#her headpiece made me suffer

[fioweress]

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𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓯𝓮

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @moonlightholland22​

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐍𝐚’𝐯𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 (𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ! ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x Tayrangi ! ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Death to child birth, past angst, reader isn’t very bright at first, age gap (Jake is 36 and reader is 22) 

Author’s note: I made Jake widowed for the fic to make sense, I hope this was to your liking :)

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Jake had lost his Mate due to child birth, Neytiri was having a hard time delivering their last child Tuk. This birth was harder than the other times before, their was complications and their was only a chance that one would live. Jake had asked for Neytiri to be saved if anything, but Neytiri had chosen for Tuk to be the one to live. In the end, Tuk was the one that had been saved instead Neytiri. Her finals words to her mate was that loved him and their children, then passed on to Eywa. The children were divested by the lose of their mother and Jake had lost his mate. Their was no one to blame, this was natural death that most newly or experience mothers suffer. 

During the funeral on his mate, Jake held onto his new born child Tuk. He promised himself that he will love and cherish his children just as his mate did. Tuk was not to blame for this, no one was to blame but Eywa. No one knew why she did the things she did.

Time has passed, Jake was still grieving over his loss, he did not show it but his children knew better. They were also mourning the loss of their mother, but they knew that she would have not want them to be sad all the time. That night their was a ceremony and guests from another clan were coming over, so they had to attended the ceremony. Jake did not have the energy to go, but since he is to be the next reader, he had too.

The ceremony had began and the guests had arrived, they had been greeted by the clan as they stepped in. Jake wasn’t paying much attention until he spotted you. He did not stop staring at you as you had walked in with your parents, you were between Ikeyni and Tsentey. Who would of thought the most scary looking leader’s would create such beauty of a daughter. For sure you’d be their clan’s next Olo'eykte. 

During the whole ceremony, Jake did not stop looking at you like at all. his whole attention was on you. He noticed how nice you were to everyone, he thought you’d be like your mother or father but you were the complete opposite. Even though you had the same intimating white and red body paint with the bone headpiece. You honestly looked more angelic then scary, as if you were a gift from Eywa. 

You had been dancing with the other Na’vi, until you notice toruk makto looking at you. So you decided to pull him for a dance, so you went over to him and got a hold of his hands. “Come dance with me” you said with a smile, while Jake tried to refuse “no no it’s fine” he insisted but you weren’t having it, you then pulled him all the way to were the other na’vi’s were to dance. The whole dance you did not take your eyes off him and neither did him with you. 

After that night, Jake could not stop thinking of you, he then had asked your parents permission to court you, which they allowed. So he had began to see you more, you’d also had come to the Omaticaya village to see Jake, you had met his children who were just the sweetest kids you’ve ever met. You have been around children but just loved to meet people. As the time had passed he began to grow feelings towards you, like you did with him. You and Jake had got closer to the point that he had asked if you’d considered mating with him.

You accepted since he’d be your first ever mate, so again Jake went to your parents to get their blessing in allow you both to mate. Both Ikeyni and Tsentey had no issue in letting you mate with Jake, so again they allowed this to happen, but their was one thing you had to take into consideration. His children will and always have mother, and you would never replace that mother hey had. You accepted this since you already knew about the lose of Jake’s first mate. So before you and Jake could mate, it would be best to talk to the children about your relationship. The children understood the situation and they had no problem having you around since you were nice t them, so you technically got their blessings. So then you and Jake finally mated before Eywa.

At first your parents weren’t sure if they wanted you to leave, since you were their only child and not mention princess. You had promised that you’d come to visit them. When you had arrived to the hut you were greeted by the family who had been waiting for you to arrive. You had brought some of things with you, but their was two many things you had brought. Some na’vi had come with you to carry some of your things. Jake then talked to you about just having a few things here and the rest back home so when you went to visit, your stuff would be their. You agreed then send the Na’vi away back to home with your remaining things.

That was when Jake began to see more of you, you weren’t good with some domestic things. Such as cooking, hunting, or keeping the house in order. Turns out that you were basically pampered your whole life, both Ikeyni and Tsentey basically did everything for you. You were practically royalty. You may not have been good in those things, but you were great with the children. Most of your time you’d spend them playing with them all day until they got tired or hungry. You fed them fruit, but they needed more then just fruit.

So Jake had began to teach you how to use a bow and arrow, at first you didn’t want to since you didn’t find the point of it, until Jake explained how it is to hunt for food, so you began to learn. It was a bit hard at first but then you got the hang of it. When you’d manage to catch something, you’d get very happy seen that you did it. Next thing to teach you was cooking, you had seen your mother cook before so you knew a bit but just never did it yourself. So when Jake had began to teach you, it was tricky since you’d sometimes burn your finger. It was like teaching a child at first but you managed. You got the hang of things, you began hunting and cooking on your own, to you it was fun to do since you were doing new things. It made you happy seeing that you were able to do things for your mate and the kids. 

As the kids began to grow up, they had loved you like a parents, it was as if Eywa had sent them a mother, it’s true that you will never replace Neytiri, but they loved you as much as she did. You were always their for them, specially when they had began to go into teens, you knew that they were at an age where they needed guidance. You were very affectionate towards them, you never picked favorites since you just loved all of them equally. You never did favorites of any kind, it didn’t matter if one was more skilled then the other, you loved them all as if they were your own children.

At the beginning you’d be referred to by your name, but eventually they began to call you Mom. It was Tuk who had started to call you mom since she saw you as such, that night you had cried while telling Jake about Tuk calling you mom. Since then all the kids began to also call you mom. That made you even more happy knowing that they saw you as a mother, you knew that you will never replace their first mother, but you knew that the kids saw you as such. 

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Mermaids Tale - Chapter 1

Alright here we go. First chapter of Mermaids Tale, I think i already mentioned but this story deserves a better title, but we'll stick with it for the sake of ceasing any confusion.

As mentioned in my latest post, I'm adjusting the ML to post the whole storyline of MT, I must...its really quite good and when you read the buildup and the history of the characters, its good. For those of you that want just the good stuff, i'll post ONE chapter of the first smut encounter, just one. This story has alot of smut, among other genres. So there will the best of both worlds here.

Pairings: Heeseung and you

Warnings: Not a whole lot. Mentions of nudity but that's about it.

Summary: Noooooooooooooo....just know, that MT Heeseung is really...sexy. This storyline contains a cat and mouse chase type of thing going on. Lots of hunter and fleeing prey vibes.

Side note, i think they finally fixed my tumblr because posting is alot less of a pain. Seriously, the chapters i've posted so far for each series, some of the grammar errors and structure errors are bc this thing would not let me copy and paste, i had to like re-write each paragraph into the box as i was looking at the draft. So there may have been alot of typos and stupid mistakes in those, apologies.

The sound of the busy city buzzes in your ears as you monopolize through the crowds.

Passing by a line of shops and rows of canopy tents of casual eatery, you keep a hollow face as you remain hidden beneath the bill of your hat. You strut through, strategically making way towards the path of a shorter route leading to your home.

Your hair lays bundled up under your headpiece, eyes remain forward under the hovering cloth, and your body’s form, out of sight and beneath a large sweatshirt. The lengthy shape of your legs made out by the fitted jeans that cover them, and the slight exposure of soft skin on your forearms, revealed by slightly rolled sleeves, remain as your sole identifiable features that are seen.

Carrying out your habitual trend of hiding beneath cloth, and shadow when traveling hasn’t been the most pleasant routine.

However, throughout the course of events in earlier years, you’ve learned and been warned of, the dangers against you. For each time you leave shelter, you place yourself at risk of exposing yourself and suffering the unimaginable, putting an end to your bloodline.

The fate of your bloodline, as mentioned, solely relies on you. Carrying the task of preserving it comes with dire responsibilities and measures, something that you have been doing for many years, yet still haven’t grown entirely used to.

You turn around a corner leading into a marketplace alley. It’s a shortcut you normally take to get back home, saving you a half hour from walking among crowds, which never made you feel easy. Not after you learned of your secret.

The moment you projected the turn, the owner of one of the food tents accidently bumps into you, as he was making his way to customers bringing them hot jasmine tea.

His body was forced back from the impact, as was yours. The ceramic dishes that were neatly staged on the platter fall and shatter on the stone tile. The young man peeks up through recovered squinted eyes and sees that the contents of the teapot had sullied your entire sleeve.

Noticing the color of the material becoming darker from the splash, his face grew into great concern when he saw the skin on your arm glisten at the reflection of a nearby streetlight.

The vapors emerging from your arm are noticeable, as well as the blotches of the bright red shade that takes over the natural hue of your pigment, and the stunning glow you were born with.

He begins apologizing theatrically and calls out to the neighboring canopy owners.

A group of elderly shop owners come to attend to the wound on your arm, suppressing the discoloration with wet cloths and ice. One woman runs back inside her boutique to find a first aid kit, while the others remain in a frenzy as they place effort into treating the burn.

But there was no burn, at least in a somatosensory manner, not visually.

You reassure them that you’re fine, despite their urging in taking you to a hospital. You softly shake your head and thanked them for their care, you further your efforts in convincing them by smiling and waving, appearing as jovial as possible while you continue your way through the alley.

As a child, you didn’t realize that your inability to feel physical touch, vibration, or any sensation for that matter, was really something to be concerned of. Truth be told, you still don’t. In fact, you prefer it that way. Regardless of countless moments where teachers, friends, and family all grew concern over your “defect”, you personally found it convenient.

You would be lying to yourself if you deny ever being curious on what it is like, to feel temperature, roughness, pressure, tickle, itch, pain, pleasure, cloth, skin, and tingle. But you realize that whatever it was that you were missing, you couldn’t possibly be yearning for it if you’ve never experienced it. As depressing that may sound, your “defect” saved yourself the emotional traumas of pain and sadness, which is something you had no problems feeling.

It started when you were six, after your dog Lucy had passed away. You were sad because you missed her greeting you, the way she kept you company and played outside, and the sound of her adorable whines whenever she wanted a doggy treat. You developed a bond with her out of pure emotion because the times that she licked your face, when you pet and rubbed her ears or her belly, or when you held her in your arms, it wasn’t possible to develop any fondness out of the physical compassions of love for her. You never felt it.  Which somehow, you believe, may have placed limitations on the strength of your bond with her. Since everything you felt was out of pure emotion, the number of traits that would cause your grief was limited, therefore you were able to accept her loss much faster.

There were other times too, like the moments where your friends would experience a broken heart or betrayal at the discretion of a loved one. Events such as this is what made you the most grateful. After witnessing the times when a dear friend would come to you for comfort, shattered by the hands of a man who used and abandoned her, you came to understand that the degree of her sadness and heartbreak was enhanced due to her physical relation with that man. Thankfully for you, you could only imagine, not that you would.

You found it very disturbing that regardless of how many times your friend had experienced the ruthless abandonment of her lover, all conducted after a session of sexual intimacy. No matter how many times he left her, she would always welcome him back with open arms, enabling him to do it all over again. Whenever you had asked her why she would even permit herself to let him in again, her response was the sealant of any curious thought you had in the sense of touch.

“I know he’s going to leave, and I wasn’t going to. But then he kissed and hugged me, and I just couldn’t help it, I needed to feel him again. Have you ever gone without sex for weeks Y/N? Its brutal! I got desperate.”

Her words drifted through your brain. What would she have said if you had divulged the fact that, regardless of you being 109 years old, you never had sex. You heard from friends you made along the way of their experiences, and quite frankly, it never appealed to you. It may just be one of those moments where the coined term “you had to have been there” applies heavily to it, which of course, wouldn’t matter for you. The loss of the sense wasn’t just limited to your skin, it was internal as well. You recall the time when you nearly had a close call in exposing your secret.

It was while you were with a group of co-workers, the lot of you all deciding to have lunch at a sushi bar. A moment of carelessness resulted in everyone being confused when the waiter brought out the tea and poured it into each of your cups. You were the first to drink, and upon noticing you sipping from your cup, a fellow co-worker across follows suit and takes a sip.

The sound of the cutlery clashing, the blood curling scream, and smaller dishes shattering on the floor, overfilled the entire restaurant as she jumped up and covered her mouth. The tears streamed down her face as she shouts for ice and water, the remaining group stood off to the side with puzzling looks.

“Too hot! My mouth is burning!”

She panicked as her mouth begin to blister and her lips turned red.

“Why didn’t you let it cool down?”

“I thought it was already cooled down! I saw Y/N drink from her cup, so I thought it was okay!”

The poor girl exhausting her sobbing words as she popped ice cubes in her mouth, desperately trying to relieve herself from the burn.

The group looked your way, they also noticed your lips were bright red, and now that you think about it, you may have had blisters in your mouth as well, but how were you to know?

You played off that whole experience by telling them that you had a damaged nerve syndrome. That’s been your go-to excuse for as long as you could remember, there was no other way other logic that you could use for moments like that one.

You finally make it to your apartment.

Looking down at your arm, you noticed the redness was beginning to swell a bit, ironic that you couldn’t feel the pain from injuries such as this, yet you were susceptible to the damage it would cause. Everything has its ups and downs you suppose.

Migrating to your bedroom, you glanced over to the all the vintage photos of your mother, father, and your siblings.

Managing life by changing your name every decade, relocating, and cutting off ties with friendly relations after a certain amount of time had passed, it wasn’t easy for you to succumb to emotional moments of loneliness. Your life was always moving, nothing was constant or stable, at least not for too long. The only time when you would feel saddened was whenever you looked at the photos of your family, who have all been passed away for years already. The remaining relatives you had from your brother and his wife, your cousins, nieces, and nephews fully remain unaware of your existence, there was no way you could explain that, while they were significantly younger, your appearance had remained unchanged since the year you turned 22. The moment you blossomed into a young woman, no longer having the pre-mature attributes of a girl, you were at your true feminine form and had remained as such. Just like your mother.

A flashback drives past your mind for a moment, you remembered it so vividly.

“Y/n, do you want to join us? We’re doing game night.”

Your younger brother implores you to join, and normally you would, but tonight was different.

“No thanks Matthew, I want to go out for a night walk on the beach. Tell mom and dad I’ll be back after a bit.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to come with? I don’t think mom likes it when you go out by yourself, remember? She said that a 15-year-old girl should never be out on her own in an unfamiliar place.”

“I’ll be fine, this is private property, and the beach is just right across from the house. I’ll be back in an hour.”

At that, you left the old beach rental your family reserved for the trip to Greece. It was your first time there and it became your favorite place in the world. There was something about the land and the Aegean Sea that surrounded it. It gave you a feeling of familiarity, the same sense someone would get when they go home for the first time in many years. It was nostalgic. Yet, that wasn’t the only thing that made you feel sentimental.

You didn’t know why, but up until that year you pondered the puzzling fact that, while your defect inhibited you to feel physically, there was something about the ocean that contradicted that.

You had found out about it initially when you were 7-years old, your family took a trip to a beach nearby home. The hot sand was too much for your family, and they knew it wouldn’t affect you since the family doctor was the one that initially told your parents of your “nerve damage”.

Despite hearing their calls to you, bidding you to stay put with them, you ignored their yells and ran to the shallow waters. It was the first time you had ever seen the ocean, and you were attracted to its appeal the way magnets attract iron.

With your feet stepping into the water, you were shocked to realize that there was something transpiring. There was a sensation that you’ve never experienced before, and you didn’t know what to call it. Looking back, you know now that it was the temperature of the water. Yes, the temperature. Not only that, but the swirling whirlpool swishing around your ankles, the wet sand riding in between your toes, the jagged tips and points of rocks and seashells, and the feel of the gravitational pull as the water receded, only to return at your feet once more when another rolling wave had hit.

For the first time, you had felt the powerful sense of touch.

You never mentioned the experience to your family, there wasn’t any particular reason, you just felt content that you were able to experience the sensation for once. But you quickly realized that your ability to feel only occurred when you were in the water. The ocean waters.

You exit through the back kitchen door, skipping towards the shallow waves. The rental was just far enough from the water, a single person such as yourself walking amongst the wet sands couldn’t be seen easily at night. But you weren’t concerned at all, there was absolutely no one in sight and that’s how you preferred it, because now you’ll be able to freely express your joy once you reach the shallow waves.  

The moment the water rushed over your skin; you rediscover the sense of touch once more.

Of all things in this earth for you to feel, you were eternally grateful that it was the ocean. You felt as equally grateful as you breached the waters belonging to the beautiful Aegean Sea. It was the first time you get to experience water that was foreign, exotic, and mystical, much different than the local beaches back home.  

Before placing our feet in, you took a second to watch the bubbles of the sea foam riding the waves. It was so pretty to look at. The foam resembled white clouds as the bubbles looked like crystals, reflecting twinkles of glistening light reflected by the moon. Assorted pastel color prisms coated each bubble as you watched them roll back into the sea for the next wave.  

You walk along the shallow end, kicking your feet to create small splashes as you twirl in your summer dress. Apart from the sense of touch, nothing ever changed your experience in the water, up until a feeling hit you. It was a sensation you didn’t recall feeling in the water before, but it stung with a vengeance. You couldn’t put your finger on what was happening, but you knew based off your recollections of witnessing similar reactions with other people, the sensation you felt was the first in your life.

Pain.

The overwhelming reaction of having to feel pain for the first time caused you to collapse, the stinging sensation grew worse. You panicked. Unable to fathom what was going on, your mind tried to process at the sensation you were succumbing to. Drowning with confusion and fear, you realized that, unlike the waters back home, there was something about the waters belonging to the Aegean Sea, and your body was reacting to it.

Fear and shock took over your emotional senses, covering the unpleasant sense of physical pain as legs grew weak, too weak.

The stinging hit every inch of your legs from the hip down, and for a moment you wondered if you had been stung by jellyfish or perhaps bitten by a poisonous sea snake.

To your horror, you screamed as you looked down at your legs, finding that you no longer had them. Not anymore.

Instead, they were replaced with a long, graceful tail and fin. You shuttered in fear, noting that the lower half of your body was now covered with fish scales.

You couldn’t move from the sandy spot you were laying in. Your panic heightened as you attempt to use your upper body strength to crawl away from the water, but the pull of the waves as the tides rolled in enabled the receding sand to sink you down, practically gluing you stuck and your lower half remaining in the water.

As the currents grew stronger, and no one in sight to hear or see you, your body was slowly but surely getting pulled in deeper into the water.

Each wave dragged you in deeper, your whole body was nearly entrenched in the shallow water, yet it was becoming easier to move, so long as you were going in the direction of the deep end. You felt exhausted from fighting against the waves, so you laid there in defeat. Your wet hair was plastered all over your face, the transformation of your lower extremities caused the ruffle lining of your dress to shred.

Noticing that the stinging pain was no longer present, you closed your eyes and found comfort in feeling the soothing sensation of the water showering your entire body. The feeling that you normally enjoyed.

You closed your eyes and laid your cheek down on the wet sand before you, not sure if you just needed a break or if you had entirely given up and assumed you were going to die in that spot. Within seconds after closing your eyes, another wave rolls in, covering you entirely. As it pulls back, revealing every shell and rock that laid thickly underneath the sand, the raging current drags you one final time, fully submerging you in the water.

The feeling, opposed to what you felt moments earlier, was beyond amazing. Even though the temperature of the water was cooler, you felt warm and secured. The swooshing of the current wraps around you and glides against your skin.

Your whole body felt the touch of everything around you. The pale silver scales glowed contrasted against the shadowed depth around you. Considering how dark it was underneath the surface, your view was as clear as glass. Everything you laid your eyes on, you were able to see its finer details, no matter how small or large it was.

You could hear the echo calling of whales, even though they were meters from where you were at. It appeared that not only did you gain the sense of touch by being in the water, but your other senses remain unimpaired. They actually seemed enhanced under water.

As tempted as it was to savor the environment you were in, you started to get worried that your mother would come look for you, especially since your time outside was breaching the final moments of the hour. Though you weren’t entirely sure how you would go see her in the state you were in.

You swam back to the shoreline, although it didn’t feel like swimming, more like gliding. You found it was so easy to move in the water, and you were moving in a speed that you’ve never was faster than any moving car you rode in.

Beaching yourself as you reached the shoreline, you turn to admire the pale-silver color of your tail.

The fin was large and fanned out, the skin that stretched over the frame was semi-transparent, and it glistened with a sheer blend of pastel colors, the same as the seafoam. Two spurs outlined the out corners of the fin as it branched out, they were long, and the tips of them were sharper than any knife you’ve seen.

The scales on your tale all looked like nacre, or simply known as Mother-of-Pearl, reflecting the wide hue of colors to bounce off the silver base. The amount of scales lessened just past your pelvic bone, revealing the skin you were familiar with. Had there been more time you would have removed your dress to see how much had changed with your upper body if it did change. Yet you became more focused on figuring a way to get out of the water, then coming up with an explanation for your appearance.

Moving was hard, compared to how it was in the water, now that you had laid ashore it felt nearly impossible. Finding yourself stuck yet again, the only manner to get farther away from the water was to crawl using your upper body. Digging your elbows into the murky sand, you struggled to find some level of stable foundation as you felt yourself sinking in.

Noticing the partial burial of large rocks all around, you reached for the exposed surfaces, grabbing on to the points and edges. Using the moment of your body to shift in the direction you needed to go, you exhausted every effort by using whatever means necessary to get further up, closer to your destination. The sense of touch begins to fade out, disappearing the further you move away from the water. A bittersweet exchange.

Finally, you reached the dry mounds of sand. Grabbing a handful, you watch as the spilling of dry granules seeps in between your fingers, feeling a sense of accomplishment. You moved upward just a tad bit more, ensuring no part of you, to include the tail, was touching water.

You come to a sudden halt as a familiar sensation hits you. Odd, since you were no longer touching the water, yet the stinging all throughout your lower half re-emerges, and you could feel it just as strongly as you had in the water. You turned over onto your back and saw all the dry granules of sand that coated the scales of your tail. Witnessing the metamorphosis happening before your own eyes, you watched as the beige hue of the sand and the rainbow explosion of color from the scales begin to transform. The merging of colors gradually fades into a hue that matches your skin, while the two long spurs at the corners of your fin begin to recede.

Beginning at the inner triangular tip in the center of your fin, the skin separates, and continues up along the center of your tail, regaining the shape and length of your legs.

Was that all it took? Dry land? Or just being out of the water…these waters.

You didn’t tell your parents what happened that night, you didn’t know how. For the longest time, you wondered if it had been a dream or some type of hallucination. Yet the memory of feeling the water, listening to the whales, and re-visualizing the clarity of your sight, you knew that it was neither.

[cynopoe]

🌓 and 🌙!

Hii 🥰 thank you so much for the ask. I went on a small ramble, sorry about that!

Again it’s for Ambrosia. I think she is the one you are most familiar with.

🌗 - How much does your OC care for their appearance? Are they vain? Are they well-dressed or strictly utilitarian?  

Oh!! So glad you asked this. I am so happy to talk about this again!

Ambrosia’s life, and in turn her appearance is something I think of in three phases. During her youth, before she came to Sumeru to attend Akademiya she would dress herself in line with the trends of Khaenrian nobles: long square fabrics, galaxy themes, furs to fight off the coldness of the sunless land. It is as expected of a young girl of her status. Devoid of any sense of self, it serves its purpose: to show her nobility and beauty.

When she came to call Sumeru her home she made conscious effort to adapt to the local style. She covers her hair with sheer veils over beaded headpieces, lines her eyes with surma, layers her skirts over her shalwars, puts henna on her feet and hands etc. It is all in effort to blend in and to belong to the land and to culture. To be able to call it hers as well. These outfits are her own choices but also somewhat clumsy attempts of a girl trying something out, and trying to find herself in her appearance. In the core she is cosplaying something she is really not while hoping it would turn to be genuine. I made some changes to the Sumeru outfits to fit more into what I knew as Islamic clothing growing up with the stories and lessons of Ottoman Empire. Self indulgent once again, I know. I wanted to see parts of myself in this character and in this cultural blend (and I’m saying this very generously) of Sumeru region. It is obscure enough to let me work around the canon material. Me and my fellow Turkish friends had a blast trying to come up with fits for her.

After she departs from Sumeru to wander around the overworld of Tevyat, she, with a newfound sense of belonging to a land she cannot ever return to, embraces the symbols of Khaenriah once again. Darker blue, purple, black fur. The Khaenriah star on her chest. Her outfits are less ornate and more to-the-point to fit her nomad lifestyle. Even then some aspects of Sumeru stayed with her; like the surma of her eyes and her belts, which also serves a purpose to be the holster to her weapons.

🌙 - If given the chance, what is one thing about their life your OC would change permanently? 

Ahh. So much. I think if she had a choice she would prefer to be born in a different city. It would save her much heartbreak had she been born in, lets say, Sumeru or Fontaine. She would not be the woman she grew up to be but ignorance is bliss after all. No amount of knowledge justifies her endless suffering.

[somblog]

workin' on tomboy fox girl

I'm on hiatus but here are some thoughts on Kiriko as I work on her.

i think she's a little over-designed (her headpiece + ponytail that makes her head look like a fox, interesting, but silly) but I'm coming around to her. I took the fox headpiece off but kept the ears. Also made her teeth pointy and gave her some freckles, I think the fox design elements could be distributed around more subtly.

She's a wall climbing ninja so i decided to give her some upper body strength. That's one of the design elements I loved from Jett's old model from Valorant. I rolled her sleeves up a little more so she could show off her guns.

"Hey, wanna get beat up?" - Kiriko Overwatch

Trying not to go overboard with it but I got a neat driver that flexes her bicep when you bring her forearm in.

Kiriko unfortunately suffers from "no ass." Truly the days of the "Blizzard ass" are behind us, pun intended.

Compared to D.Butt's butt:

No dva stop. She's dead already.

I'm fine with Kiriko's wall ass, its different.

D.Va knows her ass is better.

I actually like that she's taller than D.Va. D.Va's too cocky that she's taller than Lucio and needs to be brought down a notch. I feel like Kiriko and D.Va have nothing in common. D.Va probably doesn't "get" the shinto fox spirit stuff and probably feels a little competitive towards her for her friendship with Genji and Hanzo

Hmm, Japanese furry-adjacent fox girl tomboy with a sweet tooth? Yea, I'm thinking she doesn't shave.

Gonna show some restraint for once and not give her abs.

instead she's gonna have back muscles.

She's a Tekken fan, (probably). The Kunimitsu mask makes me feel like Kiriko would make a great chaotic good villain before she joins Overwatch. We're not doing that cute shit where her mask sits on the side of her head or whatever.

Thinking of giving her some shoulder markings like Catadora but I'm running out of steam.

Some final details. Giving her some dresses and heels, bc there's something about the gapmoe of tomboys in heels and skimpy dresses. i dunno, its neat.

As an aside I found a stable diffusion textual embedding of Kiriko whilst navigating its endless rentry documents. Blender + SD inpainting is incredibly powerful.

I also rigged her a, uh, friend. Don't read too much into it.

[bleuhisteria]

Deus Ex Machina|| Aizawa x Reader Chapter 3

Finding one's place in the right place and the right time is like a cosmic dance of destiny, where the universe conspires to guide us to our true path, unveiling the harmony that exists when our purpose aligns with the perfect moment.

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Filled with a surge of excitement, I fled, driven by the newfound determination sparked by Power Loader's words. The support department at UA had become my resolute choice.

As I collapsed onto my bed, my room radiated a vibrant energy, infused with the lingering thrill of our encounter. But as time passed, a subtle unease crept in, questioning the impulsiveness of my decision.

Almost forgotten, the promise I made to myself resurfaced—no more tinkering with machines, no more inventing. Somewhere along middle school, my spirit had been shattered.

Raising my hand up in the air, I gazed at my palm, my vision darkened a flash of vibrant crimson startled me, causing me to sit up abruptly, releasing myself from the illusion. Clasping my hands together near my chest, I trembled with fear, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

"It's okay, no one suffered grave injuries... I'm fine... it wasn't our fault..." I reassured myself, seeking solace in the truth.

"(N/N) dear, I brought you lunch." My mother's voice broke through my trance as she stood at the door, surprised to find it open. She offered me a warm smile and entered, placing the tray on my bed.

Grateful for her kind gesture, I returned the smile and expressed a quick thank you before reaching for the sandwich she had prepared. "It's delicious," I declared with happiness.

She beamed, gently patting my hair. "I'm glad you like it. Will you join us for dinner tonight?" she asked, her eyes pleading with mine.

Unable to refuse her, I nodded silently and took another bite of my sandwich. As she rose and left the room, I contemplated what to do for the next few days before my letter from UA arrived...

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A few days later, my letter from UA arrived, confirming my failure in the initial assessment. However, there was a glimmer of hope within the disappointment. Since I had performed well in the mock exam and left my secondary course choice blank, the letter offered me the opportunity to select a different course. Remembering my previous encounter with Power Loader, I had no doubts about my decision—I chose the support department.

I was determined to seize this chance and give inventing another try.

A few days passed, and the moment arrived.

"I'm heading out," I called out, slipping on my shoes and waving at my mom who was engrossed in her work in the living room.

She waved back absentmindedly, her eyes glued to the laptop screen. I sensed that she was using her quirk. With a smile, I felt it was best not to disturb her. I stepped out of the door and made my way through the house gates.

I took the train to school, even though I felt a bit uneasy in crowded places. It was still better than relying on my dad for a drop-off. Stepping onto the platform, I made my way toward UA.

Inhaling deeply, determination shining in my eyes, I entered the gates of UA, searching for the support department. My assigned class was 1-F, and I wasn't sure if Power Loader would be my homeroom teacher. Just the thought of anyone else being in charge made me anxious.

Pushing open the classroom door, I discovered that the teacher hadn't arrived yet. However, the gazes of my new classmates felt like piercing daggers as I resisted the urge to flee. I took a step back, ready to escape when...

"Hey, get inside. Homeroom is starting," a voice called out. I turned around, instantly feeling a wave of relief at the sight of the familiar face.

"Power Loader!" I greeted, my nerves melting away. This time, he was wearing his hero costume headpiece. I bowed to him before walking inside, quickly finding the nearest empty seat as he made his way to the front of the class.

The classroom buzzed with chatter as students whispered among themselves about Power Loader's reputation in the world of hero support items. They expressed their excitement about learning from him.

"Quiet down," Power Loader ordered. He proceeded to outline the class schedule and requirements before instructing us to stand up and follow him. "We'll begin by familiarizing ourselves with the equipment. Follow me to the development studio. Remember, don't touch anything unless I give you permission, and don't make a mess," he warned, opening the classroom door and stepping out.

The class gathered eagerly, trailing behind the renowned hero until we reached two massive metal gates. Power Loader swung them open, ushering us inside...

My eyes lit up with excitement as I took in the surroundings. The other students stared in awe as we beheld the wide array of equipment available for us to use in creating our own support items.

This was going to be interesting for sure!

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As the day drew to a close, we finally reached the last piece of equipment. Afterward, we were dismissed and allowed to do as we pleased. The other students headed back to the classroom, and I followed suit, having left my bag there.

My classmates seemed to enjoy conversing with each other, but my intention was solely to retrieve my bag. Just as I was about to leave, one of them called out.

"I have an idea! Why don't we introduce ourselves? It would be nice to get to know everyone," she suggested, clasping her hands together with hope in her eyes. The others agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to socialize.

I flinched, continuing to walk toward the exit. However, it seemed her gaze was fixated on me, and before I knew it, she had caught up to me, grabbing my shoulders just as I approached the classroom's exit to the outside. "Leaving so soon? Why don't we start with you?" she proposed, her voice filled with cheer.

My lips quivered, wanting to protest, but her sparkling eyes and the anticipation of the class made me hesitate. They all stared at me, waiting expectantly.

Reluctantly, I found myself standing at the front of the classroom, with some of my classmates writing "Let's get along!" on the board behind me.

"Just tell us what you'd like us to know about you," the girl said, stepping away and taking a seat on the nearest desk at the front.

Placing a hand on my throat, I tried to avert my gaze. With a gulp, silence fell upon the room as I spoke. "M-my name is (Y/N)... I am fifteen years old, and I... I want to be a hero!" I exclaimed, my words stumbling out. "I failed the physical exam, but the support course was my second choice. I hope that we can all get along..." I concluded quietly, nervously tapping my index fingers together.

The class erupted into applause. "Whoa, you actually took the exam?! That's awesome!" one of them cheered.

"You're so cute, (Y/N)-chan!"

Blushing at the comments, I bowed gratefully to them. "T-thank you!" I stepped away from the front and found a seat as another student began their introduction.

It hadn't occurred to me that I would stay for the rest of the introductions. My mind was still recovering from being the first one to speak, and I couldn't bring myself to stand up and leave while the others were still enjoying this activity. However, my attention was captivated by the very girl who had dragged me into this in the first place. It was now her turn to introduce herself.

Her long, curly brown hair cascaded perfectly along her shoulders, and her vibrant emerald green eyes radiated friendliness that seemed capable of drawing even the most reserved individuals out of their shells.

"My name is Haruki Mizuki. I'm fifteen years old, and my dream is to become a robotics engineer. My quirk is called Mechanic's Touch. It allows me to temporarily optimize the performance of machines. I can identify inefficiencies, fine-tune settings, and make minor adjustments that significantly improve a device's speed, efficiency, or overall functionality. I hope we can all pave the way to break through and step into a new era of technology!" she exclaimed confidently, igniting a wave of excitement in the class with her determined gaze.

The class cheered for her, and I felt a strange sensation in my chest as I gazed at her. She smiled at me as she took her seat next to me.

There was something about her, something I found myself longing for. I wanted to possess whatever it was that she had. Now here I was, sitting beside her. I was kind of grateful that she had dragged me into all of this. For once, I was starting to think that it wasn't so bad here after all.

Surrounded by friendly faces and intelligent individuals, each showcasing their dreams and aspirations, I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be. I was honestly a little sad when everyone decided to head home, but nevertheless, I picked up my bag and left with them.

Walking through the hallway, I spotted someone familiar approaching me. He had blonde hair, sunglasses, and a goofy, energetic smile plastered on his face as he walked alongside another person.

I had enough energy to strike up a conversation, but I couldn't help but feel that he would be disappointed to learn that I hadn't made it into the hero course like he had. So, I turned my gaze away, ready to continue on my way. But before I could, he called out to me...

Using his quirk, of course.

"(Y/N)!!!" His voice echoed through the hallway, causing the walls to tremble from the reverberating soundwaves produced by his quirk.

I quickly covered my ears, turning back to face him. "Hizashi!" I called back, my tone pleading for him to stop, and thankfully, he did.

He ran up to me and wrapped an arm around my neck, playfully nudging my head with his knuckles. "Why aren't ya in the hero course? You promised," he stated.

"I never said that!" I defended, attempting to wriggle out of his hold.

Hizashi pulled away, placing his hands on both sides of his hips as he asked, "Where'd you end up, anyway?" he inquired.

I held a hand to my head where he had been knuckling me, feeling a slight throbbing sensation. "The support department..." I answered.

Just then, Hizashi's friend caught up to us. He had smoky blue hair and a band-aid on his nose. He looked over to Hizashi and asked, "Who's she?" while pointing in my direction. Our eyes met, he flashes me a friendly grin.

"Shirakumo, this is (Y/N). We met at the entrance exam," Hizashi introduced, his hand gesturing toward me.

Nervously, I waved my hand to Shirakumo, feeling a bit apprehensive at the sight of his cloud-like hair. His presence alone was enough to make me feel a touch of anxiety, but once I learned about his quirk, that feeling began to subside.

Shirakumo offered his hand to me. "Oboro Shirakumo," he said, waiting for me to take his hand.

With a nervous smile, I reached out and shook his hand. "(Y/N)," I replied. "You're both in the hero course, right?" I asked, pulling my hand away from Shirakumo.

They both nodded and hummed in confirmation. My thoughts drifted to the person who had saved me during the entrance exam, wondering if he had made it into the hero course with his points.

"Do... do you have someone in your class with long black hair, who looks a bit tired and is about this tall?" I asked, describing the height by gesturing with my hand, comparing it to the heights of the two boys.

Hizashi put a hand on his chin, pondering the question before turning to Shirakumo. "Did we have an emo in our class?" he asked.

Shirakumo shook his head emphatically. "Definitely not," he stated, exaggerating his claim by making a cross with his arms.

Hizashi turned back to me with a curious look. "Did you meet someone like that during the test?" he asked.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up as my eyes averted. "Mhm, he... he saved me, actually, from that zero-pointer," I said, twiddling my thumbs nervously.

Hizashi burst into laughter, pointing at me. "You must be one lucky person. If we come across someone like that, we'll be sure to let you know. Right, Shirakumo?" he said, nudging Shirakumo with his elbow.

The cloud boy nodded. "If we see a wild emo walking around, we'll be sure to come running," he chuckled.

"S-stop joking!" I exclaimed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me as my cheeks turned a deep shade of red. I looked away from them, slightly pouting. For some reason, I felt comfortable around these two.

Hizashi turned his head. "Speaking of emos, there's one right there," he pointed towards the staircase.

Shirakumo and I turned our heads to the staircase, and there indeed was a student who matched my description. My eyes sparkled at the sight of him. "I-I'll head on first!" I bowed to the two boys before quickly running off to catch up with the boy.

'I have to thank him!'

[ask-rune-priest-ulfric]

Justifications

Bodies were scattered on burning pyres fashioned into effigies that would please the dark mother. Since the birth of the twins the muses had been increasing their attacks against both the forces of the blood god and these “Dawnbringer Crusades” that the godking sigmar hopes will re-civilize the realms. This now purged outpost was merely the latest example of Sigmar’s failures. The Children were spared, Ishabella never had it in her to harm the young. They had potential that could be harnessed. with the right training these young men and women could become great artisans in war. 

One of the slaangors brought the surviving general to face Ishabella and her court. The look of horror on the man's face said it all. The devastation, savagery, the... artistry. It was beautiful even if he could not see it. “This is your chance to join us general, your men fought hard and demonstrated great skill, we always desire for capable artists in our war against those who would stifle us.” The lord of pain; Alcibiadus inquired. “I would rather die than join you degenerates.” The old general defied. Silence fell over the court for a moment as they considered his statement. The foul purple skinned demon with a massive horn and braid then voiced the verdict. “Fine, we will not strip you of your right to choose your fate, so we shall allow our new followers and the never-born sculptures to make art with your body.”

Six Days past, for six days he bled and suffered as he begged for death, On the sixth day the leader of the warband confronted him, wielding a long glaive, she caressed the general with its edge. She was nearly twelve feet tall, long black hair kept back by an elaborate headpiece fell to her waist behind her, Purplish-Grey skin made her resemble these demons who cavorted around her, but she was still distinctly human, four arms each tipped with delicate looking hands with razor sharp nails played with the dangling jewelry that hanged from her clothing. She was clearly a woman going by her body but her androgenous face hinted towards her past. “Do you have any last requests before I give you a magnificent ending” She asked. Her deep amber eyes locked with the face of the dying general. 

He coughed up blood, his vision beginning to fade, he simply asked “Why?” 

Ishabella smiled, this was her favorite question, she began to speak her tale like the old oracles who once ruled her tribe.

“I was there when the worshippers of the blood god broke into my home and slaughtered all those who wouldn’t join them, we worshipped Sigmar like all good people did, but we were a tribe of storytellers and artists, not wanted by the Goretide. ‘Weak’ they called us as the killed my people, the few who tried to fight back did valiantly buying us time for some of us to escape. But then I saw the woman I loved whisked away in a flash of lightning When I tried to save her. I ran, what I lacked in strength I made up for in speed and cunning.”

“Eventually I found others like me, displaced by the Khorne and abandoned by Sigmar, we became each other's muses in our fight for survival, always striving to make more and better art. It’s not our fault that others don’t see our works for what they truly are. I strive to help bring others under my wing and bring out the greatest potential for all of them. Excess in the truest form in our art. The Dark Mother, Slaanesh remade me into a form that allows me to live how I want, be my truest self. Same for all those in my cavalcade. All my generals inspire each other to make art both on and off the field of battle. They are all beautiful and I love them for this. No one will be denied to chance to be excellent, not if I have to destroy all the forces that oppress and hinder us.” She sang her monologue with such passion that those who followed her cried from the sheer beauty of it.  Even in his death throws the old general finally understood this queen’s reasoning. His death was Justified. 

As the life slipped from the general, Ishabella caressed his cheek and gave him a small kiss on his forehead, as the body slumped lifeless. She heard the sound of thunder in the distance. Looking up She saw what most certainly a reinforcement of stormcast, she wondered if her once beloved was among its ranks. “Girls, it’s time for us to leave, while we may not be ready for them yet, we should at least leave a teaser of what lies in store for them” Ishabella commanded. And just like that The Misbegotten Muses vanished back into the desert sands of Aqshy, knowing soon that the sands shall be painted in the pigments of their oppressors. 

[lawfvlhunter]

As much as she wanted to scratch his name from the guest list, it wasn't possible. She didn't have that kind of power yet. Even if she had, she'd have no way of knowing how to pull it off. Betraying her own organization wasn't in her nature, so it took all of her to at least warn her brother. Asher was looking for a weak link in the chain of command, and though she knew Dex was not involved in what happened to the hunters, she couldn't risk suspicion on herself.

"See, not all bad," she hummed, knowing he didn't believe that. They had to keep things cold, distant. The less people knew they were siblings, the better for them both. A glance told her he understood, and she felt a strange mix of relief and nausea. If the vision that banshee had thrust on her had shown her anything, it was who she couldn't lose. So this had to be done. He had to be warned, and he had to escape. "What kind of slumber party doesn't have a good food fight?" She replied, tone casual to hide the code of their words. A passerby might think they were keeping civil airs for the truce sake, not speaking of the horrors that awaited. "If we stained anything of yours, I am sorry." She spoke in past tense, but she hoped her intent was clear. She hated his new family, she made no attempt to hide that, but for the pain. He had lost as much as she had, but he left his feelings intact in a way she did not. He didn't need more suffering.

"I'm sure you hated every second of that party and got out as soon as you could," she said, the code of that was rather transparent. "But, um," she took a deep breath, indicating through the crowd with a nod, "Dad's here. With his awful girlfriend...speaking of someone I wouldn't mind catching in a food fight." Her disdain for the woman was evident, and for a moment, she almost forgot she couldn't talk to him like any sister talks to a brother. "He hates what I'm wearing, you know, and he isn't hiding it well. He wanted me in a dress so badly, but we compromised on the curls and the headpiece. So we're both uncomfortable." She cleared her throat, dialing it back. How easily she believed her own lies sometimes. "Would you like a bit of a tour?"

There was something off about the way that she was presenting herself. It didn’t matter how fiercely she fought to build up the walls to keep everyone and everything out, Dex could just sense it. No words had been necessary. His chin tilted upwards as she responded, but still he couldn’t bring himself to believe her; no matter how intensely that pained him.

He wanted to trust that she wasn't leading him into a trap and even if she hadn't wanted to, Delainey wasn't the one pulling the strings. That was all on the OEA. Her message had been discrete, but it had been received by Dex loud and clear. The wolf shifted uncomfortably on the soles of his shoes, scratching his digits through his facial hair, just to occupy his hands in some way as he agreed to go with her.

“That’s generous” he quipped, but more so to keep up appearances in front of the guards before following his sisters lead. His concerns were soon confirmed, but in the same breath; he now found himself trusting of Delainey. His blood ran cold as she mentioned the non existent slumber party and his jaw tightened, but he nodded imperceptibly. Anything to communicate that he understood. The closest that Delainey had ever gotten to a slumber party had been Dex fashioning a tent for them out of sheets and filling it with cushions where the pair told stories all night and gorged on candy that he’d brought home from the arcade. Her code had proven effective, haunting, but effective “the one with the food fight? I remember." He was a little rusty at speaking in code, the closest he got nowadays was spelling out words to Sierra so that Logan wouldn't understand. But this was his way of asking whether there was a threat to life, here.

[masterwcrk]

@ofcatnaps (rey), moved for beta.

if rey had any influence at all over the goings on in naboo’s palace walls, it would be influence used to give her long-time friend a well deserved rest. despite clary’s protests about not needing a break, the handmaiden had wanted nothing more than to offer her at least a moment of respite. she made a mental note to put some of clary’s favourite scented oils in the fresher after the day’s work so that even if she couldn’t take the time to properly relax she could have a few minutes in peace. deft fingers were finally complete of their task and she watched the young queen test out the balance and fit of the ornate headpiece with scrutinising gaze just in case she saw anywhere that might tug or pull thanks to a misplaced pin. thankfully, on this occasion there was only one spot that seemed like it might cause problems later in the day and rey put a hand on clary’s shoulder to steady and pause her for a moment while the former scavenger scrunched her nose and made a slight adjustment so that hopefully clary wouldn’t end up wanting to rip the thing off her head before rey could take it off more delicately.  ❝ i won’t hold you to promises about joining me, clary, only that you try to not carry the entire weight of the galaxy on your shoulders at any given moment. ❞ a request that rey knows is actually somewhat foolish, but one she makes never-the-less. with a little smile offered to her friend, she moved to stand beside her and gave her forearm a gentle squeeze of affection. another mental note was made to ask isabelle to bring the book as requested, before she settled into the place she found herself most comfortable - at clary’s side. ❝ i’ll still worry about you, especially knowing you as well as i do. i see when you’re not getting enough sleep or when you’re spending so much time reading and stewing over these policies that your eyes are as red as your hair. ❞ she teased. ❝ that’s what friends are for, you know. you keep me on as one of your staff because you know i’m here for you to still be that voice that reminds you to come back sometimes, so that’s what i’ll do. ❞ taking a long-suffering breath, rey folded her arms over her chest and glanced around the room that had become her home, ❝ you know i admire you for everything you’ve done, right? ❞

if she stops, she won't be able to start again. that's how long stints like this go & eventually she may have to channel the queens of old & have one of her handmaidens step in as her face so she can give herself at least some breathing room away from the scrutiny of judging eyes. Clary hopes it won't come to that, though - there's still so much she has to do herself, & there's too much riding on it being pulled off delicately but also imminently. she can't ask anyone else to carry this kind of weight, not for something so inconsequential as a night off.

the adjustment helps though, & Clary finds she can stand a bit taller -- metaphorically speaking. it's deceptively light for what it is, but it's one of the most ornate pieces in the Naboo Royal Wardrobe - designed by one of Queen Amidala's handmaidens, if palace lore is to be believed. it's a wearable work of art, but that doesn't mean she enjoys wearing it any longer than she'll have to. ' you know I can't make that promise either, ' the redhead teases lightly. ' Naboo is the center of... so much, and we have much to recover given our history. ' Palpatine's shadow was long, & corrosive even still - the planet was still trying to overcome his pall.

' I know, and I appreciate you - all I do, I do because of you. ' the others, too - it was undeniably - but Rey stood out amongst them all. she remembers finding the girl on that desert outpost & bringing her home. her life was all the better for it, truly. ' when this is all over, I'll truly be able to... rest. ' the election would bring in a new Queen, for sure, but it would also leave Clary exposed so she's not even sure there will be rest even then. time would tell. ' what else is in store for us today? '

[giorno-plays-piano]

Children of Ash

Part III

Pairing: prince!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: child marriage, yandere, obsession, child neglect, failed assassination attempt, death of minor characters.

Words: 1k

Summary: Married off to the least favorite son of the Emperor, fifteen-year-old you become a wife of a sick child who barely knows how to read and write, abandoned by the royal family. Trying to bring him up on your own, you soon realize you can’t keep him safe, regardless of what you do.

Part I

Part II

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When you are pressed so tightly against him, you can feel how warm he is as if his body is a burning furnace, hot iron hidden beneath his heavy clothes made of wool and fur. It's hard to breathe in his embrace, but you say nothing to him - you yearned for this warmth, for someone to hug you so tightly it would feel suffocating and a little painful. He missed you. He missed you so much he is close to breaking your bones with his grip on you, and now it's you who seem feeble in comparison to him, a man who's one head taller than you, his shoulders a mile wide, his arms so strong he can surely bend a poker with them.

Your little prince with his too-blue eyes and fair hair, shining like gold in the sunlight.

"I spent so much time thinking what I'm going to say to you when I meet you again, and now I don't know what to say at all," he laughs in your hair, taking your headpiece off so he could drop a kiss to the top of your head.

He takes you aback, a boy-turned-man, your prince-turned-king. Although you know well how His Majesty should be treated, Steve certainly doesn't expect you to bow and curtsy in front of him. It almost looks like he seeks the same treatment you gave him when you two were mere children, bound by marital vows you didn't take seriously. He must have missed you terribly, you think, suddenly wondering why a few moments ago the thought of being alone with him terrified you to the core.

"Then tell me you are well," you smile at him, raising your head up to stare in his mischievous, laughing eyes. "Tell me you are healthy and safe."

"I'd prefer if you told me you are healthy and safe, but I know it's not true." He lowers his gaze as if assessing you, and you suddenly feel embarrassed. Of course, you are no longer young, and your beauty only fades with age more and more when Steven grows stronger, becoming a man he's ought to be.

Nature is cruel to women, you remember your nanny saying. It is especially cruel to those who have to live in a place with never-ending winter, and suffer from malnutrition and hard work. Although you see little need in being pretty in a place where beauty is seen in warm hands and cheeks, you still feel embarrassed when Steven looks at you like this. Surrounded by the most beautiful women of the country, he surely knows how a proper lady should look, and you have nothing in common with her.

"It will be alright now, I promise," he tells you gently, leaving one more kiss on your forehead as you try to hide yourself in his embrace. "Besides, we brought food and clothes, so by now everyone must be having a little feast. We'll join them a little later."

He brought what? Food and clothes? For the people of this godforsaken place? It's not like you expected Steve to grow up cruel and unforgiving - though you feared such an outcome - but you are used to the thought of nobles of the capital caring little for people of the North, judging by ridiculously little money Baron Maximoff can pry off their hands to provide for his citizens. It brings you to smile widely, thinking of feeding your children bread, vegetables, and maybe even some meat stew. It would be great if they could have better coats and boots, and if you can persuade Steve, they could even get warm hats...

"Please tell me you missed me," the man whispers, and you think you can hear a familiar pleading in his voice just like when he asked you to let him sleep with you on your bed, afraid of staying alone in his room.

You let out a soft sigh, your hand on his cheek as you whisper in return, "I never missed anyone as much as I missed you, silly."

Listening to you saying that makes him grin like a boy, and you can't help but think how different he is now compared to how horrifying and regal he seemed in the hall where you sat with your children, afraid to speak in his presence. How does he manage to change so fast? Is it a trick he learned while taming the Court and snobbish royal family?

He laughs louder when he sees your amusement.

"You will be rewarded for it, my lady. Come, we have a matter to attend to."

While you struggle to think of any decent matter to require both yours and his attention, he drags you away from a cold room back to the corridor and then to the back door, making you wonder if he asked a servant on his way here because Steven certainly can't know where to go. Then you think back to the issue he mentioned, and wonder if it has anything to do with provisions and clothes he brought to your people.

But when you leave the orphanage, a carriage with two horses awaits you along with a couple of knights, one of them passing a long, fur-lined cloak to His Majesty, and Steve carefully places it on your shoulders. Politely giving you his hand so you could climb your way up into the carriage, he follows without uttering another word. You grow worried.

"But children..." you start, nervously glancing back at the shabby building where your kids are left alone with knights and several servants.

"... are probably unpacking their presents now," the Emperor finishes with a cheeky grin, and you clench the expensive fabric of your cloak, unable to tell whether you are worried or happy or unable to believe what's happening. "Don't worry, I brought a couple of nannies and two governesses from the capital, I'm sure they'll manage without you."

"But where are we going?"

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[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

The Odd Rumble of Thunder - Thor x Reader

(A/N)

Hey guys! I wanted to personally thank you all for the kind comments and messages, they really inspire me to continue writing more and the support truly means a lot! Also, I just found out how to access post replies, I apologize I haven’t gotten to reading them since my first story, I’m still trying to figure out the gist of things here on Tumblr! Anyways, recently I’d only been posting more on Poseidon, so here’s a special one for our Norse god of thunder (aka the god I simp for the most). This idea came to me while out on a camping trip, I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback would really be welcomed and appreciated!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Odd Rumble of Thunder

Thor x Reader

Even before the news spread like wildfire, Thor had become under the tyranny of a good habit to bringing his wife with him wherever he may go. It stood to reason that he would never be so careless to invite you over to danger, hence why, at a god’s ephemeral notice, he had stopped seeking direction for his combative side, but when, at last, he had to venture, he made much quicker work of it than when he would have otherwise.

Inarguably, if you’d wanted to lay down and rest instead, it was a surety you’d receive your meals in bed, unbothered. But for Thor there was no guarantee he’d ever have to worry about you, so the whole of Asgard knew by now he’d drop whatever he was doing to accompany you, uncaring about diplomacy in the first place.

Not that Odin nor Loki minded either; especially since the Allfather knew more about the concerns of a father expecting their first child. Moreover, Loki enjoyed shapeshifting into his cousin during days he was absent. It was much more fun to cause mischief legally, as he would say.

Today, Thor stood by his wife who sat comfortably in her rocking chair on the porch, allowing a full view of the hills that sloped gently down to the grand gardens. You were seven months along, approaching the eight month, the swell of your stomach now far more prominent.

At the very moment you had begun to show, you had a companion of whom would almost never leave your side, your husband’s absence in the kingdom gradually becoming more frequent, more lengthened, till at last his presence among his people became an exception. Despite your constant reassurances that you would be fine, Thor insisted on staying, casually sweeping aside your thoughts regarding his habitual sense of duty.

“I would only be gone for nine months to tend to my wife and child, they should fare well on their own lest they are more incompetent than I would’ve thought.” Thor had told you once before, and you’d decided not to question him further on that. You understood your husband’s concerns, to be truthful, you had a few of your own as well, so having Thor assist you alleviated some of the stress and worry concerning your child’s safety.

Especially now that you were nearing your due date. For instance, you were having the toughest time moving, suffering primarily from the weight in your belly and pains in your back and legs that made walking and even standing difficult. What made the physical strain worse too was your child’s eagerness to know you and Thor both, unable to stay long in one position, much like their father’s enthusiasm for battle.

“How are you feeling?” Thor’s question rested upon a rather precise calculation of the last time he had asked the same only a short moment before. It was quite visible in his actions that he did not want to cause any negative feelings if he could help it, though desiring you to avoid stress as much as possible.

You smiled. “Come close. You’ve been standing there for ages just ogling at me.” You opened your arms out wide. “Are you not tired?”

Truth be told, despite Thor’s constant need to remain close to his wife, he felt a real, undeniable fear of touching you, specifically, your abdomen. He closed the distance between until he was right in front of you, staring down at you with hard eyes. Longing leaped like a flame reaching out in his celestial yellow orbs.

“Love, I am always grateful for your concern for me. And I am feeling much better just knowing you’re beside me.” You raised yourself up, pushing against the chair to try to stand. Thor rushed forward, held you then put his hands under your arms to lift you up. Your child was growing fast. “But how about you? How are you feeling?”

You inched closer, your fingers playing with the locks of his hair that you could reach. “Aside from the stress of waiting, I’ve noticed that you have something else weighing on your mind.

“Tell me, what is it?”

At the sight of you through his warworn eyes, his mind was filled with bliss. For that loving glance of yours, he felt a divine presence and holy atmosphere that seemed to pervade everything around you. Having an inkling of what you were hinting at though, he broke your gaze, in an attempt to avert the guilt you conferred on him.

“Please. We’re in this together, I would want nothing more than to help you back as much as you’ve helped me.” Thor felt you shift in his arms, get more comfortable. He felt the bulk of your child across his legs, the weight no doubt pulling you down. Seeing you in pain like that, was sad and unbearable, and the gnawing feeling grew stronger. And since he knew you were always so full of strength and determination, always unrelenting in your attempts to make him feel better, he began,

“I am afraid.” Red eyebrows drew together.

“Afraid of what?”

“That I might accidentally hurt you and our child,” Thor took a deep breath in then let it out in a sigh while taking a step back. “I do not want that to happen, even if I want to be at your side at all times. And this frustrates me to no end.”

Thor did himself a favor by giving attention to anything other than his wife, refusing to be a witness on the sadness and any he may have caused. Dealing with his own disappointment was nothing new, but he had trouble dealing with the fact that he was the cause of yourpain. He wished he could take his troubles which escaped, hanging in the air, and all the bad feelings on himself and let things continue as they were, but he knew it didn’t work that way. You needed to know that he only wanted you and your child safe and protected, even from himself.

He could not understand how the cosmos could play such a cruel joke on the both of you: you, bore so much pain because of one of the greatest affairs of life, and him, the strongest deity in the Pantheon, was powerless against the natural laws of existence.

Strong shoulders slumped, head bowing as stray strands of red hair fell over Thor’s brow. Not again. He did not wish to be reminded of the cautious sympathy his father and cousin had approached him with. His stomach lurched whenever the subject of your frailty came up. Dread and a terrifying fear overwhelmed his soul for the first time, the thought of losing you−

“Hey,” Your voice which lingered on the gentle breeze brushed against Thor’s face, pulling him out of his stupor. He refocused, turning his gaze onto your sweet face.

How were you able to hold yourself up well despite your obvious pain and suffering? Did you not bear the same nervousness as he did? The answer was obvious, practically screaming in Thor’s ears but became deaf following his guilt and clouded instincts. For a long time since you’d first told him about the news, he bore these worries in silence; but when at length he’d been perplexed by your introspection−or seeming lack of it. Why, in fact, did you concern yourself with him at all? Compared to you, there was hardly any threat to his own life posed. Why had you always done more to make him feel better when you were the one who needed it most?

Cutting through the haze he found himself in was the shape of you, or maybe your hair billowing in the wind, a wisp of it across your face, and then suddenly the feel of your skin, the sense of your head on his chest. Even if it were fleeting, that alone brought him the possibilities of comfort that he’d so needed. Oh, how he missed this; you cupped his big callously marble hands around yours, caressing them so tenderly, as if he were fragile and might break, so short it could never be pulled back.

As he relished the warmth of the blaze you gave him for the winter of unease, he’d realized much sooner that the coldness that inched its icy fingers up his spine still threatened to battle your kind words, you, his very own wife, and he detested himself for being unsure whether or not it was of his own doing; was he pushing you away when you’d only wanted to offer your help?

Thor’s immediate impulse was to pull back from you, abruptly halted by your fingers which slipped between his now splayed hand. You wrinkled your nose in a delightfully unguarded manner that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Do you remember the first time we said our vows?” If only you knew the way Thor perceived you: in his eyes, your radiant smile reflected the morning sunlight of Valhalla, for a split second picturing the moment you’d walked down the aisle, that headpiece on your head instantiating the paradox of mystery that once lifted revealed your beautiful face, marking it the best day of his long life. Something warm bloomed in his chest once again and spread its heat out through every vein in his body. He remembered the smooth feel of the veil against his cheek after sealing your promise with a kiss, his lips parting with a breathless sigh.

“Your hands caressed my fit of nerves with light, tender touches and then inspired me with hard, passionate embraces,” With effortless ease, you lifted your intertwined hands to your mouth and kissed his knuckle. Thor watched with great admiration your every move, the desire to distance himself was now but an afterthought. Nothing would ever separate him from you when all you’d ever done was pull him closer than ever.

Then, you sought out his hand, kissing his palm as he stroked your face. You clung onto his arms, gripped at his chest as if you were searching for warmth, as if you needed his touch, and much like him, couldn’t bear to be even an inch away. His mind was still slowing its racing to let him mutter something in response, so he allowed himself to be entranced by how smooth and sure of yourself you were, with nothing to mar the calm serenity of your features. Your smile seemed to be a natural adornment, the utter gentleness in your eyes, reminded him of every morning when he woke up, he would see you by his side, as well as your sleeping snoring face. Right at that moment, the silly scream finally made it to the deaf god’s ears:

He was your haven,

The place you called home and went to find peace.

As Thor immersed himself in your smell, your sparkling eyes, he felt the excruciating cold all melt away in your warmth. No more seeds of doubt with which to sow and seek his destiny. Slowly, he began to see his surroundings from a keener point of view, realizing, then appraising them: from the passing wind your hair messed which he pushed aside, tucking it behind your ear, to how his sash seemed to fit him better indeed, rather than cling onto his skin even tighter as brutally as it had done before. He noticed the minute changes since he’d last taken a good look at you months ago: a little flusher on your skin, lines around the eyes a little deeper, a little increase in body temperature.

He pulled you closer, his actions not arising from calculation instead led by instinct. You let him take more of your weight, your belly pressed against his stomach as you sighed, his fingers working wonders on massaging the muscles that had been much abused in carrying the baby’s weight. A sudden wrenching through his sash struck Thor’s heart and had him holding his breath.

The baby had moved, and he’d felt it.

Bending down, he buried his nose in your hair, closing his eyes as he drank in your scent. Your arms wrapped around his back as he connected in this loving embrace, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with your own.

“Our child would no doubt love to be enveloped in their father’s safe arms,” With a light, gentle touch, your fingers ran through Thor’s hair, making him shiver with delight.

On that day, only the beautiful gardens of Asgard became privy to nothing more than a moment in which husband and wife reached for the same comfort and their concerns met. These gardens were simultaneously the very same place where Thor had first avoided the problems that plagued his mind, but also became exactly the same place where he’d find solace in the arms of his lovely wife.

Resting his hand on where his child was, he recognized that familiar feeling turning up, but upon realizing the bittersweet irony of and within these gardens, the revelation came to him: happiness could also come from the very object of fear.

And as you had an unmovable trust in him, there was an unspoken mutual understanding that he too, should put his trust in you.

[amethystjewel01]

After sleeping I've decided I wanted to give some fun facts of my thought process while designing these!

Heartslabyul

Honestly these were super easy cause I already knew what I wanted. I even added some old design relics from an old twstsona onto Yuuna.

Yuuto's is pretty basic but tbh I feel like he just loves the standard uniform anyway so he doesn't really do too many customizations.

I added a bow on Yuuki because I felt like she was mainly the Alice of the trio, tho that's lore reasons.

Savanaclaw

I also already had a small idea, mainly taking from an old oc who was sorted into this dorm. So I gave that uniform design to Yuuna since it felt like it fit them the most.

I didn't have any idea for Yuuto so in order to make him stand out I decided to have the vest closed on him.

I also thought having that yellow bandanna they have would be neat to use as those makeshift headpiece girls use for Yuuki!

Octaneville

Highkey I was debating on whether giving Yuuna or a skirt or not, but then I thought back to how most likely a lot of their designs would end up more feminine. So I just gave them the suit mainly unaltered, with a choker for a bit of personal flair.

Yuuki ended up getting the skirt, which again is based off of an old oc I had assigned to Octa. Feel like I should've given her tights instead of knee highs but tbh I had already thought about her attempting to kill the octatrio over her uniform LMAO

For Yuuto I feel like he wouldn't wear the coat at all just to show off the straps and corset(?). Kind of wish they did that for a character since we only get to see it in the magical archive.

Scarabia

Yuuna would keep their hood up the whole time mainly because they hate saving the sun in their eyes. But they wouldn't wear the vest because already having the sweater is hot enough (suffering for beauty).

Yuuki would forgo the sweater all together since she's very sensitive to the heat and sun. I also gave her the feather earring and pants from, you guessed it, another old oc.

Yuuto is also pretty standard, mainly because I can also see him enjoy that uniform.

Pomefiore

Honestly I feel like all of them would not do too many customs for this dorm's uniform, which is why they're very similar. But there are some small changes!

Like Yuuna wearing some tights and knee high boots, since they wouldn't like how restrictive looking those black pants are.

Yuuki is also wearing tights but I made hers less voluminous and shaped more like an actual kimono, since I feel like that shape suits her more. So besides the sleeves her uniform wouldn't be as moving as the standard version.

For Yuuto I just popped the collar undone cause that's basically his standard for the most part.

Ignihyde

This is where I had a lot of fun for Yuuna since I know I wanted to incorporate those really long gloves. I think it turned out okay!

Yuuki would wear something similar to Yuuna but instead she would wear the standard jacket, since she typically wouldn't want to stand out too much but still look vaguely feminine.

Yuuto wears his jacket open and without the vest thing (no idea if that's actually attached or not, couldn't find a magical archive page for igni which upsets me) because again I wanted to at least have something that I haven't seen on an npc.

Diasomnia

I also had a lot of fun for this as well. For Yuuna I took inspiration from Lilia, though forgo the jacket because I wanted to show off the harness they all wear.

Similar to what I did for Yuuki as well. Though she wears a skirt instead that's based on the ruffles from Lilia, and I gave her green tights instead to she would have something that majorly green.

Normally Yuuto would wear the uniform in the standard way, but for lore reasons he typically refuses to wear it. But if he had to to match the other two he has the coat off the shoulders to give some uniqueness, but also to try and symbolize him keeping the weight of certain events off his shoulders.

That's about it!! If anyone has any questions feel free to ask! I love talking about my ramtrio!

(Click for higher quality, these are super crunchy)

I am finally done!! I've designed uniforms for my ramtrio for each dorm! They don't have one for Ramshackle, so instead after going through each chapter they get honorary uniforms from the other dorms! Though with their own personal modifications to make them look more unique.

I made a base specifically for this, but if others want to use it for either as a reference for anatomy or clothing design practice I'll leave the base below the cut! Just please give proper credit since I cherish my babies too much.

[darkshadow90]

TVA Loki x reader: He saves you from President Loki

Summary: You end up getting pruned with Loki. You meet some interesting Loki variants. Not too long after meeting the variants, you meet a variant who looks exactly like your Loki. Soon a fight between all of them breaks out, and President Loki is not willing to let you escape, but Loki won’t let him take you away.

A/N: Hey guys. This is another President Loki one shot. I like writing for him and I’m glad to see the love for him hasn’t died down. In this one shot, the reader is pruned with Loki to the Void. She meets the Loki variants, including President Loki. He’s interested in her and she isn’t having any of it. Warnings: Attempted mind control spell. I hope you like it :) 

You had been pruned for helping Loki and Sylvie fight against the TVA. You had formed what you would consider a friendship with them. When you woke up with Loki, you found yourselves in a strange place. You saw four other Loki variants. A boy, an old man, a man with a hammer, and an...alligator? At this point, you weren’t all that shocked. The older Loki told you to come with them or Alioth would get both of you. So you and Loki decided to go with them. Each of the variants told you how they ended up there. They called it the void. 

The boastful Loki went first. “Once I defeated the Avengers, I claimed my prize; all six infinity stones.” You knew it was a lie because of how boastful he was. You suspected his real nexus event wasn’t nearly as grand as he made it out to be. The alligator Loki growled. “That’s alligator for liar.” The older Loki said. “Well, my nexus event wasn’t eating the wrong neighbor’s cat!” The alligator Loki charged for boastful Loki. “Alright, let’s not do this right now. Get ahold of yourselves.” Both Lokis glared at each other. You were not in the mood, and the tone of your voice said it all. The young Loki went next. “I killed Thor. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.” You could tell he felt guilty. You and Loki looked at the older Loki. “Me? Oh no one wants to hear about that.” He put his glass down.

“I created an illusion of myself that was so real, the Mad Titan believed it. After the whole ordeal, I hid as inanimate debris. I started to think about my place in the world. I thought about how everywhere I went pain and suffering followed. So I found a nearby planet and lived there far away from Thor and everything else. I got lonely. To be honest, I missed Thor and I wondered if he missed me. I decided to leave and find him one day. That’s when the TVA arrived. Even when we try to fix things, we can’t. We’re broken. The god of misfits.” The Lokis held up their drinks in agreement. “What about the two of you?” “I stole the Tesseract and escaped captivity. She forgot to get something on her way home.” “I see. And you trust her?” “Yes. And we need to find our friends and get out of here.” “Would you be able to help us?” You asked the older Loki. “My dear, there is no escaping this place there is only survival. We survive Alioth and the other Loki variant and his army.”

Loki decided he heard enough. You grabbed his arm signaling for him to be patient. He sat back down. “What do you mean other variant?” You asked. “He calls himself President. In his timeline, he ran for president of the United States and won the election. Now he wants the throne here. He isn’t someone you want to cross. He’s very autocratic and ambitious. He believes he’s the superior Loki. How fitting that he thinks he should rule all the Lokis and claim everything that belongs to a Loki for himself. He looks exactly like you.” He looked at Loki. “Thank you for the warning, but we really must be going.” You tried talking some sense into Loki, but he wasn’t having any of it. He climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch.

When he opened it, you both saw a bunch of people you assumed to be Loki variants. To your dismay, there was a variant who looked exactly like Loki. He was wearing a green suit and a headpiece that looked like golden horns. He was wearing it as if it was a crown. He had a pen on his jacket that said “Loki” you knew that he must’ve been the variant the older Loki told you about; President Loki. This wasn’t good at all. “Ah, hello. Which one of us are you?” He sounded like Loki, but his voice was deeper, more menacing. They made their way down to the bunker. “You bastard! You led them here!” The older Loki said to Loki. Loki was clearly confused. “I came to discuss the bargain. I couldn’t help but notice her. Is she a Loki?” Loki came over to you so he was standing next to you.

President Loki smirked. He could tell by Loki’s body language you were not a Loki. “I see. You are his pet. Tell me. How long has he been keeping you around, hmm? What have you done for him? Do you eagerly obey all of his commands like a good pet should?” You knew arrogance for Loki was nothing new. This Loki’s arrogance was different. It didn’t have any of the hidden insecurity or vulnerability to it. This Loki was very sure of himself. He seemed to have all of Loki’s worst qualities. He looked at Loki. “Well, what’s yours is mine.” “You will not touch her!” “Why not? I’ve come to claim the throne for myself.” “That was not the bargain! I gave you our location and supplies in exchange you give us your army and I take the throne!” The boastful Loki was the one who gave away the location. You rolled your eyes annoyed at the situation.

You and Loki were so fed up with this circus. “Well then, here’s a new bargain; My army, my throne, and her.” “I thought it was made clear to you that I wasn’t going anywhere with you. I am not his pet. He didn’t force me to be with him we’re friends. You come here acting superior to everyone and it makes you look like a loser. You’re trying to steal a chair from a child just so you can rule something. You’re pathetic.” You snarled at him. President Loki was not amused. It took a moment for him to regain his composure. “He clearly gives you more freedom than you should be allowed to have. I’ll have you put on a leash once I’ve taken the throne.” “About that...” One of the Loki’s said and then a fight broke out. You somehow managed to avoid the brawl. You were trying to find Loki when you were suddenly pulled back. “And where are you going?” You couldn’t break out of President Loki’s grip. “You made that lesser variant of me weak, so surely there must be something about you and I intend to find out what it is.” “What...what are you doing?” You looked around hoping Loki would find you and save you. “If you won’t come with me willingly, then I will take you with me by force.” You saw green energy appear on his hand. He was going to attempt to control your mind.

You tried even harder to break free, but you couldn’t. “N...no...” “Shh. Don’t struggle. This is the best--” a flash of green energy knocked him away and you fell over. Loki helped you up. “Are you alright?” You nodded. “Come on, let’s go.” You and Loki went through the portal the older Loki created with his magic. He ranted about all the variants, clearly fed up with all of it. “Loki, can I ask you something? Would you have done that to me? Take control of my mind?” He didn’t say anything at first. “In the past, if you had refused, yes, I would have forced you to join me, assuming I found you useful, of course. I wouldn’t worry about it. Things are different now. That’s not who I am anymore.” You couldn’t believe he actually said it. Maybe he really was capable of change.

[scarletwidowaf]

Ghost Of You - Chapter 4

AN: this is my favorite chapter so far! Its Mostly fluff and wholesome. Again, didn't checked mistakes so I'm sorry in advance .

words count: 1880

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The two ex-avengers were lying on their motel shared bed.

The place was in a pretty good condition which was a nice change after the last 4 motels the group found themselves at.

Natasha was lying under the covers, her red long hair in a messy bun and a book in hand.

Next to her, Wanda was sleeping peacefully.

The younger woman was finally getting better after the brutal cold she suffered from in the last few days.

Natasha couldn't help but appreciating how cute and peaceful she was.

Her hair messy, nose red and cheeks flushed.

Thats how their evening went.

Wanda peacefully sleeping while Natasha reading a book and glancing at the younger woman every now and then.

At some point, when Natasha glanced at the brunette next to her she met with green eyes, who were watching her curiously

Natasha couldn't help but smiling at the sight in-front of her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

Wanda nodded weakly.

"You love reading, dont you" wanda asked.

"I do. It was something i loved doing ever since i was a kid."

"Why?"

"Many reasons, its comforting and enjoyable and in a way, its an escape, even if its just momentarily"

"Do you feel the need to escape?"

"Like right now? From this bed?" Natasha asked confused, a small smile on her lips.

Wanda smiled but didn't answer.

"So, What are you reading this time?"

"The Catcher in the rye. Its a classic"

"Is that so? Will you read to me?" Wanda asked, her cheeks getting flustered (even more than it already was).

"You dont have to of course, i didn't really thought how weird it might seem-" wanda ramble and Natasha smiled before moving her attention back to the book.

"That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can."

She read out loud, cutting the girl mumbling.

Natasha looked at wanda again.

The younger girl's body was pressed to her side, as she was clinging to her for warmth. Wanda looked at Natasha with a smile.

"Making sure I'm listening?"

"Something like that" she responded.

Wanda smiled at her. Her eyes sparkle.

That moment Natasha couldn't help but smile.

'Jesus christ', she thought, 'they really can'

____

"Natasha?"

Wanda felt stupid as she called Natasha's name into air.

How do you even call a dead person? She thought.

The young woman stood in the middle of the no where in particular, not far from her cabin.

A red pickup truck parks not far and its headlights illuminate the woods, where it begin to darkened.

The sun was half way down and the sky was painted in beautiful shades of orange, red and purple.

Wanda chose this spot because of the beautiful view it revealed, a small waterfall was pouring from a spot not far from her and into a lake. It was truly a sight.

Wanda really thought things trough this time.

she wasn't sure what the future holds for the two women but she was tired of wasting their precious time with fighting and crying over their bad luck. So she organized a date for them.

She spread a big mat on the floor and layered it with many blankets and pillows and even lit some candles around them, far from something that could catch fire yet close enough to light the space.

She even organized a picnic basket full of food and snacks natasha loved and some surprises for the date.

And most importantly she was definitely dressed to impress.

A high waisted skinny jeans, the ones who made her ass look extra good and she knew Natasha liked (she knew that since she wore it a few days before the snap when the two women traveled in the streets of Paris and natasha's thoughts were very loud while she walked behind her)

With a white top who didn't leave much space for imagination, cleavage and toned stomach were visible and wanda just hoped the weather will stay as warm as it was.

After shouting natasha's name over 10 times the younger woman got frustrated.

Wanda was about to give it up, sit and cry while eating cake but when she was about to turn around she met with Natasha smiling at her.

The older woman was dressed differently, which was odd, it seems like although she was dead she could do almost everything (except touching wanda which was frustrating enough), she could hold a book and read, she could eat food (although hunger was never an issue for her) and she could change clothes.

When they found out the older girl could do that natasha was pleased, relieved to change into something that wasn't the clothes she died with.

Natasha was leaning against wanda's truck, an amused smile painted on her red lips.

"You called?" She said with a lighter tone and wanda sigh in frustration.

"How long where you watching me like a creep, romanoff?"

"Long enough" natasha moved from tree to wanda's side. Her eyes scanning Wanda.

"I was just enjoying the view" she said. Her tone flirty.

To make things worse she even bit her lip, making wanda's cheeks grow red.

Wanda smiled before she sat on the pile of blankets and waited for natasha to occupy the spot next to her.

"Do I'm making you feel uncomfortable?" Natasha asked when she sat.

"Not at all nat. Im just not used to get this kind of attention. You were always holding yourself back and vision was.. you know.. vision" wanda confessed.

Natasha smiled softly.

"Well, i was a coward and vision was vision so.."

Both women smiled at each other. Their eyes sparkle with joy.

"So, what's up with the setting, not that I complain" the older women said as her eyes traveled to wanda's outfit.

"I wanted to arrange something for you. As a apology for bringing you back purely"

"You always arrange a super romantic date in the middle of the woods as an apology? Because if this is the case i think i deserve many of those after all this time"

Natasha joked and wanda rolled her eyes.

"You're an ass you know that?"

"Ive been told"

"So, what's in the basket?" Natasha asked.

Instead of answering Wanda opened it lid and pulled out the first item. A headpiece she made herself.

Natasha stared at the white flower crown with confusion.

"Why-" she started asking and wanda cut her off.

"I made this for you. For your birthday"

"Okay first of all: This is not my birthday and you know it, and two: you remember I'm dead, right?" Natasha said with a raised eyebrow, yet didn't show any sign of resistance when wanda put it on her head.

"I know its not your birthday, but I missed 5 years of life, so i think i deserve an extension"

Wanda couldn't help her smile when she saw Natasha with the crown. The older girl's cheeks were a bit flushed and she bit her bottom lip to hold her smile. Her green eyes sparkle with joy and warmth.

"I love it" natasha admitted

"Good, because there's a cake too"

"Of course there's a cake" natasha said in amusement.

Wanda smiled brightly before she turned back to the basket and started to take out the edible items in it.

Natasha couldn't help her staring, the younger woman was beautiful, just as she remembered and even more. The Wanda Natasha was looking at at this moment was not the same Wanda she remembered.

It was like wanda somehow managed to grow up at her absence and natasha couldn't help but appreciate the women she became.

"Are those burgers from bob and Amy's?" Natasha smiled and wanda nodded

"I know that they're your favorite" wanda said as she pass Natasha her burger.

"You're kinda perfect you know that?"

"Ive been told"

By the time they finished their burgers while holding a general conversation the sun was already gone and the only light that's been left was the from the candles and wanda's truck headlights.

"You should turn off your lights" natasha said with a smile and wanda did as she was told.

It was dark except for the soft candle light.

"Now i can barely see you" wanda pouted.

Natasha smiled.

"Dont pout. It makes me sad because i cant kiss it away"

Wanda stopped pouting.

"I think I found a solution for that" wanda said and natasha raised her eyebrow.

"I found out what went wrong in the first place and i think i can fix it."

"why me wanda? Why not your brother? Your parents? Vision?"

Wanda looked down at her lap, her eyes glitter with tears.

"Its been too long for them, there's only a short window of time where it can be preformed."

Natasha smiled sadly.

"I know there's a catch wanda. What will it cost?"

"Its nothing i cant handle"

Wanda whispered.

Natasha bit her lip.

"No"

Wanda's eyes widened.

"Nat-"

"No." The older woman repeated.

"So what? Do you want to stay like these forever and hurt the both of us in the process?" The pain was visible in wanda's eyes.

"Of course not wanda" natasha whispered while her eyes traveled wanda's face. Aching to touch it.

"Then what?" Wanda asked.

"I think you need to let me go."

"No."

"Wanda-" natasha tried her again but got cut off.

"I refuse to let you die" wanda said with anger.

"Im already dead wanda"

"You dont get it, do you? I love you! Let me save you. You said you're a selfish person natasha, than prove it and choose to stay"

Wanda's tears were smudging her makeup and natasha sigh in defense.

"I love you too"

"So stay" wanda begged.

Natasha smiled sadly at wanda before she pulled the basket to her lap and pulled out a small vanilla flavored cupcake wanda brought and took a bite of it.

"Theres something i wanna try. Close your eyes" she said and wanda looked at her confused.

"Just do it, ill be here when you'll open them again" natasha said before she took another bite.

Wanda did as she been told.

Before she could open her mouth to say anything she felt soft lips ghosting over hers and a hint of vanilla flavored cake.

The younger girl was taken back.

She could almost feel natasha's lips and if she tried hard enough she could almost feel her breath.

Almost.

When she opened her eyes she found Natasha taking another bite from the cake with a small sad smile tugged on her lips.

"That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty.. ..you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are." (-the catcher in the rye)

[aprillikesthings]

LET'S GO

man they made this scene have Peak Emotional Damage to Adora AND us

Catra: "Prime has set me free of that pain. The pain that you caused. He will set us all free...forever. A world of peace, without end."

*hides under a blanket*

I can't. I can't.

I feel like every cliff scene they've done lead up to the ones in this episode

Meanwhile, Entrapta and Bow are struggling in the server room (it's a really complicated server!) and Wrong Hordak is fighting off clones in well-meaning confusion

But Glimmer helped :D And she stabs the server's control panel and they run as shit explodes

The way Catra and Horde Prime talk at the same time through Catra reminds me of the way Lapis and Jasper talked at the same time to make Malachite's voice. D:

"She was afraid, in the end. And she suffered."

but she's herself for a split second again

Chipped Catra: Then you're a fool. You cannot stop Horde Prime. He will reign triumphant over all the universe. It is...destiny"

But the server is fucking everything up and electricity is going everywhere and zaps Catra's chip.

And Catra's not fighting her as Adora grabs her and jumps away from shattered glass spraying all over

that's not good

OH GOD we see through Catra's eyes as they open on Adora

(the last time we saw through someone's eyes like this that I can think of? Adora opening her eyes during the Battle of Bright Moon, to Catra looking down at her in triumph. Oof.)

Catra: "You should've stayed away!"

I AM SHOOTING MYSELF INTO THE SUN

oh god but then her eyes glow green again and she sits up and just backhands Adora D:

the chip keeps jolting and malfunctioning and hurting her

Adora: "Come on, Catra! You've never listened to anyone in your life! Are you really going to start now?!" (Yeah! Appeal to her bratty side!)

I'm not gonna lie. Those two lines ^^ are some of my fave in the whole show. This is actually their first love confession and I will FIGHT A BITCH on that. It's their "I see you. I know you. I accept who I am. I accept you for who you are. Just as you are. And I'm always going to come back for you."

Tell me that's not love.

IT'S JUST. SO GOOD.

Adora: "I'm going to take you home."

;_;

;_;

D:<

"Some creatures are destined only for destruction."

I couldn't get a screenshot but Adora's split second horror, then determination, then she jumps--just a literal "after all this?? if you're going to (metaphorical) hell I'm coming with you"

And then it cuts to the floor (far below), and Adora tries to get up but she's definitely broken SOMEthing

she literally crawls to Catra

(I'm somewhat convinced that some of these shots are intentional Pieta references.)

Catra's little gasps and whimpers of pain here while Adora cries ;_;

OH I REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

I WAS RIGHT

Adora just like

"DO NOT FUCK WITH ME OR MY GIRLFRIEND EVER AGAIN"

THAT'S RIGHT, SHIELD YOUR EYES FROM THE POWER OF LESBIAN LOVE, FUCKERS

(also She-Ra's new outfit has a headpiece clearly inspired by Catra's old one. And is it just me or does she even look older? Less like a teenager.)

also I rewound the last like ten minutes to rewatch it without pausing it constantly lol

Okay! Elsewhere the squad is being cornered by shit-tons of clones, and there's a great moment of Entrapta being like "I can get us out of this but you have to promise not to be mad" and she whistles for Darla lol. The ship crashes through the hallways and puts out the ramp, Bow is like "we gotta find Adora" but then--

yeah that's a badass moment god I love it SO MUCH

LOL she just silently smiles for a second and hands Catra to Bow and then turns around in cold fury, the sword appears in her hand, and wipes them all out with magic shit from her sword

The ship is damaged but She-Ra can heal that too. And Darla is like Oh hey it's She-Ra ooooh administrator detected!!

Poor Catra is still Out.

I knew this moment was coming and I still made a really weird loud noise

and I literally JUST ran out of screenshots on this post and I refuse to delete any for one of Hordak finding the chip in the rubble and saying, "...Entrapta?" but that's the last moment of the episode before they roll credits

AAAAHHHHHH

okay. gotta get ready for bed and I have a long-ass day tomorrow before I can watch more but this episode is pretty satisfying with lots to chew on so I'm good lol

EDIT also the story Nate wrote and posted to ao3 starts after this episode, in case you wanted to reread that for maximum emotional damage lol

OKAY last one tonight

and it's a doozy

s5 ep5 Save the Cat

I always wonder if people get the joke in the episode title? There's a famous book about writing scripts called Save the Cat. I kind of assume at least one person in the writer's room for She-Ra has actually read it.

Also Daci got me Strawberry Oatly (vegan ice cream) hell yes

LET'S DO THIS

eek

she tells them she's alone??? hm

oh the others were clinging to the outside of the ship in space suits lol

roll intro

okay Entrapta and Bow are gonna fuck with the computers and Glimmer is gonna find Catra

god it must be weird for Glimmer to be on the ship again???

WHOOPS

okay so Adora tells Horde Prime: hey you're gonna let me leave with Catra okay?

"The Heart of Etheria. And if you don't do what I say, then I'll use it...and destroy you and your empire for good."

"You would never risk the safety of your Catra."

(Ever noticed he always says this? Your Adora. Your Catra.)

Adora: "You don't know me. And you don't know what I'm capable of." Horde Prime: "Oh...but I do." Horde Prime: "I am old, far older than you can imagine. My brothers lend me their life force, and when one vessel fails me, I simply elect another."

(Like a Time Lord but WAY creepier)

"There is something so...familiar about you, Adora."

"Not since I faced your ancestors, and crushed their once-mighty empire beneath my heel. You call them the First Ones. And you are one of them, are you not, Adora?"

AUGH

Meanwhile Entrapta thinks she's spotted her boyfriend

She's got the little chip she gave him ;_;

(maybe?)

not good!!!

ARROWED

BAHAHAH oh right that's how this guy starts. Anyway this poor clone is panicking because the jolt removed him from the hive mind

he starts SOBBING. "how will Horde Prime see my thoughts?? how will he know I am faithful???"

but then:

Entrapta: "Can you open this door?" He does Entrapta makes a happy little squeaky noise

Entrapta: "But we broke him! We're responsible for him now. Pluuuus, he can open doors!"

He says he'll take them to the server room, and Bow gives him his nickname of "Wrong Hordak" lolol

Glimmer went back to her old cell, and Catra's not there

And that's when Glimmer realizes their little earbud comms aren't working

Horde Prime: "I thought the First Ones were all gone, but clearly...some faction remains. That race of tyrants...abandoned you on a forgotten planet in a shadow dimension. They made you their weapon, their...She-Ra."

I mean, it sounds bad when you say it that way (because it is, actually)

Adora: "I don't fight for the First Ones. I fight for my home, for myself, and for my friends. Now for the last time, where is Catra?"

oh, god

augh

he's not...wrong

Horde Prime: "As she would've said, 'You are so very predictable.'"

eeughghg

AAAAAAAAAUGH

I knew this was coming, I knew it was this episode, and it still makes me want to crawl out of my own skin

SAME ADORA, SAME

NOOOOO

Horde Prime: "I have made her anew. I saw her mind...so ensnared in grief and rage and pain...and I brought her to the light."

(okay but if he saw into her mind did he see all the times Catra thought about kissing and/or having sex lol)

Adora's absolute horror here is so relatable

Adora: "Catra, you have to fight it!" Catra: "My place is with Horde Prime, Adora. I don't want to leave." Horde Prime: "Tell her what I've done for you." Catra: "Prime has given me peace. Something you could never do."

"But he has made it whole again."

"I'm happy here. You could be happy, too."

(It's genuinely hard to rewind this to get decent screenshots because hearing/seeing Catra act all weird with the chip is just SO UNCOMFORTABLE)

And there we see it--the first hint that Catra is actually being actively tortured and forced to say/do this shit like some kind of sentient puppet, having to experience her own body doing/saying these things without her permission. Her eyes even keep twitching.

Horde Prime: "I will give her to you, if...you want her... But first, you must do something for me. You...will give me She-Ra." Adora: "Never." Horde Prime: "Very well."

He snaps his fingers and everyones in-ear comms shriek with static and electricity

(okay I gotta stop just copy/pasting the script)

He squeezes poor Catra's neck and for a second her eyes go back to normal, she looks at Adora, and then they start glowing again. Adora notices!!

aaagh look at poor Catra

but yeah Adora can't bring out She-Ra on command right now (and he knew that)

UGGGH

OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT oh god oh fuck

okay so Glimmer's in the trophy room thing and she kicks the ass of a couple of clones, that's cool

but also

"I know you're still in there. I'm not leaving without you."

Catra gets a good slice into Adora's leg

Adora: "I don't want to hurt you!"

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay hold on

[sharkleberry-fin]

In which Charly liveblogs Wheel of Time 1x02!

I see rings of gold, cloaks of white, red-bloody hands, It's a gruesome sight, And I think to myself, what in the hell show?

Whitecloaks. Basically... The Spanish INquisition. 0.0  Well they've taken a soft threat in the books and made them fucking terrifying. Buring Aes Sedai at the stake.

When we last left our Emond's Field Four, they were leaving their home. Now they are still being chased by Trollocs who only fear deep water. They are trying to cross the Taren via one of those old-timey barges on a rope. A Fade can make them do a lot of things but can't make them swim. Oversight by the Dark One.

Moiraine is going to scuttle the barge. And the ferryman is going to die with him.

Moiraine is a Horse!girl. She's giving them energy.

Campfire talk!

Moiraine that's creepy!

Three Aes Sedai oaths that are said using the One Power. They can't break them but they can't bend them. 1. To speak no word that is not true. 2. To make no weapon with which one man may kill another. 3. Never to use the One Power as a weapon except against Darkfriends or Shadowspawn, or in the last extreme defense of her life, the life of her Warder, or another Aes Sedai.

JUST LIKE IN THE BOOKS! WHEN MOIRAINE IS TELLING EGWENE ABOUT THE ONE POWER AND THE SOURCE AND USING HER HEADPIECE AS A FOCUS IT"S JUST LIKE THE BOOKS!

Rand is butthurt that Egwene went off with Moiraine by themselves.

Perrin is suffering.

Vomiting bats is plain disgusting. Or rather coughing up bats. Dead bats are everyone. Bats are an ally of the Dark One.

Randy's hissy fit but I understand where he is coming from. He doesn't know what's going on or what's going to happen. And don't be an ass to Egwene. And yes, she is better than what's chasing you, dumbass.

READ HIM FOR FILTH EGWENE! RUDE RAND RUDE!

Whitecloaks. Again. Questioners. Assholes. It ain't your land motherfucker!

Silver motherfucker is a Darkfriend. Or an honest Zealot. I can't remember.

Egwene is learning the truth of the first oath. They always tell the truth it just may not be the truth you tink you hear so listen carefully which is a slight deviation. But it's true.

Horse-riding montage is a go! Group singing is a go! Aww. They included Manetheren. It's not just a song. It's a place that used to be the Two Rivers (Emond's Field).  Moiraine is explaining what happened to them. They were supposed to get aid but aid never came. They fought and they fought but no aid came for 13 days. Manetheren was wiped off the map when their Queen embraced too much of the One Power and destroyed everything, the city and the Trollocs. She was bonded to her husband. It was a hurricane of fire. The only survivors were children and their minders who had been sent to the mountains to hide.

Rand is still being pissy about Egwene and Moiraine. He's butthurt. Egwene just wants him to look at her and not hate her. Aww.

HOPPER! HOPPER HOPPER HOPPER! Okay okay okay! You remember in the previous episode where Tam said something was driving them down from the mountain! They weren't being driven down, they were being called! By Perrin who just had the most WTF moment when Hopper licked and cleaned his wound. It's important okay! You'll see. If anyone is listening to me, I mean.

Moiraine is not looking good. OH SHIT! The Trollocs... DON"T GO INTO THAT CITY!

Bad idea. Bad idea. There's a reason it's abandoned. Good set design though. Another night scene where you can see everything. I continue to be surprised. /looks at the camera like I'm on the Office

Shadar Logoth is a bad place. It means Shadow's Waiting. THey were supposed to have provided aid but instead they built a giant wall. EVIL! EVIL!

No Mat. Don't go wandering off alone. It's bad. Why does no one ever listen to horses when they are upset?

Oh no.

What did Lan say about touching nothing!? The ruby-hilted dagger is pretty BUT IF YOU DON"T PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT SO HELP ME!

That was intense and scary. I don't remember how I imagined it in the books but just imagine a shadow that disintigrates everything it touches but does it slowly.

Now the gang is all split up.

Hi Nynaeve!