#mischief? chess? theater??

[anna-scribbles]

when it says felix is england's youngest graduate do we think that means high school or college

[mad-musician-mayhem]

Spring 2021

Alto B *puts an orange in Theater S’s backpack*

Alto L *takes orange out and put it in Alto B’s hoodie hood*

Most of the Altos, Flute K, Baseball J, Chess A, Bass Clarinet A, and several Trombones witness this.

Halloween 2021

Alto B *enters grumpily*

Alto L: Didn’t like your oranges?

Alto B: Yeah, it was weird but… WAIT!!!

October 30, 2021

Alto L to Alto H and Theater S: So I live kinda near Alto B. And tonight is door bell night…

Alto H: You aren’t going to…

Theater S: Oranges?

Alto L: Oranges!

Back to Halloween 2021

Alto B: THAT WAS YOU?!?

Alto L: Who else would have the means, motive, and opportunity?

Alto B: YOU PUT A BUCKET OF, LIKE 10 ORANGES ON MY PORCH?

Alto L: It was 15.

Alto B: What?

Alto L: The bucket had 15 oranges in it.

Alto B *sputtering*: Why???

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H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N

Alto L: You didn’t read them?

Alto B: WHY WOULD I READ THEM???

Note:

Alto B is just used to it at this point. It has continued on. Nearly the entire band knows the joke at this point. It has expanded to apples and pears last year. He hides things back now.

Alto L: Who put 17 string cheese in my bag?

Alto B: You finally found them? It’s been 2 weeks?!

Alto L: Why 17?

Alto B: Because that’s how many I could get from everyone that day at lunch.

[takaraphoenix]

Stiles Summer Stories 2024!

So I have decided to dedicated my @writersmonth to Stiles. But there is so much I want to write about him and the Hale Pack that it's hard to put it in order and decide, so I am open to suggestions!

Pick a prompt duo from the list that's not crossed out yet and make me a Stiles-centric suggestion:

romantically only: Sterek, Steter, or both in a "Stiles has two hands" sense

platonically, especially anything Hale Pack (Derek, Peter, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Cora, Jackson, I'm throwing Lydia and Danny in there too, and depending on canon divergence also Allison and Scott. Also the sheriff), either the whole pack or any individual dynamic

general Stiles concepts like Pack Mom Stiles, human Alpha Stiles, Spark Stiles, post-nogitsune angst, whatever else you can think of

a combination of any of these

destiny | creek; "Camping & Bonding, Part 1", Sterek Hale Pack fluff

running | penthouse; "Small But Good", Steter post s2 finale h/c

laughter | car; "Camping & Bonding, Part 2", Sterek Hale Pack fluff

fairy | stage; "A Midsummer Night's Mischief"; Sterek fluff

choice | movie set; "Movie Madness"; Sterek jealous!Derek

flame | forest; "Camping & Bonding, Part 3", Sterek Hale Pack fluff

passion | tattoo parlor; "London Calling", post-series Sterek

dawn | castle; "Castle of Glass"; Sterek post pool scene

clock | museum; "Tutoring and Teasing"; Steter single-dad Peter + Malia's tutor Stiles

season | school; "Camping & Bonding, Part 4", Sterek Hale Pack fluff

snow | flower shop; "The Tate Sisters", Stetopher with married Petopher meeting Stiles through their daughters

birds | library; "The Birds and the Wolves", Steter

dark | bakery; "What Kept Me Going", post-Nogitsune h/c Stetopher

lonely | college; "Missing Pack", Stiles-Jackson-Danny

glow | lake; "Camping & Bonding, Part 5", Sterek Hale Pack fluff

ache | ship; "What Lydia Wants (She Gets)", Jackstydia on a cruise

red | kitchen; "My Kitchen, My Rules", Sterek human Alpha Stiles

bell | attic; "Warning Bells", Steter BDSM smut

chess | park; "How Chris and Peter Got a Kitten", Stetopher + Stiles cursed into a kitten

stone | train; "What Lydia Wants (Lydia Gets) II", Jackstydia BDSM smut sequel

wish | hospital; "A Brighter Future", Steter hurt/comfort + Sterica bromance

beast | motel; "Away Game", Stackson 'there is only one bed' during an away lacrosse game

lost | basement; "What Happens in the Basement", Sterek kidnapping

petal | theater; "Twelve Truths (and a Lie)", Stetopher + Stiles being forced by the Seelie Queen to bare twelve truths in front of the pack

faith | bar; "A Selfish Gift", Sterek + a salmon ladder

fur | farm; "Home at the Hale Farm", Stetopher post-Nogitsune h/c

lightning | office; "Guns and Gags", Stetopher + gun shop owner Chris/sex shop owner Peter

sketch | plane; "Sugar for the Secretary", Stetopher sugar daddies Petopher post-series

sense | bus; "Colds and Comfort", Stetopher sick!Stiles getting taken care of

mischief | mountain; "Shot Through the Heart", Stetopher + Chris being really into Stiles being a good shot

double | beach; "Murder Triad", Nogitsune/Steter

[hua-fei-hua]

(referring o lantern rite 3.4)

I found zhonglis performance as mortal adult who doesn't know venti as satisfactory while ventis to be 100/10 (no I am not biased). performance of the century. no millenia.

there was a lot of gay shit happening we know it we know it. I like to believe that hutao knows about a bard boyfriendTM. and she finally got to meet said boyfriend (who is also friends with zhongli,,,, hmm hutao detective glasses on I bet she wasn't fooled at all)

moon(iI am still laughing at the kidsctions to these adults doing. whatever they were. like why were they making upncover sorry fr but it was theater. art

did you meet beinguang at the uhhh place where rex lapis died. (thwir dialogue makes me laugh so much. am pretty sure at this point we can safely say that chess is code for making out hornily)

I also wanted to hear ventis thoughts in more detailed but ngl. I think it's pretty neat that xvn would like to keep their relationship a secret but only venti is the one who can while xiao's affection is apparent to anyone who knows him because he is an open book. Even if he tried he can't hide it. but I also wanted to know what venti thinks of music :( I had hoped that it would be like irodori where eh doesn't say much but just watches,,, is there in the background while giving inputs once in a blue moon

Also I did replay my own recording at yess!!! venti did blink a lot??? was it him going 'play along play along' hahaha idk

venti could go to an improv comedy club and absolutely sweep the competition; that man KNOWS how to play along and do so with SUBTLETY. probably bc he spends most of his waking life playing pretend and has done so for centuries, but then again, zhongli has also walked amongst mortals, who see him n go, "it couldn't be... is it??" so he passes with juuuust enough grace to leave them wondering lol. venti absolutely the best out of the three tho. xiao's acting skills found dead in a ditch lmao

OH but smth else i did remember is that i found it interesting that zhongli chose to call xiao by alatus. i know a lot of people tend to subscribe to the hc that alatus is xiao's true name (it's a pretty strongly supported hc that i refuse to subscribe to, personally) n that his weakness is his true name (also pretty supported by the text in canon n a hc i do subscribe to), so i find it interesting that, if alatus is xiao's true name (and secret weakness), zhongli would address him by such. one could say it's just his way of being more polite to someone who served in the archon war, but like idk. i just find it a bit odd and worth noting

a while back i was chillin w/my friends n making one of those alignment charts that's like "distinguished/functional/disaster" vs. "gay/bi/lesbian" (except we also added ace/pan/straight for a bit more nuance) n it was like "well, we have charas w/straight vibes from mond, inazuma, and sumeru. what abt liyue? do any of the liyue characters have straight vibes?" and the answer was no. liyue gay as hell.

and yes i DID see the beiguang over on yujing terrace!!! i was like "omg beiguangs" n i talked to them n i was like "is... is the chess a metaphor for sex???" bc WHAT WAS THAT?? HELLO???? last lantern rite was very much their wedding and so this year they get to sit back n be the stable established couple

also i can't believe hu tao met xiao's bf n then instantly went, "we will have an immortal pact of mischief, a solemn vow of fun written in silly poetics" she knows what she's doing. she knows EXACTLY who venti is; those dots were hardly even disconnected in her head.

i can absolutely see xv keeping their relationship a secret just bc xiao is a very private character, n venti would respect that. it's just so funny to see them fail bc xiao has difficulty maintaining a separation btwn his public n private lives. ofc he doesn't tell anyone if they don't ask, and he never drops any hints that would prompt people to ask normally, but in this particular type of situation where he has to explain himself and his relationship to someone, he's probably so unused to having a public social life that he has absolutely zero skills when it comes to answering questions truthfully, but with respect to his own privacy.

venti opinion on music.... that would've been nice to see :c though i don't think we asked xiao for his opinion either! hmm hmm... i wonder if they keep xiao's character development behind the ephemeral event quests specifically bc they're ephemeral n there's (maybe) gay shit going on behind the scenes.

but also omg so it WASN'T just my computer choking from the constant abuse i make it suffer venti was fluttering his lashes or smth at xiao. i'd personally interpret it as ~smug flirtations~ where he's just like, "ah, yes, how is xiao going to explain me away? :3" but who knows!!! i have brainworms lol

[starlightswitch]

Writer’s Month 2024 Masterpost

Funny to see on last year's masterpost that last year I impressed myself. This year I did not. I had realistic expectations-- I was not going to complete all the prompts given I was out of town 11 days for my wedding and honeymoon. I was only going to complete the ones for the days I was home. And I was doing all right, but somehow despite having a three-day weekend to end on, I did not finish until 5 days after the end of the month, the same as 2020 and worse than every year since. (Meanwhile per last year's masterpost I was out of town eight days. I finished on the 2nd.)

On the other side of things, I'm pretty happy with what I wrote! Everything is G rated, and everything is contemporary except An Otherwordly Creature.

#1 – creek + destiny – Chosen (standalone)

#2 – running + penthouse x Flash Fiction Friday 264 Counting Clocks – With Fatherly Concern (standalone)

#3 – laughter + car – Always the Plus One (standalone)

#4 – stage – AKA (Also Known As) (standalone)

#5 – movie set – Worth the Argument (prequel for my WIP Real Love)

#6 – flame + forest – Through the Flames (standalone)

#7 – passion + tattoo parlor – Sparked from a Match (sequel for my WIP The Transfers)

(skipped)

#18 – attic – An Unexpected Project (standalone)

#19 – chess + park – Time to Find Someone Else (standalone)

#20 – stone – A Touch of Reassurance (sequel for my old work Karyn's Knife)

#21 – wish + hospital – No Wish Too Small – (prequel for my WIP snowbound)

#22 – beast + motel – An Otherwordly Creature (standalone)

#23 – lost + basement – Not Quite a Surprise (standalone)

#24 – petal + theater – A Love to Be Envied (crossover for my WIP Close for Comfort and some characters I've used in Flash Fiction Friday)

#25 – faith + bar – On the Off Chance of Evil (standalone)

#26 – fur + farm – Talking to Someone New (sequel for my WIP snowbound)

#27 – lightning + office – Caught in the Storm (standalone)

#28 – plane – A Flight of Possibilities (interquel for my WIP The Transfers)

#29 – fireflies + at a cabin – Last Time on the Bus (prequel for my WIP The Transfers)

#30 – mischief + mountain – Return to Mischief Mountain (standalone)

#31 – double + beach – Just 45 Years Difference (standalone)

My favorite AU: A Love to Be Envied, by default, but I do like it (guess who somehow forgot she could write AUs the year 'AU' wasn't in the prompts)

My favorite prequel/sequel/interquel: Sparked from a Match, A Touch of Reassurance, and Last Time on the Bus

My favorite standalone: Always the Plus One, AKA (Also Known As), Caught in the Storm

My favorite title: Always the Plus One, No Wish Too Small, On the Off Chance of Evil, Return to Mischief Mountain

Reader’s Choice (based on reblogs): no reblogs this year (thanks I am sure to not incorporating Flash Fiction Friday prompts- which was due to the timing of starting new pieces- and for the one where I did, not finishing it in time for the deadline). I did get a comment on Through the Flames.

[joemerl]

Writer's Month 2024 Masterpost

Day 1: destiny | creek

Original fiction (Arthurian adaptation), complete, 304 words.

Day 2: running | penthouse

Daria fanfic, incomplete, 69 words.

Day 3: laughter | car

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 241 words.

Day 4: fairy | stage

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 333 words.

Day 5: choice | movie set

Total Drama fanfic, complete, 829

Day 6: flame | forest

Original fiction ("the Werewolf WIP"), complete, 481 words.

Day 7: passion | tattoo parlor

Original fiction (Arthurian adaptation), complete, 309 words.

Day 8: dawn | castle

Original fiction ("Sleeping Beauty" adaptation), complete, 335 words.

Day 9: clock | museum

Original fiction (time travel story), complete, 111 words.

Day 10: season | school

The Lunar Chronicles fanfic, complete, 696 words.

Day 11: snow | flower shop

The Lunar Chronicles fanfic, complete, 490 words.

Day 12: birds | library

Harry Potter fanfic, complete, 821 words.

Day 13: dark | bakery

Original poem, complete, 80 words.

Day 14: lonely | college

Animorphs fanfic, incomplete, 432 words.

Day 15: glow | lake

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 304 words.

Day 16: ache | ship

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 468 words.

Day 17: red | kitchen

Harry Potter fanfic, complete, 433 words.

Day 18: bell | attic

Harry Potter fanfic, complete, 203 words.

Day 19: chess | park

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 402 words.

Day 20: stone | train

Original fiction ("the Superhero WIP"), complete, 359 words.

Day 21: wish | hospital

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 315 words.

Day 22: beast | motel

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 330 words.

Day 23: lost | basement

Harry Potter fanfic, incomplete, 302 words.

Day 24: petal | theater

Original fiction ("the Fairy/Changeling WIP"), complete, 476 words.

Day 25: faith | bar

Original fiction ("the Werewolf WIP"), complete, 254 words.

Day 26: fur | farm

Invader Zim fanfic, complete, 664 words.

Day 27: lightning | office

Total Drama/Harry Potter crossover, incomplete, 339 words.

Day 28: sketch | plane

Daria fanfic, incomplete, 290 words.

Day 29: sense | bus

Original fiction (sci-fi), complete, 455 words.

Day 30: mischief | mountain

Original fiction (sci-fi), complete, 281 words.

Day 31: double | beach

Original fiction (fantasy/romcom), complete, 374 words.

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Total word count: 11,780

Original fiction: 19

 Fanfiction: 12

Complete: 26

Incomplete: 5

[badassbutterfly1987]

Writer's Month

destiny (Danes + Holland)

running (Talya/Holland)

laughter (Nasi/Kosika/Lark)

stage (Kosika+Holland)

choice (Kell+Holland)

flame (Ojka)

tattoo parlor (Kell/Lila, modern au)

dawn | castle (Nasi+Holland)

clock (Alox)

school (Kell+Rhy)

flower shop (Kell/Lila, modern au)

birds | library (Holland/Vortalis)

dark (Holland+Osaron)

lonely (Nasi)

glow (Holland/Vortalis + Kosika)

ache (Holland/Vortalis)

red (Ojka+Holland)

bell (Talya)

chess (Kell+Vortalis)

stone (Danes)

wish (Holland/Talya)

beast (Holland, daemon au)

lost (Holland+Kosika)

petal | theater (Holland/Talya)

faith (Holland)

fur (Holland/Vortalis)

lightning | office

sketch (Alox)

sense | bus

mischief (Lila)

double | beach

[pumpkinpot]

Black Butler x Snowday

Here we are again lol. On my page I also did the same concept but for Jujutsu Kaisen, Fire Force and My Hero Academia.  Master List

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Sebastian- Its not that Sebastian inherently doesn’t like snow, but it is a hard thing to enjoy when it makes his job tedious. Ciel is constantly complaining about ice and he can’t ask the servants to take care of the snow drifts. They’d more likely set the manor on fire (again) before picking up a proper shovel. Except Finnian. He tries, kind of. As soon as Sebastian felt the beginnings of a storm he began prep. Making warm foods, laying salts and stocking cocoa ingredients. He takes every moment he can with you during the storm, but the most attention comes during your bath that night. He heats the water as hot as you can take it, sits behind you and helps detangle your hair and takes care to dote on you properly. He's also set a towel next to the fire to be warm and fluffy for you afterwards. What else do you expect from the best. 

Claude- This man is in a similar boat to Sebastian, but Alois is very... excitable during storms where ciel would rather stay in and play chess. Claude is watching the child barrel around the courtyard throwing snowballs at the triplets. He keeps your attention with smaller less visible acts. Keeping a heated rice pack beneath your duvet cover, switching your cotton clothes for fleece. But on the day of a particularly bad storm its not completely out of the question that he- helps alois get some much needed sleep so he can take you to a corner of the manor and spend some proper- quality time. This is definitely done on a fur pelt before a fire. 

Undertaker- Overall winter is his busiest time of year. Dying is a year round activity, but winter is when humans tend to utilize his services most. It would take some convincing to take him away from his work, but one thing never fails. Comedy strips in the newspaper and warm drinks. I have a very weird and morbid HC that he has a decked out coffin as a sofa so you two are hulled up in the base of a coffin reading comedy over frothy drinks. 

Grell(red)- It does not take a lot to pull Red from her work. A sly look and this lady is putty in your hands. I feel Red is so down to go ice skating and cuddle near a fire. I feel like spice is inevitable during this time, but during such a quiet time, taking you feels warmer than usual. def expect some snow mischief afterwards though. Red can get really competitive during snowball fights, but if you can keep up it’s a fun time. 

William- Not a snow guy, but for a weird reason I feel like his time in the circus gave him a love for live theater. I feel like he’d book tickets for times such as there where he knows most people won’t be going to the theaters. He’s drape his coat over your shoulders, sharing a playbill of acts between you. Usually you watch accompanied by a warm bourdon and cider and Carmel corn. 

[zorkaya-moved]

“Something is keeping you awake. Is it fear or regret?”

@cryostallion

They all were talking about fear or regret being the sole reason for the sleepless nights. She almost wanted to sneer at the man for speaking to her like that as if he knows what exactly is going through her head. It was cute, almost heartwarming to see and sense people wish to learn more about her and to try and decode the codes hiding the truth behind a mask of comedic relief. The woman dances around the topics like a masterful actress, she's been doing it for more than ten years now to survive and to protect what was hers. At least, until four years ago when she lost the treasure that made this world still worth surviving in. Now it was a simple chess board ready to be flipped to bring attention to humanity's potential.

" Why does it have to be either of those two, Kaeya? Self-projecting much? " Zarina speaks with a tease in her voice as she turns around to throw a bright smile at him, tomboyish in a sense. Not the usually elegant and mysterious one, making sure to confuse him all the more: what was real and what was a lie? The entertainment she brings into the lives of many is both chaotic and fascinating, but today she wants to make the man once again have a hard time understanding her as she'll stroll to him, twirling around as if she hears music before letting her heel hit the floor to her from this. Without hesitation, Zarina reaches out to take his hand in hers, tugging him closer to herself to sway just a bit as if beginning a dance. Her smile is cheeky and teasing, eyes gleaming with mischief. " The only thing that doesn't let me sleep at night, if I'm in the mood, is the company of another person. Want to be my reason for a sleepless night? Can be steamy or we can just discuss ideas for shows and send 'em out to Mistress Serebro? Who knows, maybe your next idea will become the next show? "

Oh, how sweet he was despite his intelligence and sharp cunning. The man with a heart of gold and a tongue of a savage commentator. He can be such a prolific character in one of the plays. For today, she'll dance around with him and have fun while she still can. If Varka is not here to prolong the contract between them, Mondstadt is just another place for her to use for her future planning. The people already love her and the theater, she is more than happy to use that love for her selfish gain. Not today, not when someone with a clever mind is right in front of her.

" Are you having a hard time sleeping, Cavalry Captain? Such negative things to say. Why would I have fears or regrets that do not let me sleep? My life is wonderful. I am here, I am alive, I live. I'm working a dream job, " it's not a lie, her wish was to be working somewhere in the music and theater back when Aleksey was still alive. " I am in the company of a handsome man. I live in a city where I do not have to worry about cold freezing my legs or arms off. The only reason I need to not sleep is if another person wants me by their side. So, do you? "

Is she changing the subject and throwing dust in his eyes? It's an unknown scenario. Her golden eyes hide too many plans that cannot be easily distinguished. Perhaps, she is feeling relaxed and mischievous today or maybe it all feeds into something bigger later on.

[aion-rsa]

How Thor Changed the Marvel Cinematic Universe

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Marvel’s Thor, the first theatrical live-action film to feature the comic book giant’s version of the Norse God of Thunder, opened in theaters a decade ago, on May 6, 2011.

Directed by Kenneth Branagh and starring a then little-known Chris Hemsworth in the title role, Thor was the fourth film in the still-nascent Marvel Cinematic Universe. It was also — as we look back at it now — a pivotal one in the development of the MCU.

“I’m very proud of my part of it,” Branagh told us a couple of years ago about his handling of Thor. “Which was providing a sort of backbone that they could comically riff off, but at least it originally contained some of the high stakes Nine Realms import that that larger mythology has to have as well.”

Thor took the franchise off the Earth for the first time and into the cosmic side of the Marvel mythology, introducing audiences to the Nine Realms, the kingdom of Asgard and other mind-bending concepts that comic fans had adored for years but which were a major risk to put in front of mainstream moviegoers.

Even the character of Thor — with his helmet and his hammer and his arch way of speaking — often seemed to skate perilously close to laughable in the pages of the comics themselves. But he was also a mainstay of the Marvel line and a charter member of the Avengers, the superhero team that Marvel based its entire initial run of films upon.

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Thor didn’t take the Rainbow Bridge to the screen

A Thor movie based on the Marvel Comics version of the character had, surprisingly, been bandied around for years even before there was a Marvel Cinematic Universe.

The God of Thunder debuted on the page in Journey into Mystery #83 (August 1962), created by Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, and Jack Kirby. A founding member of the Avengers, he joined Iron Man, the Hulk, Ant-Man, and the Wasp in the pages of The Avengers #1 (September 1963). In the ensuing decades, he has starred in multiple iterations of the Avengers comics, plus many ongoing and limited series of his own.

An animated version of the character debuted in 1966’s Marvel Super-Friends show, while the first live-action incarnation of Thor (played by Eric Kramer) showed up in the 1988 TV movie The Incredible Hulk Returns, a follow-up to the late 1970s series The Incredible Hulk.

While Thor continued to turn up in various animated Marvel properties, it was in 1991 that the first full-length, live-action Thor movie was proposed — by no less than Sam Raimi.

The director, who later went on to make the first three Spider-Man movies and who is now working in the MCU on Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, revealed to the The Hollywood Reporter in the wake of Stan Lee’s passing that he pitched a Thor movie to the Marvel Universe co-creator over lunch.

“We worked together writing treatments and took it to Fox and pitched it,” Raimi recalled. “And they said, ‘Absolutely no. Comic books don’t make good movies.’ This was in 1991.”

The rights to Thor bounced around Hollywood for a few more years (at one point it was set up at Sony with David S. Goyer writing and possibly directing) until landing back at Marvel Studios, which had reinvented itself as an independently financed production company in 2005 with distribution through Paramount Pictures. The studio, run at the time by David Maisel with Kevin Feige as president of production, hired Mark Protosevich (I Am Legend and the unfilmed Batman Unchained) to write a script for Thor, with Matthew Vaughn (X-Men: First Class) coming aboard to direct in August 2007.

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Enter Tom Hiddleston as Loki…

No sooner did Matthew Vaughn sign up to direct Thor than he seemingly left just as quickly, although it was officially announced in May 2008 that he was departing. Creative and budget issues seemed to have sealed his exit. “Marvel loves the script,” he wrote in The Guardian in late 2007. “The only problem is that it has been costed at $300m and they ask how I am going to reduce it by $150m.”

Even though Thor had already been scheduled for a June 4, 2010 release date, Marvel still had to find a director. Talks were held with Guillermo del Toro, but he decided to direct The Hobbit instead (which he ended up leaving as well). At the end of its search, Marvel finally chose Kenneth Branagh, the Irish actor and director best known for his epic adaptations of Shakespeare’s Hamlet and Henry V — which kind of provided an idea of the tone Marvel was looking for.

Branagh was finally signed in December 2008, telling MTV News, “It’s a chance to tell a big story on a big scale…It’s a human story right in the center of a big epic scenario.”

Once Branagh was signed, the movie’s release date was pushed back from June/July 2010 to May 6, 2011, providing plenty of time for the film’s extensive visual effects to be designed and created and for Branagh to find his cast — starting with the God of Thunder himself.

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The first person allegedly approached was Daniel Craig, who had just starred in his second James Bond film, Quantum of Solace. It was because of his commitments to the already massive 007 franchise that Craig turned down the hammer-wielding Asgardian, although it’s somehow hard to imagine the tough-as-nails Craig as the egotistical (at least at first), young Odinson.

A long list of young, relatively unknown actors tested for the part, including Chris Hemsworth (who was just making his brief but scene-stealing appearance as James Kirk’s father in J.J. Abrams’ Star Trek), his brother Liam, the equally obscure Tom Hiddleston, Kevin McKidd from Grey’s Anatomy, Alexander Skarsgard (Godzilla vs. Kong), Charlie Hunnam (Sons of Anarchy), Joel Kinnaman (The Suicide Squad), and others. But Chris Hemsworth ultimately won the day, with Hiddleston landing the consolation gift that would keep on giving, the role of Thor’s villainous adopted brother Loki.

“That was my starting point, was that you have a character with a predisposition toward mischief,” Hiddleston said about playing the trickster god, during a 2010 set visit attended by this reporter in Manhattan Beach, California. “An inclination toward chaos and a delight in imbalance, and you couple that with the fierce intelligence that he has, and a chess master’s ability to manipulate events three or four steps ahead of the game.”

Adding even more gravitas to the production was the signing of the legendary Anthony Hopkins to play Thor’s father, Odin, along with Natalie Portman as Jane Foster, Rene Russo as Thor’s mom Frigga, Colm Feore as Laufey, the king of the Frost Giants, Idris Elba as Heimdall, and others. Also signed: Samuel L. Jackson for his third appearance as Nick Fury (in an end credits bonus scene) and Jeremy Renner as Clint Barton/Hawkeye, marking the live-action debut of the bow-and-arrow-wielding Avenger.

Filming on Thor began in mid-January 2010 and wound down in early May, with shooting taking place at Raleigh Studios in Manhattan Beach, California (Marvel’s studio home in the MCU’s early years), Santa Fe, and other parts of New Mexico, and locations in northern California.

Colm Feore told The Deadbolt that the Shakespearean training which he, Branagh, and Hopkins all shared enabled them to quickly communicate with each other while shaping the characters and finding the right tone: “One of the things that was enormously helpful on Thor was that during the breaks, Tony, myself, and Ken would be talking in Shakespearean shorthand about what the characters were doing, what we thought they may be like, and how we could focus our attention more intelligently.”

During that same set visit to the Manhattan Beach set of Thor, Marvel president of production Kevin Feige told this reporter and others that the movie was going to feature more extensive post-production work than other Marvel films. “When you walk around Captain America or Iron Man, you can get it,” he explained. “With Thor, what you’re seeing is only 30% of what the movie will be. This is the big question mark and to me that makes it the most exciting. I like it when people don’t exactly know what we’re going to do.”

Reshoots were completed in late 2010, while The Avengers director Joss Whedon shot the end credits scene in which Nick Fury reveals the Infinity Stone known as the Tesseract to Dr. Erik Selvig (Stellan Skarsgard).

Marvel

Marvel takes a big swing with Thor’s hammer

Introducing Thor and the Asgardians — who were essentially aliens, with technology so far ahead of our own that they seemed like gods to the ancient, more primitive people of Norway more than a millennium ago — was a major gamble for the MCU and its then-president of production (and now Chief Creative Officer) Kevin Feige.

Out of Marvel’s first three films, Iron Man and Iron Man 2 were massive, out-of-the-box hits, while The Incredible Hulk was a middling success at best. Yet all three films were Earthbound and dealt with plausible (as far as it went) science and technology. The science of Thor was — to borrow a phrase from the late science fiction titan Arthur C. Clarke — indistinguishable from magic.

“Asgardians are kind of ‘been there, done that’ when it comes to that kind of stuff,” said co-producer Craig Kyle to this reporter and others on the set visit. “For them to send you across the universe, it’s as easy as turning a key … Their technology is only as sophisticated as it needs to be to do extraordinary things.”

Making Thor, Odin and the other inhabitants of Asgard, Jotunheim and the rest of the Nine Realms into extra-terrestrial beings mistaken for gods by ancient humans took Thor away from sword-and-sorcery and fantasy and more overtly into the science fiction genre. But it also provided the film with a back story and mythology that was perhaps easier for modern movie fans to swallow — more Star Wars than the Völuspá.

“We just kept trying to humanize it all, and keep it very real,” Chris Hemsworth told Superhero Hype at the time about his approach to the title character. “Look into all the research about the comic books that we could, but also bring it back to ‘Who is this guy as a person, and what’s his relationship with people in the individual scenes?’ And working with someone like Kenneth Branagh, who has all those bases covered and has so many ideas, it was a hell of a time!”

In addition to taking the big creative risk of bringing Asgard and Thor to the screen, the movie took several other chances as well. Starting a tradition that Marvel would return to with films like Captain Marvel and Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor did not function as a traditional origin story. We meet Thor, Loki, Odin, and enter Asgard with only a brief introduction detailing the history of ill will and war between the Asgardians and the Frost Giants.

Thor’s journey in the film is not that of an ordinary character being bestowed with great powers and learning how to use them, the typical arc of a superhero film. He is fully formed here, if flawed, and as the film progresses he learns to be a better version of the immensely powerful being that he already is — with the help of the human beings that he meets during his fall to Earth.

When Thor — the likely successor to his father’s throne — reignites hostilities with the Frost Giants partially due to his own immaturity, Odin decrees him unworthy of wielding Mjolnir and banishes him, powerless, to Earth. That leaves the door open for the crafty Loki — who has discovered that he is not Asgardian after all, but the child of Frost Giants — to manipulate and scheme his way into power himself.

Marvel’s other big gamble was making Loki a much more fully developed antagonist than had been previously seen in many comic book movies. Skillfully portrayed by Hiddleston in a performance that made him an instant star, Loki is an empathetic, nuanced character whose longing for the love and attention of his adopted father — who lavishes more of both on Thor — leads him down a dark path and into a character arc that would take several years and movies to play out.

“I think Loki intuitively feels that he doesn’t belong there, he doesn’t belong with the family in Asgard and doesn’t belong in the pantheon of gods,” said Hiddleston at the time. “He’s confused about his place in the universe … We all reach a point in our lives where we think, ‘What the hell are we supposed to do with our life?’ Thor reaches that point in this film and Loki does as well, so yes, maybe if Odin had made him feel valued and respected and essential to Asgard, then it would have been okay.”

Marvel

Thor smashes all preconceptions

Thor had its world premiere in Sydney, Australia on April 17, 2011 and opened in that country — Hemsworth’s native land — four days later. It premiered in 56 more markets before finally opening in North America on May 6, 2011.

The film earned a 77% fresh rating and mixed reviews on Rotten Tomatoes, with critics praising the performances by Hemsworth and Hiddleston, as well as the grandiose family drama on Asgard, but less impressed by Thor’s journey to Earth and the climactic battle there against the massive golem-like Destroyer sent by Loki to kill Thor.

More importantly for Marvel, the film connected with audiences despite the perception that Thor was largely unfamiliar or dated. Thor earned $181 million at the North American box office and a further $268 million abroad for a worldwide total of $449 million.

While that ranks it near the bottom of the 23 MCU movies released to date (along with Ant-Man and Captain America: The First Avenger), it was a far from shabby showing for the early MCU and proved Marvel’s calculation that it could expand Marvel’s footprint on film beyond already established characters like Spider-Man, the X-Men and the Hulk.

“I liked it when people said, ‘Iron Man’s the B-Team. You’re calling out the B-Team!’ We knew it wasn’t,” said Feige on set about using what were perceived as lower-tier Marvel heroes. “We knew it was going to be great. And that holds true for Thor … here’s another one that will redefine us and at least raise the bar of what a comic book movie is, for both people who’ve read comics and those who haven’t.”

Thor expanded the boundaries of the MCU into the realms of space, alternate dimensions and cosmic conflicts, while putting another key part in place for the impending arrival of the Avengers. And while 2013’s follow-up, Thor: The Dark World, was a misstep and considered one of Marvel’s few outright failures, the studio brilliantly reinvented the character in 2017 with Taika Waititi’s Thor: Ragnarok, moving him away from the initial Shakespearean grandiosity and into a more humorous space.

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That in turn allowed Thor and Hemsworth to have one of the most profound character arcs across the entire span of Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame. His story in those films, the box office clout of Ragnarok, and Hemsworth’s enthusiasm for the role led Marvel to commission 2022’s Thor: Love and Thunder — marking the first time an MCU hero is venturing into a fourth solo movie.

Ten years later, while not a perfect film by any means, Thor is still an enjoyable, consciously weird Marvel epic that proved the God of Thunder could bring the lightning even to modern audiences. And while Thor has seemingly abandoned the throne of Asgard for now, his first film’s place in the MCU pantheon is secure.

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If I Knew From the Start

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It's been a couple weeks since Armageddoff, and things are almost back to normal. Almost.

Certainly Crowley is spending more time at the bookstore than he used to, and Aziraphale's been over to the flat more often than he had before, i.e. ever. They're a bit more comfortable, a bit freer to communicate, now that they don't have the specter of their respective departments hanging over their heads. Some nights Crowley doesn't go back to his place at all. It's a new normal, but a normal that's barely to the side of the normal they had before.

Crowley is still pining, by the way. He thought for a brief moment, during what they thought was the end of the world...but it turns out that was probably just him projecting and it's back to what it was before. Except now it's a bit worse, because now he's got to face up to the fact that this really is one-sided, that it's not just fear of what Heaven will do that's keeping Aziraphale from saying that he feels the same way. Aziraphale really doesn't feel that way and it's not fair, but honestly, the way the last six thousand years or so have gone Crowley can't be surprised. The universe is stacked against him and it doesn't matter what cards he's holding, the universe has all trumps.

Still, he's a glutton for punishment. Or maybe he's just willing to take whatever he can get. He'd rather have Aziraphale in his life as nothing more than a friend than not have him at all, so here he is in the bookstore, sprawled across a chair and watching the rain lash at the windows.

Crowley hates storms. At least rainstorms. He's never said anything to Aziraphale, but they always remind him of the storm, the one that led to the Great Flood, and that's something that still haunts him. He shifts restlessly in his seat, fidgets with the stem of his wine glass, debates nudging Aziraphale with his toes to get some kind of reaction out of the angel, and finally gets up to go poke through something he shouldn't touch.

Aziraphale looks at him briefly over the tops of his glasses as he ambles over to a table in the back, well away from the windows, although that's absolutely not why he's heading that way. “What are you up to, dear?”

Crowley gestures vaguely at the old-fashioned Victrola and the box next to it, both pristine and virtually untouched. “I'd like to listen to something other than Queen for a change.”

“I thought you liked Queen.”

“I do, but—you wouldn't want to only read one book all the time, would you?” Crowley points to the book in Aziraphale's hand. “Imagine if any book you left in your office for more than two weeks turned into—into—into something by that Christie woman.”

Aziraphale purses his lips thoughtfully. “I do like her works,” he says slowly. “But a constant diet of them—” He shakes his head and gestures vaguely at the box. “Please yourself.”

Crowley smirks. Usually, getting permission to do something he's planning to do out of mischief takes some of the fun out of it, but somehow, he likes knowing that Aziraphale isn't possessive about his things, or at least doesn't mind him touching them. He begins flicking through the neatly-stacked cardboard sleeves.

It's more or less what Crowley would have expected. Bach, Handel, Mozart, a little Debussy, something with a red cover that shows a silhouette of what looks like two people dancing on the beach that Crowley skips over hurriedly because he can only take so much torture in a single day, three or four Christmas albums, and—wait, this is odd.

He stops at an album that looks very different than the others. It's black, mostly, with what looks like a checkerboard falling to pieces—no, he realizes, glancing at the album title, not a checkerboard. A chessboard. Same thing, technically, but it's got a different feel to it.

“What's this, then?” he asks, pulling it out.

There's a pause just long enough to be noticeable. Crowley looks over his shoulder to see Aziraphale staring at the album. He can't read the look on his face, and that's a bit disconcerting, because usually his angel wears his heart on his sleeve.

“A rock opera,” he says at last.

Crowley remembers now. He saw the posters hanging up in the West End, actually considered asking Aziraphale if he wanted to go see it (It's opera, which you like, and it's rock, which I like, which means there's a fifty-fifty chance of us both liking it. Or both hating it. Want to take bets? Loser buys dinner), but the week it opened Aziraphale was awfully quiet and distant and he let the idea go. He never ended up seeing it. Going to the movies by himself is fine, especially since Aziraphale's never quite got the hang of them, but the theater? He can't do that alone.

“Just bought it because it says opera, eh?” Crowley turns the album over to squint at the track list.

Aziraphale clears his throat. “No...well, I went to see it. On opening night, actually. I thought...well, I do like opera, and you're a fan of—of rock music, so I thought I would see if it might be something we could both enjoy.”

Crowley stills. The fact that they'd both had the same thought almost makes him hope...but no, he tells himself firmly, he won't go down that road again. Not today. His heart can't take it. “Reckon it wasn't, then, since you never mentioned it to me.”

“No,” Aziraphale says, almost as if to himself. Crowley's about to say something else when Aziraphale continues, “I'm sure you'd have loved it, dear, but I—I didn't think I could watch it with you and not...I wasn't ready for a second viewing, and then it wasn't playing anymore and...” He waves his hands vaguely, conveying everything and nothing in that maddening way of his.

Crowley hesitates for a moment, then decides, to hell with it. (Possibly, although hopefully not, literally.) Aziraphale obviously enjoyed seeing it enough to buy the soundtrack. And if he thinks Crowley will like it, he's probably not wrong; he hasn't been wrong often in their acquaintance. He slips the first disc from its sleeve and pops it into the Victrola.

“What's it about, anyway?” he asks idly as the overture begins and he settles onto a chair—one closer to the music (and further from the window) than the one he was in before.

Again, there's that short pause, and Crowley looks up to see that indescribable look on Aziraphale's face.

“Chess,” he says shortly.

Which...it is. It's in English (obviously) and since it's an opera, the whole story is in the singing, they don't have to piece together bits left out in dialogue like they would with the soundtrack to a musical, so Crowley can follow the plot well enough. A chess prodigy from America, facing off against a champion from the USSR during the Cold War. It's upbeat and catchy, at least at first.

He finds himself identifying more than he'd like with the Russian character. He seems to be trapped in a situation he'd rather not be part of, like he enjoys playing chess but wishes he didn't have to do it for his government. Crowley can empathize with that.

“How long was this running, anyway?” he asks idly as they hit the end of the first side and he gets up to flip it over.

“Three years, I believe,” Aziraphale replies. He doesn't look up from his book. Must be pretty good, for him to be that intent on it. “It had a run on Broadway as well, but I hear they changed it substantially for that.”

“This is the original, though.”

“Well, it's the concept album. The actual musical had the songs in a different order. But yes, it's the original cast.”

Crowley settles back down for the rest of the first half—he's pretty sure Act One is on this disc and Act Two is on the other, that's how these things usually go—but then the woman who's been trying to ride herd on the American begins her solo and the lyrics grab Crowley's attention.

Maybe I'm on nobody's side...

He sits up straighter and listens intently. She might be singing about herself, her situation, but Crowley hears himself arguing with Aziraphale, trying to convince him to run away, to avoid the entire Apocalypse situation. To acknowledge that they don't have to decide between Heaven and Hell, that both sides are horrifying and it's the two of them that matter. Or maybe not. Maybe it's more that the woman is trying to convince herself to choose.

Like Aziraphale might have done after their argument.

He forces himself to sound casual as the music shifts to another song, mostly instrumental. “Whose idea was that anyway?”

“Hmm?” Aziraphale looks up from his book. He schools his emotions as he does so, but not quickly enough, and Crowley catches the glimpse of pain. He wants to ask about it, but backs down, a coward as usual. At least when it comes to this.

“The USSR,” he says instead. “Communism. All that nonsense. Was it m—you think it was Hell who came up with the idea, or did humanity do that on its own?”

Aziraphale doesn't answer for a moment, but that look of pain comes back and stays this time, and Crowley wonders if he actually changed the subject all that well. “It—actually, I think Michael got a commendation for that. At first. I mean, it sounds wonderful, doesn't it? Everyone equal, everyone cared for, no one better than anyone else? It's exactly the sort of thing She wanted. Until, of course, they denounced all religion and...well.” He sighs heavily. “Humans have always got to take everything just that bit too far, haven't they.” It's not really a question.

“Yeah,” Crowley says softly. He wants to smooth out the frown wrinkling Aziraphale's forehead, to kiss away the pain in his eyes, to hold and comfort him. But he also knows Aziraphale will fuss at him about it, so he doesn't.

The next song is a duet between the Russian and the woman—Florence, if the album is to be believed—and Crowley finds himself falling into it. He doesn't say anything else, too wrapped up in the music as Florence fights with the American and quits. There's a funny interlude as people who apparently work at an embassy of some kind fuss over the Russian's paperwork, and then a surprisingly heartfelt song where the Russian insists he's not leaving his country behind because my land's only borders lie around my heart, and then the needle clicks as the disc ends.

Partly out of morbid curiosity and partly because he can't just leave it there, Crowley gets up and lifts the record off the Victrola, then pulls out the second disc. To his surprise, it shows more signs of wear than the other. It's still in nearly pristine condition, of course—Aziraphale's always been careful with his things, even more so than Crowley who mostly keeps things together by force of will—but still, there are a few scratches, the normal sort of thing you find on vinyl records that have been listened to more often than not.

“You're supposed to listen to the whole musical, angel, not just one act,” Crowley chides as he checks the sides and puts the correct one face up.

Aziraphale mumbles something, but he doesn't look up from his book. Crowley decides not to ask and instead simply starts the record.

The first song is...nothing like the sort of thing Aziraphale usually listens to. It's almost more hip-hop than rock, and Crowley's not sure he likes it, although he does note that the last line of the chorus alternates between I can feel an angel sliding up to me and I can feel the devil walking next to me. Interesting.

The next song is slower, with more piano, sounding almost like something Bette Midler might've sung. Crowley stills as the lyrics begin, and he almost stops breathing altogether when he hears something soft and barely audible underneath the music.

Aziraphale. Aziraphale is singing along to Florence's solo.

Heaven help my heart...

Desperately, Crowley tries to focus on the song. It sounds like Florence and the Russian are having an affair, and Florence is already fearing that he won't love her once she no longer has any mysteries for him to solve. It's almost like pre-heartbreak. And Aziraphale seems to identify with it.

He swallows hard when it ends, but doesn't dare look over at Aziraphale. He guesses the angel has listened to this album more than a few times, and has most of the songs memorized. Still, Crowley can't help but notice that he's not singing along to the argument Florence has with the Russian afterwards. Maybe it's just too hard for him to follow.

Then the next song starts up, and oh, hell, Crowley knows this one. He knows it. It made the Top Ten lists on the radio in the mid-eighties. The first time he heard it, he almost wrecked the Bentley, and he cried for almost twelve minutes straight after it finished and never admitted it to anyone. For about the next two weeks, it was the only song that ever played on any radio station he tried to listen to, thus reaffirming Crowley's long-held theory that the universe is out to get him specifically.

He sits up, holding his breath so he won't say anything stupid, as the words start. Then his brain catches up to the fact that it's not just the record playing and he turns his head sharply. Aziraphale isn't reading his book anymore. He's on his feet, head bowed as he fixes himself another cup of cocoa, and he's singing along softly to the music.

Crowley has to look away.

The music is horribly unfair. It's a duet, between two women, and now that he's been listening to the whole soundtrack he can identify the singer of the first verse as Florence, and he can also guess that she's talking about the Russian. Crowley finds himself whispering along with the second part when the song hits the first chorus and the actual duet starts.

And then the second verse starts, and Crowley can't help himself. He's always identified with that part, and he memorized it even though he didn't mean to, so he sings along, huddled in his chair with his knees pressed to his chest, eyes closed as he thinks back, or more like overthinks, on the last six thousand years. On Eden and Mesopotamia and Golgotha, on Rome and Turkey and Paris. On all those years of knowing, or at least suspecting, that he was the only one feeling this way. The line towards the end of the verse, where the woman says she'd have learned about the man before I fell, has always been darkly ironic to him.

Looking back, sure, he could have played it differently. But would he have?

He loses track of the rest of the world, wrapped up as he is in the song and the way it makes him feel. It is madness, utter madness, that he can't be mine...

He suddenly becomes aware of the music getting closer, and he looks up and makes eye contact with Aziraphale, who's right there all of a sudden, and both of them forget to sing the last line.

I know him so well...

Aziraphale's eyes are wide and soft with all kinds of emotion Crowley can't quite figure out, and they're extremely wet. He's staring at Crowley like he's seeing him for the first time, his hand hovering inches from Crowley's arm. Crowley desperately wants to close that gap, but he can't bring himself to do it, especially as he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale says, his voice small and filled with pain, and Crowley responds to that pain because nothing in him says to do anything else. He untangles his arms from around his knees and reaches up to take Aziraphale's hand like he wanted to do before, and they clutch each other's hands in a way they haven't since the moment they realized they were about to face one of the few beings in the universe with the ability to destroy them both and everything they hold dear. The moment Crowley knew, with utter certainty, that Aziraphale is at the top of that list and let himself hope he was at the top of Aziraphale's.

“Angel,” he whispers, and he's not sure what he's trying to say with it, but he knows it doesn't come out right and he's not sure how to fix it.

Aziraphale licks his lips and shakes his head slowly, not really in denial of what Crowley's saying or trying to say, he thinks, just clearing it a little. “I...that's why I didn't ask you to go,” he says softly. “I couldn't...I didn't think I could sit next to you during that song and not...” He bites his lip and doesn't finish.

“You remember—” Crowley begins, and then he stops, because he's pretty sure Aziraphale doesn't remember. Why would he, after all? But Aziraphale is looking at him again, and Crowley decides to just go with it. He plunges ahead. “Do you remember—there was a while where I refused to listen to the radio, where I'd turn it off as soon as we got in the Bentley?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale replies, surprising Crowley. “You got very...grumpy when I asked about it. I thought I'd done something wrong, but...well, that wasn't long after I saw the play, and I'm afraid I wasn't entirely myself.”

Crowley tightens his grip on Aziraphale's hand before he can stop himself, then eases back so he doesn't hurt him. “No, you didn't. It's just—that song was on the radio constantly, every bloody time I turned the thing on, and I couldn't—I had a hard enough time dealing with it on my own and I definitely couldn't have handled it if you'd been sitting there.” He pauses. “Didn't realize it was from a musical, though.”

Aziraphale nods slowly. There's a vacant look in his eyes. “It's...I know in the context of the show, they're both singing about Anatoly. The Russian. Florence is his mistress and Svetlana is his wife. But I—the first time I heard it, all I could think about was—” He breaks off and looks away, and his hand slides out of Crowley's.

Crowley lets him go, although he doesn't want to. Something about this moment feels important, like he's just missing something. But he's following Aziraphale's lead, like he always has, letting him set the pace of things. Any time he tries to rush things, he ends up inevitably disappointed.

He ends up disappointed when he doesn't rush things, too, but at least then it's not his fault.

The music is still playing, and it sounds like there's an argument going on. Crowley forces himself to tune back into it, partly to distract himself from saying something stupid to Aziraphale and partly because now he needs to know how this thing ends, and it sounds like someone's trying to make a deal of some kind. In a voice that suddenly feels rusty, he asks, “What are they trying to do now?”

“They want Anatoly to throw the chess match,” Aziraphale says quietly. “He's defected—he's playing for the United States now—and they're trying to convince him to lose on purpose.”

“Why would he agree to that?” Crowley demands.

Aziraphale pauses. Crowley looks back at him and suddenly realizes that he hasn't gone anywhere—he's still crouching in front of Crowley's chair, one hand resting lightly on the arm, looking down at the floor.

“They're baiting him,” he says at last. “Florence's father was...he was captured by the Russians when she was a child. They tell him—and her, come to think of it—that if Anatoly loses the match and goes back to Russia, they'll set her father free. They think he might lose for her sake.”

Crowley swallows hard. “He will, of course.”

But Aziraphale shakes his head, firmly. “Never. Florence won't let him, for one thing. The game is more important to either of them than either of their...'sides'. And quite apart from that, he doesn't trust the Russians enough to accept a deal with them.” He looks up at Crowley with a sad smile. “After all, a deal with the devil only benefits the devil.”

Crowley knows that only too well. He wants to reach for Aziraphale's hand again, especially as the American starts singing about his terrible childhood. Instead, he swallows and tries for nonchalant. “So he stands up to the Russians, wins the match, gets the girl...”

“He wins, certainly,” Aziraphale agrees. His eyes slide away from Crowley's.

Suddenly, Crowley remembers a cartoon rabbit dramatically draped in the arms of a metal-clad hunter, raising his head to look briefly at the screen. What did you expect in an opera, a happy ending?

They sit silently through the next bit. It's obviously the final chess game, and there's a lot of arguing going on and some names being mentioned, and then the light, tinkling music that Crowley assumes is the actual game being played. After a few minutes, the Russian starts singing again, and Crowley finds himself empathizing with him once more. He glances at Aziraphale and finds that he really hopes he's wrong about how it ends, because if Aziraphale is Florence and he's the Russian...

And then the Russian and Florence begin singing a duet, and Crowley chokes back a sob, because the heartbreak is unmistakable even before they get to the chorus. But we go on pretending stories like ours have happy endings...

“Is he—he's going back to Russia, isn't he,” he says softly. It's not a question.

“Florence convinces him that it's where he belongs,” Aziraphale says, and his voice isn't any louder. “With his wife and children. But...”

He breaks off as the next line sings out: both the Russian and Florence claiming they're still devoted to this affair. It's the worst kind of heartbreak—both of them still loving each other, but forcing themselves to give one another up for the other's good. Aziraphale closes his eyes.

“S'ppose I can understand that,” Crowley says. He hates it, but he can understand it.

“You can,” Aziraphale says flatly.

Crowley nods slowly, his mind only half on the present and half on the past—the fairly recent past, but still the past. “If we hadn't known both sides were coming for us—if it'd just been Hell coming for me—I'd have gone back to them and let them do what they wanted, so long as they promised to let you alone. So I reckon I'd have given it up, if it meant you'd be happy.”

Aziraphale looks up sharply, and the combination of fear and anguish in his eyes would knock Crowley back a step or two if he was standing. As it is, he flinches back against the chair in surprise. There's a hitch in Aziraphale's voice as he asks, “And what makes you think I'd—my dear boy, they'd have destroyed you utterly. And you think I could have been happy if—?” He breaks off and looks away, but not before Crowley sees the glint of tears in his eyes.

“Angel,” Crowley begins, reaching for his hand, and then he suddenly realizes why it's not working and says, “Aziraphale.”

Aziraphale looks back up, his face open and vulnerable, and he meets Crowley's hand halfway and holds it tightly. “Crowley,” he whispers.

In his name, Crowley hears everything he's wanted to hear for years, everything he thought he'd never hear, and he sees it in Aziraphale's eyes and feels it in his touch, and he grips his hand like a lifeline. He really doesn't think he's imagining it this time, but there's still the whisper of doubt in the back of his mind—the part of him that thinks he doesn't deserve it to be true.

“What if they'd given you a concession, too?” he asks. “Like Florence. If they told you they wouldn't hurt me, that I just wouldn't be allowed back—would you have let me go then? If it meant we were both safe?”

“No,” Aziraphale says, promptly and decidedly, startling Crowley. “Absolutely not. After what happened that day? I wouldn't have agreed to let you walk away from me if it was the only way to save the rest of the world.”

Crowley blinks at Aziraphale, because that's absolutely not something he'd ever expect to hear from the angel. “I thought you angels were supposed to be for the good of humanity or whatever.”

Aziraphale's lips tighten briefly. “First of all, most of the angels are no more for the good of humanity than most demons are. They're for the good of Heaven, and if that just so happens to be good for humans, fine, but if not, I doubt Michael or Gabriel would lose much sleep over that, so to speak. And second, while I am for the good of humanity...” His expression softens, and he tightens his grip on Crowley's hand. “I'm also very, unabashedly selfish. And up to that point, I had always convinced myself that I had time, that there was no need to upset the Arrangement, that everything was going along fine. And then, suddenly, it wasn't, and the end was coming, and I almost lost you. I told myself that if we survived that, I wasn't going to waste another minute.” He sighs. “And then I've rather wasted a lot of them, I'm afraid.”

The record clicks off and the shop goes silent, except for the rain, which Crowley's still trying to ignore. He tries to think what Aziraphale might consider wasting time. “Why, what do you think you ought to have been doing with them then?”

Aziraphale takes a deep breath. He gets up off of his knees and lets go of Crowley's hand, but in the split second between losing the contact and Crowley's panic starting, he leans over and braces himself against the armchair, one hand on each arm, and bends down so that his face is level with Crowley's. Very deliberately, he reaches up and pulls Crowley's dark glasses off of his face and sets them on the table next to him without taking his eyes away, so there's nothing between blue eyes and yellow. Crowley ought to be anxious about losing that filter, about being so open and vulnerable, but it's Aziraphale, the one being he's always wanted to let himself be vulnerable around but never thought he could.

“I ought to have told you the moment the world didn't end that I love you,” he says.

“Ngk,” Crowley replies, which isn't really an answer, but his brain has just short-circuited. He's been dreaming of a moment like this for centuries—millennia, really—but he's always expected it to be more dramatic, more like in the movies. And more to the point, he's always assumed he would be the one to say it. He's never really expected Aziraphale to say it back, except in his wildest fantasies.

“I don't know if you ever knew,” Aziraphale continues. “Certainly I went out of my way not to let you know, but...honestly, Crowley, you're so intelligent, I rather thought you'd figure it out sooner or later. Still, I ought to have told you sooner, and I hope you can forgive me for not.”

“You—wait!” Crowley flails a little, more mentally than physically, but he also doesn't break eye contact with Aziraphale. “I—I honestly had no idea, angel, I thought you—you don't mean that, do you?”

“I do,” Aziraphale says. “With everything I have in me. I love you, Anthony J. Crowley. I've loved you since I saw you on the ark, surrounded by children and trying to pretend you were just thwarting the Plan. I loved you at Golgotha and I loved you in Rome and I loved you in Paris. I loved you when we first came to London and I loved you during the Blitz and I loved you in the Dowlings' garden. I loved you two weeks ago and I love you now, Crowley, and I will love you long after the world stops turning and the final battle does come about.”

Crowley tries to come up with an excuse for all of this, another explanation besides reciprocation of the feelings he's always believed were one-sided. The thing is, he can't. For as smart as Aziraphale seems to think he is, he cannot for the life of him come up with a single reason why Aziraphale might not mean exactly what he's saying, except for the sheer, inescapable fact that nothing good ever happens to Crowley. He stares at Aziraphale, mouth hanging open slightly, at a total loss for words.

Aziraphale stares back. There are a few emotions on his face and Crowley can't quite read any of them, at first. After a moment, though, he recognizes one of them.

Fear.

Oh. Oh. No, that isn't happening. Not on Crowley's watch. Not now, not when he has this chance. He won't blow it like he's blown everything else.

“I love you, too,” he blurts out. “I think I've loved you from the beginning, really, from that moment at the Garden wall when you said you'd given up your sword, but I didn't really realize it until later, I thought—I don't know what I thought, but it's been there, all these centuries, and I—I thought it was just me or I'd've said something sooner and—”

“—And I'd have hurt you dreadfully by pretending I didn't love you, so perhaps it's best that you didn't, sweetheart,” Aziraphale breaks in gently.

Crowley gets hung up on the sweetheart for a minute, so it takes him a bit to catch up with what Aziraphale actually said before that word. “You were pretending that anyway,” he accuses.

“Yes, but so long as I didn't say it...” Aziraphale sighs. “It took me longer than I'd like to admit to realize you felt this way, too. Once I did, I rather hoped you knew how I felt but were sensible enough to keep things quiet.”

“So you wouldn't be seen to be consorting with a demon,” Crowley guesses. Heaven's always been so sanctimonious, and so bloody smug about it. Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing, but he still bought into all that nonsense a lot longer than someone as intelligent as he is ought to have.

Aziraphale takes Crowley's hands in his and straightens, pulling him to his feet as he does so, and they stand toe-to-toe, facing one another, holding hands in a way Crowley's always wanted. He so rarely gets to touch Aziraphale and he's wanted it for centuries, and now here they are. He relaxes into it, even though he's dreading what's coming next. Aziraphale's eyes are so serious as they bore into Crowley's.

“Crowley,” he says quietly, “do you know what Heaven would have done if they had known?”

“They'd have kept us apart,” Crowley says. He's thought of very little else. “Called you back Upstairs. Like they tried that one time, back in the 1800s. You remember?”

Aziraphale shakes his head, and Crowley's going to describe the incident in more detail when Aziraphale says, “No, nothing like that. I was never worried about what they would do to me. Much, anyway. But you...Crowley, they'd have accused you of seducing me. Tempting me away from righteousness or some nonsense like that. That's not something they would have ever forgiven. So I kept it to myself, and I thought...well, the Arrangement worked well, neither of us got bothered very much, so they certainly wouldn't think we were friends and I could at least keep you in my life. And then I realized you felt the same, and I...I got frightened. Because I know well enough that if you ever said it out loud...”

“Heaven would know,” Crowley completes.

“And so would Hell.”

Crowley hisses. “I'd never have let them touch you.” The very idea of it makes his blood boil. Crowley would fight a lot worse than the forces of Hell for Aziraphale.

“It wasn't me they'd have come for,” Aziraphale says softly, and Crowley remembers again just how intelligent the angel really is—and how intuitive. “Heaven would have seen you doing what demons do—tempting and leading astray—and punished you for targeting an angel. Hell would have seen you getting distracted, going soft. They'd have gone after you, dearest, not me. And the very thought terrified me beyond reason. Hell would have destroyed you utterly, but Heaven would have made you suffer first.”

Crowley shudders, remembering the look on Michael's face, the punishment he'd had in store for Aziraphale. He was able to stand up to it because he was doing it for Aziraphale—and because he knew that it wouldn't hurt him really—but the look of contempt and sadistic glee still haunts him. That expression didn't belong to someone big on mercy.

“Either way, wouldn't have been good,” he manages. “For me, at any rate.”

“Or for me. I never would have forgiven myself if I'd been the reason something happened to you. And I wouldn't have been able to survive without you.” Aziraphale tightens his grip on Crowley's hands. “After six thousand years...I cannot lose you, Crowley.”

Crowley's chest constricts, and it's hard for him to catch his breath. He never expected to hear such a heartfelt declaration from his angel—can he actually say that now, his angel? Yes, he supposes he can. That's what all this is boiling down to, isn't it? Aziraphale loves him. He loves Aziraphale. That makes Aziraphale his. And—he'd swallow if he had the air to do it—it makes him Aziraphale's in return.

Aziraphale looks at him for a moment, his expression as serious as Crowley's ever seen it. Finally, he says, “I would very much like to kiss you now, dearest, if you'll let me.”

What Crowley wants to say is I would very much like to kiss you back. What he wants to say is I've been wanting that for at least five millennia. What he wants to say is What are you waiting for?

What he actually says is, “Wg.”

His eyes must convey what he wants to say, though, because Aziraphale lets go of his hands and cups his face gently and tilts it towards him, and Crowley closes his eyes and oh...

The touch of Aziraphale's lips against his is everything he's imagined and more. They're soft and warm and pliant, like the rest of him, and so gentle and tender. Crowley finds himself grabbing desperately at the lapels of Aziraphale's jacket, frantic for something to hold onto lest he find himself floating away into space. Aziraphale slides one hand to the back of Crowley's head, threading it through his hair, and shifts the angle.

Crowley whimpers slightly, and Aziraphale evidently takes it as an invitation to deepen the kiss, which it absolutely would have been if Crowley had known before this moment that was possible. He gasps and tightens his grip on Aziraphale, then melts under the combination of heat and tenderness the angel is pouring into their kiss.

When at last Aziraphale breaks away—slowly, ever so slowly—Crowley finds himself gasping for air and reluctant to open his eyes. He's also vaguely aware that he's trembling all over.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale sounds worried. “Are you all right, dearest?”

“Fine,” Crowley manages, and it's only partly a lie. He's better than fine, actually, he feels fantastic, but at the same time he feels open and vulnerable and known for the first time since he became a demon, and it's a bit much to handle. He forces his eyes open and tries to smile, but he's still a little shaky. “Is it always like that?”

“Is it—have you never kissed anyone before?” Aziraphale asks, obviously startled.

Crowley wonders, for a brief moment, if he wants to be able to say yes, of course I have, or if he should want that. Instead, he decides to be honest. “No. Never wanted to, really.” He hesitates. “Well, except you.”

He sees Aziraphale's expression, interprets it as shock or disbelief or skepticism or some combination of all three, and he does what he often does in these situations: babble. “I know, I know, it's proper demonic activity and all that rot, seducing and luring with sexual wiles and whatnot, but that's not me, angel, that's never been how I work. And I never met anyone that seemed worth wanting to kiss. Never met anyone who was a patch on you, and that's the big thing, I think, is that I compared every person who ever even flirted with me to you—”

“Been that many, then?” Aziraphale interrupts, and Crowley misses the flash in his eyes.

“Yeah, a few,” he says distractedly. “Mostly before we came to England for good, but one or two since then. Parts of the city get a bit—”

He's cut off abruptly by Aziraphale tugging him sharply forward and kissing him again. It's not like the first time at all. Crowley can feel all the emotions in it: passion and a bit of lust and a hefty dose of what feels like possessiveness, and all he can really do is hold on and ride the tide of heat. In a distant part of his mind, he registers that he's being claimed, that Aziraphale is staking his territory and damn anyone who says otherwise. It occurs to him, with a rush of surprise, that Aziraphale might be jealous, even though he's got no reason to be.

He's panting for air when Aziraphale finally lets him up, and he's definitely shaking again. “Yeah, okay, that answers that question then,” he says, a bit dizzy.

Aziraphale, damn him, smirks, rubbing his thumb against Crowley's cheekbone. “I've admittedly had a bit of practice. I'll be happy to show you.”

Crowley definitely feels jealous himself at the thought of the angel kissing anyone else like that. It must show in his face, because Aziraphale's expression softens, and he plants a brief, gentle kiss on the corner of Crowley's mouth. “Only once or twice, while you were taking that long nap of yours. I...I think I was trying to banish the memory of the way I treated you.”

“'S not your fault,” Crowley protests. Now that he knows how Aziraphale's always felt about him—and that Aziraphale knew how he felt in return—a lot of things make more sense. “You know I've never looked at anyone but you, yeah?”

Aziraphale blushes. It's unfairly adorable. “Crowley,” he murmurs. “Will you stay?”

Crowley's heart flutters, and he clutches Aziraphale a little tighter. He's never wanted anything more. “As long as you like, angel.”

“Forever,” Aziraphale whispers.

At that single word, something inside of Crowley rights itself and snaps into place. For the first time in six thousand years, he's right where he belongs. He's home.

“Yes, Aziraphale,” he whispers back, wrapping his arms around the angel's neck and pressing his face into his shoulder. “And even longer.”

[the-septuplets-of-chaos]

The Graves Septuplets: Character introductions 

Birthday: July 7th

Ages: 17

Fun fact: No matter how calm or sensible some of them might seem they all cause trouble one way or another :P

Julius (Julie)

Color: Blue

Height: 6'0"

Personality: Julius is a very calm and quiet person most of the time, who enjoys the simple things in life. He's the kind of person you can trust and depend on when you need help. He cares very much about people who are important to him.

Hobbies: Cooking and reading.

Favorite quote: "I don't need any calming tea! I need to capture the Avatar!" - Prince Zuko

Caesar (C - pronounced sea)

Color: Green

Height: 6'1" ("and a half" - Caesar)

Personality: Caesar is not the sharpest tool in shed but he's big and he's loveable and he's got a laugh worth a million suns. He's a very active guy and spends most of his time outside hangout with friends and his brothers. He often gets brilliant ideas that usually lead to him getting hurt in so many ways but he'll always get up and laugh the pain off.

Hobbies: Basketball, parkour, and drawing on himself.

Favorite quote: "I'm not gay but $20 is $20."

David (Dave)

Color: Red

Height: 5'11"

Personality: David is an dramatic emo theater kid. The way he acts on might assume that he's a *cough* chuunibyou *cough.* Usually he walks around fighting for the dark side doing who-knows-what in the name of avoiding his "troublesome" family. It never works though and underneath the many layers of angst is a sweet boy with the best kind of dark humor.

Hobbies: Doing his evil masters bidding, swimming, watching anime, and rapping with his brothers ((Yea, the Grave Septuplets be a cypher and they all rap for fun and stuff 😂))

Favorite quote: “Reality rejected… synapses shattered… be vanished from this world!” – Rikka Takanashi (his waifu)

Jayce (Jamie)

Color: Purple

Height: 6′3″

Personality: Jayce is the smartest septuplet academically. He’s also the most “sensible” and often tells on his brothers if they do something wrong just for the fun of it. He’s very shy around large crowds and strangers but is very talkative around people he's familiar with, is very clumsy, and has no sense of direction. 

Hobbies: Being a full-time grammar police, showing off his smarts, playing chess, people watching.

Favorite quote: “Not scientifically possible!!” -  Professor Membrane

Rurik (Ricky)

Color: Orange 

Height: 6′0″

Personality: This trickster is always up to no good. If he can’t use words to charm you into giving him what he wants he’ll just steal it from you when you’re not looks. He’s likes causing problems for people, especially the tattletale Jayce. When he’s not causing problems he’s a pretty fun guy to be around. 

Hobbies: Causing mischief, stealing, picking fights with people, being the center of attention.

Favorite quote: “Bad habits never killed anyone.” - His favorite shirt.

Geo

Color: Pink

Height: 5′7″

Personality: Geo is a cute boi. He’s strange, but sweet. He’s a creative genius and often gets lost in his thoughts. He’s very soft spoken and cowardly. Geo is afraid of a lot of things like toddlers, 3rd graders, small dogs, loud noises, and big cats (tigers, lions, panthers, etc.) Tho despite his weak appearance he’s very flexible, quick, and has a love of choke holds and suplexes. He likes dressing up girly cuz he feels comfortable in cute clothes.

Hobbies: Day dreaming, writing, collecting things he finds cute.

Favorite quotes (Geo was told to pick one quote but he didn't): “Based on how I react when toast pops out of the toaster, I will never look cool walking away from an explosion.” - He forgot.

“People change. Now I’m a lamp.” - He forgot again.

“If there were fish in a lake, fishing would make no sense.” - Lech Walesa

Quincy (Quinn)

((I wanted to include him cuz I'd have to put (-1) in the title and I didn't want to do that. Twas too tired to draw the baby so have a picture from Picrew))

Tumblr: @there-is-no-i-in-party

Height: 5'3"

Personality: Quinn suffers from Alexithymia but that doesn't stop him from trying to make people and trying to be there for people. He's a ball of sunshine and couldn't hate a person even if he knew how. He's described as well liked with an infectious energy that brings out the best in people.

Hobbies: Rapping, giving free hugs, skateboarding, hanging out with people

Favorite Quote: "Oh, I never leave home without my party cannon." - Pinkie Pie (What else where you expecting?)

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[ ELEMENTS ]     fire.  ice.  water.  air.  earth.  rain.  snow.  wind.  moon.  stars.  sun.  heat.  cold.  frost.  lightning.  sunlight.  moonlight.  dawn.  dusk.  twilight.  midnight.  sunrise.  sunset.  dewdrops.  time.  aether.

[ WEAPONS ]     fists.  legs.  sword.  dagger.  spear.  bow & arrow.  hammer.  shield. ( on occasion )  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips.  knives.  throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staves.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic.  rocks.  mud balls.  claws.  teeth.  stealth.  strategy.  words.  ( added :  grenades  /  grenade launcher.  pistols.  assault  /  automatic weapons.  shotguns.  handguns.  submachine guns.  heavy machine guns.  rifles  /  carbines  /  sniper rifles.  explosives.  cybernetic arm.  hands. )  

[ MATERIALS ]     gold.  silver.  copper.  platinum.  titanium.  vibranium.  rose gold.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires.  emeralds.  amethyst.  metal.  iron.  rust.  steel.  glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  lace.  leather.  ( kevlar )  silk.  velvet.  denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble.  dust.  glitter.  blood.  dirt.  mud.  smoke.  ash.  shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics.  ribbon.

[ NATURE ]     grass.  leaves.  trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  sunflowers.  tulips.  lavender petals.  seeds.  hay.  sand.  rocks.  roots.  flowers.  fungi.  ocean.  river.  frozen lake.  meadow.  valley.  forest.  desert.  tundra.  savanna.  rain forest.  caves.  underwater.  beach.  waves.  space.  clouds.  mountains.  snow.  mist.  pond.

[ ANIMALS ]     lions.  wolves.  foxes.  eagles.  owls.  falcons.  hawks.  swans.  snakes.  turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  spiders.  birds.  dove.  seagulls.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  cats.  dogs.  bunnies.  penguins.  praying mantises.  crows.  ravens.  mice.  lizards.  werewolves.  scorpions.  unicorns.  pegasi.  dragons.  ladybugs.  scarabs.  chickens.  magpies.  elephants.  goats.  

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]     sugar.  salt.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne.  hard liquor.  vodka.  beer.  coffee.  sake.  tea.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry.  strawberry.  watermelon.  vegetables.  fruits.  meat.  fish.  pies.  desserts.  chocolate.  cream.  caramel.  berries.  nuts.  cinnamon.  burgers.  burritos.  pizza.  ambrosia.  eggs.  milk.  bird.  insects.  omelette.  cake.  honey.  potatoes.  

[ HOBBIES ]     music.  art.  watercolors.  gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting.  sketching.  fighting.  writing ( journal )  composing.  cooking.  baking.  sewing.  training.  dancing. ( back in the day )  acting.  singing.  martial arts.  self - defense.  war tactics.  electronics.  technology.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater.  libraries.  books.  magazines.   cds.   records.   vinyls.   cassettes.   piano.  ( back in the day )   strings.  violin.  guitar.  electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass.  flute.  bells.  exploring.  playing cards.  poker chips.  chess.  dice.  motorcycle riding.  eating.  sleeping.  climbing.  running.  jogging.  parkour.  studying.  driving.

[ MISC ]     balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape.  light.  dark.  candles.  growth.  decay.  war.  peace.  money.  power.  percussion.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  lighters.  pets.  diary.  journal.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  realism.  happiness.  optimism.  ( back in the day )  pessimism.  loneliness.  family.  friends.  clan.  assistants.  co - workers.  enemies.  loyalty.  smoking.  drugs  ( medical / experimental. )  kindness.  love.  hugs.  kisses.  spring.  summer.  autumn.   winter.  farmland.  countryside.  suburban.  village.  mischief.  stability.  lies.  truth.  ( added :  identity.  devastation.  shadows.  disaster.  chaos.  corruption.  abuse.  guilt.  masters.  politics.  orders.  dehumanization.  brainwashing. )

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[ COLORS ]  red.   brown.   orange.   yellow.  green.   blue.  purple.   pink.  black.   white.  teal.   silver.   gold.   grey.  lilac.   metallic.  matte.  royal blue.   strawberry red.   charcoal grey.  forest green.   apple red.  violet.   navy blue.   crimson.  cream.   mint green.   bubblegum pink.  sky blue.   pale jade.  magenta.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire.   ice.   water.   air.   earth.  rain.  snow. wind.   moon.   stars.  sun.   heat.   cold.   steam.   frost.   lightning.   sunlight. moonlight.  dawn.   dusk.   twilight.   midnight.   sunrise.  sunset.  dewdrops.   time.   aether.

[ WEAPONS ] fists.   legs. sword.   dagger.   spear.   bow & arrow.   hammer.   shield.   poison.   guns.   axes.   throwing axes.   whips.   knives.  throwing knives.   pepper sprays.   tasers.    slingshots.   katanas.   maces.   staves.   wands.   powers.  magical items.   magic.   rocks.   mud balls.   claws.   teeth.   stealth.   strategy.   words.

[ MATERIALS ] gold.  silver.   copper.   platinum.   titanium.  rose gold. obsidian. diamonds.  pearls.   rubies.  sapphires.   emeralds.  amethyst.  metal.   iron.   rust.  steel.   glass.   wood.   porcelain.   paper.   wool.   fur.   lace.   leather.  silk.   velvet.   denim.  linen.   cotton.   charcoal.   clay.  stone.   asphalt.   brick.  marble.   dust.   glitter.   blood.  dirt.   mud.   smoke.   ash.   shadow.  carbonate.   rubber.   synthetics.   ribbon.

[ NATURE ]   grass.   leaves.   trees.  bark.   roses.   daisies.   sunflowers.   tulips.   lavender petals.  seeds.   hay.   sand.   rocks.  roots.   flowers.   fungi.   ocean.   river.   frozen lake.   meadow.   valley.   forest.   desert.   tundra.  savanna.  rain forest.  caves.   underwater.   beach.  waves.   space.   clouds.   mountains.   snow.   mist.   pond. wind.

[ ANIMALS ] lions.   wolves.   foxes.   eagles.   owls.   falcons.   hawks.   swans.   snakes.   turtles.   ducks.   bugs.   spiders.   birds.   dove.   seagulls.   whales.   dolphins.   fish.   sharks.   horses.   cats.   dogs.   bunnies.   penguins.   praying mantises.   crows.    ravens.  mice.   lizards.   werewolves.   scorpions.   unicorns.   pegasi.   dragons.  ladybugs.   scarabs.   chickens.  magpies. cicadas.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]  sugar. salt.   candy.   bubblegum.  wine.   champagne.   hard liquor.   vodka.   beer.   coffee.   sake. tea.   spices.   herbs.  apple.   orange.   lemon.   peach.   strawberry.  watermelon.   vegetables.   fruits.  meat.   fish.   pies.   desserts.   chocolate.  cream.   caramel.   berries.   nuts.   cinnamon. burgers.   burritos.   pizza.  ambrosia.   eggs.   milk.   bird.   insects.   omelette.   cake.   honey.

[ HOBBIES ] music.   art.   watercolors.   gardening.   smithing.   sculpting.  painting.   sketching.  fighting.   writing.   composing.   cooking.   baking. sewing.  training.   dancing.   acting.   singing.  martial arts.   self-defense.  war tactics.   electronics.   technology. cameras.  video cameras.   video games.   computer.   phone.   movies.   theater.   libraries.   books.   magazines.   cds.   records.   vinyls.   cassettes.   piano.   strings.   violin.   guitar.   electronic guitar.   bass guitar.   harmonica.   harp.   woodwinds.   brass.   flute.   bells.   exploring.   playing cards.   poker chips.  chess.   dice.  motorcycle riding.   eating.  sleeping.   climbing.   running.   jogging.  parkour.   studying.

[ MISC ]     balloons.   bubbles.  cityscape.   light.   dark.  candles.   growth.   decay.  war. peace.  money.   power.   percussion.   clocks.   photos.   mirrors.  dissection. lighters.   pets.   diary.   journal.   fairy lights.   madness.   sanity.  sadness.   realism.   happiness.   optimism.   pessimism.   loneliness.   family.   friends.  cult.  assistants.   co-workers.  enemies.  loyalty.   smoking.   drugs.   kindness.   love.   hugs.   kisses.   spring. summer.   autumn.   winter.   farmland.  countryside.   suburban.   village.   mischief.   stability.   lies. truth.  abduction.

tagged by:   @anihiila​ tagging:   whoever wants to!

[goldenlily]

BOLD any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list !     repost;  don’t reblog.

[ COLORS ]     RED.   brown.   orange.   yellow.   green.   blue.   purple.   PINK.   BLACK.  WHITE.   teal.   SILVER.   GOLD.   grey.   lilac.   metallic.   MATTE.   royal blue.   STRAWBERRY RED.   charcoal grey.   forest green.   APPLE RED.   VIOLET.   NAVY BLUE.   CRIMSON.   CREAM.   mint green.   BUBBLEGUM PINK.  sky blue.   pale jade.   MAGENTA.

[ ELEMENTS ]     FIRE.   ICE.   water.   air.   earth.   RAIN.   snow.   wind.   MOON.   STARS.  SUN.   heat.   COLD.   steam.   FROST.   LIGHTNING.   sunlight.   MOONLIGHT.   dawn.   dusk.  TWILIGHT.   MIDNIGHT.   sunrise.   SUNSET.   DEWDROPS.   TIME.   aether.

[ WEAPONS ]     FISTS.   LEGS.   sword.   dagger.   spear.   bow & arrow.   hammer.   shield.   POISON.   guns.   axes.   throwing axes.   whips.   knives.  throwing knives.   pepper sprays.   TASERS.   machine guns.   slingshots.   katanas.   MACES.   staves.   wands.  powers.   magical items.   magic.   rocks.   mud balls.   CLAWS.   TEETH.   STEALTH.   STRATEGY.   WORDS.

[ MATERIALS ]     GOLD.   SILVER.   copper.   platinum.   titanium.   ROSE GOLD.   DIAMONDS.   PEARLS.   RUBIES.   SAPPHIRES.   EMERALDS.   AMETHYST. METAL.    iron.   rust.   steel.   GLASS.   wood.   PORCELAIN.   paper.   wool.   FUR.   LACE.   LEATHER.   SILK.   velvet.   denim.   linen.   COTTON.   charcoal.   clay.   stone.   asphalt.   brick.   MARBLE.   dust.    GLITTER.   BLOOD.   dirt.    mud.   smoke.   ash.   SHADOW.   carbonate.   rubber.   synthetics.   RIBBON.

[ NATURE ]     GRASS.   leaves.   TREES.   bark.   ROSES.   DAISIES.   SUNFLOWERS.   tulips.   LAVENDER PETALS.   seeds.   hay.   SAND.   rocks.   roots.   FLOWERS.   fungi.   OCEAN.   river.   FROZEN LAKE.  MEADOW.   valley.   FOREST.   desert.   tundra.   savanna.   rain forest.   caves.   underwater.   beach.   waves.   space.   CLOUDS.   MOUNTAINS.   SNOW.   MIST.   pond.

[ ANIMALS ]     LIONS.   WOLVES.   foxes.   eagles.   owls.   falcons.   HAWKS.   swans.   SNAKES.   turtles.   ducks.   bugs.   spiders.   birds.   dove.   seagulls.   whales.   dolphins.   fish.   sharks.   horses.   cats.   dogs.   bunnies.   penguins.   praying mantises.   CROWS.    RAVENS.  mice.   lizards.   werewolves.   scorpions.   unicorns.   pegasi.   DRAGONS.   ladybugs.   scarabs.   chickens.   magpies.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]     SUGAR.   SALT.   candy.   bubblegum.   WINE.   CHAMPAGNE.   hard liquor.   vodka.   beer.   coffee.   sake.   tea.   SPICES.   HERBS.   apple.   orange.   lemon.   CHERRY.   strawberry.   watermelon.   VEGETABLES.   FRUITS.   meat.   fish.   pies.   DESSERTS.  chocolate.   cream.   CARAMEL.   berries.   nuts.   CINNAMON.   burgers.   burritos.   pizza.   ambrosia.   eggs.   milk.   bird.   insects.   OMELETTE.   CAKE.   HONEY.

[ HOBBIES ]     MUSIC.   ART.   WATERCOLORS.   GARDENING.   smithing.   SCULPTING.   PAINTING.   SKETCHING.   fighting.   WRITING.   COMPOSING.   COOKING.   BAKING.   SEWING.   training.   dancing.   acting.  SINGING.   martial arts. self-defense.   war tactics.   electronics.   technology.   CAMERAS.   video cameras.   video games.   computer.   phone.   MOVIES.  theater.   LIBRARIES.   BOOKS.   MAGAZINES.   CDS.   RECORDS.   VINYLS.   CASSETTES.   PIANO.   strings.   VIOLIN.   GUITAR.   electronic guitar.   bass guitar.   harmonica.   harp.   woodwinds.   brass.   flute.   bells.   exploring.   playing cards.   poker chips.   CHESS.   dice.   MOTORCYCLE RIDING.   eating.   sleeping.  climbing.   running.   jogging.   parkour.   studying.

[ MISC ]   balloons.   bubbles.   cityscape.   light.   DARK.   CANDLES.   GROWTH.   decay.  war.  peace.   MONEY.   POWER.   percussion.   CLOCKS.   PHOTOS.   MIRRORS.   lighters.   pets.   DIARY.   JOURNAL.   fairy lights.   MADNESS.   sanity.   sadness.   realism.   happiness.   optimism.   pessimism.   loneliness.   FAMILY.   friends.   clan.   assistants.   co-workers.  enemies.   LOYALTY.   smoking.   drugs.   kindness.   LOVE.   hugs.   kisses.   spring.   summer.   autumn.   WINTER.   farmland.   COUNTRYSIDE.   suburban.   VILLAGE.   mischief.   STABILITY.   lies.   TRUTH.

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[amazongoddcss]

BOLD any which apply to your muse italicize what somewhat apply or in certain verses add to the list and please repost, don’t reblog

[ COLORS ]     red.   brown.   orange.   yellow.   green.   blue.   purple.   pink.   black.   white.   teal.   silver.   gold.   grey.   lilac.   metallic.   matte.   royal blue.   strawberry red.   charcoal.   grey.   forest green.   apple red.   violet.   navy blue.   crimson.   cream.   mint green.   bubblegum pink.   sky blue.   pale jade.   magenta.

[ ELEMENTS ]     fire.   ice.   water.   air.   earth.   rain.   snow.   wind.   moon.   stars.   sun.   heat.   cold.   steam.   frost.   lightning.   sunlight.   moonlight.   dawn.   dusk.   twilight.   midnight.   sunrise.   sunset.   dewdrops.   time.   aether.

[ WEAPONS ]     fists.   legs.   sword.   dagger.   spear.   bow & arrow.   hammer.   shield.   poison.   guns.   axes.   throwing axes.   whips.   knives.   throwing knives.   pepper sprays.   tasers.   machine guns.   slingshots.   katanas.   maces.   staves.   wands.   powers.   magical items.   magic.   rocks.   mud balls.   claws.   teeth.   stealth.   strategy.   words.

[ MATERIALS ]     gold.   silver.   copper.   platinum.   titanium.   rose gold.   diamonds.   pearls.   rubies.   sapphires.   emeralds.   amethyst.   metal.   iron.   rust.   steel.   glass.   wood.   porcelain.   paper.   wool.   fur.   lace.   leather.   silk.   velvet.   denim.   linen.   cotton.   charcoal.   clay.   stone.   asphalt.   brick.   marble.   dust.   glitter.   blood.   dirt.   mud.   smoke.   ash.   shadow.   carbonate.   rubber.   synthetics.   ribbon.

[ NATURE ]     grass.   leaves.   trees.   bark.   roses.   daisies.   sunflowers.   tulips.   lavender.   petals.   seeds.   hay.   sand.   rocks.   roots.   flowers.   fungi.   ocean.   river.   frozen lake.   meadow.   valley.   forest.   desert.   tundra.   savanna.   rain forest.   caves.   underwater.   beach.   waves.   space.   clouds.   mountains.   snow.   mist.   pond.

[ ANIMALS ]     lions.   wolves.   foxes.   eagles.   owls.   falcons.   hawks.   swans.   snakes.   turtles.   ducks.   bugs.   spiders.   birds.   dove.   seagulls.   whales.   dolphins.   fish.   sharks.   horses.   cats.   dogs.   bunnies.   penguins.   praying mantises.   crows.   ravens.   mice.   lizards.   werewolves.   scorpions.   unicorns.   pegasi.   dragons.   ladybugs.   scarabs.   chickens.   magpies.   elephants.

[ FOODS / DRINKS ]     sugar.   salt.   candy.   bubblegum.   wine.   champagne.   hard liquor.   vodka.   beer.   coffee.   sake.   tea.   spices.   herbs.   apple.   orange.   lemon.   cherry.   strawberry.   watermelon.   vegetables.   fruits.   meat.   fish.   pies.   desserts.   chocolate.   cream.   caramel.   berries.   nuts.   cinnamon.   burgers.   burritos.   pizza.   ambrosia.   eggs.   milk.   bird.   insects.   omelette.   cake.   honey.   potatoes.

[ HOBBIES ]     music.   art.   watercolors.   gardening.   smithing.   sculpting.   painting.   sketching.   fighting.   writing.   composing.   cooking.   baking.   sewing.   training.   dancing.   acting.   singing.   martial arts.   self-defense.   war tactics.   electronics.   technology.   cameras.   video cameras.   video games.   computer.   phone.   movies.   theater.   libraries.   books.   magazines.   cds.   records.   vinyls.   cassettes.   piano.   strings.   violin.   guitar.   electronic guitar.   bass guitar.   harmonica.   harp.   woodwinds.   brass.   flute.   bells.   exploring.   playing cards.   poker chips.   chess.   dice.   motorcycle riding.   eating.   sleeping.   climbing.   running.   jogging.   parkour.   studying.   driving.

[ MISC ]      balloons.   bubbles.   cityscape.   light.   dark.   candles.   growth.   decay.   war.   peace.   money.   power.   percussion.   clocks.   photos.   mirrors.   lighters.   pets.   diary.   journal.   fairy lights.   madness.   sanity.   sadness.   realism.   happiness.   optimism.   pessimism.   loneliness.   family.   friends.   clan.   assistants.   co-workers.   enemies.   loyalty.   smoking.   drugs.   kindness.   love.   hugs.   kisses.   spring.   summer.   autumn.   winter.   farmland.   countryside.   suburban.   village.   mischief.   stability.   lies.   truth.

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