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bonky-n-steeb · 4 years ago

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇

𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍! 𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙓 𝙑𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀! 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Bucky and you have loved each other for as long as you can remember, but being who you are, your love story is impossible.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, blood drinking, sex in a forest..? (Boy, they must be cold). PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ

Guys, I’ve fallen down the hole of smut and can’t get up, so please come pick me, or maybe don’t 🥺😉 I hope you guys like this..!

Your eyes wandered as you took in the beauty of the forest in the dark. The scent of the wet soil below was filling your lungs and the melodic sound of the meek creatures of the night was being absorbed by your ears.

Taking a walk at night was a ritual of yours. Being a vampire limited your abilities to roam in the morning, so you took the liberty of wandering around in the peace of the night.

Due to your unnaturally long existence, you had seen a lot of this world. Not just places, but people too. Some days you had enjoyed the luxuries of castles while some days you had spent huddled up in a cottage, hiding from the people hunting you.

No matter how easy life was living in the cities with access to all amenities, but the ethereal peace the forest brought along was unparalleled. And that’s where you were, tucked away from the noise of the city and into the embrace of the nature.

It had been a few years now from purchasing the lone cabin in the forest. In the beginning you had wondered how long you would stay here until someone caught up to you, and you still did.

Just as that thought occurred to you, as if on cue, you heard twigs snapping right behind you. Quickly turning around, you scanned the forest. Your eyes unnaturally sharp in the dark.

From the corner of your eye, you still could see your cottage. It wasn’t that far for you to sprint to it. You had a gun kept in there for emergencies. If this was some Hunter or any other creature trying to jeopardise your life, you weren’t going to go down without a fight.

But before you could act on your thoughts, a known and inviting scent hit you. You inhaled sharply as a smile spread across your face. He had finally come for you. The only man you ever trusted, Bucky.

You would recognise his scent whenever or however you were. You couldn’t see him though, no matter how much you strained your eyes.

You knew what he was doing. He was chasing you like a hunter chasing his prey. Hiding in the corner at first like a predator, only to pounce when the prey falls into the trap.

He was stealthy, but the blood running in his veins and distinct human smell gave him away. You followed the trail blindly, trusting him, just like you had a hundred times before.

You walked with light footsteps on the soft dirt, so as to not give away your location. This hide and seek was your foreplay. And it excited you more than anything else.

When you reached the place where his scent was dense, your first instinct was to inhale it. The musky and earthy scent, the very proof of him being alive, pulled you towards him.

But before you could ponder further, you were pushed hard against the bark of a tree. Your first instinct was to bare your fangs, but when you realised who it was, you let out a loud exhale.

Bucky had you pinned up against the tree, quick enough to surprise you, but not hard enough to hurt. He pressed his own body to your back and mitigated your movements further by holding your hands at your sides.

With his body pressed up against your back, you could feel his own noticeable bulge rubbing against your ass. You weren’t the only one excited by this chase.

“Hasn’t anyone told you that a sweet dove like you shouldn’t be roaming out in the dark.” His husky voice turned you on even more. His beard brushing your cheek only amplified your arousal.

“You’re forgetting that I’m the thing people are afraid of in the dark.” You retorted back with a snarl. He chuckled at that letting go of your hands, only to curl his arms around you, lovingly.

His demeanour changed quickly from a rough predator to a sweet lover. Though you were still at his mercy, you were now in his embrace, safe from the entire world.

You almost wanted to laugh at this irony. A vampire feeling safe in the arms of a hunter. It was like a deer feeling safe with a tiger. Though you weren’t sure who was the tiger between you two.

You couldn’t help but swoon as he pressed kisses to your throat and cheek. It was his way of telling that he missed you. Though he would never put the sentiment into words, just like you.

Your eyes met each other under the moonlight and just like the first time, you wanted to drown in those steel blue pools. You both didn’t move from your positions as you continued staring.

Your lips were utterly close to each other and neither of you moved yet. Your eyes were conveying the emotions you weren’t able to speak. Or maybe your love was powerful enough that it didn’t need words.

You both knew you loved each other. You always had and you always would. But if either of you went public with this relation, neither the vampires nor the hunters would be pleased. And you weren’t ready to lose your friends or start a war.

You had kept this secret for decades if not centuries, you would keep it a little more. This is how it always had been, Bucky would visit you out of the blue and you would have the best sex ever and then again part ways.

Bucky was the first one to move. He darted his tongue out and slowly, sensually licked your bottom lip, while still looking you dead in the eye the entire time.

You closed the gap between you two and smashed your lips together. You licked his chapped lips as he suckled yours. You titled your head to prevent your noses from clashing.

Still not breaking the kiss, you deftly turned around to face him. Placing your hands around his neck, you pulled him closer.

Falling prey to your instincts, you couldn’t help but pierce his bottom lip with your fangs. Just enough to get small rivulets of blood flow into your mouth.

You moaned the moment his blood as sweet as nectar touched your tongue. You had drank from many people, but none tasted like Bucky.

Using your strength and agility, you swiftly switched your positions around, so that now his back was against the tree. You finally broke the kiss as he panted for air.

“Much too late aren’t we, this time?” You skeptically asked him. You had been waiting for him for months. No doubt you were glad for his safe return, but you were going to get the retribution for all the days you had spent worrying about him.

“I was a little busy doll.” He said giving his signature smirk. You were sure he must’ve been out there hunting your kind. But you snapped out of it before the guilt got too much.

“But now you have me, all to yourself.” He said leaning in for another kiss. This was where he was wrong. You would never have him. He would never be completely yours.

As you began kissing again, you clutched the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down in the soft dirt with you. You both went on your knees and he shifted back so that he could sit with his back pressed against the tree. You crawled ahead and settled in his lap.

Your mouth watered as you took in the delicate skin of his neck stretched over the luscious red blood flowing beneath. His body was so warm, so welcoming, unlike yours. The moonlight was radiating off of him.

You were helpless against your urge to feed on him again. Clutching his short hair in your fingers, you titled his head backwards. Now that you had tasted him, your hunger increased by ten folds.

Wrapping your hand around his neck, you pressed particularly hard around his jugular. Not because you wanted to choke him, but because you wanted to feel the beating of his very living heart.

You licked a long stripe of his exposed neck and his breath hitched at the action. “You like that, don’t you?” You asked as you licked a trail from his cheek to his lips.

You wanted to break the skin near his jugular with your fangs. You wanted to taste the most delicious thing you had ever tasted. You wanted his blood to flow in your veins.

But you knew that if you staved off your hunger for a little more, it would be much more pleasurable for him. Unable to stop yourself from wanting to feel more of his skin, you pushed his jacket back and tore his shirt in half. You definitely felt his cock jerk at that.

As you ground your hips down on his hard on, he clutched your hips hard enough to bruise to stop you from moving further. You knew that though the reins were in your hand, he was in control.

As you sucked and marked his collarbones, you felt his hand sneak in your pants from behind. His fingers first started slowly running through your folds and smearing the wetness.

When he flicked at your clit, you sighed and buried your face in his neck, breathing him in. He teased your entrance for a moment, before finally pushing two fingers in. Your whimpers only fueled him and he started pumping his fingers in earnest.

“All I need to do is fill you up with my fingers and you fucking submit. What a dirty little doll you are.” He snickered. You ground and rubbed your clit against the rough fabric of your pants. He soon felt your walls clenching and he quickly removed his fingers from your heat.

“Fuck Bucky. Please don’t stop!” you grunted at the loss of his fingers. “Remove your pants.” Nodding quickly you both slipped your pants and T-shirt off.

As you both resumed your positions, you dived in for another bruising kiss while rubbing your wet core on his rock hard cock.

Taking his dick in your hand, you pumped it a few times before positioning it right at your entrance. Taking it in inch by inch, you both wailed with satisfaction when you finally took him to the base.

Touching your foreheads, you didn’t move at first, relishing at the fullness. The stretch of his cock as good as the first time. But then you slowly worked yourself up on his dick, only to increase your speed with each thrust.

“Such a slut you are, fucking yourself on my cock like a kitten in heat.” He still wasn’t doing anything except getting mesmerised by the way you moved and the way your core gripped his cock tight.

“Are you gonna do something or...,,.. or just gonna sit there and.... Oh Fuck.” You whined and stopped mid sentence as he thrusted up roughly.

He took your hands that had been scratching his chest and held them tightly against your back. You stopped bouncing on his cock and resorted to just grinding.

Your movements were now restricted as your hands were pinned behind. If you wanted, you would’ve broken free, but in no world you wanted to do that. Holding you firmly, he started rutting up against you.

“Fuck, it... it feels so good.” Your eyes shut close at the sensation and your head fell back. Your moans and whines filled the silent forest. Your legs were covered up in the forest soil as your chest was glistening with sweat. This was downright dirty and primal.

Bucky bent down and licked up a fat stripe of your sweat soaked chest and pressed kisses to your throat. “Mine. You are mine. And I’m yours.” He grunted aloud for the whole forest to here.

“Fuck yes!” You screamed into the night. By now your fangs were out in their full glory. And you were chanting Bucky’s name like a prayer.

“Cum for me doll. Milk my cock. Fuck, just like that.” Hearing his words, your dam broke. Your eyes rolled back as your legs quivered.

Your thoughts had left your mind and the only thing you knew was Bucky as the waves of overwhelming white pleasure overtook you. This was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm you ever had. You felt warm and alive.

The fact that you were out in the open for anyone to see a vampire fucking a hunter, made you gush with arousal. Bucky grunted loudly and cursed as your walls squeezed him as he kept pounding into you throughout your orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure started subsiding, you looked at his throat and licked your lips. You knew he was close and you also knew what exactly he needed to fall from the edge.

As if reading your thoughts, he bared his throat to you. After every time you had bit him, he had to hide your bite mark. Even though he loved to feed you, the repercussions of someone seeing vampiric bite marks on him were much too severe to ignore.

You simply sucked at his jugular first as his thrusts grew erratic indicating his oncoming orgasm. Finally, finally as you pierced his skin with your fangs, he came deep inside you with a loud grunt.

Red hot fury filled your mouth as his cum filled your pussy. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of being so full of him. This, right now was the highest state of bliss you had ever been on.

He was giving and you were taking. His blood to you was like nectar to a honeybee. It was the sweetest ambrosia on earth you could ever taste.

Finally when you had your share, you licked his wound clean and looked up to see him completely disheveled and sated. All this time he had been lovingly rubbing your back to comfort you as you drank his blood. How could you not love this man?

A few droplets of his blood slipped from your mouth, and he shamelessly licked them, collecting them on his tongue and kissed you, rubbing them back in your mouth.

You winced as his cock slipped out. You held him tight as you both laid back on the soil and stared at the night sky. You knew he wouldn’t be there by the morning and then again you would wait for him to come find you.

As you glanced at his face, which was definitely sculpted by the gods, you wanted to plead him to stay. Ask him, or even beg him to be with you, only you. But you didn’t, just like you hadn’t all those times before.

Maybe it was your ego, or maybe it was the knowledge that no matter where he went, he would always come back to you.

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kassies-take · 4 years ago

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Super Shadowed (Finale)

Summary: Kasa finds herself and shows her true colors in the face of death, unafraid of the monster in front of her.

Warning: cunning, lies

A/n: I have nothing else better to do than to continue one shots that I actually have ideas for. Also I will probably not be writing any other parts to this.

Tag list for Pt.2 @becka107 @bluerey8a

Kara Danvers x sister!reader, Alex Danvers x sister!reader, Baby Danvers

Word Count: 2144

Part 1 || Finale

For Kasa, hiding her powers came easily. However since the Nazi’s arrived she held herself back from smashing her sister’s doppelgänger’s head into the metal of the Waverider, their version at least.

The younger Zor-El rolls her eyes at the handcuffs power dampeners that are placed on her wrists. She follows this tyrant closely.

“I know you know that Kryptonian promises are not meant to be broken, so these handcuffs are unnecessary.” Kasa spoke to Earth X Kara.

“It’s a safety precaution.” Führer growled.

The walk is long and cold. Kasa knew this wasn’t her sister. Her sister, her Kara, had hope and compassion for all. But a part of her couldn’t help but feel like this Kara was a mirror image of her.

Broken, alone, no place to call home. So she takes it out on power, to make herself a home where everyone loves her.

“Kara.”

Führer stopped and turned towards Kasa. He breathed down on your face, unbothered by the rotten smell coming from his mouth. “You don’t get to call her that.”

“And as you know I’m the one saving your wife. I don’t know about your Kasa.” Kara-X stopped. “But I was training for the Warrior’s Guild.” You lied.

“Just remember that we need your heart not you.”

Führer moved out of the way. In a blink of an eye the older blond marched towards Kasa.

“Leave us!” Kara-X commanded and pushed you into the MedBay.

Führer and Kara-X shared a kiss and the MedBay doors closed behind him. The room turned red after. Kara-X rids Kasa’s handcuffs off. Kasa took her place on one of the MedBay beds.

“We’re going to be in here for a while, before your skin is soft enough to cut into. Why don’t you tell me about what my sister has been up to.” Kara-X crossed and gestured for her sister to speak.

“Well that depends, do I call you Kara? General? Sister? Ooh better yet can I call you ie (sister)?”

“General, is preferred.”

“I have a question, General.” Kasa continued without Kara-X’s approval. “You were shocked to see me protecting Kara earlier,no? You aren’t 100% sure that my heart can save yours. Thawne doesn’t know that.” Kasa hopped off the bed and paced around the room.

“Yet you agreed to a Kryptonian promise. I have to say it doesn’t make sense to me, the Girl of Steel, SS General to the New Reich, ruling over with an iron fist! Submits to an outdated Kryptonian promise.”

“I DONT SUBMIT TO ANYONE OR ANYTHING!” Kara-X stood abruptly.

“Your actions say otherwise,” You smirked and winked. “You still need my heart and you can’t kill me right now knowing my heart would not be useful if I was dead and my skin not soft enough. Plus no powers for either of us.”

Kara-X huffed and glared back towards you.

“See I think you were so quick on accepting a Kryptonian practice after growing in the Fatherland because it reminds you of a home you once had. And seeing that neither of us wears our family’s crest, easily tells me you didn’t feel at home with Uki (dad) and Jeju (mom). The only one you felt at home with was Kasa.”

“She was weak! She stayed behind like a coward. She wanted to stay with Jeju and Uki, when they were the ones who brought our planet to it’s destruction! They favored her! Loved her! Even Aunt Astra loved her! Love is for the weak!” Kara-X was triggered.

“And yet you are married? Or do you only love him because he chooses you? Do you only rule this world because they value you and see you? The all powerful said, normally anyone who surrenders is weak but anyone who faces their death with no fear is honorable.” You mocked.

Kasa stalked closer to Kara-X. The almighty clutches her fists. She shakes violently replicating an earthquake that roars in pain.

“You only honor it because not only did my promise save my dear sister’s life but it saves yours. And for a split second, you remembered how it felt to be truly loved.”

Kara-X headbutts Kasa causing her to stumble backwards. “ENOUGH! I am the most powerful being on Earth! I am a god! And I will not be bullied by WEAKNESS!”

“You are no god! Just meat with bones!” Kasa ducked under a punch. “Under a red sun, you are nothing!”

Kasa smacked aside one of Kara-X’s arms and lowered the other by heading into a squat. Quickly twirling her around and pushing Kara-X onto the ground with a heavy growl.

The younger El ran to the control panel on the wall, smashed it with her elbow pulling the wires out so the door locked in place. Kryptonian technology and the futuristic ship were very similar. A hiss and white smoke erupted from the ceiling, pressurizing the door.

Kara-X charged towards her sister. To counter Kasa threw a punch. Kara-X smacked the punch downwards, snatched Kasa’s punching arm with her left, and turned counterclockwise into her sister to wrap her arm around Kasa’s neck and threw her onto the metal ground.

Kasa tripped Kara-X and locked her in a painful bone crushing hold. A crack echoed in the room. She didn’t hesitate to throw a few punches at the blond.

With a heavy breath Kasa raced towards the prism.

“There’s a difference between you and me Kara. We have a very similar background. Everyone loved Kara. But where you stand in love as a weakness, I see now that it is my strength. And where you a not yet ready for death, I am.” Kasa raised her the prism over her head.

“no,” Kara-X whispered. “No, NO!” She cried.

Kasa smashed it into the ground.

“For as long I live I will make sure you don’t get another heart, and I assure you I would not let you get another prism to finish the procedure either.”

“You promised!”

“That’s another difference between you and me dear sister,” Kasa moved the hair away from Kara-X’s face. “Krypton is dead! And so are it’s customs! It has been dead to me the moment I saw it’s debris floating in the phantom zone! But there is one thing I keep from the dead planet. And it’s a blood bond you no longer understand.” Kasa whispered emphasized each syllable of the last word.

“Open the door!” Führer urged. You both turned towards the shut door.

Kara-X pushed Kasa onto her side and twisted her knee. The agonizing scream echoed around the ship once the door opened.

Führer pulled an arrow at Kasa.

“No, we leave her to torture when we get Kara. I want her to see her little sister die before I RIP OUT HER HEART!”

“The prism.” Führer checked on his wife.

“Don’t worry about that, well use Kryptonite! Ready the troops to attack!”

“What do we do with her?” Führer nodded toward you.

“You strap me to the bow,” Kasa laughed.

Kara-X stepped on Kasa’s broken knee and earned a groan.

“She gets a front row seat to a new mausoleum.”

Kara-X and Führer shared another kiss. An arrow pierced through your hand.

“Son of a bitch!” Kasa yelped her veins glowing green.

Führer and many other soldiers walked off the ship as Kara-X dragged her sister by her hair.

The yellow sun began to regain your powers, unfortunately that included Kara-X. She broke Kasa’s left arm to prevent her from pulling the Kryptonite out faster.

“You’re as weak as they come.”

“I came into this knowing I’d die. But your clock is running out too.” Kasa’s whole body glowed sickly green. “No one hurts my family and lives. No one.” Kasa weakly chuckled. “You’ll get what’s coming to you Kara. Jeju would be so disappointed.”

Kara-X hovered over the control panel.

“KILL ME YOU COWARD! PROVE TO ME YOU’RE THE GOD YOU SAY YOU ARE!” Kasa taunted.

Kara-X only turned her head towards her sister, a flash of longing left as fast as it came. She marched towards Kasa and squeezed her throat. She stared into the eyes of her sister, released her grip and harshly pushed Kasa onto her side.

Kasa chuckled to herself. “So you do have mercy left... too bad you’re dying soon. You’re right though, this planet makes people soft, and that includes you.”

“General,” a soldier caught Kara-X attention.

“Any word of this I will rip your tongue out and feed it to you!”

“We’ve got inbound.” The soldier placed his hand behind his back.

“Then fire countermeasures!”

“We can’t it’s hovering directly off our bow.”

Kara was here. Kara’s here to save the day.

“General, care to step outside.”

Kara-X flew out towards Kara.

The ship vibrated and whined, splitting out deadly seeds to the city below. Seeds that took the nutrients from human beings and drove them into the ground. The screams and multiple tiny explosions amplified like wildfire.

It became hard to distinguish the hell fire and the thumping of her own heart. The smell of gunfire burned her nose. The red and orange flashes transported her back to Krypton.

Holding Jeju’s hand Kara and I ran onto the platform. Explosions came from the right, Kal-El’s pod had already launched. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

“Your pod’s coordinates are interlocked with Kal-El’s. You will follow him to Earth.” Uki addressed Kara.

“I’m not afraid, father.” I heard Kara say.

Me. I was so afraid. What if this new world was not so accepting as Jeju says.

“The trip is long, but you both will sleep most of the way and we will be with both of you in your dreams. You’ll journey to Earth to look after your baby cousin and your little sister. Because of the Earth’s yellow sun you both will have great powers on this planet. You both will do extraordinary things.” Jeju explained.

“I won’t fail Kal-El, Kasa or you.” Kara smiled.

Jeju kissed Kara’s forehead. I hugged onto Jeju’s leg. An explosion went off in the distance.

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked quietly.

“Rao will let us meet again, but not for a long time. Promise you’ll have great stories okay.” Jeju kissed my temple and carried me into the foot of the pod.

Kara and Jeju hugged a long while as Uki turned away with tears in his eyes. When Kara got in the pod doors materialized. The pod picked up speed and launched into space.

Jeju had taken Kara and I to other planets before but the launch was so much scarier than any before. The planet flashed an orange and yellow.

Anger grew inside of me since that day. Kara had it all. But on the brink of death I knew that Family is Power and Kara was the hero everyone needed.

I was ready to share my story with Jeju with the new realizations from telling them. To see the things I couldn’t see before.

“Amaya! It’s Kara’s sister, Kasa” A girl in dark leather and a red necklace came to Kasa’s side.

“Ladies the ship is going to explode!” Cisco shouted.

Kasa was consumed by the blue portal. Her eyes hazed and tried to adjust to the difference of lighting.

Frosty pulled out the arrow and froze over the wound.

“You’ll be okay.” Frosty smiled.

“I’m detecting dangerously high radiation levels.” A robotic voice spoke over the speakers.

“Computer voice lady’s right Supergirl-X is about to go supernova.” Cisco warned.

“Supergirl you doppelgänger is about to have a meltdown.” The man piloting the ship said.

“Kara?” Kasa managed to pull herself off the gurney.

“Wait hey, you are in terrible form to even stand.” The brunette with the yellow suit guided the kryptonian back towards the gurney.

“Nate caught your sister, she’s gonna be fine, kid. We don’t need another death on the ship.”

“Zari...” The yellow suit lady scolded.

“(Y/n)!” Your D.E.O sister ran towards you with Kara behind her.

“Is she gone?”

Kara nodded and caressed your cheek. “(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m okay with Kasa too. I feel really tired.”

“We found your sister on their Waverider. Broken arm, leg, kryptonite arrow in her hand.” Caitlyn said.

“That was so dumb of you! We don’t trade lives!” Kara scolded.

“Liar, you were willing to put your life aside to save everyone on this Earth. Earth needs their hero, and I need my sister alive. El Mayarah.” You smiled up to both your sisters.

“Hey you stole my line.�� Alex kissed your forehead.

“I’ll tell you all about it after my nap.” Your eyes shuttered.

“Heal up, we will get you home.” Kara kissed your forehead. “Jeju would be so proud. I’m proud of you too!”

“Home is where you and Alex are.”

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amiramorozova · 3 years ago

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Dual Summoner and the Darkling pt. 54

Pairing: Dual Summoner Amira Silina and Darkling Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan

TagList: @lifeisingrey, @houseoftoomanyfandoms (If you want to be added to the tag list comment below)

Glossary: Soverenyi - sovereign,

For the next couple of weeks, it was sort of easy except when I had to let Baghra watch Kira so I could attend Aleksander's meetings with him. Ivan was there but not many knew now that I was his 2nd in command, which ranked me above Ivan. Some people noticed me and I just relaxed while listening until one of the Grisha spoke up.

"Moi Soverenyi, why is your wife at the meeting?" The Grisha soldier asked, before Aleksander could say anything or even I could say anything Ivan was the one to speak up. "Moya Soverenyi, goes everywhere with our General." Ivan said but that was necessarily true. Aleksander seemed to wait before they calmed down. "Amira, may be my wife but she is also my 2nd in command here at the little palace. In the event I don't take her with me when we go check on the first army to make sure our Grisha soldiers are safe. She will remain to lead our 2nd army soldiers." Aleksander said

I knew we were able to get close thanks to everything but his plan for the throne was still unknown to me. After so long, I got up from where I was and headed for the door as Ivan spoke up. "The meeting isn't over." Ivan said as I looked back at him with an uninterested look. "I have a daughter to feed, I don't need you reminding me what needs to be done." I said as I left before Aleksander could say anything.

I was moody, in some ways especially since I had suspicions Aleksander was doing things behind my back. I was being paranoid but there was a history with Zoya, so I had suspicions. When I made it to Baghra's hut and walked in going down seeing the two I was calm. Baghra and Kira were the two people I was most calm around, well besides my friends. Baghra seemed to enjoy being a grandmother as she walked over with her and handed her to me.

"Was she well behaved?" I asked as I took her and was ready to take her to feed her. "She has been, I adore her and everything you are doing to put my son in his path of redemption." Baghra said as I had my doubts. "Don't doubt Amira, he's loyal to you. When he put that ring on your hand, it was his symbol of loyalty." I looked at my hand knowing she was right there was a lot that had happened. "Everything has just happened so fast. I was hidden for almost ten years from him, we got together and got married less than a year of knowing each other." I said

Baghra knew what I was talking about, but I knew his truth which was more than I should know. I knew he was eternal like I am but that was where it ended. We were always going to be learning about each other and now we were raising a daughter. "He's talking about another baby already, he still wants the throne." I said as Baghra sighed. "I suppose he might have a good point with achieving the throne, if he ruled Ravka you'd have your freedom and no one would question you with his protection."

Baghra's words surprised me but then I knew aiming for the throne was better than going after the amplifiers and the fold. The fold could still be used as a weapon with just the two of us, I was powerful enough to be his equal without another amplifier. I adjusted Kira in my arm then put a hand on my collar bone where the stag bones lied when I absorbed them into my body, the piece of the stag in his hand made it where I could be more connected to him. He could try to call my power but would he risk me if he did.

"You're thinking about the stag." Baghra said as I looked at her knowing there was no denying it. I still felt like I should have done something back then. "I know it was made to be an amplifier but I still have some sadness about it." I said as I sighed. "Are they supposed to be together?" I asked Baghra, Baghra considered my question for a minute "Possibly, but doesn't mean the same person has to have them. Why?" Baghra asked

"When Kira is old enough, I want to go back for the Sea Whip. I want her to have it, but I don't want it." I said as Baghra looked at Kira in my arms as she was clapping her hands together. I figured she was too young to even show power yet but as we stood there in the hut shadows went over us and then a flash of sunlight mixed with the shadows.

Baghra was shocked seeing the power "Another Dual Summoner, one of Shadow and Sun." Baghra said I was just speechless knowing I wasn't going to have her tested till she was three. Then I thought about how she was from two powerful bloodlines, so it showed that both were residing in her blood but then she got the Dual part from me as I was a Dual Summoner.

"I would keep this secret from others, but Aleksander should be told." Baghra said as I adjusted Kira which made it fade away. "Duly noted Baghra, I'll make sure to tell him after his meeting." I said as I walked away with Kira. I knew a lot was going on in my head at that moment knowing our daughter was very strong. She had Shadows like him but she had Sun like me so I wondered what that would mean.

When we got to the war room I fed her then had her just relax while I thought over how to tell him everything. I heard the door open when he walked in and when I turned he walked over putting his hands on my shoulder and kissing me. I kissed him back even though we hadn't been apart long but it almost felt like we were always missing each other when we were apart. He looked over and saw Kira was asleep for now.

"How was your talk with my mother?" Aleksander asked as he went over to the table the map was on and looked over it. I walked over to see he hadn't removed the first army general's picture and took it away. Aleksander looked at me as I rolled it up and tossed it aside "He's not a problem anymore, you're not excused still for killing west ravkans." I reminded him as I sighed "I had a good conversation with Baghra....and Kira showed her powers." I said

He was messing with something on his map when he dropped it and turned his full attention to me. "She did what?" Aleksander asked as I sighed, "When she wakes up you'll see." I said as he went and set his plans into motion. Kira woke up sometime later and I went over picking her up. Aleksander sat down on his bed and I walked over with her in my arms. "Can you show daddy what you can do? Like you did with Mommy and Grandma." I said to Kira knowing she might not understand. I saw her start laughing and clapping her hands together as it happened again, she didn't know how to control it but he saw it too.

"Shadow and Sun, how unique." Aleksander asked as he smirked a bit, I think he knew that we were all going to be eternal. "I still think we should consider her a brother. Growing up an only child myself a-" I cut him off knowing he wasn't the only one who was growing up an Only child. "I was too." I reminded him as he nodded "Yes, you and I both did. She doesn't have to." Aleksander said as he carefully took Kira from me as he kissed her forehead. "Shadows like your father and Sun like your mother." Aleksander said as he seemed to enjoy the thought.

What are you thinking Aleksander? I thought

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hi, angel! congrats on 300 <3

i hope you’re having a lovely day, i was wondering if i could get a star matchup with iwaizumi?

i’m a scorpio sun, leo moon, aries rising and sagittarius venus :-)

tysm!! 🌷

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕀𝕨𝕒

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 🪐

Gemini is ruled by the Planet Mercury (Communication)

Scorpio is dually ruled by the Planets Mars (Passion) and Pluto (Power).

Scorpio is generally quite concerned with sexual and emotional intimacy

they need much reassurance that their lover values the relationship as much as they do.

Thank goodness, then, for Gemini’s excellent communicative abilities

the Twins should have no trouble communicating their dedication to the Scorpion — if it’s dedication they feel.

Gemini can’t and won’t fake a commitment they don’t feel, so intense Scorpio must learn to back off a bit.

Gemini will certainly make a commitment to a love relationship, but only if they’re free to do so on their own, not coerced into it.

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 🔥💧🍃🌬

Gemini is an Air Sign and Scorpio is a Water Sign.

These two elements can be a great combination; after all, the best decisions are made when they incorporate the intellect (Air) and the emotions (Water) — the mind and the heart.

The trick, of course, is getting these two elements to work in tandem.

Scorpio is a master strategist; if there’s a decision to be made or a project at hand, they can help flighty Gemini focus on the best options.

Gemini, in turn, teaches Scorpio to let go and move on when their efforts are thwarted.

There is a downside to these two elements’ union, however; Scorpio’s emotional manipulations can prove to dampen Gemini’s natural energy and enthusiasm.

Also, airy Gemini can leave Scorpio’s deep waters feeling choppy, rough and disturbed.

𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 🤞

Scorpio trusts everyone until they don’t.

They have this weird, possessive nature that can give ultimate trust to their partner until the first worm of suspicion is created, usually by flakiness and disrespect.

They like things clean and without a doubt, and are prepared to give unconditional honesty, expecting the same in return.

This is where Gemini comes and asks a simple question – how can I be honest when I don’t know what my truth is in the first place?

It is ridiculous to expect such a definite honesty out of a Gemini partner when they are so prone to change and have no idea what they will feel or do tomorrow.

Still, they have a knack for communication that can save the day, but it can only be used if Scorpio doesn’t feel threatened because of their previous heartbreak they’ve never healed from.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 🤝

It is a good thing that Gemini can communicate with anyone.

They will be moved and intrigued by Scorpio’s nature, and very curious as usual.

This will be amplified by Scorpio’s depth and interesting topics, up to the point where they get too dark and depressive.

This is something Gemini doesn’t want to deal with if they don’t have to. Unfortunately, there is not a lot that Scorpio thinks they can learn from Gemini.

Although they might wish to be more superficial, when they get in contact with someone with less depth, their ego sparks and they feel dominant because they are just the way they are.

They will hardly ever respect Gemini for this, and can try to feed on their personality in order to add quality to their own.

In case they share interests and have similar professional or educational directions, they could complement each other very well.

Gemini would give ideas and discover new information, while Scorpio will dig in and give real essence to everything.

Their communication can be inspirational if they get into this mode and start accepting each other’s qualities.

They have so much to give to each other and it would be a shame if they held their relationship in an ego conflict for too long.

𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 😠😔😊

Emotional lack of compatibility is what ruins their sex life and gives them both a headache.

If one of them falls in love with the other, they will hardly have a good time if their feelings are not returned in the same proportion.

We could say it’s hard for them to synchronize, because the emotions Scorpio would give away freely are something Gemini would have to be swept off their feet for.

They don’t seem to have the same emotional scale and this can leave them both unsatisfied or pressured to a breaking point.

The best option for their shared emotional world would be for both partners to give what they can and not expect anything in return.

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 🤲

The good thing in their relationship is that they both value strength of thought.

Although Scorpio values many other things in someone’s personality, they will be impressed by someone’s intelligence and resourcefulness.

Gemini will focus on the same thing, but have a slightly different assessment of someone’s intellect.

However, they can agree to have a shared point of same value, although other things they strive for will differ greatly.

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 💪

A great thing with these two is their openness for change.

Gemini will want to change the scenery and Scorpio will want to change their life, gladly taking Gemini’s small steps toward this goal.

Scorpio is a fixed sign, set in change of huge proportions, and Gemini’s mutable quality will annoy them in most cases.

Still, they can relate to their need for different experiences in life and the excitement they always search for.

Even though they might not be excited by the same things, there will be enough excitement for both partners to choose along the path they decide to cross together.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 💕

Gemini and Scorpio will usually annoy each other senseless. None of them will lightly understand their partner’s personality.

To Gemini, their partner will seem too depressed and dark for no apparent reason, and for Scorpio, this could be an experience with no purpose or depth.

If they do fall crazy in love, they could connect through their mutual love of change and give each other the exact things they lack.

Gemini would get deep, emotional satisfaction they have never felt before and Scorpio would finally get the chance to rest their troubled soul, and realize that not everything needs to be taken seriously.

This is a relationship of great lessons and an enormous capacity for personal growth of both partners.

When Gemini and Scorpio come together in a love affair, they’ll need to learn to understand and accept one another’s differences — and if they can, they will be a nearly unbreakable couple.

Where Gemini is adaptable, intellectual, outgoing and chatty, Scorpio tends to be secretive, focused, intense and determined.

Gemini tends to take things lightly, including their lover; Scorpio, on the other hand, has a very deep need for emotional connection and intimacy.

Scorpio is generally very loyal to their lover and very connected to the relationship.

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Dust Volume 7, Number 2

Bitchin’ Bajas

The whole country is snowed in and Texas is starting to look a lot like the Terrordome, and we can see how people might not be laser focused on music right now, especially if they’re cold or sick or out of food. But music continues to pour in, in great quantities and beguiling diversity, and a fair amount of it is very, very good. So, while we encourage you to take care of your brothers and sisters first (by donating to organizations like Austin Mutual Aid, Community Care — Mutual Aid Houston, Feed the People Dallas or the Austin Disaster Relief Network), we also present another collection of short, mostly positive reviews of new-ish records that have caught our attention. Writers this time around include Ray Garraty, Jennifer Kelly, Bill Meyer, Justin Cober-Lake, Eric McDowell, Bryon Hayes, Jonathan Shaw, Tim Clarke and Mason Jones.

Babyface Ray — Unfuckwitable (Wavy Gang)

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On his new 7 song EP Unfuckwitable, thanks to his technical skills, Babyface Ray grinds through a great variety of trendy topics under a great variety of beats: from “not rap” rap to “bad bitch” rap to “we got it off the mud” rap. It’s all very professionally done, as you expect from a professional rapper, despite Ray’s claims that he’s not one. But midway through it, behind the misty fog of bouncy production and some lines catching the ear, you can clearly see at least two problems, with the EP and Babyface Ray. First, he doesn’t have anything to say (unlike some hip hop artists who ran out of things to say, he never had any in the first place). Second, he either doesn’t rhyme or goes for a lazy rhyming. The standout here is “Like Daisy Lane”, a catchy little song, with absolutely no substance behind it.

Ray Garraty

Bananagun — The True Story of Bananagun (Full Time Hobby)

The True Story of Bananagun by Bananagun

Ooh look, it’s tropicalia from Australia! The five-piece Bananagun hails geographically from Melbourne, but metaphysically from 1960s Sao Paulo or swinging London. Their first album swaggers like a long-haired hipster in wide-flared hip huggers, fingers snapping, funk bass slapping, keyboards and flutes gamboling in hot melodic pursuit. Multiple band members got their start in similarly 1960s-aligned Frowning Clouds, so the psych garage freakbeat elements are, perhaps, to be expected. But Bananagun runs hotter, wilder and considerably less Anglo. “People Talk Too Much” rattles the foundations with scorching funk percussion, big flares of brass and a vintage Afro-beat call and response chorus. “Mushroom Bomb” likewise heats up psychedelic apocalyptica with seething syncopations of bass and drums. Most of these tracks are a bit overstuffed, with a pawn shop’s worth of instruments enlisted in happy, dippy, everyone-get-in-the-jam exuberance, but am I going to complain about too much joy? I am not. Bring on the Bananagun.

Jennifer Kelly

Andrew Barker / Jon Irabagon — Anemone (Radical Documents)

Anemone by Andrew Barker + Jon Irabagon Duo

Some names tell you exactly where you stand, and others raise questions. Take the name of this record, for example; did drummer Andrew Barker (Gold Sparkle Band, Little Huey Orchestra) and tenor saxophonist Jon Irabagon (Mostly Other People Do The Killing, I Don’t Hear Nothin’ But The Blues) have the aquatic or land-lubber variety in mind? To get specific, is this record a buttercup, or a bottom-dwelling, plant-lookalike life form that waits for other aquatic species to come close enough for it to lance them, paralyze them with venom and chow down on their still-living bodies?

“Learnings,” the first of the album’s four tracks, is true to its name, being a distillation of instrumental tones and free jazz attacks that might remind you of moments from various Coltrane and Pharoah records. It feels familiar, but invigorating. The title tune comes next, and it’s a slower, more laconic performance, attractive enough to be either the sea or land variety. Then comes “Book of Knots,” which suspends an intricate percussive construction over slow-bubbling pops and barks. The record closes with “Branded Contempt,” a juxtaposition of pathos-rich blowing and restless brushwork. One can listen most of the way through this record without guessing whether it owes allegiance to Poseidon or Persephone, but the coarse intensity of Irabagon’s playing in the last minutes is the tell; this record packs a sting.

Bill Meyer

BBsitters Club — BBsitters Club & Party (Hausu Mountain)

BBsitters Club & Party by BBsitters Club

Label Hausu Mountain specializes in weird experimental electronics. Its release of a rare rock record might raise a few eyebrows. BBsitters Club, with the label's founders making up half the quartet, pulls off a tricky feat in becoming an arch rock band. BBsitters Club & Party has enough old-fashioned blues and psych-based rock to suggest a group taking itself seriously. Naming the opening track “Crazy Horse” immediately calls attention to its meta status, even if the track sounds more like Pink Floyd than Neil Young's collaborators (and there's a touch of hair metal in there, too). No group with songs called “Joel,” “Joel Reprise,” and “Joel Reprise Reprise” can take itself too seriously, and that kind of playfulness runs throughout the disc. At the same time, BBsitters Club does take its musicianship seriously. They avoid conventional forms, working in complicated structures full of surprising twists. The group can get a little proggy, but then twist it toward an Allman Brothers-style jam. If it starts to settle into the Woodstock era (see the clear nods to Hendrix and Cream), it jumps to the 1980s with an unlikely easiness. The band goes wherever they feel like rocking, with everyone invited to the party.

Justin Cober-Lake

Bitchin Bajas — live ateliers claus (les albums claus)

Bitchin Bajas - live ateliers claus by Bitchin Bajas

If we can all agree the pandemic has dealt musicians some dizzying blows, that’s hardly to say they had it easy before. Squeezed between tech platforms and spurned by a hostile federal government (speaking for the US, anyway), even on tour they had to contend with iffy financials, physical neglect and — because why not say it louder for those in the back? — literal theft. So Cooper Crain, Rob Frye and Dan Quinlivan found themselves over 4,000 miles from home in May 2018, playing Brussels’s les ateliers claus on borrowed equipment after having their gear stolen (twice) on a European tour in support of Bajas Fresh. “Um, we’re, ah, Bitchin Bajas, from Chicago ... Illinois,” one of the trio says over the set’s first tentative tones. “And thanks ... for coming. This is gonna be great, I think. Or, we’ll see.”

Perhaps it’s not a question of either/or but both/and, the cosmic “we’ll see” of COVID-19 only amplifying how truly great it is to receive this music in the unimaginable future of three years later. As ever with the Bitchin Bajas, there is pleasure in the subtleties, whether that’s an excited concert-goer whooping as “Jammu” picks up momentum or the way each turn of the musical kaleidoscope seems to bring out new hues. That the recording doesn’t represent any dramatic departure from what we hear on the studio album or during other sets on other tours is part of its appeal and part of its power as a balm. We don’t need any more startling revelations right now. In this sense, the whole live ateliers claus series is a reminder that this venue and these artists — from Michael Chapman (vol. 1) up through Will Guthrie (vol. 12) — are still here today. If we can help repay what’s been stolen from them, they’ll be here tomorrow, too.

Eric McDowell

Loren Connors & Oren Ambarchi — Leone (Family Vineyard)

Leone by Loren Connors & Oren Ambarchi

This is the first time that Loren Connors and Oren Ambarchi have collaborated, despite the myriad ties that bind the two guitarists across the global exploratory music scene. Leone offers a trio of pieces arranged like overlapping globs of paint on a painter’s palette: the two artists each perform solo with a collaborative piece in between. “Lorn” is a side-long Connors piece with the guitarist in an experimental mood, hammering the reverb-drenched strings to create a glorious cacophony. Ambarchi’s “Nor” recasts the guitar first as a church organ and then as a subaquatic communications device. When the two pair up for “Ronnel,” it is a symbiotic meeting. Connors picks out notes around which Ambarchi weaves contrails of tone. It is a mesmerizing piece, and, we hope, just the first of many joint efforts from these two.

Bryon Hayes

Buck Curran — WFMU 'The Frow Show' Live Session (Feat. Jodi Pedrali) (Obsolete Recordings)

Buck Curran: WFMU 'The Frow Show' Live Session (Feat. Jodi Pedrali) by Obsolete Recordings

When we last caught up with Buck Curran, he was hunkered down at then ground zero for the COVID epidemic, socially isolating in Bergamo, Italy while recording the lovely acoustic-guitar-and-voice album, No Love Is Sorrow. Half a year later, still deep in the grip of a worldwide pandemic, he made this record, a duet with Italian keyboard player Jodi Pederali, revisiting one song from the previous album and adding three others. The tracks with Pederali fuse Curran’s electric blues with the bright, meditative melodies of Pederali’s piano. The two players interact and overlap in intoxicating dialogue. “Deep in the Lovin’ Arms of My Babe,” reprises the finger-picked folk of Curran’s earlier album, adding a glittering sprinkle of piano to its mournful, wistful melody. The set was recorded for Jess Jarnow’s show on WFMU and released on Bandcamp, and while not as long or as weighty as No Love Is Sorrow, it’s well worth hearing.

Jennifer Kelly

Jürg Frey — l’air, l’instant - deux pianos (Elsewhere)

l'air, l'instant - deux pianos by Jürg Frey

When you put two pianos together, there must surely be a temptation to see how much sound you can get out of them. Swiss composer Jürg Frey does the opposite on the two compositions that make up this CD. Each is so sparse that an inattentive listener might think they are hearing one patient pianist, when in fact they are hearing a pair of deeply skilled interpreters. The task assigned to Reinier van Houdt and Dante Boon is to place their notes in such precise relation to each other that they can influence each other’s pitches without interfering with them. Each musician is, as the title “toucher l’air (deux pianos)” (2019) suggests, inducing a slight disturbance in the atmosphere, lightly pressing transitory shapes into the silence that absorbs each note. “Entre les deux l’instant” (2017/2018) allows the two pianists to decide how closely they will match paces as they trade the roles of melodist and accentuator. Immune to gauche temptation, Frey seems drawn instead to see how much attention and how little sound it takes to accentuate the beauty of silence.

Bill Meyer

Chris Garneau — The Kind (The Orchard)

THE KIND by Chris Garneau

Chris Garneau’s lush, stunning art-pop swoops and whirls and flutters in wild arcs of drama. In this fifth album, the New York City songwriter works in a restrained palette of guitar, piano, electronics and drums, but colors way outside the box with his vibrant, emotional-laden voice, which flies up into a falsetto register with an ease not heard since Jeff Buckley passed. “I know you loved me truly, but we don’t love one way, do we?” he croons on the gorgeous “Telephone,” lofting up into whistle range without losing the purity or the trueness of his tone. Cuts like the title song and “Now On” are prayerfully simple, just framing piano chords and Garneau’s highly charged delivery. But others like “Not the Child” are more intricately constructed with a lattice of picked strings, an antic syncopated beat and staccato vocal counterpoints that dance around the main line. The Kind’s songs are deeply personal and rooted in Garneau’s experiences as gay man, but they’ll resonate with anyone who’s ever loved or longed or regretted.

Jennifer Kelly

Gaunt Emperor — Femur (Self-released)

Femur by Gaunt Emperor

Some would-be emperors may no longer have clothes (looking at you, Trump), but Gaunt Emperor is unabashed about wearing its influences on its sleeve. Femur is the first LP by this California project, and Sunn 0))) and the first few records released by Earth are large presences, looming hugely just behind the sounds Gaunt Emperor generates. If you’re familiar with those other bands, you get the essential idea: deep (really deep) notes and long (really long) sustain from loud (really loud) guitars, and not much else. That said, Gaunt Emperor has an aesthetic vision that seems to be attempting to survey its own territory. While compositions like “Slow Submersion” and “The Birth of Obsidian” work from the playbook established by O’Malley and Anderson, the textures of Gaunt Emperor’s guitar tone have their own sort-of-subtle qualities. They’re pretty good. “Conception,” the second track on Femur, expresses a similar inclination towards melody that Earth began to demonstrate on The Bees Made Honey in the Lion’s Skull (2008), but Gaunt Emperor retains an unrestrained relation to volume; you can feel the heat inexorably building in the overdriven amplifier stack. In any case, this is suitable music for pondering massive, ongoing phenomena, like the calving of icebergs off Antarctica’s coast or the steady disappearance of the Amazonian rainforest — not that Femur will make you feel any better about that stuff.

Jonathan Shaw

Luka Kuplowsky — Stardust (Mama Bird)

Stardust by Luka Kuplowsky

Soft jazzy reveries coalesce around this Toronto songwriter’s offhand, semi-spoken melodies. Little accents of acoustic bass, slide guitar, hushed harmonies dart in and out of focus, but the songs themselves come up on you obliquely, filtering in from the vents in evocatively scented clouds. Rhythms sway in undulant, bossa nova syncopations, while chords slide into resolution from slightly off center. A half-remembered jazz flute lick lick lofts through the window. At the center of it all is Luka himself, posing, but not insisting on koan-like observations. “Perfection is a noose,” he confides amid the muted wreck and roll of massed jazz sounds in “City by the Window,” but he seems unbothered by it. Perfection is an accident, and if you look at it too hard, it disappears.

Jennifer Kelly

José Lencastre / Hernâni Faustino / Vasco Furtado — Vento (Phonogram Unit)

Vento by José Lencastre / Hernâni Faustino / Vasco Furtado

Vento is the Portuguese word for wind, and the name conveys that combination of purposeful and chance operations that converged to make this record happen. The trio of alto saxophonist José Lencastre, double bassist Hernâni Faustino and drummer Vasco Furtado didn’t book a studio with the intent to record; they just wanted a place to play for a couple hours. But the engineers had just obtained some microphones and wanted to try out their new toys. Likewise, this improvisational trio did not bring an tunes to the session, but they play with a purposefulness born of shared aesthetic values. Whether are sailing a brisk clip, as on the title track, or gradually unwinding the music at low volume and velocity, as on “Ruínas,” they operate as a real time compositional cooperative, developing their music in linear fashion. While they share a direction, they also value contrast. For example, Lencastre’s breathy tone during the latter tune’s early moments balances Faustino’s pointed twang. Since remorseless microoganisms and anti-cultural politicians are each doing their best to keep live music down, records like this serve a necessary function in reminding us of the life force that motivates improvised music.

Bill Meyer

Lilys — A Brief History of Amazing Letdowns (Frontier)

A Brief History of Amazing Letdowns by Lilys

Kurt Heasley’s Lilys made some of the most ebullient and inventive guitar music of the 1990s. The best Lilys songs sound as though they’re flying apart and being put back together as they hurtle along, killer hooks tossed aside as quickly as they start to drag you in. Though they’re perhaps best known for their Kinks-indebted breakthrough Better Can’t Make Your Life Better, this was actually a sharp turn away from the dense shoegazey atmospherics of their first couple of records. Thus far, Frontier Records has reissued their first two albums, In the Presence of Nothing and Eccsame the Photon Band, both of which are superb. The A Brief History of Amazing Letdowns EP was originally released in 1994, a transitional period when Heasley was still exploring the textural joys of distorted guitars while starting to throw down pop hooks with aplomb. Opener “Ginger” hits similar pleasure centers as Weezer’s debut, released the same year, while on “Dandy,” Heasley’s vocal sounds uncannily like Stephen Malkmus. The previously unreleased “G. Cobalt Franklin” foregrounds searing guitar tones and bulbous bass, the bulk of the melodic layers sounding like they’re bleeding through from the next room, peppered with swirling flange and voice recordings. The second half of this expanded edition comprises songs originally demoed for Eccsame the Photon Band, and later released in 2000 on a split EP with Aspera Ad Astra. They’re decent enough, though feel like they’re missing the spark of the best Lilys creations. So, while this amounts to a far-from-essential Lilys release, it’s fascinating to hear Heasley in transition, working out how to reconcile his love for melody with his immersion in guitar noise.

Tim Clarke

Fred Lonberg-Holm — Lisbon Solo (Notice)

Lisbon Solo by Fred Lonberg-Holm

As befits a guy who has also recorded a “solo” record in the company of a Florida swamp full of frogs, Fred Lonberg-Holm picks his recording locations strategically, and location has a lot to do with how this album turned out. It was done at an old and well-appointed studio in Lisbon, Portugal, where he could be sure that the microphones would catch every creak, groan and polyphonic wail he might draw out of his main instrument. But he also knew, from prior visits, that he would have access to some seriously over-the-hill pianos. While most of the album is devoted to savagely bowed attacks, the odd digressions into detuned, radiant chimes deliver just enough respite to keep you off balance and on the edge of your seat.

Bill Meyer

Dan Melchior — Odes (Cudighi Records)

'Odes' by Dan Melchior

Dan Melchior is likely a recognizable name to Dusted readers; he has made quite a string of releases over the years. This cassette/digital release, recorded in 2016, is a subdued affair, nine songs for the most part following the same blueprint: a track of strummed or lightly picked acoustic guitar with a fuzzy electric lead layered on top. The foundational guitar tracks establish a calm, repetitive cycle, giving some of these songs an almost raga-like feel, in some cases through a hazy reverb: "Tybee" feels like you're sitting in the next room listening to him play through a closed door.

Calling the overdubs "guitar leads" implies the wrong feel. While played through fuzz or distortion, the mood is a woozy one, more opiated than energetic, but in a drifting, pleasant way. There's an over-arching melancholy throughout these songs, one person alone playing to satisfy a need. Knowing Melchior was facing the recent loss of his wife Letha certainly colors it, but even a listener ignorant of that back-story would feel the emotional resonance.

These nine ramshackle, loose instrumental pieces are personal, incomplete, and like having someone entrust you with private stories in song form.

Mason Jones

Mint Field — Sentimiento Mundial (Felte)

Sentimiento Mundial by Mint Field

Mint Field, from Mexico City, filters the feedback and noise of shoegaze guitars through a pensive screen, finding an aura of nostalgia in between and among blinding walls of scree. Estrella del Sol Sánchez contributes two of the band’s signature sounds, the dreamy, delicate vocals and the swirling masses of altered guitar. She is supported by Sebastian Neyra on bass and Callum Brown on drums. The volume level varies song to song, but it’s all mesmerizing and good. “Delicadeza” breezes in on the tenderest sort of sigh, the softest, most lyrical strummed accompaniment, but “Contingencia” digs in and pounds, drums cranking, bass thudding and guitars winging out in wild arabesques of distorted sound. The easiest comparison might be the similarly hauntingly voiced Lush, but there’s something special here in the soft, keening soprano calm at the center of even the most agitated cuts.

Jennifer Kelly

Roy Montgomery — Island of Lost Souls (Grapefruit)

Roy Montgomery 40th Anniversary 2021 LP Series by Roy Montgomery

In 2021, guitarist Roy Montgomery celebrates 40 years of music-making with the release of four new LPs, beginning with Island of Lost Souls. Though 2018’s fantastic Suffuse included vocals from artists such as Haley Fohr (Circuit Des Yeux), Julianna Barwick and Liz Harris (Grouper), Island of Lost Souls is entirely instrumental, comprising four pieces, each dedicated to a late artist (actor Sam Shepard, and musicians Adrian Borland, Peter Principle and Florian Fricke). Though wordless, Montgomery’s guitar speaks volumes, flickering and flowing with the liquid grace of a player intimately familiar with both his fretboard and the effects pedals at his feet, sending waves of tone cascading with delay and reverb. Plus, on the side-long, climactic “The Electric Children of Hildegard von Bingen,” Montgomery pitch-shifts his guitar so it really ascends to the heavens, where it takes up residence for 22 minutes. Fans of Windy & Carl, Flying Saucer Attack and The Durutti Column, take note.

Tim Clarke

Jon Mueller — Family Secret (American Dreams)

Family Secret by Jon Mueller

A family secret is usually a multigenerational skeleton in the closet that is either sorrowful or sinister. For percussionist and Volcano Choir member Jon Mueller, it is the former: a series of familial rifts that became the unlikely muse for this collection of reverberating drones. Mueller employs instruments that produce multiple resonant tones, such as singing bowls and gongs, to create rich pools of complex sound. Metallic hues brighten subterranean rumblings while enigmatic dapples of condensed steam coalesce into liquid shapes. The drummer conjures ghastly creatures through extending the vocabulary of his drum kit. Cymbal scrapes become banshee wails and scoured skins emanate uncanny whispers. With Family Secret, Mueller manifests his personal demons as phantom signals. He transmogrifies emotional strife into physical actions which then become ethereal. Ironically, the resulting sounds are actually soothing. Pain has never sounded so sweet.

Bryon Hayes

Primitive Motion — Descendants of Air (Kindling)

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Primitive Motion is the Brisbane-based duo of Sandra Selig and Leighton Craig, and Descendants of Air is their seventh album, previously only available as a CD given away at live shows. You can immediately imagine what the album sounds like based on the artist name and album title alone: rustic yet cosmic, full of space and open to spontaneity. Recorded on the banks of the Enoggera Reservoir, these eight meandering pieces prominently feature the sounds of wind and leaves, plus the calls of raucous Australian birds, while Selig and Craig insinuate suggestions of melodies and chords on nylon-string guitar, woodwinds, and battery-powered keyboards, and gently massage the air with percussive patters. Though part of the appeal of the recording is its deliberate vagueness, the most affecting piece, and the shortest, is “True Orbit,” where a strident theme built around melodica, keyboard and voice seems to emerge fully formed from the aether.

Tim Clarke

Socioclast — S/T (Carbonized Records)

Socioclast by Socioclast

In heavy music’s current moment of endless genre-hopping and hybridization, it’s nice to hear a record that understands exactly what it wants to be. Socioclast is a grindcore record. Like Assück’s grindcore’s records. A lot like Assück’s grindcore records. You get all the high-velocity chugging crunch and guttural grunting — vocals so deep in the gullet that it’s pretty hard to pick up any lyrics. The song titles, however, suggest the ideological dispositions you might expect: “Surveillance, Normalization, Examination,” “Specter Signal,” “Psychodrone,” “Propaganda Algorithm.” There can be a fine line between paying tribute and being derivative, but Socioclast creates an homage rather than an outright imitation. This is 21st-century music. It sounds a lot clearer and slicker than anything Assück or the early Slap A Ham bands committed to vinyl. Like Slap A Ham, Socioclast is a California-based musical phenomenon, featuring dudes who have played in bands like Deadpressure and Mortuous; Colin Tarvin’s death-metal grooves are especially prominent on some of the record’s best tracks, including “Eden’s Tongue” and “Omega.” But this is assertively a grindcore record. Given that version of traditionalism (and yes, events have come to such a pass that grindcore has a tradition), it turns out that Socioclast isn’t all that socioclastic. So goes the strangeness of semantics. But the music is good.

Jonathan Shaw

Space Quartet — Under the Sun (Noise Precision Library)

Under the Sun by Space Quartet

Space is a persistent and multi-faceted theme in the music of the Portuguese electronic musician, Rafael Toral. And while his name is not appended to the Space Quartet’s, make no mistake, this is his band, playing his music. But it is a music derived from ideas that can’t be realized without the right people. So, while Toral has delved repeatedly into the sounds that people imagine they might make and that they actually find in outer space, and he has explored empty and variously filled spaces as starting points for his music, the point of the Space Quartet is to find the right people, and give them enough space to realize a new kind of jazz. Under the Sun is the combo’s second recording, made with a substantially different line-up than the iteration that recorded the self-titled debut for Clean Feed Records. Toral has sacrificed the all-electronic front line and switched drummers, but in doing so he may have found the right crew to take him where he needs to go. Across the album’s two 21-minute-long tracks, there are usually several ongoing dialogues taking place between the players, which manifest intriguing degrees of mutual challenge and support. But the way that Toral’s elongated feedback lines and Nuno Torres’ stuttering alto saxophone phrases flow around Hugo Antunes’ stark, elastic double bass figures and percussionist Nuno Morão’s lightly deployed, carefully modulated streams of textures and beats that extends a lineage anchored in the language that Cecil Taylor’s trio first released into the air at the Café Montmartre back in 1962.

Bill Meyer

Stinkhole — Mold Encrusted Egg (Mangel Records)

MOLD ENCRUSTED EGG by STINKHOLE

The name sort of says it all, but to clarify anyways: Stinkhole languishes in a slimy musical ditch, bottoming out somewhere between the No Wave skronk of Mars and the transgressive caterwauling of Suckdog. As was the case with both of those acts, the dissonance and the gross-out antics can obscure some interesting ideas. Clawing your way through the dense layers of yuck (or, depending on how you’re wired, enjoying it) is integral to the challenge posed by the experience. All the gagging vocalizations, primitivist drumming and semi-tuned bass whomps on Mold Encrusted Egg occupy prominent positions on the surface of songs like “Orange Juice.” But listen to Mold Encrusted Egg a little more closely: there are some rabid grooves, feral guitar breaks and a lot of impenetrably weird environments of sampled sounds, tape manipulations and unidentifiable scree. Is it fun? Does it sound good? Fuck no. The band’s name is Stinkhole. They write songs with titles like “Slippin’ on Slug Slime” and “Emancipated by Hair.” They roll with the whacko punk and noise bands that have congregated around the Berlin-based Flennen digital music zine and its accompanying label. Dig the stink. Rock has rarely been so richly rotten.

Jonathan Shaw

Styrofoam Winos — S-T (Sophomore Lounge)

STYROFOAM WINOS "S/T" by Styrofoam Winos

Stryofoam Winos brings together three old friends to swap songs in Nashville. You might recognize Lou Turner from her solo album, Songs for John Venn, a sly and subversion of the songwriter’s wholesome alt-country charm. Joe Kenkel is a kindred spirit, a folk rock singer with respect but not reverence for the certitudes of Southern life. Says Nashville Scene of his solo Dream Creator, “Kenkel, a sophisticated folk-rock songwriter, documents Music City’s idiosyncrasies on his debut LP, with acutely observant lyrics.” And Trevor Nikrant completes this anonymous all-star line-up; his 2017 debut caught the ear of Aquarium Drunkard’s J. Steel who called it “Oddball baroque psychedelia broadcasted from a basement on the east side.” The three kicked things off with a lo-fi and charming debut, Winos at Home, in 2017, but this self-titled LP takes things up a notch with songs that balance craft with eccentricity. “Stuck in a Museum” jangles and rambles in an antic, neurotically intelligent way, as the narrator finds himself entrapped amid the exhibits, staring fixedly at a teapot from the Tang Dynasty. “Roy G. Biv” turns contemplative—and twangy—as Turner sings plaintively about rainbows and colors, the way things change and how hard it can be to keep up. “Maybe More” glints with mandolin, but remains pared back, as a down-trodden singer (one of the guys, not sure which) sings about a life stuck in neutral, same book, same coat, same jokes, but beautiful. The disc has the feel of a warm, casual gathering, with friends jumping in on harmonies or picking up the bass. The songs are sharp and lovely without a lot of fuss.

Jennifer Kelly

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years ago

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Trying to get myself back into writing long fics again by retconning/rebooting an old fic premise. This is a redo of Tamper.

Summary: After her breakdown, Azula is sent to an institution that alters her moods using spirit energy. Aang is an instrumental pawn in this endeavor.

They like to tamper with her spirit. She supposes that it doesn’t matter because it is broken anyways. They constantly shift it and mold it and faintly Azula knows that it is wrong. But they have tampered with her spirit too much already for her to be alarmed by it beyond the simple acknowledgment that it is unnatural and invasive, no matter how good the intent. And lately she doesn’t have a reason to believe that their intentions are good. She isn’t sure when they began to shift from therapy to control but she hasn’t the means to fend their antics off.

She has become a lab elephant-rat of sorts. Before her, spirit vines have never been used to treat a patient like herself. Combined with the Avatar's reluctant aid, she hasn’t even a chance to resist. So her moods shift constantly and not of her own accord. Not even of their own accord. They shift and bend to the will of Aang. To the will of the Sun Pool facility personal.

Azula is a different person day to day. They will elevate her mood and she will become chipper and bubbly, more like TyLee than herself. Sometimes they will touch her spirit in the wrong way and she will be numb and impassive, almost depressive. More closely resembling Mai in this instance. At some point she had taken to naming each personality that seemed to emerge from them playing with her emotions. Including the real Azula there are ten; Cheerful and bubbly Azula is Sachi. Somber Azula is Yuka. When they have her in a state of unexplainable rage, she becomes Shiori. The passionate and lustful, Aiakahana is the most uncomfortable to reflect upon. Being Aiakahana brings her a sense of shame and embarrassment. Humiliation has a name too, it is Rokora, who was easy to make flustered and awkward.

Other times they are able to bring out a more curiosity driven, childlike version of her. This person, she calls, Inori. They could elicit a more fearful and paranoid version of herself—Kowagaru, she names that one.

There are three emotions that they seem to enjoy amplifying the most; there is a generous and giving Azula, who she has named Shona and a loving and rather sweet version of her that she calls Ai-Emi. Least of all, Azula enjoys being Nari.

Nari is timid, shy, and soft-spoken. Often she is prone to being taken advantage of. Nari is everything Azula dreads letting herself be. She has no fight. She has no control nor dominance. They usually evoke Nari when they want to try a new treatment with her or to subdue her. They know she won’t say no, and if she does then they know that she will eventually submit. She is almost certain that they are trying to mold her into Nari for good. She would certainly be easier to manage that way.

These days, even on the days where they aren’t tampering so heavily with her spirit energy, Azula finds herself in a state of confusion. Somewhere down the lines she has lost herself completely, she is growing uncertain of which personality is her real one. She can no longer tell if she is truly feeling things of her own accord or if they are false emotions. And she loathes the uncertainty, the insecurity.

She lies tethered to a bed, it might as well be a cold metal operating table. The warm and plush sheets are falsely comforting. She supposes that it is another ploy to coax Nari to the foreground as much as possible.

“Try to relax.” Instructs the head of operations, a doctor named Sangyul. She doesn’t think that she has a choice. If she can’t calm herself, Aang will instill serenity within her. She decides that she should just try to calm herself on her own. She lets her body go slack. “Good.” The remark is completely patronizing and is almost enough to bring tension back to her. “Avatar Aang.”

With that cue, Aang steps forward. His eyes are wide and innocent. His demeanor is nothing but friendly and hopeful and yet the sight of it instills nausea within her. “Good morning, Azula.” He greets.

She stares at her palms.

He has been doing this long enough to know that he won’t be getting a response. Sangyul fixes a few spirit vines across her forehead and at her temples and beckons Aang forward. The smile that the Avatar offers is supposed to be reassuring. It only makes her feel sicker, some part of her wonders if he does know exactly what he is doing and that he reaps some sick joy from it. She closes her eyes as his fingers press against her forehead. The spirit vines radiate a faint purple as Aang taps into their power.

She can feel him working his way in. She has long since given up on trying to wall him out. His fingers are phantasmal and they pull and tug on invisible threads of energy. In her mind, their color varies; brilliant red-orange, she thinks, is their natural state. An aura of power and control and confidence. When she is angry they flare a brighter red and when she feels passion, the hue is more scarlett.

Aang’s energy, as it invades hers, is a white-blue, tinged with the purple of spirit vines. It creeps in and curls around the vulnerable threads of her aura and emotions. The white-blue tendrils fan out until they touch each and every thread. It is a tedious process, a slow one. Once the first thread is wholly wrapped in pink, he moves on to the next and then the next. Even after all of this time, he still hasn’t mastered the art. Every now and again, he forgets to unravel the thread--or simply can’t seem to do it--and so pink turns bright red and then deep red.

The purple radiating upon and around the spirit vines is beginning to fade. Aang doesn’t have time to go back and correct his mistakes. Half of the threads of her mood are pink and the other half are left scarlet.

Azula hasn’t yet come up with names for the hybrid emotions he has been leaving her with lately. Granted, this time there is more pink than scarlet. She is exhausted. Exhausted to the point where she can barely lift a finger.

“You alright?” Aang asks.

She yearns to tell him that he can save his false care, but only manages a sleepy murumer.

Like clockwork, they peel the vines from her head and lead her back to her room to sleep it off. When she wakes she won’t be her.

.oOo.

Aang is sitting at the foot of her bed. With nothing else to do, he observes her sleeping form. These days, she looks so small and fragile. In that way, she doesn’t even look like her. When her eyes flutter open he wishes that he could be elsewhere, for both her sake and his own.

“Avatar.” She greets, her voice is low and soft with sleepiness. She heaves herself upright and eyes the boy. Her expression is too kind for it to be her, the real her. His stomach lurches, Sangyul will be pleased with his work, but he only feels disgust.

“They said that it might be good for you if I ate dinner with you.”

Azula swallows, “you...you want to have dinner with me?”

Aang’s unease grows when she struggles to meet his stare. He offers her a soft, albeit, uncomfortable smile. He is all too familiar with this mood. “Yeah, I think that it would be good for you to have some company.”

She gives a rather sheepish smile. “I think that, that would be nice.”

Aang rubs the back of his head. “Yeah.” He lays down a small box containing fried rice, noodles topped with an egg, and a small assortment of fruits.

“Did you make all of this?”

He did, he had carefully put it together, a little something to lift her mood but also because the stuff that they try to feed her looks foul. He shakes his head anyways, he knows how she will take it if he says that he had cooked for her and it makes him feel terribly awkward and guilty.

“Oh.” She looks downcast. Disappointed. It is better if she is. Her smile returns, “well, it is good to have a meal with you, Avatar.” Her fingers brush over his; he hadn’t painted her aura with enough deep red for her to dare anything more than that. But he is well aware that she wants to, that she wishes she had the courage for it. He can see it in her eyes, it is the look Katara had given to him some time ago, before he had lost his way.

He wants to tell her that it is nice to have a meal with her too, but it will have the same effect as telling her that he prepared dinner for her. “Please just eat, Azula.”

Her face falls again. She picks up her chopsticks and hovers a few noodles in front of her mouth before putting them down again. “You’re angry with me.”

“No! No! I just…” he just what? “I just...they don’t give you a very long dinner time and I need to make sure that you have time to finish it.” He finishes lamely.

She has a few quiet bites before offering him one. Again he shakes his head, “it’s your dinner. I already ate.”

When she finishes her meal he finds himself wishing that he were right about her having short meal times. There is no food left to keep her occupied for what remains of the hour and it is a good twenty minutes. She twirls her bangs around her pointer. Were she Azula, really Azula, he would use this extra time to ask her how she is feeling. There is no sense in it when he knows how she is feeling. How he has forced her to feel. She loves him. For now, anyhow.

Not for the first time, he questions how this is supposed to help her heal and recover. And not for the first time, he concludes that helping her get better had never been a goal at all. He will tell them that he no longer feels up to treating her.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here, Avatar. You’re the only person here who isn’t...cold. I think that you actually care for me.” She pauses, moving closer towards him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me or how to fix it. They’re supposed to help me but they don’t. You do though, you try, I think.” She wraps her arms around him and nuzzles her face into his chest.

His stomach knots. He isn’t a bad guy, he is worse than that. And he has probably just proved that by letting her lean into him and hugging her back. He feels like he is taking advantage of her. He shouldn’t be hugging her back. Even if comforting her is his only goal. She isn’t crying this time but he has been around her long enough to sense the hurt. Even if it is buried under layers of false emotions. Azula is still there. The real Azula. He sees her in those sad eyes. Her grip tightens. Her expression isn’t suited for her, it is too timid and too soft. And yet there is a flicker of fierceness behind those eyes. Something that still fights, perhaps a sparkle of resistance. He decides that he can’t leave. Not yet.

#Azula #Avatar The Last Airbender #Aang #Azulaang #Fanfiction

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astrologysvt · 5 years ago

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Soonyoung’s Ideal Type - Natal Chart Reading

For ideal types, I’m not going to be doing specific placements of their ideal partner. Instead, I’m gonna be listing personality traits I think would mesh well with them, as well as focus on their needs and the kind of person who could meet them. what this reading cannot account for is the compromising the members would do on their end for their s/o. so just keep in mind this is only half of the whole picture!

lol whenever i start another soonyoung reading i brace myself cuz how tf am i gonna write 1.5k words ALL ON GEMINI

but oh man do i find a way.

humor is the way to this guy’s heart.

someone super funny & playful.

gemini placements in general tend to get really fixated on people that intrigue them.

someone with a lot of personality, and i think that aqua influence in him through the 11th house would make him very attracted to someone with very different life experiences from him while meeting him in the middle on likes/dislikes/perspectives.

(lol i feel like i’ve said this before for literally every member... there’s so much aqua in this group).

when he has a crush he’s the type to want to text/talk with them constantly, and will look for any excuse to start up a conversation/learn something new about them and spark a new discussion.

his gemini is very much fueled by the excitement of conversations that bounce back and forth, and where two people can freely ignite and fuel each other’s enthusiasm.

when there is such a lively back and forth, it brings this sense of discovery that he really loves.

whether it’s in learning new things about himself by friction or learning new things about his s/o.

it validates his need for a reactive audience, and makes it feel like his s/o is doing what they can to see him eye-to-eye which his gemini really appreciates.

and so because of that he’s gonna want someone super responsive who will play along with his jokes, not make him second guess himself when he’s being silly, and will always give him a really great reaction.

he wants to be hyped up, and with that he also 100% wants to be his s/o’s #1 hype man as he loves relationships where there is a lot of pride in each other.

someone very generous with praise.

his leo rising WANTS TO BE BABIED SO HARD.

so definitely someone who is willing to dote on him and generally be very thoughtful.

oh man, he wants to both spoil and be spoiled.

may it be in affection, delicious food, thoughtful gifts, or words of appreciation.

he is this super contradictory mix of doesn’t want to be told what to do/wants to be taken care of.

and so i think a dynamic that could meet that is with someone who lets him do his thing, will stand by him/support him even if that just means being someone he can fall back on, and will offer him comfort when he needs it. he just wants to know his s/o will be there for him to lift him at his highs, and really really baby him at his lows.

with a leo rising, this puts all of his gemini placements in aqua’s house which makes him this super independent person who understands his unique place in the world.

he wants to do his own thing and not think twice about it and generally gets really frustrated when he feels he needs approval.

then that leo in and of itself is incredibly fixed and understands well what he wants.

then on top of that his gemini makes him super set in his ways about the conclusions he’s come to may it be on situations/stances/interests and so forth.

but to contradict all of that, his leo rising makes him soooooo susceptible to praise and flattery which kind of frustrates his air placements.

he hates needing approval, but really feels at a loss of he needs to act without support.

so as i said before, he wants to be hyped up and this just amplifies that.

his s/o should be ready and willing to support him and offer him validation, and preferably before he has to ask for it as this is something that really feeds that leo rising heart.

his s/o should also just be super physically affectionate as this placement makes him a super cuddly dude!!

so something that i didn’t really get into in his chart first impressions are decans!

when you’re looking at a chart with so many placements in one sign, to get a deeper/more nuanced analysis you can look at the decans.

his mars and moon are in 2nd decan, so this gives these planets a little tinge of libra influence.

with the moon and mars, this is going to give his gemini placements an attitude that is a lot more focused on harmony ESPECIALLY considering the relevance these planets have to relationships.

he’s going to want to be with someone who can offer him a very balanced dynamic.

someone who can meet his gemini’s reach for curiosity/passionate discussion as well as someone who is willing to compromise when necessary.

this is emphasized by his gemini placements that are pretty averse to people who are close-minded/set in their way/immovable by logic and debate.

but then you throw in that libra and a sense of fairness is incredibly important to maintain in relationships or else he’ll get moody.

this also makes him kind of flighty because he doesn’t like saying no.

and so, in a very contradictory fashion, he may benefit from someone who is divisive enough in relationships to say it up front if something is wrong, what needs to get done, and to aid him to act when he needs to as he may find he’s more a people pleaser in closer relationships than he may like/be aware of.

his sun and venus are in the 3rd decan (aquarius)

so this is interesting, mainly because all of his gemini is already in the 11th house so his aqua influence was incredibly strong to begin with.

and so this brings strong sense of individuality, desire to set himself apart, as well as a strong emphasis on friends/community.

he’s very averse to someone who wants to pin him down while also making him very attracted to someone whose very individual.

another way to really catch his intrigue is by being someone very progressive and forward thinking.

lol i also think about how he said on ofd castaway that his ideal type was someone who was a bad girl but nice to him.

i think the concept of a bad girl would be appealing to him based off the fact the concept in and of itself is very unconventional.

because of that, someone who is so unconcerned with being ordinary is, in and of itself, very attractive to him.

i also think it’s important to say that i find aqua influences are going to be the ones who value friendship more than they do romance.

he would be SO turned off by someone who felt they needed to restrict his interactions with his friends in any way shape or form -- may it be his s/o wanting him to cancel plans to hang out, his s/o wanting him their side at a party, or generally if his s/o saw the way he values friends as a threat to their relationship.

really, any kind of tug away from his friends (no matter how gentle/forceful) is going to deter him from someone.

moving on from decans tho!

his mercury and moon are conjuct on either side of his mars.

i think it’s interesting to have both of his moon and mars conjunct each other as this is a very dynamic, very reactive influence to have.

this makes him that super boisterous, excitable, passionate hoshi we all know and love.

this also makes him very straight forward in love.

he’d honestly just think that someone who was as bold/straight-forward as he was, or someone who didn’t blink an eye at his antics would be incredibly attractive to him.

it’d excite and encourage him.

mercury also adds to this straight forward sense as he’s very straight to the point and expressive in language~

he really appreciates a very simple, predictable, candid communication style with his s/o.

his sun is conjuct his venus which is super cute as i think this is one of the reasons hoshi is so cuddly.

when you have the sun in conjuct to venus, you really attribute a lot of those super romantic and soft venusian vibes to him that give us Squishy Hoshi™️

he’s certainly a romantic, and would want someone who is very loving and affectionate.

and kind of snowballing from his libra decan from before, this is what makes him much more accommodating than your run-of-the-mill gemini.

he’s incredibly concerned with maintaining and seeing to his s/o’s happiness, and makes him want a simple and considerate relationship.

his mars is opposite pluto!!! this one is the WILD one.

mars meeting pluto in hard aspect is an INCREDIBLY powerful placement.

they’re both very intense planets -- mars ruling the more carnal aspects of ourselves and then pluto owning the more obsessive parts.

there is a sense of extremes within him -- extremes in love, extremes in passion, extremes in bouts of anger.

he’s very drawn to act, and having such a potent/provocative planet like pluto at the whims of the turbulent and fierce mars can give him a great sense of unrest when his gemini mars in challenged.

so situations that may cause this placement to act out are when he’s being restricted.

gemini’s like the freedom of choice and exploration (may it be in life, career, and relationships) and so he’d really benefit being with someone who allows him to embrace this part of himself as this will avoid potential conflicts with is mars.

with that, it is also really important that his s/o both give him space to be himself while also being willing to tell him how it is if he’s acting out-of-hand.

his gemini’s energy is really easy to redirect, so once he’s been given a bit if perspective he gains control of the situation very quickly (see: the whole ofd japan money situation)

but that pluto influence makes his anger very all-consuming so he really struggles to reach that point without external help.

this placement also makes him very attached/possessive in love.

i think especially with that leo rising, that he’d want to be with someone who was okay with the idea of them being “his.”

he wants freedom obviously, but he certainly wants to make it clear to everyone whose his s/o is and would really love it if his partner returned the sentiment as his leo likes the idea of being someone his s/o could be proud of.

another significant thing to note in terms of relationships is his neptune and jupiter in the 6th house!!

i think this is SUPER interesting.

all of his energies are super intense, passionate, potentially impulsive and stubborn.

but then you put these outer planet influence in the house of virgo that adds a strong emphasis on lifestyle, work, and domesticity.

he wants to be with a very accountable, reliable, and generous person in daily life thanks to his jupiter in the 6th house.

then you throw in that neptune that makes him incredibly feeling/empathetic that makes him drawn to care for people without hesitation.

both of these make him very generous/selfless in relationships, especially in terms of providing, supporting, and being generally thoughtful

(though keep in mind that the 6th house doesn’t really come into play too much in relationships until they’re sharing a space/lifestyle).

because of that he’d like to be with someone who 1) is equally generous and 2) is going to ensure people (themselves included) do not take advantage of this aspect!

his openness in this regard makes him rather vulnerable to people with malintent and so someone with a discerning eye could be of benefit to him!

another kind of interesting way of looking at it: depending on how aware his friends/family/the members are of this aspect in him -- it’s highly probable that someone who is more impulsive, self-focused, and rather insensitive to what they take vs what they give will simply not pass the “can i date soonyoung” test.

and considering how his aqua influences make him value friendship more than romance, he’s more than likely going to listen to his friends over anything a potential suitor may have to say.

he’s just really rather gullible in this regard and he MUST be protected.

he is a very all-or-nothing guy on so many fronts.

he doesn’t really know what it’s like to be stingy in love/affection.

and so, if he’s with someone who is more reserved/practical/stoic, this brings a sense that he needs to now be self-conscious of how open he is in this regard which HE HATES.

so it’s vital that he’s with someone very loving, very open, and just as heavy-handed in affection as he is while also being very aware, thoughtful, and considerate.

maintaining good feelings in his relationships rely just as much on acknowledging actions as they are on giving.

oh man, i was totally not able to touch on EVERY single aspect in his chart relating to romance and relationships so this convo can certainly be returned to.

but the last thing i’ll touch on is his aqua descendent!

so his rising is in leo which makes him this person who really craves recognition/validation in ways that are very self-indulgent/congratulatory (tho i wouldn’t particularly say “vain”)

he’s certainly someone very focused on gaining approval, and where he’s gravitated to in life and love is someone who represents the exact opposite of that.

someone who encourages him by example and validation to be himself, and removing that kind of “i need approval” blockade he may have in his personal life that causes him to second guess himself/prevents him from seeing the full picture of his importance/uniqueness.

being with someone like that would allow him to be more focused on what he brings to the table, as opposed to simply using other’s reactions as a measurement of his worth.

he’s very much like this in his work, but this unapologetic confidence may not be extended towards relationships/romance.

generally just a sweet boy!

he wants an exciting relationship where humor is boundless.

i think he’d be INCREDIBLY delighted by someone who not just meets his wackiness, but attempts to one-up him.

someone who is brave enough/trusts enough in him to stand with him when he’s putting himself out there, may it be in more serious circumstances or in defense of a really bad joke he’s made.

and someone who is going to really teach/reinforce to him what he means when he says he values individuality.

i think this is incredibly relevant to him due to the fact he considers himself an introvert -- there is still a strong part of him that second guesses himself when putting himself out there, that causes a kind of delay/volatility in how he expresses himself socially where he’s A LOT ALL AT ONCE and then fizzles out.

and so i think if someone is able to be that constructive/discerning eye for him while also being able to look at all the wild he is already and meet him half way is something that would 1) make him fall SO HARD but also 2) really make him feel secure enough in himself to the point he’d feel he has a choice in how extra he wants/doesn’t want to be.

i especially think this is true considering how much more unapologetically weird he is around his members, as opposed to everyone else.

he’d want to reach that level of comfort with his s/o.

#seventeen #svt #soonyoung #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #god i hope this is english #posting before i overthink and read through it again for the 70th time #also these!!!#keep!!!#getting!!!!!#longer!!!!!!#i cant help it!!!

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edwardsvirginity · 5 years ago

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au where edward has aro’s powers and aro has his

read more bc this got looonnnggg

How Edward’s life would be different:

his power starts out just in his palms (like kate’s did, my hc for canon!aro too) and he makes no effort to expand it

actually he just straight up hates his power bc duh, he’s edward (”it’s a curse,” he says dramatically, whenever anyone asks him abt it)

he realizes he has it fairly quickly when right after waking up from being turned he touches carlisle and immediately knows everything

but since he touches carlisle pre-esme carlisle’s outlook is still pretty bleak

edward is 10,000x more emo and angsty

super nihilistic bc whenever he does read someone’s whole life it becomes clear to him that there’s no real order to anything or narrative guiding ppl’s lives so like... we all out here, suffering eternally

(tbh he’s deeply impacted by having touched carlisle first and absorbs carlisle’s pre-esme deep despair, loneliness, and nihilism, which colors his whole vampire life from the beginning)

he wears gloves all the time bc he hates touching ppl bc it’s an invasion of their privacy and mentally fucks him up

he tried to do the “kill bad ppl” thing like in canon in order to restore a personal sense of justice and order to the universe buuuuuuutttt it didn’t last long bc he had to touch ppl to eat them and it became abundantly clear that people are complex and not easily sorted into good/bad boxes, and it’s hard to condemn someone to die when you know their entire life

edward is deeeeeeeeppppllyy empathetic as a result of his gift. he’s also TERRIBLE at making decisions

he resisted going to HS with the others for a really long time bc he was afraid of accidentally touching someone

the only person he touches regularly is alice bc she worries abt him being touch-starved and lonely, and she insists. edward is ok with it bc alice is legit super optimistic and listening to her thoughts is really soothing/healing, and he has her consent. plus, it’s cool/useful to be able to see her visions. edward starts pushing his gift’s limits/expanding it in order to try and access alice’s memories from when she was human, as a gift to her

the rest of the vamps in the house fucking makes him even more emo than in canon bc he thinks he can never bang someone bc it would mean touching them all the time and he couldn’t condemn someone to an eternity without privacy, and no one would ever consent to that

edward hates himself bc he feels like his gift is unethical and he’s a monster for having it and invading ppl’s privacy the way he does

he does occasionally touch ppl for really important reasons... if the cullens are worried abt someone being a threat to their family, or carlisle is trying to save someone’s life but doesn’t know what’s wrong with them

edward’s gift is kinda a secret in the vampire world, only the cullens and denalis know

despite the fact that edward is emo abt being a vampire, he’s intensely grateful he was turned by carlisle, the original vegetarian vampire, bc edward would have HAD to become a vegetarian due to being unable to kill ppl bc of his gift and it would have sucked for him to be alone, the first vegetarian vampire

alice is always trying to encourage edward to touch ppl bc she thinks it will make him less emo. her theory is that he’s mostly only touched ppl with really sad lives and outlooks and that if he understood the fullness of most ppl’s lives he might be less nihilistic

another part of his gift edward works on with alice is turning his gift “off” even when ppl are touching his hands, and being able to root through ppl’s memories and only see what he’s looking for so it’s less invasive

alice encourages edward to wear his gloves less often to school so he can practice controlling his power, on teenagers, whose lives are shorter and less sad and therefore less mentally upsetting for edward

@ang3lba3 had this brilliant idea of edward touching bella while his gloves are off and being Shook af. i can’t stop thinking abt bella almost getting hit by the van on a day edward didn’t wear his gloves, edward bracing himself and rescuing her, then being overwhelmed when he can’t hear anything from her, thinking he’s finally “broken the curse” of his gift, going home and touching someone and Oh Shit It’s Not Gone It’s Just Her

edward is like. kind of obsessed with touching bella. he’s very tactile from the very beginning. holding hands with her is just incredibly blissful for him

throughout the series edward works on refining his gift to be more tolerable. it’s like his lil project. bella makes him want to try

edward is p reluctant to turn bella into a vampire bc he’s never met any vampires with happy lives or satisfying personal narratives/growth. he thinks all vampires just #suffer in the endless void for all eternity. humans have much clearer stages of life, growth, beginnings and endings that make them more fulfilled. (or so edward claims)

post bd edward would be able to pick specific thoughts out of someone’s head without seeing their whole life, and bella would work on her shield so she can deliberately send specific thoughts TO edward, and so with both of them concentrating really hard (at first), they could have mental conversations while touching, v similar to canon post-bd (except in this version bella has more control and edward is v specific to only find the thoughts she’s sending him)

tbh if edward ever manages to figure out his gift fully, he’d make a rlly good vampire therapist, bc he could isolate traumatizing memories (that ppl may not even consciously remember) and have a good perspective on how that’s affected their lives and how they can work towards recovery. since he himself would have to learn rigid mental compartmentalization in order to stay sane with that many lives in his head, he could teach ppl how to work thru a traumatic incident and then mentally shelve it once they’re done. also, some ppl define trauma as an inability to form a coherent personal narrative, which edward could also help with, bc he can identify patterns and similarities across a person’s entire life that the person themselves may have forgotten or overlooked

anyway, this version of edward is much more gloomy to begin with but would also undergo significantly more extensive character growth, which i think would be a really cool story

How Aro’s life would be different:

still volturi

still king of the vampire world

however killing other vamps/enforcing the law includes much more torture and interrogation bc aro can only hear what they’re thinking abt at the time

he has much less absolute power over other member’s of the volturi bc they can hide things from them by not thinking abt them around him, but at the same time, aro is more feared bc his gift is more omnipresent

aro is hella paranoid and keeps the most important members of the guard within his gift’s range at almost all times

as a result the volturi are much more mobile bc aro insists on going on most outings/executions

aro likes to keep his absolute range a secret to keep ppl on their toes and reinforce their fear of him

aro collects mental gifts in order to be omniscient and is constantly looking for power-amplifying vampires. so instead of focusing on recruiting vamps with physical gifts like strength or fighting, he looks for vamps like eleazar (&alice and jasper) who can sense things he can’t, as being able to read their thoughts allows him their gift by proxy

he’s constantly suspicious ppl are hiding things from him

i think this aro would just be a lot more vicious and violent in general

less useful in battle tho, bc he can’t know the opposition’s entire strategy, and while he can know if someone’s about to attack him, it doesn’t really help him keep anyone else from being attacked

i think this aro would be generally very twitchy and bizzaro, constantly responding to ppl’s thoughts instead of their words, lowkey always overwhelmed by what everyone’s thinking + his suspicions+ his own schemes, less of a shut-in and therefore more overwhelmed by a ton of thoughts. all the other vamps would think him slightly unhinged, talking to the air somewhat nonsensically all the time, visually emotionally reacting to other ppl’s thoughts (but just looking startled or angry at nothing), never having a predictable mood.

as a result, there would be more of an underground resistance to the volturi, and his general hold on power is less absolute. (and he’s very aware of how unstable his position of power is, which makes him crazier)

he keeps trying to expand his mental range but the REAL problem is not distance but that he can only handle hearing a certain number of ppl’s thoughts at once. unlike edward, who was forced into hearing a ton of ppl’s thoughts all the time from the very start in order to pretend to be human, and who didn’t much care abt most ppl’s thoughts, aro is never forced to live in a city and get acclimated, and he cares deeply abt what ppl are thinking bc he’s a paranoid schemer, so each person’s mind requires a lot more concentration.

sometimes aro gets reeallll mad when ppl talk out loud bc it interrupts his mindreading concentration. yet another reason why the rest of the volturi is both terrified of him but also think he’s insane

also more unhinged from hearing ppl die all. the. time. in canon he listens to ppl’s whole lives but obvs doesn’t listen while he kills them, why would he, whereas in this au he’s forced to listen everyone’s thoughts as he kills them (or eats them!) and it is one of the things that pushes him towards insanity. (canon edward doesn’t have this problem bc he kills significantly fewer ppl than aro and also obvs doesn’t feed on humans)

ALSO more unhinged bc canon!edward refines his gift so he can “turn down” other ppl’s thoughts or mute them/stop listening, whereas in this au aro is so obsessed with power he never even tries to develop that skill bc he wants to know what everyone is thinking always, so he has no regulation ability. he keeps trying to expand his power in stupid ways (like making the range bigger) without actually trying to regulate it in ways that improve his mental health or sanity

honestly in this au aro is just significantly more insane, but less powerful, both of which make him more dangerous bc he’s more desperate

how them having each other’s powers changes the larger plot:

honestly idk

i’ll think abt it

my brain isn’t working anymore u guys figure it out

#twilight #twilight meta #aro volturi #edward cullen #twilight renaissance #tts #twilight in 2019 #twilight saga #twilight revival #the twilight saga #twilight reimagined #twilight au #twilight hc #twilight headcanon

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She wasn’t sure which god she had favored to earn such a gift, as what was before her now. Of course he could free himself; they both knew this, and yet.... For whatever reason that remained unspoken between them, he has yet to put any real effort into his escape.

Sango thrills as the sound of sik rends only just so, tested to its endurance against claws and stone. Precarious, but not in a deadly light. His clothing was torn from him, lightly scraped and scuffed with dirt and sweat. Scarred fingers pressed boldly to his stomach, marveling with captivated attention, in the way the muscles flexed and hardened beneath her questing palms. Dark eyes lifted to catch his expression, her face on fire with the possibilities presented. Dare she progress?... Was he inviting her? Between them their breathing existed and without their little collapsed ‘den’ of rubble, the ocean created thunder. It made her jump only slightly and take a step close to him, eliciting a chuckle from the male. Dark and thick, heavy with ladden desires that never left the sinful wet of his tongue ; and she saw it. Sweeping to taste his bottom lip where a crack had gashed a small angry welt. He looked up at her from under his brows, his gaze almost... DANGEROUS.

Trapped animal. Beast. Caged power in the fragility of a mortal fortress, and the ROAR of his blood was as tangible as the presence of the shikon no tama. She was sensitive to the pull of demonic aura’s, and the HEAT InuYasha is throwing off, is sending the taijiya into a small tizzy. Spray from the sea dampened the rocks, sluicing water down and around the hanyo wrapped up awkwardly in his kimono when the boulders gave. What had started as a shock, turned into a comical moment with him trying to release himself WITHOUT tearing his robes and clothing... Was now a quiet, palpable and intense moment between them.

Seamless the segway from normalcy into something akin to curiosity was interesting, and held the slayer riveted as water made the slide of her skin over his an easy and breathless stroke. He growled and she gasped, wet bangs dripping as she looked to him once more sharply. Muscles flexed and cloth tore again, yet still he remained, arms above his head and neatly ( if not neatly chaotic ) twisted to lock his elbows tight. “Stop pussyfooting around, Sango. What are you gonna do, stare at me all day?” His baritone sent shivers down her spine and the taijiya closed her eyes to savor the way it echoed softly in the enclosed space. Sunlight and water rained sprinkled down upon them in discordant, shifting splashes. “Don’t rush me.” A counter that came just barely above a whisper, and it was almost on her tongue to ask him not to temp her.

His ears twitched, hooking forward as her boots shuffled forward, one hand smoothing down his side while the other slipped up his chest to his shoulder. Fitting her fingers in the bend of muscle from the angle of his entrapment. He turned his head to provide room and Sango moved up the side of his neck to cup the back of his head. He expected her kiss, and she gave it, but to his throat first. The dip just above his clavicle, her tongue laving flat to catch both the taste of his skin and salt from the sea and were she yokai, perhaps her own ears might’ve hooked in favor of the sound he made when she did that. Hooded, her gaze was unfocused but shinning with desire and explorative glee, matching the heat of nerves and excitement glowing on her face.

Flush against him his chest exposed, Sango teased the skin of his neck and jaw, pulling just out of reach when he went to kiss her. Reflexively his arm YANKED against his bind, wanting to force her to kiss him as she giggled and dodged him. They both stilled and looked up. He swallowed and she looked down to watch his throat, gaze hooding again as she leaned forward to press another kiss to his throat. InuYasha’s eyes closed and he groaned at the same time a wave crashed beyond them, sending the sound of thunder and a fresh spray of water around them. She shivered and he cursed; prompting her to giggle, which created a small self feeding cycle between them. A light banter that ended when Sango began to kiss her way down the center line of his body. Chasing rivers of water and playing with the drips that hardened the peaks of his nipples; she even suckled and bit at a rope of muscle on his side. Placing her mark and just enjoying the flavor of his flesh in her mouth; fingers moving down to pull at the hakama’s that were only half way secured around his waist now with the rest of his clothing to crudely yanked out of place from their fall. “Sango...” There was hesitation in his voice, but it was far exceeded by the curiosity and excitement she was bringing to his blood; and far be it from her to ignore the very obvious queues of his desire. He wanted her, just as much as she had wanted to explore HIM the instant she’d seen him predicament. Part of her wondering if perhaps he had as well, even now his firerat robe could be repaired, the boulder moved if not destroyed.

But here they were. His clothing wrapped around his ankles and his arms, water drenching them both with thunder living in their veins, amplified by the ocean as it beat to a rhythm only they seemed to hear. A song they were currently drowning in, uncaring if they never drew the breath of familiarity again. Without speaking about it; without a word passed between them to decide; Sango and InuYasha had found themselves in a position where neither of them anticipated going. The stakes were too high... or perhaps that was exactly the reason.

The pressure was too much. They were expected to save the world...

The weight of his balls settled in her palm, and Sango spent a moment to marvel and examined the girth and shape of his cock as it stood proudly on display for her. Pulsing and flexing as it begging for her appraisal and praise. InuYasha however, was becoming more unnerved by the second, despite the almost dreamy look on her face. Of course he wasn’t stupid, he knew very well Sango was as good and lost in the flames as he was; if the look on her face was anything. At long last her pink little tongue slipped out to trace the cord of muscle on the underside, sure and tight fingers encircling and guiding his length into a favorable position.

“InuYasha...” His head snapped down, panting as the thought to breathe came back to him. Brows lower and muscles trembling only slightly in his arms from the conscious decision to NOT tear his robes to shreds. “Wh-what?” “You taste---.” “Yeah?” “---salty.” He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and she looked up at him. FUCK, did she have any idea what she was doing to him? “Oh yeah?” He said thickly, his voice coarse and almost dry. Sango nodded and took another bold, sweep lave with her tongue. This time up the side of it, he head tilted, the seal of her fingers opening to allow her passage. His cock pressed into her palm as she did so and his eyes nearly crossed. The slayer as a quick study though, and adjusted her weight on the balls of her feet so she could get comfortable. “You like this?”

“Uh---yeah.” He growled, and she laughed. “D-Do you?” The vulnerability in the question was masked under the heavy slant of his brow and severity in his expression. Sango hummed happily, nodding as she kissed her way up and down the length of his cock again, watching his face. “I think I do.”

“Ungg... Well..” His fangs exposed, to hold back his hips from jerking forward and into her face. “That’s good.” He said finally, the tension in his tone ebbing at the end on a masculine sigh of self imposed resignation. “I think so too.” She said before taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, suckling for a moment applying pressure with her lips to gauged his reaction, before sinking lower. His entire body trembled and another crash of thunder from the waves against the rocks took that moment to charge through his roar. Head tipped back, and the sound of rending silk was lost, switching her senses up into a mess when his one clawed hand is suddenly in her hair. He jerked her a bit, and her angle sharpened, but neither of them stopped the other. They fell into an easy flow, moving around and with each other as if they’d done this a hundred times.

#InuSan. 𝒾𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒾'𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 | 人生の連鎖 #InuSan #Sinday OTP Smut #rarity don't look #TAIJIYA.HB. 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 | 仕訳 #this is my contribution to sinday before its over tbh #under cut for length... heh >)#smut drabble #first time oral #inusan drabble

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 57)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:3639

Warnings: Language, infinity war ending, slight swearing and Steve getting teased, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Not a soul spoke during the entire ride.

You sat between Loki and Shannon, holding their hands. Shannon rested her head on your shoulder and you looked to Loki with love and concern in your eyes. You worried about Thor, if he was still alive. What he was doing.

You shouldn’t have let Proxima go. You should’ve killed them both.

But regret and hindsight would give you nothing here. You focused on the future.

All of you arrived in Wakanda. Everyone formed a game plan.

It was clear. Wanda stayed with Shuri to protect Vision and the stone. The rest of you were down on the ground, keeping the army focused on you.

All of you got to your battle stations. Proxima walked up to the barrier with another mindless oaf of Thanos’s. You, Steve, Nat, and T’Challa walked down to greet her.

“How’s Corvus?” you greeted with a grin.

“You will pay for his life with yours,” she vowed. “So weak. You couldn't even capture this puny planet.”

“I believe you’re jealous that he sent me, and not you to do the job. Perhaps he knew I was more capable.”

“More capable of failure.”

“You’ll become very good acquaintances with failure, Proxima.”

“Thanos is in Wakanda now, he will have nothing but blood and dust,” T’Challa vowed.

“We… have blood to spare,” she promised and on her signal, the ships opened up. You signaled to the other three it was time to fall back in line, just to see that they had released creatures of mayhem. They reached the barrier and began clawing through it, killing themselves to get through.

Eventually, Bruce realized that if they couldn’t get in the front, they would try to go in the back and that meant nothing between Vision and Thanos.

So Steve and T’Challa decided to open the front barrier to keep the attention here.

When they did, all hell broke loose. Steve and T’Challa bounded forward, far ahead of anyone else, charging into action as they slammed into some of the creatures. Loki quickly pulled out daggers, fighting, hitting, kicking, even casting illusions where he could to surprise some creatures. You used your power to grab some creatures, tear them apart, or slam them into the ground. You electrified them, you charged stones and threw them at them.

The Wakandian army did fantastically as they fought hard and quick.

Air support from Sam and Rhodey helped with massive explosions. Natasha was her great self, moving quicker than the eye could see. Bucky had excellent marksmanship. But there were just too many. Pietro charged through the crowd, surprising several creatures.

You slammed your fist into the ground, shooting your electric energy into the ground as it shot out like roots and came up, electrifying some of the enemy. You looked to your right and Bucky had been brought down by one of the creatures, so you picked the creature up using your powers and tore it apart.

He let out a labored breath and said, “Thanks,” as he stood up and ran to help Shannon.

“Bucky, there’s three of them at six o’clock,” Shannon said over the intercom.

“Thanks, doll, I got them heading to you now. Looks like a hoard’s headed your way.”

“I’ll see how much I can handle until then,” she grunted while slicing a creature in the neck and jumping out of the way of the other one.

This was your new goal, to help everyone on the battlefield. Shannon wouldn’t need help most likely, so you didn’t worry about her too much.

T'Challa had been grabbed by a beast and you ran over, putting your hand on it, charging it until it caught fire from within. Suddenly, Proxima and Cull Obsidian entered the area. His hammer knocked Rhodey out of the sky, you were too preoccupied helping Bucky. He just got knocked off his footing and had to stab a creature off of him. You picked it up with your powers and ripped it apart, blood spilling all over Bucky. You wanted to go face Proxima and Cull Obsidian but you couldn’t. You were too busy. Another beast had Steve pinned against a rock, as he tried to get away, two more began attacking him. Using your powers, you flew up and cast your electric powers onto them, freeing Steve. Another glance behind you and Bruce was being overcome. You flew over there and charged his suit.

“Open fire, Bruce!” you shouted and he did as he was told. Firing on each one fo them, then pulling them off. Your power gave the suit an extra boost of power.

“I've got you, Y/N!” Shannon yelled extending her energy towards you so that the boost would be amplified even stronger.

Next you held your hands high above your head, pulling in all the charge you could with the help of Shannon’s powers before launching them into the ground. It electrified everything in a one hundred foot radius, killing fifty or so creatures.

Shannon was holding her own, pulling from different directions, there just too many and even with her range of powers their numbers just kept increasing. She kept jumping into the air and flying off to another spot but the creatures seemed to be intent on stopping her at all costs.

“Guys, I could use some help over here!” she yelled over the intercom. She kept trying to steer them away from where Wanda and Vision were but to no avail they just kept pushing her closer to the tower. “Wanda, how's it coming along up there?” she grunted as she got three more to fall off the building walls.

“We’re still not done. We need more time,” she responded.

“I’m gonna keep trying to get them away. I don’t know how much more time I can get you.” Six more appeared as the ones falling hit the ground. “Y/N, how’s it looking over on your end?”

“I’ve been better, Shan. I’ll head over when I--” you had to stop and duck but then another creature jumped on your back. You charged your hands before grabbing the thing off you. “It’ll be a bit before I can get there,” you said into your coms.

“Get here when you can, if not keep the others safe,” was her only command.

“Shannon, I’m on my way,” Steve managed to grunt out making a run for her side.

“Good to hear your voice, Stevie,” she called out to him. “Okay, on my mark throw your shield high above me.”

“Ready when you are,” was all she heard. She figured with the speed of the shield and the strength he had, she could push it further with a gust of air and electrify it creating a boomerang bolt knocking out the growing hoard.

“Now!”

The shield flew right above her and at just the right angle that it not only knocked the mountain that had formed, but created a domino effect wiping out all the ones that had been surrounding the tower.

“Watch out, Cap that shield might still be charged.”

“Can you try to uncharge it?” he asked her, hoping to be able to use it again.

“There’s only one way to find out!” She ran after the shield and with her strength, jumped and let her body reabsorb her energy and created a ball of lighting and shot it at one of the ships that had been near the entrance of the barrier.

It successfully blew up one of the ships and knocked down the one next to it.

“How long until you can make that energy again?” Nat asked.

“Give me a minute. I need to recharge the energy if I can get it large enough it should destroy the other ships and any of these fuckers near them.” No one’s ever heard her swear during a fight. “Language,” Bruce joked over the intercom.

“Really?” Steve muttered, shaking his head “You guys really aren’t going to let that one go are you?”

“Alright, anyone that’s nearby run for cover, this is bigger than I had planned for. I don’t know how bad the impact will be.”

Anyone that looked over was surprised to see a ship-sized flaming ball or energy fly over their heads and straight for the aircrafts. The impact shook the ground, knocking people off their feet and opened up cracks in the ground and swallowing up creatures and land.

Just then, Thor entered the battlefield. Relief flooded you as you gazed over at him, so happy to see him. He struck some creatures upon landing and demanded they bring him Thanos. The two of you fought side by side for a bit, feeding off each other’s emotional energy.

Loki was doing his absolute best, fighting off the creatures, stabbing them, slamming them into the ground. At one point you two were back to back, the creatures had somewhat pushed you that way. Until you had to launch a beast over your head and it forced you to turn around and you were now facing the love of your life.

He winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t think it would be this hard,” you remarked as a peaceful moment befell around you two. There was a wide radius around you that no one needed help or any enemies were charging at you.

“There’s something I need to speak with you about when this is all over,” he said.

“Oh? Sounds serious,” you mused in a teaseful tone before slicing through a creature that was running towards you.

“It is,” he said with a heavy tone before there was a rumbling outside of the forcefield. The rumbling and breaking of ground continued until it got under the dome and exposed what was coming.

Threshers (sets of massive, motorized spiked wheels, intended for nothing more than shredding everything in their paths) were suddenly under the forcefield and on the field, tearing through everything and every one.

T’Challa ordered everyone to fall back, and they began doing so until you glanced up and saw Okoye and Natasha just in front of one of the threshers. Your eyes went wide before you threw out your purple energy and halted the thresher just before it reached them. Using your power, you lifted all of them and slammed them into the army behind the two women.

“Nice save,” Nat said into the coms.

“They’re trying to draw out Wanda,” you informed. “If she thinks we need help, she’ll leave Vision. We can’t let that happen.”

Proxima suddenly appeared in front of you.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“I guess I’m stubborn,” you remarked before charging at her. You flung your power at her and she deflected it with her weapon. You tried again, this time, your energy snagged her leg and you yanked, pulling her down as if you had a lasso made of your energy. You pulled her close to you before letting go to blast her with your power, but she rolled at the last second. You grunted in frustration, ready for this to be over.

While you were focused on fighting her though, the others were getting attacked severely by the outriders. You wanted to leave Proxima, get away from her, get to Vision but you couldn’t. You two had to finish this now.

But you apparently had backup as Wanda came onto the battlefield and effectively knocked the excess creatures off Steve, Bruce, and Nat who were all being overcome at the moment.

In one sense you felt exhilaration, in another Vision had just been left defenseless. The momentary distraction earned you a hard punch in the face from Proxima. You went down to the ground with a groan.

Wanda proceeded to fight, until suddenly Sam said, “Guys, we got a Vision situation here.”

Steve shouted into the coms, “Somebody get to Vision.”

“I got him,” Bruce responded.

“On my way,” Wanda said just half a second later, but then you heard her grunt.

You knew it was Proxima.

You got back up and flew just above the battlefield, seeing Proxima’s form over Wanda. You darted down.

“He’ll die alone, as will you,” she vowed to Wanda.

You stuck your heel out and planted it square in her side, slamming her into the ground. You landed and your hands charged with purple electric power. “She’s not alone,” you informed.

Natasha and Okoye stepped up right next to you, flanking both sides before Proxima launched into her best battle form and jumped at Nat, spinning her spear, trying to strike her. You helped Wanda up and smiled at her. “Get to Vision,” you ordered. You then threw your energy into Proxima’s back, making her jolt forward with every hit, crying out. She turned and threw the spear at you giving Nat and Okoye a chance to pounce on her.

Proxima was skilled, if she could take on Nat and Okoye at once without faltering.

But she wouldn’t get away from you, not this time. You finally grabbed her form with your power, making her hover in the air, she fought the movement, but your energy snaked around her, keeping her still. You let out a cry as you threw her at one of the thrashers, completely ripping her apart.

“Well that was… violent,” Natsha noted with a touch of whimsy.

“That was necessary,” you breathed, trying to catch your breath.

You heard over the coms that Steve was helping Vision, they eventually killed Corvus and Wanda reached him. A few moments later, T’Challa, Okoye, and Bruce did as well. Vision cried out and said that Thanos was there, he could feel it.

You wanted to help, to go to them, but they were too far away from where you were, and you were busy helping Thor blow up ships, protect Loki, Groot, Rocket, Bucky, Rhodey, Sam, Pietro and everyone else on the field. You couldn’t go, they needed you to keep them safe.

But then you heard it -- everyone that tried to go against Thanos -- Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Groot, even Shannon -- every one of them was easily conquered. Wanda and Vision spoke for a moment and with horror in your eyes, you turned to Loki. The two of you made eye contact as you realized what was happening -- Wanda was about to kill Vision, to save the universe.

You heard her cry and you tried to ignore it, you tried so hard, but you couldn’t help the tears falling from your face. Vision and you had fought side by side, truth be told, he was a good friend of yours, not to mention saving your life in Sokovia. And now, he was dying at the hands of his true love, your friend. You wanted to be there to help her, protect her, to shield her from this pain, to make Thanos go away, but you were just too far to reach her.

Suddenly, the boom sounded out, and you knew Vision was gone, along with the mind stone. Loki glanced to you and he knew your heart was breaking. He tried to reach for you but he was slammed into by an outrider. You had to put your mourning aside for a moment to help him to his feet, and by the time you two got back to standing, you heard Thanos through Wanda’s coms.

“Today, I lost more than you can know. But now is no time to mourn. Now... is no time at all,” he said and you frowned as you continued to fight, then it dawned on you -- the time stone… Which meant…

Wanda screamed in response to whatever he was about to do.

You gasped, more tears springing to your face. He brought back Vision, only to kill him again, brutally. “Loki,” you said in a strangled sob as you turned to him. “Tony...Strange… If he has the time stone, that means--”

“We don’t know what that means,” he retorted quickly as he stood in front of you, demanding his attention.

“We know it means that we lost,” you responded ominously. “He’s got all of the stones now…”

“Y/N, I know this isn't the best time to be talking about this but…” Loki threw one of his daggers at a creature behind you “--but I’ve come to realize that over the time that we have been together that--” again he got interrupted.

“What, Loki? Can this wait? We’re a little--” a beast ran at you and you had to bend backwards so he didn’t tackle you. Once you stood up, you threw your energy at him, charging him until he exploded “--busy right now.”

“I know that, my dear, but I need you to know that there’s—” he steps to the side as a body drops to the ground. “--No one else I would rather have fighting at my side or have at my side period.” more and more they kept fighting and side stepping.

You frowned, lowering your hands for a moment to turn and face him. “What are you saying?” you asked, a little confused. You knew he loved you. What could possibly be so important to bring it up now, with Thanos just feet away about to win?

“I’ve never believed that I could ever find someone to love the way that I love you, Y/N—” vaulting into the air Loki ended up right behind you “-- you’ve made me realize that I am worthy of love and to be seen as someone more than just my father’s son.” He looked at you with pure adoration and awe over his shoulder quickly.

You wanted to respond, but you thought it was better to let him speak. He was declaring something, and you weren’t sure why.

Things were getting a little tight around you two. More creatures pushing against you, clawing at you. The two of you were almost back to back from all the beasts surrounding you. You started to get pissed now. You charged your hands and blasted them out all around you, knocking them back away from the two of you.

Just as hope was dashed from your mind at Vision’s second death, Thor suddenly launched his axe at Thanos. Thanos tried to stop it with the stones, but the axe kept going, at least from what you could see where you were standing on the field.

“I told you you’d die for that,” Thor vowed and you overheard him on the coms, then you heard Thanos cry out in pain.

For a moment, your hope was restored. Thor killed him. It was over. This could all end.

But then you heard a groan.

“You should’ve gone for the head,” Thanos said weakly and fear overtook you once more. Your head whipped towards where they’d been fighting.

“No,” you whispered as you stared at Loki. “He wo--”

Loki suddenly grabbed your arm, making you face him, fire in his eyes. “I may never get the chance to do this again. Will you marr--”

His speech was cut short. His hand fell off you first, disintegrating into the air. You tried to grab at him, anguish filling every cell of your body as you clawed at him. But everything you tried to grab was falling through your fingers, much to your torment. His face was the last thing to disappear, a look of torment on his face as he made eye contact with you one last time.

Horror enveloped you when you saw his entire figure gone. “Loki?” you whispered, somehow hoping calling his name would bring him back. You turned and saw it happening to others on the field. “No...No, no, no, no…” You instantly grew sick to your stomach before you fell to your knees. You couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly your chest was tight with pain, with fear, with an emotion you couldn’t even wrap your mind around. In a desperate attempt to not pass out or get sick, you grabbed at the grass beneath you.

A sob fell out from you, strangled, broken, how you felt inside. In a sudden burst of heartbreak, you cried out, your power flared from you like it never had before. Your hair flew up, standing straight in the air as the ground in a hundred foot radius lit up and your entire body electrified, your eyes no longer had whites or colored irises, it was all a white-purple glow.

All around you warriors, soldiers, friends, were turning to dust. In a sense, none of that mattered, because your entire world just...evaporated in front of you. And you wished you’d gone right along with him.

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Shannon found you minutes later. When it appeared the decimation had ceased, she set out to find you.

“Y/N?” she said as she approached. She dropped beside you and put her arms around you, knowing full well why you were a sobbing mess.

All you could do was break down in her arms. You couldn’t find Thanos. You couldn’t undo what he’d done. Your life, your everything, was gone, just like that, with a snap of his fingers.

And Loki wanted to spend his life with you. He was going to ask you to marry him -- but he was cut short. Every horrible thing that had happened to you had been Thanos’s fault.

In one fell swoop, Thanos had taken away all reason for you to live. He’d tortured you, tortured Loki, brainwashed you, turned you against people you love…

All for these fucking stones! He’d killed Vision for it, twice! He may have killed Tony and Stephen and trillions of others just to enact his God complex.

You weren’t sure which was stronger in that moment: the rage or the pain.

You were sure of one thing -- your life would never be the same.

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purple-ktj · 5 years ago

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2020 New Year’s Vlive

I think I should stop underestimating the power of vlives on Taejin. There’s something about it that makes them all sweet and flirty. I wasn’t even paying that much attention to them at first but I can see how much Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off Jin. Whether he was speaking or just doing nothing, Taehyung’s eyes were always on him. And it wasn’t one sided either, if I wasn’t imagining it, Jin was looking at him through the camera a lot too.

1. It was cute how he said he failed to learn the violin so he’ll learn piano instead.

Later on when it was Jin’s turn, Taehyung asks him if he has any other resolutions. Jin says he didn’t really get to learn the piano in 2019 so he’s going to try to learn more in 2020. No this part doesn’t mean anything lol I just found it cute that they both have the same resolution to learn to play the piano and who knows, if they succeed we’ll get a Taejin piano duet.

2. He talked about healing. He’s mentioned this a few times before. Once in an interview he said that Jin’s role in BTS was to provide healing, and in the New Year’s Greetings video he named Jin as the one who made him happiest in 2019 (before he changed it to Tan though).

Basically the whole conversation went:

Taehyung: I want to find and do things that can heal my mind.

Jungkook: Healing with who?

Jin: With me. (Pay attention to Hobi)

Yoongi: Fishing.

Taehyung: There’s a lot of healing activities I can do alone.

Jin: Taehyung decided to go fishing with me/us. (I’m not entirely sure how he meant “uri” here)

Jungkook: Not with us?

Namjoon: Taehyung said he’d join the fishing club. Look forward to it.

Taehyung: I want to go try fishing lately...

Jin: *Gets excited and shakes his hand* TAEHYUNG-AH!!! (He gets shy suddenly)

Yoongi: Jungkook wants to go too.

Jin: Right.

Jin instinctively answering that Taehyung would do healing with him is to me such a personal and intimate moment between the both of them. Especially considering how the other members just kept their silence as if letting Jin claim this moment with Taehyung alone. His tone sounds very possessive, “With me of course.”

Taehyung answers Jungkook’s question that he’s okay to do mind healing stuff alone, since there are so many activities and it doesn’t necessarily have to be with someone. He says he wants to try fishing recently, Jin gets all excited and shakes his hand then he gets shy, as if caught red-handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to and looks away. I’m not completely sure why but I think it’s the way he realized he got over excited and yelled Taehyung’s name then he goes “oops”. I think it was cute, that his reactions were amplified because of Taehyung. Because after that he calms down and continues as he did before.

3. He strokes Jin’s hair and tucks it behind his ear with eyes dripping honey and they’re both in their own world for a few seconds. He was so gentle and soft and Jin just leans in to his touch, his eyes closing. This moment here is on par with Taehyung feeding Jin while they were watching the Bring the Soul movie screening and when he bends over just to help Jin fasten his seatbelt in the car. Literal tender loving care right there.

A GIF would have been better here but whatever, at 18:24 to 18:28, while the other members were busy laughing at Taehyung’s demonstration of Namjoon’s squat pose, Jin’s eyes were kind of busy... staring. I’m not really sure where exactly, but I’m pretty sure he did get distracted by Taehyung’s position. Reminds me of those moments where they not so discreetly check each other out.

Halfway through this became an aimless post. My intention wasn’t to point out their moments one by one, but more of another confirmation that these two really can’t do a vlive alone together. Besides Taehyung rubbing Jin’s shoulders here and there, that tucking his hair behind his ear part honestly really got me. I really do think that they’re less guarded and behave this way during their vlives because they’re comfortable in their own space and the company of the members.

As time passes, their behavior is getting more and more domestic. In the earlier years they’d be subtly flirting while going on live and you can actually sense some awkward moments and palpable tension. Now they’re just comfortable and touchy, still flirty and STILL can’t do a vlive together.

#vjin #taejin #taehyung #kim taehyung #seokjin #kim seokjin #bts vjin #bts taejin #bts vlive

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pi-cat000 · 5 years ago

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MSA time travel idea (part 36)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25 Lewis POV 3, Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31, ViVi POV 4 , 33, 34, Lewis POV 5

Part 37: Here

Content Warning: (chapters got some light descriptions of blood right out of the gate. So watch out for that.)

Mystery POV:

Blood splatters, leaving a long trail which arcs in a circle around him. Mystery flings Lewis’s arm, now containing the cursed abomination, across the ground. It bounces twice, skidding to a stop several feet away. He bares his teeth, snarling, fanning out his tails so he occupies as much space as physically possible. It is a warning to anything that would dare challenge him. The forsaken creature twitches and spasms pathetically, helpless without a proper host. Only his sworn oath not to pursue holds Mystery back from ripping it into smaller chunks and burying it in the desert.

The disembodied limb flips itself upright and, at the centre of its palm, is one green eye marred with gold flecks. Lighting flashes accompanied by rolling thunder which amplifies his growls so they shake the ground as his anger grows. When he concentrates, he can feel water collecting in the clouds, the static in the air and the arid land, anticipating rain. Mystery cannot channel the full might of the storm, that is beyond him, but he can still funnel some of its latent natural energy into the space around him. The air crackles.

Rightfully, the creature inhabiting Lewis’s arm immediately about-faces and scuttles off, disappearing behind a low-growing shrub. Oh, how he longs to give chase and punish it for threatening what is his.

“My…Mystery?”

Vivi’s voice pierces his rage, slicing it apart like a knife. Mystery tears his attention away from the challenger, looking over his shoulder. Vivi's eyes are wide, face pale, breath shallow and rapid. Lewis is unconscious, blood pooling under him. The human’s aura dims as his body fails, connection to the physical world weakening.

“Help me.”

If there were ever a moment that Mystery had felt true shame, this would it. Hastily, Mystery spits the blood collecting at the back of his throat onto the concrete. It tastes like iron and broken promises, conjuring unpleasant memories. He is beside Vivi in one elongated jump, examining both Lewis and Arthur. Both are dying, Lewis faster than Arthur. In his attempt to save the human, he may have inadvertently hastened his death.

/I am here./ Mystery reassures even as he desperately sifts through several centuries worth of memories and experience for a solution. Healing others and repairing damage had never been skills under his preview. Healing was the domain of different, more benevolent, entities. Ask him to erect a protective ward or cast an illusion and he could do so in a heartbeat, but foxes weren’t healers.

Vivi is now breathing hard, glancing from where she is holding Arthur and over to Lewis, lying prone. Dying.

No. Not good enough. Perhaps a spell to slow decay and put both humans into a stasis state would work. Once upon a time, he had held enough power to speed or slow the growth of whole rice fields, matching them to weather patterns. Acres upon acres grew or failed at his command. He hasn’t been able to call on that ability since his oath to the Yukino family replaced his oath to Inari. But…he knows the theory behind that sort of time-based magic, and even without divine help, he should be able to accomplish something similar on a smaller scale. It would just require personal sacrifice.

He glances back at his seven tails. The physical manifestation of his skill and experience. One tail for each human should do it. Two hundred years’ all up. Mystery has never willingly given one up, let alone two tails at once…but it would be more than adequate payment for the ritual he wants to perform. A spell to extend their lives by slowing decay.

Why is he even hesitating?

/ I will save them./

Carefully, he reaches for the intricate web natural energy which makes up the living world, feeding in his own power. Behind him, his tails still, then sway in a very particular pattern, weaving a dome-like structure which tightens around Lewis and Arthur.

Time slows.

So focused is he on the task, that he barely hears the car pull up or see how the area around him lightens in its headlamps. It is not until Vivi speaks, voice scratchy, that he registers a second presence.

“Dad…”

Touma Yukino drops beside him, flustered yet determined. Mystery has never been gladder for the human’s presence. In this trance-like state, both Yukino’s glow a bright, fluorescent blue. They seem to be moving doubly fast now that Mystery has detached himself from the regular flow of time.

“You’re doing fine honey. Keep holding that down,” Touma says. More footsteps and louder panicked voices sound behind him.

“…heard gunshots? What’s happening?”

“I need the lights on.” Touma yells, “Quickly!”

The building’s lights flicker on and there is a low gasp and more commotion. Mystery closes his eyes and concentrates, attempting to block out the humans panicking and yelling.

“No…keep the girls inside…bring the medical kit.”

Alongside the yelling is the scent of fear, thick, almost overwhelming now Lewis’s parental figures have joined in assisting Touma.

“Lewis…calling the hospital… need an air-lift...only way…”

The sounds fade. All the chaos drops away becoming a soft silence. Mystery inhales and exhales, opening his eyes to examine the faint transparent outlines of Arthur and Lewis’s auras, no longer weakening.

“I was beginning to think I would fade to nothing before I had this chance to talk.”

The oddly familiar voice comes suddenly, causing circular wrinkles to form mid-air. Mystery’s eyes dart up, searching for the source. The sound disperses, ripping away in all directions. He cannot move far while in the middle of this sort of ritual. If he is interrupted now, the consequences would be catastrophic.

“Over here.” The air shimmers and a second Kitsune, wearing a set of eye-glasses and sporting suspiciously familiar black and red fur, appears. Judging by the human’s lack of reaction, Mystery is the only one to see it.

/This is a trick./ He growls, suspicious of the creature mirroring his appearance. /What is your business here?/

His snarled question is met with a dismissive tail wave. A single tail wave. This Kitsune only has one. “Only to give a warning, late as it may be.”

The other fox flickers, losing transparency, like it is not wholly there. The very act of speaking seems to be weakening it.

“In my timeline, between now and two years into the future, Lewis, Arthur and Vivi die. It was, in no small part, due to my inaction. With help, I sort to send Arthur’s soul along with this echo to act as a guide. I had hoped to avert the disaster. I thought my death would be payment enough for this transgression against the Natural Order. “

Mystery narrows his eyes. /Arthur’s aura./ He interrupts, /That was you. What did you do?/

“Mid-way through attempting to merge the older and younger soul I was interrupted. I am sorry.”

Before Mystery can snap another insult the other continues, “When I initiated the ritual someone or something intervened and I was trapped, helpless, watching history repeat itself. It is just as well that Arthur and Lewis’s fates are not solely reliant on my ability to act or everything would have all been for naught.” It looks somewhat reproachful now, fading so it is barely visible.

“Shiromori is coming and I fear that, in reversing time, I have put you all in greater danger. But ..." Now there is a clear note of hope in the other's voice, "at least I have managed to give this warning. Protect them and do not make the same mistakes I did.”

The echo disappears completely, leaving Mystery cold with fear.

When Mystery completes his stasis spell, he immediately shifts to his dog form. Even the small transformation leaves him wholly exhausted. He feels the fatigue in his bones, and in his head, fuzzy and distracting. Quickly, he staggers out of view, so he does not accidentally trip one of the many humans who arrive and begin to prepare Lewis and Arthur for transport. The loss of two tails, two hundred years’ worth of experience, is disorientating. It is like having his insides scooped out and replaced with empty space. His memories swim around, disjointed, as he attempts to stitch them together. He hopes he has not lost anything too important but only time would tell.

Uncomfortably woozy and lightheaded, his thoughts turn to the warning.

The other Kitsune had talked of an alternate future and oncoming danger. Fretfully, he scans the horizon. All he sees are clouds and a wall of rain coming towards him from across the desert. The taint left behind by the demonic abomination is faint. Most likely, it is attempting to put as much distance between itself and Mystery before sunrise. As it should. Mystery growls. There is one final flash of lightning and the downpour reaches him, falling in a thick sheet, drenching him in seconds. A wind picks up, turning the droplets into tiny needles.

Shiromori cannot have escaped her seal. It was guarded by the Yukino main family. Touma would have heard word of it breaking and informed him. Surely, this was a trick or a trap. No sane creature went against the Natural Order.

Mystery tries to shake the image of the faded Kitsune, painfully weak, its single tail curled over its paws. The creature had spoken like someone mourning the loss of a loved one. His kind are not meant to love. Mystery stares down at his dog paws and his vision blurs, water running into his eyes. He feels himself shiver, growing cold. This form had always been one of his weaker ones. A poor choice of disguise. He blinks the exhaustion away, staggering to his feet, having to brace all four paws.

Vivi. He should find Vivi. He owes her an apology and an explanation. Whatever otherworldly dangers may be approaching, it was useless to fret without properly examining Arthur first. He could start panicking once he had confirmed the existence of time-travel.

Slowly, he trots around to the door of the Pepper’s diner. Whereas moments prior the driveway had been alive with commotion, it is now empty. All that is left of the evening’s chaos are two puddles of blood being quickly washed away. Would Vivi still be here? She might have followed Lewis and Arthur to the hospital. He sniffs, and finding the rain too heavy, searches his connection to the Yukino family.

Vivi is, indeed, inside the diner. He scratches at the door, hoping to be let in.

Vivi answers, looking down at him with a blank expression. Then she turns and walks away. Silent. Mystery waits for a beat before following, shouldering the door closed to shut the rain behind him. The many times he has been in this building, it has always been awash with colour and activity. He could barely walk two steps without getting petted and pulled in various directions by Lewis’s younger relatives. Not that Mystery had minded, the younger ones always reminded him of when Vivi was small and would follow him around attempting to grab his tail. Concerned by the room’s unnatural stillness, he listens. Several feet away he can hear the mummer voices belonging to the Pepper patriarch and the three smaller humans.

Satisfied that the family seams safe, he continues into the next room. Vivi has moved to sit on the large family-sized couch. She is balled up in one corner, knees drawn to her chest. Before her, resting on the low coffee table, is a cup of flowery tea with steam slowly rising above it. Her clothes are clean, and her hair is damp, smelling of soap and shampoo. From his position of the floor, in spite of the rooms low lighting, Mystery can make out how the skin on her hands and face is red like she’s scrubbed them a little too hard.

/Arthur and Lewis?/ Mystery asks, because, after setting his spell in motion, he had been too tired to see its aftermath.

“A helicopter picked them up. Dad and Lew’s mom are on their way to the hospital. Apparently, I need to stay here and ‘get some rest.’” Vivi falls silent after a sarcastic imitation of what Mystery thinks is Touma. Rain pelts against the window, rattling the glass, and wind whistles around the building.

He sighs, sits, and waits. There was nothing more for him to do. Last he had seen, both Lewis and Arthur were stable enough physically. They should live with proper care.

Vivi is the one to break the elongated silence, “That demon, the body snatcher, is it…”

/Gone./

“It’s not in Lewis?”

/No. I removed and sealed it to the best of my ability. It will not be possessing anything for a long while./

“I see.”

Vivi falls silent and glares at him, eyes accusatory. Tentatively, he tries wagging his tail. He knows it is far past too late to continue the dog act, but Vivi always loved when he wagged his tail. A small part of him hopes it will make her smile.

“You lied.”

Mystery winces.

“All this time. You were lying. You were all lying. Dad, gran….did mom know?”

/She was aware, yes./

Her expression darkens, stricken. “Why? I thought dad was just a paranoid stick in the mud. Maybe, if you’d told me the truth, I could have actually been useful.”

/I believe the reasoning was that you were safer not knowing./

“Well, congratulations you failed.” Vivi stands, stomping out of the room and to the kitchen sink, dumping out her tea. She paces back and forth for a minute before turning to the door.

/Where are you going?/

“I’m not waiting here. I'm driving to Milton...I'll sit outside the emergency room all night if I have to.��

/It is raining./ He points out helplessly, following on her heels as she picks up a jacket which is coloured purple and several sizes too large.

She spins and glares again, “Does this look like the face of someone who cares?"

Mystery hesitates, pausing to watch her pack a bag and have a brief discussion with the elder Pepper. The short man escorts Vivi to the door, visibly tied and worried, giving Mystery an expression of acute unease. The faint smell of fear collects around him.

“Are you coming or what. It’s a forty-minute drive. Plenty of time for you to start explaining things.” Vivi orders, facing away, freezing at the door, silhouetted in the frame.

Mystery skirts in close. Despite her brash words of action, Vivi remains still, eyes fixed on the pavement just visible through the rain. The blood from earlier has all but washed away, soaking into the ground. The faint red streaks remaining have Vivi transfixed. Tears are dripping down her face, falling in time with the rain. Her hands tighten on the jacket. Mystery watches and aches. Many myths and stories caution against becoming too attached to humans. Mystery thinks of his failure to save Arthur, and the forced decision to pick Lewis instead. His inaction had almost killed them both, and it should not have affected him as much as it has. He can still feel the echo of rage and fear. A decade ago, he would have simply chosen the route with the greatest chance of success and thought of it no further.

Now, all he wants to do is stop Vivi’s crying.

/I am sorry./

NOTE: Mystery joins the angst party. The next part is either going to be a Lewis or Arthur POV. Since they’re interchangeable, which would people rather read first?

ALSO: I realised as I was editing. I accentually cut the foreshadowing for echo-Mystery out for some reason. It was supposed to be in part 22 but I think that it was before I decided to add several Mystery POVs to the fic so it wouldn’t have made much sense back then. Might add it back in at some point. I should really keep better plot notes.

Part 37: here

#mystery skulls animated #MSA #fanifc #fanfiction #Vivi Yukino #Lewis pepper #arthur kingsmen #Mystery the dog #angst #descriptions of violence #tw: blood #blood and injury #they're not out of the woods yet #and the moral of this fic is that lying is bad #timelines #time travel

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 4 years ago

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OMG CONGRATULATIONS ON THE MILESTONE!!!

can i please get a matchup if theyre not closed yet?

im a scorpio, libra rising, pisces moon, and i ship with iwaizumi 🥰🥰

thank you so much!!!!

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕡 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕀𝕨𝕒

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑠 🪐

Gemini is ruled by the Planet Mercury (Communication) and Scorpio is dually ruled by the Planets Mars (Passion) and Pluto (Power).

Scorpio is generally quite concerned with sexual and emotional intimacy; they need much reassurance that their lover values the relationship as much as they do.

Thank goodness, then, for Gemini’s excellent communicative abilities; the Twins should have no trouble communicating their dedication to the Scorpion — if it’s dedication they feel.

Gemini can’t and won’t fake a commitment they don’t feel, so intense Scorpio must learn to back off a bit.

Gemini will certainly make a commitment to a love relationship, but only if they’re free to do so on their own, not coerced into it.

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 🔥💧🍃🌬

Gemini is an Air Sign and Scorpio is a Water Sign.

These two elements can be a great combination; after all, the best decisions are made when they incorporate the intellect (Air) and the emotions (Water) — the mind and the heart.

The trick, of course, is getting these two elements to work in tandem.

Scorpio is a master strategist; if there’s a decision to be made or a project at hand, they can help flighty Gemini focus on the best options. Gemini, in turn, teaches Scorpio to let go and move on when their efforts are thwarted.

There is a downside to these two elements’ union, however; Scorpio’s emotional manipulations can prove to dampen Gemini’s natural energy and enthusiasm.

Also, airy Gemini can leave Scorpio’s deep waters feeling choppy, rough and disturbed.

𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 🤞

Scorpio trusts everyone until they don’t. \

They have this weird, possessive nature that can give ultimate trust to their partner until the first worm of suspicion is created, usually by flakiness and disrespect.

They like things clean and without a doubt, and are prepared to give unconditional honesty, expecting the same in return.

This is where Gemini comes and asks a simple question – how can I be honest when I don’t know what my truth is in the first place?

It is ridiculous to expect such a definite honesty out of a Gemini partner when they are so prone to change and have no idea what they will feel or do tomorrow.

Still, they have a knack for communication that can save the day, but it can only be used if Scorpio doesn’t feel threatened because of their previous heartbreak they’ve never healed from.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 🤝

It is a good thing that Gemini can communicate with anyone.

They will be moved and intrigued by Scorpio’s nature, and very curious as usual.

This will be amplified by Scorpio’s depth and interesting topics, up to the point where they get too dark and depressive.

This is something Gemini doesn’t want to deal with if they don’t have to.

Unfortunately, there is not a lot that Scorpio thinks they can learn from Gemini.

Although they might wish to be more superficial, when they get in contact with someone with less depth, their ego sparks and they feel dominant because they are just the way they are. They will hardly ever respect Gemini for this, and can try to feed on their personality in order to add quality to their own.

In case they share interests and have similar professional or educational directions, they could complement each other very well.

Gemini would give ideas and discover new information, while Scorpio will dig in and give real essence to everything.

Their communication can be inspirational if they get into this mode and start accepting each other’s qualities.

They have so much to give to each other and it would be a shame if they held their relationship in an ego conflict for too long.

𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 😠😔😊

Emotional lack of compatibility is what gives them both a headache.

If one of them falls in love with the other, they will hardly have a good time if their feelings are not returned in the same proportion.

We could say it’s hard for them to synchronize, because the emotions Scorpio would give away freely are something Gemini would have to be swept off their feet for.

They don’t seem to have the same emotional scale and this can leave them both unsatisfied or pressured to a breaking point.

The best option for their shared emotional world would be for both partners to give what they can and not expect anything in return.

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 🤲

The good thing in their relationship is that they both value strength of thought.

Although Scorpio values many other things in someone’s personality, they will be impressed by someone’s intelligence and resourcefulness.

Gemini will focus on the same thing, but have a slightly different assessment of someone’s intellect.

However, they can agree to have a shared point of same value, although other things they strive for will differ greatly.

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑠 💪

A great thing with these two is their openness for change.

Gemini will want to change the scenery and Scorpio will want to change their life, gladly taking Gemini’s small steps toward this goal.

Scorpio is a fixed sign, set in change of huge proportions, and Gemini’s mutable quality will annoy them in most cases.

Still, they can relate to their need for different experiences in life and the excitement they always search for.

Even though they might not be excited by the same things, there will be enough excitement for both partners to choose along the path they decide to cross together.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 💕

When Gemini and Scorpio come together in a love affair, they’ll need to learn to understand and accept one another’s differences — and if they can, they will be a nearly unbreakable couple.

Where Gemini is adaptable, intellectual, outgoing and chatty, Scorpio tends to be secretive, focused, intense and determined.

Gemini tends to take things lightly, including their lover; Scorpio, on the other hand, has a very deep need for emotional connection and intimacy.

Scorpio is generally very loyal to their lover and very connected to the relationship.

Gemini and Scorpio will usually annoy each other senseless.

None of them will lightly understand their partner’s personality.

To Gemini, their partner will seem too depressed and dark for no apparent reason, and for Scorpio, this could be an experience with no purpose or depth.

If they do fall crazy in love, they could connect through their mutual love of change and give each other the exact things they lack.

This is a relationship of great lessons and an enormous capacity for personal growth of both partners.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu matchups #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #300followerevent

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keenerordeath · 4 years ago

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Endgame Timelines

(except I don’t cry at the end)

Disclaimer: I have never read the comics, I am basing everything off of what I've seen in the MCU films and fans online that know more about the stones than I do. Add in my limitless optimism and you get this monstrosity!

What would happen if Tony hadn't been the one to snap away Thanos and his army? Would Peter Parker, the only other avenger with a Stark original nanotech suit, be the one to snap instead?

Let me show you what I think would have happened if Tony survived Endgame and Peter Parker saved the universe.

Below the cut:

what could happen to peter parker

how tony fixes everything

how I think the stones should all be returned after endgame

Peter Parker and the Gauntlet

Of course, something to address immediately would be Peter's probability of survival. We've seen Tom Holland's Peter Parker lift a fallen building's debris from himself and swing away afterwards. Since Peter hasn't been shot, or severely impaled, I don't have much of a reference to go by in terms of healing and regeneration, and he's certainly not on par with Deadpool in that department. BUT, I do have reference of Infinity Snaps from the Hulk, Tony, and Thanos himself. Hulk is strong, sure, and isn't all that fazed by radiation, since that was what created him. However, he was easily beaten by Thanos, and was injured just by wearing a gauntlet that held all six stones. The snap completely destroyed his arm. For Thanos, wielding the full gauntlet only caused a surge in energy but his body was intact. The snap itself left his arm injured but not completely immobile. The arm doesn't reach that point until snapping a second time to destroy the stones. To an average human like Tony, the snap cost his life. But we KNOW all this. What we don't know is how it translates to anyone other than these three.

As a mutant, where does that leave Peter on the spectrum? Does using the stones leave a wound that will never heal, destined to be that way by the rules of the stones? Nothing is for free, right? My theory is that Peter would have a different experience. Do I want to see him in pain? Hell no. While our reality is that Spider-Man must move on in a universe without Tony Stark, I can't help but dream up endings a little more happy. So, what if? What if the one who will recover the easiest from using the stones is our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

I would venture that the kid would be in intensive care under Helen Cho's watch. This woman has worked with super soldiers like Steve Rogers, created the cradle from Avengers: Age of Ultron. The avengers trust her with their lives. Tony wouldn't want anyone else to take care of Peter, because she would be the one to keep him alive. Not to mention, Peter heals quickly. The biggest issue may be understanding his metabolism well enough to administer antibiotics, pain killers, and other nutrients that his body would need to support his mutated healing abilities.

Peter is in the hospital and Tony needs something to keep himself occupied while waiting for his kid to wake up.

Tony Stark and the Plan to Return the Stones

Anthony Edward Stark is not going to sit on his ass if there is a problem that needs solving. With everyone back besides Vision and Natasha, he's got a team that can execute the return of the stones perfectly. Even one thing out of place and alternate timelines are created.

Tony gets Dr. Strange to rewind time on the compound. It would be great if that could go back to not being rubble, you know?

Then he gets to work, getting the rundown from everyone.

What state were all the stones in when they were taken from the past?

What was Steve doing in 2012 after he left Loki and the others in the tower?

Where did he get the Pym particles from at the base?

When did Clint wake up with the soul stone in his hand?

Where was Natasha's body after she became the sacrifice?

Where did Rhodey and Nebula leave Quill?

Would it be so bad to leave the power stone on Morag now that Thanos cannot reach it there?

Will Gamora of 2014 want to go back to her own time or stay here?

Will Gamora want to stay if they manage to get her back alive from Vormir? Two Gamora's?

Where was the hammer before Thor summoned it?

What do they have to do to get the Aether back into Jane?

He has a lot of questions, a lot of witnesses and resources, and a need for a distraction.

First thing he needs to do? Get as much information about the stones from Dr. Strange as possible.

any theories involving the actual powers and abilities of the stones are suuuuper yada yada-ed in some places because I have a very basic understanding of biology, atomic composition, time travel, neurological functions, artificial intelligence, etc. - they're flimsy in some places and I'm not sure how to fix that

Can the pocket universe in the Soul stone be accessed? Does it hold only Nat and Gamora's souls? Would they need their bodies to return the souls to? Would it just be easier to collect their bodies from Vormir and turn back time on them, too? Would their souls even be in their bodies anymore, or would they just be husks? Would taking their bodies back to the present create an alternate timeline that prevents their new alternate selves to be able to retrieve Nat or Gamora? Is it important enough to them to screw with another timeline like that? Will they have their bodies restored once they're puled from the stone?

Now, my understanding of the stones stems from the movies and an explanation I came across on Quora while researching the stones.

"To combat [their] weaknesses they all feed into each other and make each other more powerful. Also as a general weakness they will destroy most mortals without the use of a vessel (Infinity gauntlet, Ronan's hammer Etc) The Time stone makes each stone's effects permanent as well as permeate time. The Reality stone makes the others affect the world itself as opposed to just an aspect of the universe. The Power stone's raw power acts as a battery for the rest of them and amplifies their power. The Soul stone gives power over the souls of everyone the user comes across. The Space stone makes the effects of the other stones universe wide. The Mind stone allows the user complete control of the minds of everyone in the universe."

Another tidbit about the Soul stone that I found was this:

"Allows the user to steal, control, manipulate, and alter living and dead souls; as well as animate the motionless. The Soul Gem also acts as a gateway to an idyllic pocket universe. At full potential, when backed by the Power Gem, the Soul Gem grants the user control over all life in the universe."

Can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. With the combination of the Power, Time, Space, and Reality stones they get Natasha and Gamora out of the Soul stone. It is a stretch, considering Hulk said he had tried to get Natasha back. I think maybe using the Soul stone puts up a bit of a roadblock. How well can the Soul stone resist the effects of the other stones when it isn't being used, then? Say you use the Space stone to move the women out of the pocket universe? (Maybe it is possible to rebuild or reshape them to how they used to be by using the Space stone, same concept as Thanos changing the Aether to the Reality stone using the Space and Time stones). Using the Reality and Time stones to solidify their existence in that time and space in the universe, they could bend reality to make it so. The Power stone will juice up the other three, surely allowing them to push past boundaries they couldn't on their own. And if it takes a little tinkering with a juiced-up Soul stone to get them both fully restored, then so be it. Whatever it takes to get them back.

Now… vision is an incredibly complicated puzzle to solve. What IS left after the stone is removed? If Shuri had been allowed enough time, what would have changed for Vision? My gut tells me that his best chance lies in the hands of Shuri and Dr. Strange. Vision has just been hooked up to Shuri's tech in Wakanda. Five years later she still has the scans she made, still remembers what she had to do. So Dr. Strange takes them back to right before Thanos' General attacks Shuri and her guard, taking Vision with him. Instead of letting that play through, Strange pauses time, leaving himself and Shuri to find what made Vision tick, remove the stone and see what is left, what they need to substitute in as replacement for the Mind stone. They gather all the information housed in Vision's body. Every piece that came from Jarvis, Stark, Banner, Thor, Ultron, the Mind stone. How can that be recreated to be able to house Vision's memories and consciousness, again? Restoring him to minutes before Thanos took the stone from his head is the end goal. Once Shuri has all the data she needs, they turn back time on Vision, leave him back on the table, and resume time before jumping back to their present. They'll need the cradle again, some more vibranium, some help from Helen Cho and Thor's lightning. Would complete reconstruction and an upload of consciousness work without the stone? Obviously, the flying and the strength and all his other powers from the stone would be gone, but is it really so bad to have a chance at being normal?

They have their lost family back now. But they cannot rest yet. What else do they need the stones for before they can send them back to where they came from?

Can they be used to heal Peter? Have they already weakened themselves from using them so much? Is there anyone else that can wield them and help to restore what was lost after half the population vanished and everything became overwhelming to maintain? The plan for returning them was set, they're left with a lot of time to use the stones for some good. Can Captain Marvel offer more help to others in the universe? Surely, Earth isn't the only place that desperately needed help in the aftermath. I assume she will do what she can, holding more hope than in canon, since losing Tony left most of them… less than motivated to get back into hero-ing.

Danvers did what she needed to with the stones. Time to start their return plan.

All the stones need to be returned to how they looked when they were taken.

Thanos used the Space and Power stones to change the Aether from its weird wiggly form into an actual stone. Great, let's undo that. Should we use the Time stone or the Space and Power stones? Either will work? Dope, done and done, moving on.

The scepter and its case are around the compound somewhere, Vision doesn’t need the stone anymore, let's pack it in there. Same with the weird orb thing Rhodey brought the Power stone back in. Let's get those packed and they'll be ready to go.

Mjolnir: check. Aether: check. Scepter: check. Power Orb: check. Space, Soul, and Time stones: check, check, check. (Dr. Strange will be hanging onto that Time stone until the last mission, though)

Now we know from Avengers: Endgame that each capsule of Pym Particles will give you two jumps. They can go from the present to the past, then the past to the present. After that they have to refuel. With that established, my estimate would be that they would need to use AT LEAST 19 capsules, not accounting for spares in case of an emergency.

So, Hank Pym, mind making those? We need them to fix our time travel mess. Thanks, pal.

Back in Time, Right on Time

Tony doesn't need everyone to make this go smoothly. He can work with a smaller pool of people.

Clint is not going back, not to Vormir, not to anywhere. He will stay in the present with Nat and his family.

His blue meanie, Nebula, is staying with him. He will not subject her to the pain of sharing her network with another Nebula from a different time, not again.

Tony himself will not be leaving. He will be right here, coordinating everything. Some of them will be leaving at the same time. Others have multiple trips they're going to make. No one makes a second jump until they have checked back in with him. They'll restock their suits, get some food and rest, gather the things they need to return, and venture back out.

No Avenger is going to be sent back to a time that will trigger bad memories from their pasts.

Many candidates and teams were dismissed pretty early. They're abilities may have been ideal, but if their personalities did not mix well, Tony could not risk the messes that incompatibility could cause.

For this to work, the best chance of success for the return of every stone and avoiding any offshoot timelines will require these Avengers: Captain Rogers, Thor, Dr. Strange, The Wasp, Mantis, Scarlet Witch, and Ant-Man. Stay tuned because we're going to need one surprise extra along the way, but more on that later.

To know where to go first, Tony first had to figure out who messed up the worst, and needed the most stones to complete the mission.

Loki's Vanishing Act

Let's start with Loki taking the Tesseract in NYC 2012. It is essentially a surefire way to change pretty much everything we know about the MCU. So how is Tony going to fix that Royal Whoops? Well, it's not going to be easy. To ensure that Loki and the Tesseract are sent back to Asgard with Thor, Tony will send the Wasp and Ant-Man to keep the Tesseract close to a collapsed Tony Stark and Thor, and away from Loki, Endgame Tony and Scott, and the slimy Alexander Pierce. If anyone besides Thor got the Tesseract then, Tony and Steve would never go to the army base even further in the past. Best not to mess with that.

Really? Hail Hydra?

Now that Loki is once again in custody of the Avengers, we'll follow Captain America taking the Scepter from NYC in 2012.

(Enjoy the layout of this one, because there's so much to it I don't want to make this into more of a story than a presentation. You'll take all my bullet points and you'll like them, damn it.)

Triggers for alternate timelines:

Tricking Hydra into thinking he was their ally

Prematurely informing his 2012 self of Bucky being alive

Removing the Mind stone from the scepter (this one couldn't really be helped, you're okay Steve)

Conclusion: a seamless return without creating any alternate timelines will be enough to give me a migraine. (Tony probably had one, too, after learning everything Steve said to get his way to the scepter and out of the tower)

So, how does he plan to fix it? By sending the Wasp, Scarlet Witch, and Mantis.

Elevator Mess

Upon arriving at Stark Tower in NYC 2012, Hope shrinks the scepter, along with Wanda and Mantis. Their job is to follow Steve Rogers and clean up after him.

One "Hail Hydra" later, Hope carries Wanda to where she can erase the memories of all those in the elevator. Captain America is not with Hydra, he never entered that elevator, and he never took the scepter.

Last step here is to take the scepter they've brought and leave it exactly where Cap took the original from.

America's Ass

The reason Cap even had to fight himself is because Loki escaping disrupted the timeline, pulling 2012 Cap from search and rescue and back to the tower to hunt down Loki.

With Loki secured, Wanda has to manipulate 2012 Cap into still believing that Loki got away. After disabling his communications, they send him on his way.

His "I have eyes on Loki," never reaches anyone, and once they've fallen and Steve has knocked 2012 Cap unconscious, Wanda goes about erasing his memory of learning about Bucky. (Does Wanda get a video of "that's America's ass," to make fun of him with later? It's a mystery, truly, we'll never know)

Search and Rescue

They leave after returning 2012 Cap to the ground floor and waking him up (Thanks Mantis, I love you), sending him to resume search and rescue as if nothing had happened.

Ghosts of the Past

When Tony brings up Vormir, Steve volunteers. He won't let Clint, Banner, or Quill go. He was close to Natasha, spent the last five years with her. He wanted the chance to rid them of the stone that tried to take her from them. He knew that the other three didn't need the pain that would hit them should they see the place where the women they love had almost been lost to them.

What no one accounted for was Steve knowing who had been guiding people to the stone all this time. Facing Red Skull was not what Steve had expected. If it weren't so terrifying to see him again it would be almost comical. But there was nothing here to fix. He'd watched as Clint's craft took off, returning back to the others with the stone and without Nat. He handed the Soul stone off, tapped the device on his wrist twice, and went home.

Frigga Knows All

Steve doesn't talk about the last mission, so they move on to the next one. Tony sends Wanda and Steve to Asgard with Mjolnir and the Aether. They can't change that Thor told his mother the truth, but they can stop the Asgardians chasing Rocket and erase their memories of the raccoon. Disruption handled, Wanda goes to return the Aether to where it resided inside Jane. A very unfortunate place for it to be, but she knew she couldn't make any changes. So she returned it and left to find Cap, who had found where Thor pulled the hammer from and put it back. Rocket and Thor had gone back, and now Cap and Wanda could, too.

The God of Mischief

All of the Avengers were familiar with the Tesseract. Turns out it was just a cosmic cube used to contain the power of the Space stone. Interesting twist, for sure. But Thanos crushed the cube, and without it, they couldn't get the Tesseract back to Howard Stark's labs. At least the Pym Particles were a simple mission.

(Buckle up, I'm bringing back the bullet points)

Triggers to alternate timelines:

SHIELD suddenly having the Space stone rather than the Tesseract

Hank Pym losing important pieces of his research

Army base employee reporting Tony and Steve to bunker security

Conclusion: only the best of the best could twist this situation back to where it needs to be.

Tony's plan went something like this:

Saving a god

Thor and Dr. Strange go to retrieve Loki from the wreckage of the Asgardian ship

They work together to gather all those lost onto a nearby planet.

Once all the Asgardians have been found, Dr. Strange turns back time on the ship and on those gathered, bringing them back.

Using the Time, Space, and Power stones, Dr. Strange opens a portal that takes the Asgardians and their ship to the present in Norway, where the rest of their people reside.

Thor returns to the present, knowing Valkyrie was already in Norway, prepared to receive everyone.

Fooling a King

Dr. Strange keeps Loki with him, being the only one they've known to be able to contain Loki and see through his tricks. Loki doesn't give him any reasons to contain him, though.

An extra quantum realm suit and some Pym Particles given to Loki, and they jump to a time well before Loki had even learned he was the stolen prince of Jotunheim.

Together, they take the Tesseract from Odin's vault and hide it away.

Loki disguises himself as a young Thor and "confesses" to breaking the Tesseract, presenting the Space stone to Odin.

The Space stone is soon contained once again in a cosmic cube, an exact replica of the Tesseract Thanos had crushed, and returned to the vault.

Not wanting to risk anything, they replace the hidden Tesseract, retrieve the repaired cube, and jump back in time once more.

Returning Particles

Dr. Strange opens a portal in the basement of the bunker, watching as Howard Stark and "Howard Potts" leave the room.

The Tesseract is returned to the container Tony took it from and they were quickly through the next portal

Steve Rogers was gone and Hank Pym had yet to return

The capsules of Pym Particles were placed in the empty space left by Cap.

Mission complete, Loki and Dr. Strange returned to the Avengers Compound.

Can't Really Fix This One

There was one alternate timeline that Tony would never be able to fix, not that he would ever want to. The Thanos from 2014 brought his army and his daughters with him to end the Avengers of the present and take the stones for himself.

But once he and his armies were snapped away, there was no one to return back to 2014. They were gone. Nebula had no idea if Gamora had vanished along with all the others on the ships that brought her to a different time. Well, if they ever run into her, they'll offer her the chance to go back to the time she left, should she wish to return.

All that could really be done was send Wanda and Mantis to put the orb back in the temple, give Quill back his lockpick, toss him in front of the temple and wake him up. Maybe he would run into this Korath guy he mentioned, maybe he won't, considering he was a lackey to Ronan, one of those Thanos used to do his bidding. A Thanos that was no longer there. Either way, Quill wasn't just left for dead. He may never meet Gamora, but he still had other adventures to go on, other people to meet.

It's Finally Over

The Ancient One was taking down Chitauri before Hulk showed up. Steve would follow her attack patterns and range, because once Hulk showed up to get the stone, she would be distracted, and the Chitauri she would have stopped would continue on into NYC.

After Hulk had left with the Time Stone, Steve immediately approached the Ancient One and handed her the stone. They shared a look of understanding, she turned to rejoin the fight, and Steve left the rooftop to return home for the last time.

and they all lived happily ever after, the end, happy hanukkah, goodnight - Rallow <3

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