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[rontra]

Control Edits...TWO!!!!

wowie zowie lone trail november 7th incoming fast & reminded me of Her... so i re-made this post and this post from scratch (no template for the operator screen this time...💀) and then some more. just for fun and autism playtime. the UI changed i have to update my Control edit to match....!!!!

SHE HAS SKILL ICONS THIS TIME YAYYY obvs everything here is based on my AU comic which diverges from canon before dorothy's vision can even happen. SPEAKING OF DOROTHY... AdAstra kirsten's made-up files used "resonator" first 😔 /j but i'm too lazy to change it. let's forget her...

the numbers and stats are completely arbitrary don't pay them any mind. i miss my dog i hope she blows up

+ bonus

[ja-khajay]

late to the drama bus but i think the reason people find modern bethesda's designs of morrowind characters bad is not because the art itself is bad, or the design itself is bad, because those things are subjective, but rather that they clash with what people expect from morrowind - they don't match the art direction of the original game.

morrowind was a game that was made over twenty years ago with a smaller studio. the expectations were different and the trends were different. morrowind's art designs were also intended to be weird, and not in a marketable way. this is not the case for PR images, as social media posts are designed to be as appealing as possible. you cannot market a game well nowadays using the sort of designs you'd see in morrowind's concept art, especially not for a big studio.

but morrowind is iconic and fans of the game want those weird ugly vibes, because it's what they associate the game with. a company coming up with art that diverges from its source material is seen as bad in a way that's not for fanartists. does that mean fans are hypocritical? i don't think so. the major discussion to be had here if you ask me is less why the design is bad or not but more in the greater context, how the art direction has been evolving for the elder scrolls series, what has influenced these games, how it's changed and what it might say for tes6

[hehicular-hanslaughter-lecter]

EVERYONE STOP.

So. The symbolism for the Quartet at the Ballet makes little-to-no sense, right? WHY is Gleb Rothbart? He has nothing to do with anything about him!!!! Why is Dmitry Siegfried??? Right, because he's in love with Anya, who is the white swan Odette. We're not gonna mention Odile at any point except for her iconic 32 fouettes for reasons (probably because they look cool). Don't ask us any questions about the Dowager Empress we don't know how she fits into this either.

This post by my mutual @vampyrekatwrites details a much more fitting take on the Swan Lake symbolism: that Gleb should be Siegfried, Anya is Odile, and Dmitry is Rothbart, mentioning in the tags that perhaps Maria could be the Queen. I ADORE this concept. For one, it gives Maria an actual place alongside the other members of the Quartet (because this is a quartet, not a trio) and just..........makes actual sense? Rothbart is a magician. He deceives the Queen, presenting a false swan. Siegfried almost shoots the white swan, the woman he loves. And the very nature of Anya being Anastasia (and the very real possibility that she might not be, though the coincidences are a bit too coincidental and the intention of the writers was for her to be Anastasia) fits perfectly with the inclusion Odile, and the dichotomy of Odette vs Odile.

Taking this to the end of the ballet, the traditional tragic end fits perfectly as well. Odette dies, Odile lives, and Rothbart wins. Siegfried is left alone, and perhaps, dies as well. The Queen mourns her losses. Odile and Rothbart escape into the night, never to be seen again.

Like????????? COME ON the ballet had so much potential!!!!! Don't even get me started on costuming and how that could have been used! Anya, dressed in all-black rather than a white shirt and black skirt underneath her coat. Gleb wears his green uniform, the same as Siegfried. Dmitry's scarf becomes a deep purple, the accenting color of Rothbart's dark feathers. Maria's colors are less certain, as each production has their own take for the Queen, but perhaps here she matches Siegfried's green, but in a deep emerald, with white and gold. Maria wears this emerald in the opening prologue rather than purple, and throughout the rest of the show these colors peek out from underneath her mourning blacks, until she returns to green once again after her reunion with Anya.

Once in Paris, perhaps Dmitry's suit is similar to his movie counterpart in Paris Holds the Key, but a pale lilac rather than pink. Anya diverges from this color symbolism to instead wear a pale blue (blue is the color of Anastasia, from her bow to the opera dress, and here she is getting closer, but not quite there yet.) I'm kicking Vlad out of his green suit for reasons and making him wear something akin to his movie suit ala Dmitry. Both Dmitry and Anya trade in their white sleep-clothes for black. At the opera, Dmitry and Gleb wear traditional tuxedos, and (this is for you Kat) depending on which idea you like better, fake or real, Anya either wears a black gown at the opera and a more casual white dress at the reunion right after (she's Anastasia), or she wears white at the opera and black at the reunion (she's not).

For the finale, Anya's dress isn't red, but deep blue, like her original dress for the opera (interpret this threat as being evidence of her true identity, or as her fully embracing the lie, as you wish). Gleb has on a green suit, like Vlad's, which is why I kicked him out of it. Odile or Odette, he cannot kill either of them, and when Anya runs off to meet Dmitry, he still wears the purple scarf.

Or something. Idk. I like colors

[iinsomnium-art]

#IINSOMNIUM  a  selective  &  mutuals  only  BILL    CIPHER  from  the  series  GRAVITY FALLS   as  written  by  ren,  he  /  him,  29,  gmt  -7, sporadic  activity.   read  rules  &  DASH  ONLY.  mature  themes    may  be    present  and  studied,  mentions  of  gore  &  body  horror.  minors  dni.  this  is  a  canon  divergent  portrayal  of  bill,    ruling  on  own  headcanons.

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I. my activity is going to be medium to low for as i am busy working ridiculous hours outside of tumblr. please keep in mind my time zone is [ GMT-8 ]. my free days will change but as of now im free Wednesdays and Sundays. and just because im free it doesnt guarantee a immediate reply to threads. or there are times im not mentally there to write for my muse. please give me time. if you lose interest let me know so i wont reply or if you want to start a new thread. feel free to send any prompts from ask memes i reblog at any time. asks are okay to make into threads. multiple threads im okay with as well.

II. i normally write paragraphs - often times more. i don't expect my partners to match me. please write in how youre most comfotable with. just dont half ass it. i also format my posts with small font, colors, and icons. i don't expect that to be matched either. im just dramatic.

III. pairings - i absolutely love it. the possible character development, chemistry and compatibility. i am open to pairings whether its with ocs or canon characters. -though would love to talk it through with muns to see if muses have chemistry. crackships and rarepairs are included. ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

IV. NSFW \\ dark themes will be present on this blog and tagged accordingly using assigned trigger tags. please let me know if i didnt tag. im very smooth brain . but due to such content if you are under the age of 18, do not fucking follow me. im blocking on sight.

[y2klostandfound]

Bust-A-Move 2 (aka Bust-A-Groove 2) on Dengeki Playstation magazine Issue 101 (Japan)(26/03/1999)

Scanned by kitsunebi

Translation in English:

Bust-A-Move 2 Dance Tengoku MIX

The second installment of the popular dance game is finally here! Show off your dance technique in a cooler, more spectacular way! This time's "Bust ~" is not going to be a muscle!

4/15

-ENIX -5,800 Yen -MC (1 block)

More and more

Funky and power up! This guy is the new dance heaven!

The sequel to the dance action game, in which unique characters engage in exciting dance battles, is finally here. The basic system remains the same, but is packed with new elements such as the "Luck Only" system that makes players more passionate! In addition to many new characters, the characters from the previous game also appear with improved costumes and dance moves. Check it out before it goes on sale.

-The entire screen is inevitably more dynamic and fiery than the previous game!

-The character select screen is displayed with pop illustrations and icons!

And the jammer Power UP!!

-The jammer that interferes with the opponent's dance is also powered up.

Finally, the big reveal!

CHECK 3 new elements! !

New Face - Tsutomu

He is an 11-year-old fifth grader with a father who is a professional baseball player and a mother who is a goverment official. His specialty is Latin house dancing.

Part 1 Hiro's groovy dance! - "Combination Dance"!

In the previous game, if you get a high score and clear the stage,"FEVER TIME!" will occur after the dance battle ends under certain conditions. There was a show where the character who won the battle danced solo. This time, if both characters in a 2-player match can perform "FEVER TIME!", a "combination dance" will begin in which the two perform a grooving fever dance!

-If you keep dancing COOL and win well…. -You start "FEVER TIME!" as the star of the show!

If we both look good together.

It's even more amazing!

New Face - Bi-O

GAS-O's father who appeared in the previous game. He (Bi-O) was turned into a zombie after being poisoned by his father during a quarrel. The Zombie-like dance is very cool!

Part 2 Shorty's cool and combo - The "Luck Only System"

This time, the "Luck Only System" has been newly added. Three rows of three blocks (blue, red, and green) in the lower center of the screen represent slots, and you can arrange any three blocks in the first, second, and third rows. The stage's special gimmick will start moving! Each block has green "COOL!" (6 combos) and red "CHILLIN! (7 combos)", blue indicates "FREEZE!" (8 combo), and if you decide on a specified combo, the blocks will pile up.

-Not only do you get a bonus for matching blocks, but a special gimmick will appear.

Part 3 Strike's timing life! - "Perfect System"

Command branching?

The dance changes when you press the decide button. Master the right timing to dance more advanced and cool.

STAGE branching?!

Depending on the victory (score difference with the opponent) when clearing the stage, the stage ahead will diverge one after another! If you go with the best branching …

Go to Next Stage!

[carmendeiact2whenplz]

CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY VENTI’S BURST ICON IS THE WAY IT IS

Out of all the 70+ characters in genshin, Venti’s burst is the *only* icon out of everything we’ve seen in the game where the icon does not line up whatsoever with the burst itself.

Venti’s skill and normal attack icon matches up just fine with what the attack actually does, meanwhile the burst icon looks somewhat like the old crosshair icon- said icon does not show up in the burst in any way shape or form.

Interestingly enough, a very minuscule version of the icon does show up in the Skyward Blade (and depending on your copium levels the emblem thing on the back of Venti’s cape, and the clock icon in the paimon menu).

This symbol clearly has significant meaning, but out of all the mysterious and lore-important characters, why is Venti the only one with a burst icon that diverges from what the burst actually does? Is it intentional for lore reasons, or did Hoyoverse accidentally screw something up at some point? (I’m pretty sure Venti is currently the only character with only two burst voicelines, though I may or may not have heard “rhythm take you” in a demo video or smth)

[awaylaughing]

Glance, motion, and formal for Pippa? :D

Thank you! For Pippa, my lovely 7KPP Corval Lady. This got long, because Pippa and clothing is a Thing haha.

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC’s appearance? What’s their distinguishing feature?

In order, it's; Hair, short, very smiley.

The hair is down to a combination of factors, the main one being the style in Corval at the moment is long, loose hair across the genders. Pippa has a lot of hair as a result, and it's very curly and a bright strawberry blonde that invariably draws attention. Even when it is up, as a deference to practical factors or because she just feels like having a fancy updo today, her hair is vibrant enough and a unique enough colour and texture to be noticed.

The shortness speaks for itself, Pippa is under five feet tall, but is brightly coloured so she's hard to miss which just makes the fact she's all the way down there all the more obvious (Pippa talking to Lyon is always hilarious from the outside perspective).

Lastly, very smiley. Lady Pippa is a very nice girl, most people will agree. She's beautiful with a beautiful smile but the more attentive will notice it's basically always there. This is not entirely a mask, Pippa is a fairly happy individual who's natural inclination is to smile in most situations. But Pippa also wears her charming nature and natural beauty like an armour, people do not inherently take a small, very feminine, very charming and beautiful woman seriously. This is annoying, but it's also useful.

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

There's a surprising economy of motion to Pippa. She's not much of a hands talker in the traditional sense, but she always has a fan on her and she gestures with it quite often. She's purposeful about it, and she's very purposeful in other motion to. She's not effortlessly gliding around, but she's not remotely clumsy and she is quite coordinated, so it's very rare to see her stumble. In general, she's good at giving the impression of being in motion without actually expending much energy. Another part of her "don't mind me I'm just a human parakeet" camouflage. formal: What’s your OC’s formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

Modern fashions in the Inner Court rather demand one be, if not fashionable, at least armed with quite a lot of clothing. The general rules means that even when she's being casual, Pippa looks fairly formal or at least polished next to many people's definition. As it stands however, Pippa's very sartorially inclined and not remotely embarrassed by this fact.

Currently, the fashion for noble women happens to align with the more common fashions in day wear. A blouse and a skirt, and a shawl, are all part of the fashion. Arlish influence from Princess Constance is where they diverge and means the skirt and shawl are fabulously complicated at the moment, as the skirt is split so you must have beautiful petticoats, a beautiful skirt and a shawl that goes with both. And a maid who can make sure all three are visible at once. In a pinch, at least until Sayra and Ria really master the draping (I'm sure they're no slouches on day one) Pippa can do her own draping. The skirts are quite full, but Wellin has introduced the world to the cage Crinolin and in Corval, it's very new but Pippa is both a proper fashionista and a fan of not having to wear mountains of fabric if she doesn't have to.

Her evening wear is more likely to be a single dress back in Corval, but at the Summit having pieces she can mix-and-match maximizes her ability to not rewear items so she might have opted to continue with her day wear model. In Corval, you can kind of do either but the Inner Court favours a full dress because Princess Constance favours a full dress, as does the Empress but she is admittedly not a fashion icon these days. At night too, the shawl is less utilized but Pippa's mother comes from a culture that uses the shawl very heavily in their fashion, so you never see Pippa without one, though the limits of packing mean she could only bring so many heavily embroidered, 2 meter long bolts of fabric with her haha.

Heavy makeup isn't really in fashion in Corval, other than the use of kohl which is older than the nation, and Pippa doesn't like to have a lot of things on her face honestly. Jewellery on the other hand very much is important, Pippa's not quite wealthy enough she can absolutely drape herself in jewels but her mother's dowry was saffron fields so, she does alright.

Shoes are her one sticking point, Pippa's not a huge fan of shoes so she doesn't have much of a collection, but she has enough she'll never let her outfits down.

[rubctosis]

                                 Independant    &   semi   - selective.    canon   divergent.    𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑    𝐃.    𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐋𝐀𝐖 ♡   from    Eiichiro    Oda's    𝙊𝙉𝙀    𝙋𝙄𝙀𝘾𝙀.    Loved    by    ℛℯ𝓃    (    he/him , 29    ).    Blog    will    contain    dark ��  themes,          mentions    of    gore    and    nsfw .  Medium  to  low  activity. 

𝐀    𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘    𝐈𝐍    :  survivors guilt,       death,      Revenge      , a   mind   hardened   by   tragedy        &       trauma,      suppressed         emotions,      slow         healing,    (  even   if   reluctantly  )  ,   cunning,     sarcastic,     𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄   and   unpredictable   -     detached   exterior   -   of   a   reserved   ;   insomniac   

I.   CARRD.      II.   HEADCANONS.      III.   PROMPTS.      IV. PROMO     V. STARTER

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𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ♡ :   ofhope            :           particlecreator            :           kaizokugaris      :     sillygum            :           cmdrace            :           heavens-sin           : OnePiecc               :         devilofthecresentisle            :          

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋: Bill Cipher

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I. my activity is going to be medium to low for as i am busy working ridiculous hours outside of tumblr. please keep in mind my time zone is [ GMT-8 ]. my free days will change but as of now im free Wednesdays and Sundays. and just because im free it doesnt guarantee a immediate reply to threads. or there are times im not mentally there to write for my muse. please give me time. if you lose interest let me know so i wont reply or if you want to start a new thread. feel free to send any prompts from ask memes i reblog at any time. asks are okay to make into threads. multiple threads im okay with as well.

II. i normally write paragraphs - often times more. i don't expect my partners to match me. please write in how youre most comfotable with. just dont half ass it. i also format my posts with small font, colors, and icons. i don't expect that to be matched either. im just dramatic.

III. pairings - i absolutely love it. the possible character development, chemistry and compatibility. i am open to pairings whether its with ocs or canon characters. -though would love to talk it through with muns to see if muses have chemistry. crackships and rarepairs are included.

want to see if our muses are compatible? - send a dm my way and we can talk it out :>

IV. NSFW \\ dark themes will be present on this blog and tagged accordingly using assigned trigger tags. please let me know if i didnt tag. im very smooth brain . but due to such content if you are under the age of 18, do not fucking follow me. im blocking on sight.

[ro--lal]

★ ROLAL ICONS INFO! ★

-> hi everyone!! im mod roxy, but just roxys okay. i make icons for kins, fictives, etc. i use any and all pronouns, and i am a gender apathetic bisexual myself >:D

-> requests are... CLOSED!

-> ill make pride, plain, matching, circle, square, and almost anything im requested to! i will do panel edit icons of characters for icons if asked. you may submit edits to be put on the icon, or i can make them myself if given a description! i will also do fankid/fantroll/bloodswap/kidswap/wtv icons as long as details are provided.

-> DNI/rules/queue under the cut!!

anon appreciation ^^

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this blogs DNI is...

-> general DNI criteria

-> non-traumagenic systems/supporters

-> you believe that june and john egbert cant coexist

this blogs rules are...

-> no troll requests!

ill do silly flags or small jokes, but i wont do any obvious trolling

-> no requests for outside sources

i only do homestuck and homestuck-related requests (mspfas, hs2, hiveswap, etc.)

-> i will do canon-divergent identity flags

i will make icons of characters with non-canon sexualities+identities! while these characters aren't real, the people requesting them are

-> to submit a request, you should include character, theme, borders, the type of sprite you want, and any other details! Otherwise, I will fill the rest in myself. Borders will automatically be white, but please specify if you want it to match any platforms colors! Themes include a color you want, plain/picture, etc.

blacklist includes...

-> any ship icons that include incestuous ships or age-gap/pedophilic ships

-> thats fr it just dont be a freak

queue as of 9/16...

-> kidcore wanshi icons

-> matching rage themed mituna/doom themed cronus

-> foggy nature themed jade icons

-> lesbian dirk icons

-> scenecore tagora icons

-> transmasc miku binder mituna

-> preppy themed karkat

-> playtime with percy themed jade

-> vocaloid themed serpaz

-> cat themed davebreak dave icons

-> fedora john icons

-> challenge icons

thank u for reading!! <3

[dreamingofmuses]

New Year's Resolutions: RP Edition

Howdy all, Ash here. I've been having a think while with family this week, and I've decided I'm going to implement some new 'resolutions' to try and help make writing in 2024 be way more successful than in 2023. This will include things from the running of blogs to jobs I really want to get finished. I'm putting them under a read-more to keep the dash nice and clean.

I will say, this has taken me an hour to write up, and I'd recommend you doing likewise if you think there's little ways you want to improve.

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Overall Running of Blogs

I'm going to experiment a new approach to running the blogs. For this, I'm going to put all active blogs to low-medium activity. In other words, even if I am personally lurking on mobile, I won't be constantly writing things if I'm not able to. (Work is just about to get super busy and I'm anticipating chaos)

A queue/schedule function will be used for all blogs. I intend to dedicate one weekday evening to working without interruption on replies. Taking commutes to the city and family visits into account, this is looking to be a Thursday, which is the only day I am neither travelling to the city nor have a guaranteed family visit. Of course, this may fluctuate, but that's what I'm hoping to work with, assuming those things stay as they are.

However! What all this means is that I am going to tentatively take skullandbowties off hiatus. With that blog being quiet, it should be possible to juggle it better now. Plus, it's officially off-season so the demand for him from new blogs ought to be low. I'm very smart :D

I also plan to update all pinned posts. I am aware some of them are marking a vacation from months ago.

Individual Blog Maintenance

Create "New Here?" posts to add to the pinned posts/info tags. This is going to be a very quick crash course on what to expect from the blog, especially where some characters might diverge from fanon expectations.

FINISH. WILF'S. BIO. It's not actually relevant to anything being written on the blog itself at present, but I really want to flesh out his character and show that he was stuck in stories for years, decades even! The doc has the word count to 4,888 at this precise moment. This is a mix of summary and brainstorm. Since it's getting a 'little' out of hand, I intend to have a 'tldr' at the start that people can read, and then longer versions if they're curious to get the full story. Maybe even have it that they can jump to particular parts but... I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Likewise, Noah's version of Space needs to be finished. This one is going to be a summary, but it's a case of making sure the pieces are in place sufficiently to have parts match canon Space, but also make it clear that there is a lot of differences between canon and what he went through, with his plot entirely spiralling away for 'Part 2'. This is at 5,794 words, and the ending has yet to be ironed out...

(I am going to stop creating needlessly long-winded projects for myself that realistically add nothing of value to my blogs. These two projects are exhausting...)

Theauthorlives is returning to a very small multimuse. Any muses that aren't ones I genuinely enjoy writing are being fully archived, unless they are muses that get no traction but I want to keep the possibility open. Details of that will be shared when I do this.

Redo some muse icons (not all of them!). Though the selection I have for particular sets is a lot, I still feel like I'm missing some expressions or poses. I would like to remake one batch of icons for three characters, and finish iconning a third. Replies seem to be shifting toward iconless, but I like them for asks or IC commentaries.

OOC/Mun Related stuff

Following matters that have happened both online and IRL, I've decided to take a step back from actively engaging with people. My focus will be people that I have been in good communication with for the last twelve months (as well as people I don't talk to frequently but am on friendly terms with) rather than people I feel I have to 'chase' after. Saying that, I'm going to try and not let past experiences meddle with anything in with new writing partners - whether these are brand new to the community or people I've not had the chance to properly interact with prior to this. Just be aware that I might not be super outgoing at first. (This is where setting limits and boundaries is good practice, everyone! Don't sell yourself short, and don't spread yourself out too thinly!)

Which is where I now say I want to send even more asks! Not just memes or sentence starters, but general questions about headcanons or muse opinions. I want to get people thinking more.

My stance on Discord still stands, in that it's solely for OOC stuff, but I'm not giving it out to everyone. However, I have been in two group servers that have little-to-no connection with writing rp threads in them. I would hope that I can fully regain my sense of comfort using Discord as a whole.

Art related

Despite socially stepping back, I still want to keep some semblance of 'community' where my blogs are active so people don't feel isolated. For instance, I want to do something that encourages invasions of ask boxes. That was good fun to watch as the chaos began to spread, and when people are good-humoured to go along with my silly ideas.

I want to have one huge art-related event at some point this year. I'm not entirely what or how to do it, but I think it would be a great excuse to practice something. Portraits, comics, something like that. I'll have a think. (For those who remember, the water gun event was supposed to have an art conclusion but plans for that fell through.)

I want to try and upload drawn responses to heythereneighbor once a week if I can. Obviously, this is depending on how busy it is.

I'd also like to try doodling more on other blogs? But I'm not sure if this is even something people want to see anymore. People might prefer I focus on writing if I have free time instead of doodles or little comics.

... the writing blog. I need to do stuff with that in general. Whoops.

Finally, I want to do what I can to the best of my abilities on a particular day. I've always told people over the years that real life comes before rp, and I still stand by that. Whether I'm around or not every day isn't the end of the world. The communities I write in are a lot slower paced than they were when I started, which is great! I need to remind myself that I don't need to be writing just because I have a bit of free time.

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The Big Bads of Kingdom Hearts (Divergence)

Xehanort - Big Bad of KH0.I (as Master Xehanort/Terra-Xehanort), KH1 (as Ansem & Xemnas), and KH2 (as Xemnas), major villain in CoM (as Ansem), XIII Days (as Xemnas), KH3D, KH3, and KH5. Easily the most iconic and ever-present KH original villain in the series, Xehanort was the greatest enemy to Sora and his friends. We see him in many forms: as a human, a superhuman, a Heartless, a Nobody, a memory specter, a data copy, and a Hollow Replica carrying his heart's entire essence that ultimately fuses together with a demonic god of darkness. Even after he's dead, his machinations create new trouble in the form of his Replica bastard son turned Ephemer clone who draws power from Nothingness. Had Xehanort's canonical trajectory matched this, all of him might have placed among the best video game villains instead of among the worst.

Maleficent - Major villain in KH0.1, KH1, CoM, KH2, Encoded Worlds, KH3D, KH3, KH4, and Pandemoniac Heartless Parade.

While Maleficent can never secure the position of THE Big Bad in any story, she's the Mistress of All Evil for a reason, and such a thing would feel too constraining for her. She stands as the arch foe of the Destiny Trio and all Disney good guys who've allied with them, and is always seeking ways to claim higher power, having involved herself with all major forces of evil to besiege the worlds. Even after getting ousted in KH0.I, after her own death in KH1, and after seeming to lose all power in KH4, she proves you can never count her out.

Marluxia - Big Bad of CoM, Major villain in KH2, XIII Days, and KH3.

One of the less remarkable Big Bads in the series as he only exists to service larger plots of Organization XIII and the Dark Seekers, yet in some ways this makes Marluxia all the more impressive for what he is. Much like CoM itself, he didn't need to go as hard with his plots and the style in his villainy, but he sure does and we love him for it.

Saix - Big Bad of XIII Days, Major villain in CoM, KH2, and KH3.

Saix is in the same boat as Marluxia and unfortunately has less luck when it comes to being a Big Bad, as no matter how much he may try otherwise, he's always in the shadow of Xemnas. That said, he still makes for a creepy and compelling antagonist you love to hate.

Pete - Major villain in KH2, XIII Days, Encoded Worlds, KH3D, KH3, KH4, Pandemoniac Heartless Parade, The Missing Links, and KH5.

The closest Pete comes to Big Bad status is playing the de-facto main antagonist in Encoded Worlds, but even that's at the behest of Maleficent and he's easily outdone by a computer virus. His major villain status comes from being a minion who also happens to be the Disney Castle crew's sworn enemy. Following Maleficent's power loss, he even gains a partner in the treacherous Duke Mortimer.

Chernabog & The MCP - Major villains in KH1 and KH2 respectively. Chernabog is, like Darxomnious, a demonic deity of darkness who, once situated at the core of End of the World, became a benefactor to Xehanort and the Heartless, but he is only encountered in a single boss fight (though he resurfaces as a nightmare boss in 3D and yet again in KH5). The MCP is more prominent, being the Arc VIllain for the Space Paranoids world that's directly tied with Hollow Bastion, essentially the digital counterpart to Terra-Xehanort who's even implied to service Xemnas himself, though he hates all other users.

Darxomnious & Master Luxu - Big Bad of KH3, Major villain(s) in X, KH3D, and The Missing Links. Darxomnious is the aggregation of the darkest of all hearts, the progenitor of all Darklings, and the overarching Big Bad of the second saga just as Terra-Xehanort was of the first. Master Luxu is the old master whose heart and mind has been tied directly to the dark god and who acts as his vessel in leading the XIII and directing the Dark Seekers movement. While both perish by the end of KH3, we see a fairy tale take on Darxomnious in X and fight a spectral memory of both him and Luxu in one route of The Missing Links.

Hades - Big Bad in Pandemoniac Heartless Parade, Major villain in KH0.1, KH1, CoM, KH2, XIII Days, Encoded Worlds, KH3D, KH3, and The Missing Links.

He's...well, he's Hades. What more need be said?

Judge Frollo - Major villain in KH3D, KH4, and The Missing Links. Frollo debuts in KH3D as the main villain of one of the penultimate worlds (voiced here by Earl Boen rather than Corey Burton) and gets defeated in the world's collective shared dream, which led to him being stripped of all authority upon the world's waking. Finding a way to flee his world, Frollo resurfaces as one of the most primary villains in KH4 (now voiced by Timothy E. Brummund) who conspires with the Lost Masters to exploit the Demi-Deterged and purge the worlds of all he considers sinful, even when it only grows and enhances his own heart's darkness. He's killed off for real, but makes one final appearance as an illusion to be vanquished in The Missing Links.

Master Narix - Big Bad in KH4, The Missing Links, and KH5. Narix is the third saga's overarching Big Bad and essentiallly the final boss of KH Divergence, as my imagination just can't extend past KH5. Narix, by nature, is a Contrasting Sequel Antagonist to Xehanort, basically Master Eraqus' moral absolutism and ideals of light supremacy taken to the furthest extremes, as he seeks to dismantle and reassemble Kingdom Hearts so as to eliminate all darkness across not just the World but the multiverse ('cause you know we had to go there at some point), all costs be damned. In doing so he ironically creates an evil force called "blight", light that's been perverted to the point where it works in tandem with darkness. Narix is only seen once in KH4, then becomes a more prominent enemy in both The Missing Links and KH5 along with the order he and his subservient Lost Masters leads, the Luminous Vanguard. Following Neodarkness and Evanessé, he's KH5's very final boss.

Vanitas/Neodarkness - Major villain in KH0.1, KH3D, KH3, KH4, The Missing Links, and KH5.

Vanitas is a major villain in KH0.1 and in KH3, with a phantom image of him being utilized by Xehanort in KH3D to spread nightmares. However, he doesn't come into his own until he embraces the fact that he is a perfect manifestation of darkness itself, which allows him to evolve into Neodarkness, the dark entity who takes Darxomnious' place as ruler of all dark hearts and evil beings. What's neat about Neodarkness is that, unlike Darxomnious, he's not strictly evil all the time, he's more a Chaotic Neutral who acts for his own amusement. Along with Narix and Evanessé, he's one of KH5's final bosses.

Evanesse' - Major villain in The Missing Links and KH5.

This would be "Xehanort's Replica bastard son turned Ephemer clone who draws power from Nothingness" I mentioned before. When Xehanort was in his new Replica body and planned on becoming a god by merging with Darxomnious, he secretly used the knowledge of Xion's creation from one cursed timeline as a blueprint to create his own Hollow Replica he planned on reincarnating his human heart into, but as Darxomnort was destroyed, this never happened. It ends up being Ephemer's heart that gives life to this Replica, creating the tortured and nihilistic Evanessé who seeks to find his own aim and place in the world before ultimately deciding he wants everything around him to disappear into Nothing, hence his thematic name. Along with Neodarkness and Narix, he's one of KH5's final bosses.

King Magnifico - Major villain in KH5.

Magnifico is sort of like the MCP of KH5, being the Arc Villain of a running subplot. We're told he's in competition with Yen Sid because he wants to seize ownership of the Mysterious Tower and relocate it to be Rosas-adjacent, and the Wishing Star he's on the lookout for is one of Ephemer's allies throughout the game, but we only meet him in person upon actually visiting Rosas, where he's faced down and defeated. His inclusion in the game not only makes sense given the timing, but due to the fanbase he's garnered over in Japan. He's also a parallel to Narix, a man in white whose good intentions have given way to selfishness and power-lust that he can't even recognize.

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A Hollow Promise [26] chapter vi, part iii

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

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summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

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chapter summary : astrid gathers her allies, and draws the attention of her enemies. loki pays a heavy price for a victory.

recommended listening : let's get it started, måneskin

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tag list: @femmealec, @mischief2sarawr

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special thanks to the lovely @mischief2sarawr: when i had to rewrite pretty much all of this, their encouragement helped me get it done within a matter of days, instead of weeks. (thanks for the virtual tea, sarah <3)

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Actually- Ophelia wasn’t even her second appointment.

During daylight hours and early evening, the tight-woven alleys of Shinjuku’s Golden Gai were almost serene, lined with potted plants, faced in pale stone. By nightfall, however, the countless micro-bars that hemmed the narrow passageways threw open their doors and exploded into neon light and colour and conversation, entrances plastered with stickers, interiors crammed with patrons, walls pasted with advertisements and unique theming, spilling with the smell of beer and charcoal smoke, electric signs and sandwich boards and utility boxes jutting out like soliciting hands over the stone stoops.

Each establishment only had a tiny footprint- two storeys high and barely large enough to host more than a dozen patrons at a time- and therefore tended to be selective, some only catering to regulars and refusing tourists.

Fortunately, Astrid had been introduced at a few of the bars before- and she was due to meet someone there.

She had been waiting outside, carefully tucked out of the way of passing foot traffic- the same wool coat from Cornwall now arranged as a cape over her shoulders, draped over a black cocktail dress with one sleeve artistically falling off her shoulder, polished up with her favourite pair of blush-pink heels, filigree golden hardware glinting- when she felt a familiar presence storming up from behind, Manolo Blahniks snapping on the pavement.

A hand seized her elbow, dragging her into the bar with a hiss.

“You suck, ‘Strid.”

Astrid heard the annoyance, and general insincerity beneath it, and grinned.

“Hisashiburi, Miko-chan,” Astrid said in sugar-coated, casual Japanese. “Genki desu ka?”

“I hate you,” the voice groused.

Laughing quietly, Astrid allowed herself to be shoved into the tiny space, and towards a perilously narrow staircase, climbing to the second floor to seek out one of the small booths.

She had barely lowered herself into her seat, shrugging the coat from her shoulders, when the other person dropped heavily into the chair opposite her, unceremonious and pointed.

Socialite heiress, fashion icon, and sole grandchild of the chairman of Fujikawa Industries, Rumiko was confident, intimidating, and the consummate, catty epitome of the rich bitch archetype; she was Regina George’s grasp on social capital, thrown into a blender with Heather Duke’s utter ruthlessness, topped up with Cher Horowitz’s fashion sense. Overdressed in a silk Givenchy slip dress, complete with Cartier earrings and a matching watch, her satin-gloss hair tumbled to her waist and wisped above her downturn eyebrows, jaw locked in a scathing disapproval that would make a lesser being curdle into themselves.

“What are you even wearing? You could have at least worn that Dior piece I got you.”

Astrid smirked at the familiar barb, electing not to point out that her dress was Valentino, and the shoes were Ralph and Russo.

“Good to see you too. Am I buying the cocktails?”

“Fuzakenna yo, kora! You disappeared for two years, yes, you’re buying the cocktails-”

“It was eighteen months, I gave you the heads up, and in my defence, I was abducted for fourteen of them,” Astrid rattled off, already slipping out of her seat and pulling out her wallet, stuffed with freshly obtained yen. “I’ll be back.”

Rumiko jolted. “What?! You were abdu-”

“Later. Long story. Drinks first.”

“You’re a dead woman, North, I swear-”

Astrid hid her grin.

Predictably, Rumiko had loosened up enough to listen to her by the time she reached the bottom of her first drink. If they had talked over coffee, or brunch, Astrid wouldn’t have been able to get a word in edgeways. Rumiko was incorrigible when her temper was piqued, and Astrid had expected her disappearance to be an issue.

The two of them had met by chance, years ago. Rumiko’s paternal grandfather was Kenjiro Fujikawa, the CEO of Fujikawa Industries, a tech company with a niche in sophisticated surgical robotics. While she was merely expected to marry whichever worthy successor Kenjiro selected for her, Rumiko was still regularly pulled to attend medical conferences, and various industry-based galas and dinner.

It was at one such event that Astrid- as Astrid North, not as Alethia- had met her.

The two had become friends, in the kind of half-accidental way that might have happened if they had attended the same school. But they had become close enough that Astrid had expected Rumiko to be a little sour, when she returned, even with the warning that she would be disappearing for a while. Rumiko hated being left in the dark, and Astrid had told her nothing.

She hadn’t expected the sourness to be masking masses of pure, trembling relief.

So as Rumiko guzzled down her second sidecar, Astrid gave her the truth.

It was far from everything, but it was enough- and more than Astrid volunteered to most- either those who knew Astrid, or those who knew Alethia.

When she was finished, Rumiko set her half-empty coupé glass on the table, not quite slamming it down, faintly disconcerted.

“Okay. If it wasn’t for New York, I’d be getting out the straitjacket.”

“If it wasn’t for New York, I wouldn’t be telling you this,” Astrid rejoined, swallowing a mouthful of her espresso martini. She felt oddly drained, brimming with endorphins, like the aftermath of a workout.

“That’s fair,” Rumiko said dryly. “You sound insane. It’s literally like the plot of Men In Black- wait. ‘Strid. Could you be an alien?”

“Maybe.” Astrid admitted blandly, shrugging one shoulder. “I haven’t eliminated the possibility.”

Rumiko blew out a breath, head dropping forwards briefly. “Okay. We need beer. And fried chicken.”

“Mm, good call.”

Once their table was packed with piping-hot plates of fried izakaya dishes, their glasses refilled- Rumiko switching over to a frothing plastic pitcher of beer and Astrid taking up sake- Rumiko was significantly calmer, hardening over with the kind of ruthlessly practical, efficient composure that would have made her an excellent successor to FI, if her grandfather had been an ounce or so less of a misogynist.

“Okay, so- let’s figure out where you stand.” Rumiko said efficiently, picked up a piece of karaage with her chopsticks, grease and sesame seeds glistening on the batter. “I mean, it all depends on what you want, but either way-” she pointed her loaded chopsticks at Astrid, before popping the fried chicken into her mouth, “this agency.”

“This agency,” Astrid agreed with a dip of her head, sipping on her sake.

“You’re off their radar right now, but it sounds like they have the sheer resources and numbers to just keep looking, so, that’s likely temporary.” Rumiko tapped her nails against her glass, leaning forwards against her elbows. “Okay. Do you have any backchannels you can use? Anyone who seemed sympathetic, or might hear you out if you got in contact? You might be able to cut a deal, if you can figure out some leverage. It’s either that, or you’ll need a deterrent. Some way to make the cost too high, or the gains too low, to keep coming after you. Again, you’ll need leverage for that. Where are you staying right now? And how long can you lay low? If we can buy you some time-”

Astrid’s expression had cleared, focused as a lens, and Rumiko paused.

“What?” She prompted.

One shoulder lifting, Astrid bought her cup to her mouth.

“You really need to start that PR crisis firm, Ru.”

Startled, Rumiko reared upright from her casual slouch. “The fuck, ‘Strid?”

“Well, I have just told you that I am wanted by a secretive multinational agency,” she pointed out, dropping her voice low enough to blend within the camouflaging ambient chatter of the tiny bar, “who abducted me and has been covering up the existence of magic and monsters since the forties- and you acclimated within fifteen minutes, then launched straight into working out how to handle it. Remind me again why you’re not making bank from this? Aside from your grandfather being a jackass, I mean.”

“Oh my god, we’re so not doing this right now,” Rumiko muttered into her glass, followed by an unladylike gulp of beer.

One corner of Astrid’s mouth curled.

There was a subtle, telling flatness in Rumiko’s scowl, as the words and their sentiments sank in- like water soaking into soft earth, swiftly and undramatically, absorbed and drawing itself down.

Setting her cup aside, Astrid let Rumiko ignore it, for now. “Are those my only options? Bargain, deter, appease?”

“What, you have another plan?”

The question wasn’t quite rhetorical, but it was tinted with a rational scepticism.

If Astrid had been anyone else- anything other than truth incarnate, or someone who had gone up against SHIELD for years with nothing but her wits and her ability to arm her, fallen in love with a demigod, and promised him everything- she might have agreed.

“If the world doesn’t work for you,” she said, taking up her chopsticks and plucking a cube of fried tofu from one of the plates, swiping in through the dipping sauce, “then change the world. Right?”

Rumiko froze, looking from under her fringe to glare at her incredulously.

“You’re not fucking serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because that’s insane.”

“Is it? The world already broke in New York. I would just be rearranging the pieces.”

“I take it back,” Rumiko said bluntly, dropping her chopsticks and topping off her beer glass. “I’m getting the damn straitjacket.”

“Good luck with that,” Astrid answered breezily. “I’ll give you a clean number, later, so don’t worry about me disappearing again. Not completely, anyway.”

“You’re insane,” Rumiko reiterated.

“But you think I can do it,” she stated neutrally, meeting Rumiko’s eyes, the words tasting golden and hot in her chest, metal and bright.

Rumiko stared back at her for a long, fierce moment.

“You’re serious.”

Astrid picked up and popped one of the mayo prawns into her mouth. “Yes.”

Rumiko hissed out an exasperated breath, worry creeping into the crimp of her perfect eyebrows.

“’Strid.” She said grimly. “Seriously. Going up against a multinational spy agency. Is this really worth it?”

“Yes.”

The heat in the word burned like a brand.

Rumiko looked back at her, despairing and incredulous and impressed.

“You’re insane,” she said resignedly.

Astrid laughed. “If you set up the scaffolding for that PR firm within two years, I’ll give you a gift.”

“I am not starting a-”

Rumiko paused.

“A gift?” She echoed, intrigued and sceptical. “What kind of gift?”

“That would be for you to find out. You know I give the best gifts, Ru,” Astrid pointed out. “Remember when I gave you the wing mirror from your ex’s car?”

Rumiko’s mouth tilted into a nostalgic smile.

“That was a really nice present,” she conceded fondly, before grimacing, reaching for the pitcher to top up her beer glass. “But tonight, all I want is alcohol.”

Astrid laughed, and leaned in to clunk her cup again Rumiko’s glass.

“Ah, fine. I suppose I owe you that much,” she agreed easily. “But in that case- shots?”

Rumiko’s eyes glinted.

“Karaoke?”

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An hour later, as they stumbled out of the bar, arms linked and heading out to get into trouble somewhere in Kabukicho, Astrid dropped her notebook into her pocket with its second entry.

Ink pens.

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Ophelia would be deeply insulted if she ever found out that she wasn’t even Astrid’s third port of call.

Astrid was tempted to tell her. It would be good to regulate her ego.

The taste of alcohol was still sour in her mouth, swilled with water, the tang masked by the fresh espresso and gelato that was gently melting in a glass bowl in front of her.

The afternoon air in Rome was cool, despite clear sun-soaked skies and the heat of the crowded streets. Clouds of chatter and the clink of plates and glasses reflected against the warm, pale-yellow brick, the buildings carved with classical ornamentation, spilling with artfully cultivated vines, stained with graffiti. The sett-block pavement was hemmed with café boards, parked motorcycles, and folding wooden-slat bistro tables; cream parasols and restaurant awnings created pockets of deeper shade, between arched shopfronts.

Astrid spooned up the last of her affogato with a swirl of silverware, lips sealing over the spoon.

Seated at the café bar, she was twisted side-on against the counter, watching the passing foot traffic and outside tables through the windows. A cross-breeze drifted over her every so often, cutting in through the entryway and seeping through her clothes, refreshing her overheated skin.

“Propiro l’affogato, sì?” The ageing server behind the counter prompted, briskly pleasant as he calculated her bill. “The, ah- qual è il nom inglese-”

Astrid swallowed a melted mouthful of vanilla, cream, and espresso.

“It’s affogato in English as well,” she told him, startling the waiter. “Il mio Italiano è pessimo?”

“No, no, per niente! Il tuo accento è- your accent, it’s very good! Molto bene. Ma- in Rome,” the server bought a wrinkled hand to cup his ear indicatively, “you hear it, sì? I can tell you’re English, a little.”

Astrid nodded, setting her spoon down and gently pushing the empty glass bowl away from her.

“Ah, vedo- è il tuo orecchio, non la mia bocca, sì?”

“Sì, esattamente! Ho sentito che- I can hear, that you learn it when you are grown,” he said with a grin, “not when little.”

“Ah, vedo- ciò ha senso. I did a summer at Sapenzia,” she explained gamely. “I had a friend who used to say the same thing. That my cadence gave me away.”

“Aha, bene, bene! You’re here to visit your friend?”

“Sì, ma- as a surprise,” Astrid admitted, unsnapping her wallet from where it rested at her elbow, before glancing towards the windows, and the bistro tables arranged within their sight. “Ah- do you see the two women seated under the vines?”

The waiter paused, looking up and leaning to see. “Sì- la bruna e la rossa?”

“Sì. La bruna? Quello è il mio amico.”

His dark eyes widened demonstrably. “Veramente?”

Astrid grinned at him, resting her chin on the hell of her palm. “She doesn’t know that I’m here.” Slipping a credit card loose from her purse with her free hand, she rapped it against the bar top. “Do you think I could pay their cheque, signore? Come una sorpresa?”

His mouth formed a silent exhale of understanding, tapping the side of his aquiline nose before returning to the register. “Naturalmente, signorina- ah, you want me to tell her it was you? Or will you tell her later?”

“Mm.” Astrid watched the server pull up the order details of the table. “Do you have a serviette, signore?”

-

Less than five minutes later, Astrid left the café, stepping out into the sunlight just in time to see the same server pausing at one of the al fresco tables.

As Astrid had observed on her way into the bistro, two women were seated underneath the arch of a vine clinging to the outer wall, with several half-finished plates on the table between them.

The first- a redhead, the coppery tresses cropped into a flattering pixie-cut, broad-shouldered in an olive jacket and white capris jeans- had her back to Astrid, the slight curve of her face in profile just barely visible. The second woman was facing towards her, torso leaned askew and head tipped up, mildly annoyed askance painted across her face like a fresco as she spoke to the server.

Arms folded forward onto the table, the fall of her black hair almost bleeding into her tank top, Vittoria Montesi hadn’t changed much from when Astrid had last seen her. She was still model-lean, as though she subsisted solely on coffee and cigarettes- which was probably accurate, if her on-call diet hadn’t changed since residency- with a full, sceptical mouth, poised to argue and drive and diagnose.

Astrid waited just long enough to see the server hand her the napkin, before melting into the crowd with a grin and a lilt in her weaving steps, escaping towards the tourist trap of the Fontana di Trevi.

A new addition was jotted into her notebook with a borrowed pen.

Coffee grounds.

-

Several hours later, Astrid departed from the Gallery.

Arriving back at the Madripoor penthouse, she stripped out of her clothes, changing into a comfortable camisole, jersey shorts, and thigh-high socks, and retrieved her notebook from the breakfast bar.

New shoes, Astrid wrote onto her list- before flipping the cover shut, tossing the pen down, and collapsing into the sofa with a soft groan.

Four.

It was a start.

Lying in the demi-dark, cheek pressed into the arm of the couch, impatience hummed under her skin like an electric current, settling in the roots of her teeth. Her heart drummed hard and impatient against the adipose-softened wall of her breastbone, eyes open.

The silver light of the city rinsed through the windows, across the apartment, pooling across the floor like the shallow waterline of the incoming tide. Her synapses were slowing, sloping into a long-overdue caffeine crash- but four felt like not enough, not enough, not enough.

She had done more on less sleep.

Four would need to be hundreds. Thousands. Tens, hundreds of thousands.

Four was not enough.

It had only been twenty-four hours, but it had been almost natural, for her to slip into the mindset that she had lived in for years: keep moving, keep working, don’t stop, don’t hesitate, be smart, be quick, be relentless, use your greed, use your selfishness, next step, next step, next step-

Everything else became easy to ignore. The storm within her, whatever doubt and anger and loneliness and turmoil broiled inside, pressing behind her eyes like to urge to sob, became simple fuel, like glucose, until she was done.

None of it would matter, once she got what she wanted- and if it did matter, she would deal with it then, when it was safe.

It was easy, because Astrid was her father’s daughter. He had taught her how to use her worst traits as a whetstone, to make herself scalpel-sharp.

Her flesh was cooling, the cushions were warm, and her limbs grew heavy and slack with every passing moment.

And she suddenly remembered Loki’s parting words to her, as she had finished the dregs of their rose tea at the Cornish tea parlour.

I should get up, darling, he murmured reluctantly. I must get to work. But make sure you take your rest- I want to see you later.

Astrid sighed into a smile, defeated.

Sly bastard, she thought fondly.

She shouldn’t keep him waiting.

Lifting her head just long enough to set an alarm on her phone, Astrid dropped the device on the coffee table and sank back into the sofa, limbs sliding across the upholstery in a drag of wool and cotton and bare skin, as she let sleep claim her- just for a little while.

-

54 weeks and 6 days out

“I’ve walked the deserts for miles Swam the waters for a tide Searching places to find A piece of something to call, mine A piece of something to call, mine- Coming closer to you-”

You will be careful, won’t you, Astra?

“Hm?” Astrid paused her singing, fingers still strumming at her keyboard, the click of the keys weaving her response into the comment box like a shuttle in a loom. “With what?”

She clicked post, watching the response box disappear.

The text popped up within the thread, slotting into place in the conversation, sealed into format. Astrid clicked away, skimming the rest of the forum.

This, Loki replied, with the mental equivalent of an expansive gesture. Whipping up a group over which you do not have full control.

“Mm, you’re one to talk, alderliefest,” Astrid commented, eyes unmoving from the screen of her laptop, reaching for the plate at her side, “with what you’ve been doing through- Brunn, was it?”

Brunnhilde, Loki confirmed- but immediately becoming distracted by what Astrid had bitten into.

Cut thick, the slab of pain pavé was spread with unsalted butter and honeycomb- treacly and faintly earthy with clouds of unprocessed pollen

It tasted of late summer and wildflower meadows, and dirt on her skin, a shock of calories into her system.

Over the weeks, Astrid had been narrowing down Loki’s preferences. Within his sweet tooth, it seemed that he had a particular weakness for anything that featured honey, or chocolate; honey reminded him of Asgard, of better memories and better days, of the royal city at golden hour and light-hearted laughter, of his brother’s broad grin and of a flash of pale-bright hair that always sent Astrid’s stomach swooping with something unidentifiable whenever it flickered into her mind, through his.

Chocolate seemed to provoke thoughts of Midgard. It made him think of city cafés, of her bed in the penthouse, of cold mornings as she went through her morning routine, of the warmth of the crook of her neck and the view of snow-capped mountains through broad windows.

Astrid had gained a new appreciation of chocolate.

And touché, Loki conceded, his thoughts still humming with pleasure at the taste of the honeycomb.

She tongued the soft film of beeswax from her teeth, quietly content for a precious, ephemeral moment.

It felt better, at least. The ache of their separation- and the omnipresent lack and malcontent that she could live with, but never quite ignore- was less when he was there, and she was reminded that she was doing something, moving closer.

Coming closer to you, Astrid hummed the sweetly-lilting bar.

A warm breeze swept over her, as she glanced up over the top of her screen.

They were in Chile today- on a rooftop amongst the soaring metropolitan clutter of Santiago. Astrid had positioned herself to gaze out at the distant summer-red of the Andes, looming above the basin of the city, hazy through the sun-bright smog; the building she was perched atop was within view of one of the city’s many green spaces, the lush foliage a shock of emerald against the concrete, a faint rush of traffic carried up on the thermal lift.

She changed where she worked every day, cycling through a roulette wheel of hemispheres, climates, continents, countries, the only prerequisites being a stable internet connection and a good view. But she had noticed that Loki liked mountains, and cool open air, and she had begun peppering them in as often as possible.

I, however, am far more removed from my work, Loki pressed, edged with caution. And circumstances leave me beneath suspicion. You are far closer to the fire, songbird.

“Mm.” Astrid traced her collarbone absently. “True.”

Her gaze dropped to the screen, sucking a smear of honey from her opposite thumb.

“But these ones are less the fire, more the firestarters.” She added lightly.

The forum was thick with activity.

The hacktivist group known as the Rising Tide was a hornet’s nest- a collective that had sprung up in the wake of Culver, devoted to dragging SHIELD from the shadows into the cold light of day- and one that Astrid had repeatedly agitated, pointed in the right direction, and watched swarm SHIELD’s most recent project.

With New York, they had been galvanised, by a publicly validated raison d’être.

The corner of her mouth folded up ruefully.

Their organisation was an ad hoc nightmare, and they were incapable of communicating with the general public without coming off as uncredible, melodramatic, conspiracy theory whackjobs - but the Rising Tide were her first true allies, arguably, and incredibly skilled at what they did.

They had given her the lead in New Mexico. Astrid would always owe them a debt, for that.

“Anyway,” Astrid said, straightening, arms extending above her head, feeling her shoulders and spine click and realign, “arguably- if anything is the fire, it’s me. It’s only a matter of time before they try to extinguish me. Before the inevitable, I should burn as bright and hot as I can- don’t you think?”

She felt Loki sigh, fondly exasperated.

As long as you don’t burn out completely.

“Completely?” She noted the specificity.

He smirked, and nipped at her shoulder. A little destruction is good for the soul. Cathartic. You deserve a little of that.

Astrid laughed softly, and imagined her own fingers running through his hair.

From his shiver, it seemed that practice was slowly beginning to pay off.

“Well, I have heard that volcanic soil is amongst the richest and most fertile in the world.”

Ah. You do have a rather volcanic temper, beloved.

“You think so? Interesting. I would call yours glacial, prince.”

She felt his eyebrows steeple in askance, faintly sardonic.

Passive and slow to act?

“Quiet. Patient. Underestimated,” she listed, leaning back slightly, feeling the illusion of him catch her weight. “Ruthless, and relentless. And with the power to reshape the world while no one is paying attention.”

Loki breathed out a laugh, and planted the sensation of a kiss behind her ear, eliciting a pleasantly startled noise from her.

Such shameless flattery, he murmured against her nape, mood warmed beneath the teasing. What am I to do, in the face of such an assault?

Astrid sighed, sinking into him- and willed herself not to think.

“Surrender,” she suggested breathily. “And believe me.”

The phantom of his arm curled around her waist, mouth nestling at the shell of her ear, folding himself around her.

His mood was tepid, opaque.

The anxiety she felt was a pit, somewhere behind the wall of her abdomen.

She refused to dwell on it, and risk drawing the keen edge of Loki’s attention onto it.

Her laptop gave a chirp of distress, and she looked up. The internet connection had dropped again.

Grateful for the distraction, Astrid sang the signal back into strength.

“I’m moving, I’m coming Can you hear what I hear? It’s calling you, my dear Out of reach-”

The bars rocketed up back up, Wi-Fi boosted from a café several dozen feet below.

Astrid exhaled a smile, propping her chin on her palm. “Take me to my bea-each…”

Old songs- ones that she had listened to and re-loved thousands of times over- were best for weaving magic as she multitasked.

Combing her hair back behind her ear, Astrid flipped through her tabs, refreshing each one, keeping up the melody under breath.

“I can hear it, calling you I’m coming, not drowning Swimming closer to you-”

One of her dummy social media accounts reloaded.

Astrid scrolled through her feed at a reflexive skim, idly liking a few posts to keep up her account activity. She was keeping track, but not sincerely expecting to see a moving of the needle, just yet.

It was something that the Rising Tide, for all their skill and drive and passion, hadn’t quite recognised yet: they could afford to lay out the trail, prompt the question, and wait.

Slow is fast, Astrid reminded herself.

Ah. Stark is trending, Loki observed idly.

“Hm?”

Astrid paused, glancing at the trending topics sidebar.

“Ah. Hardly surprising, beloved.” She lifted her shoulder. “Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. And the world’s first modern superhero.”

Loki rearranged himself nonchalantly, like draping satin.

Is your heart still set on him, as an ally?

Astrid hummed through a sigh, leaning back slightly more, lounging against him and tipping her head to the skies, propped on the strong ledge his shoulder.

“I think,” she said slowly, “that not even trying to work with him would be like shooting ourselves in the foot, with our last bullet, while in the middle of a firefight, and then amputating the limb with an unsterilised knife and no anaesthesia.”

Graphic, Loki remarked dryly. But I take your point, my heart.

“Can I take that your approval?”

Why should I withhold it? Stark appears to be a wise choice. And the best option, amongst the Avengers.

“Damningly faint praise, prinsinn minn. We’re not exactly spoilt for choice.”

He snickered. Astrid couldn’t ignore how it sublimated at the edges into wistfulness, and a resignation that had fermented from frustration and outrage and hurt, like wine in a cask.

They both knew who Loki was thinking of- the one who should have been the better option.

It was a wound and a rift that Astrid hesitated to touch, for now.

“Still,” Astrid redirected, straightening on the palm of her hands, “I value your opinion. I want you to tell me if you think it’s a bad idea.”

I don’t, truly. An arm slipped around her waist, its weight comfortable and comforting. Astrid had to bat away the reflexive desire to feel the lean muscles flex against her abdomen, as Loki dragged her flush back against him, pinning her to the length of him. Stark listened to you, is aware of the threat, and offered me a drink, he teased. You can keep him if you wish, songbird.

“I have to obtain him, first,” Astrid riposted. “Or have him decide to obtain me.”

Just talk to him, sweet thing. How could he possibly resist?

She grinned broadly, shaking her head, the sickness in her abating. “Now who’s flattering?”

Refocusing on the trending bar, her head cocked as she caught up, wondering whether it was a personal scandal, a Stark Industries development, or a cheap editorial that had put the name in people’s mouths today.

Trending Topics #christmaseveeve #tonystark #mandarinbombings #happyfestivus

Mandarin, Loki noted, reading through her eyes. As in standard Chinese, the fruit, or the bureaucrat?

“None of the above- I think.” Astrid said distractedly, the pixels beginning to split in her vision. “It’s the supposed head of a terrorist organisation. They’ve claimed responsibility for a series of bombings, over the past few months.”

Supposed head? Loki echoed shrewdly.

She twitched her shoulder upwards wearily. “Someone is appropriating a name that doesn’t belong to them. I saw one of the videos, after the most recent incident. I know enough about the Ten Rings to know that this is someone dressing up in their colours. Especially with that moniker they-”

She halted.

Loki went still with concern.

Astra?

Gaze blank, her tongue was numb as she answered.

“The Ten Rings.”

What about it?

“Three years ago. Afghanistan. Do you remember what I told you? The incident created Iron Man.”

Loki froze.

And what better way to bait Stark, he said, quiet and sharp, than to use the name of an organisation that almost killed him?

Astrid’s hand darted out, clicking on the tag, hoping that it was just a coincidence of the algorithm-

BREAKING: Tony Stark’s mansion bombed in suspected terror attack – Iron Man missing

“Fuck!”

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.ᐟ.ᐟ  ⸺   #𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐄 is a private writing blog scripted by shieda. orbiting a canon divergent & headcanon based REN / YINGXING from honkai star rail. highly selective, rarely follows first, mutuals only. oc, multi and crossover friendly. personal blogs and minors dni. prone to medium-high activity. a whispered memoir of: sacrifice, grief, compromise and the unyielding desire for retribution & eternal rest. heavy trigger warnings listed below.

                                          𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃。        𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒。        𝐇𝐂𝐒。

⊹.  i won't write with anyone under the age of 20, this is for my own comfort. i, myself, am 25.

⊹.  this muse is canon-divergent meaning he heavily relies on personal headcanons. you don't have to read all the headcanons but it will help you better understand how i portray him. goes by the name REN.

⊹.  my general writing style leans towards paragraphs/novella. i do not do one-liners & i rarely spice up my replies with intricate formatting. you may format as you please, however i cannot promise that i will match it. multiple verses & multimuse blogs are okay. duplicates and ocs depend on whether i can see them actually interacting. i do not follow just to follow.

⊹.  the best way to start an interaction is to send a prompt in the ask box. send as many as you want and feel free to reply to them / turn them into threads.

⊹.  please do not follow me back/first if you are in no way interested in interacting. it is okay to softblock me if i follow you first and you do not see us interacting.

⊹.  i tend to ship where i sense there is chemistry or the chances of me getting bored are huge. note that ren is complicated to be romantically involved with and i enjoy a slow burn with angst more than fluffy slice of life connections. i am somewhat picky with ships because i want there to be real/good development. chemistry is all i ask for. ren is pansexual and demiromantic, no specific lean. this blog is brand new so i haven't explored mains/exclusives yet.

⊹.  communicate any issue you have with me. acting petty or passive aggressive will be ignored. i am too tired to entertain that kind of behavior, please just talk to me if something is bothering you.

⊹.  it is highly unlikely i ever jump straight into smut scenes and/or reblog smutty prompts. smut can be a fun addition to write for ships, that's it. dirty/flirtatious jokes and innuendos may occur.

⊹.  do not in any way pressure me for replies. please do write with me but keep in mind that replies may occasionally be sparse due to work, personal life and sometimes even timezones. thank you for reading!

⊹.  heavy trigger warning for: suicide, self harm, body horror, blood, violence, death & gore. i try to tag accordingly but if you choose to follow it is at your own risk. a LOT of the content (mostly in writing) on this blog will touch these topics. i usually tag as such: "blood tw" / "blood cw." smut will be under a 'read more' if it ever does happen but i prefer to write such content on discord in a private server & only with developed ships and writing partners i am comfortable with.

⊹. dni & drama: keep me out of it. i understand that we can't all get along and there are some really shitty people out there but i will not be blocking people left and right because of a vague post made about them or a dni added after we follow each other and interact. if we are writing and you want to softblock me because i am talking to someone you don't want to see that is more than okay. i will never hold it against you nor will i be petty or take the other person's side. please tell me though to avoid misunderstandings or me accidentally re-following you. curate your space as you see fit, i encourage it.

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[rikuugan]

𝑨   𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝒀   𝑰𝑵    :       being   a   god   among   men,   with   the   weight   of   the   world   resting   upon   your   shoulders.   a   study   in   being   born   as   a   weapon,   one   that   sees   and   knows   nearly   all,   and   the   infinite   agonies   that   comes   along   with   being   trapped   within   a   mortal   heart.   in   the   madness   that   comes   with   being   the   center   of   the   universe,   the   responsibility   and   loneliness   that   it   carries   along   with   it   -   and   the   knowledge   of   your   own   monstrosity.   with   an   afterward   in   wanting   to   be   needed,   but   not   being   needed   and   instead   being   used   -   until   there   is   nothing   left.

private   &   selective   /   mutuals   only   gojo   satoru   of   jujutsu   kaisen.   headcanon   based   with   potential   divergencies.   not   spoiler   free.   (   oc   +   crossover   /   au   friendly   )   adult   themes   will   be   heavily   present.   (   minors   /   personals   do   not   interact   )   written   by   chi   /   30+   /   they+them   /   usa.

⁰¹ carrd.     ⁰² prompts.     ⁰³ headcanons. ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇs. @cultfed ʙʟᴏɢʀᴏʟʟ. @amourem

DISCLAIMER.    first  order  of  business  -  gojo  satoru  is  not  my  character,  nor  is  jujutsu  kaisen  my  series.  i  am  not  affiliated  with  the  production  nor  do  i  claim  to  be.  my  headcanons,  writings,  and  graphics  (unless  listed  otherwise)  are  all  my  own,  however.  

one.  the  activity  on  this  blog  will  fluctuate,  so  it's  best  to  simply  consider  it  to  be  low  activity.  i  lead  a  busy  life  outside  writing,  and  tend  to  have  fluctuating  muse  -  so  i  can't  guarantee  a  reply  everyday!  because  my  energy  can  be  so  limited  -  this  blog  is  mutuals  only  and  selective.  i  curate  my  space  to  people  i  fully  intend  on  interacting  with  -  so  if  i  do  follow  you,  it's  because  i  absolutely  want  to  write.  that  being  said  -  sometimes  you  don't  mesh  with  people  and  that's  perfectly  fine!  however,  i  do  ask  if  you  want  to  unfollow  please  soft  block  me.  i  don't  have  interest  in  interacting  with  non-mutuals.  

two.  i  like  to  think  i'm  a  friendly  person  and  make  great  efforts  to  interact  with  my  mutuals!  please  feel  free  to  slide  into  my  messages  to  plot  at  any  time,  or  send  me  a  prompt  from  my  prompts  tag.  i  absolutely  love  meeting  new  writers,  reading  their  takes  on  characters,  and  learning  more  about  interpretations  -  it's  part  of  what  makes  rp  in  this  space  so  fun!  to  that  end  -  i  consider  myself  crossover,  alternative  universe,  and  duplicate  friendly.  

the  best  way  to  interact  with  me  outside  plotting  is  usually  just  sending  in  a  prompt!  i  love  generating  stuff  from  those.

three.  i  am  a  novella  writer,  usually  about  3-5  paragraphs  in  length  (sometimes  more)  with  slight  formatting  and  of  and  on  usage  of  icons.  i  really  do  not  expect  to  be  matched  word  for  word,  but  effort  is  always  appreciated.  i  tend  to  really  enjoy  character  introspection  -  as  well  as  dialogue,  and  gojo  is  a  bit  of  a  yapper,  so  apologies  in  advance  if  he  talks  the  ears  off  your  muse.  

additionally.  the  content  of  writing  on  this  blog  will  be  dark.  jujutsu  kaisen  is  not  a  light-hearted  series,  and  gojo  himself  not  a  particularly  gentle  character.  writings  may  include  violence,  physical  trauma,  psychological  trauma,  gore,  religious  trauma,  elements  of  horror,  drug  usage,  and  sexual  themes/smut.  triggers  and  other  unsafe  content  will  be  either  read  mored  and/or  tagged.  i  tag  them  as  follows:  '  tag  here  /  '.

four.  shipping  is  a  delight  -  and  something  i  shamelessly  do  enjoy.  gojo  is  extremely  flirtatious,  unfortunately  absurdly  attractive,  and  somehow  simultaneously  the  worst  person  in  existence  -  all  that  said,  if  he  does  flirt  it  does  not  necessarily  mean  shipping  is  on  the  table.  if  a  thread  or  plotting  seems  to  be  going  that  way  -  i'm  happy  to  discuss  if  it's  something  post  parties  are  interested  in.  i  also  can't  believe  i  have  to  type  this  but  i  do  not  ship  gojo  with  any  of  his  students.  ew.  

IMPORTANT.  i  do  headcanon  gojo  to  be  gay,  and  he's  not  closeted  regarding  it  in  the  slightest.  his  feelings  about  suguru  are  on  a  case  by  case  basis  and  up  to  the  writer  involved,  but  he  does  default  to  having  had  romantic  feelings  regarding  him  in  the  past.  

five.  i  don't  like  ship  exclusivity  and  i  dislike  interaction  exclusivity  even  more  so.  i  think  it  alienates  new  rpers  from  a  space,  as  well  as  closes  off  potential  interactions.  however  -  i  do  understand  that  sometimes  we  have  people  that  fulfill  what  we  want  within  a  ship  or  dynamic  so  with  that  said,  only  under  very  rare  circumstances  do  i  participate  in  exclusivity.  i  do  have  mains  (or  affiliates)  which  i  typically  list  on  my  pinned  or  carrd.  

six.  drama  is  a  hard  no.  i'm 30+  and  really  not  interested  in  any  aspects  of  it.  as  for  callout  culture,  i  do  not  participate  unless  the  person  the  callout  is  for  poses  a  risk  to  others  offline  or  other  extreme  circumstances.  to  summarize,  i  am  here  to  relax  -  to  write  my  silly  little  sweet-toothed  sorcerer  and  have  a  good  time.  drama,  possessiveness  for  me  as  a  mun,  and  the  other  standards  are  the  fastest  way  to  get  you  blocked  and  evicted  from  my  life.  

basic  dni  criteria  applies.  minors  /  proshippers  /  and  especially  personal  blogs  are  all  blocked  on  sight.  i  also  do  not  tolerate  blatant  racism,  misogyny,  and  in  particular:  bi/panphobia.  just  don't  be  an  asshole.  

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