#my marvel muse is as dead as he actually is

[mehiwilldoitlater]

*crawls in through opened window* Hi, hello,you done goofed, and I am back. May I humbly request on behalf of all of us monke simps if we may have a continuation of my previous request? Maybe a little while after our journey with the destined one had started,maybe some blossoming romantic tensions of sorts? 👀👀? Pretty please, oh glorious author?

"~ Came on, Barbie, let's go party!"

"~ah ah ah YEAH!"

"This song is worse than hearing my sisters bickering."

How could someone predict that the recovery of your cellphone, with still all your music insider, could have led to a night of fun and drinks in the Zodiac Village?

It wasn't the first time that you and the Destined One used that place as a place for rest, such as a hiding spot for the fourth spider sister, but that was the first time that the stop became an actual party.

"Aaah, young one, cheer up! The music may not be of your king, but the spirits are high tonight!"

Even Chen mused, taking the chance to relive the cul of the young yaogaui. Despite her unamused looks, just like her new master Yin, too focused on his blacksmith projects to care about your party, she seemed more relaxed than usual. 

At the ending of the song, you finally stopped spinning with Shen, laughing while Xu kept on clapping his pawns together in a thunderous laugh.

"Marvelous, marvelous! Such fun! Oh, how I missed these days, brothers!"

"Here, younger sister! Have another drink! Let's have fun tonight; Destiny can wait!"

"Thank you, Brother Shen!"

You gladly gulped another cup of the new liquor that Shen Monkey was able to distill from some fruits. It was sweet to your tongue—far too much of your king.

"Easy there," your friend monkey said, putting his own cup on the ground. "We don't want you having a hangover tomorrow!" 

"I can handle some alcohol!"

"Let her have some fun! We're with friends! No enemy, no celestial realm, no Yaoguais, only friends, little brother!"

Shen laughed while saying this, putting more wine in the Monkey Cup again. The song slowly faded, then another one started. You recognized in one second, remembering your evergreen era.

"Ooh! This one is a love song from my world! Here here!"

You laughed, grabbing Spider's hand, invincing her for a small dance. She sighed, obliged you in your fun, sure that you'll maybe regret it for your childish behavior in the morning. Without a care, you even started to sing again to this new tune.

"~L is for the way you look at me,

~O is for the only one I see,

~V is very, very extraordinary,

~E is even more than anyone that you adore can!"

During your dance alongside Spider, Shen looked quite pleased. The first time he saw you, you were a trembling mess, always afraid of the new Yaogaui ready to eat you whole, and now you were just part of their world, like if it was always supposed to be this way. He chuckled a little, nodging to the other simian.

"Well, look at that. I believed that the Biàn huà was supposed to be-"

He stopped After his eyes fell on the younger monkey. 

His face was supported by his hand; he sat on the ground, his attention completely on you and your dance. His eyes were filled with such adoration that Shen wondered if even other deities had ever gotten the chance to be looked at that way. The breath of the monkey was deep and slow, like he was holding his breath, such that his attention was only on you. His tail moved slowly, almost mimicking or following you.

That glint in his eyes...Shen smiled a little, taking another sip from his cup./

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"And here I thought you could hold your alcohol."

Monkey smiled while covering you with your blanket. The fire that accompanied your little gathering was now long dead; everyone was calling for the night, especially the two of you since this one was just a small stop on your journey. You needed it, he thought, thinking on how much you endured and how much you became strong in the recent weeks.

In your sleep, you grabbed his hand, searching for the security of his own presence. That gesture made his chest warmer, more for the liquor that he ingested before. He caressed, taking your mind at ease. Where was he supposed to go without you, his beloved friend?

He strechet; he still needed to check on his armor with Yin, so he started to take his way out from Chen house, which he gladly decided to share with you two.

"It was a nice party; the view was... amazing too."

Shen was sitting on his usual spot, taking advantage of the still-burning furnace of his friend Xu. Despite the amount of liquor consumed, he still was holding another gourd, his cheeks holding a darker shade of color.

"The view?"

Asked monkey, confused by the forefather statement. Shen rose up, helping himself by holding the younger hand and putting his arm behind his neck. Enough space to talk, not enough to be heard.

"I noticed... That look on you came on; don't be shy with your forefather; tell me everything!"

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

Shen looked at Monkey, between some curiosity and suspicion. Was he really that stupid to haven't noticed something about himself?

"About our lovely friend, lady Y/n... don't tell me your feel nothing!"

"Of course not! I care for her! She's my friend!"

"I mean deeper..."

"Uh.. well, she's... courageous and... kind and... She has shown to have a God heart, and she's funny, and-"

"Okay, okay, so you... like her?"

"Of course I like her; she's my friend!"

Shen looked at him in indisbelief. Then he started to laugh, so high that Monkey feared that he would wake up everyone.

"I can't believe it! Little Brother, you're clearly falling for the lady! A deep fall!"

Monkey held his breath; he couldn't believe what he was hearing! Shen kept on snickering like a child, moving his tail like never before.

"I'm not! We're Just... We Need to... It's inappropriate!"

"Aaaaaw, you're like a cub learning about the beauty of the love season! Ah, love...the worst liquor! Sweet on the tongue, the worst hangover at the end."

He was even making fun of him! The furr of the younger was all Shaggy for the mocking from the eldest! Why he needed to point it out something so embarrassing! Gods, he was lucky that you were deep asleep in front of the alcohol; the idea to be even mortified in front of you was an awful idea!

"I suggest you take your step a little faster! I heard that your precious little Y/N is becoming quite popular."

"UUUGH!...I gave up!"

And so, between the laugh of the elders, Monkey marched to Yin forgery. He wanted nothing more than to avoid the subject! Damn, he preferred to be forced to fight the tiger even instead to think about it!

You and him together?! Absurd! You two were companions, friends! He promised you to get you home, and that was it! Nothing more, nothing less!

But, for some reason, that thought brought him a feeling of... loss. Once it was over, once Sun Wukong revival, you'd be gone. No more adventures, no more parties, no more talk between the two of you.

You'll be back to your normal and mundane life, and he'll be the monkey that helped the resurrection of the Great Sage...

And about the idea of others courting you, he felt uneasy, even angry! But it wasn't nice! Of course you would strike someone; you were amazing! And yet he didn't like it... No, he didn't like the idea of you with someone.

...Oh boy...

He started to run towards the tiger, hoping that a few strikes from him would free his mind from these thoughts. 

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Capture of Húrin: Extended Musings

So I have extended musings on Maedhros’s capture and first meeting with Morgoth here so I thought I’d do Húrin as well! This is an updated version with more writing. This combines both reading/interpretation of the text, headcanons and just prose. Like with my Maedhros ones this incorporates a lot from my various Angband world building posts! Feel free to ask questions about that I had so much fun writing this to be honest Angband world building and aftermath of captivity masterlist

I have many related posts including this one!

The battle that would be called Nírnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered is drawing to a close and Húrin Thalion knows it. He has long since lost sight of his brother and the other men of his house. Countless Edain, Eldar and enemies lie at his feet, dead and dying.

We are told that Húrin slew Gothmog’s troll guard. His own weapon having been cast aside, he is fighting with the axe of a fallen orc. He fights for vengeance and for his life, not knowing it is not his death that his enemies want. Not yet. By the time he collapses beneath the pile of the dead, he is thinking only of his family. His wife has before told him that he has an unrealistic view of his own mortality but he thinks right now his view is clear. He will die here among friends and enemies alike, no mortal injuries suffered but all energy spent.

And he is wrong.

He is pulled from the wreckage. It is not a rescue. He knows this and struggles futilely against the inhumanly strong hands that lift him into the air and the voice that laughs when his legs flail, too far from the ground. He recognizes the demon that grips him as the one who so easily knocked him and Lord Turgon aside in pursuit of the king.

When the demonic creature had first seized him in one dreadful claw, bits of the metal had melted to his skin. He had realized then that he could still scream. Gothmog had let him drop to the ground where he lay, splayed on his back, one of his legs twisted and no weapon in reach. He thought then that he would die. He thought that Gothmog had pulled him from the mass of bodies where he would have collapsed from exhaustion and suffocation so that he might be tormented and his death more gruesome and public.

(It will not be long before Húrin sees that the lord of balrogs has not taken merely him as a prize but also the ruined, still smoking helmet of King Fingon)

In the chaos of the dying battle and his exhaustion and fear, it does not yet occur to Húrin the reason for his capture. He has spent years patrolling and scouting for Lord Fingon, he knows that his kind are rarely taken as captives to the Enemy, except by bored groups of orcs or the men who serve Morgoth. Creatures like balrogs should have no interest in him except his death. The demon lord can hold him in one hand, restraining his own power to keep from burning him alive. Húrin’s armor is uncomfortably hot against his clothes and skin but still he fights when at last Gothmog sets him down and orders its removal. He has no weapon and so little strength as he is set upon by six or seven orcs who take hold of his limbs, pin him down and pull off his vambraces, breast plate, and even his boots. A blow to the head dizzies him, turning his thrashing into a feeble twitching that causes his captors to actually pause in their laughter. It is one of the first times Húrin will wonder at where they find their amusement.

It will be far from the last.

Again at Gothmog’s orders, they bind his hands and blindfold him. The adrenaline that had carried him through the battle is gone and he stumbles as they push him along. His fear and anger had acted as shield against the pain of the  innumerable bruises and cuts he had amassed during the fight but his shield is broken and a thousand aches set in, making his pace still slower. There are times he wonders if he will reach their destination alive and marvels at the irony of this, to survive the battle that killed so many only to collapse in these desolate lands from exhaustion.

They give him water at some point.  He tries to refuse it, on principle, automatically but once again he is overcome by sheer numbers. The flask is forced to his lips and instinct taking over, he swallows so he will not choke. The water fills him with a new fear:

They want him alive.

It is two or three days into the journey that Húrin fully realizes something still worse; that the fact that he wasn’t dead yet wasn’t simply spite on the part of his captors; they were keeping him alive for a purpose. At this point he was overcome with dread and began to suspect the reason for his capture.

It might be at this point he wonders, vaguely at first, of Lord Turgon, if the enemy was observant enough to see their reunion, perhaps even to hear his brother’s words. He will think himself paranoid several times before he accepts the truth; his and Huor’s miraculous return to their people had not gone unnoticed by unfriendly forces.

They arrive at the fortress after over a week of travel. He has amassed a dozen or so new bruises and minor injuries from how he is pushed and pulled along without care.  The blindfold has fallen off and no one bothers to replace it. Húrin does not go through the typical processing of captured prisoners though of course he does not know this. He is left in an empty cell with water but no food and made to wait. Passing orcs jeer at him and say nothing, do not even respond to when he eventually loses his temper and attempts to antagonize them. Even a fight would break up the awful monotony and dread of waiting.

He does not know how much time has passed before another enters his cell and binds his hands before him, attaching a long chain leash to them and begins to drag him wordlessly through the corridors. His trousers and tunic are torn and stained with blood, both his own and that of others. His anticipation is all that stops him from attempting to fight those who have come for him.

Húrin has managed little restful sleep but is no longer so exhausted. Something else has taken over, something that grows as he is dragged through the massive doors into the Nethermost Hall where Morgoth sits upon his throne.

Húrin feels the hatred exuding from the Dark Lord even as his enemy puts on a show of mocking courtesy, rising slowly to his full and impressive height. The many’s eyes find the limp in one leg and in the depths of Angband, Húrin feels the slightest twinge of satisfaction; the rumors of Lord Fingolfin’s deeds were true.

He looks higher now. The  eyes of Morgoth glitter strangely under the crown.  Húrin feels as though they seek to swallow him whole. The cold of the throne room is suddenly nigh unbearable, a non existent wind obscures his senses.

But the monster’s clear loathing is matched only by Húrin’s own hatred. He thinks of Lalaith succumbing to that dreadful fever, of how Morwen still wakes sometimes in the night, prepared to flee the fires of her nightmares, of watching his father fall in battle, of how they have failed to make these lands safe for his people, of so many lives taken or destroyed, homes abandoned and burned, because of this horrid enemy.

All this is the fault of Morgoth.

Húrin’s anger builds up a newer, stronger shield. He does not falter under the dreadful gaze. He raises his head to meet it.

To be continued…

(so yeah these are my extended musings on this, part one! as always feel free to ask any questions!)

[norcalbruja]

The good and the bad with Namor/Kukulkan, also various Loki musings

Jan 30, 2024

What's up, so you know how Namor/Kukulkan had a pretty uptight reaction to custard/flan because that's colonizer food, and he's very choosy about "food history" because he (as a snake spirit) doesn't need to eat a lot?

On January 10, I finally had the time to go to my favorite Mexican place again, and I bought sopes and tacos.

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Whenever I give offerings to the spirits, I usually split off a few spoonfuls, or I eat one piece and leave them the other, so that day I went "what's up Kukulkan, I finally went to my favorite Mexican place! You want some?"

My dude just lit up and started laughing, and it lasted for a good few hours. At risk of sounding Not Mentally Normal: When spirits have strong reactions to things, it's like the spiritual equivalent of smells hanging around for a while. In this case, sopes. <3

Kukulkan was very happy and very full for like, the next week or so.

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A couple of weeks later, Kukulkan stepped into my meditation and was probably trying to help me out with [Insert so many problems in my whole fucking life] in return for the sopes.

Loki immediately barged in and yelled, "HEYHEYHEYHEY!!! FUCK OFF, DANGER NOODLE, I'M HELPING HER ALREADY!!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!!!"

So Kukulkan was like "Ah, so YOU do? She spent years hating you for messing up all her meditations! It doesn't sound much like knowing!"

And Loki went, "HATING ME FOR YEARS IS STILL KNOWING THAT SHE HATES ME! WHY ARE YOU JUST SWANNING IN AND TRYING TO HELP RIGHT AWAY???"

So the Water-Spirit called Thor, Odin, and Haik to try and separate these two again. Unfortunately, the fist-fight actually happened this time, and Kukulkan turned into a giant snake to strangle Loki. Loki retaliated by freezing the coils that were wrapped around him, which is the first I've seen of Loki's ice powers.

If anything emphasizes how little Normal/Mythical-Loki resembles Marvel-Loki, it would be how extremely hot-blooded he gets. If Dionysus is like a frat-boy who gets Really, Really Perceptive, Loki is his frat-brother who always gets in trouble for starting shit--and is Really, Really Perceptive in a brutally honest way.

So that was a stalemate, and Eric Draven tried to talk Kukulkan into like... trying to fight/argue with people less than he does right now, but he got bitten for his troubles.

Apparently this would have hurt a lot more if he was still alive, but his main problem was that dead spirits don't "heal" the same way as living ones. and it's terrifying to see someone walk around with gaping and NON-BLEEDING bite-marks on his neck/chest like a zombie. Hades had to come in and heal him because, well, he's the god of the dead.

I remember thinking how Lugh and the Morrigan of the Irish gods hate each other this much. Every time Lugh tries to say more than two words to me, the Morrigan bolts over and goes "MINE!", and then they start screaming at each other about shit that quickly stops being about me.

So I went, "Loki. Man. You gotta chill out about Kukulkan offering to help me. He's technically helping YOU! By giving you less work! You know I'm still cautious about how you can use your 'Marvel connections' to help my art get off the ground, right?"

I don't know if that was the wrong OR the right thing to say, because Loki started sobbing in a rage and going, "I DON'T GET TO FUCKING HELP PEOPLE, CYBORG!!! THE DANGER-NOODLE BARELY HAS TO DO ANYTHING! HE JUST WALKS OVER AND HE'S HOT AND EVERYONE LOVES HIM! ME, I'M FUCKING LOKI! OHHHHHH, I DID RAGNAROK! OHHHHH I SHIT-TALKED THE GODS! OHHHHH I HAD A WHOLE HERD OF KIDS THAT EVERYONE CALLS MONSTERS!"

And I'm like "Okay, Loki, I think we need Odin to help you calm down."

To Odin's credit, he was not surprised to find Loki being a mess in my spiritual "room."

--

Last week at the bowling alley, my manager and about three or four of my coworkers were joking about Covid and how "if you get Covid, spread the love so everyone can have a paid vacation!"

I am one of VERY few workers who mask, and it also made my blood boil because my sister caught Covid earlier this month and she has been BONE TIRED after going up the stairs and walking for a few minutes. This is not a fucking cold or a flu.

And the bartender was like, "Is Covid still even real?"

So I could not RESIST being petty and saying "My sister has Covid."

Motherfuckers stopped and stared at me for a good couple of seconds. Partly because they thought I said I had Covid, but the energy in the room plummeted and I'm just thinking "Oh. NOW you all act like I've got the consumption. *angry inner laughter*"

It made my sister bust out laughing when I texted her about it later.

Loki was also very pleased and laughed a lot--not just because it was petty, but because it was TRUE.

In my acting studies, I used to have a hard time with comedy because I can't seem to HARNESS humor very well, at least when I had to do it IN REAL TIME and not in writing or across the screen. I constantly had to force myself not to laugh at my own jokes, I have made jokes that were poorly timed or went too far, and some jokes that I thought were just average end up getting a WAY better response than I expected.

This might seem obvious because the folks on my spirituality blog don't see a lot of HUMOR in my constant financial/spiritual troubles, but like... I don't have my shit together.

Not even my DREAM-SELF has her shit together--her exploits are hilariously bad luck sometimes. In addition to the dream where I got a deal with Marvel and started working with Tenoch Huerta, my LATEST dream involved me auditioning as a singer for my former theater prof... and begging my phone to STOP HAVING TECHNICAL ISSUES AND PLAY HOZIER'S KARAOKE TRACKS, PLEASE!!!

I was mad when I woke up, but I couldn't avoid laughing because my good luck for getting a Marvel contract clearly didn't last very long. I said affectionately, "Oh, Dream-Me, we're back to going nowhere."

Meanwhile, in my WRITING, people constantly found humor in very dark and angry/depressing pieces.

Which, um... my theater prof has mentioned is something you need to do in dark works, because that's how people get through it without needing therapy. You have to find humor/lightness in dark works.

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Yesterday while I was getting the groceries, I saw a crow pecking at a plastic bag with the telltale "take-out box of leftover food inside," and I was like "ehhhhhhhhh, why are crows showing up so often??? It might be a crow, but it might be a sign from Odin or the Morrigan. Guess I'll help this dude out."

So I untied the bag and opened the box, and I figured I'd stop by after getting the groceries to see if the crow was back.

Odin laughed in surprise/glee, and he told me, "You know this isn't actually Hugin or Munin, right?"

And I was like "Of course I don't literally think every crow is you or the Morrigan, but I figured I'd help out JUST IN CASE. Worst case, the crow is a normal crow and it gets food. Best case, someone up there helps me out."

Unfortunately the light rain IMMEDIATELY got harder soon after I got inside, so... the crow would have had a really soupy meal.

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So today I was eating lunch and feeling shitty about my life again, and I asked Loki, "hey man, do you want some lunch? I figured since you had a shit time fighting with Kukulkan, you might as well eat something. And, you know, you claim to have Marvel connections... because you're a character in the stories."

And he just said, "No. I don't want anything."

And I'm like "Why not??? Do you not like sinigang???" (Filipino soup, it's very sour.)

He told me, "No, everyone TAKES THINGS from you. They take and they spring things on you, and they always tell you to DO STUFF for them, and you're terrified of asking your mom to go out and eat by yourself because you know you're just going to worry about her for two hours. You have lunch with the spirits more often than you have lunch with your fucking family. And then they're surprised when you're mad at having two houses' worth of stuff in one apartment, or at giving up and staying in that shitty ancient apartment because you never have time to yourself. You can barely fucking move, or garden, or DO ANYTHING. I'm not gonna take MORE from you to get you into Marvel, Cyborg."

And I was like "Okay, Loki, OUCH. But... thanks for that last part?"

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So I've been poking around at Lokean writings, and my experiences DEFINITELY fit with other people's experiences.

For one, people agree that when Loki is not a god to mince words. He will tell you exactly what he thinks, and exactly what he thinks of OTHER PEOPLE. This was primarily why I used to hate him so much--he kept shit-talking EVERY OTHER SPIRIT in the damn room, and he constantly told me "You're too fucking nice and you think everyone else is gonna be like that, too. NO. THEY'RE NOT. IT WILL HURT AND YOU WILL STILL MAKE YOURSELF BE NICE, AND THAT'S GONNA WEAR YOU THE FUCK OUT. It's even worse because you had the insane luck to get spirits who are nice to you and feel bad for you!"

He is also a god of mental illness, as tricksters often are. Maybe Loki's attempts to shake me out of my niceness was because he knew that I'd eventually have thirty-year-overdue suspicions of being autistic/ADHD? If Dionysus, god of mental illness and considered by other tricksters as 'the trickster that everyone pretends is not a trickster,' has said "you know why you're so bad at interacting with people, you just can't get insurance for that sweet DIAGNOSIS," Loki the confirmed trickster would know what's wrong with my head.

Speaking of which, the FIANNA of all spirits (they are an Irish warrior-troupe led by Finn MacCool, and are famous for going on long sea-voyages or getting taken to the Otherworld) warned me quite a while ago that my path is not going to be a straightforward one. They said something like "you're gonna go from Point A, to Point 31, to Point D, and finally to Point B, and it's gonna be rough for a while."

Since Loki has told me he's got "Marvel connections" because he's literally in Marvel as a fucking character, this... does not bode well for all those steps between Point A and Point B.

[prettywitchiusaka]

15 Things I Actually Like/Love in Multiverse of Madness

Since yesterday was a certain someone’s birthday, I figured I’d make a post I’ve been sitting on for awhile.

I’ve made no secret of the fact I have mixed opinions about Multiverse of Madness and have gone into great detail about my issues with the film. Hell, I’ll probably have more to say when the “Art of” book comes out in September. But at the same time, there’s a lot that I like or love in MoM so, why not post my musings?

Here we go!

1. Stephen’s Arc - Like I’ve said before, I have issues with how incomplete Stephen’s story feels in this movie, but I do like that he learns to start embracing love in all its forms and is open to being a bit more vulnerable.

2. Stephen & America’s Friendship - Not much to say here; their friendship is very sweet and I wouldn’t be surprised if, when we get to DS3, it’s revealed Stephen adopted America off-screen and she’s now living in the Sanctum with him. Which means he has someone to talk to other than Cloakie.

3. Sinister Strange - Again, not a surprise here if you’ve been following my blog. Yeah, I know not much is given to the character (I wish he’d been the villain if they didn’t wanna go with Nightmare), but he’s wonderfully portrayed and lots of fun to watch. Speaking of which...

4. Music Fight! - Come on! You’ve got two Stephens throwing magic music note projectiles at each other, with the music being Beethoven vs. Bache. How does that not win best fight scene of the movie!? Also, I don’t care how on the nose Sinister’s music selection is. When you’ve all but implied you wanna force yourself on your ex, you’ve pretty much confirmed you’re evil.

5. The Apple Orchard Scene - Call me crazy, but I actually really like the scene on the Apple Orchard and I think it’s one of the better written scenes in the movie. It’s still bogged down by the problems the film’s plot has, but I do think it’s basic structure and dialogue are fine. Not to mention it does a good job showing Stephen’s softness. Plus, Wanda’s hair in a braid is really cute! She should wear it like that more often. Speaking of my boy...

6. How Soft Stephen is in this Movie - People both in and (especially) outside fandom love to act like Stephen’s an arrogant douche and call it a day. And yeah, they’re right; Stephen is a jerk. He’s also a big softie who’s slowly learning to show that softness to others, and I think that NWH and this film, especially, do a good job at conveying he has a heart beneath his snarky demeanor. Mind you, I think that’s Ben’s influence seeping through, not Waldron’s, but my point still stands.

7. Rintrah - Big Himbo Minotaur I’ve been waiting to see on the big screen! Hate that most of his subplot was cut but maybe he’ll get a bigger role in the next one.

8. Clea - I’ve...gushed enough about Clea as it is, so I’ll keep it brief; Holy shit! The rumors about Charlize being Clea were true and we FINALLY have Stephen’s wife in the MCU! Let the epic star-crossed romance begin!!!

9. The Music - I originally wasn’t crazy about Danny Elfman’s score the first time around, but in subsequent viewings, it’s grown on me. My favorite tracks are the main title theme and (of course) Lethal Symphonies.

10. Dead Strange - I mean...you’ve got Stephen puppeting a zombie variant of himself with a cape made of damned souls, doesn’t get more metal/comic bookie than that! Also, I do love watching Sam Raimi rip off himself with the way zombie Stephen rises from the grave like something out of Evil Dead. 

11. The Cinematography - I’ve said before I think this is a beautifully shot film and I meant it. Raimi has a good eye for visuals and I love that Marvel allowed him to break from their in-house style, because there’s some really great camerawork in this film! The Evil Dead zoom-ins that are tilted on a Dutch Angle, Wanda coming through the gong ala The Ring, Stephen’s face in his broken watch, the entrance to Sinister’s sanctum, the multiverse scene which is basically one, continuous long take? You can say whatever you want about this film, but you can’t deny that it’s beautifully made.

12. The Parkour Fight - I love it when Stephen uses his brains to defeat his enemies, and this is such an instance.

13. I love you in every universe - I think this one speaks for itself.

14. Donna Strange - Again, I absolutely hate they ignored making this into a plot point (especially when it would’ve so easy to do), but I do love the monologue itself. Not only is well acted, but you can tell from how choked up Stephen is over it that yes, the loss of his sister was and is still very painful for him. I also love Sinister’s response, “But we don’t talk about that, do we?”. It says so much about the wound Donna’s left on her brother’s heart, even after all this time. We needed more nuanced moments like that in this film.

15. Stephen being Extra Pretty - I know I’ve been gushing about since we got the official trailer last winter but my GOD is Stephen beautiful in this movie!!! Yes, he’s always been pretty. But it’s like someone asked Raimi, “So how pretty do you want Stephen to be in this movie?”, and he responded with a resounding, “Yes.” Either way, it only confirms what I’ve been saying for awhile now; Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Strange is FUCKING HOT!!!

There! I listed fifteen things I like/love in this movie. Do with it what you will!

P.S. Also, I’m not listing Armani Strange as a separate item because it still technically counts as being part of Number 15.

[thedoctornumber11]

Verses

About my verses:

This is not an ordinary verses page.  The Doctor generally can travel anywhere, so he doesn’t have much need for one.  This is more of a “how I interact with certain fandoms without either of us changing our muses,” page.  The reason for that is very simple.

Him interacting with characters from Marvel/DC for example makes sense, because aliens do exist in his universe and people with bizarre or weird powers/abilities can exist in his universe as well.  He can easily meet characters from Sherlock or Yu-Gi-Oh! or Harry Potter, or even other Scifis like Star Wars, Star Trek or Firefly because those things are within the possibility of Doctor Who.

However, things can get difficult when it comes to things like Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra, Pokemon or The Walking Dead, because the rules of those universes are different than that of regular every day Earth’s.  Marvel and DC may have people with super powers, but the rest of the planet is still the same.  Same for Harry Potter or the other fandoms listed above.  However, fandoms like ATLA/LoK, Pokemon and The Walking Dead change the rules for the entire planet, and that makes it harder for the Doctor to go there without modifying his character.

The best way to explain it is to imagine yourself in each given universe.  In universes like Marvel and DC and Power Rangers, you could live in those universes without actually being affected by the changes.  In universes like The Walking Dead or Pokemon, that wouldn’t be possible.  The Doctor strives in the first group, while the second group is harder for him to interact within.

This page is for “verses” on how he interacts within the second group for crossover RPs.

I will create more of these as the need arrives.  Just let me know if you think a new “verse” might be needed.

Keep in mind, if your muse isn’t specifically in the fandom that a verse is created for, I would prefer to keep our interactions out of that verse".

Verses:

Main - The default verse.  Everything is the way it is in the Doctor Who TV show and this verse is highly based on the cannon.  All other verses are built off of this one.

The Walking Dead verse - The Doctor’s TARDIS has malfunctioned and when he lands, he finds zombies have taken over the Earth, and his TARDIS is broken beyond possible repair within the apocalypse.  He could have accidentally traveled to another universe, or the TARDIS malfunction could have caused something to go wrong in time causing the apocalypse, based on the preference of the RP partner.

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra verse - The planet that AtLA and LoK take place on is another planet in the same universe as our own.  Generally the Shadow Proclaimation has forbidden travel there due to the unpredictability of the benders on the planet, however the Doctor has crashed there or decided to go there anyway depending on the partner’s preference.

Pokemon Verse -  Very similar to the AtLA/LoK Verse.  The planet that Pokemon takes place on is another planet in the same universe as our own.  Generally the Shadow Proclaimation has forbidden travel there due to the unpredictability of the creatures known as Pokemon on the planet, however the Doctor has crashed there or decided to go there anyway depending on the partner’s preference.

Mario verse - The Mushroom Kingdom is just another place on Earth.  The different creatures from the games (Goombas, Bowser, etc) just so happen to only exist in that certain area of the planet and that’s why they aren’t well known on other locations in the planet.  Potentially, the Mushroom Kingdom could also be a Kingdom on another planet other than our own and that’s why it’s so unique.  It’s up to the other RP’s preference.

Digimon Verse - Everything is mostly the same, except the TARDIS does have the ability to travel to the Digital World.  This may/may not require a digivice to do.

Marvel/DC Verse - When interacting with Marvel and DC muses, the Doctor is pretty much the same, however he is aware of events in those universes.  So for example, if interacting with a Captain America or Iron Man from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, he will be familiar with what happened in New York and so on.  This is mostly to keep things making sense, because a lot of the stuff that happens in those universes would make national news, and it would be odd for such things to make national news and the Doctor to not be aware of it.

Scifi Verse - This verse is mostly for interaction with scifi based shows like Star Trek, Star Wars and Firefly.  It’s pretty much exactly the same as the main verse or the Marvel/DC verse, except once again, the Doctor is aware of important events in those universes.  For example, when interacting with Firefly muses, he is aware of the war that took place against the Alliance.  With so many possible historical events in those universes, it would make no sense for the Doctor to not be aware of those events.

[pvlshd]

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🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body ? how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type ? how important is being attractive to them ?

louis has never thought about his physique too much, but he has thought about death. he wonders sometimes about his own relationship with his own mortality. how will he die ? will he be murdered by some crazed fan that thinks they know him through his films or ruined a story they cherished on the page via the screen ? will it be a heart attack by way of his lifestyle: booze, recreational drugs to take the edge off, stress, high blood pressure, too much red meat and cheese. or maybe he'll die like legends, found dead one day shot in the head by a lover wronged. how will he be remembered ? as he is now, looking more or less the same but with more grey in his hair and a lot more lines on his face ? or will the image that might haunt the paramedics that come to take his body away be grotesque. a distended belly, puffed features, knobbly knees, stick-figure legs ?

he is not an energizer bunny by any means and doesn't expect to be, but he doesn't like not having the energy or the will to make his vision come out the right way, it is a dealbreaker for him. if his life is somehow sapping the juice out of his bones, he'll look at his diet, maybe try meditation, go box it out with the punching bag in his personal gym. he doesn't need to feel as strong as a marvel superhero, but strong enough for his weight class will do.

these things inform how he eats, but not always ! he does not have a sweet tooth, he grew out of that in his teens, he likes his carbs and his cheeses and his """robust""" sandwiches, vegetables are rabbit food, unless you know how to cook them into something much heartier. he eats indulgently sometimes and neglects meals at others simply because he is too preoccupied, too obsessed to remember to. he curbs his habits when it occurs to him that maybe the result of high cholesterol or high whatever, wouldn't suit the things he wants to do. it lasts for as long as he's conscious, he'll make better choices, eat conservatively, stop at four martinis, try to get on the treadmill more often. regardless, louis is often pale and gaunt. if he gets some colour, he's been florence, or milan holed up in a friend's house. he likes what he likes, but he is not a foodie per se. the food is there to sustain you, and if you have the means to have it taste good, sure, have it taste fucking good, but that's all it's for.

while being physically attractive to others isn't consciously anywhere on his list, he does have an innate need to be able to recognise himself in the mirror. he has to have the same face, remain at the same size, can't feel too much heavier than he's used to or too much lighter. he dresses for function. he wears nicer things only when there is a need to. otherwise, he'd rather be comfortable, and if other people assess the people they meet according to this, he does not care.

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship ? do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often ? do they have or desire to have many friends ? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend ?

a lot of people know louis and louis knows a lot of people. the crew of every set he's worked on, his mentors, his peers. he has a lot of acquaintances and good loyal ones too ! they can almost, be counted as friends. but his inner-life and personal life aren't shared with them so they can't be counted as those true good friends everyone aspires to have. he is okay with that. the companionship he values are the people he calls for input. the ones from brooklyn that will rag on him, that will tell him what's bullshit and what can get by, the people he's known for decades. he likes being around them. he likes having cigars with industry heavyweights that he can actually stand, those guys hold the experiences and stories that he would imbibe through osmosis if he could, it's a source of inspiration. when he is working however, he prefers to be alone. if they are on location and the cast and crew has a day off, if he throws a party, it is something that's heavily planned, and that he is mentally prepared for. mood management is important for louis, the people around him never forget it.

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall ? are they smarter than the average person,  or less than ? are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school ? are they more street smart or book smart ?

louis is well-read. he counts on his street-smarts from when he was growing up more than his traditional schooling. schools are templated, rigid. encouraging ! sure, but true problem solving happens in the real world, where the stakes are high and there's no safety net. a lot of things are either self taught or observed from the tedious hours spent with various members of the crew from film sets and applied to his own knowledge, his own poetic views, techniques, technical details to supplement and enhance art, rather than things that create obstacles or restrictions. workarounds are a challenge for innovation, not an inconvenience.

[taiblogcomics]

What Lurks Below

Hey there, redneck possums. We've earned a little break, don't you think? In fact, we kinda left Avengers Arena on a high point, with Kid Briton's very timely demise. But I'm still not enjoying the series, so let's take a little break so as not to dwell in the darkness and mire in the misery too much, yeah? To that end... gosh, it's been a while since we reviewed a My Little Pony comic, hasn't it~?

Here's the cover:

Now this is a pretty cool cover. I know it's been a while, so I'll do a recap next, but here's the New Generation cast exploring the ruins of Canterlot. It's very moody. Really good. And pay attention to that thing Sunny found. It's pretty important, and it's probably exactly what you think it is. Unless you think it's a root vegetable; it's not that. Don't think I have much else to say, it's just a good cover. Better than anything Avengers Arena has offered us. So let's just get to that recap~

So, this is our G5 MLP series. Twilight and friends are long dead, and are basically legends now. Ponies segregated many years ago, and only recently were reunited after noted FiM fan Sunny Starscout found some magic crystals and brought magic back into the world. Last issue, though, magic began to fail again despite no threat to harmony. Upon investigating, the ponies discover one of the magic crystals has been stolen. But by who? And why? The quest to answer these queries lead the group to the lost ruins of Canterlot, and that's where we pick up now~

Okay, maybe I jumped the gun a bit, because were we actually pick up is with our three flyers getting tired and regrouping with Hitch. He hasn't seen Izzy, but Cloudpuff the doggo thing has become agitated by a mysterious ruin. Pulling the overgrowth aside, the ponies discover the doorway leading into the city of Canterlot--or what's left of it. There's actually a really nice moment of Sunny gushing and fangirling about having found the place, and then calming a moment to tell her (departed) dad "I made it, Dad". Really cute and touching.

The group sets out to explore the ruins, looking for both the thief and Izzy. They soon come across the ruins of Donut Joe's shop, where noises put the group on alert. However, it's just Izzy, scavenging for hundred-year-old doughnuts. Reunited (and it feels so good), the group hauls Izzy off before she makes herself sick. Now that she's over her starstruck impressions, Sunny is worried about her own efforts with Maretime Bay. Canterlot was itself a city of great harmony and racial integration, and look at it now. What if her own dreams aren't sustainable either?

Zipp interrupts Sunny's melancholy musings by discovering Canterlot Castle. It's still standing, which is impressive given its track record even before Twilight took over. Two things: if you're going to hide a crystal, you might as well do it in the castle. And two, she noticed that door there creaking open. So there's a good chance their thief is in there. Izzy's magic fritzes out, so they all put their weight into opening the door to the throne room. Sunny gets another fangirl moment to be stepping where Princess Twilight herself once stepped. I bet Sunny would be a lot of fun to take to a con~

Sunny shares my marveling that the castle's still upright, referencing incidents from Chrysalis, Sombra, and even the Storm King. Hitch tries to get her to calm down while directing the others to look for clues. He's so involved in giving instructions, he doesn't notice each of them fall down a trapdoor. Eventually, one opens up under him as well, depositing the lot of them in the caves under the castle. Hey, speaking of that time Chrysalis attacked, huh? I think this might be the first time these have even been referenced since then~

The five of them are deposited around a large table set for a tea party. It's got a very Mad Hatter vibe, and there's a reason for that! They note that even their places have homemade placards with their names, which is odd for a kidnapper. A voice explains that Reginald Fursome, the possum sitting nearby, is the one responsible for making those. And the owner of the voice is responsible for everything else. He steps out of the shadows while expositing about possums, and Sunny recognises him instantly.

Discord.

The years have not been kind to the draconequus. Both his fur and scales are a bit shaggy and overgrown, his wings are ragged, his horns are broken (that's what the cover was alluding to!), and his claws are likewise grown out. Most especially, his hair and eyebrows are extremely ratty and overgrown. Reginald and the other animals accompanying him all once belonged to his friend Fluttershy. Discord, of course, knows all their names. No one gets into Canterlot without him knowing. And he's decided to invite them to his exposition party.

While Sunny is geeking out, Discord begins his tale. Once, long ago, Discord was part of a group of heroes. And it shows all the Mane Six, in their post-timeskip finale designs. When Twilight first took rule, it was pretty quiet, and Fluttershy and Discord were content to raise their animal sanctuary. But eventually, some malevolent pony who had different ideas about harmony appeared. Racist ideas. Given the shape of her silhouette, this is probably Opaline from Make Your Mark, which hadn't premiered yet when this was published. Golly, she lived a long time, huh?

Her rude ideas are expressed by her cutting in line at the flower shop, since unicorns have "better things to do than wait in line", and kicking Fluttershy to the ground when she protests. That's essentially the inciting incident. More folks start discriminating on flimsy pretenses. Even the fillies who attended their animal conservation lessons stop showing up, their parents pulling them out on racist reasons. It's not a landmark time in pony history, let's say. Cozy Glow would be pretty proud of what's going on, though.

Eventually, it gets to the point where Twilight has to step in. Gathering up all the magic in Equestria, she seals it in three crystals. As long as the crystals aren't disturbed, the balance of harmony will remain. Note that she does not take away the magic. The pegasi are still seen flying, for example. A pegasus without magic can't fly. All she's doing is preventing magic from being used against other ponies. It's implied there are several disasters that Discord doesn't elaborate on, which is probably what led Twilight to the extreme methods.

My take is that magic still exists as long as the crystals are united. Harmony between the races, harmony between the crystals. Splitting them up leads to the splitting up of the races in the G5 series, which is why the magic disappeared and the pegasi lost their flight. I only go into this because a lot of people made a big deal about "Twilight stole everypony's magic!" back when this first came out. I don't think it's entirely true, at least not in the way they're presenting it. Anyway, that's where we stand: harmony = magic, no harmony = no magic.

So the Mane Six made the crystals. Sunny wants Discord to help them get the missing crystal back to restore harmony and protect their legacy. And this is where the actual turn happens: that wasn't the point of his story. He thinks a society without magic would be better off, more peaceful. ''He's'' the one who stole the pegasus crystal. Ponykind can't turn against each other if they're all equal and have no magic. Because, you know, disagreement over racial magics are the only reason for disharmony. So congratulations, Discord. Syndrome would be so proud.

All of the ponies disagree, even Hitch. Embracing what makes ponies special is the path to harmony, not stripping it away. Discord tries to prey on Izzy's insecurity of her getting separated from the group by being unable to fly, and he decides to destroy the crystal, destroying magic once and for all. He even drops a ''House of M'' reference, pretty much for the audience. Naturally, the Mane 5 attempt to stop him, but not even Sunny's alicorn powers are enough to stand against his chaos magic. And the issue ends with Discord teleporting away, leaving our heroes with a ticking clock and no leads...

So! This is actually a really interesting turn. Discord’s back, and he’s our new big bad again. Except this time, he’s anything but a villain. He doesn’t want ponykind to turn on itself, and ultimately he’s trying to do something right. I don’t agree with his conclusion, but his motives are sound. He’s what we call an anti-villain: someone trying to do something wrong or even evil, but with nothing but good and pure intentions. It’s a really interesting take, and I think it goes naturally with the character growth he had over the years. Remember that Fluttershy was the first one struck in the circumstances that led to this, so this may also be personal for him.

On the topic of motives, let’s talk about Twilight’s a bit more, since that was such a contentious subject in the fanbase. Some folks argue that the Mane Six have dealt with stuff like this before (see my previous reference to Cozy Glow) and never went to such extremes. And I don’t agree with this. See, the thing is, it keeps happening. You can stopper up a leak in a pipe with a bit of duct tape, but it’s going to keep popping open again after a while. If you keep solving the same problem, a stronger solution is required. Opaline is still around, after all. This doesn’t seem like it was her first resort is all I’m saying.

Well, once again, the fate of Equestria hangs in the balance (albeit in a very different fashion than the usual conqueror villain), and only a few little ponies stand it its way. Let’s see where they go next to solve this nex time~

[thehollowprince]

Omega-Level Mutants

A mutant whose dominant power is deemed to register - or reach - an undefinable upper limit of that power's specific classification.

Example: Both Magneto and Forge are rhe most powerful mutants of their respective types [Magnetism and Technopathy, respectively], but what makes Magneto, and not Forge, an Omega level mutant is that the upper limit of Forge's measurable powers could hypothetically be surpassed (and, in fact, has by multiple humans on the planet), while the upper limit of Magneto's power cannot be surpassed in any measurable fashion.

Note: Omega level is a classification of a single mutant power. While it's quite common that mutants manifest multiple powers, only one is normally Omega level.

Example: While Jean Grey is both a telepath and a telekinetic, she is only an Omega level telepath.

Omega Level Mutants of Krakoa

Jamie Braddock - MONARCH

Bobby Drake - ICEMAN

Joshua Foley - ELIXIR

Jean Grey - MARVEL GIRL

David Haller - LEGION

Erik Lehnsherr - MAGNETO

Kevin MacTaggert - PROTEUS

Absalon Mercator - MISTER M

Ororo Munroe - STORM

Bennet du Paris - EXODUS

Quentin Quire - KID OMEGA

Franklin Richards - POWERHOUSE (fuck you, Dan Slott!)

Gabriel Summers - VULCAN

Hope Summers - HOPE

All information taken from this data page.

Note: Nathaniel Grey is technically an Omega level mutant, but we're not entirely sure what happened with him since AGE OF X-MAN so we're going to exclude him from the above list.

I put all that first so that we'd all have an understanding of what an Omega level mutant is, and why I think it's time to expand that roster. Yes, they've added quite a few when it comes to the various new mutants we've gotten from Arakko and Amenth, but I feel it's time that we recognize some of the home-grown homo superior from planet Earth as deserving of that title.

#1: Madelyne Pryor

This should be the most obvious addition to the list.

Maddie is an exact physical clone of Jean Grey. Why she has never been considered an Omega level mutant is beyond me, but we're going to start putting respect on her name, especially after all the horrible things she's been through since her creation.

Justice for Maddie!

#2. Everett Thomas - SYNCH

Synch is another fairly obvious one, especially given his power boost since his time in the Vault. He can "synchronize" with other mutants (and super-powered individuals) and use their powers, often to a greater extent and efficiency than the original being. He's even shown being able to call upon powers he's previously synched with even when the owner of those powers is nowhere near.

Example: he used Jean's telekinesis when she was on Arakko [Mars] and he was on Earth.

#3. Christopher Muse - TRIAGE

His powers are almost exactly the same as Elixir, even up to reanimating the dead. With time, I could easily see him rising to the rank of Omega level, even being able to fill in as a replacement for Josh on the Five.

Of course, that would require for writers to remember he exists and actually write for him, which I'm not going to hold my breath for any time soon.

#4. Armando Muñoz - DARWIN

Darwin's power is literally to adapt to anything.

He went up against Hela, the Norse goddess of death... and won. He won! He beat a death god by spontaneously evolving into a death god himself.

He's an Omega level mutant. Fight me.

#5. Shiro Yoshida - SUNFIRE

Sunfire I debated on adding to this, because he's powerful, sure, but is he Storm or Iceman level powerful? Originally I would have said no, but after the KING IN BLACK crossover event for S.W.O.R.D., where Fabian Cortez boosted his powers to effectively make him a living sun, I've since reconsidered.

#6. Eva Bell - TEMPUS

Tempus can time travel. She can manipulate time to the extent that she completely erased an Omega level reality warper from existence. Sure, she did it with help from Xavier, but without her, all of reality probably would have fallen apart.

With some time (ironically) and training, she should be recognized as Omega level soon.

#7. Eden Fesi - MANIFOLD

Manifold is another no-brainer for me.

Abigail Brand described his powers as "talking to space and space listening" (paraphrasing). He could potentially use his power to "ask" all light to bend around him, and it would listen. He teleported light and heat from a sun at a Knull-possessed Cable. He caught a falling Peak S.W.O.R.D station out of the sky and sent it back into orbit.

There is no "teleporter" even close to being on his level.

#8. Nezhno Abidemi - GENTLE

Gentle is one of the ones I feel I'd get the most pushback on, but let's be real here. His strength was so profound that he required vibranium tattoos to keep his strength in check. Yes, this was later revealed/retconned to have been a psychological block he unconsciously imposed on himself because of his childhood abuse, but now that it's gone, he has no known limits.

It's been theorized (but not proven) that he could go toe-to-toe with the Hulk and more than likely come out on top in the end.

#9. Irene Adler - DESTINY

Destiny - the name says it all. She sees everything! Past? Present? Future? There is no where that her Sight doesn't reach. Hell, she can even see across timeliness!

Not to mention, she operates more as a Prophet than a seer, seeing as the things she writes down in her Diaries, have all come to pass. She doesn't just see the future, she writes it.

#10. Julio Richter - RICTOR

Last but not least, my boy Rictor.

To round out our elemental masters, why wouldn't the guy who controls the Earth itself be considered an Omega level mutant. He literally controls the Earth. And sure, he's had problems in the past, but if he continues on the path that he's on, he could be one of the most powerful mutants ever.

Honorable Mentions

Lorna Dane - POLARIS

Ruth Aldine - BLINDFOLD

Heather Tucker - TEMPO

Feel free to add more.

[shadyteacup]

Loving Betrayal

A Dazai Osamu x fem! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara Series

Chapter 01: Forbodings of Reunion

Warnings: Mild Angst, slight swearing

"Trust me, Chuuya."

Those words had Chuuya gritting his teeth. He wanted to tell the bastard that he didn't trust him one bit. But then he'd be lying, and both he and Dazai knew that. Chuuya had been trusting Dazai ever since they started working for the port mafia. He also used to trust a certain someone, who was to blame for the current situation.

"What's your plan?", Chuuya had asked, ignoring his partner's smirk.

"It's simple. We'll use operation Spring and Petals."

Chuuya found it to be too simple. After all, she had assisted them in making the bloody plan.

"No way she'll fall for that!"

Dazai placed a hand on the ginger's shoulder, pleading him.

"When have my plans ever gone wrong?"

That is how Chuuya found himself in the apartment of his old partner. He wasn't going to lie, he loved your taste in furniture. The modern yet homely feel of your spacious home was marveling.

"Are you going to gawk at the furniture all day?", Dazai teased, flipping through one of the many documents lying on your desk.

Chuuya ignored the snarky comment and sat on one of the sofas. The silence and lack of an enraged retort from the ginger concerned Dazai, though, he understood the importance of soaking it all in. After all, they had broken into their old partner's home. A partner whom they had assumed was dead, only to have been spotted years later in a different city. Tokyo was a much nicer place for you, Dazai mused. You always liked the hustle and worked very hard.

The enigma known as y/n l/n, who had died during her years at the port mafia, was too smart to simply die. This was Dazai's exact thought process when he had first heard about your unfortunate passing. He had buried himself in work to avoid confronting the truth. He was in denial for years, until one night while he was busy drowning himself in liquor, it dawned on him that his partner, his lover, is no more.

Chuuya, on the other hand, had handled it pretty well. He had spent months busting his ass during the day to forget about you, but at night, he would spend hours drinking and mourning.

Dazai was jealous of the ginger's ability to get over you in the matter of a few months, while he had taken years just to accept the fact that you were no more. Chuuya's nonchalance during work made many, including Dazai, wonder if he had a hand in your death. But Dazai knew him way too well to know that Chuuya would rather kill himself than ever harm you, because, he was your lover, too.

You were loving, kind, and caring. You loved both boys fully, and couldn't choose one over the other. So you had proposed an arrangement. Both boys would get to share your love, and if they fell for each other in the process, they would be a happy trio of lovers. Dazai remembers cringing at the thought of going anywhere near the chibi, let alone in a romantic sense. Chuuya had openly gagged at the thought. But you were stubborn, and so the boys had accepted your conditions while stating that they could never fall for the other. Ever.

True to their words, Chuuya and Dazai were never intimate with each other, but they did develop emotions. They were attached, emotionally. They could never truly hurt the other and found a sense of safety in each other's existence. When you went away, they separated. They officially called themselves enemies, although they both knew they were more like asexual lovers, who cared deeply but never expressed it.

And now, you had turned out to be not dead all along. To say that Dazai was furious would be an understatement. He was livid. He wanted nothing more than to shoot you on sight, without actually hurting you. He wanted to hurt you, but he didn't want to hurt you. It infuriated him how he was so, so angry, but wouldn't ever think of hurting you. Even after you hurt him.

Chuuya wanted to cry. He would never accept it, but he did. He wanted to buckle over and cry and shout and demand an answer. He wanted to know why you did this, why you hurt him, why you lied. Instead, he sat there, patiently awaiting your presence.

Dazai switched his attention back to the documentation in his hands. They seemed to be files for a lawsuit, which was being handled by you. He knew you had a passion for the law, but he never imagined that you would pursue a career in it, and become so popular. If what the multiple piles of paper neatly stacked in your 'storage' drawer said turned out to be true, you have won multiple cases and settlements. He hated to admit it, but he was proud of you.

Deep down, Dazai knew what it must have felt like when you left. He had done the same thing, after all. The freedom and peace of mind one finds after abandoning the cruel organization was priceless. He was very happy that you had found your way in life, and that you were able to put your past behind you. But he was a hypocrite, and although he had abandoned his friends and pseudo-family for his own happiness, he hated you for doing the same to him.

Chuuya had always loved you more than anything or anyone else in his life. He still hadn't found someone to fill the gaping hole you had left in his heart. He understood why you did it. As he saw the multiple certificates and achievements strewn across your house, he felt proud of you. You were never meant to live a bloody life. He remembered you flinching ever so slightly when one of your underlings smashed a head or shot an enemy. You never killed unless you had to, and you would always have nightmares for weeks. Unfortunately, as a mafia executive, you had to kill very frequently.

You never let anyone other than him and Dazai know about this, everyone at the mafia feared you because you didn't let them see even a sliver of weakness. But at home, when you weren't the feared y/n l/n, the port mafia executive, the deadly new addition to the double black, one of the only executives to have never lost a fight, the brutal and ruthless killer who didn't think twice before trampling over anyone who got in her way. No. At home, you were y/n l/n, the sweet, young girl, who loved baby animals and had an obsession with music. You were the y/n l/n who loved freely and truly, and who was afraid of switching the lights off at night and who screamed when she saw a cockroach.

Chuuya was happy that you had found a way to live a normal life. He would love to quit his job at the mafia and join you, but his loyalties prevented him from doing that. But considering it, and going through with it, are two different things. Nobody can stop him from imagining a sweet, quiet life with you.

He snorted out loud at the thought, startling Dazai. 'Quiet life' wasn't something you had even now. You were quite the hotshot, the corporate lawyer everyone wanted to sign when they were in trouble. You were very obviously famous and well known. How you had managed to stay hidden from the mafia while having such a successful work-life, was beyond Chuuya.

He looked over at Dazai and caught him staring blankly at the document in his hand.

"Oi, you've been staring at that thing for an hour now."

Dazai blinked, startled. He had been too lost in his thoughts.

"It's called thinking, Chuuya. Ever heard of it?"

Chuuya tsked and shook his head. Dazai would never grow up.

"Of course, you haven't. You're too short to have room for a brain, anyway."

Dazai teased, sticking his tongue out like a child pestering his sibling.

"Teme! Come here you fucking piece of shit!"

Chuuya pounced at the brunet, only for him to dodge to the side.

"It's no use, Chuuya. I know all your moves before you even think them."

Dazai said, smugly, as he dodged the next few punches from the redhead.

Chuuya grits his teeth in anger, forgetting about where he was for a second.

Perhaps that was Dazais's plan, to help the ginger relax for a while. It was of no use, though, because soon enough, they heard the jingle of keys near your front door.

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[forever-rogue]

I absolutely love your writing, especially your recent Bucky x reader ones! they’re so good and make me so happy :,)

could you maybe do a second part to the recent one you wrote about Bucky realizing he wants a family? Maybe him voicing his wanting of a baby to the reader?

A/N: mhmm, mhmm, enjoy a lil spice and a nervous, fumbling Bucky! No spoilers!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slight language, very suggestive themes😏

PART 1 HERE

BUCKY MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Buck?" you called to him as you moved about the kitchen, pulling out another tray of fresh cookies from the oven. He was in the adjacent living room, watching the baseball game, although you weren't sure how much he was actually watching. He hadn't made a single comment or sound as he normally would. He'd been awfully quiet most of the afternoon.

You stole a glance into the living room and found him staring at the television with a concentrated expression on his face. You chuckled softly as you shook your head, "James? Honey?"

“Mhmm?” something about the sweet moniker caused him to snap back into reality as he looked over at you and offered a gentle smile, “do you need a hand?”

“Unless you want to taste-test then no,” you laughed as he immediately stood up and waltzed into the kitchen, “I had a feeling that would get your attention. I made your favorites, Bucky.”

“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?” he reached for one of the freshly baked cookies with his vibranium hand, but you were faster and slapped him out of the way. His mouth opened and closed as he pouted in surprise, “no fair!”

“They’re fresh out of the oven!”

“It’s the vibranium hand!” 

“Your mouth isn’t made of vibranium! Try one of the ones that’s been cooled!” you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest as he huffed in defeat and grabbed a cookie off the other tray, “besides, my love, you haven’t told me what’s been on your mind all day…”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s been on my mind-” he grumbled through a mouth full of cookie.

‘Don’t you dare lie to me, James Buchanan Barnes,” you raised an eyebrow as he feigned innocence for a moment longer, “I know better than you think apparently. I could practically hear the gears turning in your head! Besides, you’re watching the game and you’ve been silent the entire. It’s a dead giveaway.”

“You’re smarter than I give you credit for, you know that?” he joked as you rolled your eyes dramatically before both of you broke into a fit of giggles.

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” you walked over to him, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He sighed lightly at your gentle touch before snaking his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his body and kissed you deeply. You leaned into his touch as you practically felt your body belt into a puddle of mush, “now out with it, Bucky. What’s on your mind?”

“I want a baby.”

The declaration was loud and clear as you immediately pulled back from his touch and gave him a curious expression. A warm, red flush crept into his cheeks as his blue eyes widened in surprise. He quickly opened and closed his mouth a few times as you enjoyed watching him struggle. 

“Okay.”

“W-what?” he asked as you laughed at him lightly, putting a hand on his chest before you stole a few more kisses from him, “sweetheart...I…”

“I know what you meant, Bucky,” you answered softly, “well, literally and metaphorically. I had a feeling this had been on your mind lately...frankly, if I’m being quite honest, it’s been on my mind too.”

“Really?” he asked incredulously as you nodded slowly, “ever since...we went to your sister’s and saw Aurora. I just can’t help but think that maybe one day...we could have that too. A family of our own. A baby or two…”

"Hmm," you mused softly as he shifted on his feet and gave you a nervous look, “you’ve quickly gone from one to two…”

“I was just-”

“I know, James,” placing a hand on his cheek, you swiped your thumb gently over his soft skin, “I’m just giving you a hard time. How about we just get through one to start with and see how it goes?”

“You want this too?” his voice shook as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this…”

“I want this too, James,” you whispered, inadvertently biting your bottom lip in a way that drove him crazy, “of course I want a family with you, my love. I’m not going to lie - seeing you with the baby and Sam’s nephews kind of drives me insane.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” you leaned in closely,  almost whispering in his ear, “because I want you to put a baby in me. I want to see you holding and playing with our babies. I kept thinking about how good I’d look all round and cute and pregnant with your baby. I can let everyone I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Oh.”

“What do you say, Bucky?’ you nipped at the delicate skin of his neck and jaw before trailing kisses up to his lips, “I want you to get me pregnant. I want to start our family.”

“I want to marry you,” his hands, one warm and gentle and one firm and cool, found purchase on your waist as he pulled you close and kissed with a fervent hunger, “fuck - want to make you my wife.”

“Mrs. Barnes has a nice ring to it,” you agreed, fighting back a gasp as he worked on giving you some hickies of your own, “marry me then, Bucky. I want to be your wife.”

“Gonna marry you and start our family,” his voice was low and thick as you carded a hand through his dark hair. 

“Why wait on the family?” you asked, causing him to look at you with inquisitive eyes, “let’s start today. We can try and try and try until it happens. Practice makes perfect, right?”

“You don’t want to get married first?”

“It’s not the 1940s Buck, we can do whatever we want,” you reminded him, grabbing his jaw gently as you slowly ground against him and gave him a few lingering kisses, “I know we’ll be together forever, fancy piece of paper or not. Now what do you say? Put a baby in me already.”

“Fuck yes.”

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[norcalbruja]

Synchronization musings from January 16:

So while I was browsing Tumblr and stumbled on a Loki fan theory about how Odin has canonically rewritten Asgard’s history to make himself look better, and he’s naturally going to be REALLY biased about like… anything regarding Loki’s birth/status as son of the Jotunheim king, someone wondered if Odin actually just kidnapped infant/child-Loki after the war and raised him against his real father’s wishes.

I went “ohhhhhh shit, fostering was a big thing in ancient and medieval Europe--what if Odin was just supposed to FOSTER Loki as a ward to repair the Asgard-Jotunheim relationship, but he got too attached and just didn’t give Loki back? That’s NOT gonna go over well with other gods and nobles.”

And then I sighed and started writing a subplot for my fanfiction “The Lightning Axe.”

Because I also read about the Season 2 finale of the Loki show and as I said on my (new) writing blog, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth that Loki is actively KEPT from redeeming himself.

Like, I binged on Red Dead REDEMPTION at the height of the pandemic, not Red Dead You-Are-A-Tool-For-Everyone-Else's-Character-Development.

I don't mind plot bunnies and fleshing out characters, but I'm not getting paid for a fanfic, brain! I don't need to be doing political stuff and "this is exactly how you do NOT adopt a child and raise them to know nothing of their birth culture or family."

So, in the spirit of "I don't like this part of canon and death isn't always permanent in comic-books anyway," I decided to have an Alternate-Universe Loki from the VERY first "Thor" movie (after his failed suicide-attempt, specifically) drop into the journey to rescue Ramonda. He will work through his many, many issues about being a subordinate species who got adopted by the conquering species, find out non-propaganda about Jotunheim, and earn the right to get back to the world of the living.

Mythical/Regular-Loki was laughing his ass off.

He was just going "LOLLLLLLL GIRL, YOU ARE DOING MARVEL-ME A SOLID RIGHT THERE!!!"

And I was like "well yeah, it's not hard at all to draw parallels to how Odin and Frigga are a white couple who adopted a kid from a colonized culture, raised him to know WORSE than nothing of his birth family or heritage ("I'm the monster that comes in the night", anyone???), actively kept the information from him because they didn't want him to feeeeeeeellll badddddd, and they are somehow surprised that finding out all this as an adult (and in a really shitty way, too) fucks him up BIG TIME."

Meanwhile, around the 18th:

A MOTHERFUCKING CROW-MAGNET just appeared in the kitchen, around the time I started frantically scribbling down my Loki subplot musings. Which of the Norse spirits is about to play a joke on me???

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If some dude with an eye patch decides to go bowling one day, I’m gonna scream.

Alternately if some dude with a glasgow grin decides to go bowling, I’m going to fight someone.

[erika-being-erika]

More levihan reccomendations!

Part 1

• One Last Time by PiercingThePage

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Levi & Hanji have been dating for about 3 years in highschool. He starts to have feelings for one of the pretty girls names Petra Ral. After he starts cheating on Hanji with her, he decides he wants out of the relationship. Until the day he decides to tell her, ends up being the day she tells him that she's pregnant. Will they make it out well, or will Levi start to realize he is becoming his own dead beat dad

• Having My Baby by Countess_Dorkula

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Another SNK Kink Meme fill. Follow Levi and Hanji as they go through the marvelous adventure towards parenthood.

• catch me if you can by fanmoose12

[Multi-chapter || on going]

Summary:

The Ackerman duo. Just the mention of this name filled Hange with so many feelings. Mostly, when she reread the files of their cases over and over, until her eyes watered, she felt pricking annoyance. Sometimes, when she stared at the dead bodies of those scarce unfortunates who stumbled upon their crimes, she was filled with hatred and a pushing need for revenge. Hange couldn't deny, however, there were times when she marveled at the impudence of their crimes. And, when she was investigating the Ackerman's cases and saw just how meticulously planned they all were, she couldn't help but feel something close to fascination.

No one knew who they were. No one had seen their faces, no one knew their true names. Almost everyone knew of their crimes.

Hange was determined to unravel every last one of their secrets. She will put an end to their crimes and then she will get the elusive Ackermans behind bars.

• Partners by fanmoose12

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

When Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed.

And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

• can't keep my hands off you by fanmoose12

[Multi-chap || completed]

Summary:

Hange, Levi and their not so secret relationship.

• Looking for You by fanmoose12

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Returning from a long mission, all Levi wanted was to spend sometime with Hange. But instead he got a message from Erwin, urging him to come to HQ. There he found out, that Hange was missing for over a week and that his new mission is to partner with Moblit, Hange's loyal assistant, and together find and bring Hange home.

• A Tale of Two Slaves by TundrainAfrica

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

"Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn't exist. Everything's a choice. And Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him."

Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn't.

• Free-Falling by djmarinizela

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Skydiver and tea shop owner Levi Ackerman meets the town’s resident mad scientist and tries to convince himself that he's not falling for her.

• All of Me by MannaTea

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

By the time they reached the trees, Sylvia's sides were heaving, her flanks covered in sweat-foam, but they couldn't afford to stop; two titans had become more. Hange refused to look behind her, but she could tell by the way the ground shook that one of them was at least a 13-meter class.

And all she had with her was one blade and a horse who was about to drop dead of exhaustion.1

• Dreams May Not Come True by MannaTea

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Levihan. Hange knows something is wrong when she goes down to breakfast one morning and the smell makes her stomach churn.

• Something Like Destiny by MannaTea

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Reincarnation AU. Zoë doesn't have dreams; she just knows.

• A Dangerous Game by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

A snk 1920′s AU:

Sina is wild, crowded, bursting with industry. Home to jazz, fashion - and corruption. Crooked politicians, dirty police, and powerful gangs have turned the city into a cesspit of violence where the powerful rule. At the center of the chaos are the Ackermans - one of the most powerful gangs in the city, Mayor Fritz - who is as corrupt as he is wealthy, Erwin - a police commander determined to weed out the corruption in his own department, and Hanji - a journalist willing to risk everything to expose their city’s darkest secrets.

• A Simple Choice by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

The rain had started up again. Fat droplets drummed over her hood, drenching the fabric. Her horse’s reins were wet and cold; though her fingers, numbed from continued exposure to the elements, could hardly feel them.

Following the sound of the explosion, they’d arrived at a clearing. It was a mess of blackened, shattered wood, and the wagon, a skeleton, was little more than a smoking husk. Beyond the wreckage, a titan lay prostrate. Felled, its limp, hulking form was barely visible through the rain.

As soldiers shouted, pointing at the creature, one of the horses still tethered to the ruined wagon, writhed. When the beast screamed a broken, panicked wail, her own horse shifted, flanks twitching with unease.

Hanji barely noticed.

The soldiers' voices, the poor beast’s screams, even the heavy, even thrum of rain - had silenced as she looked to the river.

A body lay at the edge of the dark, white-capped water.

• License to Science (And Kill) by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

When International criminal organization, TITAN, successfully steals an arsenal of missiles along with their encrypted launch codes, Code Blue is initiated. It up to Agent Levi Ackerman, a spy in a class of his own, and Research scientist Hanji Zoe, the premiere authority on the organization, to halt a global catastrophe in its tracks.

She lowered her glasses, brown eyes blinking over the rims. “Does this mean I have a-” One brow lifted. “License to Science?”

“No. But I do have a License to Kill. Don’t tempt me to use it.”

• Aftermath by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Levi rushes to the wall in the aftermath of the Armored and Colossal Titans' attack.

“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

• Terrible Things by someonestolemyshoes

[One-shot]

Summary:

The first time he tells her she’s pretty, Hange is all kinds of filthy - sweaty, dirty, twigs in her hair and mud on her shoes and a great big disgusting ball of everything Levi hates.

She is also crying.

It isn’t like he’s never seen her cry before - they’re nine and crying is just what kids do, especially kids like Hange who like to play with things they probably shouldn’t play with and like to climb trees even though they’re kind of clumsy and so the crying, in it’s self, isn’t all that weird.

What’s weird is that Hange - Hange, with her print-smudged glasses and ratty ponytail and clothes two sizes too big for her - is crying because a boy called her ugly.

• Acquiescence by 3LevisInATrenchcoat

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

On Judgement Day, the tide brought someone strange.

• My soulmate by a_golden_hearted_snk_fan

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

When your soulmate gets injured or hurt, their injuries show up on your skin with a slight sting then slowly fade. It was a rare thing to occur, but Levi and Hanji were the lucky ones.

• SOS by djmarinizela

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Levi is a reclusive senior student who shares an apartment with Mike, Nanaba, and his best friend, Hange, who he's secretly in love with. Oddly enough, they also belong to the same secret club with a special operations squad. The 104th cohort is a bunch of freshmen misfits they've taken under their wing, Moblit is Hange's lab partner also vying for her affections, while Erwin’s the newest instructor who doesn’t know how to teach. And they say school is fun.

• the moon is dark by alteirkay

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

His face was wet.

“What the hell?” He murmured touching his face to see if he was mistaken. He was not. His hair was damp with sweat. There was an uneasiness invading his whole body. He was filled with it like he had drunk it straight from a bottle. His chest was heavy, his breaths were uneven, and his right eye was throbbing like a hammer was hitting at it continuously.

He was feeling like he had just lost someone.

• The Experiment by KakashiSensei

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

After a public brawl between them, Commander Erwin confines Captain Levi and Zoë Hange to barracks. When the Survey Corps next heads out, they are left behind as a punishment. Soon bored out of her mind, Hange turns her scientific curiosity towards the most interesting specimen within her reach: Levi. When his past reaches out to him to claim him back, she joins him on a dangerous journey. Do budding feelings have a chance in the most desolate of places?

• windmill by alteirkay

[One-shot]

Summary:

Here is the thing about Levi, his heart is a windmill in the middle of a wilderness where there was no wind to make it twirl, there was no wind to make it beat, pound and feel. Just feel.

Until one day he got hit by a storm so wild, so rare and so incredibly terrifying but in the most beautiful and breath-taking way that it left him defenceless, vulnerable and weak. Like a tiny little flower which had long passed its day of blossoming in a fierce, winter dawn yet it stood erect with its fragile body, challenging against the merciless winds and the brutal frost.

He fell in love.

• In Your Shoes by Neighborhood_Nori

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary

Levi, Paradis Studio's strict ballet instructor, can't stand the newly hired hip-hop instructor, Hanji. As a ballet dancer with his own complicated history with hip-hop, Levi only has respect for the more refined forms of dance. Can Hanji change his mind about her and her style of dance through determination, persistence, and her passion for dance?

• Distractions by Rookblonkorules

[One -shot]

Summary:

Hange’s love for pop culture interferes with her and Levi’s work.

It’s annoying.

• Leave You Whole. by zerothecreator

[One-shot]

Summary:

Levi spends his last moments in Hangë’s arms.

• Moments by Anonymous

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Levihan Modern AU

She's a long-legged, sun-kissed beauty with tattoos in hidden places and multiple piercings.

Her leather jacket's on his bedroom floor, her ripped jeans too and she's pretty sure one of her heeled scarlet boots got left in the living room in their haste last night. At least her glasses are on top of the bedside drawer- they managed that, at least.

• more baby snacks by argethara

[One-shot]

Summary:

Levi tries to find out how and why boxes of Udo's biscuits are gone.

• Anniversary by EllePellano

[One-shot]

Summary:

AU One-shot: Erwin and Levi have a short conversation about the woman they both loved

• All We Are by TundrainAfrica

[One-shot]

Summary:

"We’re what’s left of the old survey corps Levi. We’re all alone.”

“We can’t be alone if there’s two of us.”

“So what do you suggest Captain Levi?”

“We stick together…” Levi answered. “We stick together, Commander Hange.”

During the time skip, Hange and Levi's relationship develops.

• Thin Ice by Xenobia

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Takes place between events in chapter 90 of the manga. Hange, now commander of Survey Corps, commissions Captain Levi to scout territory in the mountains to search for a supply tower she believes may still be stocked. The scouts need all the supplies and currency they can get in order to carry on with their goals. Against his better judgment, Levi joins her on this excursion. The bitter, early winter makes their mission harder than expected, however. The pair find themselves relying on each other to survive, and they find it increasingly difficult to treat one another as comrades in arms and nothing more.

• Hidden Meanings by WhatHistoryForgets

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Hange never thought a materialistic item could mean so much to her until she lost it.

• Of teacups and stale bread

[One-shot]

Summary:

Five times Hange prepared tea for Levi, and the one time that he did.

• Unintended Consequence(s) by Ella3982

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Not all of the Anti-Personnel Control Squad died when the cavern collapsed. Some of them escaped through the tunnel Hange, Moblit, and Armin used. When the two parties meet, the Anti-Personnel Control Squad takes the three Survey Corps members hostage with the intent to force the Survey Corp's hand. However, when they find out that Kenny Ackerman has died, they become more desperate.

If the Uprising Arc had ended a bit differently, how would it alter the course of the story? What would change, and what would stay the same?

• A Fire in the Shadows by free_pancakes

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

LeviHan in an Avatar the Last Airbender AU - a side story occurring alongside the events of ATLA

Levi, the nephew of a fire nation captain, stumbles upon a ragtag group of 5 known as the Scouts, formidably known for foiling the plans of local fire nation control, living in the forests a few miles north of Ba Sing Se.

• Speak Your Dark Pleasures to Me by Lamia of the Dark (VisceraNight)

Summary:

A collection of drabbles and oneshots exploring a sexual relationship between Levi and Hanji.

• Tips & Tricks by Sleepyheadven

[One-shot]

Summary:

Eren’s brow was furrowed forward in confusion as he spoke. “I thought you said that staring at people isn’t nice?” He said after a few moments, gathering his thoughts. He seemed genuinely bewildered as to why she was intensely staring down a stranger when she had told him countless times before that it was impolite to do so.

Oh, lord, was her only thought as she quickly scrambled for an excuse. “I - Uh - well, sometimes people stare at other people because -” before she could even begin to form a proper sentence, Eren interjected. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or dismayed by his actions.

“Is it because you think he’s cute? My friend Ymir stares at my friend Krista that way all the time, she says it’s because she’s so pretty!” Eren babbled happily, oblivious to the way Hange’s grip around the handle of the cart tightened. Her brown eyes darted back and forth between the stranger and her son, hoping that he couldn’t overhear their conversation seeing as Eren wasn’t the softest of speakers.

• A drunk man always tells the truth by krissixh

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Levi finds out that Hanji is engaged to a rich man. He gets drunk that night and confronts her his feelings. The two have to confront a lot of difficulties to be able to end as a couple.

• Relapses by Oreotragus

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Despite having become a great asset to humankind, Captain Levi still has some trouble adjusting to his post-crime lifestyle, especially the social aspects of it. One extremely badly coordinated step out of his comfort zone creates a grand mess that he has to clean up.

• Weight of Survival by otterbeans

[One-shot]

Summary:

Hanji gives birth to Levi's unintentional child. She pretends to be surprised when he shows up for it.

• Don't drink the kool-aid by smallblip

[One-shot]

Summary:

Think of a number between one and ten. Because that's how you love in this world. First you toss out the word love. You tell it to its face that Commander Erwin Smith says “love is the ultimate cult of men... A sect... A dirty ploy by the whatever god is up there to make us all vulnerable..."

And then, everything falls into place.

• until another thursday evening by pinkweirdsunsets

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

and ever since they were only five, Levi had protected her, whether it was from the daily shenanigans she came up with or the criminal background he came from. She was his sunshine, messy and grinning, and he shielded her away from all terrible things.

until zeke yeager came along.

• Make It Make Sense! By cznpai

[Multi-chapt || completed]

I can't add the summary cause I've reached the limit. Welp i still have a lot of fics here so ill make a another post of reccomendations... HAHA bye!

[badmusejail]

Hello!  This is a multimuse blog with a small variety of characters! You’ll find some more familiar characters like Giovanni (Pokémon), Ozai (The Last Airbender) and Gaster (Undertale) alongside a couple of original muses!

There’s not much that bothers me, but here’s my rules page!  The actual muse page can be found here with summaries below!  Take a look at this interaction guide too!

I don’t like sending memes to start the first meeting between muses.  You’re welcome to do so if that suits you, but more than likely, I will personally wait for a starter call or plotting call.  If you’re a new mutual, it’s nothing against you!  Please see my starter call or send me a message to get something rolling!

I go by Jessica or Donut, I’m 28, she/her and live in EST!

I exclusively use the new editor with XKit Rewritten, but you can use legacy.

Hope to write with you soon!

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Almost every muse has generic modern and fantasy verses as well!

🟨1️⃣ W.D. Gaster, Undertale:  Once the Royal Scientist of the Underground, now nothing more than a mystery in the wind. …That is, if he ever existed in the first place.  (Falling into a device intended to rip magical energy into particles will do that to you.)

🟨2️⃣ Iroh, The Last Airbender: A firebender that learned the error of his ways and wants to see the world flourish in peace. 🟨1️⃣ Ozai, The Last Airbender:  A firebender that wants to see the world in flames–with himself at the helm, of course.

🟢1️⃣ Giovanni Marianelle, Pokemon:  Once a beloved hero and Elite Four to his region, now the leader of the insidious Team Rocket.  How does one fall so terribly?  Also has an ancestor named Gaevano for historical / Legends muses. 🟢1️⃣ Koga, Pokemon: Ninja-assassin with a love for poisons. 🟢1️⃣ Quentin Beck, Marvel Cinematic Universe:  A Quentin Beck hailing from a universe in which he was truly a hero and the Elementals really did destroy his reality.  Also has an AU by the name of Major Beck.

🟨1️⃣ Sasakibe Tadaoki Chojiro, Bleach:  The lieutenant of the First Division.  He’s absolutely dead and absolutely not a Quincy in disguise. 🟨1️⃣ Futsuku Keohima, Bleach: The Head Judge of the Central 46.  He was the one who gave the Vizards their death sentence, and cycled out of the council after such a massive case.  He ended up taking the position once more after Aizen murdered the current council. 🟨1️⃣ Geoferd Alder, Bleach:  A Quincy living in Shutzstadt, Germany.  Unaffiliated with Yhwach and the Wandenreich.

🟢2️⃣ Weird Octopus, Fandomless:  Originally an AU of W.D. Gaster but has no real relation.  A small octopus mermaid that exists only to cause chaos. 🟨1️⃣ Gemuse Heinzmann, Fandomless:  In a world where everyone is born with magic of some sort, this man was lucky enough to get the ability to manipulate ketchup.  He’s a spy for an agency that specializes in magical intelligence. 🟢1️⃣ Giothornéc Vannikthull the Vengeance, Fandomless:  Originally an AU of Giovanni but has no real relation.  A sentient, powerful, shapeshifting weapon that was specially crafted to defeat a demon lord, but deemed too powerful and sealed away.  Also an idiot.  

[chaozsilhouette]

Moonlit Musings

The night is such a perfect time to face one’s darkest truths. Shrouded in the moon’s light what can one do but admit to their flaws. It can be a time of rejuvenation and rebirth, only if you let it.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

It was a quiet night.

The full moon hung high in the heavens accompanied by millions of stars. Not a cloud to be seen, an ideal night for passions to run wild. Normally people would be taking out their telescopes or arranging romantic picnics.

Sadly, nights like these only filled Sun Wukong with dread. It was a night like this when he was finally able to return after the Journey. That was the night he learned he had lost a precious treasure.

When he returned, he expected to be greeted by his subjects until Macaque showed himself. He expected to be strangled as the pale furred monkie admonished him for his recklessness. He expected to watch as fury transformed into tearful joy as they embraced one another for the first time in over five hundred years.

But that wasn’t what happened.

The moment he set foot back onto Flower Fruit Mountain, he sensed something was very wrong. Like his previous return trips, his subjects greeted him with loud celebrations. The new mothers showed off their infants. The young ones wasted no time climbing all over him, taking in the scent of their king.

The immortal elders, however, looked concerned.

That was when he realized Macaque’s scent on the mountain was far too faint. Even the magical signature of his clones no longer felt fresh.

Macaque was nowhere to be found. The monkeys reported Macaque had returned a few years after he stopped by the mountain earlier in the Journey but not as his usual self. He didn’t respond to any of their questions. He didn’t even take time to check in on the infants. He didn’t say a word.

He just entered the mansion, but no one saw him leave.

Entering the mansion, Wukong dashed to their room desperate for answers. Opening the doors, he saw the room was horribly empty, sure all of his belonging were exactly as he remembered them, but all of Macaque’s stuff was gone. Macaque’s closet was empty and all his books had vanished. Despite his desperate hopes, there wasn’t any signs of a struggle or hidden messages to be found.

Macaque left of his own free will, but why?

He couldn’t bring himself to sleep in the bed they shared so many nights together. Every time he dared, he awoke expect to be greeted with the comforting warmth of familiar presence, instead he opened his eyes to a cold emptiness.

The lack of answers broke his heart, but he didn’t have time to start tearing the landscape apart trying to find him. Now that he was back for good, he had so many responsibilities to catch up on. He was determined to be a good king for his subjects and that meant ughthinking things through. Plus, he wanted to spend as much time with his master and brothers as possible.

Then there was the concerning fact all his previous allies had severed their alliance with him.

Apparently after all the fuss with the Demon Bull King, word had spread that Wukong broke their alliance by disrespecting protocol and attacking the royal family. Plus, his new position as a defender of humanity annoyed more than a few respectable demons. Combined with the sheer number of powerful demons he killed on the Journey cemented the idea that having an alliance with him would only end poorly.

He was banned from court meetings and the other kings in the surrounding areas wanted nothing to do with him. The chaotic nature of his past had finally caught up to him and in the worst possible way.

He was still recognized as the Monkey King of the Sun Court but was effectively blacklisted. No one wanted to mess with him, but they also didn’t want to interact with him. Not good for his mental health to say the least.

Simians are naturally social creatures. Wukong was used to constantly being around other people and learning new things. His time imprisoned was not kind. His first year of freedom had him constantly climbing over his brothers and master just to reassure himself that this was real.

And now that he couldn’t reconnect with old faces unless it was through a battle to the death…It forced him to delve into old memories. Memories that while sweet only made the emptiness more pronounced.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

Sun Wukong smiled as he watched Macaque’s reaction.

The six-eared monkie was furiously pinching the bridge between his eyebrows after he shattered a boulder with a careless headbutt as though it would make his life mercifully easier. “You’ll have to explain it to me again. What did you mean by ‘no longer under Yama’s jurisdiction’?”

“Exactly what I said. I was napping. Having some time to myself, when out of nowhere some idiots tried to take my soul to the afterlife.” Wukong explained as though having entities of death rip out your soul to drag it to the underworld was no big deal.

“Bet you weren’t happy.” Macaque couldn’t help but smirk at the flippant tone. He just made it so difficult to stay mad.

“Not in the slightest. I barged my way to the top brass, bunch of cowards called the Ten Kings (totally undeserved titles by the way) and demanded what the fuck was going on.” He was still ticked off even if the payoff was sweet. Seriously! Did immortality mean nothing to these cowards? They couldn’t even play it off as him dying in battle. He was in the peak of his youth! “Can you believe they tried to play it off as a misunderstanding? Should have smacked the loudmouth when I was there.”

“So, through a series of ridiculous events, you erased your name from the records of the dead.” Macaque could easily piece together the rest from there. No matter how ridiculous the odds. He learned never to bet against his friend when a problem could be handled with brute strength or intimidation. If it didn’t look like such an answer was possible, clearly, they hadn’t experienced the force of a determined Wukong. Something about facing a ticked off monkie of practically infinite strength and invulnerability left harden conquerors pissing themselves.

It was hilarious.

“Not just mine. In my infinite wisdom, I erased the names of several of the monkey inhabitants of esteemed Flower Fruit Mountain, including yours.” Wukong playfully booped Macaque’s nose.

Turning away to hide a light blush, Macaque scoffed to cover his embarrassing response. “Typical. I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you doing something insane.”

“I know. I’m just that awesome.”

“So what? Are we now double immortal?” That was the question wasn’t it. Due to their master’s instructions, they were immortal and ageless, so what exactly would this give them? He didn’t feel any different. He couldn’t sense any new powers or changes in his instincts.

His counterpart, however, had other things on his mind. “Who cares. All I know is that those idiots have no control over our souls anymore.” And with that the King took his rightful place across Macaque’s lap as the other returned to his scrolls.

Wukong instead took the time to examine his friend, who finally gained enough confidence to fully drop his glamour and embrace his true appearance.

He still couldn’t believe Macaque actually had six ears. The weird part was how natural they looked, almost as if seeing him with only two was bizarre. The coolest part was how each pair softly glowed a different color. Blue. Purple. Red. Sometimes Wukong would just stare at them, imagining that he could see glittering stars emanating from that glow.

Suddenly those magnificent ears twitched. Macaque didn’t bother looking up from the bamboo scroll. “A trespasser...multiple, boar and vulture demon. Another hunting party”.

“Again. Ugh. Don’t these idiots ever give up!” Don’t get him wrong, Wukong loved a good fight. What better way to prove how superior you are to others than to steal what’s most precious to them? But even he was starting to grow bored with the sheer number of hunters that thought kidnapping his subjects was a quick cash grab.

After the fifth army he returned in pieces to the surrounding upstart lords, you’d think they’d take a hint.

Thankfully he wasn’t the only powerhouse on the mountain. “I haven’t tasted blood in a while. Why don’t I defend the kingdom while your highness enjoys a show?” Macaque set aside his reading material, eyes glittering with bloodlust.

Wukong returned the smirk with one of his own. “I’m always up for a good thrashing. One request: make it glorious.”

“Don’t I always.” Macaque joked as he retrieved his spear from his own shadow.

Wukong summoned his cloud and claimed a good vantage point. Once again, he marveled at his friend’s hearing. Judging by the distance it would have been at least three hours before he would have detected their presence.

Kicking back, he transformed some hair into a fruit platter and waited for the screams.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

To this day, Wukong knew Macaque was alive. Thanks to his efforts combined with the intense training, the monkie was double immortal. Besides, that monkkie was way too stubborn to die. He would survive purely on spite if he had to.

Macaque left, but why?

While he may have effectively isolated himself, that didn’t mean he didn’t hear about the other courts. A few centuries ago, he heard rumors about the formation of a new court by someone under the title of the Macaque King. Supposedly they were a powerful monkie who knew way more than he had the right to. For a brief moment, Wukong dared to hope it was his old friend, but it didn’t last. The few recounts he caught described him with black fur. Besides, he knew how much Macaque hated the title of King. Even when Wukong offered him the position as co-ruler of his kingdom, the pale monkie adamantly refused.

Still, he was curious.

For a few weeks he could have sworn he detected a familiar scent hiding underneath Mk’s. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. A few of the immortal monkeys questioned him on the mango infused scent and what his plans were. It was almost too much to take in.

To think he returned to teach his student instead of showing his face. It hurt just to think about it. He chose to ignore the beckoning scent until it became impossible to ignore MK’s leap in progress. Then it just vanished like it hadn’t been testing his patience. Like it hadn’t brought him to the brink of shaking the kid upside down until he confessed where his old friend was hiding. The kid probably grew wise, or someone told him to change his bathing habits, and by the next training session it was all but gone.

Dragging his hand down his face, Wukong tried to reevaluate his thoughts.

Getting mad at the kid wasn’t going to solve anything. He knew he hadn’t been the most attentive master. Hell, the whole hammer exercise at its core was a desperate attempt to remove a painful reminder of better times. His master would be disappointed in how he was running away from his problems, but would encourage him to take the steps to be better. Zhu Bajie would be a sarcastic little shit, trying to get him riled up so the monkie would prove him wrong. Sha Wujing would sit him down and wouldn’t let him leave until they talked everything through.

He had to make things right with the kid. He deserved a better master. And this New Years he was gonna get one.

He spoke, praying the winds would carry his voice to his Warrior.

“Macaque. I know it’s been a while, but…I-I want to talk. I know you’re out there, somewhere I can’t reach. I miss sparring with you. I miss lazy days napping in the shade by your side. I miss defending the mountain as we held contests to see who could take out the most trespassers before their common sense kicked in. I miss you. Please come home.”

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

The moon was high in the sky. Stars danced in the heavens as the faintest hints of vibrations pulsed through the concrete from the late-night dance clubs. MK lay awake, his mind struggling to make sense of it all.

Ever since Macaque disappeared in order to remain undetected, he kept thinking about his relationship with the Monkey King. Sure, he was being trained and he was definitely making progress. The monkie was still on his case for supposedly cheating on him with another mentor. Nothing MK said or did could make the monkie think otherwise. Thankfully, he was no longer shooting him suspicious glares, but the underlying tension remained.

The sad truth is they just weren’t that close.

He would have expected to learn more about the Monkey King on a personal and emotional level, but he just couldn’t get past that wall. Their training sessions felt more like just the Monkey King arranged just to get it over with. There was no passion at all.

Okay, perhaps that last bit was an exaggeration.

When you peered past the arrogance and pride, you found one socially awkward monkie. It was similar to Red Son the more he thought about it, both seemed to find it difficult to talk to or relate to others in a friendly setting. Sure, Monkey King projected a friendly demeanor and called him “bud”, but if he didn’t know any better he could have sworn the monkie was afraid to take that final step.

The last few sessions had taken a bit of a turn in a positive direction as Sandy would say. Maybe Monkey King decided it was time to make a change? Maybe this was all a trick so MK would lower his guard and reveal Macaque’s identity? Maybe he was just tired and should have conked out an hour ago?

Maybe.

Reality was so different from the legends. When Tang first introduced him to the Monkey stories, he was hooked. He loved listening to the tales of the infamous trickster that flipped off every major religious figure with unbridled confidence. Meeting the Great Sage in the flesh was like a dream come true until he was exposed to the King’s less pleasant tendencies.

Mk couldn’t help but wonder just how much confidence the Monkey King had in his training skills. Did he ever train someone before? Could MK talk to someone about this without appearing even more ungrateful than he already looked? Why didn’t he stop Red Son from unsealing his father when he was there? Why didn’t he simply seal the entire family when they were reunited? Why did the five times immortal sage decide that now he needed to train a disciple? Was Monkey King not telling him something important?

He had so many questions and not even the foggiest idea of where to start looking. Or perhaps he did?

The truth was he missed Macaque. The dark-furred monkie may have only taught him for a month, but the progress he made and the level of care he was exposed to made him feel as though he had finally unlocked the ability to fly.

He missed the regular grooming. He missed learning about the demon community. He missed learning new ways to mess with Red Son through appropriate court manners.

Watching the fire user freeze up at the term “honorable prince of the Iron Bull Court” just made him laugh, when his hair combusted it really matched his face. Now that he thought about it, were those horns starting to peek out of his forehead? And maybe the slightest hint of a tufted tail swiping the bottom of his coat? Seeing the demon frantically compose himself was a treat he didn’t know he needed. He still had the video saved as one of his favorites, didn’t hurt that Mei caught it at the perfect angle.

Oh yeah, he missed that.

With any luck, New Years would be the start of something better.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

On an island that remained surrounded by unquenchable storms, a single black-furred monkie sat cross-legged in a secluded part attached to the palace. All around him fruit trees and bushes bore a hefty bounty releasing an intoxicating scent of life.

Ears twitched.

Macaque opened his eyes, aroused from his meditation. It was odd. He had the faintest sensation that someone had been talking about him. Now that wasn’t exactly unusual, he made plenty of allies and enemies across the centuries. What was odd was that the voice sounded like someone he once cherished.

But that couldn’t be right.

The deceptive silence of his personal orchard gave him no answers. Not that he really expected it to.

For some reason he refused to identify, Macaque turned to the single peach tree in the grove. A tribute from his past and a reminder of his mistakes. But it was also a valuable resource once he learned the truth about the peach’s properties. He used its powers to protect many happy relationships, if only it could have helped him so long ago.

No matter.

He still had many projects to work on, including one successor just rife with insecurities. He honestly felt bad ducking out as he did. If things were different, he would have offered him a new life. His Stars were always happy to welcome a new member into their budding community.

As a bonus, his presence would have interrupted their constant attempts to set him up with new dates. He adored their efforts but being paired with partners who only wanted power or he would view only as friends was not something he enjoyed. Although watching them mentally destroy those they didn’t find suitable for him was quite entertaining.

Either way, New Years was coming up fast and he still needed to approve a few changes. His Stars were determined to make sure this event topped last years in every way possible, but they had to make sure they didn’t set the orchard on fire again. Or worse, they could launch the fireworks into the storm barrier. He wasn’t sure why or how, but the tornadoes and clouds turned different colors as explosions rang throughout the night.

It was beautiful but lost its charm after the third day.

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

********

I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[cupidsintern]

the death of hyacinthus - pt. i

this is my old renaissance au with artist!billy and model!steve so enjoy lol

The light spills out onto the floor before the window, making the worn wood of the floor look bright again, like new. The light doesn't reach Steve though. Billy set up the scene like that on purpose, closer to the center of his studio. No direct light. He wants this to be lit like it's the beginning of twilight. In his head, Hyacinth dies at sunset.

The room is silent, has been for a while, other than birds outside the window, a breeze that made the window tap against itself lightly, and fabric shifting if Steve stirs from where he is at all, draped across this haphazard construction of pillows, blankets, and a bench.

That's the word Billy used; “drape”. When Steve got to the studio Billy was kicking pillows around on his little model platform, trying to get everything set up right, hardly even greeting Steve at all before launching into his explanation of how he wanted Steve to look.

“-and he’s dying, but he’s not dead yet,” Billy walked half a circle around the platform, hands out. “So Apollo would- damn-” A pillow fell over, he pushed it back up. “Would be here. So if you can just sort of drape yourself across right here-”

Steve was stripping off the last of his garments when Billy turned back around.

“Here?” Steve finished kicking his stockings off, crossed to step up onto the platform.

Billy swallowed, looking Steve in the eyes because at least it meant he wouldn't look down, slack jawed. “Yeah, that's- that’s perfect.” Steve was already settling in to sitting down, letting his head fall back against the seat of the bench, throat exposed.

The way he was sitting shifted his weight in his hips more; Billy tried to look critically. Not appreciatively. He shouldn’t be appreciating the son of the nobleman that had decided to be his patron. Not that Steve was even supposed to be modeling for him beyond the two portraits he’d already had done.

“Tip your knee down more,” Billy stepps back, takes in the composition.

Steve drops his knee.

“Turn your head towards me.”

Steve obliges. The line of his nose looks perfect at three quarters.

Billy stepps up to the platform again, pulls some of the fabric forward, lets it fall over Steve's legs more, over his groin- good. Less distracting. More poetic or something- and the line of his thighs beneath the fabric has just the heaviness Billy is looking for. He steps back again.

“What’s the myth again?” Steve’s jaw gains definition when he speaks with his head at this angle.

“The Death of Hyacinthus.”

“I know that part.” Steve rolls his hand a little. “The part before that. How does he die?”

“He- hang on.” Billy steps close again to push things around, make the lines right. “The wind- Zephyr- gets jealous of his beauty. Apollo throws a discus, and Zephyr pushes it off course, so it knocks Hyacinth in the head. Apollo holds him while he dies.” Billy says it all matter-of-factly. He's trying not to get distracted. He picks up Steve's arm to tilt back towards him a little. His skin is warm like the sunlight staining the floor.

“That's sad.” Steve says. His arm feels relaxed in Billy’s grip. “Weren't they close? Apollo and Hyacinth.”

Billy feels a familiar warmth at his neck of this topic. This thing that always comes up when he and Steve are alone. “They were lovers.”

Steve doesn't say anything back to that.

Billy gets the composition mostly how he wants it- and he’ll probably try Steve in a couple different poses, this is only for sketching. He takes ages deciding where to set up to actually draw it- Steve makes fun of him. Billy says he’s not the one naked on a pile of old curtains. That makes Steve laugh. His stomach flexes a little when he laughs.

Billy's glad Steve can be part of his process now.

He gets some general gestures down on paper. He really nails the angle of Steve’s throat- which he's proud of. He needs the arch of the thing to be perfect. And he gets the general idea of Steve's features down quick- he’s drawn Steve's face maybe a thousand times by now. The way his arm falls is tricky- he’ll come back to that in a bit.

“Billy.”

Billy looks up at Steve’s voice. He’s sat up a little, something short of coy in his eyes. “I’m cold.” “You’re cold.” Billy says back to him. Because he never does what Steve implies. Only what Steve says.

“Yeah, like you said- I’m bare ass naked on a pile of curtains.”

“Your calling.”

Steve laughs again. “Do you think we could close the door?”

“We?”

“You. Can you close the door.”

“Who’s the revered artist here?”

“Who’s the patron?”

Billy rolls his eyes, but he drops his chalk into the lip of his easel anyway, walks to pull the door to his studio shut, separating them from the rest of the house. Steve left it open in the first place.

“You’re not my patron.” Billy says when he gets back, picks up to start drawing again.

“I’m close.” Steve only sounds a little superior.

He’s right. He is close to being Billy's patron. He recommended Billy to his family, he talked up Billy’s version of the pieta, he introduced Billy to the Influentials of Florence, got him this nice new studio, set up in one of the family houses. He was only a little superior about it.

Mostly he was nice.

Nice to Billy. Excited about the things he drew, always asking him what he was working on.

Asked to sit for him once, twice, how many more times, he was part of the process now.

This might be what having a muse was, if Billy believed in things like having muses.

Steve scratches the back of his calf with a foot, then sets his legs back down.

“I’m surprised you don’t get bored doing this.” Billy cracks two of the knuckles on his drawing hand, shakes out his wrist. He’s only prying a little.

“I like watching you work,” comes Steve's easy reply.

“Still.” Billy smudges at a stray line with his thumb. “You’re always fidgety at dinners and shit. Not here.”

“Dinners are boring.” Steve sighs.

He had expressed that sentiment before. That he found Billy much more interesting than anything his family ever did. That he’d trade his infinite wealth for the virve Billy so possessed. Only he didn't say it like that. He said “I’d trade all of this shit for whatever makes your art so beautiful.”

And Billy said “You wouldn't want to. Trust me.”

Billy, having seared the image of Steve into his brain by now, was adding more definition in places, really letting his focus slide out of his head.

And it’s quiet for a bit. Billy doesn't notice when the silence breaks- the sound of shifting fabric, bare feet on wood floor-

“Shit, that’s really good.” Steve's voice startles Billy a little, but he doesn’t let it show. Just turns a little abruptly to find Steve leaning over his shoulder.

“Looks just like me.” Steve continued, hovering his fingertips over Billy's rendition of his nose.

“You don’t have to sound so impressed every time.” Billy rolled his eyes, pushing Steve’s hand away.

“Oh, excuse me for showing some enthusiasm.” Steve hummed another laugh, still looking at the paper. He traced a finger absentmindedly down his own flesh-and-blood nose, marveling at the likeness.

Billy couldn't focus enough to continue with Steve so close. Not like he’d never seen Steve in next to nothing before. But this was really and truly nothing. And even naked as the day he was born Steve exuded wealth in just the way he stood. Like clothes were nothing but decoration on something already… beautiful.

“Can you go back to your spot, please?” Billy got out, looking away like he was annoyed.

Steve just smiled at him before padding back to his platform, throwing the fabric back over his legs.

But now the composition was wrong-

“So,” Steve’s voice carried across the sun-soaked chambers. “Why Hyacinth?”

“What do you mean.” Billy was trying desperately to collect his thoughts.

“I mean, he’s dating a god, right? Why him? What's so special about him.”

“He’s beautiful.”

“And?”

“Well, I mean, he’s a Spartan prince, he’s legendary. Apollo doesn't even really pick him. Hyacinth has, like, a bunch of people to choose from. He picks Apollo.”

Billy can’t draw like this, especially since Steve fucked up the composition- probably on purpose.

Billy gets up with an unintentional little huff and gets close to Steve again, has to adjust his legs again, avoid staring at the pinks that dust Steve’s everywhere-

“You draw me a lot.” Steve interrupts Billy’s train of thought.

Billy looks up, holding Steve’s wrist like it was his own. “You sit for me a lot-”

“What's your favorite part to draw?”

Billy’s breathing feels thicker, like his throat is coated in honey, sweet but hard to breathe. “Of you?” “Yeah.”

“Your nose.” Billy says easily, because it's safe to say.

Steve smiles. “You've said that before.”

“It's true.” Billy prepares to turn away again, to tell Steve they should get more done while there's still daylight.

Steve’s fingers hook against the palm of Billy's hand. This is playing with fire.

Steve lifts Billy's hand up, touches it to the bridge of his nose.

He can feel the sharp bone under his forefinger.

“Where else?”

Billy inhales. It's a feat. “Your jaw.”

Steve pulls Billy's hand down his cheek to touch his jawline. They’ve been avoiding this forever,

“And?” Cliche game of cat and mouse. Right now, Billy’s the mouse.

“Your shoulders.” Billy watches Steve drag his hand down his perfect neck to the slope of his perfect shoulders. “Steve.”

“Billy.” Steve mocks Billy’s warning tone just a little. “Come on, what else?”

Billy swallows again. He doesn't respond he just lets his hand wander lower, lower, down his chest, to his stomach-

Billy stops his hand, pushes back against Steve’s. “I’ve never drawn you nude, if that's what you’re implying.”

“Maybe you should.” Steve’s finger’s slide up Billy's forearm to hook under the edge of his rolled up sleeve.

“I’d need a couple different references...” Billy trails off. He knows Steve is about to kiss him.

It’s still delicious when he does. No number of days, weeks, waiting for one of them to make a move, of thinking what that move would be, what it would feel like, would have prepared Billy for the spit-sweet taste of a first kiss in the late afternoon.

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i might do a part ii or just leave it like this lol