#hi i made it sad cause she's technically immortal

[clowncattie]

X-Men oc crap

Ok so soon I'm going to draw all my X-Men ocs but for now I'm gonna tell you about them. Tw - really op ocs that would probably get nerfed in the MCU and probably the comics

Tyler - Tyler is an albino kid who's half Chinese and Caribbean, his mutant ability is Light and Heat manipulation. Much like Dazzler I know but I wanted to make him more advanced? If you could say that about him. Tyler's power allows him to generate light in many ways including, flashbangs, lightbeams and light constructs that can become non visible to the naked eye, his heat manipulation grants him thermal vision, being able to feel peoples body heat though he has no control over when the ability activates, and he could also manipulate people's body heat. Now of course I have some weaknesses for him because you can't make somebody that OP without some type of weakness, 1 of his weakness includes him taking in sunlight as a power source if he has or takes in too much sunlight then he will soon start to actually burn himself alive, he will get severe sunburns and sometimes blisters if it's that bad all over his body, his powers also don't work in the dark and it barely works in the cold.

Yu Tina (Tw - shes really fuckin op) - Yu Tina is Vietnamese her mutant ability is Bio Quantum manipulation, Yu Tina can manipulate living things mainly the human body to a quantum level. Now I don't have much about her powers nor do I have much about her yet nor do I even have weaknesses for her yet so I'm technically still working on her but she and Tyler were my 1st ocs when it came to the X- men so she's gonna be up here

Lydia - Now Lydia wasn't going to be the next one on my list but I have another OC and I made them a race and then gave her features of let's say a myth from her culture and I don't know if that's a racist or not. Anyways, Lydia's power is plant manipulation now I don't know if anybody in the marvel universe already has that type of power but her power is more focused on communication with plants almost like Poison ivy, Now I made her so op to the point where I had a little scenario in my head where she was so sad that the girl she liked rejected her that she went into a horrible sadness that caused a famine almost worldwide. Another quirk that comes with Lydia's manipulation is whenever she's feeling strong emotions her hair will actually sprout flowers based on her emotions and sometimes the environment around her will also change. She's also essentially immortal since anytime she would die her body would be gathered up by the grass around her and put into pile where a flower would sprout from the ground and wrap up her body that's when like the whole healing process happens where she just stuck in the flower until her body is put back together and after that she will come out of the flower completely healed, but like she will also come out of the flower butt ass naked so that kind of sucks.

OKKKK so that's actually not even half of my ocs but since I wrote so much I'm going to give you information about the rest tomorrow or whenever I feel like it. Now I don't know if anybody is really gonna see this post but if anybody has any flaws you see about my OCS or anything I could really add to some of my OCS please tell me, give me your thoughts and views nicely And bye have a nice day 👋❤❤

[pitbullwithaship]

DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG 2009 SPECIAL THE WATERS OF MARS

It has been a moment since I've watched, but in my defense I have 7 different personal projects right now including learning the guitar and finally doing drivers Ed. And a cross stitch project and an embroidery project and a song I'm learning for open mic and my band solos and the book I'm reading. AnyWHO yeah I have a whole bunch of stuff happening Coolio. Let's watch.

STATIC

Aww is a baby

STATIC

Oh look Mars

Aww he has the spacesuit on

Lol I like this dude he's funny

And he's a killjoy

Lol no trespassing

THE DOCTOR. DOCTOR. FUN.

Aww cute gadget

Carrots

Oof he ate the carrot and now he's weird

Weird sounds

OH FUCK

MY HEAD IS SO STUPID that is a mood

Wait they all die? No that's sad?

TODAY

Awww nerd sad nerd

Ooh roaring

Oof now he's all entangled

Cute robot

Aww don't get all deep on her right now Doctor

That's poetic

Don't bicker y'all

Well they're still alive lol

Manipulative monster?

Oof there he is he's very soaked

Oof she's seizing?

Oh dear is her mouth weird now

SHES DRIPPING

oh do the Mars creatures want water cuz their planet dried up

That's scary as hell holy crap

Those are really obviously contact lenses in that shot

Oh wow they're trying to get in with water

They look so funny running like that

Wow

Poetic indeed

BUT BIKES I love him

Funny noises language

Ooh ice frozen creature virus

OooOOOOOoooooOo ActIoN PrOceDurE ONe

This is making me thirsty

He's a runner he's a trackstar

Ooh medical breach thats not good

He knows your death

Something wonderful

OOF? SHE WAS THERE?! OH POOR HER

It saw her

I love her she's wonderful

I fully agree doctor. Remarkable

AWW THATS SO CUTE HER GRANDAUGHTER THATS SO CUUUUTTTEEE AAAHHH

She made a difference? People remember her?! I want to be remembered!

THEY CAN LEAVE

Aww but history says they all die anyway why

Climbing ladder?

Controlled chaos indeed

He is conflicted

Boop boop boop boop boop

They're on the roof!!

Maybe they can

He is still conflicted and sad

Okay but there's 20 minutes left I bet he changes just mind and what fun that would bring

Awww sadness sadness I hate sadness

DOCTOR YOU NEED TO PROCESS TOUR GODAMN TRAUMA

IF YOU CRY I WILL CRY THATS NOT ALLOWED

Final option

Doomed by the narrative

That's a lot of water

HE HAS TO WALK AWAY AND LISTEN TO IT ALL

Awwww her peoples that's really sad I'm gonna cry

IM CRYING

HE HAS TO HEAR ALL OF IT WHILE HE WALKS AWAY AAAAAAHHHH ITS NOT FAIR AAAHHHH

OH NO I FORGOT ABOUT HER NOOO NOW THEY CANT LEAVE

EXPLOSION

I'm crying this is torturous and an amazing axample of being doomed by the narrative and by fate and everything and all

Oh shit he's doing the thing is this the thing I've seen oh fuck has he snapped

YOURE NOT IMMORTAL BECAUSE OF A PROPHECY ABOUT KNOCKING YOURE STUPID

DONT BREAK THE TIME LAWS

NO THE LAWS DONT OBEY ANYONE YOU FUCK I GET THAT YOURE A TRAUMATISED DUDE BUT YOU DONT WIN AGAINST TIME EVER EVER EVER EVER FUCK

This is getting philosophical, it's lucky I have Philosophy this semester

Doomed is doomed by dude

THE ICE IS BREAKING

His brain is incredibly broken, this is why you should process your trauma kids

EXPLOSION SHIT

7 minutes left apparently

They're alive?

Dude you know the rules, I'm glad she has sense

TIME LORD VICTORIOUS MY GUY NO

See this is what happens when your brain gets broken don't let it get this far kiddos

Fuck this is hurting my heart he's not supposed to be like this

GIRLIE JUST DIED ANYWAY SHES BRAVE I LOVE HER FUCK

YES MY DUDE YOUVE GONE TOO FAR DID YOU ONLY JUST REALISE IT

Hello Ood

HES SO TRAGIC HIS HURTS MY HEART

FUCK

Technically I could watch another but I want to watch the part 1 and part 2 for The End Of Time all at once. Cool. This will definitely not cause me horrible emotional pain and heartbreak, nosir.

[bloodenkids]

Five characters, five tags

Jane Prentiss, The Magnus Archives: how many times have I listened to Hive? Too many. The past five to six months, she’s been a really strange comfort character for me because I see so much of myself in her. I too am the awkward witch woman who can’t keep friends and wants so desperately to be loved, feel useful and not like someone’s burden. I really can’t blame her for falling for the hive’s song considering I too would probably end up a nursery for wasp larvae. …except I usually prefer my corruption self-insert to have flowers instead of buggies. But… Mina the mun gets in her feels about Jane and is feeling about her currently

John Doe, Freddy’s Dead: he’s a blank slate, and that’s part of the charm, man. However, something else that’s just so wonderful about him is that he’s both the smartest member of the group and the dumbest. Most people focus on the dumbest because it seems the most obvious, but even if he got the wrong conclusion, he’s still the one who picked up all the clues everyone else ignored. Plus, he’s so trans coded, which is fun

Messers. Storm and Tender, American Murder Song: they have to share a space because they’re a package deal. I love a band with lore and I love historical recreation, which spawned my love for the first album. Plus the idea of immortal balladeers is just so funky fresh, and putting them with Cain from Abrahamic religions (made gender-fluid or a woman in this canon)? 10/10. We love making fun of dead people with the help of two dead people. Wish I’d discovered them before the Pandemic caused their indefinite hiatus 🙃

Caleb Widogast, Critical Role: comfort character central. I am the most anxious little gifted kid burnout bisexual weirdo, so I totally am relating to him. But also I want to smooch him? And Liam gives him a lovely voice and such a sad story with a beautiful arc. There’s something so comforting about seeing him heal enough to love people again. Jane helps me when I need to feel hopeless for a bit, Caleb helps me realize I’m not truly hopeless. I actually got one of those F/O or comfort character letters from him like two years ago and I read it when I feel low because that man has my hopeless romantic academic ass in a chokehold

Marius Renathyr, Legend of Avantris: another tortured dnd man I’m down bad for. You may see I have a type in fictional men. It was so hard to pick a favorite LoA character, but his vampiric ways and Arthurian knight references have entranced me. His flaws are so human even when technically they’re superhuman/inhuman, and it makes him such a compelling character to watch going through his trials, because unlike your typical Arthurian knight, he doesn’t have that support system, so his guilt festers and creates this gothic hero out of chivalry. Which. Two of my favorite tropes to play with, so blending them together is so fun.

Tagged by: @deafandstoned

Tagging: @oughtabeinpxctures , @phantomcurtaincall , @horrorsintern , @birdhouse-in-thesoul , @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l :3

[hologramcowboy]

https://twitter.com/DitchLilyTiger/status/1627331896572100608

you made friends... lol

That less than sharp crayon in the box said in the comments on Twitter that *I* turned off comments because I didn't want responses. The comment can only be turned off by the author of the posts so she's the one who turned them off. Also, why do they have to delusionally look for a conspiracy theory? All I sad was that he looked said and he does. Objectively.

But I guess they are so desperate their presence is somehow special to him that acknowledging he was sad causes cognitive dissonance for them. 🤣🤣🤣

By the way, it's perfectly natural to perceive people's emotions and describe then and doing that a conspiracy theory does not make. It simply means that, unlike whoever immortalized his deep pain, I have the emotional intelligence to know he was going through something and I can sympathize. Jensen's drinking and bad moods keep expanding but hey, let's all pretend he was haaaaapyyyyyy. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Wanna just add that it's inhuman that they took pictures of him in such a pained state, as if he is a circus animal on display and only meant for their entertainment. If I was the photographer, I would have put my lens down and let Jensen have his moment.

Also wanna add, for the person saying he is a powerful singer in the comments: why don't you break that down at a specific technical level for us, right down to the notes. Oh you cannot? Why are you giving you opinion on his singing then? Stick to what you know. You can say you like or dislike it but no actual singer or trained person will ever say Jensen is a powerful singer because he lacks the range, training, emotion as well as sings off key most of the time. Only people as limited as him vocally will think he is "good". I'm not saying he doesn't have a beautiful voice, he does but it needs training, desperately and also it is not by any means powerful, Aretha Franklin's voice is powerful, for example. Let's not make ridiculous statements, Jensen has a nice voice but needs training and is currently at amateur level singing wise. If you can't grasp that then go take a professional singing class and get back to me.

[phantomyre]

Yes, he is immortal. Though to a degree. I don't know how much you know of Vincent, so I'll just say be aware of spoilers. While OG doesn't specifically state Vincent is immortal, other compilations and supporting material have made it pretty clear that he is. However, there seems to be a small limitation. Fans have mixed ideas on if Vincent is fully immortal or if he is only partially immortal, which I'll explain later. Spoilers for OG/Dirge of Cerberus/On the Way to a Smile below: (Semi Long post)

In the novel On the Way to a Smile, in Chapter Nanaki, Nanaki expresses how he is terrified of someday being alone when everyone has died off, since he has a very long life-span. When he says to Vincent that even he would be gone, Vincent gives a solid "Nope. I can't die," which he never openly expresses to anyone up until this novel. Vincent then goes on to say that "it's a mixed blessing". That's when Red realizes that at least Red would die one day, but Vincent would be the only living being in the whole world, which then causes him to shift his sadness towards Vincent and how lonely Vincent would become. This has been the only place where Vincent blatantly states he is immortal. Through the years, the Ultimania have only claimed he is mostly immortal. We get a bit of an extended look into just how immortal Vincent is in Dirge of Cerberus, however. Due to a particular monster in him--Chaos-- Vincent is granted eternal youth. Chaos is linked to the end of the world, where he is fated to live on a dead planet for eternity, which only adds to how poignant and terrible Vincent's fate is... the inability to finally rest, and to be eternally alone, according to the Omega reports. However, at the end of DoC, Vincent sacrifices himself to protect the planet, which causes his body and spirit to dissipate into Lifestream particles, separating Chaos' spirit from his own. However, this doesn't kill Vincent, as he is later rediscovered by Cloud and the gang, 7 days later; his body fully recreated. And this is where the speculations begin... Some fans assume that because Chaos' spirit has returned to the planet, Vincent is no longer immortal and is now capable of dying as a regular mortal. However, what many fail to take note of is that if Vincent being separated from Chaos caused him to be mortal again, technically he should have also returned to the planet, thus finally granting him rest. However, instead, Vincent survives... which he also literally tells Lucrecia (who planted Chaos inside him) that she was the reason he survived. Even Hojo at one point gives himself credit for giving Vincent an indestructible body. Nevertheless, the question still remains if Vincent is truly immortal without Chaos, or if removing Chaos grants him liberty to finally rest in peace. I will give my personal take on this... Personally, I think Vincent is immortal in the same way as the Gi Tribe, in that his body/soul is so heavily corrupted that the planet will not accept him. Even without Chaos. Thus, Vincent is fated to live an 'endless torment' and never be granted repose. But that's for another discussion. So to answer your question--- technically, yes. If Sephiroth destroyed the planet, especially with the concentration of darkness (which is also what Vincent is chained to genetically), in general, Vincent would still survive. What's more, by empowering the darkness, Sephiroth also empowers Vincent aka Chaos. This is because (SPOILERS) both Vincent and Nero are made of the same elements (corrupt Lifestream). Again, we are missing a few tidbits, but in general, if Sephiroth were to eliminate all life and empower darkness, only Vincent would survive.

Wait, so Vincent is immortal, right?

Like "even if he's killed he'll be resurrected" type immortal?

So that means that even if Sephiroth was successful in destroying the planet, wouldn't Vincent survive? Or at least be resurrected shortly later? I see a fanfic opportunity!!

[bingcbingo]

💕 ‘ - yusuke

soulmate aus || @puffadour / yusuke || accepting

3. People are reincarnated soulmates, but only one of them remembers their past lives.

     THE REAPER found it rather hard to believe in soulmates. Of course Spirit World held records of such, and often had to deal with those types of souls, but being of Spirit World herself, the fiery girl found it hard to believe she herself could have one; after all, she didn’t really have a soul to begin with, right?

     THOUGH YEARS ago, she’s come across a wandering soul that she was drawn to, one that would get her scolded for missing out on her work as she followed him. It was when he died did she hurt for him. Having to deliver him to the afterlife was a whole other issue. She almost begged his majesty to give him another chance, but couldn’t. It would’ve been too far out of line for her. But it didn’t stop her from not wanting to see him pass over.

     THAT TIME was years ago, and it took months after Yusuke for her to really remember. When he’d come back from his fight with Sensui. Seeing him step out of the cave alive caused the heart in her human body to beat faster. She’d suddenly become overwhelmed with the feeling to protect him from the world. The memories of that lost soul came flooding back.

     IT WAS during her duties that she would come to earth to check on Koenma and Yusuke. Koenma, as her “former boss” coping on the human plane, and Yusuke as what felt like a dire need to make sure he was okay. It was one of those trips that she waited for Yusuke outside his school, once again, donning his school’s uniform for a disguise. Her heart was in her head as she spotted him leaving the grounds, running up to speak with him.

          “ Yusuke, may I speak with you? It’s not spirit world business, mostly… personal. ”

[artoriyasart]

Sylvanas and tinuviele sat down in one of their spots in Korthia. Dori'thur perches nearby watching for mawsworn or souls to be saved. Sylvanas had felt uneasy having her living companion by her side for she could not last as long as she. Sylvanas was technically immortal in her undeath and Tinuviele probably only had a few millennia.

"I'm only in my first century, you are not that old either, stop worrying." Tinuviele had said reassuringly.

"Yes, but who knows how long we will be here, who knows how much time will pass when we are able to go back. I worry that you will be placed in an afterlife and I will be without my friend, my...." Sylvanas looked down and felt the warm hand of the younger ranger.

"We will get this done, and we will walk in the fields and flowers, as we did in Bastion, as we did when you yet breathed...." Tinuviele paused then asked, "do you think we will?"

"Maybe," Sylvanas replied. She squeezed the hand and looked over at the owl familiar, Dori'thur almost looked sad, but that could be an illusion.

"I think you made them sad," Sylvanas teased.

"I... that was not my intention..." Tinuviele looked at the bird apologetically.

Dori'thur tilted their head and began to fly above them, indicating they should follow. The two elves continued their task with renewed focus and eventually found themselves at the tremaculum, there they found two souls; laughing.

"What is so funny?" Sylvanas asked curiously.

The souls turned to the undead and living elves.

"Oh I was just joking about the fact that this is the fifth jailbreak we've had." The first soul said, their voice full of mirth.

"We were wanted in five regions on our world, then ended up here, sure it's been miserable but we still can't help but laugh about it." The second soul said.

They were not from Azeroth and clearly making the best out of a dire situation. Sylvanas and Tinuviele admired that, they even started to laugh as the two souls joked about their failed robberies, "just trying to give my husband the best birthday ever!"

"Oh, just being with you was good enough." The second soul said.

Sylvanas took Tinuviele's hand in response, perhaps it would be the adventure and journey that would be important in this penance, not worrying about her mortality.

"We can help you escape this place," tinuviele told them mischievously.

The two souls were quiet and almost conspiratorial when they spoke, "really? You mean that Jailor won't put us back?"

"I have it on good authority that he's been dealt with, you can go." Sylvanas whispered and gestured towards the owl familiar.

Dori'thur flew up to the souls and hooted, indicating they could ferry the couple to a better place.

"We ..we won't be separated will we?" The rich tenor in the first soul asked.

"No...once you may have, but now there's a new arbiter, he will listen and you two can cause mischief and mayhem in a better place." Sylvanas chuckled, she could only imagine the trouble they would get to if they ran into the fae.

"That sounds promising, we hope you mortals are not here for very much longer either." The second soul said before accompanying his husband to the waiting wings of the ethereal owl.

Sylvanas and tinuviele watched them go, they looked at one another even more resolved to see this through.

[menemosa]

ooooh deities <333

warning: this is very very long fjeiwajgoaew

okay okay so Deities is kinda weird cause its basically just a 15-page compilation of all the short stories/character exploration things i do for some of my ocs. uhh for context, i’ve been working on a pantheon with a friend for about 2 years now technically inspired from nordic mythology but honestly we just made it into a building place for any ideas we have for... whatever honestly HAHAHA

i’ll just add a snippet to one of the short stories and give a really long explanation for it cause uhh there’s a lot of stories and lot of context and we’ll be here forever if i explain each and every one lol

Amaia is known for being the most merciful amongst her siblings, the one that is sure to answer when mortals seek her help. She is the one with prayers flooding her eardrums, crowds of worshippers that burn her their finest materials, and devotion felt in the crevasse of every piece of marble on her temples.

She is only one left of the Oprindelige, the only to survive the madness that courses through her family’s veins. Amaia’s worshippers adore her for the fact that she is the only one who stayed, but she knows that it’s only a matter of time before they grow displeased with her. She is too kind, too distant, too neutral. She remains with the souls of the dead, and the living has never quite forgiven her for that.

Amaia now knows she is an amalgamation of the things she tries to leave behind. A juxtaposition of immortality and death, she is surrounded by the skeletal husks of the once was and no longers. Her heart holds a vice-like grip on her memories and plagues her with the whispers of what if. They murmur a name long forgotten. Amaia had run to the realm of the dead to find some of the peace the dead seemed to possess, but only found that bitterness lasts far beyond the grave and regret? Regret remains forever.

so basically, amaia’s the she’s the youngest in four gods called the “Oprindelige”. they’re the accidental children of vynarin, a four-faced primordial god, and were conceived as he was wounded by his older brother (who’s basically trying to kill him but that’s another story lol). vynarin is a shitty, neglectful parent who doesn’t care one iota about his so-called children.

this ends up driving amaia’s older sister, eyfura, to become controlling and manipulative af towards her siblings because of her abandonment issues and eventually drives each sibling against each other. now all of amaia’s older siblings despise mortals, which is a big problem because amaia actually runs away and falls in love with a mortal princess turned queen haha.

in an attempt to bring her back into their embrace, her older siblings execute this amazing plan to kill off amaia’s lover (all ofc orchestrated in the background by eyfura the sister of the year <3). their plan backfires on them completely because rather than go back to them, amaia instead exiles herself into the realm of the dead and takes over as the goddess of the dead. and because she’s actually kind and cares about humanity, she’s the most worshipped one of her siblings lol

so all in all, this entire thing is just amaia reminiscing about how she attained her status as a beloved god and being very very sad

ask game

[pinkpuffballdude]

gathering together headcanons (canons????) I've got for the Immortal Pen Pals AU, just for fun you see (check out @belovedranboo for more Eternal Duo focused content)

Phil was originally mortal, but fell in love with Death (Kristin, here called Trixten or Mumza for Character Reasons) who made it so he'd never die of old age

I'm explaining that as she couldn't bear to take his soul but I'm still working on that bit

so Phil lives for a long time only talking to his wife when surrounded by death, ending up almost as a Thanos kinda character? but instead of mass murder he just inserts himself into alread existing conflicts so he gets the chance to say hi to her

keeping in mind he's still just Some Dude at this point

Phil and Techno met for the first time when Techno was a baby piglin, in a Tournament Style Game involving geopolitical shenanigans on a recreation of the world (yes it's smp earth I just love them breaking the game together okay)

Techno approached Phil like "hey you're good at this and we've met before and got along, wanna help me take over the map" and Phil, fuckin gremlin that he is, was like "sounds great" And Then They Did It

this was a Super long time ago, and Techno probably died not long after

Phil was sad when his piglin friend died, I'm not sure he'd bother making many friends by this point? just because he's lived so long and they die so often, but I don't think he'd avoid making friends either. just wouldn't go out of his way

so Techno is dead and Phil is sad and goes wandering into the middle of nowhere to complete his latest building project, and while messing about in the nether finds. a piglin. that just Won't leave him alone

and he's like okay, you remind me of my friend, I'll take you home kiddo, make sure you don't die of starvation or anything

does that make Techno an orphan? Don't Ask Questions

eventually this kid grows up and is like. driven to be good at things like fighting and winning and efficiency and speaks really similarly to his old friend so Phil starts calling him Techno

he may also choose his name to be Techno? unclear at this point

but then. later. when Techno 2 is an adult. he offhandedly mentions "hey Phil remember when we took over that tournament"

Techno 2 did not do that. Techno 2 had not been born.

Foolish is, at this point, still a god and knows Trixten, and by extension knows Philza. additionally, he too has a friend that keeps coming back and being reborn over and over and remembering him.

so at this point Philza is like "haha yea hey I got to go uh do something" and books it over to [MAGIC COMMUNICATION DEVICE] and texts Foolish like "hey so hypothetically how did you deal with your friend being reborn" and they start talking about it

Phil talks with Techno more about things they did together in previous lives, but it quickly becomes clear that. Techno's memory is just shit. and he doesn't realize that was another life. he thinks they did it together in this one.

keeping in mind that Techno probably has a longer lifespan than most other players, since he's So parinoid about getting jumped and also is a piglin, so it's not totally impossible to him that they did all this stuff together in his shorter lifespan? But Also. This Was Many Years Ago Techno.

next time Techno dies Philza buries him, and immediately starts looking in the nether for his old friend

he finds him, mostly raises him, and they hang out and cause chaos together

it becomes a routine; finding a piglin that seems overly attached, take him in, commit crimes together, reminice about things that happened hundreds of years ago, bury him, repeat

Phil talks with Foolish a lot in those between times, to keep himself sane, writing back and forth about their reckless mortals, what they hope they remember, what they probably won't, how they died this time. just keeping each other grounded

I think.... gods have big emotions. and Philza isn't a god, technically, but he's hung around them long enough for it to rub off on him. Foolish spent a long time being a totem of Death, a god of the sky and sea, of being full of anger and destructive joy and death. it's easy for them to be consumed

so they just... keep tabs on each other. make sure they're doing okay, coping well, not letting it get to them too much. surviving.

which brings us to the Modern Day (I'll make a different post about that)

I hope you enjoy/ed! I'm having fun coming up with this stuff

[idv-sunsxin3]

->TWST Overblot! Hana AU

{This is an AU, so not it is not an original timeline. Hana is my TWST OC, while Chiaki belongs to my bestie, Yami, @pastel-rights} (P.S.= I really should stop tagging them somehow but djjdjdjdjej-)

Trope Description:

Technically how would things happen if my Heartslabyul, therapist-judge OC actually lost her sanity and overblotted- which will actually never happened in the original timeline lol,,,

Headcanons:

Ok, i know it's rare for Hana to show her dark emotions,,, Yes, she does show panic and concern for everyone, but not to herself

Her overblot will based on the King of Hearts, the Queen of Heart's husband. The character is pretty submissive (?) Since he loves his wife sincerely despite that the queen actually cares for herself,,,,

In this AU, Hana is sometimes afraid,,,, fraid that she'll be used by someone she's fond of at the end.

Her oveblot definitely happened either after Riddle's overblot or after all the seven overblots...

Hana may have a strong composure, but not strong enough to control the darkness inside her; In her childhood, she seemed to suffer under some physical curse of black magic. Which she couldn't control it before due to not knowing how to control her emotions.

Hana is blinded by sadness and hatred, but also thinks that justice needs to be served after a betrayal. The cause of her overblot would either be having an argument with the French uncle or her middle biological sister hating her for not being with her at her difficult times

In the classic lore, she loves her sister dearly and often gets naggy and bossy with her for her safety... Which the sister doesn't understand that and keeps getting into unnecessary trouble,,, such as running away without telling the clan where she goes-

Hana's problems never come from outside the clan afterall. She's most influenced by who she grows up with and who she knows since the start of her previous life as a human.

Story:

Hana was trying to have space for herself after being severely stressed than usual- Hana never had space for herself. Which made her slowly become emotionally and mentally unstable as she tried to show a calm composure... And letting her dark magic loose its restraints to her dismay. She accidentally sent the dark magic attack towards Cater's heart, as he was trying to get closer to her to comfort her-

The dark magic made him slowly turn pale and have him spill ink from his mouth...

===

There was a later day when Hana had a phone call with her sister, Hana was trying to stop her from departing until the sister cursed at her...

'Annie now hates me...' she thinks.

Hana drops her phone.

And dark flowers with thorns started growing around her-

'After all this years of fighting for your safety, letting you have a normal life with video games and having fun friends who are not afraid to approach you since the beginning, is this what you will say... After all the pain I've gone through and sacrificing my childhood with a bloody sword... Just for you and Emoti(other biological sister) to live happier..? ' 'You are such an ungrateful immortal... '

===

The sad thing Is that the only people who carry in the fight against overblot Hana Is the six clan members who serve for her, her sister figures.

Who did she spared during her overblot? No of them but Kitty... (reason? Yeah, there's a lore about Kitty and Hana. Hana always got bullied and physically abused in the clan. The other sisters that were not Kitty weren't there yet. Well they are loving to Hana but not as closer as Kitty is to Hana... Kitty's support and company as the little sister is the reason why Hana doesn't suicide many times as an immortal despite always coming back to life-)

===

There may be also a scene where she would keep Riddle hostage- And even tried to do the same with Azul...

RIDDLE AND AZUL TECHNICALLY EXPERIENCED SIMILAR CHILHOOD ISSUES AS HER SO IN ORDER TO KEEP THEM SAFE FROM WHAT HARMS THEM IS TO ISOLATE THEM-

Riddle was captured first, his guard was caught off guard as he was already wrapped around overblot Hana's giant flower vines... Azul was about to fall on Hana's arms, until everyone appeared to rescue. Azul was kind of under the effect of Hana's dark roses. More like some kind of hypnotization but without looking in the eye but influencing through smell.

Hana wants to protect Riddle and Azul by isolating them from everyone, that's what her overblot self thought...

=== Oveblot Hana was about to makes thorns penetrate Crowley's heart until she was stopped by Kitty for a little bit, and realizes that Cater is still approaching her slowly (more like he is limping-) She faced at his figure and made the dark air disappear to see clearly. She silently looked at him until she nearly jumped at Cater falling to the ink stained ground- That's when some spark woke up within her...

Hana quickly approaches Cater's nearly dead body...

Hana: ...?

Cater looked at Hana with weakening eyes.

Hana: ...!

Out of instinct, Hana placed Cater's bleeding head on her lap. She didn't say anything, no matter how many words she wanted to say. But her inky tears could tell what she's feeling at that moment-

Cater: hey...

Hana trembling: ...?

Cater: I cannot ask for another better sister besides you... you made me secure for myself... And you understand me just like Chiaki does...

Cater: I... I love you....

Cater weakly smiling: …And thank you, Hana...

Hana: ....

Hana:.....!

Hana: C-Cater...!

Hana: …. No....

Hana holding Cater's cold hand: No... Please.... Don't leave.... Don't go...

Black tears drop on Cater's lifeless face... The crowd started watching from the background. Slowly, tears became to turn into a pure transparent color .. giving a spark to Cater's head. Which healed Cater as seconds passed by.

===

There's also the black and white cutscene,,, Where Hana explains her past and stuff, how she got neglected and bullied while being raised by her most of her strict guardians in her clan. Who only saw more as a pawn to use rather than a delicate child to take care of and cherish for...

Hana's overblot phase looks messed up, but this is what happens for enduring the pain for many years since previous life- ===

Hana couldn't look at anyone after that-

She only approached her sisters, who were the ones who immediately came to hug her after coming back to normal,,, It will take a while to recover. Not that she no longer likes everyone, more like she's now afraid of what people will think of her... Her past had something to do with people seeing her as a monster. Hana didn't admit that what inner part of her can be a monster, she blamed her all instead. Hana can't just do her normal routine with a lot of troubling thoughts inside her without struggle,,, she'll have to get homeschooled or do remote as Fleur ordered... Fleur is aware of Hana's issue and still not aware of other overblots- He deeply apologized to the whole school, even mentioned to keep Hana for homeschooling.(for the majority's hope, Cater was able to persuade him for Hana to stay-) Riddle is still having thoughts for sure- but he still has the job to make her feel safe at NRC. So he eventually talked to her and even tried to comfort her.

At first, he sends it in front of her bedroom door, but slowly gets to enter inside and give her the food over the days- Which recovers trust from Hana in a slow pace ===

About 2 months later, that's when Hana gets out of her room,,,, They must be pretty shock to see Hana in a much better state- But Hana is now more closed than how she was since her first day at NRC- Time to recover the social bonds … Hana quietly but clearly apologized once again, as she silently prepared herself some tea,,,

Hana can't even look at her first year boys the same way- They must be angry at her,,,,

That’s right up until Deuce and Ace hug tackle her aidjsjdjaka...(Ace picks up Hana like a cat-)

=== Chiaki was also one of the first to approach Hana... She brought Hana a bento(It’s a card themed bento as a thoughtful idea of representing Hana as a beloved student from the Heartslabyul dorm (although anything diamond related was conveniently left out-)) while Jade was at work- Chiaki's mafia fish bf can’t stop her if he doesn’t know what she’s doing-

Chiaki the gave Hana a big hug- she missed her bestie...

Hana: ... Hana: ....! Hana: .... *Slowly tremble * Hana: *sniffs*... Chiaki-chan...

Chiaki: I just wanted you to know I missed you Hana,,, I’m glad you're okay.

Hana: starts sobbing quietly... Hana: I'm sorry... I'm sorry... ಥ╭╮ಥ Hana: I messed up... I completely messed up... Hana: *coughs* Chiaki: It’s okay Hana, let it out,,,

Hana slowly wrapped her arms around Chiaki and laid her head on her shoulder silently...

===

Hana also stopped giving bentos to Azul for a while after getting out of her room, afraid of having misunderstanding that she poisoned the food or something - knowing that she had to recover Azul's trust once again,,, Cath was a little bothered by that(technically an Azul x Hana shipper oh no-) and pushed Azul to talk to Hana and push Hana to talk to him.

It was awkward at first. Since leech twins were skeptical at the idea at first, but then Hana started to comfort Azul a little and fixing misunderstandings after Azul spilled his insecurities towards her...

Taking things slow and peacefully. Cath and leech twins had to also stalk them just in case- Who knows if Azul starts yelling at Hana or Hana going to her limit-

===

Hana was just looking down whenever she was aware of Cater- It was hard hard to forgive herself after nearly killing her brother figure you know,,, That was a very crappy move- Hana stayed polite around him, Trey, and Riddle though, as Cater saw Hana slowly interacting with other people,,, you know, and avoiding him. Hana didn’t mean it in a bad way, but felt so guilty to even start approaching him...

Riddle holding Hana’s hand and Ace giving her words of encouragement,,, Deuce and Trey taking over Hana’s duties, so there’s no excuses,,, Hana will have to somehow talk to Cater.

===

One day, Ace walked Hana to Cater’s room, comforting her the whole way. He gave Cater and Hana the space they deserved but he was still lurking around in case something happened.

Ace: Riddle’s orders, but I trust you wholeheartedly :D

Cater was lying in bed, Hana could barely see him underneath the blankets. It was a mountain of blankets and sticking out of the top was a messy fluff of ginger hair. Cater was half asleep from pain killers and medication,,, he did almost die afyer all-

Hana called out for Cater gently,,, trying the urge not to nudge him awake like she used to sometimes. She would be shy but she'll literally be gentle and careful with her words for Cater,,, as a good start- Cater merely glanced at Hana over his shoulder. He was there but he was not,,, completely there. Nonetheless, he gave her a sleepy head pat- Hana nearly flinched,,, but she accepted anyway. She slowly sat on the edge of Cater's bed. Cater sat up so there was more room on the bed-

We can hear the awkward silence right now...

Hana somehow started a short conversation first... Something lighter first. She nearly hesitated when asking if Cater is doing alright at the moment. Cater was subconsciously leaning on Hana, lowly cuddling her... Which made Hana grow a little more comfortable step by step.

Is just Hana keep talking about topics softly,,, As long as he doesn't hate Hana or something like that,,, then Hana will find that as a pretty good sign.

Hana then explained to him how she felt and about her thoughts on what happened after the Overblot, while Cater kept listening intently.

once Hana started to get sad, Cater hugged her gently... Probably mumbled “nooo… don’t be sad…”

Hana just curled up like a turtle while being in Cater's arms,,,

Ace went to check on them and finds Cater’s passed out holding Hana close to him,,, He had to get Riddle in there so they could lay Cater down and help Hana if she needed it.

===

The next day, everyone rented out the Mostró Lounge to have a party, trying and getting Hana to socialize more-

Hana got pretty overwhelmed with socializing and seeing many people in one room, but she'll have to in order to catch up with the others.

Chiaki: heyyy Azul I had an idea-

Azul: Oh..?

Chiaki: okay what if, hear me out, you let me rent out the lounge, hear me out hear me out, so we can have a party? For Hana? To socialize with people more??? With food- and sweets- and-

Azul fixing his glasses: don't say no more- you just read my mind,,-(which he didn't try to use the plan tho-)

Chiaki spends a lot of time just planning with Azul- It’s gotta be perfect.

it was only supposed to be a simple party

But Chiaki and Azul started talking and now it’s a full out party-

Chiaki: … Chiaki: (´･ω･`) it was supposed to be much simpler but Azul and I got carried away oh noo- Hana:... W-Wow...

Chiaki: (˵•ヘ•˵) it’s probably super overwhelming- this wasn’t my intention,,,

Hana: N-No..! Is alright...! I'm just not used to receiving... Hana: Thank you... I mean it... ! ówò

A wild, but now recovered Cater sneaked up on them with a sneak attack hug!!! >:)

Hana flinched, getting surprised at the sudden action- Chiaki probably screamed but quietly,,,,

Cater was amused by their reactions hehe-

He gave them a big hug, probably picking them both off the floor which he definitely. Should not be doing but- Cater >:)

=THE END=

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2, 3, 9, 10, 12, 13, 15, and 16 for Roses and Thorns?

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Welllll, technically she comes in thousands of years before the events of the anime start, but she also comes in about… oh, a year? Six months? Before the events of the anime occur as well! Then she shows up probably around the halfway point of the anime as well—as one of those episodes where Leo meets one of the strange people living in Hellsalem’s Lot! She’s definitely the weird person of the episode, and she’s deeply amused by being considered the weird one. She is, though. Extremely, extremely weird, but very nice :)

Her entrance would probably include her somehow causing a massive accident of sorts via her chasing down some creature, only to just barely avoid accidentally killing Leo in the process. Because of that, she loses the creature and she almost begins to yell at Leo—before losing all the anger she had immediately because Leo seems like a nice young man (direct opposite to her doing the same with Despair, then immediately calling him a bitch-bastard to his face. Despair’s a lot easier to be mean to than Leo). Hijinks ensue as Leo and co end up seeing Chrysi again and again, with her chasing some new case each time. She goes through, like, 13 cases over the course of the episode.

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

I think Leo would just think she’s insane, but ultimately very kind! He doesn’t see her a threat—just a convenient friend in the city :) I think you’d be able to sense that there’s more to Chrysi that she’s not saying, which makes you a little wary, but ultimately the same conclusion is made!

Zapp tried to flirt with Chrysi exactly once, before she tried to break his wrist. He backed off after that. Zed is like “Finally, some good fucking conversation.” KK AND CHRYSI ARE BESTIES, IDK HOW IT HAPPENED EITHER, BUT THEY LOVE HANGING OUT WITH EACH OTHER. Klaus and Steven actually don’t really notice Chrysi, which is intentional on her part—she wants to keep her organization secret from everyone, even those in charge of Libra.

Daniel treats Chrysi like his little sister 😭😭😭 But she keeps blowing him off, and he’s a little sad about it (but he’s never going to admit it out loud). He just feels protective of her, since she had a breakup so nasty that she quit her job to cope :((

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

YOU and also Adam <33 Adam knows too much about her health condition to NOT be a friend at this point, tbh. OH, also Connie, because I want to give Despair one of Azure’s besties as one of his friends too—which means that Connie’s Chrysi’s new bestie as well!!

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

NOT GREAT. Everyone thinks Chrysi can do so much better than Despair.. Plus, her boyfriend kinda almost completely destroyed the city?? UHHHH, girl, maybe you should turn him into the police? Unfortunately, Chrysi and Despair are soulmates :///

12. how would the fandom view your character?

I can see it being 50/50. Lots of people would think she’s cool and funny and pretty, and others would hate her because she’s dating Despair :// Out of the people that hate her because she’s dating Despair, half don’t like her because she chose to be with the villain even though she’s a “good” person (because the messy emotional journey Chrysi’s going through would be glossed over), and the other half don’t like her because they don’t want Despair to be dating her.

13. does your self insert have any information about their family?

Chrysi has a mother (Aria) that slowly faded over the course of her life, and who is now under the care of Atticus (Immortal Librarian). Her father (Clarence) went missing before she was born, and he is presumed dead. She wound up being raised by her older sister, Nessa, who doesn’t like Chrysi much. She loves her like any sister would, but she doesn’t like Chrysi. She’s got complicated feelings, but she would do anything to protect her sister (ruh roh, she would not like the fact that Chrysi’s dating Despair). Chrysi’s niece, Emery, on the other hand, adores Chrysi! Only an 8 year age difference between them, which makes them feel more like sisters than aunt and niece. Then Chrysi has two nephews who like their aunt, but they don’t see her much :)

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

Um. Hm. She’s a side character, I suppose. She tried to help stop the Second Great Collapse, but she didn’t want to see Despair hurt, so she wasn’t exactly giving it her all. She mostly helps Leo whenever she shows up though, since she tends to have nothing better to do—plus, she does like to help people a lot :)

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

Chrysi’s memories of her past life with Despair come back very, very slowly, and they’re all super fragmented!!! She doesn’t get the whole context most of the time. She just knows that Despair loved her deeply and he would do anything for her. Most of the time, that’s all she feels she needs to know. The other part of the time, she’s deeply curious about everything that she did back then—like being an oracle of the gods. Like, that sounds cool as hell. She wishes she could remember more of that. 

[plainlo-inthemorning]

A Loki TVA / Lokane fic that snatched a tempad. Rating T.

Previously: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (of 6)

Shine a Light, part 4

This time around, he feels but the faintest glimmer of surprise as he steps out of the doorway and onto a busy sidewalk in Midtown Manhattan.

A few people stop dead in their tracks when the door materializes out of thin air, but the throng of commuters headed to and from Central Station is so dense, Loki’s appearance goes mainly unnoticed.

Dull resignation washes over him.

The tempad is officially broken. Its coordinates locked onto this little planet where, in his own timeline, he has known nothing but defeat.

Without bothering to look for a newsstand, he reasons there’s a strong probability it’s the year 2014. It would seem the damn gadget is slowly counting backwards, while refusing to take him anywhere else in the universe.

Above his head, a billboard flashing on the side of a high-rise building confirms his suspicions.

Incredibly though, the tempad still not out of “juice”. The battery life seems to be making a mockery of his failed attempts to direct the itinerary.

Taking a step out of the moving sea of people, Loki sees little in way of construction sites along the street.

On his timeline, this would have been two years after his attack on the city with Thanos’ army, but if that ‘highlight’ of Loki’s less than acclaimed villainous career took place in this reality as well, the mortals have effectively tidied up after him.

He tries not think of the countless faces frozen in terror that had looked up at him.

Of the lives lost because of his crazed ambition to prove himself - and to destroy something of Thor’s.

Almost if Loki had been transformed back into the chronically jealous five-year-old child who once stole his golden, annoyingly joyful, perfect brother’s favorite model toy - a grey wolf made of clay - and deliberately let it roll down the steps of the throne when their father (his NON-father) had been away.

The toy had broken into pieces and Thor had been inconsolable. Gripped by immediate remorse despite his initial intent, Loki had tried to fix it with his budging magic powers. Only for the wolf to melt to a sticky puddle on the stone floor.

Thor had wailed so loudly, a passing servant had thought him seriously injured and called for their mother, and Loki had been made to apologize, his usually pale cheeks burning scarlet. Then he had been grounded for the remains of the day.

The humiliation had stung, and so had the regret that his magic had failed him.

Not for the first time, the anger had turned, unwarranted (Loki knew then too), towards his brother.

From then on, it had just gotten slowly worse and worse and more malicious right up until that horrible moment of rage no more than a few days ago (a week?), when Loki had driven one of his daggers into Thor’s side on top of the Stark tower.

And twisted it.

The mix of bottomless sadness and shock in his brother’s blue eyes had cut through Loki’s heart with such force he might as well have sunk the blade of his other weapon into his own chest.

But instead of abandoning his pathetic scramble for power and hold Thor, instead of attempting to heal the wound with his magic that has become so formidable in adulthood, Loki had let the poison drown the remains of his sanity.

Of course, shortly afterward, the green monstrosity had effortlessly and repeatedly smashed him into the concrete floor of Stark’s living-quarters until Loki had thought he heard every bone in his supposedly immortal (right!) body break and his skull crack open.

To the outside, it had surely been a suitably entertaining show of retribution, but as he had lain there in the crater of rubble, unable to utter a moan, it was as if all the anger had been knocked out of him.

The link to Thanos’ ungodly servant had been severed and Loki had felt more like himself than he had in a long, long time.

When Thor, looking grimmer than ever, had dragged him to his feet in front of the ragtag band of ‘heroes’ and cuffed him, Loki had found himself strangely elated, on the verge of giddy.

His legs had been so shaky from the beating that Thor had had to hold him by the arm so he wouldn’t fall, and Loki had felt the heat of his brother’s huge hand penetrate the many layers of his own armour.

For a few delirious seconds, Loki had wanted nothing more than to lean against his brother’s strong frame and just close his eyes.

Instead, he had started cracking jokes until Thor had slapped the muzzle on him, as if he were some dog (that gesture had embarrassed him more than anything that had gone before). Unable to keep up his sarcastic commentary as they rode the elevator down, Loki had fleetingly wondered if he was suffering from a psychosis or actual brain damage.

Now, standing on the street so close to where it happened, the memory oozes fresh guilt.

But he redeemed himself.

In his mind, Loki goes through the TVA reel once more to remind himself of the images of his brother later in life, smiling at him.

Right before the end came.

If he is to spend the rest of eternity on Midgard - or at least until the multiverse crumbles - he will try to find solace in the good his future self managed to accomplish.

For Thor and, in another, brighter reality, for her.

The riddle of her part in his life now remains unsolved, but as hard as Loki tries to release the ghost wrapped in his arms, it merely squeezes itself closer to his chest.

He could try to find her here, on this timeline.

She will be with Thor, that much is certain, but since the reel of Loki’s fate had shown him only his own path, he knows not whether Thor and Jane shared a life on Midgard, or somewhere else, up until the brothers reunited (for lack of a better word) on Asgard.

What would Loki even say to her?

That, while at the bureau that controls all space and time, he saw her face on a roll of film of his supposed life, and now he aches for her more than anything? That on an alternate timeline a few hours ago, she kissed him?

Thor would not approve of that exchange.

Also, with Loki’s luck, Thor might be a frog in this reality.

He could still try to use the tempad to transport him to Svartalfheim and his own life’s story, seeing as he is now only year from where he feels so strongly he must go.

But finding the proper timeline is like shooting an arrow into the endless vastness of space and hoping it’ll hit the right comet.

He realizes that now.

An arrow.

Somehow, somewhere, on two timelines no less, variants of him had …

Loki’s head jerks up.

The tower.

It’s a desperate idea at best, but from the (very) little Loki knows of his character, Stark’s superior technical skills go hand in hand with an endlessly hungry, inquisitive mind. And pride.

Much like Loki, Stark is a man who needs to be the smartest man in the room. And like Loki, he probably is, most of time (in fact… no. Don’t go there).

Maybe Stark will listen.

Perhaps he can even help make sense of the tempad if Loki can somehow win his trust and appeal to his curiosity and (he winces a little) heroism.

Was it not Loki’s actions who had helped Stark “realize his best potential”, as his TVA file put it?

He spots the imposing structure further up the street, noticing the huge “A” at the top (is that new?), and sets off towards it at a brisk pace, darting in and out of the crowds on the packed sidewalk.

Here goes nothing.

As he reaches the large glass doors he briefly experiences a dizzying deja-vu, when suddenly a man’s voice calls out to him.

A frighteningly familiar, agitated voice.

… With a particular brand of anger bubbling underneath, that Loki had hoped he’d never have to witness up close ever again.

//

“What the hell are you doing here??”

His dark, curly hair has a few more streaks of silver. The checkered shirt is slightly crumbled, the glasses a bit askew. He clutches an armful of papers to his chest.

And he’s wearing a furious expression although, thank the Norns, a mortal complexion.

For now.

“Didn’t Tony explicitly tell you not to come here?! Are you that intent on causing everyone to lose their shit again?!”

Worry is all over Doctor Banner’s screwed up face.

“Seriously, Loki, is this funny to you? Clint is actually in the building right now and, in case Tony didn’t already inform you, he’s made it very clear that he’s quitting the team if you were to stroll through the front door!”

The Avenger has started shaking, his eyes wild (too wild).

This is heading in the wrong direction fast.

Mustering all the calm in the world despite his racing pulse and the nauseating sounds of bones breaking echoing in his head, Loki puts on his most courteous and, he dearly hopes, un-cocky charming smile.

“Bruce, please relax. I assure you, I’m not here to cause trouble. Not for you or anyone else.”

“Right, you just happened to be in town and wanted to stop by for coffee? Loki, this …”

Loki gently interrupts him.

“I merely came here to have a conversation with S- … Tony. Perhaps you could let him know I’m here? I promise you, I will not set foot inside. In fact - “

Loki adopts the form of one of the security guards he can see pacing inside the foyer.

“… I’m not even here.”

Bruce jumps a little and clutches his papers even tighter.

“Oh god, I hate when you do that, man. If you think showing off that trick makes anyone any less nervous around you…”

“Doctor Banner - Bruce. I have something …”

Loki searches for the words, quickly trying to decide on how much to reveal to the man-beast who’s now looking at him with urgent expectancy.

He sighs and bets it all.

“Okay. Bruce, what I’m going to say will sound mad.”

The man scoffs.

“Coming from you, I’d expect nothing less.”

Bruce shakes his head and looks to the sky in exasperation.

“Please - please - don’t tell me you’ve gone and changed your mind about the whole not conquering Earth business. Really, Loki, none of us understand how transforming you into ‘an asset’ became Tony’s pet project over this past year, or why Fury went along with it. But I’m sure both are going to be pretty damn disappointed if their new alien BFF decides to embrace his inner psycho again.”

Loki almost chuckles. It’s all too ridiculous.

“I won’t … embrace my inner ‘psycho’, I swear.”

“Then what?”

The God of Mischief draws in a deep breath, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Or rather, the security guard’s nose.

Then he surrenders to the absurdity of the situation.

“Bruce, I kindly beg of you, is Tony here? Or … (is there hope?) Thor?”

Bruce still looks at him with deep disdain, but his immediate anger seems to have subsided.

“No, Tony’s out of town. Took Pepper somewhere on holiday. They’re not to be disturbed for at least a week. Her words. And Thor … I should think you of all people know perfectly well why he’s not likely to hang around at the time being. Jeez, you guys and your endless family soap opera … I can’t even.”

Naturally, the universe again blankly refuses to extend any hands to Loki and his doomed quest. Sadly, once again, he is not surprised.

Wait - what?

“What do you mean, ‘soap opera’?”

Bruce looks like he’s about to throw his hands over his head and all the papers with them.

“Oh, come on! What is this?! You want approval? Confirmation of your little victory? Doesn’t the very lovely embodiment of that currently walk around in your apartment or wherever it is you live now? Loki, I’m done here. You have to leave. Bye.”

To hell with Stark – Loki wants to grab Bruce by his shirt collar and shake the little man till he explains what in all of Yggdrasil he’s talking about.

But he cannot afford to tempt the beast. Quite literally.

“Then … can you and I go somewhere to talk? Bruce, you’re a man of science. This is science … related.”

Loki feigns a smile.

Bruce sizes him up. No doubt considering whether to let the other guy continue the conversation.

Then his shoulders drop.

“Okay. Okay. For a creepy megalomaniac, you somehow tend to end up with some very cool people defending your case. Just know that those people are absolutely the only reason, you and I are still talking. Ugh, I’m too nice … “

Bruce casts a glance over his shoulder into the foyer, appearing to consider their options, when a man exits the glass doors – and shuffles up to them.

“Bruce! How nice to see you. You look well.”

The old man (those eyes …) grins warmly and pats Bruce on the back, then looks from him to Loki and back again.

“Everything alright out here? Is there a security issue?”

Bruce composes himself and smiles back.

“Hi, Lee, good to see you too. All fine. Earl here was just updating me on, eh, the new security procedures.”

He shoots Loki a stern look.

“Ah, yes”, Loki nods seriously. “Doctor Banner had some trouble operating the intricate open and close mechanism of the doors. The elevator doors, especially.”

He can’t help himself. It’s somehow both immensely tragic and life-affirming.

“Oh?” The old man raises an eyebrow (he looks … but he’s not quite …something is off).

“Will I have to get a new security card? I rarely come in these days, but in case …”

“No, no, that won’t be necessary, Lee. Because, because … like you say, you’re hardly ever here, so …”

Still smiling awkwardly, Bruce waves a dismissive hand, almost dropping the stack of papers (the man’s a terrible liar, Loki thinks).

“Speaking of”, Banner continues, “you must be enjoying retirement up there, huh, Lee? Must be nice to live by the sea. Good … air quality?”

Loki sighs inwardly.

The dog sniffing at his ankles looks up at him.

He stares down at the round, fluffy thing as if seeing it for the first time.

Which he is and he isn’t.

The old man is saying something to Bruce about the countryside, when he notices the dog wagging its tail at Loki’s feet.

“Oh, he likes you. You’re lucky, he normally doesn’t care for strangers. No, you don’t, do you Fenris”, the man coos.

Under coats of thick white fur, the animal looks eagerly from owner to Loki.

“Okay, well, I’ll be off,” the old man says, finally. “Come see me sometime, Bruce. My neighbor actually just put his house on the market, in case you’re looking for a weekend retreat…”

He nods at Bruce, then at Loki who barely notices. The dog whines unhappily at being dragged away.

It’s the same timeline.

Of course, it is. The tempad has locked itself on a sequence.

But why the different locations …?

“Yes, thank you, Lee. Take care now. Earl, shall we?” Bruce signals to Loki to follow him round the side of the building.

“We can continue our discussion about the security issue in the garage”.

//

“So, let’s hear it. Tell me what you came to say, so I can tell you why it’s a catastrophically bad idea.”

Bruce sits himself across the small table from Loki and dumps the stack of papers in front of him. The top sheet is covered in coffee mug rings.

They are in an anonymous, windowless office somewhere below the vast tower parking lot and numerous in-house repair shops.

The place is a gigantic maze and Loki has just shut himself in a tiny room with the very monster that turned him into ragdoll. The deep slash on his forehead has only just healed.

He does not fear many beings in the universe, but the mild-mannered doctor’s alter ego makes the hit list with the worst of them.

Ignoring the way the hairs on the back of his neck stand up (why did this seem like a good idea?), Loki drops his disguise and takes a seat on the cheap plastic chair. Not much of that flashy Stark glamour down here.

“Okay.” Loki takes out the tempad and puts it in the middle of the table.

He is not quite sure where to start, so he decides to begin with the purely technical aspect.

Bruce might appreciate being given a few ‘scientific’ details before any mentions of giant smoke monsters and alligators.

In fact, the fewer magical creatures and castles in the sky, the better.

“This is called a tempad. It’s a device that makes it possible to travel anywhere in time. You type in your destination, and a doorway opens. I did not make it myself. It was, er, given to me by a large and very powerful organization … in space.”

Bruce is leaning forward to get a better look at the tempad but makes no attempt to reach for it.

As he’s says nothing, Loki continues.

“This is where it gets, uh, weird, but try to believe me when I tell you, I’m not the Loki you know. I’m from another, similar timeline and -“

“Stop.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just stop, Loki.”

Bruce is leaning back on his chair again. He looks tired.

“I don’t know if you’re supremely bored of domestic bliss already, or just being your supremely annoying self, but I won’t engage. You’re not Loki but a time-traveler from space? Yeah, it’s -“

“No, Bruce, I am Loki. Trust me, I know this seems -“

“Trust? You wanna talk about trust again?” Bruce takes out his phone.

“Okay, we can do that.”

He taps a few buttons, then holds the phone to his ear.

“What are you doing?” Loki’s voice has a sharper edge to it than he intended.

The Avenger stares him down.

“Oh, I’m just calling someone. This guy I have in my contacts under God of Lies”.

Please, no …

Briefly, Loki considers whether another variant of him – the one he encountered at the house by the ocean, most likely – would actually be of more help.

Or if he, the variant, would try to kill him.

It was one thing reasoning with and trying not to get killed by Loki variants who at least understood the concept of variants, but how would he have reacted upon being confronted with a twin before the TVA?

No, not a twin … Because this variant has her.

None of the variants in the Void – the grown-up, human ones – had mentioned versions of her.

Either this variant has successfully taken out every Minute Man ever sent by the TVA to arrest him (in which case, Loki concedes, he may be the superior Loki), or this whole timeline has only just blossomed at the opening of the multiverse.

Why else would he, who apparently also gave his phone number to Bruce Banner, get to live a life so vastly different from the typical arc of a misguided Jotun prince?

Loki feels light-headed.

On one hand, he wants to know everything there is to know about his double, on the other, he fears what and who he might find.

You don’t belong here. Find your own timeline. No more Lokis.

Focus. Explain.

He raises his one hand in a placating gesture.

“Give me a little time to try and explain this, Bruce, and then, then … You can call whoever. Call everyone! But please just -“

“Oh, what do you know,” Bruce puts his phone down, “there’s no answer. What a surprise.”

He crosses his arms.

Loki inhales and tries again, speaking as evenly and as calmly as he can while his frustration mounts:

“There is no way of telling you all or any of this without it sounding utterly ludicrous, so you’ll have to hear me out. Five minutes uninterrupted from now, okay? Yes, we’re talking time travel, but compared to what’s really at stake, even time travel is a pretty basic technicality. Also, I promise you, in a few years’ time from now, the concept of time travel won’t seem all that laughable to you and Stark in particular. Provided this reality exists in a few years’ time seeing as -“

Bruce sighs dramatically.

“Yes, okay, so”, Loki continues, “Two years ago, I attacked New York, right?”

“If you’re about to roll out some outlandish excuse – another one! – I don’t care to hear it.”

The other man is narrowing his eyes as a fresh look of undistilled loathing creeps into his features.

So it did happen on this timeline as well.

“No, it’s not that. Or, I mean, let’s save that. When you captured me, in my timeline, I escaped from the lobby with the Infinity stone. I know it seems impossible from your end of events but - “

“Impossible?”

Bruce gives him a strange look Loki can’t quite interpret.

“Yes, S… Tony dropped the briefcase with the Infinity stone, and I picked it up and -“

Bruce pushes his chair back. The plastic scrapes loudly against the stone tiles of the floor.

“Loki, I can’t. I thought I had the patience to at least indulge you but turns out I don’t. I can’t tell if you’re losing your mind, but either way, you’ll have to take it – this, whatever it is – up with Tony instead when he gets back. Maybe bring that sweet lab partner of yours along if you’re going to talk time travel. With her field of expertise, I’m sure - “

“WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

Without thinking, Loki slams both his hands into the table. Papers go flying and Bruce staggers backwards.

Horror dawns as Loki realizes his error, but it’s already too late.

Bruce doubles over in spasms and a deep, much too deep, growling sound escapes his lips. He grips his head with his shaking hands as if trying to contain the explosion within, and Loki feels his own brain go numb with panic as one of those hands triples in size and a sickly green hue rapidly spreads.

There is no way out.

Bruce is blocking the door and soon his bulk will be taking up the entire room. He falls to his knees, arms thrashing wildly and his shirt ripping across his back. The table sails over Loki’s head, one of the chairs lodges itself in the soundproofed ceiling, causing the panels of fluorescent light to flicker madly.

Are there no security cameras?!

There are screams, but they no longer sound human.

Loki has nowhere to hide.

He has to gather his magic around him, but terror is completely scattering his focus, cold sweat breaking out all over his body.

It is a matter of seconds before the transformation will be complete and the monster attempts to tear him limb from limb. With no heroes to stop it.

Cold.

He has only consciously reached for it once before, but now the thought barely registers before ice rushes through him as if by instinct. Bruce is not the only one with an abomination lurking under the surface.

He doesn’t have the casket of his birth father, but he has strength.

There is no time to consider if it’s enough or nothing at all. No time for crippling self-loathing or shame.

In front of him, the Hulk lifts its crazed, bloodshot eyes to meet his.

The green creature cannot stand upright in the office, and the first fist goes through the ceiling with the force of a wrecking ball. The next lashes out at Loki, who dodges it just as his own skin turns a deep, brilliant blue.

Little black ridges and markings rise on his arms and face and though his sight doesn’t falter, he feels the instant his eyes go from green to bright red. The fabric of his clothes chafes his new skin and waves of adrenaline surge through his body. Multiple foreign senses come alive and drown his fear.

But he has not a breath to spare to get used to his true form before the Hulk shoves him against the wall so hard, the bricks shift against his side as if they were made of a child’s building blocks.

The impact makes him gasp for air, yet the pain … the pain he can manage.

He just has to last long enough get out of here. And the cold is crystalizing his focus to let the magic flow easily, powerfully through his hands.

His blue hands.

If he had used this when …

Loki pushes himself off the wall (out of it) and almost collides with the Hulk (there’s no space left to maneuver in) who, instead of smashing its way out, seems hell-bent on squashing the only living thing in its line of sight first.

Loki swiftly crouches down on one knee, puts his palms together and, faster than the blink of a brilliant crimson eye, conjures a rotating orb of ice and chaos energy that explodes in a blinding flash of white light as he hurls it square into the monster’s chest.

The Hulk falls back, breaking through the wall to the parking lot on the other side and crashing into a row of cars, while a sheath of ice spreads from its chest and up its neck. The being that is not Bruce howls and claws at its skin, but the smooth ice thickens and as it reaches the head of the beast, it slides right into its eye sockets – and momentarily blinds it.

It will probably only last seconds but it’s all Loki needs while the Hulk shakes its head furiously.

He makes to flee when he spots the tempad on the cracked floor.

He can’t leave it.

As Loki dives for the gadget, the Hulk simultaneously knocks itself in the face with both fists, splintering the ice into a rain of tiny spikes. With a roar to match the sound of a spaceship engine taking off, the creature lunges.

Loki’s fingers close around the tempad.

He feels a buzz.

The door appears in front of him.

He doesn’t stop to think before throwing himself through it.

The Hulk punches into empty air.

Part 5

[dasphinxone]

“Now all I can think of is Booker helping Nile dress...”

Thanks and huge shoutout to @wolfshavenokings​ for this brilliant Book of Nile idea of Booker lacing Nile into a corset for a mission. Of how he probably loved doing it for his wife back before his first death. Because he’s an Acts of Service, Sad Frenchman of a dude who loves the beauty of women’s fashion and helping his beloved get ready for her day. The sheer intimacy of it, y’all…I CAN’T.

Nile doesn’t mind dresses in the slightest. In her old life before the immortality hit, she’d wear a lot of them whenever she was on leave from the Marines. It was a great way to psychologically differentiate her time off during enlistment. So it’s not the fancy dress she has to wear for the Victorian-era themed costume party she needs to infiltrate for a mission that’s the problem.

It’s the corset.

In all of her nearly 200 years of existence, Nile has never had to wear one. Actually, scratch that; technically, she’s worn lingerie bustiers when she wants to get fancy during her and Booker’s sexy fun times. But to be honest, he usually strips her of out of it pretty damn quick in the midst of them getting down and dirty. The prospect of wearing a corset for hours on end underneath a late Victorian era dress that weighs a hell of a lot? That’s where the problem lies.

She vaguely remembers how Elizabeth Swann from those pirate movies of her childhood constantly complained about them. She’s watched how the actresses in those historical costume dramas stand ramrod straight in every scene they’re in. How they always complain about the restrictive movement during their 12+ hours of shooting days in the behind-the-scenes extras.

“That’s because no one knows how to properly lace  someone into one anymore,” Booker mutters when Nile complains about the prospect of wearing one. She’s flopped down on the couch next to him in their safehouse in Turin. It’s been only a few minutes since she’s gotten off the holo-call briefing on the mission with Copley the Seventh. “I’ll let you know when I need you on that one,” Nile lets out a huffed chuckle.  She presses a quick kiss to him where he’s sitting slouched and thumbing through his holo-tablet “That’s not exactly a skill set anyone’s used for the last three centuries or so, you know.”

“You’re right,” he shrugs. “It takes a mindful hand a lot of men don’t bother to hone anymore. The lack of patience is a pity all around.”

Nile nods in agreement, though she doesn’t quite know why. Booker’s always been a deliberate sort. She assumed it was just a facet of his personality versus based on any historical undertaking. She distantly files away his words before she turns on the holo-TV and focuses on the latest comedy sketch show that happens to be on.

A few weeks later, Nile’s standing in front of the mirror of their shared bedroom getting ready for this costume party of a mission. 

It turns out that Booker is very good with his hands in this specific scenario. More than she thought possible.  While his tugs at the lacings of her custom made, boned corset are firm and assured, he’s gentle with her. Every so often, he lightly places a big, warm hand in between her shoulders to readjust her in order to stand up little straighter. The way he then presses his mouth to the back of her neck, the top of shoulder or along her outer arm comes off as a reward for her patience. 

Nile’s eyes flutter closed at his touch. Her gasping inhale at the feel of his scruff against her skin causes him to smile against her every time. 

“This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she sighs with quiet surprise. 

Booker lightly trails the pads his thumbs along her back before he pulls in the lacings a bit more. “It’s muscle memory for the most part,” he softly replies. 

Nile doesn’t say anything, recognizing that far off tone of voice he gets whenever an old memory is stirred up. Nowadays, it doesn’t sound nearly as despondent as it used to be when she first met him. Certainly nothing like his haunted confession of how he lost his family to time during their first heart-to-heart in the cave after Joe and Nicky were kidnapped by Merrick’s men. 

He instead sounds factual and focused as he hums, “I would do this for Eugénie every morning whenever I was home.” 

It’s like he knows Nile is going to let out a worried gasp at the mention of his wife as he pauses to slide a hand  up and down her arm. At the same time, she reaches back to take it, running her thumb along his knuckles.

This is why he loves her, why he’s so devoted. For she’s never treated any mention of his wife and children as something to be kept to himself. Quite the opposite, for she refuses to allow him to suppress his memories. It turns out that having that outlet grants him the ability to also relish the good recollections he has of them. As the decades march on, he’s remembering more and more of them rather than refusing to have his mind to pull them up. It goes a long way towards how he copes with it all. 

Even though he’s paused in lacing her in, Nile never lets go of his hand. “I thought servants would dress the lady of the house back then?” she casually asks.

That he’s able to chuckle at her reply is a good sign. “Oh, chérie,” he drops his nose into her shoulder for a moment. It allows his gaze to capture hers in the mirror in front her. Nile’s lips are slightly parted, her chest slowly rising and falling where it’s so beautifully framed within the elaborate bodice. “You think we were anywhere near rich enough to have a lady’s maid, hmm?” 

Nile grins, “I guess not.” 

“Nevertheless, even if we were afforded such a luxury,” Booker’s eyes return their rapt attention to her back as he sets his hands on the lacings again. He threads them through another couple of rows of the reinforced holes before he flattens them with a brush of his fingers down her spine. Nile’s breathy exhalation at the contact causes a flush to creep up his cheeks. “I would have insisted on helping her prepare for the day. If only to see a woman in such a lovely state.” 

The low rumble of his voice sends a warm shiver through Nile. It’s helped along by how he dips his head and grants her a lingering kiss between her shoulder blades. 

Huh. Well all of this certainly explains how he’s able to unlace her out of those lingerie bustiers so damn fast…

@wolfshavenokings​ @love-dont-roam​

[milasartblog]

Value of the messenger

Sometimes there is a moment where we have to stop and think about all the things we did, all the things we achieved, all the people we've met and all the decisions we chose. For some of them we feel pride and happiness, to others - sadness and regret, to some even a confusion and feeling of emptiness that we can't explain. It can take a day or even a week to analyse ourselves and make some conclusion. Today was such a day for angel Anoli. It's been a long time since she and Chris became a couple and are in a relationship, since she gain friends and began to take care of nephilim. Time flew fast, and yet slow at the same time. During such period of time, one question was still bothering the messenger. How long will all of this last? How long will her relationship with Chris last? She is not a mortal anymore. Before all of this, things were simple for her: she was just an angel wandering around and sending positive messages to people that need it. But now....she can't help but think about what if one day...her beloved one dies? Is there a way to prevent it? If yes, what price is required? How high is the price? How much time does it require? How painful will it be? If there is no way...does it mean that she became an angel for nothing? Does it mean that she has to break up with him, even if it makes both of them suffer emotionally? So many questions and almost no answer. She didn't want to worry her boyfriend and friends, but at the same time she couldn't handle such questions on her own. And so, she decided to organise a meeting with her guardian, Michael. Anoli was sitting on one of the building's roof, waiting for archangel to show, while watching the beautiful sunset and enjoying the cool wind caressing her hair and wings. The waiting was not so long as Michael finally appeared.

Michael: Good evening, Anoli. You called me?

Anoli: Good evening, Michael. Yeah, I was wondering if-...You're in human clothes?

She examined Michael's outfit as the archangel giggled awkwardly.

Michael: Sorry, I was just on my way to Lucifer.

Anoli: Oh, I see. Sorry if I interrupted your meeting.

Michael: Don't be. If you need help with something, I will do my best. Besides, knowing Lucifer he will definitely find something to do. I will apologise to him later.

Anoli: Hehe, true.

They smiled and giggled as Michael walked closer and stood next to Anoli, watching at the sunset for a couple of minutes.

Michael: So, about what did you want to talk with me? Is Liya causing troubles again?

Anoli: Oh, no, it's not like that. I mean, she sure still does her pranks and stuff, but less. Plus, she is teaching Nazeel how to use fire magic.

Michael: Umm, won't it cause the fire at home?

Anoli: Yeah, but not trusting her is also not right. She is one of my friends after all, and not allowing her to grow up and become wiser will be not right from me. Plus, with Lucifer it would be much greater fire than with Liya.

Michael: Hehe, true. I'm glad that you can do such decisions. You become wiser and wiser, Anoli. I'm so proud of you.

Anoli: Thank you, Michael. But I called you for...another reason.

She looked down sadly, which made Michael be concern a bit.

Michael: What is it, Anoli?

Anoli: I....You know that I'm in a relationship with Chris, right?

Michael: Yeah, I do. You told me a lot about him. Did something happen between you two?

Anoli: Oh no, it's not like that. It's just....can an angel live with a human? I mean, as a couple, as a family.

The archangel didn’t expect such question to be, which made him think for a moment. 

Michael: Well, as a rule, angels are not supposed to be in a relationship with a human. They're guardian angels, they guard and guide human to the right path. Any physical contact with human can cause some troubles, and-

Anoli: So I was not supposed to be in a relationship?

The messenger was stunned. Realising what he just said, Michael tried to get the situation under control.

Michael: No no no, dear, you still can be with Chris. Just with you it's different and...kinda complicated. Since you were a human before, it's understandable that you want to be in a relationship with him.

Anoli: But that's the problem. I'm no longer a human, Michael. You resurrected me as an angel, gave me a new life, new goal. And as an angel I was supposed to follow the rules, right?

Michael: Well, technically yeah, but-

Anoli: Then does it mean....that I have to break up with Chris? Make him forget about me? About others?

Michael: What? No, you don't have to. Like i said, as a rule it should be like this, in practice anything can happen.

Anoli: But aren’t angels supposed to follow the rules and laws? I have already broken this rule and now....now i'm having the sense of anxiety. A feeling that....one day I will lose my angel disguise and that I will not be able to be with Chris anymore.

She looked at Michael with upset and crystal from upcoming tears eyes. Realising what he just said, the archangel was lost for a moment, words couldn't put themselves together. And yet he couldn't admit that as an angel she did broke the rule of being with mortal. But no big consequences followed yet, right? Moreover he gave her new life outside of the Heaven, so basically he broke the rule too, right? He looked down with upset look, while Anoli looked at him with the question she was hoping to get the solution from it.

Anoli: You must have seen situations like this before, right? Maybe there were angels like me who also were in love with their humans and whom you have helped them be together, right?

But Michael only shook his head sadly. Angel’s face was now hopeless.

Michael: I’m sorry, Anoli, but...most of angels have followed their rules and even if they had feelings to the mortal, they had to erase their memories about them in order to not burden them and not to spell out the secrets of Heaven. I’m not even talking about giving the immortality to the mortals they have interest in. I hope you know why.

Anoli: ...Because of the balance between life and death.

He nodded as Anoli looked down. Tears were coming right away. Anoli tried to hold them, but her soft nature prevented her from doing it. The guilt crawled on Michael’s back to the every inch of the feather. But what could he do? This is something that no divinity dares to do. He felt that Anoli realises the consequences of such actions and yet he knew that it was not something she wanted to hear.

Anoli: Sometimes I even ask myself if it was worth to become a messenger, if it was worth to agree with you. No matter what I do, it’s always not enough. Was it really worth if you can’t even enjoy the life fully, can’t be in love with the dearest person to you, can’t be...free?

She sat down on the edge of the roof, hugging her knees and burying her face into her arms and knees. For a couple of minutes they were like this, silent. Suddenly Michael remembered one thing that his brother Gabriel told him, about Sybil and her decision to be with human she is supposed to guard. It was so controversial for them, but in the end he and his brothers had to accept Sybil’s choise. Taking someone’s freedom of speech and action away is not according to the angel. But would such example help in this situation? It’s not a secret that times in Heaven have change, but not that drastically like in Hell. And yet, it was worth a try, he thought. Michael sat down next to her, carefully putting his hand on her shoulder. Anoli flinched, but...didn’t push it away.

Michael: Look, Anoli, I admit that...my action towards you was not right. But it’s not technically right also according to angel’s rules.

Anoli:...Really?

Michael: Yes. You see, I saved you from an unfair death out of...my own will. And THIS is something that was not written in the rules. So, technically, I broke the rule too. Do you want to know why?

Anoli: I...I think you told me before, but it won’t hurt to remind.

Michael: I did it because when I was watching over you, I noticed a spark in your soul. No matter what happened in your life, you did your best to stay positive. You wanted to bring this positivity to everyone, which is not possible for everyone. Of course right now you realise that sometimes there are “not really” nice people, and yet you didn’t give up on it. That was something that...made me feel like getting close to mortals, to learn something from them too. And because of this and thanks to demons’ influence, not only me, but some other angels began to be interested in mortal realm too.

Anoli: Really? But what about the rules? 

Michael: Like in mortal realm, Heaven laws sooner or later also face some changes. It’s inevitable. Just it took us a long time to realise it. Some of them tho are still active, like the immortality one.

Anoli: I see....So, my resurrection as an angel made a push to the changes?

Michael: Your situation was one of those that helped us to move from the dead point. Plus, there is only few messengers that can bring the light even if there is no hope. They’re little helpers that value even more than just a simple guarding task. And I’m saying the truth. Plus, who knows what Liya would do without an angel like you.

He smiled to Anoli sincerely, drying her tears kindly. Anoli thought for a moment, then smiled.

Anoli: You’re right. Even if I’m not able to bring happiness to everyone, I still have dearest people to me. But it still didn’t answer my question.

Michael: About that....I...will try my best to search for a solution, but no immortality.

Anoli: Really? You will...really look for other way?

Michael: However, all this is still up to your partner. When the time comes, you two should think about it carefully, and only then I can do something. 

Anoli: But won’t it cause troubles for you? You’re an archangel, the face of Heaven.

Michael: I...I know. But not helping my ward is also not right from me. So, I will see what I can do, but it’s all up to you and your partner.

Anoli: I see...Heaven’s laws are sure complicated.

Michael: Hehe, agree. 

They looked into the horizon for a moment. The sun almost disappeared under the blanket of the night, promising to come back another day. 

Anoli: Thank you, Michael.

Michael: Huh? For what? I didn’t do anything.

Anoli: And yet, you gave me a hope that we still can do something. Together. As friends and as a family.

Michael was surprised for a moment, but smiled too as they looked at the horizon again. It was getting darker and darker and soon it was time for Michael to go to the meeting. He looked at Anoli as offered a hug. The angel looked at Michael and after a couple of seconds hugged him.

Anoli: You need to go now?

Michael: Yeah, Anoli. Even if Lucifer has enough patience to wait for me, I still have other duties to do. But don’t worry, even if I don’t have the solution now, I will do my best to help you. No matter what?

Anoli: Promise?

Michael:...Promise.

They kept hugging for one more minute before saying goodbyes to each other and come back to their casual routines. Even if the problem is still in the air, there is still a light of hope at the end of the tunnel.

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And that's another story for the universe^^ A little update on our universe, to show that it's still alive XD Hope you will like it^^

Anoli and Michael belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Sybil belongs to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

[jaceation]

Reposting this with their bios now! This is Diaz and Nycto, reincarnations of the characters Dusk and Dawn from that short I did a while ago (link at the end of the post). Their bio is after the undercut, @unu-nunu-art​ hope ya don’t mind I used the post of your bois Faith and Frenzy as reference <3

Consider them, like Dusk and Dawn, free for you to use so long as you CREDIT ME 😁

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Name: Diaz (he/him) Occupation: Guardian of Positive Energy in the Multiverse Age: ??? Height: 152 cm / 5ft Sexual Orientation: Books. Or anyone that flirts with him- Likes: Learning, cafes, marshmallows, tea, making others smile/laugh, technology Dislikes: Feeling neutral, being alone, toxic or complicated people, messes Abilities: Diaz feels the positive energy within those around him, reaching even to a few of the nearest universes to wherever he is at the time. The more positive energy, the more magic he has. He can heal someone even from near death, including himself unconsciously. He can use his powers to 'protect' someone's soul from illness, this will effectively pause whatever state they are in so an illness won't kill them. He can speak telepathically and read others minds if he so wishes. He summon extendable tendril like limbs that glow, useful for helping carrying many things at once, lifting large objects, getting to high places, providing light and of course whacking threats away. He also learned to form this magic into a sort of gun that shoots pellet like bullets- it is impossible to die from any wound they cause, but that if close enough in range they will do more than sting. His presence emits a calming aura, which he can magnify to a single individual to help them through a hard time if he focuses.

Diaz woke up second, having vague memories of a past life where he and Nycto were brother and sister, and the knowledge that he is the Guardian of Positive Energy in the Multiverse. Despite this, he sees his role as a passive one, simply believing he needs to exit to allow balance. His love for learning is strictly skill based, like learning to cook or build things, he has little interest in any sort of 'bigger picture' unless talking about such things makes someone else happy. Diaz is incapable of feeling any negatively charged emotions, though he can feel neutral ones and he is not a fan. Though he strives to make others happy, he is often confused and left stumped by many he tries to help as he can't understand any of what they are feeling. There are few things he is stubborn about: keeping things clean, that negative and neutral emotions are useless and that he needs to 'help' Nycto. He can come off apathetic and inconsiderate sometimes when he isn't paying close attention to his words, though he's learned to more careful approaching others as not to make anyone feel worse since he's wants to make them happy not uncomfortable. The 'lowest' or closest to feeling negative emotions Diaz can get comes off as him looking completely emotionless, this is a rare state that he finds himself in only when under a lot of stress and not surrounded by enough positive energy; Nycto is known for causing this state a handful of times during some of their fights.

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Name: Nycto (she/he/they are all acceptable) Occupation: Guardian of Negative Energy in the Multiverse Age: ??? Height: 139 cm / 4'7ft Sexual Orientation: South?? Likes: Nature, quiet, mud, anything minty, animals, others/things that can't or won't talk back Dislikes: ignorantly happy beings, loud noises, crowds, jerks without reasons, could find a reason to dislike almost everyone and everything honestly Abilities: Nycto feels the negative energy within those around them, reaching even to a few of the nearest universes to wherever they are at the time. The more negative energy, the more magic they have. They can infect even the healthiest of beings, though often get sick. They can use their powers to directly damage someone's soul beyond repair, dooming them to either a short life or very painful one. They can speak telepathically and read others minds if they so wishes. They can summon extendable tendril like limbs that glow, useful for strangling, climbing, hitting from a distance and close range, capturing, throwing heavy objects, providing minimal light and shielding from attacks. They are also rather good at surviving in the wilderness, with good gut instincts despite their paranoia, can fall asleep anywhere, remain stealthy for hunting and good at hand to hand combat even without their magic. Their presence emits a tense aura, which they can magnify to a single individual if they so wish or need to cause someone turmoil or stress.

Nycto woke up first, having no memories of what Diaz seems stuck on, and only aware of their role as Guardian of Negative Energy in the Multiverse. They often find themselves overthinking, changing their mind on what to do, how to go about things, just lost and frustrated about things and being reckless and impulsive with their actions. They'll eat whatever junk they can steal, stay away from cities unless they've mentally prepared for it, and prefer just being alone wrapped in a blanket with ice cream complaining to themselves about the world. The genuinely hate their role, and despite understanding the purpose to those emotions and feelings, still hates it. They'd rather the whole multiverse vanish along with them, but of course they had to be immortal. They can be sarcastic at best. At the very least wants Diaz to understand the pain they feel and stop being such an ignorant happy go lucky, clingy jerk that keeps calling them his sister. Will take out there frustration on the nearest deserving being of punishment. They don't care if they're disturbing the balance, if the universe didn't want them doing this, the universe shouldn't have made them. They aren't very good at comforting people as they have no idea how to make someone feel better, and see the best option as 'get ride of anyone that is hurting sad person and leave them alone' as the best option normally. The best they can feel is a neutral feeling close to feeling nothing, though rare they much prefer this and  in this state are rather quiet, calm and shy.

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Additional Notes:

 At first, Nycto also saw their role as a passive one, even insisting they stay in the spot they first woke up in and avoid interfering at all. Hesitantly, they followed along with Diaz who was too curious and wanted to adventure, trying to keep up but easily being overwhelmed by the very energy they were supposedly to protect the balance of. After learning of how horrible beings can be, and being brushed off by Diaz, they declare to rid the world of all those horrible feelings. On their own they are not the best at upholding this unless surrounded by lots of Negative energy since there base nature is much timid. The negative energy fuels their rage and that’s when they have the energy to do as they declared.

Nycto and Diaz are not related; Diaz vaguely remembers their past lives, in which they were siblings, but this is something he needs to learn to leave behind as the life he remembers is not his anymore

Diaz searches for Nycto in order to try an rekindle a connection that doesn't exit for Nycto

Nycto didn't mind Diaz at first, but his persistence and blatant ignoring of everything Nycto says just sets them off

 Diaz would not understand why Ink keeps vials of emotions that are negative or neutral emotions.

 Nycto would agree with Error's destruction of AU's.

 Either of these two would be difficult to maintain a relationship beyond physical

There are a few emotions I would consider are both negative and positive in a way, though it can be up to your interpretations, and so technically they can both feel these; love, lust, sadness, stress, embarrassment, pride

 I'd consider these neurtal emotions (also can be up to interpretation); confusion, curiosity, focus, dazed, sloth

The link to Dusk and Dawn story (their past lives)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28378980

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Chthonic Love Chapter 6

A Greek Mythology AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and reader as Persephone

Previous Chapter: Chapter 5

Olympian ruler Namjoon has delivered you, Persephone, as a gift for his brother, lord of Death, Yoongi. You find yourself enjoying spending time with Lord Yoongi

A/N: SO FLUFFY

The two of you exited the library. "Hold on, I need to grab something," you said as you turned around and ran down the hall to your room. You opened the wardrobe and grabbed Yoongi's cloak. You jogged back down the hall and saw him propped up against the wall right where you had left him. You took this opportunity to admire his slim yet powerful silhouette. You felt your cheeks get warm as he looked over, noticing you staring at him. "Thanks again, here you go," you said, holding the cloak out. He smirked a bit and took it. And then proceeded to put it on you once more. “Hey…" you protested as he fastened it under your chin. He smiled as he did it, "It's going to be cold out there again today too.” he turned to walk, “Besides, it looks better on you.”

Is he...flirting with me? You wondered. Everything up until that point you could have chalked up to kindness. You felt your heart flutter a little as you followed him out of the castle.“Are there any cities in the underworld?" you asked as the two of you headed down the path.

"No. Not like on Earth. And it's not like Olympus either. There are of course the different places the human souls go to. For the few of us who live here, there's just the Palace. Did you live in the Spring court?" he asked, offering an arm as the two of you approached the Desert of Sorrow.

You took it and smiled at this small ritual that was forming. "Sort of. Sometimes. I have a room there. But, I'm practically feral. I think this is probably the longest I've gone without twigs in my hair and dirt on my feet. But," you lifted a foot up, "I guess the sand counts."

“Really? You don’t strike me as the feral type.” He teases.

“Well you've only known me for a day, give it time.”

Time? Like she’s actually going to stay here? Yoongi found himself thinking. He cleared his throat, "Your garden is beautiful by the way. I've never seen anything like it."

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind, the courtyard just looked so sad and empty. And it's good for me to use my energy. Do I have to name that too?" you playfully nudged his arm.

"Ah nope." he grinned. "I already named that one."

"Oh yeah? Your boring rock courtyard had a name?" you teased as the two of you approached the shoreline.

"It does now: Persephone's garden," he pulled away from you to go summon the ships.

You smiled and you found yourself hoping that Charon doesn’t have a letter for you today. As long as Hoseok knows you’re alright, there’s really no harm in staying here for a while. You played with the cloak while waiting for the ships, flapping the arms out. After a minute, you saw the ships arrive. There were several more this time. You walked over, “Why are there more ships today?”

“In general the afternoon reaping is bigger. You came to the evening one yesterday. People wake up and go to work, people get into accidents during the day. It’s just more chances at dying.” he sighed. “The morning one is pretty steady. Older people dying in their sleep. And the evening one is always less. No one wants to die in the evening, they’ve got to hold on and see their families one last time.”

“Hmmm...I guess I never really thought about the intricacies of when humans die.” you said as the two of you began to head towards the gates.

“Well death isn't something most people think about. I believe humans find it unpleasant. And most Gods and Goddesses for that matter don’t even want to consider that maybe they’re not actually immortal.”

You shrugged, “Death doesn't scare me. Every flower I've ever created or animal life I've nurtured, dies. It’s why a real flower is more beautiful and appreciated than a glass flower. The ephemeral nature of it. Death gives meaning to life.”

Yoongi looked over at you, left speechless by what you had said. You looked over at him, oblivious to how your words had moved him. “So today do I have to wait here or can I come with you?”

He took a second to process the shift in conversation, “Yeah. Now that I know Holly won’t eat you, you can come with me.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as the two of you walked to the gate, “You thought he would eat me?!”

Yoongi laughed, “I mean...not to get too graphic but he has definitely caught some people escaping Charon, and he definitely ate them.”

“Ewwww.” you responded. But then your morbid curiosity got the better of you, “How does he decide which head gets to eat a person?”

Yoongi turned back and looked at you with his eyes wide, “You go from ‘eww’ to asking me that question? Really?” he joked.

“I told you. Feral. Wildcard.” you pointed to yourself, while grinning. “I can’t help it.” You walked over towards Holly, muttering as you passed Yoongi, “Going to let your dog eat me…”

“Cerberus, not a dog.” he laughed. “Open the gate Holly,” he yelled. Yoongi waited for Holly to grab the chain. I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much.

You had wandered over to the cavern and were experimenting with creating moss on the walls while Charon and the ships started to pass through the cave. It was your first time seeing the dead being ferried up close. You wish you wouldn’t have looked. These ships had children on them and a baby. You took a deep breath. Yes you accepted death. Yes you knew it was inevitable. But things like this reminded you of why you hated the Olypians so much. The unnecessary amounts of human death caused by their meddling and bickering and encouragement of war was unforgivable to you. The algae and moss you had created turned black and died as your thoughts turned unpleasant. You sighed and headed back to Yoongi and Holly.

Yoongi was petting Holly when you walked back over. You leaned into Holly's side, resting on it and closed your eyes. "Are you OK?" You took a deep breath in and out, feeling the pressure building in your face as you tried not to cry. You shook your head 'no.' Yoongi cocked his head to the side and came closer to you. "Did something happen in the cave?" he became worried Charon or one of the corpses had said something to you.

"How do you do it?" you squeaked out. "There were like ten kids and a baby on that boat." the tears flowed freely now, slightly dampening Holly's fur.

Yoongi bit his lip and looked down at the ground, "Ah. That. Yes. There's nothing I could say or do to make that better. And it's bad, but I don't even look at who's in the boats anymore; I can’t. Which is not necessarily a good thing." He wasn't quite sure how to reassure you so he gave you an awkward arm pat. Holly whined.

“Sorry about your fur," you sniffled.

"He is a fearsome Cerberus. Goddess tears aren't going to hurt him." Yoongi tried to joke around with you. You pulled away from Holly and looked at Yoongi. How many times had he seen those same images? Enough that he couldn't do it anymore. You closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around him. Yoongi stood there for a moment, frozen. Was this real? He blinked his eyes and returned the embrace.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he says gently stroking your back.

"You've had to see it every day. Three times a day for centuries." you sniffled into him.

"It's my job. Like I said, I don't even notice anymore. It's fine." he said trying to reassure you. He rested his chin on top of your head.

"It's still awful." you respond quietly.

It is." He acquiesced.

Holly stood up, alerting you both to the arrival of Charon. Yoongi stayed like that for another couple of seconds, not wanting it to end. He forced himself to pull away and without thinking, he ran a hand down your face, wiping away a tear. He gave you a small smile of reassurance and turned toward the gates.

"Any news?" he asked as he approached the ferryman. The skeleton shook its head. “Very well. I'll see you this evening." he dismissed Charon.

Charon moved his head slightly so he could see you and then he waved his bony arm in your direction and it looked so weird it almost made you laugh. You waved back. “Thanks again for delivering my letter," you yelled. He gave another slight bow and then began to row.

"Good boy Holly." Yoongi said. He felt awkward now and didn’t quite know what to do. He looked over at you. Your eyes were still a little puffy but he still thought you looked beautiful. And soon she’ll be gone. He heard a little voice in the back of his head say. Yoongi frowned. He knew that. He did. But for some reason, it really bothered him.

You hugged your arms around yourself, the image still replaying in your head.

“We should head back,” Yoongi said as he started to walk towards the cavern.

“I don’t want to go back in there.” you immediately stated. “Sorry. It’s just..”

“It’s fine. It’s fine,” Yoongi said, not making you explain yourself. He understood why. “I’m always up for a stroll across the Desert of Sorrow.” Especially with you.

You nodded and started to walk back toward the dunes, wrapping an arm around his when you got to the black sand. You shivered.

“You’re going to need a heavier cloak.” he commented absentmindedly.

“Yeah I guess. Does your seamstress make those or do we need to collect Holly’s fur?”

Yoongi chuckled. “I’m sure Holly would willingly donate to the cause, but I’ll check with Arachne first.”

“Arachne, like the spider-lady that pissed Athena off?”

“The one and the same.”

“She lives in the palace?”

“In the catacombs beneath the palace technically. She and her children keep the less friendly creatures of the Underworld at bay.”

“Huh,” you remark. “Any other secret parts to the palace I should know about?”

“Nope. The rest of it is delightfully boring.”

“Good. It’s a nice break from the drama of the Olympic and Mortal realms.” you said. The two of you had arrived at the bridge but you didn’t let go of his arm. You told yourself that it was because you were still cold but you knew there was more to it than that. You wanted to be close to him. You felt a dull ache in your chest. You had to let go for him to open the door. To your surprise though, he grabbed your hand.

“Come on, let’s get you warmed up,” he said, leading you through the great hall. You saw Lethe in the corner. She stood up, her eyes not missing for a minute that the two of you were basically holding hands.

“Master Yoongi, Lady Persephone.” she bowed.

Yoongi kept walking. “Tea in the office please Lethe.”

“Yes sir,” she smiled as you looked at her while being dragged along. The two of you walked down the corridor to his office. He opened the door and let go of your hand. Lifting his arm he cast a fire into the fireplace.

“You. Warm. Go.” he pointed in that direction.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. The stack of furs you had assembled yesterday were still in the same place so you curled up on them.

Yoongi walked over to his bookcase, shopping for something to work on. He pulled out a few notebooks and stacked them on his deck. He poked his tongue against his cheek as he went back and browsed for something for you to read. But maybe you didn’t feel like reading. Maybe you did. He couldn’t quite decide what to do. Fortunately for him, there was a knock at the door. “Come in.”

Lethe entered carrying the tea tray. “Here you go.”

“Thanks Lethe,” you turned around to say. She smiled at you and took her leave. Yoongi was still book shopping so you got up to grab the cups of tea. You grabbed them and walked over to the bookcase. “Here,” you handed him one of the cups.

“Thanks.”

You walked past him and towards the back of the office. “Do you play?”

Yoongi looked over to where you were gesturing. “Yeah. I play the harpsichord pretty well. The Lyre, it’s more tricky.”

“I’d like to hear you sometime,” you commented as you walked back towards the fireplace.

“Well you know, I might not actually be good. I don’t think I’ve ever had an audience.” he stated modestly.

“Oh that’s true. You might be awful.” you teased. “You could play for me and I could let you know just how bad you are.”

He smiled shyly. “Maybe tomorrow. Give me a chance to practice.” And an excuse for you to stay another day.

“Hmm...I suppose I’ll allow it.” you raised your eyebrows and smirked. It was so easy for you to tease him and joke around with him. You forgot that he was a King and the Lord of the Underworld.

“You are too kind, m’lady” he joked back, feeling much more at ease now. “Did you want anything to read?”

“No thanks. But, if you have some blank paper, I wouldn’t mind drawing.”

“Oh? Sure.” Yoongi reached into one of the chests in the room and pulled out some parchment and charcoal. “Umm...do you need my desk?”

You sat down on the furs, “No, this is fine. Remember? Feral.”

He smiled and brought the supplies over to you. “Well, if you change your mind, let me know.” He walked over to his desk and started to write, occasionally looking up at you. My stupid brother was right. Shit. NEXT CHAPTER