isn't the perfect moment to tell you this but we felt like we had to do this'' She sighed and then grabbed my hands. I glanced at my brother who looked like he realised what was going on. It just filled me with fear.

''What's wrong, mom?'' I whispered, suddenly feeling small. Dad gulped and grabbed my hand as well. I wasn't sure what was going on but tears stung my eyes. ''Just remember that we love you endlessly and this won't change anything'' Dad spoke up and looked me straight in the eye. I had a small hunch of where this was going. It made my gut twist because I didn't want to hear it. I really didn't want to hear anything.

''Y/N, you're..you're adopted'' My mother was the one to spill the truth. Those words changed everything. The air around me felt cold and goosebumps covered my skin. I could feel how my heart dropped in my chest and everything felt unreal. I was speechless and that shock made me angry. It's like I couldn't melt those words into my brain.

I was adopted.

Adopted!

''Y/N, are you okay?'' George asked me, breaking the awkward silence. My head snapped to look at him and I pulled my hands away from my parents, or whatever I could call them. Then I stood up and let the chair fall on the floor. I was furious!

''Are you fucking kidding me?'' I screamed at George and then groaned, wanting to smash everything. By now my blood was boiling in my veins. ''You're telling me this now? The day I'm moving out!'' I yelled at my parents, not caring about the tears that were cornered in their eyes. I was so mad that I didn't even acknowledge my own hot tears that ruined my make-up.

''I can't believe you'' I whispered and then sniffled. My body started quivering and I had to lean against the blue wall so I wouldn't fall on the floor. ''We're sorry, dear. We didn't want to tell you when you were younger because we didn't think it was important-'' Mom began explaining herself. It made me feel heartbroken and angry at the same time.

''Not important?'' I chuckled and wiped away my tears. ''I'm 23 years old. I have lived 23 years believing I was your daughter. You could've just told me earlier! I'm moving out today. Do you think I want to call you anytime soon? Maybe it's just good that you told me so I can have a damn break of you all'' I spat rudely and then made my way back to my bedroom. As I reached it, I slammed the door shut and fell down to my knees on the cold floor. A shiver ran down my spine, feeling like someone dragged the tip of a knife along my skin.

That's when my anger faded and it got replaced by a painful sorrow. I buried my face into my hands and began to sob uncontrollably, getting a heavy feeling in my chest. Breathing was hard and I sounded like I had been stabbed. I punched the floor and then started screaming out curse words, feeling hatred against my family. This was the worst thing they could've said to me today.

Someone opened the door and suddenly I felt a warm hand on my back. I turned around and clenched my jaw as I saw George. He looked sorry. ''D-did you know?'' I stuttered and swallowed my tears. Guilt washed across his face as he nodded. I pushed him away from me and stood up. ''I fucking hate you right now'' I told him with poison in my voice.

''Y/N, please listen to me! Our parents are devastated'' He tried to speak some sense to me. I wasn't in the mood for any of it. Instead, I felt like spilling each and every word of anger I had. ''Your parents, George. Your parents'' I let out a sarcastic laugh and walked back to my bed where I had stuff I needed to pack. Then I started placing them in the bag, continuing what I had done a few minutes ago.

''Y/N they are your parents. They raised you'' He reminded me a little angrily. I just shook my head no, too overwhelmed to say something. ''I'm still your brother'' He let me know. Of course, it was sad but I didn't want to show them I was okay with this. No, it was wrong to tell me now. ''Fuck you, George. I'm moving out and I need some space. Don't call me or visit me. I'll let you know when I'm ready to see you lying idiots again'' I informed him as casually as I could but my voice cracked and fresh tears washed away the old ones.

He didn't reply. Instead, he sighed and started to pack my things. The tension in the room was anxious and I felt like I had to escape. Luckily, my ride was on the way and I would soon be in my own space, in the centre of New York City, a few miles away from here.

Around ten minutes later the silence was broken once again. My mum was the one to speak up. She got next to me and she placed her hand on my cheek, wiping away my tears. ''Darling could we please talk?'' She begged me with a small voice. I let go of the white shirt I was holding and then I faced her harshly. ''Sure'' I sighed, sitting at the edge of my bed. She sat next to me and grabbed my hand once again.

''I'll tell you everything you want to know'' She offered kindly. Of course, I had a million questions in my head. But the most evident one was bothering me. ''Who are my real parents?'' I wanted to know. It made George freeze and he looked at me strangely. Mom and George changed looks which was a little annoying. It made sense now why George was always the great kid, the one they were so proud of.

''Twenty-three years ago a woman was walking her dog in the forest. The dog had picked up your scent and found you in the middle of nowhere all by yourself'' Mom began to tell me my true story. My eyes widened by her words. So I had been abandoned?

''She took you to the police. They tried truly hard to search for your real parents but with no luck. It's like you had appeared out of nowhere. The police officer who was in charge of your case knew us. It was Mr Brown, you probably remember him'' Mom told me and offered me a smile. I just nodded. Mr Brown was dad's friend.

''We had tried to get a sibling for George for a long time but then we found out we couldn't get any more children. We decided to adopt and Mr.Brown helped us so we could have you'' She told me sweetly and squeezed my hand. By now I was crying again, letting my tears roll down quietly. ''You were just a baby. You fit in perfectly, just like you would've been ours biologically. No matter what, you're our daughter. Your biological parents were probably druggies according to the police. No one leaves a baby in the forest like that'' She spoke quietly. I just nodded as all this information sunk into my head.

''I just need to process all of this'' I whispered and then looked around my room. My life felt like a lie but I tried hard to stay calm. ''We understand, honey'' Mom reassured me softly. Then I stood up and cleared my throat. ''I have to pack'' I told her coldly. Mom nodded and walked out of my room, allowing me to handle things on my own.

***

It was evening and I was in my new apartment. It was in a huge block of flats, on the ninth floor. Luckily, there was a big elevator here so it was easy to move in. The apartment wasn't that big but it was great for me. The entire living room wall was a window, giving me a beautiful view of the city. I had two bedrooms, a master bedroom with a walk-in closet and a smaller one I would use as an office. I had one bathroom, a tiny laundry room and of course a kitchen. The kitchen was lovely with a kitchen island as well. All of that fit inside this apartment and I couldn't be happier. I had even thought of getting a pet.

It wasn't as great as I had imagined yet because I hadn't unpacked. I only had a bed set up in my bedroom. Since this day had been insane, I didn't have the energy to unpack anyway. So I sat on the bed for two and grabbed my phone, deciding to read the daily news. I didn't want to be alone with anything else to think about. Right now, I was sure I'd lose my mind if I began to think about the fact I was adopted.

As I scrolled down the boring news, something more interesting caught my eye. 'Thor is back!' was the headline so I clicked on it. I had been so excited the last time Thor was on earth. I had always been interested in history and mythologies. Once Thor came, it proved that there was life out of this planet and ever since I had been so into Norse mythology. I had rented books from the library and read everything I could, learning a lot in the process.

'Thor has been spotted recently with people like Tony Stark. Nobody knows what the Asgardian man wants but it wakes curiosity and even fear in people. Is earth in danger? Or is he here to see his human friends?' The article was quite short. It was more than enough for me. At least I got something exciting to think about. I scrolled down and saw some poorly taken pictures. But there he was. It looked like they were in the Stark tower.  Too bad it was a blurry photo.

Tomorrow I would visit the library and rent books about Norse mythology. Maybe there was an answer there? That night, I went to bed and luckily thought of something else than the devastating truth of my roots. Although I thought about Thor and Iron Man, I couldn't help but to wonder, who am I?

    The next morning I woke up to the beeping of my phone. I groaned and turned it off, annoyed that my sweet dreams had been interrupted. My body felt weak and I was still tired but I had to get up. Thank God it was Sunday, which meant I had a free day. Work didn't start until Tuesday. I forced myself out of bed and for a little moment, I didn't remember what I had learnt yesterday.

As I made my way to the bathroom and I unpacked a box where I had my toothbrush, the truth hit me. It felt like a cut with salt in it. I inhaled a shaky breath and then cleared my throat. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and my thoughts got the best of me. I didn't look that much like the rest of my family. My eyes were really different. Theirs were duller and smaller. My hair had always been different than theirs. It grew quickly and it was stronger and thicker. I was also different. The rest of my family seemed social and happy.

I was different than most people I knew. I didn't care about the newest phones, the best clothes and the hot gossiping. My passion belonged to books, myths and unexplained science. It all began to make sense now.

I brushed my teeth quickly and decided to unpack some things, beginning with my bathroom. I put the soft towels in the white cabinet in the corner. Then I put the grey laundry basket next to it. I unpacked my soaps and placed them in their rightful places. Slowly, the bathroom felt warmer and more like home. I smiled happily as I was finished here. One room less to decorate.

As I had eaten breakfast and done my makeup, I opened a bag so I could get changed. I threw my oversized white shirt on the floor and got dressed in casual clothes; black jeans, white socks and a green sweater. It was autumn and a little cold outside. Today I had promised myself to think of happy things so I wouldn't fall into a dark hole again. How couldn't I be excited? Thor was here again!

I put on my brown boots and my black jacket so I wouldn't freeze. Just perfectly I grabbed my purse and left my apartment, heading straight to the library. As I got outside, I heard the city sounds of cars honking, people talking and the traffic lights beeping. I put a smile on my face as I began walking the familiar route to my favourite library. It was full of books and old reports.

As I walked, I saw a cafe in the corner. Coffee sounded great so I decided to stop by. I walked inside the building that smelled like delicious coffee and fresh buns. It was a cosy place with a few people. I got in line and looked at the menu. Then my phone rang. I picked it up and replied with a casual 'Hello'.

''Hi! I just wanted to check if you're doing alright'' It was my dad. Although I was still bitter about the fact they waited so many years to tell me, I didn't hang up. ''I'm alright dad. I'm actually about to go to the library. Did you hear that Thor is here again?'' I asked him and moved forward in the line. ''What? No! Why?'' He seemed genuinely surprised and interested. ''I have no idea-'' I tried to answer but I was interrupted.

As I just stood there casually, a loud bang startled everyone. The ground shook and some even screamed. Immediately I thought it was an earthquake.

I ran to the window and looked outside although I should've sought shelter. Everyone else got under their tables. My eyes widened as I saw what caused the bang. A blue beam pointed to the sky and a hole appeared. My mouth shaped into an 'O' and I felt dumbfounded. The beam came from the stark tower. My dad tried to ask me what happened but I couldn't bring myself to answer.

Foolishly I walked outside and stared at this. Was it even real? Had I gone mad? As I stared at the hole that looked like outer space,alien-like creatures started pouring out of it. Fear took over me and I felt like the end of the world just began. My heart started beating faster and all I wanted now was my family. ''Oh my God..'' I breathed out, not knowing how I was a part of this chaos. Then I dropped my phone on the ground, not so worried about its safety at the moment. I was more worried about myself and everyone else on earth.

(Chapter 2)

[rxdonmyledger]

“Sansa”

Anon requested: Hi! Can you write one where the avengers get word on an enhanced girl causing mischief around a small town? Nothing dangerous just fun pranks. But she's on hydras radar and the team just want to protect her. They find her in time just as some hydra agents were trying to kidnap her. They get back to the compound and Thor recognizes her immediately as Lokis daughter. She was raised by her human mother but never met her father but they bring them together.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if this seems short but I really hope you like it, anon! Feel free to tell me whatever you want, guys! You can continue sending me requests if you like!

Warnings: None, JUST FLUFF.

Words: 1,225.

“So, what do we do?” Tony said crossing his arms and looking at the screen. Several dots appeared there where the target had used magic. Steve looked at him and sighed.

“Hydra would want her. And she’s just a girl” Natasha said with a warning voice while her mates nodded.

“Stark, Nat and I could go. We should investigate the source of her powers” Thor added as he sat down near Bruce, who was typing. On the screen, the images of a small town near New York where the neighbours were there, mumbling something.

A few days ago, the team received a notification of JARVIS where the IA showed that town. Apparently, a little child was using magic to make pranks. Innocent pranks, Tony would say. Yet, as Steve pointed, she as dangerous if not taught how to control her magic. Moreover, they were warned that Hydra had the girl on their radar to take her with them.

“Okay, then” Tony said, clapping his hands and rubbing them, nodding. “We’ll take the girl here”

Saying that was easier than they thought. The girl made pranks to them the moment the three  Avengers landed on the town. They could hear the girl’s laughs as they were affected by the pranks.

“You didn’t see that coming?” She said before running behind another building while Tony was trying to destroy the magical ropes she had used to tie his feet. Natasha was hanging from a tree and she swallowed hard, trying not to feel dizzy.

“Hey, Thor. You’re a damn God. Do something, for God’s sake!” Tony shouted, his helmet on the ground.

The Asgardian lifted the hammer and went to chase the girl but every time he landed on a place, he would see her vanishing again, her laughs filling his ears. Thor frowned and tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths.

He could feel it.

It wasn’t Midgardian magic. It was something more powerful. Something he knew perfectly, as he grew up noticing it.

It was Loki’s energy.

Thor frowned and a laugh behind him made him turn. His enormous hands tried to catch her, but he failed. The girl was in front of him, staring at his eyes with a mischievous smile on her features. She had long black hair and piercing green eyes. Thor felt as if the air had escaped his lungs. She was the perfect image of Loki. The blonde man remember that his brother had admitted to him his several affairs with women over the nine worlds.

But apparently, the Midgardian woman was different.

Thor remembered the shadows in his eyes as Loki refused to tell him more about that woman. The God didn’t even know her name. Loki always closed his heart when the subject was her. And, at that moment, he understood why.

The girl shouted when a man appeared from the bushes, grabbing her. She started to scream, calling her mother. Tony got there and shot his blasters to the Hydra agent, but failed. Natasha shouted.

“No! You’ll hurt her!”

Tony bit his lip, knowing she was right and descended to the ground, looking at the agent, who smirked while the girl was crying, terrified. Natasha smiled at her reassuringly, trying to calm her.

“Can you vanish?” asked Thor with his baritone voice and the girl looked at him. Her eyes pierced him and he swallowed hard. Once she understood what he meant, she nodded silently, smiling at Nat.

Thor and Tony looked at each other, nodding. The God started to swing Mjolnir, noticing the Hydra agent was getting nervous. Probably they thought a few agents would be enough. Fools. Tony raised his hands and, at that moment, the girl bit the agent’s flesh, making him to scream. She vanished in the air and appeared between Natasha’s arms, who kissed her forehead. Thor tossed the hammer and Tony shot at him, sending the agent to the other side of the road.

“Now!” Natasha and Tony grabbed Thor’s arms and he sent them to the tower. Once they got there, the girl looked around her, nervously. She tried to escape but Thor’s hands took her and he walked with her to the living room, where the other Avengers were waiting. He sat her on the sofa while she was shaking.

“Thor!” Natasha said, a scolding tune on her voice. She sat by the girl’s side, hugging her while the girl buried her face on Natasha’s arms.

“It’s fine, kid” Steve was smiling at her and the girl’s teary eyes peeked through Nat’s arms. “You’re safe now”

“Are you Captain America?” She asked, emotion visible in her voice. Tony huffed and muttered something and Steve nodded, grinning. The girl shouted and hugged him, taking him by surprise.

“What’s your name?” Bruce’s voice was sweet and soft.

“Sansa” she replied, sitting on the sofa, looking around her. “And you’re the Avengers!” She clapped happily and the adults chuckled. “Mom told me about you!”

“Who’s your mom, girl?” Thor said with his arms closed, watching as Sansa looked at him. Her eyes became sad.

“Mom died. I was staying with my aunt but she was scared of me…” she whispered and curled, hugging herself. Natasha kissed her forehead and muttered comforting words.

“I must go to Asgard” Thor said that night while having dinner. Sansa was already asleep in Natasha’s bed. “She’s Loki’s daughter”

Tony spitted his drink while the rest of the team looked at him in surprise. Surely, some of them had thought about the resemblance, but still…

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure. Her appearance, her powers…She never met her father” Thor shook his head and sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. “I must go”

Time passed and Sansa wondered if she had done something wrong and that was the reason why the big man had left. Natasha and Steve assured her it was fine and soon she forgot. She started to be trained to use her powers so she couldn’t harm anybody. She had movie nights with the Avengers and Steve would read to her.

One day, she was watching Tony as he worked on his Iron Man suits when JARVIS’ voice was heard all over the lab.

“Sir, Miss Sansa has a visitor”

The little gir frowned and followed Tony to the living room where Thor was talking to the team. By his side, there was a tall man with black hair and green eyes…just like hers. She felt a lump inside her throat and swallowed hard several times before Loki’s eyes landed on her.

“Is she…?” he muttered and Natasha nodded, her lips curving into a kind-of smile. Loki’s eyes got teary and he took a few steps forwards. Sansa moved away and Loki smiled faintly. “Sansa?”

“Who are you?” she said and Loki chuckled, tears running down his face. He didn’t even attempt to clean them. He wasn’t worried the other would see him as someone weak. He didn’t care.

“I’m your father”

The room became silent as Sansa breathed heavily, observing the man kneeled opposite to her. He swallowed hard and opened his arms, smiling. Sansa let a sob escape her throat and ran towards his arms. Loki hugged her tightly, muttering sweet things in Asgardian language. His lips kissed her forehead repeatedly.

“I swear to Odin I’ll never let you go…my princess”  

[onyxfyrefly]

It's Not That Kind of Fairytale

I’m so proud of this work. It’s the first thing I’ve written since my mom died. When she died my world stopped turning but it seems like I’m slowly finding myself again. I posted it on AO3 but no one is really interested. I’m sure no one will read it here either but I’m posting it anyway. --------------------------------------

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Loki groaned and buried his face in the pillow. For the past six weeks the neighbor directly above him had insisted on throwing a party every Sunday.

Not Friday not Saturday but Sunday and Loki’s grades were beginning to reflect his exhaustion. His father demanded straight A’s and in a matter of weeks his A’s had slipped to C’ s and one detrimental D.

It had reached the point where his professor had pulled him to the side to express his concern. Loki had smoothly lied and passed off the shaking of his hands and the dark bruises under his eyes as an adjustment to college life and had assured his professor that his grade would come back up.

Loki wasn’t sure how that was going to be possible. It was nearly two in the morning and the party was still going strong. After looking at the clock and at the ceiling several times he came to a decision.

He would probably be hated by the rest of the dorm and there was a good chance he would get his ass kicked for breaking up a party but at this point he didn’t care. He had managed to get a full ride scholarship and he would be damned if he was going to lose it because of some party. He would rather die than ask his adoptive parents for a dime towards his tuition.

With those thoughts in mind, Loki yanked on a sweatshirt and grabbed his key before trudging up the stairs. Before he even made it halfway the bass of the music made his chest ache. He briefly wondered why no one had reported the party to the RA but after pushing open the door the answer was simple. No one had reported it because it seemed like everyone in the dorm was intvited. Everyone except for Loki.

Pushing his way through the throng of people, Loki winced at the volume of the music and the sour stench of old beer. He tapped a young woman on the shoulder to inquire about the host  of the event. It took several moments for his request to register before she pointed him towards a short, dark haired man holding court in the kitchen.

Loki nodded his thanks and slowly made his way towards the bane of his current existence. Along the way someone bumped in to him and spilled beer onto his sweatpants but nothing was going to deter him.

The host was in the middle of some raucous tale when Loki reached him. In his frustration Loki’s manners were far from his mind. He fisted a hand in the back of the shorter man’s shirt, planted the other hand firmly on his shoulder, and frog marched him out in to the hall.

When they were far enough away from the party Loki let him go and fisted his hands at his side. He wasn’t one for violence, his brother was more of the punch first ask questions later type, but at this moment there was nothing more that Loki wanted to do but make this man hurt. To reach out at let his frustrations out in the most physical way possible. Taking a deep breath, Loki calmed himself as the other man adjusted his clothing.

The stranger slowly turned and instead of being angry, as Loki suspected, he sported a cocky grin. “If you wanted to get me alone all you had to do was ask, babe. Of course I’m not against a little manhandling. Are we gonna need our safewords?”

Loki rolled his eyes so hard he saw himself think. “Do you know who I am?”

The host shook his head and stepped closer. “No, but you’re pretty.” He reached for Loki who recoiled in disgust. “So what name will I be screaming later?”

The face Loki made would have been comical in different circumstances. He moved quickly in order to put as much distance between himself and the stranger as possible. “I am your neighbor, the one in the dorm directly below yours. The one who hasn’t been able to sleep for weeks because if these infernal parties of yours. The one whose grades are slipping because I can’t concentrate in class. The one who is this close to losing a full ride scholarship.” Loki knew he should calm down and lower his voice but once the words started he was helpless to stop them.

He stalked closer to the stranger who had lost his grin and got directly in to the man’s face. His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “I am the one who is going to report you not only to RA but to the president of the housing division as well as to the dean. Then I’m going to find out everything there is to know about you and I’m going to make sure you fail. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care if your family owns this school. I will destroy you. Just because you believe that you are above the rules of this school does not mean that I will be made to suffer. I will not let my opportunity be wasted by someone whose only goal is to piss their family’s money and their education away. If you want to party then party, but you will not do so while residing over me. Understood?”

The stranger’s dark eyes were wide as he nodded slowly.

Loki smirked. “Good. Of course all of this unpleasantness could be avoided.”

“H-how?”

“No more parties. Go find someone else’s dorm to destroy. Allow me to salvage my grades in peace and there will be no more trouble between us. Do you think that is possible?”

The shorter man nodded and swallowed hard. “Yeah, of course. Not a problem.”

Loki’s grin was wickedly sharp. He leaned in close, just to watch the shorter man squirm, before heading back to his dorm.

Once inside he let himself sag against the door. Where had that come from? He was never one for altercations, preferring to observe and work from the sidelines. Rarely did he ever go toe to toe with someone and never with such confidence. There was something about this stranger that had sparked something dark inside of him. It had brought out a violent side that unsettled him.

Dragging a hand through his hair, Loki let out a sigh. Above him he could hear the telltale sounds of the party dispersing and allowed himself to feel a flicker of victory.

With the adrenaline fading from his veins he sank into bed and tried to get a few hours of sleep without being haunted by the dark eyes of the stranger residing a few feet above him.

---------------------------------------- If you actually want to read it here is the link. It's Not That Kind of Fairytale (2085 words) by onyxfyrefly Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Loki Feels, Loki Does What He Wants, Loki Needs a Hug, Loki Angst, Loki Has Issues, Tony Feels, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Angst, Tony Being Tony, Tony Has Issues, Alternate Universe - College/University, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Depression, Panic Attacks Summary:

"For the past six weeks the neighbor directly above him had insisted on throwing a party every Sunday. Not Friday not Saturday but Sunday."

[fourth-axis]

DA:I and a whole lot of elfy shit (previously)

Leading the inquisition as a pointy-eared mage felt a bit like putting on two left shoes and your armor backwards, a deeply ill-fitting suit further cemented every time someone asked if you BELIEVE and the options on your table were to: - conform - dodge the question - tell them to stick the Maker up their ass 

but then, BUT THEN the Arbor Wilds happened and hooo boy! *stuffs Sera into a trunk* let’s talk elfy shit.

the REVELATIONS, the minds BLOWN, history SHATTERED, gods TALKED TO!! bullet list time:

i’m pretty certain that singularly devastating moment in the beginning when you inquisitor asks what a temple of mythal is, is a glitch and a bug and i will accept no other alternative

also Morrigan schooling me on eluvians....... where was my elfy “i know this shit” option?

the fall of Arlathan was caused by ancient elves warring among themselves and Tevinter pretty much just swooped in to feed on a corpse ahahahaHAHWHAT

at this point i’m assuming the elven pantheon was just a bunch of really powerful mages. lbr here, there’s no gods around, Andraste herself was probably a mage too and “the maker” a spirit from the fade 

and i’m MAD CACKLIN at the possible irony of Tevinter molding itself into a slavedriven mageocracy after the old elven empire because--

the face tattoos are slave markings

??????

???????????

exchanging local slavers for foreign slavers. oh man this race has 0% luck! Trespasser better hold some answers here. i like them markings, they look cool :<

Flemeth carries to soul of Mythal

“You cannot posses the unwilling.” Well if that doesn’t point to Morrigan being the next vessel then i don’t know what does

and by next vessel, i mean right there in the epilogue where Flemeth is interacting with the eluvian

don’t even talk to me about Loki Solas rn, i don’t know what to think other than painful betrayal and a thousand questions

when she’s all you do The People proud, i’m like tears in my eyes bro, this is monumental

the all-around best use of inquisition points was grabbing history knowledge and arcane knowledge. the utter satisfaction of summing Flemeth’s story in one sentence and having her sarcastically comment on it was The Best™

that awkward moment when no one in your party gives a shit or likes that you performed elven rituals, except for an Ancient Egg and a Vint....... y’all.

...NO I’m NOT done! i built you Andrastean fucks a chantry in the garden, i gave you a place to practice your religion while i had no love for it, and they can’t even muster decency when their inquisitor enters his own place of worship? get off!

we’re totaly ignoring that ppl were dying outside while i solved puzzles. absolutely irrelevant. 

ok but telling Solas and Morrigan to get a room when they tried to outnerd the other 8′D lmao perfect

figuring out who get’s to drink from The Well of Freaky Shit was a doozy, and it’s gonna keep haunting me through every playthrough

i refused because RP reasons, but it probably would have been the best fitting choice to drink. but when the Egg gives you such a stalwart NO then you know something’s rotten here. and it kinda was. kinda.

and yet, it also fits very nicely with Morrigan from a player perspective

also it gave me a chance to say “LOL now you gotta listen to your mom haha ;D”

i love my character so much, he even threw bear puns in Stone-Bear Hold. Cassandra’s groan was music to my ears

speaking of bear puns, the Jaws of Hakkon dlc was a wild loretastic ride that gets two thumbs up and more fuel for my chantry disdain

oh, what’s that? the first inquisitor and founder of the Seekers of Truth was an elven mage too? and history the Chantry buried all knowledge of him? and they abused his rite of tranquility to lobotomize mages? 

oh wow. what a shock. i am truly surprised. ಠ_ಠ

the descent was good too. the moment i saw lyrium veins looked like actual cardiovascular veins i was screaming “we’re WALKING INSIDE A TITAN!” it took my character a while to catch on but boy was i glad to hear him say it

Titan blood! but who killed it--them? the elven gods? lyrium hunger intensifies and all that??

????

Coryphishit was such a steamrolled battle though, i barely even felt it. after such a hype train of lore discovery, his end was so anticlimactic, and the game’s (first) end was so... happy? it just didn’t feel right. it wrapped up with a bow too nicely (minus Solas, wtf man...) and i didn’t even lose an arm. I was mourning that arm the moment it got the anchor so imagine my surprise when the game “ends” and not only is my hand still there but it’s not even killing me? that i know off... clearly the true ending is in Trespasser but that doesn’t erase the fact that Coryphilulz was just not a good villain. He needed more screen time post Haven destruction.

The final party was v nice and a bit sad, as more than half of your inner circle had that “we’ll be leaving soon” vibe :< listening to Varric talk of Kirkwall made me so Hawke-nostalgic, Leliana would be off to murder the Chantry into a new era of tolerance, Cass i hope goes to rebuild the Seekers proper, Blackwall on one of those redemption journeys, Sera off to do Jenny shit probably, Cole and Bull might be sticking around at least, and Curly and Josie. that’s a nice thought. Viv is def going back to Orlais to play some stone cold games and eat fancy cakes, and Dorian is off to get political in Tevinter. 

...that’s a one way ticked to assasiantion if i ever heard one. good intention bro, but i can’t let you do that *inquisitor rolls 20 on emotional blackmail* Dorian: well i guess i could stay a little longer Damn right you will. 

the last shot you get in the quarters, that balcony sunset hug triumvirate, it made me want to fling myself into the fucking sun. it was just so---so---*clenches fist* cute.

i gotta say, at this point (game finished, minus Trespasser) i can’t imagine any other race filling the shoes of the inquisitor with quite as much payoff as an elf mage.