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mallorykeen · 10 months ago

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that's season one over so here's my favourite pjo fics to fill the void with!!!

don't forget comments and kudos!!! and here's my pjo fic list if anyone is interested also

i've done my best to track down the blogs of the writers but i couldn't find all of them (if there are more) so please tell me if you know yk

>1k

bled into me

Ares has never forgiven anyone for stomping on his heart, but you think you’d let Silena Beauregard trample all over yours. (ruegard)

The Sebastian Figure

He never thought he'd end this way, in the airy throne room of Mount Olympus, with the sun shining and the birds singing and everyone standing in a crowd waiting for him to be executed. AU, post-TLO; Luke's POV.

A Family Resemblance

People can say that Percy really is Poseidon’s son considering how alike they are, but to him Percy will always be Sally’s son.

Children of the Sea

As he sank through the water, Percy grimaced, clutching at the wound in his abdomen that was spreading his blood through the water. There was far too much of it and the water wouldn't heal him in time he knew, but at least he would die in the peace of the water. He hoped that Hades would let him into Elysium after everything he had done as a hero.

1-5k

light blue nail polish (and blood-stained nails) by @tragedykery

first: Charles and Silena have a picnic. then: Silena after Charles' death.

would you mind my hand stitched onto yours

Clarisse meets Silena and struggles with her feelings.

So Eden Sank to Grief by @cauldronoflove

Clarisse had always wanted a chance - and wanting a chance seemed to mean that she wanted battle.

There's No Dying in Dodgeball

University dodgeball is a very serious sport. No, really.

ruegard university au

They Lied about Oxygen

It's like they're the polar ends of magnets.

rachabeth, and a lot of kissing

If I killed someone for you (Would you love me more?) by @izzymrdb

Luke succeeds in killing Percy with the Pit Scorpion, but now he deals with the physical spectre of his guilt haunting him. Driving him insane.

like diamonds in the sky

“Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson —eye to eye, so alive/we're beautiful like diamonds in the sky; zoë in greek, means life.

take me to your best friend's house

Katie Gardner tilts her head. “I feel like he’s always hiding something from us.” “That’s why his tail is so big,” Silena Beauregard says, nodding very solemnly. “It’s full of secrets.” Or: Camp Half-Blood and the Mortifying Ordeal of Playing Spoons.

can't gamble the future

“Wait,” Beckendorf says, confused. “What does Connor have over Percy?” Luke sinks back into his chair. “Well, where do I begin―” “Five drachmas he mentions that one time Annabeth hugged Connor,” Thalia mutters to Silena, tossing a few gilded coins onto the center of the table. “He never shuts up about it.” (CANON DIVERGENCE ― The senior counselors don’t bet on trivial matters like childish, puppy love romances. No. Not at all. Of course not.)

Sweeter Than Cherries

Sweeter than cherries, better than Flash Gordon, and being in love with your best friend is never easy. (percabeth)

a hero's fate by @katiegardner

“I have had many sons,” Poseidon said. “Perseus is my favourite. Do you understand this?” “Yes,” Annabeth said. “He will be a god.”

Greek God (Good God) by @izzymrdb

Percy turns down immortality again. And again. And again. The gods never stop asking.

Green Ribbon

After the war in The Last Olympian takes place there is a lot of loss to be dealt with (ruegard)

Hunger on Her Lips by @starforged

Silena comes to convince Clarisse to return with her, but it ends as she imagines it would. Takes place during The Last Olympian.

Her Armor by @disregardcanon

No one can escape their destiny. Fate is written. History rewrites itself, and no man can escape it. Neither can a woman.

death is the road to awe by @callunavulgari

The first time you meet Silena, you shove her head into the toilet. You laugh at her as she struggles and you don't even have your brothers with you this time, no need for backup. She's just another silly Aphrodite girl. When you finally let her up, she's bright red and heaving for breath, a wet lock of dark hair hanging loose against her forehead. The first thing she does is clock you in the face, teeth bared in an ugly snarl. It's a good punch, so you grin at her and punch back.

She Does

She says 'I don't want this' but she does, she does, she does. (ruegard)

stay close, hold steady

“I can’t have you take care of us forever.” Poseidon and the three times he associated the word ‘marriage’ with Sally.

Bittersweet, Irresistible, a Crawling Beast

Again love, the limb-loosener, rattles me bittersweet, irresistible, a crawling beast. -Sappho After exploding a volcano, Penny Jackson wakes up on an island with only one other inhabitant, and she leaves with a better understanding of herself and her relationship with her best friend.

empty hearts on fire

Luke Castellan knows, from the very beginning, that he is going to die.

Le Morte d'Arthur

[“I’m like the Greek King Arthur,” Percy says. The slur to his voice and the flush to his face make Poseidon wince. Percy smiles, vague and hazy. “King,” Percy repeats. “Of course, little king,” Poseidon says tenderly. He is weak enough to curve a hand around a cheek, framing wan features. Pale, bloodless skin leached of all vitality. The water laps at Poseidon’s legs. No waves dare to form as Poseidon cradles Percy in his arms. He does not want to let go.] Or, wherein, others begin to fill in the void of Percy Jackson.

Packed and Petrified by @art-in-the-sunlight

In the lightning thief, Percy Jackson defeats Medusa and then promptly sends her decapitated head to the greek gods. When the olympians got a package “best wishes percy jackson," Zeus probably said something along the lines of, "At last, my bolt! Finally, your son admits to steali-" and then gets turned to stone for like five seconds.

5-10k

popsicles by @chironshorseass

AU were everything’s the same except Percy was never born out of Sally Jackson’s womb. And now the camp never lets him forget it. Where do babies come from, anyway?

(part one of those cruel summers series which is just lovely percabeth stuff. go read all of it. now)

Winter

It is winter when Zoë Nightshade first comes to her. She is a young girl, -by looks at least- yet an old soul, dark eyes shining with wisdom, and Artemis immediately feels a sort of kinship towards her. She looks, lost, and dangerous, and yet despite that she is the most beautiful thing that Artemis has ever seen. And she loves her, she loves her, even if she doesn't know why yet. (part one of winter and everything after which is some amazing zartemis stuff)

Sand Dollar Child by @withay

There's far too much divinity in Percy Jackson. It oozes from him, to the point where he's sometimes mistaken for Poseidon. Percy doesn't know this yet. All he knows is that this nereid is asking to borrow five drachmas.

10-30k

The End of Days

Percy tries to adjust back to normal life. It turns out, sometimes the calm is louder than the storm.

road trippin' by @chironshorseass

California, here we come. grover, annabeth, and percy and their roadtrip to california

Three and a Half Stars

Food is terrible, decor tasteless, weekend shifts seem to correspond with the onset of natural disasters??? Serving staff is pretty great, though, overall 3.5/5 would probably go again p.s. is tipping sand dollars standard now or is the creepy, semi-regular customer just crazy? percy's a waiter. he meets some gods

Home Is Where You Hang Your Hammer

A collection of moments from Frederick Chase's point of view following the day his daughter Annabeth runs away from home.

i'm lucky i'm in love with my best friend

The one where Percy and Annabeth were best friends who fell in love, and everything is absolutely perfect as they make their way through the most important moments of their adult life. That is, until it's not. Percabeth one-shot, AU

Percy Jackson, son of Sally Jackson by @izzymrdb

But we needed the help of a clear-sighted mortal to lead us through the Labyrinth and there’s nobody else we knew of that would agree to. Other than my mom - Sally Jackson.

Of Storms and Bloodlines

When people thought of Poseidon they thought of the sea; Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Commander of the Waves, the Stormbringer. Upon consideration they would add Earthshaker, for catastrophic events such as earthquakes were hard to forget. Few remembered, however, that Poseidon was also Lord of the Horses. Stormbringer and Earthshaker tended to squeeze that one out. Percy had been able to talk to horses for as long as he could remember. He liked to think he understood them. Although he's not entirely sure why the new stallion thinks he's its foal. Poseidon is not jealous that Percy thinks a horse makes a better father figure than himself. At all.

30-50k

the sun stands

Everything has a price and invulnerability is expensive. (percy, percabeth and chronic pain)

Trading Tomorrow by @loosingmoreletters (and Darkmagyk but I couldn't find the blog)

Percy Jackson arrives at Camp Half-Blood bruised and bleeding, with the knowledge that he's the son of a god and his mother is dead. His little display with the Minotaur has caught the attention of the camp. But he’s not sure it is good attention, yet. Only the Hermes Cabin's not-quite Co-counselor Theseus, ‘call me Theo,’ doesn't treat him like a fascinating zoo exhibit. Which would be a relief, except he looks exactly like Percy: same green eyes, same trouble making smile, same black hair. The only differences are the fact that Theo is six years older, covered in battle scars, and the black tattoo on his arm. A trident and the letters SPQR. Theo is eighteen, powerful, and unclaimed. And his resemblance to Percy could set a dangerous precedent.

Hold the hand of the god-child

Percy Jackson needs to die. Zeus knows that, and as his plan to kill him on Olympus is voted against, he finds another solution: there is a god after all, whose presence around his son Poseidon doesn’t suspect. Dionysus is ordered to kill Percy. He hides him instead, and everything changes.

50k+

The Marble King

Constantinople, 1453 After the fall of an empire, Perseus, son of Poseidon, and Annabeth Fredriksdotter, daughter of Athena, must put aside old rivalries if they are to survive in this strange new world. Medieval/Renaissance AU.

apistéō

Percy was 12 when she was told she was a demigod. It happened on her last day of 6th grade after a very boring and very ordinary year, so maybe that’s why she sees her divine family members as the true monsters of the world.

Oh Yeah, No, I Totally Forgot

Amphitrite really had only gone to that particular beach to see if there was something special about it. To see if the surf was softer, the wildlife nicer, if the nymphs were maybe prettier. She needed to see if there was a reason Poseidon went there so often. But the stretch of sand she’d come to was truly pitiful, it wasn’t anything special or different, it was in fact boringly empty. Or it was meant to be empty. A small child stared up at her with big green eyes, a mop of dark curly hair, and an armful of various colorful buckets and a tiny shovel. Oh.

#pjo #fic #rec list #percy jackson and the olympians

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none-ofthisnonsense · 9 months ago

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Merlin liveblog (partly for @thisisjustmefangirling )

Season 1 Episode 1:

I’m halfway through the first episode, and so far HOW IS MERLIN SO LUCKY ALL THE TIME. (Also, why has everyone been in Doctor Who?!)

I’m coming into this with some background - I think I watched the first 5 episodes a few years ago? But I don’t really remember them well. Apart from being shot in the heart by Katie McGrath’s beautiful outfits. And also, being on tumblr, I have some mutuals who are fans of it, or I’ve seen gifsets when scrolling through some blogs. And I also do know basic Arthuriana, so I can guess in what position some characters are meant to end up. I’ve got a little background knowledge but not that much. Onto the liveblog!

Merlin you’re behaving like a dramatic teen. Which I guess you are, I don’t really know how old you are.

“Look, I’ve told you you’re an ass, I just didn’t realise you were a royal one.” BEST BOY MERLIN but also he can definitely hurt you and holds power maybe don’t challenge your social superiors too much Merlin mmk?

Merlin. Don’t challenge him. You won’t win.

Yeah tbh if I were Arthur I’d probably laugh too.

Merlin he’s been training his whole life and has power and has weapons and has armour WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN YOU AREN’T ALLOWED MAGIC

“Wow. And how long have you been training to be a prat?” See Merlin gets the best lines but that’s dangerous for him.

Slight discrepancy: how does Arthur know Merlin’s name?

Yeah if I were Gaius I’d have that reaction too. Merlin has NO self-preservation instinct.

I like the music. (Also apparently this was filmed at Pierrefonds, so that’s cool!)

YEAH “OH GOD” WHAT DID YOU THINK MERLIN??? That you’d win??!

(Let’s just pause for a moment and appreciate all those historical inaccuracies. They’re painful but also there are so many it almost warms my heart. They’ve COMMITTED to being historically inaccurate. Though I suppose this is fantasy anyway.)

I like both leads’ actors.

And of course he sees Gaius and loses.

“He may be an idiot, but he’s a brave one.” Merlin summarised in one sentence. This boy is DUMB.

“There’s something about you, Merlin. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” See I’m starting to get why this was explained to me as Destiel before Destiel.

“How could you be so foolish?” We are all, at heart, Gaius.

See Merlin’s problem is he wants to be special. Not to be that person but you’re a servant in the (fantasy) Middle Ages you were always going to be a nobody. Being special is very 2000s not so much 1300s.

Aaaand he’s a dramatic emo boy.

Gaius we love you. You’re so kind and honestly the most relatable character. Gaius is great I love him.

OUCH that looks like it hurts.

Oh fantasy medieval painkillers! That’s cool.

It’s not that I don’t like Eve Myles but I specifically chose Merlin to avoid seeing her and John Barrowman all the time. So. I’ve been seeing her pretty much nonstop for a few weeks. I was sort of hoping to catch a break.

Uther is realistic. (As much as a fantasy character from the fictional Middle Ages playing a mythological king from a fictional kingdom can be realistic, but he is!) Both as a father and as a king. I don’t necessarily agree with him, but he’s definitely the most fleshed out character so far.

That voice is creepy and after watching Torchwood CoE it reminds me of the 456.

Merlin come on. Really?

The camera work on this series is………interesting.

Y a un couvre-feu ou quoi? Pourquoi y a personne dans la cour?

Merlin you’re having too much fun with those dice.

Ohhhh is this the dragon Gaius told him about?

OKAY YEAH IT IS DEFINITELY I didn’t expect us to see the dragon so quickly.

So he has a destiny. Great. We already knew that. But I guess this is establishing characters.

Merlin not understanding is me. Yeah I’m confused too don’t worry.

“If anyone wants to kill him, they can go ahead, in fact I’ll lend them a hand.” At least Merlin is coherent, and funny. If extremely dumb and foolish.

“No. No. There must be another Arthur, because this one’s an idiot.” BAHAHA OKAY THAT’S FUNNY

Oh we get the theme music again when Merlin is asking all his questions.

Yeah again Gaius I get you. Also that’s the bedroom of a teenage boy what did you expect, did you want it to be clean? Gaius you’re aiming too high. I have a 15-year-old brother the most I can wish for is for him to open the window once in a while.

One thing I do like is how well-lit the castle is. It’s nice for once.

Oh please tell me he isn’t getting a crush on Morgana. Noooooo please why does every character always have a crush in these shows can my aroace heart be soothed for a while instead of crushed at every occasion

Merlin is a teenage boy with hormones okay. Check.

Okay Merlin just squeaking to imitate Gwen is funny.

Gwen where are you though?

And she arrives! Gwen and Gaius are easily the most relatable people.

I loooove candle lighting.

OHHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THE REFLECTION THING NOOOO WHY IS SHE DYING

Oh so Merlin and Arthur have spotted each other- nope that’s just Katie McGrath in an incredible dress that won’t be invented for centuries but since when is accuracy the point of this show. The inaccuracies make it better

Isn’t she your cousin or something Arthur?

Gwen is so sweet! But also. The foreshadowing is starting. “Not that I’d want to marry Arthur.” WELL YOUR NAME IS GUINEVERE. SO I GUESS YOU’RE HEADING THERE ANYWAY GWEN I really hope he improves.

“No, I like much more ordinary men like you.” Gwen is realistic! She doesn’t have ideas above her social station! Finally a character who has some knowledge of where they stand! But also no Gwen please don’t fall in love with Merlin that’s just a bad idea

Gwen deserves better than this world. She’s so sweet and nice and frankly dealing with stuff she isn’t paid for enough. #GiveGwenARaise

Oh phew thank god it’s established she doesn’t like him I don’t think I could have borne it.

Merlin is very much a self-centred emo teenager while Gwen is reasonable and sweet and dealing with so much bullshit I promise Gwen you deserve so much better than dealing with him.

Guys believing the female characters for once would have made a nice change. I guess not, huh?

I love Uther’s voice.

I almost expected her to start singing Memory from Cats but no it makes sense that she’s singing something else actually

I’m 95% sure Eve Myles is dubbed here but also medieval music had lyrics.

OH IT’S A SPELL

The darkening as the spell takes effect is well-done and a touch I wouldn’t have imagined. But also what in the Sleeping Beauty

Merlin I thought you said you’d help anyone trying to kill Arthur? Apparently not, huh?

Those cobwebs look sticky.

How has Merlin not gotten caught yet?!

So he saved Arthur’s life huh. Quite a different reaction to twenty minutes ago. Is this character growth? Or is it him realising how bad it would be if A died? (Or am I just having fun interpreting his joke too literally)

“You shall be Prince Arthur’s manservant.” BAHAHA I LOVE UTHER

the absolute DESPAIR on M and A’s faces

Gaius is having fun.

Oooh a magic book! This’ll be interesting!

Aaand the episode ends.

#I maybe won’t do these posts that often in case I binge #Merlin #bbc Merlin #Merlin s1 #Merlin s1e1 #the dragon’s call #merlin liveblog

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dear-indies · 10 months ago

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hiya! 🧡 could i please get some help in finding some fc's of color who have resources playing a vampire? (who aren't from interview with the vampire, bc its gonna be an iwtc-centered oc) if not, just fc's you think would be great vampires! a woc is who i'm leaning towards, but im down for anyone of any age! thank you so much 🫶🏼

Angela Bassett (Vampire in Brooklyn) African-American.

Jacob Batalon (Reginald the Vampire) Filipino.

Kim Ji Woong (The Blood) Korean.

Michael Malarkey (The Vampire Diaries) part Palestinian.

Sisi Stringer (Vampire Academy) African Australian.

Rutina Wesley (True Blood) African-American.

Ami Tomite (Tokyo Vampire Hotel) Japanese.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (Day Shift) Chinese / White.

and then:

Shohreh Aghdashloo (1952) Iranian.

D. B. Woodside (1969) African-American.

Gina Torres (1969) Afro-Cuban.

Hu Bing (1971) Korean.

Mahershala Ali (1974) African-American.

Daniel Wu (1974) Hongkonger.

Florence Kasumba (1976) Ugandan.

Omar Sy (1978) Mauritanian / Fula Senegalese.

Nonso Anozie (1979) Nigeiran - isn't a vampire in this but has the vibe in Dracula.

Maggie Q (1979) Vietnamese / White.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans.

Rami Malek (1981) Egyptian 12.5% Greek.

Fawad Khan (1981) Pashtun and Punjabi Pakistani.

Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Bihari, Gorakhpuri and Kashmiri Indo-Mauritian.

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German.

Kim Jae Wook (1983) Korean.

Cara Gee (1983) Ojibwe.

Florence Faivre (1983) Thai / French.

Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other].

Amar Chadha-Patel (1986) Punjabi and Gujarati Indian.

Da'Vine Joy Randolph (1986) African-American.

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / White.

Desmond Chiam (1987) Chinese Singaporean.

Jim Sarbh (1987) Parsi Indian.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian / White.

Gregg Chillin (1988) Armenian and White.

Christina Chong (1989) Hongkonger / White.

Katy M. O'Brian (1989) African-American and White - is a lesbian.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Steve Noh (1990) Korean.

Kim Yong Ji (1991) Korean.

Jennifer Cheon Garcia (1992) Korean / Mexican.

Jenny Zeng (1993) Chinese.

Song Kang (1994) Korean.

Jaz Sinclair (1994) African-American / White.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American.

Yumi Nu (1996) Japanese / White.

Wang Zi Yi (1996) Chinese.

Havana Rose Liu (1997) Chinese / White - is pansexual.

Lauren Tsai (1998) Taiwanese / White.

Here you go! Please let me know if you want something more specific.

#fc help #rph #rpc #vampire fc

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esperwatchesfilms · 9 months ago

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Miss Meadows (2014)

Miss Meadows. The first film I'm posting about after literal years. I wanted to get back into doing this for the fun. The original goal may not have been met, but I like this method of watching movies. It helps me focus on what's happening... That said, this movie started interesting and fun and slooowly went downhill. Her entire relationship with the Sheriff? Awkward. So painfully awkward. The writing was not great. Not taking points off for the writing was extremely generous of me. But I had fun watching it, to be fair... that said... ESE: -10/100

50 +2 for immediately CGI squirrel +5 for living your best tap dancing life -10 for creepy-ass dudes harassing women +5 for Miss Meadows attempting politeness in the face of grossness +2 for tiny purse gun +10 for "Toodaloo" post-murder +5 for post-murder tap dance +3 for the quick return of CGI squirrel +3 for Mother Meadows giving bloodstain cleaning advice -10 for only God knowing our destiny +5 for the exception of no one knowing their destiny being best-selling authors +5 for "The truth is relative." +5 for Ava Kolker +5 for Heather thinking corpses look like string cheese -10 for the principal's shitty attitude -5 for new neighbors trying to hook you up with dentist friends +5 for having "no intentions to start domestication training" +10 for saving a toad on the road -10 for constant tap shoes +5 for Heather's healthy skepticism +5 for admitting being wrong -10 for being far too young to hate the world so much +5 for a child being smart enough to see the world for what it is -5 for not finishing her answer to the teachers who invited her for Happy Hour -5 for incredibly awkward exchange with the Sheriff -10 for using your position to find a woman's workplace to ask her on a date +10 for Miss Meadows pointing out that that behavior is illegal -5 for not allowing the Sheriff a turn to ask questions, turning the conversation into an interrogation +5 for not promising not to laugh +5 for wanting to play accordion -5 for tap dancing on grass +5 for the Sheriff's rhythmically challenged dance -10 for awkward post-kiss silence +5 for not living in fear -10 for church service +10 for Katie Holmes's singing +10 for not being Catholic, but enjoying singing in choirs +5 for James Badge Dale -10 for the most awkward sex scene I have ever watched -10 because no... seriously... MOST awkward sex scene due to cackling during the entire event -10 for even worse pillow talk -10 for releasing helium balloons into the sky on purpose +10 for the speech given to the murderer before murdering him +5 for Frank -10 for creepy owner of Frank -5 for another awkward kiss -5 for not exercising safe sex +5 for hopscotch -10 for creepy owner of Frank being a child abuser -10 for marrying Miss Meadows simply because they neglected to have safe sex and now she's pregnant +10 for Jean Smart -10 for creepy owner of Frank having photos he took of Miss Meadows without her knowledge +5 for not veiling her threat +10 for creepy owner of Frank (Skylar) being unexpectedly right -10 for Skylar still being incredibly creepy +5 for telling kids in Sunday school that Jesus wasn't white -20 for DISGUSTING child sexual abuse from a priest +10 for murdering the priest -10 for being sloppy and being caught by Heather -5 for Heather being scary chill about it and keeping Miss Meadows' secret +10 for Mother Meadows having been dead the whole time -10 for the Sheriff being so casual about figuring out Miss Meadows is the vigilante -10 for the dumbest Sheriff -10 for yelling at Miss Meadows when he was so chill about figuring out the truth -20 for Heather being taken by Skylar +10 for Miss Meadows saving Heather +10 for Sheriff saving Miss Meadows +5 for pinning the vigilante shit on Skylar +5 for accordion playing +5 for the hawk at the end -10 for the Katie Holmes cover of "These Boots Are Made for Walkin'"

#movies #films #actors #comedy #crime #drama #Katie Holmes #Karen Leigh Hopkins #James Badge Dale #Callan Mulvey #Jean Smart #Mary Kay Place #Ava Kolker #Miss Meadows

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mischiefandmedicine · 9 months ago

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Very Full - Chapter 2: Hear Me

Summary: An enchanting voice, carrying across dimensions, beckons Loki to a karaoke bar of all places, where a captivating song leads him to meet Saoirse's mother. Her mysterious departure leaves him yearning for more, igniting a quest that promises to intertwine their destinies.

Word Count: 4,137 words.

Chapter Warnings: Minor violence (Loki gets slapped).

Soundtrack Link

This Chapter's Inspirational Music: Main character sings Hear Me by Kelly Clarkson, but imagine the other songs playing in the background afterwards.

Hear Me by Kelly Clarkson

Dark Horse by Katy Perry

Break My Heart by Dua Lipa

Into You by Ariana Grande

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

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Loki settled into the deep green armchair, flitting his expansive cloak of interwoven timelines behind him, fixing his gaze on the expanse of space sprawling around them. With a measured breath, he began, his voice carrying the weight of ages past, each word meticulously chosen to weave a tapestry of truth and longing. “Once, in the epoch before the multiverse bloomed into its myriad of existences, there sat a realm of unparalleled splendor. A place where the convergence of cosmic energies birthed wonders beyond mortal comprehension. It was a world steeped in the ethereal embrace of magic, where the veils between the realms were thin, and destinies intertwined like the dancing tendrils of the great Yggdrasil itself.”

His gaze shifted, locking onto Saoirse’s eyes, her face displaying a mélange of skepticism and lingering pain. “In that realm, nestled amidst the splendor of Asgard, lived a being of immeasurable complexity. A god, known to many as Loki. A name ensconced in tales of trickery ambition, and the eternal dance between chaos and order.”

As Loki paused for effect in his story, Saoirse rolled her eyes with a sigh, crossing her arms angrily. “Just get on with it…”

Loki laughed, shaking his head knowingly, he let Saoirse’s words hang in the air before continuing, “As I was saying, within the intricate tapestries of my existence, lies a thread that transcends the bounds of divine whims and cosmic happenstance. It is a thread spun from the fiber of love, sacrifice, and enduring legacy…of Asgard…of Midgard…of her…”

Loki’s expression softened, memories flickering across his mind like the fragments of an unfinished mosaic. He was too eager to tell this story but wanted his daughter to revel in the beauty of it. It was his favorite story. One that had played in his mind repeatedly after he had returned to his throne.

“Your mother, a woman of unfathomable grace and strength, walked a path entwined with mine. Her presence in my life, Saoirse, altered the very fabric of my being,” a tinge of sorrow and remorse echoed in his voice as he continued.

“Our story begins with yours truly sitting on that throne there,” he turned to point to the gilded throne high up above the pair. “I had destroyed the loom that was responsible for keeping the strands of time from spiraling out of control since the dawn of…well…time,” he laughed nervously.

“I sat upon my throne, adrift on the sea of thoughts of friends lost – people who had helped shape me into the god I was meant to be – wondering if this was all I would ever be. Questioning if there would be a time when I could live for myself again. I had sacrificed everything to make sure all timelines would endure, ultimately saving countless lives in the process.”

Loki paused to wipe a tear from his eye, while Saoirse looked on in bewilderment. All she had understood about her father were his mischievous and trickster ways. She had not heard of him becoming emotional like this. Before she could say a word to fill the silence, Loki huffed out a single laugh before huskily resuming his story.

“Before I knew it, I had grown weary from my journey. It had, after all, taken centuries to overcome the threat of all existence nearly being destroyed. I closed my eyes, if only for a moment before my dreams were taken over by the sound of her sweet voice singing to me across the expanses,” Loki closed his eyes, feeling his powers pulling him back to the moment when he could hear her voice calling out to him.

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It was like a siren song calling out to him on the throne. He could hear the song calling out to him in his dreams. The words echoed through his ears, as they hypnotized the god on the throne at the end of time, weary from his travels to this moment.

You’ve gotta be out there, You’ve gotta be somewhere, Wherever you are, I’m waiting. ‘Cause there are these nights when I sing myself to sleep. And I’m hoping my dreams bring you close to me, Are you listening?

Loki found himself poised at the threshold between realities, the vast tapestry of timelines shimmering around him like iridescent threads. He concentrated on the faint, enchanting melody, a haunting voice that resonated across the cosmic expanse. With a calculated flicker of his cosmic powers, he projected himself out into the cosmos, navigating the intricate web of realities; timelines that seemingly called his name as he followed the tantalizing echo of the song that drew him in.

Hear me, I’m crying out, I’m ready now. Turn my world upside down, find me. I’m lost inside the crowd, it’s getting loud, I need you to see, I’m screaming for you to please, Hear me. Can you hear me?

In a kaleidoscope of lights and swirling energies, Loki phased through realities, guided solely by the captivating call of the woman’s voice. The ethereal echoes of the words reverberated through the countless timelines, seeming to overtake an entire branch of the makeshift Yggdrasil of intertwined realities. Her voice was a beacon that had summoned Loki across the universe. He had to find who had such power over him.

Finally, his projection emerged in a reality unlike that of his throne at the end of time, finding himself inside a vibrant, bustling tavern that seemed a universe away from his cosmic throne. The ambiance was alive with the spirited chatter of patrons, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversations. Yet amidst the indistinct chatter, Loki’s focus honed in on the stage, where a lone figure stood, bathed in the glow of stage lights. She exuded grace and otherworldly charm as she sang, her voice carrying a poignant, yet powerful rendition of a song Loki had not heard before.

I used to be scared of letting someone in, But it gets so lonely being on my own. No one to talk to. No one to hold me. I’m not always strong, oh I need you here, Are you listening?

Loki found himself ensnared, not by the chaotic revelry of the bar, but by the mesmerizing woman’s voice. He stood at the periphery, his emerald eyes fixated on the singer, studying her every curve, captivated by her impassioned performance. He watched as she swayed in time with the music, bare feet, and bare legs leading up to a dark leather skirt, hugging her hips effortlessly. Her torso was adorned with a dark green short-sleeved shirt scrawled with the words “Beautiful Disaster” in gold lettering. Her mocha skin glistened in the stage light as her wavy black hair framed her face, kissing her shoulders, and swept down her frame.

The song itself carried a depth that struck Loki to the very core of his existence, stirring something ancient and profound within him. The lyrics seemed to echo sentiments he had long forgotten, evoking memories buried beneath layers of time and duty. He thought of Sylvie and how she had opened his heart to the possibility of love before spurning his advances. Ultimately it was she who had helped him to see that he could be more than just the god of mischief. Here and now, this woman had captured his very being…with a song.

I’m restless and wild, I fall but I try, I need someone to understand. Can you hear me? I’m lost in my thoughts, And baby, I’ve fought for all that I’ve got. Can you hear me?

As the song reached its crescendo, Loki felt an inexplicable resonance with the woman on the stage. Her voice had transcended the realm of mere sound, weaving a spell that seemed to echo through the dimensions, beckoning him closer. With an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, Loki stepped forward, making his way through the patrons toward the stage. His movement slow and deliberate, he was guided by an inexplicable pull toward the singer whose voice echoed a tale that continued to enchant him.

Staring up at the stage, Loki fixed his gaze upon this mysterious woman who had, by now, noticed his presence and locked eyes with him with a playful smirk as she sang. Intrigue and wonder danced in his eyes as he stood breathless, ensnared by her smile as she reached the climax of the song.

Hear me, hear me, Hear me, can you hear me? Hear me, Hear me, Hear me.

The performance of the song had reached its culmination, the last note lingering in the air as the audience erupted with applause. The woman’s gaze remains fixed on Loki, a glint in her eyes as she blushed and whispered a breathless and exasperated “thank you” into the microphone before taking a playful bow to cheers from the patrons surrounding the tavern.

The woman walked towards Loki, placing a hand on his shoulder as she alighted from the stage, moving lithely, her presence commanding yet graceful. Landing in front of Loki with a barely audible thud, she stood before him at a height that contrasted her powerful voice, her stature defying expectations. The top of her head barely reached his collarbone, causing her to look up at him as she steadied herself, bare feet contacting the tavern’s dark hardwood flooring.

Loki, momentarily taken aback, could not help but voice his surprise, “Where’s the rest of you?” he blurted out, his eyebrows arching in puzzlement. Though his question demonstrated his fascination, it too echoed a subtle admittance of his unexpected curiosity about this hypnotizing woman who, despite her petite frame, had possessed such a captivating aura and voice summoned him from across the dimensions.

The woman laughed heartily, grinning at the bizarre question, “What do you mean, ‘where’s the rest of you?’” she said, mocking Loki’s voice the best she could.

Loki’s eyes glint mischievously as he flashes a playful smirk. “Oh, my apologies. I just didn’t expect the voice of a Valkyrie to come from someone who needs a booster seat,” he quipped, his voice laden with both a teasing jest and a hint of seriousness as he eyed the woman before him.

“Watch it, buddy, I’ve been told I pack quite the punch, even in a small package,” she replied, her voice carrying both amusement and a touch of mystery. Her response was measured, revealing nothing of herself, yet inviting a still-stricken Loki to comment further.

Loki’s playful smirk lingered, his eyes glinting in the light of the tavern. “Ah, that explains it, you are a Valkyrie in compact form. Quite intriguing,” he remarked, his voice laden with playful sarcasm as he assessed her further. “You almost had me fooled there for a moment. I thought your kind had been all but extinct?” His words carried a teasing cadence, yet the underlying curiosity hinted at an interest in uncovering more about this mysterious woman.

The woman’s laughter rang again through the tavern, a sound that seemed to echo with both amusement and a touch of secrecy. “What is a Valkyrie?” she replied with a giggle, her gaze meeting Loki’s with a curious twinkle in her eye. “You have an odd sense of humor, stranger.” Her response was perplexing, leaving Loki momentarily taken aback by the seemingly feigned ignorance but intrigued by her banter.

Loki’s smirk grew wider, reveling in the teasing exchange. “A Valkyrie,” he began, assuming an air of grandiosity, “In the tales of old, Valkyries were fierce warriors, guardians of Asgard, chosen by the All-Father, Odin, himself to escort the fallen warriors to Valhalla. Strong, skilled, and cunning, they commanded respect, even among the gods.” His words were laced with a hint of theatricality, painting a vivid image of the mythical beings from Asgardian lore.

The woman tilted her head, eyes playing at an innocent expression with a smile, “Hmmm, that sounds impressive,” she responded with a pinch of sarcasm dancing in her voice. “But I hate to burst your bubble, I’m not a Valkyrie. I’m just a regular ol’ human being,” she added, her tone carrying a spirited yet assertive demeanor.

Loki chuckled, astonished by her response, “A human being, you say? Well, that would certainly explain the lack of winged steed and armor,” he quipped, a glint of amusement twinkling in his eyes, still in disbelief. “But forgive me, you do have a certain…otherworldly quality about you. A human with such a captivating voice is quite the rarity.”

With a blush taking over her face, the woman chuckled softly, the sound like music to Loki’s ears, “You’re quite the charmer, but alas,” she mocked his accent, “I’m just your average karaoke bar singer, nothing more, nothing less.”

Pulling her away from the stage so that she might hear him better, Loki leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Oh, come now, don’t sell yourself short. I don’t know what a karaoke bar is, but you certainly have all its patrons under your spell,” he paused, voice growing deeper as he gestured to their surroundings. “It’s rather perplexing, and I’m fond of mysteries,” he teased.

The woman grinned, speechless, eyeing Loki carefully.

“A human with such an enticing voice and demeanor like yours might have a few tricks up her sleeve,” Loki continued.

The woman pivoted to walk past Loki with a smile, “You think you’ve figured me out?” she shrugged knowing that Loki was following close behind her as she pushed her way through the crowd, “I’m afraid I have to disappoint you again, but I’m just a girl who enjoys a good song, a good drink, and…,” she paused to look Loki up and down over her shoulder, “a good conversation.”

Intrigued by this woman, Loki matched her pace, reveling in the challenge that this human presented with her snarky demeanor and small stature. He leaned in close to her ear, “A good conversation, you say?” Loki echoed her words, allowing his voice to mimic her playful tone and accept the challenge she presented. “Well then, allow me to introduce myself properly.”

He halted her progress gently, grabbing her by the arm and turning her to face him, his gaze holding hers in a momentary pause as she shrugged his hand off her with a glare. “I am Loki,” he declared theatrically, a smirk playing upon his lips as he bowed slightly, his coat draping around him adding to the dramatic flair.

“I know who you are,” she said raising an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at her lips before smacking him square across the face.

The sting of her hand against his cheek took him by surprise, a sharp crack resounding through the bustling tavern. He recoiled slightly, more from the shock of her action than the actual impact. His hand rose to his cheek, rubbing the spot where her slap had landed, more amused than offended.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Loki remarked, his voice tinged with genuine surprise and an ounce of admiration in it. He glanced at her half in amusement and half something else. “The absolute audacity.”

The woman stood there, her expression a mix of amusement and defiance, indicating that she was, in fact, toying with the god who was now towering over her silently as they approached an empty table in the corner. “I do hope that gets your attention,” she said, the hint of a smirk curling at the corners of her lips. “Do not touch me again unless I ask you to,” she pointed a finger at him scolding.

Loki, recovering from the shock, despite the sting of her hand lingering, could not help but chuckle. “As you wish,” he took a step back, pulling a chair out for her. “A swift introduction, but I believe we might have skipped a fundamental step,” he said as he looked at her, taking a seat across from her. “I’ve presented myself, yet the mystery of your name still eludes me. Might I have the pleasure of knowing the name of the woman who wields both voice and palm with such finesse against me?”

The woman’s smirk softened to a faint smile as she perched her face in her hands, regarding him from across the table. “And what would a name do for you, Loki?” she quipped, playing along with their alluring exchange.

“Names hold power and significance. They are keys that unlock hidden doors and open realms of possibility,” Loki replied with a smile, his voice carrying a charm that seemed almost impossible to resist.

The woman chuckled lightly, eyes questioning the very nature of the conversation, the air between them seemingly heating up. “Melara,” she said, her voice floating with a playful, yet guarded tone, leaving Loki to wonder if it was truly her name or another layer to the enigma she seemed to be.

“Melara,” Loki echoed, savoring the name as if it held a secret within its syllables. “A pleasure, indeed,” he said with a bow of his head, acknowledging her with an exaggerated flourish of his hand.

Intrigued by her boldness and the hint of light-heartedness that underscored her actions, Loki leaned back in his chair, his expression changing to amusement and curiosity as he watched her closely, studying every feature of her face.

“And how exactly do you know of me, Melara?” Loki inquired, a quirk of his lips betraying his interest in her response.

Melara’s gaze met Loki’s with a hint of recognition and a trace of wariness, though she remained composed and unfazed in his presence. With a tone that conveyed acknowledgment rather than trepidation, she spoke, her words laced with curiosity of her own. “I’ve heard tales whispered in corners about a certain someone causing quite the stir in New York,” Melara remarked, her voice carrying a blend of intrigue and calculated neutrality. “I have even heard of someone like you visiting here in Wisconsin a few times, once when I was a little girl. Seems like mischief follows you wherever you go, doesn’t it?”

“Wisconsin? Is that what you call this realm?” Loki asked, puzzled.

Melara laughed emphatically at his question, pausing to gaze into his eyes before laughing again. “No, it’s a state. For someone who was supposed to take over everything here, you sure are clueless, aren’t you?” she giggled.

Loki’s expression shifted subtly, a faint shadow passing over his features, addressing her awareness of his past exploits. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes reflecting admiration for the joke at his expense. “Ah, yes, that version of me did indeed relish in causing such commotion,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment, indicating a change from that brash persona. “But I must confess, I’ve evolved since then. Times change, people change…even gods,” Loki added with a charming smirk, attempting to deflect from his former self, leaning into thoughts of his more recent deeds, particularly following his ascension to the gilded throne at the end of time.

As the dimly lit tavern hummed with the lively chatter and the faint scent of liquor lingered in the air, Melara and Loki had unknowingly found themselves entangled in a conversation that felt like a dance – one filled with intrigue, charm, and the enticing allure of the unexpected. Loki’s revelations about his transformation since the chaos of New York had woven a captivating narrative, his words carrying the weight of reflection and change. In the depths of his emerald-green eyes, she saw traces of a past laden with hurt and mischief, a tumultuous history teeming with complexities the god himself was attempting to unravel as they sat.

“Change is a curious thing,” Melara remarked, her voice threaded with understanding and an insatiable curiosity for the mysterious god seated across from her. “Many claim to embrace it, but few truly do.” Her words hung in the air, a contemplative pause in the midst of their vibrant exchange.

She observed the subtle changes in Loki’s demeanor – the nuances in his voice, the fraction of vulnerability peeking through his charismatic façade. There was a momentary glimpse of acknowledgment in his gaze, a silent understanding. It was as though they were sharing fragments of their past selves without explicitly uttering a word. Together they were navigating the labyrinth of change as they sat across from each other in the dimly lit tavern, conversation deeper than most strangers would ever share.

“Indeed,” Loki replied, his past experiences coloring his voice with wisdom forged through countless trials and the passage of years he had not even begun to fathom. “Our experiences can reshape us in unforeseen ways.”

Their conversation flowed like a river meandering through uncharted lands, each exchange adding layers of complexity to their connection as they sat, the indistinct background chatter melting away as they spoke. With each shared word and exchanged glance, the boundary between intrigue and caution blurred – a tantalizing edge teetering on the brink of unspoken truths and the allure of the unknown.

As the hours slipped away into the embrace of the night, Melara sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere of their interaction. The magnetic pull of Loki’s charisma intertwined with the intoxicating atmosphere – or perhaps that of the drinks she had consumed lost in Loki’s stories – wove a spell that beckoned to the depths of her soul.

Yet, amidst the alluring mystique of the moment, a quiet unease nestled in the recesses of Melara’s thoughts – a reminder of vulnerability that lay beneath the surface of enchantment. It was the duality of fascination and caution that whispered the danger in her ear, urging her to tread lightly in the captivating presence of the god of mischief himself.

Sensing the subtle shift in the air, Melara made a decision wrapped in a smile tinged with finality. As Loki spoke, with a graceful excuse and a gaze reflecting the desire for one more moment hearing his voice, Melara stood, collected her belongings – which included the shoes she had removed earlier – and departed quickly. Loki watched her, astonished, as the woman ran out of the tavern, leaving the promise of an unfinished tale that lingered in the tavern’s hushed whispers.

Though he could have let the night end there, and he might even have used magic to follow her, Loki instead stood to run after Melara. He exited onto the street, and she was nowhere to be found. Just as quickly as this woman had entered his existence, so too had she vanished without a trace. For a human, she certainly had cast a spell on him so effortlessly and then just as easily eluded him, besting him before he had even known that a game was afoot.

Loki looked up at the night sky, letting out a silent plea to find this Melara again, if only for one moment. He closed his eyes with a heavy sigh, reopening them to find that he was back on the throne at the end of time. No longer seeing through the eyes of his makeshift avatar, he was already longing for the presence of someone he had just barely met. He knew this feeling and it ate at him.

Isolating the strand of time that he had just returned from, he glanced at the branches running through his fingers. He noted that the strand glowed much brighter than the others surrounding it. Playing with the strand as it danced through his fingers, Loki noted how it was stronger and thicker than the other timelines. Should anyone have the strength to find themselves here, fighting to destroy the realities he protected, this one would surely take much more strength than others to break off. That fact caused the curiosity within him to surge. There had to be a way to find her again.

But first, he had to rebuild his strength. It had taken so much power within him to cast a projection of himself that could interact with Melara’s timeline all while his corporeal body continued to wield the strands of time and keep them alive, the task he had taken on for which he had sacrificed so much. Now this human with the power to summon him with a song threatened to upend his very existence. She was even wearing his colors when they had met, quite the cosmic coincidence. She was just as her shirt said, a beautiful disaster.

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#loki masterlist #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki marvel #loki #loki series

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cyndalyssa · 2 months ago

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Okey-dokes, we now have the shapeshifting tomboy of the team, Katie.

Bio under the cut.

Katelyn "Katie" (Munkston) Merrimouser is a spunky and tomboyish 8-year-old chipmunk who is keen on sports. Whatever the season and whatever the sport, she wants a part of the action! There are two main rules on her, though; first, she has to stick to one sport per season (Willow Ball (soccer with a willow ball) in the fall, basketball in the winter, and softball in the spring). And second, she cannot use her powers during a game, she needs to rely on her normal chipmunk form when competing against other children.

Luckily, she can easily avoid shapeshifting when playing in her youth leagues; however, when just goofing off at home or with friends, she'll shift into another form to making bopping a ball around a little more interesting. Her forms range from various animals to various objects, and she could use any form depending on the situation. She'll morph through several forms during a fight--though often it's because she's indecisive about what would work against the villain. Among her favorites is her bird form, as it enables her to fly, and much like Apple, she enjoys flying (heck, the two like to fly together and play games in the sky).

She hates turning into vehicles, though--she lost her birth family in a car accident that she only survived thanks to turning into a fly, and it took her a while to get in a car again. Sometimes she wonders why she was the lucky one who was born with powers while the rest of her bio family wasn't and couldn't escape that dreadful wreck.

Another power which tends to surprise people is her healing factor--hence why she typically walks away from a fight with little injury despite half the time turning into a blunt object to give and take hard hits. She can also heal other people, so her teammates (both in the Squad or her various sports teams) get the same benefit.

This healing factor does come with a fair bit of cockiness on her part, though, and sometimes a little lack of empathy. Mix that into sports where she can get competitive, and at times she would end up playing rough and hurting the other kid. She's quick to heal if there's a broken bone, but a skinned knee or a bruise is small potatoes that she'll scoff at. Often this gets her in trouble, and she has to be reminded by both Mom and Coach that other kids don't fight monsters or supervillains, so they're not as tough as she is, so cut them some slack!

Still, her energy is often appreciated when she's out giving a pep talk to someone else and helping them through a tough task (i.e. helping Apple with flying, helping Destiny talk more, etc.), being their biggest cheerleader. She's typically hanging out with the boys of the Squad--playing video games, pulling pranks, and more--but she thinks Bita's cool, is trying to be a good big sister to Destiny (despite not caring for girly things), and is close with Lucia, with the two often playing outside together. She's just a girl who likes to have fun.

She does have one major pet peeve--people keep confusing her for a boy.

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Katie was originally created by my sister, @knighta3, though she's been doing her own creative things and I have custody of Katie these days. She originally was a dwarf hamster with the power of mimicry and the hero name of "Copy Katie", but A) hamster oversaturation, so she was turned into a chipmunk for more variety, and B) giving her the power to copy others' powers struck me as a little OP, so sis and I agreed to change her powers. Not entirely sure what her personality was then, though I guess she was always a tomboy.

#super rodent squad #katie #chipmunk #shapeshifting #shapeshifter #oc #original character #lyssa draws

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mareenavee · 1 year ago

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WIP Whenever!

It's still Wednesday and so that means I've totally got this. Tagged by the amazing @thequeenofthewinter, @kookaburra1701 and @ladytanithia!

Tagging the incomparable @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @polypolymorph, @rainpebble3, @tallmatcha, @gilgamish, @elfinismsarts, @wildhexe, @inquisition-dragonborn, @archangelsunited, @dirty-bosmer, @expended-sleeper, @saltymaplesyrup, @orfeoarte, @snippetsrus, @rhiannon1199

This week on Katie's Slow Progress on Chapter 29 of World, we have Teldryn once again being Soggy With Emotions (tm) and distracting himself by observing some silt striders. Fair warning this one is some 1,500 words give or take? Did I mention I have Absolutely No Chill? Because if I didn't, now you know. (:

“Sure,” Teldryn answered. He laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as hollow as he felt. If he’d be able to manage, they could, anyway. Shit. There wasn’t time or space for these musings. His heart was escaping, space made in his ribs for the vines of some invasive plant or another, always twisting and weaving between bone and sinew. He hated this feeling, worse when it was unbidden. Worse still when he’d specifically tried to ignore it. Worse when he’d tried to shove the notion out of his empty head. He knew this wouldn’t work. Nothing ever did for him, not like this. He had no room to even think the word; how could he speak it now, what with strange flora blossoming in his throat?

This would pass. It would have to.

Okay. He’d play her game. For a half a second, he wished he’d never approached her back in the Netch, if only to spare himself some hurt. The lie sliced sharp against his memory like the edge of a knife. Or a double-edged sword, really. He sighed. It felt like an age ago already. Like it or not, the past couldn’t be changed. Wishing did nothing. Regretting did nothing. He knew this. The gold thread flashed behind his eyes. The echo filled his ears. Inevitable. There was nothing else for it.

Once they’d been able to settle, Teldryn sat across from Nyenna on a couple empty crates loaded back onto the silt strider. She crossed one leg over the other, and kept her hands tucked under her arms. It was cold up here. They were in that part of winter that felt like the season would never end. The weeks had stretched out, thin at the center, ready to snap. Time meant nothing here in these wastes, at least to his eye, having been here for decades — and yet he could see the worry Nyenna carried in her shoulders. She’d not wanted to stay here this long, especially after convincing herself she was capable. Not that the world wasn’t heavy on her shoulders — she’d just said as much. This was different. A fracture of sorts. He watched as she spun her ring under her gauntlet and stared off across the ashes toward a spot on the horizon that might have been home for her, once.

His eyes snapped to Red Mountain, and the ghosts of his earlier nightmares crept up his spine. Maybe it would be best to stay in Skyrim for a bit. He’d not left the island much lately. And it was time. Though staying with Nyenna was going to be interesting… He hated to admit how she affected him, or how quickly. It was stupid, as he’d been telling himself. She was currently sitting before him and planning her return home — to her life, her husband… Her destiny.

Destiny. What a crock. He scrubbed his hands over his face and moved to put his helmet back on. It was still cracked from his getting swept up in that Shout of hers. How cruel of her Gods, really, to put that much power in such a small person. He glanced sideways at Red Mountain again as he settled his scarf better around his face. The faint warp of his chitin lenses brought him a strange sense of comfort. He’d rarely spent as much time as he had lately without it to hide behind. Funny how part of him felt fine with that. He could trust her. How long had it been since he’d been able to trust someone new like this?

Nyenna was staring off into the distance, expression difficult to read under the mask and with the scarf in the way. The wind caught her curls again and he found himself staring out of the corner of his eye. He’d truly seen her before, though, on the docks waiting for the silt strider — her sharp features lit by the sunrise, the doubt which resolved into some kind of determination. She looked important, standing against the dawn. Strong. Gorgeous. He wanted to say. Every time, he wanted to say so. But… He couldn’t risk more than they’d already risked. He already felt the ache of the words in his chest. To make them real would break the rules. And your heart. S’wit. That was just the way of things.

He couldn’t look away from her, regardless of the addling it was doing to his brain. She still hadn’t shifted her gaze from the horizon. That, and her posture remained closed off to him. It’s gonna stay that way. He scoffed and readjusted on the crate. It has to.

They traveled without having had much of a conversation, which was honestly for the best. Words were failing Teldryn in the worst way at the moment. He focused instead on the scenery as it melted with the speed of the silt strider’s graceful sprint. Last time, she didn’t get to enjoy the trip. She’d been furious…at him. Of course, at him. Then, they’d instead been dropped at the Bulwark docks rather than here at the outpost and the scathecraw forest, which was, admittedly, a bit out of the way. They weren’t terribly far from town, just a few miles, but there was an ash storm brewing; he’d noticed the hints of it on the horizon as they’d approached. Storms seemed apt, given the tempest he was carrying at the moment. There’d been so much he’d have preferred to say, but he couldn’t bear to have the words escape. It seemed foolish, the more he thought about it. What would she do? Dismiss him from service? Would that be the worst thing, compared to the twisting vine of ‘what if’ and ‘if only’ living in his ribs? Yes it would, you fool. The damned echo sounded in his ears again as his attention drifted to it, a constant reminder of why.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to the outpost. It was surrounded on all sides by caves carved by magic to exact specifications silt strider breeders recommended and heated within to mimic the temperatures on Vvardenfell. From Raven Rock — or most other angles, really — it looked like just another mountain, leading up into the cold of the northern half of the island, but looking down from there? It was a sea of red surrounding a village of sorts. Talvas was saddled with the responsibility of accounting for its daily goings on, technically, but where he found the time, Teldryn would never know. Outsourcing, clearly.

There were mages here using similar spells as what grew Tel Mithryn to force scathecraw to grow as large as trees. It was striking, but the downside was, it attracted spriggans like nobody’s business. Wild silt striders, too, cute little things, though mildly annoying to the breeders. Such was the way of things, considering they were technically invasive species on Solstheim. Neloth had long ago commissioned warehouses here as well as plenty of pens where silt striders lived in luxury — the very best he could afford, of course. There were two very large trade transport silt striders in service now, treated better than the Emperor himself. The rest were small by comparison, like the passenger caravans had been before the Red Year. Neloth was precious about them, though. That he’d allowed Nyenna the luxury twice now certainly said a lot.

He sighed and reached out for Nyenna’s hand to steady her as she descended the stone ramp the enormous bug had settled next to. She paused, hand still in his, as its tamer approached the insect and made soothing clicking noises, casting a spell over its carapace — Calm. Immediately, the booming keen quieted to the normal noise levels. Nyenna let out a tiny chuckle.

“I had no idea that’s how they kept them so docile,” she said, unable to tear her gaze away from the beasts. In the background, more tamers were working with weak-shelled pale yellow hatchlings that teetered around on unsteady legs. Even these were taller than the average Dunmer.

“They’ve been bred to be far, far taller and much more docile,” Teldryn said, voice muffled by the silt striders’ overlapping calls. Nyenna nodded, noticing the juvenile insects, which noticed her right back with their myriad glittering eyes. They chittered excitedly, only for their tamers to lunge, spells in hands to stop them from running off. Teldryn laughed, relieved the tension melted from him with this tiny moment of joy. “Even the wild type ones will come up to a person for a handful of scathecraw. They’re very friendly.”

“I can see this!” Nyenna giggled. One of the young bugs did indeed escape their training session and towered over Nyenna now, feathery feelers reaching out for her armor, cloak, and hair.

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relentless-endurance · 5 months ago

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i had a vision

#d2 #destiny 2 #the crow #the young wolf #glint #Fenn #katie plays destiny

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denimbex1986 · 2 months ago

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Cast: Andrew Garfield, Cynthia Erivo, Andrew Scott, Tom Hardy, Chukwudi Iwuji, Romesh Ranganathan, Natasia Demetriou, Francesca Mills, Alex Lawther, Katie Leung

About this play: Starring Andrew Garfield as Winston, Cynthia Erivo as Julia, Andrew Scott as the alluring, mysterious O’Brien, and featuring Tom Hardy as Big Brother, Audible presents a new dramatization of George Orwell’s classic tale. An immersive listening experience like none you’ve heard before, at a time when it has all never felt more chillingly relevant.

Featuring a haunting original score composed by Muse’s lead singer and songwriter Matthew Bellamy and Ilan Eshkeri, recorded by the London Metropolitan Orchestra at Abbey Road Studios, the production is directed by BAFTA Award winner Destiny Ekaragha, produced in Dolby Atmos by Granny Eats Wolf, and dramatised by Olivier Award nominated writer Joe White.

Listeners are saying: “I’ve read the book, I’ve seen the movie, I’ve listened to the Simon Prebble audiobook. Nothing comes close to this production. It was 3 1/2 hours of total immersion. I can’t count the times I sat here saying Oh. My. God, Andrews Garfield and Scott are amazing. I am blown away by this.”...'

#1984 #George Orwell #Audible #Andrew Garfield #Andrew Scott #Matthew Bellamy #Ilan Eshkeri #Destiny Ekaragha #Joe White #Tom Hardy #Cynthia Erivo #O'Brien #Big Brother #Winston Smith #Julia

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eve-nightengale · 5 months ago

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I'm live on Twitch, come hang out! https://www.twitch.tv/eve_plays_games?sr=a

Do you wanna watch a broke trans woman play a gacha game? Then come join me today as the first descendant is finally out foe real and I'm returning to its horrible story and excellent game play.

If that's not your speed let me ask you this, have you ever wondered what it looks like when an intensely competitive fps gamer plays Disney dream light valley? Or what it looks like when an animal crossing obsessed person plays destiny 2 for the first time? If this more your speed swing by tomorrow at 10pm est as katie and I play the games that the other is currently obsessed with!

#the first descendant #twitch streamer #twitch

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the-king-and-the-druidess · 5 months ago

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Sooo tell me about shipping Morgana/Mordred 👀

Where should I start, Anon? It's going to be a long post, sorry 🍀

First, even though the ao3 and tumblr tags are currently occupied by me (oops) this ship was already there when the show was on air. Fandom-founding fics, A Scandalous Friendship by shiny_starlight and The Witch's Quickening by ymaoh date back to 2010 and 2012 respectively. In the early days, there were Morgana/Mordred works on Livejournal; when the trailers for S5 were released, some fans on LJ were making theories that an adult Mordred was going to be Morgana's partner if you know what I mean (It made sense, didn't it?)

I started shipping (being creative about them) Morgana and Mordred between 2021 and 2022 when I returned to the Merlin fandom after a decade of absence, but even when I was watching the show for the first time, I felt some kind of subtext and tension between them. (I criticize their S5 arcs but that's another matter). Mordana or Mormor remain my second main otp along with Armor(Morgana/Arthur) and this weird angsty rarepair has a strangely strong hold on me :}

I see that Arthur is like Morgana's past, he is what's painfully left behind, represents everything she stands against; whereas Mordred is the future where the Old Religion reigns again, her own version of the golden age, magic with a capital "M", (what Merlin might have been if he wasn't a coward), he is what Morgana met when she realised that she was magical and found again in the darkest moments of her life. Despite the fact that Mordred betrayed her (oh, this angst!) for Morgana he remains a glimpse of light to her darkness, and the only human being she is still able to love. There was a comment by Katie McGrath somewhere that Mordred was the only one Morgana considered her equal. If the redemption and the golden age arcs happened, I believe they would have played a significant role in healing each other (Mordred needed healing too).

I am so fascinated that Morgana forgave him for his betrayals, something she refused to give Merlin, Arthur, Gwen and her Father; and that they felt a bond at first sight(The contrast between the bond of true love and what the life has made of it). The Dragon, prophesying, put their joint destiny on the same scale level as the destiny of Merlin and Arthur (where are my Merthur vs Mordana fics?) Like Arthur and Merlin, they were predicted to become great together.

Mordred was so agonizingly conflicted about who to choose, Arthur or Morgana, and although he loved more the Morgana from the past whose spirit could be seen in her when she was with him only, in the end he realised that it has always been her, that she was right. After he has betrayed and sold everything and everyone, she was the only constant thing. Plus, since Kara as a character is basically a younger Morgana, he definitely has a type for a rebel woman that tears his heart in two :} (Morgana Le Fay is known as the most beautiful and enchanting woman of the legends, should I explain more a case of attraction between a young man with a bitter past and a brokenhearted mature woman like her? Should I explain the magnetism of darkness?)

For Morgana Mordred is a return to "the love she once had" (Mordred's best lines were uttered about Morgana), for Mordred she is a return to his druidic roots, to his magical heart, to the dreams and longing he had about her after they had been separated so cruelly. They both craved for love and peace deep down but were deprived of it and hurt by other people and each other.

Usually, I ship them in S5 with a ten-year age gap; in their evil self; I headcanon Mordred as 20-22yo and Morgana as 30-32. But I also wrote (and will write more, I hope) an AU where they were the same age and good and Mordred was already adult in S2; I tried to reconstruct his old none traumatised self in an adult form. (There's also a possibility of a forbidden love AU between a knight with a dark past and a magical princess who had seen him killing in her prophetic visions. I actually have many Mormor AU ideas, including Arthurian ones; strange for the characters that have so little screen time together)

Their tropes: lovehate and enemies-to-lovers, of course

who did this to you

I hate everyone but you

villain x hero (it seems even more delicious when it's an evil woman/good man or evil woman/good woman, not a traditional evil man/good woman. I find that Mordana is built quite similar to how a traditional villain/heroine could have been built, like she chooses him exclusively and wants him to be by her side and shares her secrets and plans whereas he is working for the opposite side.)

soulmates (they were destined to be)

unrequited love, one-sided attraction, bitter exes, I love you but I cannot watch how you are going mad (I like angst)

he will always return to her, meeting again

break up and make up

us against the world

the best friend of her brother

reluctant closeness, reluctant allies

I can fix him/her

femdom, touch starved, hate sex, reunion sex, first time, is age gap a trope?

Morgana and Mordred's aesthetic is a top tier for me. Triskelions, dark woods, abandoned castles, blood and fire, dusk and sunset, harshness of winter and gentleness of spring. A witch and a forsaken knight, a seer and a druid, a villainess and a traitor, they can stab each other and then kiss as if nothing has happened, a dark queen and a traitor who wanted to use her but then fell in love, the outcasts, depressed introvert x depressed introvert. Isn't the villainous darkhaired violent duo in black cloaks with revolutionary and vengeance agenda, with ancient crystals and magical swords beautiful? They are the embodiment of the Old Ways. I am also fond of Mordana and Aithusa background interactions.

Their dynamic is and could have been so complex and interesting for me; if the reboot ever happens, I want them to make Mordana at least semi canon, adult Mordred in S1 and/or him being really bad and working with Morgana.

#mordred x morgana #mordana #united in darkness #mormor #otp: love and compassion we once had #otp: on the wrong side of history

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