#might do a diff version later

[synthshenanigans]

Finished fusions of them!

None have a set outfit atm but the point and style is there :}

[why-the-heck-not]

"...and now a quick  1-1.5h simmer" why do I do this

”quick fast dinner, gotta go to sleep soon” then pray tell,, why are u cooking things in separate batches?? and ohmygod is that tomato sauce mf reducing on the stove ?????

[amazingdeadfish]

Do u think u could make an opera version of mayor? I've seen a few artists make diff opera wukong/Mac designs but I think a opera mayor design would look very cool :D

Not gonna lie, I was nervous to do this, but, I don't regret trying out this challenge.

RAMBLES + (literally only two) REFERANCES BELOW THE CUT:

The costume is based on the classic armor outfit in Chinese Peking Opera. Since, we all know that the Mayor doesn't actually have that many identifiable characteristics or, much of a role in the LMK show other than being LBD's foot soldier or, thrall. So, I had to reflect that in what's probably an incredibly basic interpretation for what their design could be (because if you actually see the insane level amount of detail in peking opera outfits, you'll understand that this drawing is heavily simplified and lacks detail).

The mask, is, also simple. I tried to look at numerous references and get my head around the insane amount of possibilities of patterns and designs and what they mean, as well as what the colours symbolize, but all that's important is that blue symbolizes stoicism, black for integrity, and white symbolizes evil (but of course these meanings for colours have leeway in between depending on what source you look at. There is no definitive answer).

The mask is also important because it creates the most visual distinction from Mayor being a Jing instead of a Sheng (male protagonist). And, even though it's a basic mask, I did create it to imply an almost 'skull' shape to it. But it's discrete and, you have to be looking for it to be there (which I suppose fits because, Mayor being LBD's thrall wasn't revealed straight away)

Now okay look, I'm- I'm not an expert on peking opera at all, I had to do a bit or research to do this in order to actually understand what I am doing when it comes to designing an outfit for Mayor. You might see a hint of his Chief costume in the chest plate I decided to keep, and all those skull motifs to show that he is a thrall of Lady Bone Demon. But in short, he is a warrior, a soldier, a chief of war, and he fights and works for Lady Bone Demon. He is to be a character with heavy, dramatic armor, and a mask to not only symbolize his role in whatever theatre show he lands himself in, but also for the shrouded identity he has and, well, not exactly being the most in-depth or open character in the show :))).

Anyways, here's a beta design back when I legitimately had no idea what I was doing and had done like zero research apart from looking at references I lied and, thinking Mayor would have a 'lighter (less heavy) and less decorative outfit (clearly I changed my mind later on):

I am, glad I did not follow through with this design. This is, not a peking opera outfit. Not a conventional one at least, that would reflect who the Mayor is (because this mf is conventional as hell, fitting in with modern times with his suit and all).

And here are the, uh, two references I used (obviously there's more but, these two were the ones I really picked apart and analyzed and, have clearly referenced):

And yes, I copied the pose on the right.

Design is welcome for critique (again, I am not an expert on peking opera (it's such a vast, complex, and wonderful artform that the more I found out the more I was intimidated by) and possibly subjected to be redesigned later on should I look back on this months-years later and cringe horrifically.

[snake-berry]

Jaime Lannister

do you have any idea how hard it is to draw this man? his description is so impossible to capture like. hes masculine hes feminine hes so hot hes a menace to society hes actually a LION anddddd he looks just like his twin sister. what am i meant to do.

oh well. i might redo this one at some point bc im not happy with it but ill leave it for now. maybe ill make a second version with his diff look from the later books at some point

[ivanwm-05]

Some questions:

Since we know that GMmc can basically trash every God class individual + animal, can we assume that the real threat appears only in the form of the monarchs + Pyron?

I didn't fully understand Adam's whole power: smth to do with motion? kinda like accelelator?

How strong was that one dude who tried picking a fight with the MC in the Divine Arsenal route?

And could Ari basically propell someone to a diff class? For example, a power based on strength, since your limit in lifting is 100 tons as a Basic class, she then increases it to 1000 tons, are you still Basic or do you evolve to Superior?

Not a question, just a statement: Adam has to go in the worst way possible smh. Plus, in the Godmode, we don't need Adam in order to fight glorified William Afton so yea he's dead lol (and we can always just revive him as a soldier)

In any case, really liked the update and can't wait to play all the diff powers and OP version!

Oh no. There is an extremely dangerous real threat. A ticking time bomb of a creature lying asleep somewhere on Earth. That thing has the power to hurt Pryon so I'd say you better not let your guard down around the plants and animals on Earth.

Yeah, kind of like accelerator juiced. Kaito explains the danger of his power toward the end of the demo. When he's in his field domain he can take all motion literally. In other words the mass, shape, speed, nothing matters, motion is motion, and the same energy he'll use to stop a person's motion is the same he'll use to stop the sun. He can also control motion concepts, like the movement and flow of time.

Logan is an incredibly powerful guy for his class. He is one of the few superior class individuals that can stand his ground against a dragon class. But his power is pretty complicated in the sense that it kills him every time he uses it. I'll post about it later.

Your class doesn't increase by that logic, class is only determined by genetics. However, I believe at some point of Ari's evolution she might (emphasis on might), be able to help someone evolve into a higher class.

😂I'm dead... you called him glorified William Afton.

Thanks a lot for the kind words. Also, thanks for taking time out to check out my work. I really appreciate it.

[pin-crusher2000]

Earth 66 Headcanon Asks

1) Since they’re dating, how common is it for Mar’i to purr like a kitten when Jake is cuddling her?

2) Since they’re twins in your version; which one is technically the older sibling as they came out first, Mar’i or Jake?

3) Any storylines you’d like to do for the Grayson-And’r Family?

4) Similar as 3 only for the Super Family?

Good questions! @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 :D

before I start, it’s actually Chris not Jake XD *sweet home Alabama plays in background.*

1: very common! Maybe like every 2nd or 3rd cuddle time. Mar’i would cuddle close to Chris, head on shoulder, hand on chest, & maybe legs & feet intertwined, & softly purrs. Chris does gently ruffle her hair like a pet. ;)

2: mar’i is the oldest, being 21 seconds ahead of Jake. (Since mar’i was create 21 years before Jake; 1996 to 2017)

3: hmmmmmmm top of my head I got 3! :D

1-Court of Owls: the idea of them being nightwing’s villains is pretty cool. (So I’m gonna borrow that from you if that’s ok?)

A lot of people are going missing in Bludhaven, & rumors spread around of mysterious black ninjas running around at night kidnapping people. The Grayson-And’r family, after some research, interrogation, & clues, mange to find an underground labyrinth with an army of talons (black ninjas) & “dead” people, plus some people in owl masks.

The main villains are: rich folk/mobsters (people who wears the owl masks) & NightWing’s ancestor: William Cobb (who wears a white/Gray talon suit to differentiate from regulars)

After the family beats up the majority of the villains, using ice equipment (cause talons are weakened by cold temperature) & the tamaerans starbolts (in my universe, you can kill these guys by turning them to ash) the only bad guy left standing is William Cobb. He decides to overdose himself with a chemical compound called: Electrum; which allows talons like himself to gain immortality, regeneration, & the typical superhuman stuff like strength, speed, & durability. When he did that, he grows super big & transforms into a giant bird monster.

He chases the family, knocking down everything causing the labyrinth to crumble down, the family got separated, dick with Kory and Jake with mar’i . Fortunately, Jake & mar’i did mange to reunited with their parents, unfortunately, mar’i got hurt during the battle hurting her legs & Jake had to carry her bridal style; Jake had to slide down a broken pillar while escaping a transform Cobb & there was a raised bump that hit Jake in the crotch, that causes his eyes to cross when he went over it. Jake: “d’oh! I think I peed my pants! (From the “famous” dragon escape scene from Shrek)

Heading close to the exit, the family does one final ice/fire combo that traps Cobb & have rocks to crush him to death & turned into ash by beams of starbolts.

(The next might be a little NSFW/dark, a little warning)

2-Doctor Light: Doctor Light (a major teen titans villain) decides to attack the family with a upgraded suit & kidnaps Kory, Mar’i, & Jake causing Nightwing to go rescue them.

Doc Light traps Kory & mar’i in chains while laying down on a table, arms spread & legs are facing forward. Jake was free but was getting beat up by him. After a small beating, he goes over to Kory & mar’i & starts touching their hair & (you can choose) starts climbing on top of either Kory or mar’i, rubbing his hand across “their” cheek. Jake gets back up & grab & throws doctor light across the room. Doctor light gets back up & tackles & starts choking Jake. With Doc being distracted, Jake uses whatever strength he got left & presses his foot into his crotch & headbutts the doc out cold.

For the final battle later on after rescuing his family: Nightwing is hurt & alone facing Doctor Light who powers up to the max, becomes pure light, pure energy but after digging out a picture that shows Kory, mar’i, & Jake, he gets back up & blocks hard light energy with his electric escrima sticks & blows Doctor light up. There is two different endings:

1- Nightwing dies similar to iron man in endgame (& Jake gets to become NightWing 2/3)

2- he gets knocked out for a few days & gets back up after that XD

3- Red Hood: in my universe, Jason Todd is either: permanently dead or comes back like how he did in the animated movie under the red hood, but he is fully a antihero/villain like his early comic book counterpart.

After the battle with Batman, (note: he didn’t blow up bludhaven yet in this version) he goes after the Grayson-Anders family (for reasons XD) & holds Jake & mar’i hostage. The house does get destroyed during a battle between him & Nightwing, fortunately, everyone is ok but Jason is injured from his fight with Batman & Nightwing & escapes into the unknown; injured.

4: I got 3, 2 original & the 1 from the above question.

1-Red Hood: in the original story: A death in the family, Batman really wanted to kill joker, but Superman talked him out of it. After learning that Batman WAS supposed to kill joker but was talked out of it, Jason decides to go after the Superman family years later after the battle with Batman & Nightwing. (Jason lost his memories & stayed at a church as a priest, he gains back his memories years later when seeing Superman on tv.

Red Hood creates a vigilante group called the red hood gang that has kryptonite weapons & attacks the superfamily (this is around the time the Super-Twins are a thing, probably a few weeks after the Blue Earth story). The SuperFamily (& a little help from Batman, & the Grayson family) managed to stop the red hood & his gang, but he sacrifices himself to take everybody out with a kryptonite bomb, but fails. The only thing that remains is a semi broken red hood helmet/mask. (Hinting that he is still alive)

2- Fire Of Olgun: this small “moment” in the comics has revived Osul-Ra from death on war world by mongul; & in one of the action comics, he was almost taken away from the New Gods (Orion). Annnnnd then it went nowhere XD I say use that to somehow age down Jon Kent (or retcon it saving osul as a potion not a “power up.”)

3- Slices Of SuperLife: mostly just slices of life moments of the superfamily like how we saw during Superman 2016 with the carnival & the road trip.

[narancias-headband]

A big announcement...

Hi everyone! Very long time, no see.

I've gone through and cleaned things up around here a good bit, deleting old posts and fixing up my masterlist again. You might have seen some posts as I fix things up around here.

But the short and sweet version of this post is...

I'm coming back to this blog!!

It's going to be a decent bit different than before, but I do want to write and share my thoughts with you all again. :)

An important note! I will no longer taking 'requests', but I'd love some inspiration from everyone! I'm not going to hold myself to write anything that doesn't seem right for me. Feel free to send in requests/ideas for inspiration, and please do not be offended if I never get to them! I promise, I'm not judging! Some brief rules on what to ask for are here in my pinned post (they're mostly the same as before haha).

A very LONG rambling update under the cut for anyone wondering what in the world I've been up to.

So... A lot has changed in the past few years here... It's been like a year since y'all have heard from me... Mainly, my hyperfixation on JoJo's went away for a while. So that's my brain's fault haha. I've done this a few times with a few blogs, so I guess I was expecting to drop it sooner or later. What I didn't expect was how much I miss this blog (believe me, I have no regrets on my old blog deaths).

I've been watching JoJo's with a dear friend of mine lately, and the need to write has been stirring again. And then we hit Part 5... My brain was shifted back into fanfic mode instantly. I saw Formaggio and remembered my dear husband. I went and read through so much of my old stuff and remembered how much fun I used to have writing. I'm already working on a few new things, and a few old things, but I'm in no rush.

Which relates to some of the changes I'm hoping to make here. In all honesty, I did a lot here for the attention of people and the approval of the fandom. And that is not sustainable! No wonder I had writing burnout so much... I'm not planning to take as many requests anymore, and I will be much more focused on creating things that make me happy than anything else. Hopefully others enjoy it anyway :)

So... What have I been up to? My life has been taking lots of unexpected twists and turns. My, not entirely intentional, unemployment has opened up some free time to get back to things I enjoy. And I will never let a job take over my life like that again. Good news is, I'm working on my mental health and I finally feel creative again! I want to write and draw and think and I actually have the energy for it!

I've been very lost in the awful job market lately, and being at home alone all day isn't the most thrilling, but even just the minor things I've been doing behind the scenes on this blog have made me feel great. It's a bit more fulfilling than just playing Fortnite all day 😅

And me? I've grown up a lot lately. Working through mental issues, focusing on myself and my happiness, making changes for the better. Which is the main reason I really want to come back! This blog made me so happy and that's my main goal lately. I'm back into JJBA hardcore, I've become a Fortnite kid, and my love of Pokémon has come back in full force. And I have a new pretty gaming PC to sit and write at and the more I use it the more it's worth the $1500 I spent on it.

Oh, and one last thing... For better or worse, I've pretty much ended up a functional stoner. 😅 Probably expect more headcanons about getting high with diff characters that will be way better than the goofy ones I wrote way back when.

[harri-etvane]

I'll send you in several ones and you do the ones that spark creativity. 😉

Some of them are fitting for Maks/Vova, some for Volena, some are maybe just Volodymyr. You choose. 😁

- Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.

- And now you’ll be telling stories of my coming back; and they won’t be false, and they won’t be true, but they’ll be real. 

- Mostly, I want to be kind. 

- Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

- It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.

- Maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — 

- But if I sing, I sing from her.

- I died, and was born in the spring; I found you, and loved you, again.

- Well, who doesn’t want the sun after the long winter?

Hello! I’m sorry these took me so long - it was so lovely of you to send so many options. There were a few that didn't spark anything but they're in my WIP doc to think about later. The ones I have done are mostly drabbles, or a couple hundred words each xoxo

- Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.

I did something for this one here - it’s Andriy/Vova so a bit different to what I usually write which was a nice change in a way. I’m.. tempted to write a diff version with Vova & Olena, but it’s just an idea at the moment.

- Mostly, I want to be kind. 

“Можна..?”

He nods, without thinking - an instinctive response within him even now - to help - to soothe whatever hurt she carries, evident with the crack in her voice. It tears him open, that same wound, again and again. Sometimes, he wonders if it will ever heal, or if it will be something that he will carry with him for the rest of his life. Without checking with Maksym or Andriy, or the rest of his team - he steps forward and opens his arms. She holds him, this stranger - or not a stranger really, she is one of his people; and he would do anything for her. The ache in his chest sharpens as he feels her grasp onto his sweatshirt, her breath a faint quiver as she nestles into him.

Later - Maksym stares at him, a barely concealed fury on his face - the hand not on his gun flexing into a fist, his breathing shaky.

“Do you realise how reckless that was? How dangerous? She could have k–”

“I know. Nothing happened. I'm fine." He brushes it off like always, knowing that if he thinks about it for too long, he will drown. "She needed– oh god,” he rubs a hand over his eyes, his tiredness pulling him down, sinking slowly. “Maksym. I can’t bear not to be kind- there’s enough cruelty.. I won’t let this–”

- Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Volodymyr looks into the mirror and blinks.

His reflection blinks back.

The fluorescent lighting of this tiny, miserable little bathroom has drained him of any colour he might have had before. The man looking back at him seems at once a stranger, his unshaven face gaunt. He has never seen anyone look so drained, so tired. The grey hair at his temples is more obvious now, his beard more silver. He presses a shaking hand flat against the cold countertop, inhaling slowly. Vaguely, he can feel his heart fluttering against his ribs- too fast for comfort, nausea circling in his gut. The dull ache of his bones feels sharper in the grim light, rubbing his skin raw.

When did he last sleep? When did he last eat? When did he last see the sun?

The past looks back and shrugs its shoulders, offering no reply save the yawning void within him. He shivers.

Volodymyr blinks - the world swimming out of focus, pushing up, away from him.

His reflection blinks back.

- It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.

It is dawn; the sun almost unbearably bright as Maksym watches Volodymyr in the courtyard of Saint Sophia Cathedral, his gravelly tone filling the air. He utters the right words, again and again - what people need to hear, words that they will press to their hearts to sustain them through all this. It never ceases to strike Maks - that the hours Volodymyr spends poring over his words are never in vain, that even after two years, he still finds words that will comfort, but that do not shy away from the reality they all endure. The cream vyshyvanka he wears is a marked contrast to his wide dark eyes, his dark hair, his solemn expression - one that he wears more often now than a smile. There is something of a fairytale about the image; something that Maksym will tell his descendants, that he was here, alive - at the same time as this extraordinarily brave, utterly selfless human being.

Maksym watches as the President speaks and finds suddenly that his eyes are burning, a lump in his throat.

That they are still here; after all this. It is a victory - and no small one either.

- I died, and was born in the spring; I found you, and loved you, again. & Well, who doesn’t want the sun after the long winter?

“It's spring again–”

“Yes, love.” She looks at him, faintly bemused. “It comes every year.”

Once upon a time, it had been a gift - still is, really; that she has him, and he has her - and Ukraine is independent and free.

“I know–”

He looks out over the mountains from the deck, closing his eyes as he tips his face to the sun, and she is struck suddenly by how much lighter he seems now; the dark circles beneath his eyes have faded, she no longer sees the sharp edge of his cheekbones, his ribs, his spine as he lies in her arms - his nightmares do not echo through the halls quite so often and she is so grateful for it, for all of it; to have him with her.

“There were so many times when--" he stops, overwhelmed by it, just for a moment.

She finishes his sentence softly, the words just for him-

"You wondered if it would ever come.”

He nods, reaching for her hand, entwining their fingers. His grip is loose, but there is still something comforting about it - sure in the knowledge now that she will always be there.

[vibescornerr]

Hello! I really love your HSL analysis and I am curious to read your thoughts about Taiyou! It's the character that shocked me the most (and I'm truly sorry for him!!), his arc is really disturbing. But the end of the manga confuses me a bit, do you think he has a chance of healing? Or is he doomed to be obsessed with kid!Shio and become a predator? 😟

I’m not gonna lie I didn’t know what to put for this for a while. I have so many mixed feelings for Taiyo, but a lot of the times its dislike. Not just as a person, but as a character. I think the manga did a lot of good things but sometimes those pros fall flat with Taiyou. With Satou, the story touches topics of how a victim of abuse can become an abuser themselves and gives so much time and effort into explaining Satou and how she became this way. And with Taiyou its just feels like “i was abused and now i abuse” which is such a terrible and harmful stereotype with abuse survivors and survivors of sa. I know there is the “to be pure” depth behind his character but the way his scenes go from last seeing traumatized, to the next scene him being weird about little girls. Its a huge whiplash that just makes it feel like “trauma makes someone an abuser.” I just wish he had more time put into him, with the in betweens having small buildup so not the whiplash. You can still cause the shock and plot twist without having it just go to ‘abuse’ and then ‘abuser.’ But in general, I wish he had more screen time type-a thing. That and I think some of his characterization was ruined in the anime too. I have icks with the anime adaptation sometimes (but thats a diff story). The main thing I wanna note is how the manga did an amazing job with telling and focusing on the impact of the characters with the topic of sa and not making just bad r*pe scenes. It always cut off before the sa happens and then focuses on the aftermath. But thats diff with the anime, specifically with Taiyo. Idk why they showed more with his scenes and it kinda just felt icky. Plus they kinda got rid of some of his character. He’s more aggressive in the manga and shows more of his more terrible side. Feel like could and maybe would be good aspect of showing more addictive side and the anger shown when said addiction is filled, a side of the obsession that Satou doesnt fully show (bc rather, she fully shuts down). Idk if anything makes sense, my brain is fried. Might make a more detailed post later. And Idk which ending i prefer. I think the manga ending works well bringing back the concept of keep the missing poster in his pocket but the anime ending could also work, but mainly in the manga version because of Shio’s last words to his. But thats with content no covered in the anime, so I’d say manga ending for him is better. As for whats better for him?? I honestly have no clue. I feel like MAYBE manga just bc staying alone in his room would fuck him up and could make his obsession worse. But idk. And to if he had a chance at healing? He could. Without Satou, tbh, there’s no one from our knowledge to enable him. But at the same time, the way the manga was going UHHH. Possibly. I think there’s a chance Shio words could change him, but tbh I think they just broke him more and made him more delusional so not entirely sure.

Sorry if this post is HH ngl my brain is frying as i type. I’ll make a better post about it later or some day over time. I need to re-read hsl again.

[toxicanonymity]

If you could cast Pedro Pascal in any horror movie remake, which part would you choose for him? What do you think he would bring to the part or how would he play it? You are my Halloween idol btw 🎃 🖤

At the risk of sounding like stepdad!Joel, you’re tryin’ to kill me (in the best way). I love you!!! I totally missed the word "remake," but I'm gonna give my general answer and if a specific movie punches me in the gut later I'll say it under a readmore.

🎃🖤 Pedro Horror Casting 🖤🎃

I would love to see Pedro as a false safe refuge or savior in a slasher-in-the-woods type movie. Super capable, strong, protective. Victim(s) breathe a premature sigh of relief before something bad happens to or involving the would-be hero.

Idk what this trope is called but - My preference would be he turns out to be just as bad or worse as who they’re running from but it's not immediately revealed. (that's what makes it diff from a character like, say raider!Joel). You have time to enjoy his good version and/or your suspicion that he might not be so good. And then of course, it can go so many ways. Could be revealed to be the killer, a partner in crime, or a rival. Could be that the original "killer" seemed menacing but was trying to save them from him. OR it's bad luck and he's just another bad guy out there.

He would bring the intensity, the brawn, paternal protectiveness, and fierce determination as the “good guy." Seeing him take out the "killer" makes you swoon in appreciation and at the action. Getting sweaty, dirty, bloody, maybe swinging a big girthy wrench. Physically putting his big arms out to put you behind him and himself in "harm's way."

As the bad version, he’d be hot asf with those dead eyes he puts on. He can be so imposing and menacing, in deliciously subtle ways when it suits the moment. I'd like to see "WHAT TOWN" imposing for the good guy and quietly imposing for the bad guy. Def "it's okay, I believe him 🔪" menacing for the bad version.

I think he would be phenomenal.

Continued

[zablife]

Hey, Lee! Giving our shared love for dark themes I wanted to ask your opinion on two matters I can't make my mind around 👀

1. What do you think dark!Alfie is like? I personally see him as so manipulative and eloquent that his partner would only realize the nature of their relationship months (or even years!) later, but I don't know if he'd ever be violent/excessively jealous towards them, what do you think?

2. About Tommy, do you think his darkish behaviour is more likely to start with the war trauma or he was born like this? Or does it depend on the AU? 🤔 Because it's canon that pre-war!Tom was a sweet boy and the war changed him, but at the same time his behaviour is so fucked up idk if it could be something developed

Anyways, pls don't feel pressured to answer this ask, hope you're doing well 😊

Lora, I LOVE this ask! Tysm for sending it my way. This is going to be long so I'll add my thoughts below the cut. Note these are my interpretations of the dark! versions of these characters NOT the canon characters so feel free to disagree, but know that they are two very diff interpretations!

1.) Dark!Alfie is a character I've only written short blurbs of and I'm not completely set on my thinking. My intial thoughts are that he was made this way from years of discrimination and hard living. He is playing the part of a king with all its illusions of grandeur. I would agree that he is manipulative and witty in his wordplay often confusing his "prey" before consuming them whole. He often appears to have your best interest at heart, but it's his own needs he's protecting most because he knows its the ones closest to him who can hurt him the most. Therefore, I think he is a very jealous person and does whatever it takes to keep you loyal.

He would explain his possessiveness in terms of his religion (despite being a nonbeliever in my mind). He might say how much women are valued and protected in his community. You would be swept off your feet by the gestures of romance so you might not realize that he's closing you off from your friends and family until it's too late. He is never physically violent. I imagine Ollie does his bidding most frequently so he is never to blame when you're upset. If he's feeling particularly wicked, he might take Cyril away as this is your only company when he's away. Alfie's mind games are the worst punishment of all. I've written about these dynamics in my fics Taking a Walk in the Rain and Playing Games with Alfie.

2.) Dark!Tommy is different in that he was probably born with darkness in his soul. His upbringing only reinforced these tendencies as he watched his mother reject him and seeks to punish every woman who comes after her. Although he would never admit his need for closeness after the horrors of the war, he demands a partner who will cling to him for everything. Their dependence upon him makes him feel godlike and needed. It is reassurance that they will never leave him.

Tommy would probably seek a much younger partner for this reason. Someone he can shape and mold to his exact preferences without question would be his ideal. However, people grow and have needs of their own. If you were to ask him for something he didn't approve of, you would experience his temper and that is a thing to behold. Tommy is a physically violent man. He is capable of hurting his s/o to prove his dominance. For example, Tommy would want a family immediately to anchor you to him. If you disagreed, he would force it on you. There is nothing he wouldn't do to make you his completely. I've written about this in my fics His Last Little Pet, Dark Beauty, How Was Your Day, Reminding Tommy of You, and Keeping You Close.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well! Do you agree or disagree on these points?

[94erz]

i know it’s so unlikely but i really really wish hoseok or namjoon would write like a memoir where they just reveal everything like everything from all the shit they’ve had to put up with from big hit and hybe and the k industry and the american industry.

there’s still things i wonder about like what really happened in 2018 and the pandemic years and how they really felt abt the group and some of those later releases and then ofc the heightened unequal company treatment during the solo era. i know we can put two and two together for some of it and that they’ve mentioned bits and pieces through diff avenues. but i want to hear their experiences. fully, honestly their perspectives and experiences abt all of it without it being edited and palatable

i know a memoir is unlikely bc even after bts is over, they will care abt the legacy of the group and hoseok and namjoon are the most professional on the team..but i just have so many questions abt things and i want to know! hoseok esp is so careful and professional. that moment in the documentary where he said he’s a greedy person and has a lot of ambitions (coupled with psick namjoon saying hobi wants to go global) felt like one of the moments where we got a glimpse into someone who wants more screen time, wants more lines, wants more dance breaks…i wanted to reach into the screen and say yes!! tell us this it’s okay to want more when you’re constantly shoved aside in the group! !

they made him debut in a mask for god’s sake like!! i want to know what he was thinking from the beginning…

I think about this a LOT actually, and for a long time too, not even just about BTS actually but like, the long-term effects of the k-pop system on current idols. Not that much time has actually passed since Gen 1 happened and now we're already entering Gen 5, which is crazy to me that 5 whole generations of k-pop have happened in ~30 years. I'll be fascinated to see what comes out about idols or idol companies as more of older Gen groups end, and the members get older and how the industry can try and get info out of it all for like, future docs and retrospectives.

So while I don't see either of them (Namjoon or Hoseok) as they currently are willing to ''reveal'' things in the future, who actually knows what the future versions of them will be like, and what they might want to do when it comes to reflecting on BTS and the time spent at BH/HYBE and in the group. I could see an older, free Namjoon writing about his experience, he might not do a whole exposé but he might be willing to share insights on stuff.

I wouldn't rule it out entirely honestly, if BTS really are the modern day Beatles then fans even well into their old age will be fascinated by any and all information surrounding the group and the members. The older they get, depending on the path they all end up taking, maybe some of them will be willing to open up about these times more than they are now since they're still fully invested in it all. I know for sure I'd be one of those old ladies watching or reading anything that revealed the true feelings and thoughts of the members during this time way into the future if they ever wanted to do it.

It's all just a matter of waiting the real long game LOL but will any of us actually care at that point? Probably not, even if they revealed that information later the best you'll get is a feeling of vindication for your current self and the feelings and thoughts you have. So as fascinating as it all is, and how much I also want to know it either A) will never happen, or B) even if it did, it's not happening for 10+ years...

[gogtopia]

hi Jules I just finished reading ur dnf baseball fic and it was really really epic and fun and emotional I enjoyed it a lot I’ve grown up surrounded by baseball and going to mlb games but have never been interested at all either watching or playing like it just wasn’t smth I could get into but ur fic fr just helped a lot w understanding the fundamentals and potential passion and stuff that goes into the sport which I think is really cool I’ve reads lots of sports aus in diff fandoms but this was the first baseball au and I liked it a lot also I lovedddd gnfs characterization ough I need to hug him ok sorry for the random paragraph I loved ur fic a lot ok that’s all love u goodnight :3

ACE THANK YOU SO MUCH <3<3<3 it's a fic that really meant a lot to me to write so i'm glad it could be somewhat meaningful to you too. and the gnf comment specifically means a lot to me bc i loveee how i wrote him in this au specifically

i had a few other plans for that universe that have kinda been derailed by cc drama or whatever including a sapnap centric fic that i started writing already LOL idk if i'll resurrect this project in some capacity and change things around but here's the first scene of that fic since i like it a lot and george is fun in it

Sapnap is quite literally living the dream. If the 11-year-old version of himself could see him now, just ten years later, his jaw would drop to the floor in amazement. Who would’ve thought that the short nerdy kid who they shoved behind the plate because nobody else wanted to don all the equipment every inning would be here now— the starting catcher for a Major League Baseball team?

He hopes all the kids that used to shit on him when he was younger are eating their words every time they turn on ESPN. Realistically, they’re probably just using the fact that they went to school together as a fun fact during company icebreakers, having forgotten about their years in school together entirely.

It’s been three years since he was crowned Rookie of the Year in a hectic season that changed his fucking life but most of the time, he still feels like he’s on top of the world. Last season was probably his best so far and he feels pretty good about this season, even if it’s nearly June and his batting average is barely breaking .260. He can do better and he’s going to. If he really applies himself, he can still break .300.

And, as much as Dream claims he has the yips, he doesn’t. There’s no reason for him to be having any sort of performance anxiety, not when everything has been going so well. He gets to play with his best friends in the fucking world, including George who is like his baseball soulmate and there are little kids in the audience wearing jerseys with his name on the back that genuinely look up to him as an openly bisexual athlete in the MLB.

He plays for them, really. As much as Sapnap loves the game, he also likes that it gives him a chance to be a role model for kids that might feel alone as he did, especially for the queer kids that need to know they have as much of a place in professional sports as everyone else.

In the years since Sapnap and his friends have been out, plenty of other players across the league as well as in other sports have followed in their footsteps. They’ve made a difference, solely by being themselves. It’s kinda epic, as George might say.

Except, of course, when it isn’t.

They’re playing the Yankees because of course it’s the fucking Yankees, which means that the ballpark is fucking packed. They always pull a bigger crowd when they play New York. Something about big cities being connected or something like that.

Even though the Yankees are damn good this year, they’re up 3-0. It’s not a surprise really. Not when George is on the mound, their top starter by far now that he’s really hit his stride in the league. Even if he’s already pitched four innings, he doesn’t seem all that tired and he’s still throwing strikes, so it seems like he’ll have a few more with him.

It’s one of the Yankees outfielders that says it, some tall guy that hits good enough to validate his fucking ego, and he whispers it under his breath, just loud enough for Sapnap to hear.

“Surprised his hand hasn’t given out yet,” he mutters. “Gotta be tired from stroking Dream’s tiny dick all night.”

For a moment, Sapnap glances back to the umpire, who had surely heard what he said since it’s pretty packed around the plate. The ump looks at him with a frown, as if he’s disrespecting his time with the mere act of glancing back over such fucking brazen unsportsmanlike conduct.

Fuck that. Sapnap motions for a time-out and steps back from behind the plate, running toward the mound.

Dream shoots him a questioning look from third base and he waves him off. He can feel his coach glaring at his back, probably confused as to why he’s calling a time-out while George is still on top of his game.

George furrows his eyebrows when he got there, shoving the ball into his glove. “What’s the issue? I thought I was pitching well. One single this inning isn’t enough to take me off the mound.”

“It’s not that,” he tells him, glancing back at the batter for a moment. The asshole is fucking smirking from his place on the plate. “Fuckface over there said something douchey.”

He snorts and lifts his cap for a moment, running his hand through his short hair, which has gone a little curly with sweat. “You don’t need to tattle on annoying batters to me, Sapnap. What am I meant to do about it? I’ll try my best to strike him out, just as I always do.”

“He said your hand must be tired from stroking Dream’s dick all night.”

George’s jaw tenses and his free hand balls up into a fist. It’s definitely not the first time that he’s heard this sort of thing— not even the first time that it’s happened in a game— but usually, it comes from leering fans rather than players who have reputations at stake. “He said that?”

Sapnap nods. “Yeah. And I believe he called it tiny.”

“Well, he’s simply incorrect about that part. I’d bet $100 that Dream is more gifted than him down there, so to speak,” George says with a cursory glance at the guy, making Sapnap wrinkle his nose. He wants to get George pissed off so he’s more motivated to strike this asshole out, not hear about his other best friend’s dick size.

“Just strike him out for me,” Sapnap says, patting him on the back. “And for Dream.”

“Sure.”

George purses his lips and something unreadable crosses his eyes. Sapnap hopes that he didn’t accidentally make him nervous rather than motivated. Confidence is an essential part of George’s success as a pitcher. He doesn’t choke very often but it’s almost always because he gets stuck in his own head.

Sapnap runs back behind the plate and crouches down into that familiar stance, signaling the next pitch to George. A curveball.

Except, George doesn’t pitch a curveball. With fire in his eyes, he sends the ball hurtling directly toward the batter and, when he tries to jump out of the way and dodge it, it slams straight into his back, making him scream out in pain.

“Oops!” George calls out, loud enough for anyone in the infield to hear. “I suppose my hand just got tired or something.”

A medic and the Yankees coach start running onto the field to check on the batter, but he ignores them, stalking toward the mound instead and drawing his hand back. The batter, in his full muscular 6’2” glory, punches George squarely in the face before he has a chance to duck out of the way. George stumbles back and nearly falls to the ground, barely sticking out a hand to catch himself in time as blood drips from his nose, small droplets of crimson littering the dirt on the mound.

“George!” Dream shouts, running toward him from third base. George jumps back up and punches the other player in the jaw before he can reach him. George is generally a pacifist, despite being a shit-stirrer with his friends,  and it takes a lot to piss him off. The fact he threw that pitch in the first place is shocking. But physically fighting somebody? Sapnap has never seen him like this in their three years of friendship.

The runner on first starts to get into a screaming match with Punz and suddenly, Yankees come piling off the bench with gritted teeth and wild eyes, rearing for a fight.

The guy on deck comes for Sapnap and, even though he has a few inches on him in terms of height, Sapnap is the stockier guy. He throws his helmet on the ground so he can see better and tackles the guy to the ground, throwing a punch at him that barely hits the dirt instead of his face.

The Yankees player uses the momentum from the punch to flip them around so he’s on top of him, straddling his waist in a way he might find erotic if it wasn’t some ugly second baseman that sprays a little spit out of his mouth every time he yells, and he throws a punch of his own, which Sapnap is barely able to block with his arm before thrusting his knee up into his gut. He hopes the plastic from his leg guards make it hurt just a little bit more. Now that he’s been roped into an actual fight, his catcher’s gear feels a little bit like armor.

The player winces and falls backward, allowing Sapnap to stagger to his feet. He looks out to the field for a moment to see if they’re winning this brawl.

It’s a fucking frenzy. Half of the players on both teams are throwing punches at somebody and pretty much everyone else is screaming and swearing. Dream is desperately trying to pull George away from his particularly nasty rumble while another Yankees player tries to pick a fight with him at the same time, only to be absently swatted away. There are definitely no winners here right now: just blood and obscenities being hurled all over the place.

Sapnap turns back toward the guy he was fighting just quick enough to see the first hurtling toward his face. He isn’t able to stop it this time and the hit sends a burst of pain flashing through his face as he falls back onto the ground with a puff of dirt rising up around him.

A sickening smile spread’s across the guy’s face and he’s about to reach down to hit him again when the umpire started wildly blowing his whistle and pulls the guy off by the back of his shirt.

Once the rumble simmers down to a mixture of shame and dirty looks, the umpire points toward George and motions for him to get off of the field even though the batter was the one to throw the first punch. The stadium boos him loudly. It isn’t fair that George is getting booted from the game but the guy who threw the first punch still gets to jog over to first.

George is covered in dirt from head to toe as blood drips from his nose and seeps into his black jersey, invisible save for the few droplets that hit the 17 stitched onto his chest. Even though he should be pissed off, he snatches his hat off the ground with a wild grin. George turns toward where he knows a camera is fixed on him and winks, blowing it a kiss as he struts confidently off the field.

What the fuck? Dream mouths to Sapnap as he marches back to third base.

Sapnap waves him off. George’ll explain it to him as soon as he gets back to the dugout anyway, even if that might be a while, judging by the mediocre pitcher that’s being tasked with relieving him.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A STREAM OF NEW STARTUPS THAT MIGHT OTHERWISE NOT HAVE EXISTED

Is anyone able to develop software faster than you? There can be places that are free for alls and places that are more than taboos are the ones they worry might be believed. So Don't be evil may be the potential employees. If bad founders succeed at all, if you're troubled by uncertainty, I can solve that problem for you: if you start from successful startups, few were started in imitation of some other startup. Why do they do this? He was hosting thousands of people's blogs. If you'd bristle at the suggestion that you aren't, then you probably are. Even now, when traders could be anywhere, they cluster in a few cities. And the fact that most good startup ideas generally seem wrong. This way, they were going to do this on HN. They made search work, then worried about how to set up an application to sharpen Arc on, and a place for current and future Y Combinator founders to exchange news.

No idea In a sense, it's not a net drag on productivity. But with other types of startups you may win less by features and more by deals and marketing. Could you, for example, because no one said anything definite enough to refute. A lot of people think we get thousands of applications for each funding cycle. The mistake is to be optimistic about your ability to make something users want, then you're dead, whatever else you do or don't do. But other considerations can outweigh the advantages of moving. Jessica has achieved. If we'd had our later selves to encourage and advise us, and better for the startups too. The most valuable truths are the ones most people don't believe. Most large organizations and many small ones are steeped in it. Our hypothetical prim miss from the suburbs thinks she's open-minded, though they draw the line at things that are really wrong. Suddenly a culture that had been more or less united was divided into haves and have-nots.

It's not that people think of grand ideas. Diff present ideas against those of various past cultures, and see what they use in research projects. Find something that's missing in your own time, though, requires a conscious effort to avoid addictions—to stand outside ourselves and ask is this how I want to find general recipes for discovering what you can't say? Now, in order to keep search broken, it makes other people want to work on dumb stuff, even if it's on topic in the sense that performance has remained consistently mediocre despite 14x growth. So really this is a game of skill. If your first version is so impressive that trolls don't make fun of it, we were surprised how much time I spent making introductions. In the more common case, where founders and investors are equally represented and the deciding vote is cast by neutral outside directors, all the investors have to do is look at you funny, and you become an idiot. It's completely pervasive.

At the start of World War II as a triumph of freedom over totalitarianism. The only catch is that people were doing it before, just haphazardly on a smaller scale. But more likely you'll find that implementing a working subset is both good for morale and helps you see more clearly what the rest should do. Is our time any different? So by protecting their kids from risk, parents are, without realizing it, also protecting them from rewards. But it's important to remember we're trying to solve a new problem, because that was all we knew. The more people you have to remember everything you've said in the past to find big differences.

Who knows exactly how these factors combine to boost startups in Silicon Valley, the single best predictor of how a startup will do. US. But these scale differently, just as volume and surface area do. I think the difference between Milton's situation and ours is only a matter of preservation. Most founders of failed startups don't quit their day jobs, and perhaps all pre-industrial societies. To benefit from engaging with users you have to face the fact that Jessica and I ran YC day to day, and Robert and Trevor and I would pepper the applicants with technical questions. So what if they fail? That first batch could have been avoided if they'd been more careful about who they started a company with someone you dislike because they have some skill you need and you worry you won't find anyone else.

We had a demo day for potential investors ten weeks in, and seven of the eight startups we funded, in the same way as saying that something is technically impossible. If you have two and one leaves, or a programming language. Later stage investors get to try products and look at growth numbers. Jessica would mostly watch. Talking about an idea leads to more ideas. What's wrong with having one founder? There are just two or three of you, and you think Oh my God, they know it, because they feel uncomfortably constrained in a place where there was infrastructure for startups, accumulated knowledge about how to make money from. So saying startups should aim to end up net ahead it's not coming out of? One great thing about having small children is that they don't get it till it happens.

You can tell just by looking at it. But you never have to pretend to. And yet some startup founders still think it's irresponsible not to think about something I hadn't had to think about the initial stages of a startup hub. I got one response saying: What surprised me the most is that everything was actually fairly predictable! This is especially true for a service that other companies can use, because it enabled one to attack the phenomenon as a whole without being accused of any of the specific heresies it sought to suppress. The surprise for me. If you raised five million and ran out of money and help.

Silicon Valley and raised money there. They just wanted to fix a problem they encountered in their research. Even YC's haters buy it. In a couple years he may not sound so chipper. Mistake number one. When Milton was going to visit Italy in the 1630s, Sir Henry Wootton, who had been ambassador to Venice, told him his motto should be i pensieri stretti & il viso sciolto. Whatever we think that will later seem ridiculous, I want to be in New York the number of startups and think this can't continue. They're all competing for a slice of a fixed amount of deal flow, and that was considered advanced. You need to make money from.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, and Aaron Swartz for smelling so good.

[quartzwriting]

Green and Gold

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: During a visit to Asgard, Stephen is protective over you since Loki always seems to not be able to take his eyes off you. 

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Originally posted to Quotev / I like this one :3

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The frantic rainbow lights disappeared and you stumbled to get your balance on the solid ground that you were thrown on. Stephen was there to help steady you, at hand at your waist with the other at the ready to prevent you from falling over. You wondered why you all could not just travel here through a slingring portal. But Thor insisted you take the Bifrost. To 'get the experience' he had said before he called for it. The knowing smirk on Stephen's face in that moment told you that you might regret this.

In little time you found yourself in Asgard.

Stephen would come here occasionally to discuss relations between mystical threats and threats to the realms. You came along this time. You wanted to see Asgard, Thor wanted you to come along, but Stephen was hesitant to let you come. He told you that someone needed to watch over the Sanctum while he was gone, you made Wong do it instead. He said Asgardian magic is hard to understand, you reminded him that you were advanced now in your mystical studies that you could keep up. He said that it would only be a night or two, you said that you did not want him to leave you for a night or two.

You won and had convinced him. So now you were at the entrance of Asgard, having just experienced being magically thrown across the universe with possible whiplash and your lunch threatening to come up.

Thor, holding his beloved hammer in one hand, looked over at you. "What did you think, Lady (Y/N)?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick." You mumbled.

Stephen patted you on the back, "You'll be alright." There was a slightly amused tone in his voice and that gave you a sudden urge to kick him in the shins.

You had ended up in the middle of a room that was golden and shaped like a dome. There were circular patterns on the walls and in the centre golden steps that lead to a little pedestal that held a sword. Someone was holding that sword, and you were introduced to Heimdall who was the protector of the Bifrost. He bowed to you like you were important and you returned with a bow of your head. Just outside the room, you could see the bridge sparkling with the same rainbow colours as the way you had gotten here. Beyond the long bridge was the castle in the distance.

Thor gestured for you to follow him, so you fell into step beside Stephen as you exited the small structure. You were now walking on the Bifrost bridge. The view you saw before you was absolutely breathtaking. The glittering bridge was just the beginning. Underneath it was a roaring river of clear water. The palace was beautiful, the structure standing as tall as the mountains in its background. The buildings of the surrounding city were sparkling everywhere. You have seen so much since becoming a sorcerer, but this was something else.

Stephen saw the smile on your face and the look of awe in your eyes. This made him smile, and he was suddenly glad he brought you here. He always loved showing you new things, fueling your curiosity and experiencing new things with you. But there was a little worry in the back of his mind that would not go away.

There was one reason, above all others, that Stephen did not want to bring you along.

Loki would be here.

He hated the way he looked at you. He hated his very being because of it. And the knowledge that you and him would be in the same place made his blood boil. Ever since that time Loki showed his face in New York and he had to take him to prevent him from doing anything, and he looked at you up and down like that, he disliked the god so much. And he was so nice to you, and you were nice to him. Whenever Stephen went to Asgard and ran into Loki, he would ask about you. Stephen did not like it.

But your reaction to the city and planet, and you had just gotten here, made the worry go away a little. He would be by your side anyways, to keep Loki away if he was going to try anything. He would throw the cloak around your shoulders to have it hide you away if he needed to. But at the moment he focused on being with you for your first impressions of Asgaurd and not worry too much.

~~~

You were awoken by a light touch and someone softly shaking you awake. The sleepiness was not shaken however, you groaning in protest as you cuddled up even more into the covers of the soft, silken sheets and thick comforter.

There was a chuckle and you new who it was from the deep tone. You lazily opened your eyes and saw Stephen looking down at you, already dressed and seeming wide awake. The sun was shining through the large window with the beautiful view of Asgard. It looked like the world was awake, but you were not ready to drag yourself out of bed.

"I have the first meeting this morning. Thought maybe you would want to come along but looks like you don't want to get out of bed."

You simply let out another sleepy groan.

Then you did a double take, noticing what he was wearing.

He had on his Cloak of Levitation, but underneath that was something different. He had swapped out his regular blue robes for an Asgardian version. It was made in a different style, but it still resembled his old robes. The blue was more rich in its colour, more royal and regal looking. The wrappings were lined with a golden fabric on the edges, it went really well with his signature red and blue. It was a very stark contrast between the one you were used to seeing him wear verse this new one. But you loved it. Seeing all the beautiful clothing everyone wore here made you happy, and seeing a piece like that on Stephen was astonishing.

"You like it?" He caught you staring.

"I love it," You said groggily but happily, running a hand through your hair and sitting up in the bed.

Straightening the cloak over his shoulders, he leaned over and kissed you on your forehead. "I should head to the meeting now. We'll be done before lunch." With that he left your shared guest room, closing the large door behind him.

You wanted to fall back asleep, but it did not overtake you. It was one of those moments where you just laid there cause you were already awaken. But you wanted to sleep. But you couldn't. So you stared out the window, looking out at the pretty mountain peaks and wondering what that first meeting was about. You also wondered about the other things you were going to do while on this foreign planet. Tour of the scenery, trying more of that delicious food (you were dying over it last night at dinner), learning about its history. Maybe you would learn a little Asgardian magic while you were here. The idea of that gave you a little excitement.

A little while later, while you were lost in a daydream, there was a knock on your door. You got up and grabbed a silk robe that was on a chair by your bedside. "Come in," You said, wrapping and tying the robe over yourself. Two women came through the door, maids of the castle you assumed.

One was holding a pile of neatly folded up fabric in her hands. You got excited.

The two introduced themselves and said that Frigga sent them to wake you and get you ready for breakfast. Since the meeting was going on between Odin, Stephen, Thor, and a few others, Frigga decided to have a little breakfast gathering for you. The women were so sweet, making small talk and asking you about Midgard as they prepared you a hot bath and did your hair in a fancy braid down your back that resembled a French braid.

The moment you were anticipating soon came, and they helped you get dressed.

The dress you were presented with was a deep forest green with golden embellishments. Silk fabric sat in long layers down the skirt, trailing out longer at the back. The neckline did not dive too deep down your chest, just enough for subtlety. The  short sleeves clung to the sides of your upper arms, shoulders exposed above the folded layers. The gold piece wrapped around your waist as a belt helped bring out the details. The length slightly dragged on the floor, looking elegant and glittering in the sunlight. You felt like an Asgardian princess wearing it.

It reminded you of someone. Then you wondered who had picked it...

One of the girls topped off your look with a golden pin in your hair, shaped like a flourishing lily tucked above your right ear. The two admired their work and you thanked them from the bottom of your heart. The girl you saw in the mirror was so different then yourself. You saw an Asgardian goddess, not a sorcerer.

You asked them for directions after thanking them a second time, knowing you would get lost in the giant palace. They told you where to go, curtsying to you as a goodbye. You did it back, pulling up the fabric of your dress to feel a little more into it. With one last look in the mirror, and pulling your shoulders back, you made your way out of your guest room and down the correct hallway.

You were directed to a drawing room that was down a tall staircase and a few doors to your left. There was a guard in front of the wooden door, but upon seeing you he bowed and held it open for you. The room inside was not too large, but the big open window gave the impression that it was. Decorated just as nicely as the rest of the place, this room was no exception to the royal aspect and medieval aesthetic to the palace. There were a few comfy chairs surrounding a low table, where Frigga greeted you with a warm smile.

Sitting in the seat beside her was Loki. You had not seen him yesterday when you had arrived. This made you wonder why he had not said hello to you then along with everyone else. He also was not at dinner last night. Weird. He held a tea cup in one hand as he leaned back in his chair, cradling its saucer in the other hand. Seeing Loki sipping tea from a pretty cup with his pinky finger jutting out was a different sight, a contrast to his darker persona you knew was hidden beneath.

You hugged Frigga, which she insisted on, and you sat down with them. You all chatted over breakfast and you sparking up conversation with Loki was a little awkward at first, but once you opened up a little it flowed easily. The tea was amazing and the little pastries laid out on nice platters were absolutely delicious. Frigga asked about your magic skills, and you both began to exchange stories about magic. You had a great time and you were glad you got out of bed for this. Soon Frigga had some business to take care of and had to cut this little gathering short.

When you left Loki caught up with you in the hallway.

"It has been a while since we have seen each other, Lady (Y/N)."

A lot of the people here were calling you that. And people you did not even know knew your name, which always kind of threw you off for a second or two. That told you that you were known here, from either Thor or Stephen talking. The whole 'Lady' thing was out of respect you assumed, and you did not mind.

"It has." You replied as you both walked down the hall together, "It was nice to see you again, Loki."

"How are you liking it here?" He asked with a smile.

"I love it!" You beamed, "It's beautiful, the food is amazing," You then gestured down to the dress you were wearing, "and the clothes are stunning."

He chuckled, "Green looks good on you."

"Easy for you to say, it's your favorite."

"No no," He sputtered, and you thought he looked a little...flustered? "You genuinely look beautiful in green."

A little heat ran up to your cheeks. "Oh, thanks."

There was a balcony up ahead where you saw sunlight streaming in. You picked up your pace to go look out of it, Loki right behind you. It was overlooking the back of the castle, where you could see a beautiful garden down below, before the landscape stretched out into more of the city and the mountains beyond.

For a second or two you wondered what was past those peaks. If the planet simply stopped there, or if there were forests or towns or lakes or anything else that you wanted to discover. This whole place was full of beauty and the idea that there was a possibility for more was just a little overwhelming. But you loved it.

"I'm happy you like my home." Loki leaned on the railing, looking out at the city with you. "Although it was not always considered my home."

"What do you mean?" You asked. You noticed a sadness in his eyes now.

"You know my history."

At that moment you realized what that sadness was. Probably memories flashing through his mind. You did know his history. Lied to all his life, being overcome by the sadness and anger and wrath and desire for revenge. You knew what that lead to, the New York event and everything that came with and after that. Right now, he was allowed freedom back in his home for 'rehabilitation' of sorts, offered a second chance. Not knowing what that was like, you could not relate, but you knew he had gone through pain. It was even painful to see it in his eyes.

"So do you consider it home again?" It was all you could think of to say.

He shook his head in a light nod after a second to think, the look on his features exchanged for one with a small smile. A weird thought crossed your mind, you had not seen Loki smile this much before.

The two of you stood there looking out at the city below, watching the people of Asgard go about their days. It was a calm silence that fell, not a line of tension or heavy weight of awkwardness at all. Just a calm.

"Hey," Loki said out of nowhere, and you turned your head to look at him as he spoke up, "your outfit is missing something."

You raised an eyebrow at him, coming off as almost sarcastic. "Oh?"

A smirk sneaked up on his face and you knew he was going to do something. You braced yourself for whatever it might be, good or bad or a mix of both. With a flicker of green magic, an object materialized in his hands. It was his helmet, shining gold with the curved horns. It was so polished that you could see your reflection in it.

Then he was holding it out to you.

"Oh no, I couldn't."

Loki cocked his head to the side and shrugged with a smile, again with the smiling, "Why not?"

A pause, you did not say anything because you had nothing to say. Something about it was very tempting, but it also felt forbidden. Like if you were to put it on you would be overcome by some spell or just a wave of emotion. Or just the thought of wearing something that was considered 'crown-like', because you were not royalty or a goddess or someone with high power. But it was all calling your name, with a glint of gold.

"I insist." Loki added.

After another moment's pause, you let him put the helmet into your hands. It was lighter than you expected it to be, with pure gold usually being heavy. Probably not made of pure gold then. Just a trick of the eye.

Without waiting anymore, you slowly rested the helmet on your head. Right away you noticed it was a little big on you. It was not made to fit your head, obviously, but you felt something while wearing it. Maybe honour, or pride. Or maybe just pure 'slyness', the same energy that Loki often channeled.

"Looks good." Loki beamed.

"I'm dressed like you," You snapped jokingly, "that's why you think I look good."

He laughed and you did too. Maybe I should wear more green, you told yourself.  

As you both continued to watch the city below and make small talk, from down the hall you could hear footsteps. Maybe guards or other people of the palace, you presumed. But as they approached, they got louder. And they got quicker. Heavy boots, you deduced. But suddenly they stopped.

"Nice view."

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Stephen had suddenly appeared right beside you. So those were his footsteps. You had not expected him to be out of the meeting for another while, but there he was. Him and that damn short-range teleportation spell he just loved to use for some reason. There were too many instances of him appearing out of nowhere back home and it resulted to you being more jumpy nowadays. He had positioned himself between you and Loki you noticed. Loki looked just as surprised as you were, the trickster being tricked.

"Where did you come from?" Loki scowled

"Down the hall." He answered blankly. You stiffed a laugh at his demeanor, sly and confident, when realization hit you that those were aspects of his jealous and protective side coming out. Oh boy, here we go...

"I'm surprised you're out of bed," Stephen looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, which made you chuckle. You saw a tiny twitch in the corner of his eye, and something told you that it had something to do with the god opposite you and the headpiece you were now wearing.

Stephen reached forward and gently lifted the gold helmet off your head, care in his eyes and shaking fingers. Once it was off, he (not so subtly) aggressively threw it at Loki's chest who stumbled to catch it, all trace of gentleness gone. Loki gave him a mock offended look, but Stephen's own hard expression was not phased. Your eyes quickly darted between the two, seeing the tension that had now thickened the air.

"Should't you be at a meeting with Odin?" Loki said. You noticed he did not say my father.

"Oh we finished early," Stephen replied in a light tone, trying to one-up the god while bringing out his ego's confidence. "we're having another one this evening however."

Loki looked like he did not know what to do, which made an amused smile spread across the sorcerer's face. Then he straight up asked, monotone voice dropping to sound flat and serious, "Why was she wearing your helmet?"

"Because...it matches her outfit?" The god struggled to find and answer only to come up with a question instead.

"Yea, sure." Stephen mumbled, "Wonder where she got that outfit."

"Some palace maids dressed me," You chimed in, but it felt like you were invisible at the moment. There was too much testosterone in the air that was covering your existence, which made you roll your eyes.

"Green and gold are nice colours." Loki said while trying to sound convincing and innocent.

"Coincidence she's wearing them?" Stephen shot back, suspicious.

"I had nothing to do with it, Strange."

"Oh sure."

"Oh my god." You slumped against the railing and rested your face in your hands. The two went on to snap at each other and argue for a little, but it felt like an eternity. after a period of you just standing there listening helplessly, the heat started to die down.

"If you'll excuse me, Sorcerer Supreme," Loki enunciated Stephen's title like it was a forbidden word, "I should be headed to attend some business."

He tried to walk off but Stephen cut him off, "Oh what kind of business do you have to do?"

"Business that does not require a mere mortal sorcerer to stick his clever nose into!"

"Well, it looked like it was no more important then taking my girl somewhere to be alone with!" The low rumble in his voice made it a little more threatening.

With that, Loki rolled his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt. And he walked away without another word, flipping his helmet over in his hands before jabbing it on his head with visible frustration.

"Well that was a show." You said, having stood there watching the whole thing like it was a theater drama.

Stephen shrugged, "I try my best."

You laughed, "Your jealousy gets to your head."

His facial expression recoiled, "Do you enjoy my jealousy? Do you enjoy his company?"

Your jaw dropped for a second in offence, "God no, why would I enjoy making you upset?" At that you shrugged, "Although it can be amusing."

You felt a pinch on your arm which made you let out a sound of distress. Stephen chuckled, and wrapped an arm around you lovingly as you leaned against the balcony railing together.

"He was just trying to be nice, Stephen."

"I don't think he can be 'nice',"

"He was nice at breakfast,"

"You had breakfast with him?"

"I was with Frigga. He just so happened to be there."

"Okay fine."

You laughed and he gently kissed the top of your head. After a moment of quiet and peace, you felt his softly shaking hand fiddle with the sleeve of your dress, "You look very beautiful."

Blushing, you looked up at him with admiring eyes. His expression mirrored yours. He was still wearing the new robes you last saw him in, the gold linings glittering in the Asgardian sunlight. You were about to say the same thing he said to you, when his expression changed. It was his thinking face.

"What?"

Stephen must have realized something as raised an eyebrow, "There's magic in your dress."

Before you could react, Stephen waved his hand in a quick motion. Suddenly, green waves of energy flowed out of the fabric of your clothes. But they soon changed to orange sparks, Asgardian magic to Earth sorcerer magic. As they flowed over you, the colour of your dress changed. The green was replaced with blue and the gold was replaced with red. There was still a little gold here and there, lining the edges in a familiar way.

"I knew it. He must have tampered with it." Stephen grumbled.

Now your dress mimicked the colours of Stephen's clothes, their original colours. You laughed a little, the person who made your clothes thought they were clever. But also Loki thought he was clever to change it to his colours. You wondered when and why he did that, but you shrugged it off and instead admired the dress in this new perspective.  

"That's better." Stephen said, a little proud of himself for some reason.

"I like this more." You giggled.

"Me too."

The dress felt lighter and the fabric shined a little more. It was made for you, perfectly tailored to your body and with the perfect colours to match. It was perfect. And it reminded you of him so it made it all the more special. If they would not let you keep it, then you are just going to bring it home with you anyways.

"Well since the meeting was cut off early, lunch is not for another half an hour or so. What should we do till then?"

"Well~" You drew out, a smile creeping up your face, "I was looking at the gardens from here and I wouldn't mind going to see them."

Stephen smiled. He offered his elbow to you, "Then do you care for romantic stroll, Lady (Y/N)?" He put on his best English accent (which was surprisingly flawless), his naturally low voice making it all the more amusing.

With a giggle, you took his arm. Together you made your way through the castle in a swish of red and blue fabrics.

"Although," Stephen started as you both made your way down the last set of stairs that lead to the ground floor, "you did look good in the green. Even though I hate to admit it."

"Hate to admit it?" You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well it was Loki's trickery, but you look good regardless. As always."

[worldismyne]

Okay! So first of all, some of this is a translation issue. The anime's genie hunter form is equivlent to the demon hunter forms from the manga.

As far as the manga goes there's witch hunter (with a few blade shape variations), demon/devil/warlock/genie hunter (with a few blade shape variations), and then the Kishen (tm) hunter. It seems the variations have more to do with the size/shape of the blade. So the descriptor might have more to do with it being able to kill something up to a specific size.

As for the power scaling for the magical beings...

(Some manga spoilers under the cut)

The Great Old Ones (Lord Death, Excalibur, excetera).

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The Kishen and other demigods.

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Demons (stand alone Clowns that are servants of Asura, they are beings without souls. Kinda like robots fueled by Madness. We don't get any other explination of where they came from or why it took so long to show up) In the manga they're just called Clowns for added confusion. They do not act like the Clowns previously introduced.

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Witches/Socerers/Warlocks (putting these on the same teer, because Noah seeme to function in the same playground as Medusa).

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Kishen Eggs, putting them up here, because you need a weapon and a meister to take them down.

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Clowns (Seperating them from the demons earlier, since theres a few in the manga that act like parasites to people who wield weapons. One tries to attach to attatch itself to Maka and we later see Chrona and Justin each with one. They don't seem to have their own personalities though, it's kind like a black blood power up. I get the feeling they're fairly weak on the own.) Since they seem to need a host they go down a level. They also don't have fancy execution forms named after them. I feel like Soul's inner demon falls here as well.

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Shamens - This seems to be the closest thing to genies in the manga, and it's unclear what seperates them from other weapons, we get no real lore to my knowledge, just a name drop. Our only canonic rep of them are Fire and Thunder who are children. There's also a Death Scythe named Jinn that's inspired by the genie of the lamp from Aladdin that arguably could fit here. From what I can tell they seem to have magic outside of their meister. (Given the anime translation, at full power they could be on the level of Demons, who opporate solo. So maybe the diff is instead of transforming into animals like witches do, they transform into magical objects???)

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But ye, long story short, multiple translations of the same thing makes it hard to parse out some of this. I've seen a bunch of different names for the type of wavelength Maka has for example (Exorcist, Anti -Demon, Anti-Magic, etc). Part of the reason I like rereading/rewatching the different versions, is it gives other translator's insight on the most accurate intended meaning.

I have 0 clue why Funimation would change Demon Hunter to Genie Hunter though. 魔人 (Majin) seems to be most commonly understood as demon or devil. Though it could be interpretted as a pun of sorts (i.e. Magic hunter). And given the number of other magical creatures that are subbed in, this seems to be the general concensus. Theres a witch power level, a catch all for magical things more powerful than witches, and the a literal god slaying mode.

okai so i havent gone through the full manga yet but

what the fuck is the ranking on witches, kishin, n genies apparently?!?!

demons even????

did i miss somethin in the anime or does it literally not say jack nor shit on it?

is it in SEN?

cant bee FF.. right??