#eisa the damned

[thewhizzyhead]

I wasn't expecting "lmm gives a cult movie musical adaptation about new york gangs a sapphic duet featuring Julia Harriman and Jazzy Jones of all people as the said movie musical adaptation's main couple" on my 2024 bingo card but hey there's always room for surprises!

[garaviel]

@n7viper tagged me in this horror themed oc uquiz! Thank you!!! took me a minute to get around to it oops 

Elaniel: the final girl  

you're very tired, aren't you? thrashing and fighting and trying to survive– it has taken its toll, but that has not stopped you. you'll continue to gnaw and scream and bare teeth until you can free yourself from this mess, even if it means being the last one left. there is rest at the end of this hard battle, i promise you. there is a time when the fight will be over– but fighting is all you know, isn't it?

Eisa: the killer

was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

If anyone wants to talk about their ocs/ect please do this!!! Tagging off the top of my head @ramikadyc @arcann @capsuledream if you guys arent busy!

[satanic-beast]

         𝐑.𝐈.𝐏. 𝟐𝐎’𝐬, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝟑𝟎’𝐬 !

Valentina Gabriela Halliwell. Three names behind which stands an incredibly stunning and strong woman. Where do I start with something that never ends?

Over the course of your life, you have shaped the lives of so many people and in everything that has connected you to them and sometimes broken you inside, there has always been one thing: Your iron will to live and make Prudence proud. There are so many things I admire you for; you know damn well you have also had a lasting impact on my life. Through you I was able to and continue to get to know myself more deeply, through you I experienced the struggles and changes a person can experience and yet none of it has permanently brought you to your knees. I see you in front of me as if it were yesterday: The young, slightly shy, but also playful woman who didn't know the road that would lead her home eventually and tried to see it in every curb in New York instead. We both share an incredible bond, a bond I couldn't be prouder of; just as I am proud of you. You fought, cried and overcame your darkest hours to become the woman you are today and that's entirely your doing, you hear me? It shows your inner strength, the strength of the love into which you were born and which will never leave you, no matter how dark, cold and unfair this life can be.

And yes, some things may feel like the end of something big right now, but Valentina? I'm gonna be honest with you, 'cause in a way it is. This means saying goodbye to the woman who has done her best and is ready to move forward. This means saying goodbye to the woman who thought she couldn't find her way, who thought she wasn't enough - because here and now you know better. Every ending also offers a new beginning. This is your new beginning. This also means a big hello to a woman in the middle of her life, to a mother of two children who could not have been born into arms more protective than yours. Sometimes it's hard to find good things in life because we're too busy focusing on everything that doesn't work out as we want it to. Take this special day of yours as an opportunity to see what enriches your life and above all: What YOU have created. From memories to precious friendships that are like family, from your own bookstore to the beautiful family we can call our own. You have achieved SO much and I don't have to be an oracle to know: It's far from everything.

You are fierce, full of power, full of dignity and strength, so full of potential and wild, unbridled love. If you could see yourself from my eyes for just a moment, the happiness I feel through you would exist in the tears in your eyes. You deserve far more than what life has offered you up to this point, so much more, and I will always stand by your side to strengthen you through it. I am convinced that there are still many lessons, setbacks and successes waiting for you, and most of all that you will live a happy ever after. Although I may not be able to give you what you wish for most right now, I can still give you something that will last: My unconditional support, the boundless love of our family and my protection. I will catch you whenever you are about to fall, don't you worry.

When I asked our children what they wanted most for you, they said: " We wish for Mommy to be happy. Because she makes us happy! " Our little ones could not love you more than they already do; they look up to you, emulate you, yes, I know that Eisa wants to be like you one day and that Bael will look for exactly the same strength of will and a good heart in a woman as he witnesses it in his Mom day by day.

We have prepared some surprises for you and we can't wait to celebrate your big day with you, Valentina. Happy Birthday from one scorpion to another — here’s to many more valuable years with you, snowflake. @themeanhalliwell

[loveydvycherry]

Rain;

"Dont stop the rain, my memories too"

— Married!Xu Minghao x Singlefem!reader

— Main genre ; Fluff, Angst...

— Summary ; Xu minghao as reader friend with benefits in the past. Have feelings for each other, but they never get into a serious relationship, keeping their feelings for each other to themselves and maintaining a 'Just friends' relationship.

Note :

This is my first fanfiction, and sorry if my writing and grammar are not good, bcs english not my first language... This will be in several parts!

Warn! : Dont like just skip

You stand alone on a bus stop at the end of the city-border between cities at night. The sound of raindrops can be heard falling on the ground with each drop, echoing through your two senses of hearing, enveloping the night with a cold atmosphere.

Since an hour ago you have been staying at that small bus stop, getting rained on while stopping buses or taxis that might come to pick you up, but... you expect too much. Leaving you to let out a sigh and a mumble with your flat expression.

Before an hour ago, you ran unsteadily to the bus stop, because today was a tiring day of working overtime at the office, making you fall asleep for a moment in your office after finishing various work files that piled up on your own desk.

In the end, because of your missed sleep along with the last bus operating time has left, you can only groan in frustration, waving your two slender arms at the bus that has gone away, hoping that the bus will stop.

"Ughh...seriously?,..." you said with a frustrated groan, once again.

You reached into your bag, looking for your smartphone to check the time, the time showed 22.20 surely there were no more buses operating at this late time. You decided to contact anyone you knew on your contact list, some of your friends and relatives.

Junhuii~

"How can i say..., I'm abroad for another shoot...sorry I didn't give you any news"

You

"Ohh? Okay, thanks Jun, hopefully the shoot goes smoothly, have enough rest, good night Junnie"

At first you sent a message to one of your friends, whose name is Wen Junhui, unfortunately when you wanted to ask for his help he was busy with his job as an actor in another country, and now he is resting after shooting.

You could only sigh and continue to contact other numbers, from your coworkers and close friends.

"The number you have dialed cannot accept calls...please try again later"

Keep going, going and going...until you sigh in annoyance, your eyes searching for the number you want to contact, keep scrolling and scrolling over who you can contact, but your fingers stop when you stare at a name on the contact list.

A name you recognize, not an ordinary person, a name that makes you have a butterfly in your stomach but also a lump in your throat...should you make a call in this contact? You tuck your long hair while staring intently at your smartphone screen.

Your thoughts are now racing in your head, should you call this person or...shouldn't? ... I don't know what's on your mind, you press the contact number with your finger without realizing it...

A few seconds before you can finally see the screen of your smartphone making a call.

"Xu minghao....ringing..."

After making the call, you realize what you did. Panic and nervousness began to envelop you... before you had time to hang up the ringing call, the call was already accepted by that man...

"Damn, what was I thinking about??..." you thought... "Hello...?" You were silent..., the hoarse voice and gentle tone of the man never changed at all that you had recognized from the time you met the man.

You cursed yourself in your heart, before finally answering his call.

"H-hello Eisa, I m-mean Xu minghao" accidentally the nickname of the man you gave in the past just came out of your mouth, making the man raise his eyebrows. "I just wanna say..., good night to you and how are you now, Xu...?"

The silence for a moment made you bite your lower lip, before the sound of laughter uttered by the man through the call took place. Minghao chuckled softly when you accidentally called him by the pet name 'Eisa'. "You still haven't changed much". He pondered softly before answering your question.

"I'm totally fine, right now I'm on my way home from work, it's raining heavily huh...are you fine there, is it raining there too?". He stated, you also assured that he was really on his way home, heard from the roar of his car engine...and also some noise of rainy droplets through the speaker on your call.

"Um... yeahh, I'm fine...but, I'm outside and at the bus stop alone and...yeah it's raining quite heavily here, I'm waiting for the transportation to come too...". Minghao's expression immediately changed when he heard you were at the bus stop taking shelter from the rain.

"Hnh? You're alone at the bus stop and getting caught in the rain?" he said, his voice suddenly filled with worry.

"I'll pick you up, where are you? Can you share your location?"

"Eis- ahh minghao..., no need to pick me up, I'll bother you... it's raining heavily here" you said in a worried tone while you were still sitting alone at the bus stop.

Minghao just exhaled when he heard your protest. "You're really stubborn huh?" he grumbled while chuckling softly. "I'll pick you up, I won't leave you alone, besides I'm still on the road... I'm your friend, remember? I won't abandon you as my 'friend'".

"Hao- I didn't force you-" Your call was suddenly ended by him. While you just sighed and closed your eyes. Still staring at the sky which now saw nothing, except for the heavy rain falling.

You bit your lip once again, with a sigh, you finally shared your current location to his contact number, it was not far from his and your current location, making him relieved that you were not far from him. Minghao immediately increased his car speed after knowing your location, while driving the engine and heading towards your location.

The rain was pouring down heavily, reducing visibility. Minghao drove as fast as he could while being careful. The only thing on his mind was to go and pick you up. It took about 10 minutes to reach your location. The car's headlights now illuminated the bus stop where you were waiting.

He could see your figure wearing a blouse and a coat sitting at the bus stop. Hugging yourself with your heavy eyes closed, a cold breeze, blowing from the rainy weather.

Minghao parked his car and rushed out, walking towards you with fast steps. Minghao noticed your figure on the bus stop bench, hugging yourself to keep warm.

"Stupid," Minghao muttered softly, seeing you asleep as he approached you, patting your shoulder gently to wake you up. Your eyes blinked slowly as you adjusted your sitting position while rubbing your eyes.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow with wide open eyes. Whether it was fate or what made them meet again after several years of you and him being apart, your pupils widened when you found someone who made your stomach tingle and your chest pound.

"E-eis, err... Minghao," Minghao smiled thinly seeing you who were still sleepy with your eyes wide, his hand brushing away a few strands of hair that fell from your face.

"Heh... sleepyhead." Minghao mocked, maintaining his thin smile, while poking your cheek lightly. "Come on, I'll take you home, you'll get cold here," Minghao said while gesturing for you to follow him to the car.

This man is still the same..., his appearance is still the same, his tone of voice is still the same... like the Xu Minghao you know.

You looked at him with a faint smile. You felt guilty towards him because now you were asking for his help in the middle of heavy rain like this, this moment reminded you of the past.

You slowly stood up and took your bag while tidying up your damp hair. "Mhm, yeah... I'm sorry, for bothering you, Hao" you replied still standing behind him, not yet following him.

Minghao watched you as you looked at him with a mixture of memories and guilt. He could tell that you felt nostalgic and a bit guilty for asking for his help. "Heh..." Minghao muttered while shaking his head, his expression softening. "You're not bothering me, let's go to the car." Minghao said softly, opening the umbrella for you, and... Grabbing your tiny wrist slowly.

Your wrist was gently pulled by him, like a parent holding his child. While you just followed him from behind and protected you from the rain with his umbrella. One thing you also realized what you caught from him, from his tone and movements now a little more gentle and... fatherly.

Minghao led you to the passenger seat, his hands warm on your wrist. Once you sat comfortably, he immediately walked to the driver's side and got in, starting the car again.

Minghao immediately gave you a small towel from the dashboard. You just stayed silent, while taking the towel he handed to you, immediately wiping your damp hair, and also your skin that was splashed with rainwater.

Minghao glanced at you as you wiped your damp hair. He clicked his tongue. "You should have just gone home from work. You'll catch a cold if you keep doing this," Minghao said in a worried and firm tone, as if he was now lecturing you as his daughter.

"Today I worked overtime, so I came home a bit late... I didn't know if it would suddenly rain. Next time I'll prepare an umbrella..." you said with a small sigh, while drying the rest of your wet and damp hair.

Minghao chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Do you always work overtime?" He asked you, you just nodded slowly. "Seriously, you don't have to force yourself to work overtime... you know, it's not good for your health" Minghao said with a little worry, his eyes glanced at you and started driving his car.

"What a corporate slave" You just kept quiet and sighed as a sign of understanding from him. But he's right, you are now overwhelmed with your overtime, making your life a bit tiring now, working overtime with income sometimes doesn't match.

Your gaze was fixed on the car window, the rain that never stopped stopping. "Are you sure you can take me home, Hao?". Minghao glanced at you, noticing your silence and your understanding hum. He could tell that you were lost in your thoughts, admiring the rain through the window, you like the rain.

Minghao chuckled softly. "Of course, I'll take you home, what else would I do besides taking you?" He replied with an amused tone in his voice.

"Where else do you want me to take you?" Minghao replied once more in a teasing tone, his eyes glancing at you again before returning his focus to the road.

"If it turns out you want to kidnap me, who knows?" You replied with a faint smile. Minghao chuckled at your words. He knew you were joking, but he couldn't help but reply. "That's right, who knows," he said with a smirk. "Maybe I'll kidnap you...and then keep you for myself?" Hao glanced at you again with a raised eyebrow, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

"You don't mind right...hmh?" Hao added with a light laugh, his tone filled with amused. His words crossed your mind, making you pause and only smile faintly with a small chuckle. Creating a feeling and moment that was increasingly familiar and full of nostalgia. It made you sink into your thoughts.

Can be said, the person next to you now used to like to tease and joke words to make you smile...and at the same time make you flustered. Many past moments are playing in your head, which you have not moved on. Making feelings of happiness and at the same time... ached.

A moment of silence, making Minghao notice your sudden silence and your faint smile. Minghao can't help but notice the way you play with your fingers. He glances at you again, his expression softening slightly. Minghao tries hard to gauge your thoughts.

"Are you okay?".

"Yeah... I'm fine, just a little tired..." you said, shrugging and looking out the car window, watching the rain fall heavily and drip on the window. Minghao could sense there was something more behind your words, but he didn't want to press too much.

He knew you tended to keep your feelings to yourself. He kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at you. Hao could tell you were staring out the window, lost in thought again.

The rain continued to fall, although it was no longer as heavy. Rain like this, reminded him of me and him, how when we were teenagers and friends-when it rained we would immediately go outside and go to the yard to bathe in the rain together...or just sit on the porch and watch the raindrops hit the ground.

"Tired, huh?" Hao mused, his tone soft. "You are too hard on yourself, you should pay more attention to yourself." You furrowed your brows and took a deep breath, hunching your shoulders slightly. A few minutes later you broke the silence with your low tone, almost like muttering to yourself.

"Why... why do you care about me, Hao..." Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly hearing your mumbled question, his expression a little serious. He had to pause for a moment before answering.

"Why do I care about you?" Hao repeated your words softly. "You know why..." His voice trailed off, a hint of pain and nostalgia in his eyes. Hao swallowed, trying to control his emotions. Minghao paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

He knew that the answer to your question was the answer he had been fighting for. "Because... after we were separated, I couldn't stop caring about you." Minghao's voice was almost a whisper. "You're my friend, a part of my life for a long time, and even though we're not together, it doesn't erase all the memories, the feelings..."

You swallowed, feeling your throat a little tight and dry. You continued to look out the window without looking at him. It was funny and so skeptical what you felt from his words. but maybe it was the honesty he threw at you even though he had left you for his marriage to another woman.

"You're already with someone new, your family and your wife... why do you still care about me...?" You actually didn't expect this meeting to happen, after being apart for so many years and suddenly meeting him again made you a little conflicted. Minghao chuckled wryly, a bitter smile plastered on the corner of his mouth.

He knew his words must sound unreasonable to you. After all, he was married now, yet here he was, admitting that he still cared about you. "It might sound ironic, huh." Hao said softly, "But the problem of my feelings for you will never go away, the main thing is I still care about you" Minghao's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His words made you amused, almost making you laugh with his statement. And now he brought up his feelings for you. You just kept quiet and closed your eyes, listening to his statement and also his explanation

"Oh yeah?...anyway, how are you... i mean your job...and your family? Is your daughter okay now?" Minghao was silent, his gaze also became tense with your question. Before answering, he took a deep breath...he wondered to himself, how did you know that he now had a daughter?

"I've been fine all this time, my job..., it's going smoothly even though sometimes hectic and very busy. And...about family, my wife, my marriage...it's a bit complicated." Hearing his answer, now makes you feel guilty asking something like that, feeling that the current situation is very wrong with this meeting.

"Good, This...I hope today is our last meeting, hao" you replied. Minghao watched you and raised his eyebrows when he heard your words. He knew that the current situation was uncomfortable and wrong for you, "I know this is wrong for you," he said, his tone low. "Indeed I'm married now, and I shouldn't have to feel that I care about you anymore."

He replied, trying to push away the feelings that had resurfaced. "But you don't know, it's hard for me to pretend that I don't care about you until now." Minghao's hand slowly rose, as he held your tiny hand, pulling it slowly towards him.

The impulsive action was enough to make you furrow your eyebrows in surprise when he started to place your hand on his chest. He held your hand on his chest, his heartbeat pounding in your palm. Hao's gaze was fixed on the road in front of him, but his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Do you feel it?" Hao murmured, his voice shaking slightly.

"It, happened when I was near you,"

"Hao...-" You swallowed, your eyes widening in surprise at his actions. You could only grip your fingers tightly and bite your lip while continuing to stare straight ahead, trying to block out the feeling he was giving you.

You tried to shake this feeling, trying to free your hand from his embrace. "Heard me..., don't let go, I wanna say something" he continued, but you kept on snickering and wanting to let go of your hand, making him sigh deeply and tighten his grip on your wrist.

Minghao squeezed your hand when he felt you trying to pull away. He didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold on to this moment, this feeling, a little longer. "I know this is wrong," he replied, his voice heavy with guilt and regret. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

"I just wanna say, that I miss you... I'm tired, I'm tired after my wedding, I choose to focus on my new life, but..."

"Your presence was never fade in my mind..." "I realize, that I'm longing for you all this time..."

"Just for today, can we forget everything else, I consider tonight a reunion and a moment for us to meet again ?"

Your mind is now conflicted and opened by the moment past with him, you want to forget everything and force your past thoughts not to come out, but not with his heartbeat, his warm body radiating from your tiny hand lying on his chest.

Open all the old memories with him, when you spent time with him, establish a relationship as friends but like a couple date do, even more than that...sharing experiences...giving each other first kiss, first night...and other things.

Moments from your past replayed in your mind at that moment. How you first met him, it was your first sight...you started to befriend him since you were in grade and graduated from high school.

Who would have thought, as time went by you and him had feelings for each other, which were not yet known and wanted to express those feelings openly... but about that, you and him were afraid that it would ruin your friendship that you two have later.

Without you realizing, that you started to live a friend with benefits relationship with him, having time and moments spent almost like partners in love, but with the word 'Friend'.

With your friendship, you and he often share experiences together, help each other when you and he are in a down or difficult time. Share complaints, and provide motivation. Always be there for each other, both in joy and sorrow. Of course during your college years, you and he also help with 'needs' problems, and several other problems, like they said... True friends should be able to help each other, and give them benefits.

He helps you a lot, and vice versa you to him. He even once helped you find a partner, but... you refused it. You said at that time, "For me, a partner can be called a friend... you are my friend, so why should I look for a partner?"

And in the end, you are already in your comfort zone when you are with him.

If he wasn't your friend, you probably wouldn't have come to this fucking wedding shit for you, that day you saw him with that woman, celebrating their special wedding day. All the guests and their family were happy on that day.

The lines of your lips lift, a smile clearly etched as a form of happiness. As his friend, you are a special guest for him. Your eyes are flooded with tears, along with your smile, but those are not tears of happiness but rather, you are powerless...your chest feels tight, you feel like you just want to go home and cry alone in your room that day.

You are looking at this arranged marriage before your eyes, even though...your lips tremble, your eyes are filled with tears, every time he says the words of the wedding vows to his bride it makes you helpless, knowing that he actually only said those vows to another woman who will be his wife, and it's not you.

What's the point of thinking like that anyway...? After all, you're just his friend... You as his friend should be cheerish and support him, happy when he is in happy.

Remembering that moment, you could only close your eyes that couldn't hold your tears anymore, letting them drip down your cheeks slowly. Now that moment is just a memory, a sweet memory that might never happen again.

Has he broken his promise now? All of that seems like a lie to you.

"I promise I won't leave my friend..." "I promise I won't be in a relationship before my friend be in too."

It's a lie, everything is a lie... "I want it with you, hao...nothing someone else, but just only you..."

To be continued~

there will be part 2, and up sometime later.

[themeanhalliwell]

When a family is created in small steps - today we have taken the most important step for you, my little one, my love, my butterfly. From today you never have to ask yourself where your daddy is again, because he sits right next to you, smiles at you and I see in his eyes how pure his love for you is. From today you bear the name:

𝐄𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

And I couldn't be happier about it. With Jovan by your side, you'll never have to ask yourself what it would be like to be loved, what it would be like to have a real home or feel protected. Eisa, you make us all so damn happy and you deserve only the best in your upcoming life. We love you so much, to the moon and back again. To the vast expanses of the galaxy.

[hiddenqveendom]

* — a look at ... EISA THE DAMMNED ( vikings )

❝ they say she was cursed. damned. she chose to sacrifice herself to the gods, but her true fate was much worse than death …❞

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[glcriouspvrpose]

"Quit humoring her." Loki gave his sister a look as he walked into the room. He'd interrupted Eisa going on, animatedly, about the iguana in her arms and he could have seen Hela's shit-eating smirk a mile away. "Darling, can we just -- put that thing somewhere, please?" He gently waved his daughter off. "I need to talk to your aunt anyway." Loki made a face and picked her up from where she, and the damn iguana, were sitting on the table and waited until she skipped away to turn back to Hela. "This came after the gala." He handed her the letter from Odin, "Jane didn't want me to see it until she knew I wasn't going to try and murder everyone again, but he's paying an unannounced visit." Loki raised his gaze to meet hers. "I might kill him."

; @frostqueenhelax

[manwalksintobar]

if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf?  // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange

         dear ntozake,

I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes either cried too much or i’m abt to the cool war’s burnin up my retina again does poetry start where life ends? i know i’m supposed to be cool: i wear corrective lenses that feature high definition tragedy. baby in the dumpster       ethnic cleansing assassinations       multinational mergers i’m supposed to shake my head write a poem believe in ripples. but i ain’t cool. i emit inhuman noises i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash onto the imaginary tray i imagine going insane with a purpose and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary does poetry end where life begins? berkeley girl       black girl        red diaper baby born of the blood of the struggle but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81 nothing came between me and my calvins 10 yrs old       unpressed hair       playin beethoven readin madeleine l’engle       got scared in my pants when i heard this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’ in the black repertory group youth ensemble i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82 and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’

i wasn’t as good as her and i definitely wadn’t cool so i gave up drama and decided to bake soufflés zake you wda beat me up in the playground if we’da grown up together and you did eighth grade       ‘he dropped em’ at the regional oratorical competition i saw another fly honey rip it this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’ i was bleedin on the ground i became yours no more soufflés i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf my mama fania who was sweatin with you and raymond sawyer and ed mock and halifu osumare dancin on the grass       back in the day in you i found a groove never knew i had one like that did that monologue over and over alone in my room my bunk bed the proscenium arch 13 yrs old       screamin and cryin abt my kids gettin dropped out a window didn't know a damn thing about rivers but i knew abt my heart fallin        five stories you were never abbreviated or lower case to me you just pimped that irony that global badass mackadocious funkology you not only had hígado you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy

betsey brown on my godmother's couch nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake the love space demands had to be in brooklyn yr poems are invitations to live in yr body love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves no one cd find a category that was yr size blackety black but never blacker than thou you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of made profane into sacred but never formed a church sanctified women's lives whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex we were magical and regular you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona you left us the residue of yr lust left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity cuz you always fried it up in grease you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe you never read what the critics said and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows like everybody else in my family

but zake is poetry enuf?

i beg the question cuz you grew me up you    and adrienne kennedy     and anna deavere smith and all my mothers you blew out the candles on my 26th so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes and the world ain't so cool do you write a poem or a will?

like leroi jones said     if bessie smith had killed some white people she wouldn't have needed that music so do we all write like amiri baraka does or do we all get our nat turner on?

i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right do some real work and i really don't want to kill any white folk i mean     can we talk abt this maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin but i still got that will to uplift the race sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests this time we uplift the human race and i know the rainbow might be but is poetry enuf?

it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while if we do finally unload the canon clean it out stock up on some more colorful balls ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you? doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway? is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin? if ain't nobody readin it? can poetry keep a man     who can't read from droppin his kids out a window?

and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war in stanzas of eights when we've declared poetry a no fly zone? we have learned to protect it and its potential politics like a mother shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning (while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity like we're the United States or something)

if poetry is just poetry we save it from the conservatives but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?

is poetry enuf? cuz that's all i'm doin. makin up stories    on stage     on the page keepin the beat and that's all my friends are doin and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin

but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer will poetry be enuf?

my aunt angela says i can do my thang and keep swinging left hooks to oppression if i stay up stay into it stay involved just one form of praxis will do. it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two what's enuf?

shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva become a real power player but skip the talk show can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives and cooperatives and collaborations therapeutic communities that double as creative juggernauts a publishing house     a theatre where the plays cost less than the movies get the neighborhood coven back together take dance breaks in the cubicles sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow i ask you because you changed me zake you changed thousands of women and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk

i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff and i got nuttin but love for ya so that's why i gotta know i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book you've ever published they're open like fans marking pages with the flint of genius all i want is for this circle to grow so tell me:

is this where poetry and life are twins? i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you poetry seemed so useless and dingy next to all the bright red bad news but now that the poem is over i feel wide open like an infant of the spring just tell me how to feed this light to my responsibilities and poetry just might be enuf           love           eisa

[chthonicgodling]

okay so I don't know if this is in the realm of what you're in the mood of talking about BUT seeing that Loki was responsible for exploding thanatos (lol) I'm curious how well they knew each other ?? *if* they knew each other ??

ohHhhHh MARS LIKE I SAID I AM SO… SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS

this is going to be very, very, very long but before I jump behind a cut and answer your actual question, allow me to share & recap some crucial background information to paint the scene first for where we were - this was many years ago . Hmmm even this preamble is stupid long. I’m so sorry.

(OoC, around the year 2013 BUT our in-canon 5 year jump ahead took place in the middle of this duration so the actual in-canon year no longer matches up or— whatever)

the important refresher facts (and new info?) are, of course Loki falls into Elysium, the gang rehabs him, Loki comes around, sleeps around with the palace, ends up knocked up by Laphi with Fjöer; despite Loki briefly disappearing in panic he does eventually return (with… with an egg lmao) and this is NOT a crisis because Loki is learning to trust his new friends; Fjöer’s born —

Fjöer gets kidnapped to the mortal world. Loki relapses straight back into supervillainy and goes absolutely ballistic, torturing and almost murdering A Certain Key Player of A Certain Superhero Team while convinced he had something to do with it. He did not. Tory gets Fjöer back. To keep the peace in the mortal world, he promises that Loki will never, EVER leave the underworld again. To make this happen, Tory tricks Loki into eating the food of the dead, thus damning him to the Underworld in accordance with ancient magic laws. Loki (though feeling incredibly guilty) is horrified and enraged at this betrayal.

Loki proceeds to hack into the entire magical grid of the Underworld and recenters its magical essence TO HIM, now holding all the power of the whole realm in his very being and becoming the vessel for all those ancient magic binding rules so… now he can resume going wherever he pleases. This is SO dramatic that Tory fuckin rolls his eyes and gives the fuck up okay FINE LOKI YOU WIN just please don’t try to kill anyone again. ok deal:)

then our in-universe five year jump ahead takes place… now, approximately six and a half years after Loki first fell to Elysium —Loki’s just given birth to baby Rane; Tory is now heavily pregnant with his and Loki’s oopsie twins Eisa and Einmyria, it’s a high risk pregnancy made none the easier of the drama of that whole situation (long separate story). here we are. got it? good.

Now, your actual answer.

When Loki had first entered Elysium and was ~*bonding*~ with everyone, and unpicking the pieces of the trauma he’d gone through, slowly one by one the residents of the palace began to open up in very limited bits and pieces to Loki about their own tragic backstories. Curiously enough, EVERYONE’S tragic backstories centered mostly around this ONE individual, a mysterious evil god Thanatos who, Loki was informed, was currently imprisoned in Tartarus for the crime of kidnapping baby Neo, just before Loki had arrived.

Though everyone was kinda hesitant to share all the gory intimate details with this uhh, hostile stranger, as time went on and Loki opened up himself and everyone became friends Loki gathered more and more bits and pieces of info and found himself learning quite a bit about Thanatos. More than anything, Loki was taken aback by how much of an influence he’d had on so MANY lives, how much terror and fear he’d inflicted upon all these lovely people Loki had just met and kindave liked . Loki also was very alarmed by the thought of having such an alleged huge threat living in a jail cell like. Just next door. hello?!!! And… finally….. he also… didn’t really believe it was possible that one singular god could be so dangerous? Like, they’d successfully arrested him, soooo. What was even the big deal.

Cocky as ever, needing to have the upper hand, perhaps taking sick pleasure in the fact that everyone would be really, really mad if they found out what Loki was doing, BUT just mostly, curious like a feral horrible little cat - Loki snuck into Tartarus. He introduced himself to Thanatos, who seemed to be slightly delirious under the influence of Epi’s poison nightmares. Assessing the big scary legend of Thanatos before his eyes as not much of a threat at all, Loki decided to become fascinated with the thought of picking through his head…. And he figured it was best and harmless to do this under the guise of socializing. Loki FUCKING MADE FRIENDS WITH HIM.

He proceeded to secretly visit him in Tartarus about once a week for FIVE ENTIRE YEARS OF THAT JUMP.

What was the harm anyway? Though annoyed that Loki kept bothering him, Thanatos clearly had been put thoroughly out of commission and he didn’t really seem to have a real grasp on where he was or that Loki was not some sort of hallucination. Still, to be safe, eventually when Loki got pregnant with Rane, he temporarily stopped his visits, resuming them but briefly after she was born, before pausing again to deal with Tory’s pregnancy. In the meantime, through those gaps…

Loki’s cocky underestimating of Thanatos was in fact a fatal mistake, because the entire time they’d been together Thanatos had faked his delirium. Only ever saying just enough to keep Loki from detecting his whole ruse was a lie, while Loki was having fucking picnics Thanatos was studying the HELL out of him.

All that Underworld magic tangled up within him was accessible to Thanatos due to his own standing realm as God of Death, enmeshed into the Underworld himself - and without Loki detecting a thing, Thanatos spent five years discreetly SIPHONING out the powers to control the realm that Loki had amassed. Slowly but surely. Little bits, so that Loki wouldn’t notice.

During the double maternity leave, Thanatos from his jail cell managed to get ahold of Chal, who (VERY PRE EVERYTHING THIS WAS LIKE THREE YEARS BEFORE HER WHOLE THING) was loose in Tartarus trying to escape Ker again. Thanatos had now collected enough of the Underworld’s magic to track down the information about how to get the keys or whatever that locked him in. He sent Chal off to find that key and break him out. Eventually - Chal ✨did this.✨ Thanatos was now LOOSE, and they escaped together off the grid.

The palace discovered Thanatos was loose because, (secretly at this point), he now had a whole litany of magic abilities and he just started APPEARING in television screens and mirrors of the palace that November to give villainous speeches - clearly out of prison, clearly of his usual “sound mind”, and clearly making HUGE THREATS. The palace went into FULL LOCKDOWN panic and Epi and Loki - Tory was way too pregnant! - split up to go find him.

Loki found him (and Chal - what the fuck this was Thanatos’s kid??! This wobbly teenager?! Loki made a mental note to do something about that much later👀) immediately. In this confrontation, Thanatos played delirious again and Loki STILL WILDLY UNDERESTIMATING HIM, but slightly shaken at how panicked his friends at the palace were, made Thanatos promise to leave the palace alone in exchange for Loki not ratting him out and turning him in. Batting his eyelashes, Thanatos agreed. His own secret shield of magic he’d built successfully blocked out Loki’s built in lie detector - and, crucially, unwise to the tips and tricks of the Underworld, Loki did NOT make him swear an unbreakable oath. He,, took him at face value?!?! And flounced back to the palace to announce that he couldn’t find him but he probably would not cause any trouble.

And then Thanatos began to project himself into the palace.

You know Loki’s little clones? Haha since fucking when did Thanatos know how to do that?! Though these clones were not solid and he couldn’t lay a finger on anyone, he began to terrorize verbally everyone hiding within the palace, all the people he’d hurt - Maci. Eury. Hypnos. Hess. Bullied away again and again by Epi and Loki - keeping Tory far away, who again ahhhhh high risk pregnancy! - but coming back more and more, just over the span of mere hours, days, the palace began to break down into psychological torment - and the more time these Thanatos clones spent around Loki - the more he began to draw from him and. Oh god. Oh no. FEELING THE CHANGE, Loki realized what was happening. He realized what he’d done and enabled. In a rare moment of respite, He confessed. EVERYONE WAS FUCKING FURIOUS, just at his show of cocky hubris especially now that Loki, in increasing panic, was admitting that he’d grossly underestimated the danger of Thanatos and - LOKI, OH MY GODS, YOU DID THIS, FIX IT BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT. Thanatos was growing too powerful and Loki could no longer locate him oh my god oh my god oh nNOOO—

Unsure if Thanatos was copying his magic or fully DRAINING it away and, in horror suspecting the latter, Loki quickly began to formulate a plan with Epi. The Underworld magic he held within himself was meant to protect him and if he could somehow trigger that Defense mode into action, then surely that would be powerful enough to knock Thanatos out enough to— idk, figure it out from there? But how to trigger that? He and Epi began testing by fuckin attacking the shit out of Loki (after all this, Epi was more than happy to do this 😌) and letting that power indeed force field him back in retaliation so now it was just a matter of honing that to be stronger.

Before he could perfect it, Thanatos figured out how to make a partially solid clone, and straight from the balcony of the palace, kidnapped - um. a certain nymph of great importance to Loki (staring directly at the camera bc…. you know,, but this, is in progress due to Circumstances and may change, not important who this is rn!) OKAY WELL NO MORE TIME TO WASTE GO GET THIS FUCKING BASTARD NOW — Epi used dreams to find where [redacted] was being kept and they went on the attack.

But this was a trap - luring Loki there was all according to plan, because what Loki didn’t account for in his tests was how his defense magic would react to going up against ANOTHER budding vessel of the Underworld. And when Thanatos - who HAD figured this out - attacked him, that power rushed back — and Thanatos caught it.

AND TOOK IT.

draining Loki of almost everything within him and ✨also stabbing him✨ Thanatos now fucking controlled all the magic of the Underworld AND THAT INCLUDED THE ELYSIUM BARRIER. He collapsed the barrier that kept him physically out of the palace and went straight there, Epi tearing after him, Loki weakened and dying and collapsed in a heap. He broke into the palace - trapped Epi into a little bubble barrier of magic that he couldn’t get out of - and in a scene of utter chaos proceeded to get to attack Maci, Hess - Icy in the playroom before Meli managed to shield the rest of the kids away - Eury, in front of Epi - Tory, pregnant and hidden away was next once he found him and —

Loki reappeared.

The Underworld’s magic had bound himself to HIM. It was intwined within his bones, his genes. He’d done the work, laid the spells, it was loyal to HIM and not the leech who’d torn it from him.

Thanatos uncontrollable and unstoppable, his full unhinged reign of carnage, in his absolute peak hysterical villainy - it had been so long, so many attempts, he was completely insane unraveled by this point - screaming and GLOATING and grinning and advancing - stopped suddenly in his tracks as Loki staggered in the hallway and reached out to him. Bleeding out, Loki understood very very well now the threat that Thanatos really was and always had been.

The Underworld’s magic felt Loki reach for it with a snarl. And it stretched out to return to the vessel it properly belonged in…… all at once.

Thanatos exploded.

*twirls hair* and so Umm. in short..,,, um. yeah.

they knew each other. :)

[wooahaeruby]

Tristen when I catch you tristen.... ISTG. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also, oh god, the timing is truly impeccable because just two days ago I had watched Black Widow movie and since, you know the opening credit scene song? smells like teen spirit, that song became my hyper fixation and since then I have this song on loop and watched the movie once again this afternoon.

Fuck, along with mouse my heartbeat was going haywire, because the shit she went through, that is insane and although I know their intention was good and worry, they accidentally scared her and I think she will be scarred from this for a good long time :(((( and please please PLEASE let these 14 be happy or else I will and all the readers will go batshit crazy and I will fr start acting like a runaway patient from asylum.

ANYWAYS, I hope you are having an amazing day, thank you so much for taking time out to write despite your busy schedule.

My eisa :((( please be happy as well, oh god I have this urge to hug him so bad, since that movie is my new hyper fixation., I am waiting for the second version where they talk more about the red room, but I donʼt think it might be possible, but then again, we don’t know yet.

My lovely editors, have an amazing day as well, and I hope all of you enjoyed your time at dc concert. 💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️💗💗💗⭐⭐

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Hi, you caught me at, like, the best time to reply because I don't wanna do anything. I have COVID LOL

Replying to stuff under the cut!!

The movie was decent, I do have hopeful plans to make a little spin off of Minghao and Jun but I have so much on my metaphorical writing plate already that it's gonna be a while. Maybe I'll do a small series of other spin offs for all the SVT BSH world. Who knows.

I will say, this story should only have the pain of recovery going forward and the moving forward aspect of recovery. It's going to be a little heart breaking but nothing as bad as what I've written so far.

i'm still trying to write everyday but because I'm sick, it's a little hard. I tried yesterday but I was so tired that I just didn't want to before I had to go and do stuff. I hope all is well with you!

When I was writing all the guys' little backstory things, I was like, damn, some of these gotta be worse than just stealing and shit, so you see DK's in a previous chapter with Mouse. Now you know Mingyu's and Minghao's. Soon you'll learn Seungkwan's~

We had a great time at the concert, I made a post about it if you wanna go and read it under the wooahaeruby stuff tag!

However, our lovely editor is sick too, we both have COVID. Wish us luck!

[satanic-beast]

I'm so damn proud of you, Bael. Eisa represents your little world and anyone can feel it. You are a wonderful big brother, I knew it all along.

[thewhizzyhead]

ngl because of all the warriors talk here with it inherently being activism-spirited and how the people here engage with socio-political analyses, I've been more willing to talk about my activism again both inside and outside of tumblr and actually returning to studying the theory! So that's cool! Thank God for Eisa davis!!

[glcriouspvrpose]

"Don't talk to it," Loki said to Klara that morning when she came to pick Ella up. He nodded to his own daughter who was currently lying facedown, making muffled noises against the floor. "This is what I've been dealing with all morning because I said that damn thing's not coming with us to the wedding and therefore does not need a matching flower girl dress -- excuse me, darling." Loki gently moved Ella, who'd been sitting on his lap watching Eisa with a concerned look on her face, so he could walk over to her. "Eisa. Get. Up." He nudged her, but she didn't budge and he rolled his eyes. "You know, I should just not let Edward sign the papers and ship her back to Asgard. Or Jotunheim at this point. I'm done." He came back over to his best friend, voice lowered. "I thought she meant an actual cookie not that fucking thing."

; @klarafromasgard

[queen-scribbles]

So the Valkorion part of the fight was rough...

[cosmiclvex]

Loki felt the air in the room around them get colder and he almost flinched when she reached for his hand, but he didn't — because this was Klara, she's his best friend, and it's fine and he needs to get Odin out of his head. He sighed and let her pull him to her, immediately burying his head against her. "I don't know. Edward said it was my decision and he'd support me no matter what I chose to do, but I know he wants it. Even if it's like a .1 percent, I know some part of him does. And I don't know if I could even..." Get rid of it. He couldn't even say it. Loki let out another breath. "I'm going to talk to my mother. Right now, you and Edward are the only ones that know. Well, outside the palace doctors." He paused, gaze darkening somewhat as he looked at her. "What I need you to do is make sure they stay quiet. You have the acting king's permission to do whatever you need to ensure that."

Thankfully, Odin woke up a few days later and they left Asgard before he even had to see him. Unfortunately, it all went to hell when they got back. His husband was at work, so Loki was occupying the home office, an arrangement of paperwork from Asgard and SHIELD over the desk. He looked up when Klara walked in. "Hi. The girls are upstairs. Well, ours are," he added, nodding to Morgan who was curled up and asleep on his lap, having not left his side since it happened. "This is all such a damn mess," he breathed as he soothingly ran a hand through Morgan's curls. Loki leaned back, careful not to disturb her, but winced when he shifted her away from his abdomen. He glanced up at Klara and shrugged, aware she’d likely noticed. "I can't do it. I can feel her magic like I can Eisa's and I can't do it. So...we're not telling anyone that I don't want to tell. I can hide it at the tower and in Asgard."

With Loki being sick, Klara took it upon herself to ensure everything ran smoothly in his absence. And putting Odin's council in their place was definitely something she looked forward to more and more. She was sitting in the library, as usual, making sure no law would escape her mind when she heard her best friend walk in. "Lo..." she looked up at him, seeing the state of him. Whatever his ailment was, it really did a number on him and Klara hoped he wasn't going to pass it on her. Which, as it turned out, he wasn't going to. "Oh..." she opened her mouth to say something but no words left her mouth for a good second. This was definitely not what she expected Loki to say. But one look at him and the fact that he couldn't even say out loud what was happening told Klara everything she needed to know about where his mindset was at right now. "Come here," she gently tugged at his hand to bring him closer and wrapped her arms around Loki. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "What do you need me to do?"

[eisa96]

I don't know which character that is been widely misunderstood or based on stereotypes, Taichi or Yamato?