#she is so incredibly strong (both physically and mentally) and i want her back

[the-manderville-mambo]

hi, just wanted to say that when i saw i had a tumblr notification i was afraid it was another bot, but no it was actually you, a person with impeccable taste (heustienne enjoyers unite)!

Yes, it is I, definitely not a bot!

(Pay no attention to the machine behind the curtain)

Heustienne deserved better and we should've seen her again after Heavensward, thanks for coming to my TED talk

[princesssmars]

baby girl, im finna rock your shit!

a sequel to this vi x reader.

wc : 1.735

contains : fxf relationship and sex. some romantic fluff. rough sex. penetrative sex (r!receiving). some dom!vi i think. lowkey highkey jealous/possesive vi.

a/n : greatest writing motivation is being horny as fuck. enjoy.

for better or worse, violet could not keep her hands off of you.

when you first glanced at her you did not take her for the type to be so affectionate - dyed black hair, smudged eyeshadow, not to mention the abundance of leather she was wearing as she celebrated knocking her opponent out cold. that mixed with her playboy reputation with some of her more desperate fans? let’s say you weren’t expecting nightly shoulder rubs and playful smushing of cheeks when you got home.

but when you finally gave her a chance to worm her way into your heart you were gladly surprised to see just how much of a sweetheart the boxer could really be. she texted you every day and constantly made sure you were taking care of your physical and mental well-being.

and of course, once you gave her the go-ahead she was so physically affectionate. she always had a hand on your hip when walking in public, gently moving you to avoid a small obstacle or to show you a small place she wanted to treat you to. at your shared apartments she would follow you around almost akin to a puppy, a big dopey smile on her face as she stood behind you while you were grabbing some chips from the kitchen.

“uhh…do you need something?”

“nope.”

“…are you sure?”

“yup.”

and every time you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and smile at her before putting a kiss on her cheek.

and while you noticed it beforehand, after you slept together for the first time you saw just how…depraved her affection could get.

from your experience, the first few days after the first time with a partner could be strange, with neither partner knowing when it would be right to initiate the next time without seeming too distant or too desperate. but gods were you glad you and vi were on the same wavelength. it was only the morning after that you were ready to go at her again, nearly embarrassingly desperate to feel the ache she left between your legs again.

but you were feeling just the slightest bit of self-conscious over how eager you were with her last night, so you decided to do something nice to show your appreciation by making her and you a nice breakfast. even though your legs felt the slightest bit wobbly as you made your way to the kitchen.

in the middle of you poking at the eggs to check their progress when you feel a pair of strong arms encircle your waist and a towering body press into your back. you try to keep focusing on the cooking but it becomes impossible when vi starts to playfully bite and kiss at the skin of your neck, forcing you to giggle as the feeling of it combined with her hair getting in your face.

your giggle turns into an airy gasp when her palms grasp your hips and she brashly thrusts her crotch into your backside, moving your body over to the side so you can grip the counter. a deep groan escapes from her throat when your hand travels up to grip her hair. another moan leaves your throat when she lets one of her hands travel down beneath her your sleepshirt.

so you were both equally desperate. and it was amazing.

now her quick kisses before boxing matches had a fair chance of turning into heated make-out sessions and quickies, her scarred lips smiling as she whispered how she needed to complete her ‘winning ritual’ before she goes out to fight, which usually consists of her getting on her knees and eating you out until you’re dizzy. she also loved downright groping you whenever she got the chance when you slept over at her apartment. you could be mopping the floors and she wouldn’t hesitate to reach down and squeeze or slap your ass before walking off like nothing happened.

and though you initially didn't suspect it, you find out she can be incredibly possessive. and again, it was amazing.

once you started to become more official vi made sure you had a front-row ticket to her matches so she could turn her head and spot you whenever she was in the ring. she was scheduled to fight some up-and-coming boxer who was known for her big mouth, and after shit-talking vi one too many times in the press your girlfriend was more than eager to step into the ring. you just didn't expect the woman to have an apparent death wish as she openly flirted with you before the match started, blowing you a kiss and a wink before coming face to face with an uncommonly calm violet.

it was one of the faster knockouts she'd gotten in her career.

as soon as the press and her team were done talking to her she gave you a look. a look that said “get your ass in the car because you are so getting messed up when we get home,,”

and so, you get your ass in the car. and not even an hour later, she makes good on her silent words.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“thats it, take it baby. just fucking take it.”

when you had called vi depraved you truly meant it, as there was no other way to describe the provocative posiiton she had you in - your body pliant and settled on top of hers as her arms wrapped under your kneed and locked behind your head.

all of it was just so deliciously disorienting. the way her feet planted on to the mattress so that she could use her core to thrust her hot pink strap inside of your cunt, the frequent growls and grunts she let fly right next to your ear, how her clasped hands kept forcing your head from rolling back to looking down-

you let out a pitifully desperate whine when your eyesight locks onto the sight of your body from the mirror she dragged over to the front of the bed. youd felt a zap go through your body as she was doing so, and it was only increased ten fold as you saw the creamy mess between your thighs, strings of your slick expanding and contracting each time she pounded herself into you.

“god, i can feel you clenching around me. you like looking at how fucking messy i make you?” violet sneers before delivering a random harsh thrust inside you, laughing nearly cruelly when an odd squeaking comes from your throat.

“aw don't worry baby, i love it too. sounds so fucking good, should've set up a god damn camera-”

it is definitely not embarrassing how loudly you moan at that. you aren't allowed to be bashful when violet giggles into your shoulder. she brings one of her hands to wrap around your throat while the other travels downwards. she brushes over your breasts and stomach, reveling in the ripple it causes when you take a shaky inhale at the feeling.

you’re so caught up in the contradictory softness of her touch and the roughness of her hips movements that you’re more than shocked when she raises her hand and brings it down in a hard slap against your thigh. your hips involuntarily move up into her palm while down towards the strap, conflicted on which pleasure you want to overwhelm you.

“come on, don't run from it. we know you can take it.” she groaned, bringing her hand down in another rough slap against your thigh. she was never the most jealous person. she was never in a relationship long enough to be jealous. but seeing you fall apart for her so desperately after that bitch had the nerve to hit on you in front of her put a sick feeling of satisfaction in the pit of her chest.

your whines start to take on a higher pitch that reveals to her you’re closer than ever to your orgasm. high off of the win and the euphoria of fucking you and feeling the base of her dick bumping into her clit with each thrust, she decides to take a gamble and do something that she knows will make you make a mess for her.

there are no words to describe the full-body feeling you have at her rough palm smacking down on your clit, or the way your orgasm rips out of you like a bullet train. it’s so powerful it nearly hurts, and no matter how much you try to arch away from her she uses her grip to hold you down and follows you up with her hips.

“nuh uh, don't fucking run from me, baby. just feel it, god take it, bet you look so fucking pretty.”

the pleasure feels like it lasts for hours, and its only halfway through that you realize you’re leaking all over both of you and the sheets. you also realize that the experience has brought violet to a fiery orgasm herself, her body pushing through the pleasure as she uses shaky thrusts to help the both of you ride through your orgasms.

with how much she loves being affectionate, it's no surprise that vi is a god at aftercare. once it's clear your high has passed and you’re teasing the edge of sleep she immediately gets to work by slowly slipping the strap out of you and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek when you whimper at the object leaving your warmth. ever so gently she handles your body to slip off of hers and rest on the bed and on shaky legs walks to get a rag from the bathroom.

after cleaning both of you off she tosses the strap to the floor to be cleaned later and flops in bed next to you. as she lays on her stomach she rests her arm over your body, pulling you in ever closer to her.

“y’know i think that reaction gives me permission to start calling you jealous.” your voice is quiet but hoarse and gives her just the littlest bit of pride.

“’m not jealous. maybe i just can’t get enough of you.”

god, you hope you get flirted with more often.

[enwoso]

CRUSHED! — alessia russo

bit of a longer one for you all<3 this will probably turn into a mini series (about 3-4 parts)

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manchester united women v arsenal women.

an important fixture for you and the rest of the manchester united squad as this would ensure the teams lead in the table, in the race for champions league football next season. something you and the rest of the girls longed to play especially having just missed out by a margin the season before.

you were determined to ensure that you and the team got into europe — having dreamt of playing the high level of football since you were little.

something even more exciting for you is that you were in, incredible form at the moment scoring goals left right and centre or as some of the news reporters would phrase it as saying you couldn't stop scoring!

confidence was flowing through every inch of your body and rightly so, you had six goals in the last four games one of them goals even helping man united progress further into the fa cup.

everything was going to way you wanted, you were playing excellent football at the moment who can was hopefully going to secure your place in the england team for the upcoming world cup in the summer. your relationship with alessia was only growing stronger as you were about to hit your two year anniversary.

you could happily say that you were in a good place, quite literally physically but also mentally.

"how long do we have till kick off?" you asked turning to your girlfriend who was finishing re-lacing her bright orange boots. "um about 15 minutes why?" less said looking up to the walling seeing the clock was about to reach the hour 7.

"just wondering" you shrugged, loosening yourself up and scooting closer to the blonde leaning your head on her shoulder. as she sat back up her arm stretching togo across your shoulder as the familiar smell of vanilla taking over your senses.

the two of you sat in each others company, not talking just watching as the rest of the team talked among themselves. just as marching came in to give his usual team talk and to help lift any spirits even more before it was time to walk out.

"-just go out and bring home them 3 points!" marc finished as the changing room filled with a cheer as everyone took off their warmup jumpers as it was time to walk.

"i love you" you smiled pecking alessia on the lips, a tradition they did before every match, "i love you too" alessia responded as the two of you did your little hand shake you'd both came up with one night while being in a hotel room before the blonde pulled you for one last quick but tight hug.

alessia wondered off up towards the front of the line taking her place in between millie and nikita as you strayed towards the back. taking your place as always just behind tooney.

"you ready baller?" ella smiled turning around to your direction, you rolling your eyes playfully at the new nickname ella had began to call you over the past few weeks.

"always." you whispered, patting ella on the back to signal to her to begin moving in order to keep up with the rest of the team who were now walking through the tunnel and out onto the pitch.

the teams walked out, hand in hand with the mascots as the teams lined up, arsenal on the right and man united on the left. once all the photos were done, shaking hands with the arsenal players before going off into the half that they would be starting.

"let's play our best girls!" katie said as you all done the usually team huddle, putting your hands in the middle and cheering before everyone went to their starting positions.

you were thankfully playing your usual and much preferred position of the left wing, with alessia in the middle leading the line and parris on the right wing.

the referee blowing the whistle and the game was under way.

3' BLOCK! chances at both ends for both teams. walti lets fly from a distance but zelem put in a strong block. at the other end, y/n is nearly played through by parris but zinsberger rushes off her line to clear into touch.

6' WIDE! russo with her first shot of the game! y/n scampers down the wing and while walti dispossesses the cutback to zelem, the loose ball is able to fall to the lionesses striker. russo let's fly first but it's wayward — she had more time to shoot then she thought.

the game so far is going the way you wanted it too, manchester united in the opening minutes were playing better, were playing better football. you'd even had a few chances to get to the box unfortunately non of them able to get the shot in due to arsenals tight defence playing their part.

manchester united back on the attack again, the ball building from the back passed to zelem from blundell, arsenals midfield covering zelem as she sells you a short pass up to the wing.

loosing the ball momentarily to maanum as you overstretch a move you must have done a million times before in hopes of getting the ball across to alessia as she was in a big space with nobody covering her and had the opportunity to open the score line.

however the overstretch left you feeling a pop, following a sharp pain in your knee. the ball had already been hit forwards, not seeing if it reached your girlfriend you fell to the ground knee in clutch.

face planting into the grass as you waved your hand in the air, tears bubbling in your eyes at the sudden pain you were feeling. .

"y/n!" you hear ella as she comes rushing over, the midfielder being more worried for her teammate then whatever was happening higher up the pitch. the manchurian ushering the medics on the sidelines to come on and help you — the game however was still in play. "are you okay?"

12' problems for manchester united, y/n is down and looks to be in real pain. the red devils can't afford for their star girl to be injured at the moment. the lioness looks close to tears — this could be a serious problem ahead of the world cup.

the whistle finally blown as the referee stops the game waving over for the medics to come over, alessia is quick to rush over. panic setting in for the blonde seeing her girl down for so long without moving comfortably.

"what happened love?" alessia asked quickly as the medics began to assess you over trying to find the extent of the injury.

you shrugged, "dunno but it's my knee" dragging your hands over your face fighting back the tears which were bubbling in your eyes out of shear pain but also annoyance that either way it was an injury and that meant a setback.

"can i continue?" you asked knowing exactly what the answer was going to be, but their could have been a small chance you could have however with the pain you were in it was definitely not a good idea for you to even if she was allowed.

"i think it's gonna be best for you to be subbed and then the medical team can properly check you out" one of the medics told you as you nodded slowly, the feeling of a hand moving your loose hairs out of your face, turning to see who it was only to be met with a sad smile from your girlfriend.

"it's okay, your gonna be fine" alessia whispers as she took a place next to you holding your hand to try and comfort you and try and help take some of the pain away.

14' the stretcher is out, it's not looking good for the forward. this could be serious. the replay shows there is no contact to y/n on the right knee but she did go down holding it.

"no! no, i'll walk off!" you protested at the sight of the bright orange stretcher being brought towards you, alessia giving you a stern look as if to say 'do what the medics are telling you'

but both of you knowing that they would only ever have the players best interest at heart but alessia also knew you like the back of hand and how stubborn you were and to know if you say you are doing something then that's would be exactly what was happening.

"are you sure your able to?" the medic asked, you nodding as the team along with alessia all helped to get you to your feet.

alessia's arms wrapped around the small of your back as you clung onto the side of the blonde limping off the pitch, a medic at your other side as the stadium erupted into cheer and applause for you.

you were handed over to another member of the medical team, leaving the blonde's arms but as you began to slowly move towards the tunnel you notice your girlfriend beginning to follow you. "less, what are you doing? you need to carry on playing!" you choked out.

"that can wait.." the blonde whispered grabbing your hand in hers.

"no? you need to play less!" you let go of alessia's hand placing your hand on her cheek pulling her closer and pecking her lips quickly, "now go and score for me, my love!" you whispered as your lips lingered near the blondes, a small smile appearing on her face, alessia nodded and with a little bit of hesitation headed back out towards the pitch.

the medic team taking you slowly deeper into the stadium, as you limped towards the medical room. you finding yourself lying on the bed as they began their assessment to determine the extent of your injury.

25 minutes felt like hours to you as you watched the senior medic write down on a clip board as they compared the injured knee to your normal knee. the injured knee a lot more swelled and puffy than your normal knee.

the soft sound of the crowd above you was able to be heard as they cheered and chanted for the teams playing. wishing you were up there instead of lying hopelessly on a bed.

the only helpful thing you could do was answer the medics questions like "on a scale of one to ten, one being the worst, what is the pain right now?"

"okay, so i've ran all the assessments i'm able to do here with the equipment i have and i'm sorry to tell you but you have indeed ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament or as you may know it as your ACL" the medic told you

your chest suddenly felt heavy as you let out a breathe that you didn't even know that you were holding in. your eyes closing trying not to let the tears fall as your head hit the back of the bed you were currently lying on.

taking another deep breathe as the news settled, your mind racing that this isn't the minor injury she initially expected it to be.

"how- how long am i out for then?" you asked, those seven words not being used frequently in your footballing career.

the longest you had ever been out from football was two weeks for a concussion after going to header the ball into the back of the net but while doing so also crashing into another player at the same time and that was when you were 16.

"um your probably looking at 9-12 months, i'm afraid" the medic placed the clipboard down as you nodded slowly — this was going to be the most challenging thing you ever going to face.

"oh" was the only words you were able to find.

"as for right now the only thing i can do is bandage it just to keep the knee straight and i would also suggest that you don't put any unnecessary pressure on it, ice it to help with swelling and then when your able to see a doctor tomorrow they'll go through the next stages with you" they explained as you whispered a small 'okay'

the realisation of the injury was really beginning to set in as you watched the medic bandage the knee. your dreams of being at a world cup were slowly slipping away with each wrap of the bandage.

the medic began to run through your notes and everything they had looked at but if you were being honest it all just went in one ear and out the other.

the medic gave you some crutches, encouraging you to use them to avoid putting any weight on it before helping you to your feet and up back towards the field to enjoy the match — well what was left of it on the sidelines.

as the medic helped you back towards the pitch you found it was full time, stopping just outside the man united changing room, the team all being on their way back to the locker room to get showered.

you were met with lots of sorry looks and sympathy from both the man united girls but also the arsenal girls, lots of them being your teammates at england, as you stood back pressed to wall letting them all go past considering they were all going to be a lot faster than you were.

seeing afar alessia rushing, her eyes set on what was in front of her as she walked beside ella as she chatted the blondes ear off. the blonde about to walk straight past you as you grabbed the side of her shirt pulling alessia to the side as best as she could without loosing her balance.

"wh- oh! hi love, how bad?" alessia asked her facial features softened at the sight of her girlfriend, a guess to the answer of her question as she stared down at the crutches that were currently holding you up.

"bad."

the strikers face formed a pout as she pulled you in for a side hug, a few sniffles beginning to come from you. alessia hushing you softly, as she brushed your hair back out of your face.

"shh, it's going to be okay baby" alessia cooed as she placed gentle kisses onto your forehead. "we'll get through this together, okay" alessia pulled you closer to her rubbing her arm up and down your back.

"what was the score?" you asked as you lifted your head to rest on the blondes chest, chocking back on the tears which were flowing down your flushed cheeks.

a small smile appearing on alessia's face as she shook her head in disbelief that you'd gone off injured and what you were most worried about was what the full time score was?

"it's 2 - 0 to us" alessia whispered as a big sigh came from you as you nodded for the blonde to carry on wanting to know who had scored, "oh um keets and me scored"

"that's my girl!" you mumbled placing a small kiss to her cheek before letting go of the blonde as you steadied yourself.

“you coming?” alessia asked as she pointed towards the changing room, you have a small smile as you began to turn on the crutches, a little wobbly as you were still getting used to hoping on one leg.

"love, i'll get on my back and i’ll give you a piggy back" alessia began as she was back right by your side, you stopping dead still looking towards the blonde.

“baby, i love and appreciate you but you have two left feet i really don’t fancy having a broken arm!” you laughed a little the blonde gasping a little at your bluntness but never the less taking one of your crutches in your hand.

“i won’t drop you, i promise!” she pleaded, as you gave into her, the blonde giving you a piggy back into the changing room. as you praying to the lord above that she wouldn’t drop you.

getting into the changing room most girls were buzzing off the win, some were in the showers and others were just looking forward to go to sleep. alessia sitting you down on the bench next to both yours and her little cubby, pecking you on the lips as she hurried to get into the showers not wanting to keep you waiting for ages.

you watched on as people walked past you as you sat feeling pretty much helpless. watching on with envy as everyone else moved around the room freely while you couldn’t even move from the bench properly without being in a large amount of pain.

you couldn’t get up and join in with the silly antics of ella and mary as they danced around the room just like every win the team had, you couldn’t tie your shoe laces which had come undone and you couldn’t even bend down to pick up your bag from under the bench.

you felt useless.

“love? tesoro?” alessia said softly but there was no reply from you as you stared off into the distance, tears building up in your eyes for not the first time today.

“gorgeous? are you okay?” alessia repeated herself this time waving a hand across your face, finally getting your attention as you blinked head shaking to pull you out of your trance.

you noticed that the changing room was empty now, it was just you and less left. you looked to your girlfriend humming, you had no idea what she had said.

“are you okay?” she asked once again as you hummed nodding your head, a clear indication to the blonde that you were far from. alessia sighed moving your crutches which were slumped next to you onto the floor.

“what’s bothering that pretty mind of yours” she asked as you slumped your head against her, your cheeks feeling wet as the tears fell.

“just watchin’ everyone. i feel so useless. i can’t even pick my bag up for fuck sake!” you choked out in a whisper, maybe this was the anger that you had kept in the past hour. the reality of your injury really hitting you.

“oh baby” alessia whispered moving your face to face hers as she cupped your face, wiping your tears away with her thumb. “your the strongest person i know, you’ll get through this and you’ll come back from it better than ever” alessia reassured you, wiping another tear that rolled down your cheek before it hit your chin.

“what if i can’t?” you whispered your bottom lip wobbling. you were scared for the next few months, how different it was going to be.

“you will! and i’ll be here for you every step of the way, okay?” alessia gave you a small smile as you nodded a little.

“i love you”

“i love you too” she kissed your forehead as you rested your head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

it was going to be a long nine months.

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manutdwomen we can now confirm that y/n l/n has suffered a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament against arsenal on wednesday night.

y/n was substituted in the first half of the game at leigh sports village and underwent further assessment on thursday to determine the extent of the injury.

y/n will now begin a period of rehabilitation and is set for an extended spell on the sidelines. she will undergo surgery in due course. everyone at manchester united will be supporting y/n closely throughout the long journey ahead and we would ask that her privacy is respected at this time.

comments —

arsenalwfc we are gutted for you y/n — wishing you all the best with your recovery❤️

3h        210 likes     reply

ellatoone the baller will be back before we know it!

2h        245 likes     reply

lionesses we are with you, y/n! ❤️❤️

2h        136 likes     reply

alessiarusso she’ll be back stronger ❤️

1h        195 likes     reply

leahwilliamson wishing all the best with her recovery❤️

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[lilislegacy]

I'm not a big fan of Percabeth. But, I'm still open to see different sides of a thing. So, I would like to ask what do you see in the couple? What made you like Percabeth? Was the ship important to you when you were a child/teenager? Can you list the positive things that you may remember about Percabeth, please? If you can't, it's okay too. For the last one: What is the thing you love the most about them?

Oh my god I could go on and on about this question. I will try to keep it as short as possible. Basically, I just love how deep their relationship goes. There are so many things about them that makes them such an incredible pairing to me

1. There is so much mutual respect and support between them. They are battle partners. They respect each other's strengths and capabilities to the highest degree. Annabeth deeply values Percy's bravery and loyalty, while Percy deeply values and admires Annabeth's intelligence and strategic thinking. They support each other no matter what. No one respects Annabeth more than Percy, and no one respects Percy more than Annabeth. They trust one another explicitly. And that deep-rooted trust and respect is what separates them from so many other pairings.

2. They perfectly complement each other. Their contrasting personalities balance each other out so beautifully. Percy is impulsive and unpredictable, and Annabeth is thoughtful and strategic, which makes them an incredibly strong team. In any situation, whatever one of them lacks, the other has in abundance. Percy gets angry and worked up easily, but Annabeth can calm him down. Annabeth overthinks things and stresses herself out, but Percy can simplify things and bring her back down to earth. They keep each other level on a deep mental/emotional level. And the biggest one, in my opinion: Annabeth’s biggest fear is being betrayed and abandoned, and Percy’s defining trait is unwavering loyalty. They are like two different puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

3. They’ve been through so much togeher. The two of them share a history that no one else could possibly understand. They have learned and grown so much together. They started going on dangerous quests together when they were little baby 12 year olds, and have been fighting by each other’s side ever since. From going on quests, to being part of a prophecy, to dealing with the complexities of their identities as demigods, the challenges they’ve faced have impacted them both tremendously. And no one else would understand exactly why they’re the way they are. And you know, there’s the fact that they literally walked through hell together. Their experiences deepen their connection and understanding of each other more than words can describe. No one else could possibly understand them like they understand each other.

4. The chemistry is off the charts. The heat and attraction between them is abundantly clear, which adds a layer of realism and excitement to their relationship. In PJO it’s mainly tension - that’s clear in their banter and arguments and angsty thoughts - but when they’re older and together, it’s shown more through attraction and physical affection. Let me give some examples. When Annabeth touched his back in TLO, Percy says he feels as if jolts of electrify course through his body. In the demigod diaries, Percy mentions how beautiful she looks while in combat. There’s also a scene where he can’t focus because he’s literally staring at how her camp beads lay against her throat. Annabeth is constantly wanting to hug him and be in his arms. When she sees him in MoA, she literally has to restrain herself from continuously kissing him. And when they are about to fall into tartarus, to either death or torture, her dominating thought is how handsome he looks. Throughout all of HoO, they are super touchy and affectionate with each other, always touching and cuddling and kissing one another whenever they can. And of course, I have to mention the time that they literally made out in front of Piper in BoO, and Annabeth makes “grunt-whimper” sounds. I just love how down bad for each other they are. No one who can read can deny it. There is so much heat and attraction and affection between them.

5. Their loyalty to each other is unwavering. They consistently prioritize each other's well-being over anything and anyone else. They always have each other’s backs, both in battle and verbal interactions. They quite literally go across the country/world to find each other when they each get kidnapped. No distance, no person, nothing will stop them from finding each other and protecting each other.

6. They are equals. Given they are both legendary greek heroes who will go down in olympian history, it’s hard to find someone who compares. But they are both so equally extraordinary. Sure, they have different strengths, but neither is better than the other. They are both incredibly brave. They are both super witty. They both would do anything for their friends. They are both leaders. They just GET each other. They are on another level - and it’s the exact same level.

There’s more too. I could go on and on and on. (And on.) There is so much I didn’t say. But all of those elements combined is why I love them. They were made to love one another. They choose to love each other, every single moment of every day.

And my favorite thing? Probably that above all, they are best friends. There are all the things I mentioned above, but at the foundation of their relationship is an unwavering friendship. They just love being together. They love joking around together and hanging out, but also holding each other when times are rough. They take care of each other. I love that they are BFFs. Two besties who also happen to be soulmates, together against the world.

Ugh I just love them. I need to stop talking

[eddiediazbuck]

I love your Eddie fics 💕

Could you write an Eddie x reader who works at the 118 and she likes Eddie but dosent think he likes her back because she is a tomboy. And they fall for each other with a bit of angst but a happy ending?

Sorry if that’s too much

TOMBOY - EDDIE DIAZ

You’ve always been one of the guys at Station 118. It's where you fit in, where you’re comfortable. As a firefighter and paramedic, you’ve made a name for yourself with your skill, determination, and ability to keep up with the best of them. You were tough, unyielding, and yes, a bit of a tomboy. But there was one person at the station who made your heart race every time he was near: Eddie Diaz.

Eddie was everything you admired in a person—brave, kind, and incredibly handsome. But you were convinced he would never see you as more than just another member of the team. After all, you weren’t the type of girl guys like Eddie went for. You didn't wear makeup or dresses, and you preferred a good workout session over a shopping spree.

Today was just another day at the station, and you were in the middle of a tough training drill. Eddie was there too, of course, leading the exercise with his usual focus and intensity. As the drill came to an end, you found yourself paired with him for the cooldown.

“Nice work today,” Eddie said, giving you a nod of approval. “You really pushed through.”

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep your cool despite the flutter in your chest. “You too.”

As you both stretched out, Eddie glanced over at you, his eyes thoughtful. “You know, I’ve always admired how strong you are. Not just physically, but mentally too. You never give up.”

You laughed softly, shrugging off the compliment. “It’s part of the job. Gotta keep up with you guys, right?”

Eddie’s expression turned serious. “It’s more than that, Y/N. You’re incredible at what you do. Sometimes, I don’t think you realize just how amazing you are.”

His words caught you off guard, and you quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Thanks, Eddie. That means a lot coming from you.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur, but Eddie’s words stuck with you. Could he really see you as something more than just one of the guys? You pushed the thought aside, focusing on your duties. It was safer that way.

--- --- ---

A few days later, you found yourself on a particularly harrowing call. A building had collapsed, trapping several people inside. The entire team was on edge as you worked tirelessly to rescue the victims.

Eddie was right by your side, his presence a steadying force. As you crawled through the rubble to reach a young girl trapped under a beam, you felt a sharp pain in your leg. You gritted your teeth and kept going, knowing there was no time to waste.

Finally, you and Eddie managed to free the girl and carry her to safety. But as soon as you set her down, your leg gave out, and you collapsed.

“Y/N!” Eddie was at your side in an instant, his face etched with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though the pain was evident in your voice. “Just a scratch.”

Eddie shook his head, not buying it for a second. “Let me see.”

Reluctantly, you allowed him to examine your leg, which was bleeding heavily from a deep gash. Eddie’s jaw tightened as he applied pressure to the wound. “You’re not fine. We need to get you to the hospital.”

Despite your protests, Eddie refused to leave your side. He rode with you in the ambulance, holding your hand the entire way. It was the first time you had seen him so visibly worried, and it both warmed and broke your heart.

At the hospital, you were patched up and given orders to rest. Eddie stayed with you, refusing to leave until he was sure you were okay.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just one of the guys, right?”

Eddie’s eyes softened as he took your hand in his. “You’re not just one of the guys, Y/N. You’re special. And I’ve been too afraid to tell you how I feel because I didn’t want to risk ruining what we have. But seeing you hurt today made me realize I can’t keep pretending.”

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and warmth there. “Eddie…”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. “I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Tomboy, warrior, whatever you want to call yourself. I love you for who you are.”

Tears filled your eyes as you pulled him close, your heart finally feeling at peace. “I’ve fallen for you too, Eddie. I was just too scared to believe it could happen.”

He smiled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Well, believe it. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

From that moment on, things changed between you and Eddie. The team noticed, of course, but they were nothing but supportive. And as you continued to work side by side, you knew that you had found something truly special—a love that saw beyond appearances and cherished the person within.

--- --- ---

Back at the station, the team’s dynamic began to shift subtly. Bobby, Buck, Chimney, and Hen had all noticed the change in your relationship with Eddie. During a quiet moment in the kitchen, Hen nudged you with a knowing smile.

“So, you and Eddie, huh?”

You tried to play it cool, focusing on stirring your coffee. “What about me and Eddie?”

Hen laughed softly. “Oh, come on. It’s obvious. The way you two look at each other now. It’s sweet. I’m happy for you.”

You felt your face flush, but couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Hen. It’s still kind of new, but it feels right.”

Hen’s smile widened. “That’s all that matters. You two deserve to be happy.”

Despite the initial awkwardness of everyone adjusting to your new relationship, things fell into a comfortable rhythm. Eddie’s support and presence became a constant source of strength for you. And in turn, you found yourself being there for him in ways you hadn’t realized he needed.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift, Eddie invited you over for dinner. It was a rare night off for both of you, and you gladly accepted. As you entered his cozy apartment, the smell of something delicious cooking filled the air.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted you with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. “I hope you’re hungry. I made your favorite.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell with affection. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, Eddie.”

He chuckled, leading you to the dining table. “It’s no trouble at all. I wanted to do something special for you.”

As you sat down to eat, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourselves talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was moments like these that made you realize just how deeply you had fallen for Eddie.

After dinner, you both settled on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. The comfort and warmth of his embrace made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie’s voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Of course,” you replied, looking up at him.

“Do you ever feel like…you have to prove yourself? Like, because you’re a tomboy, people expect you to be tougher or stronger than you actually feel?”

You thought for a moment before answering. “All the time. I’ve always felt like I had to be one of the guys to be taken seriously. But it’s exhausting, trying to fit into a mold that doesn’t really fit me.”

Eddie nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I get that. And I hate that you feel that way. Because you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, Y/N. You’re amazing just the way you are.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. “Thank you, Eddie. That means more to me than you know.”

He gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I mean it. I love you for who you are. And I want you to know that you can always be yourself with me. No pretending, no proving. Just you.”

Tears filled your eyes as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. In that moment, you felt a sense of peace and acceptance that you had longed for your entire life.

As the weeks turned into months, your relationship with Eddie continued to grow stronger. You faced challenges together, both on and off the job, and your bond only deepened. The rest of the team became your biggest supporters, cheering you on and offering advice when needed.

--- --- ---

One day, while on a particularly intense call, you found yourself trapped in a burning building. The flames were closing in, and panic threatened to take over. But then you heard Eddie’s voice over the radio, calm and steady.

“Hang in there, Y/N. I’m coming to get you.”

His words gave you the strength to hold on, and within minutes, Eddie was by your side, guiding you to safety. As you stumbled out of the building, coughing and covered in soot, Eddie pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. “I am now. Thank you, Eddie.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. “I’ll always come for you, Y/N. Always.”

In that moment, you knew without a doubt that Eddie was the one for you. He was your partner, your confidant, and the love of your life. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them together.

The seasons changed, and with them, your relationship continued to blossom. Eddie introduced you to his son, Christopher, and you quickly formed a bond with the bright, kind-hearted boy. The three of you spent weekends together, going on adventures and creating memories that you would cherish forever.

One evening, as you sat on the porch of Eddie’s house, watching the sunset with Christopher playing nearby, Eddie took your hand in his.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice filled with emotion. “I never thought I could feel this happy again. You’ve brought so much light into my life, and I can’t imagine my future without you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “I feel the same way, Eddie. You’ve shown me what it means to be loved for who I am. And I’m so grateful for you and Christopher.”

Eddie smiled, his eyes shining with love. “I want us to be a family, Y/N. Will you be a part of our family?”

Your heart soared as you nodded, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, Eddie. Yes, I will.”

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, and you felt an overwhelming sense of joy and completeness. You had found your place, your home, with Eddie and Christopher.

As you looked out at the sunset, wrapped in Eddie’s arms, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you would face them together. Because love, true love, sees beyond appearances and cherishes the person within. And with Eddie by your side, you had found a love that was unbreakable.

And that made all the difference.

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Hey thanks for accepting this ask. So what I wanted to ask is how the amazing digital circus crew would react to a reader who's a strong hero...that's incredibly optimistic, dense and Guilable thinking that the world acts like a cartoon/comic sometimes

TADC cast x comic hero type reader!

meant to start knocking out these last two requests earlier this morning but i had to clean up the house a bit; but im finally getting onto it! reminder that requests are currently closed and any requests sent in will not be answered and will be deleted to keep the inbox clean; so please keep your requests until i announce theyre open again! plan on taking a day or two off to rest my brain n back as well as catching up on art and my own personal fic. the requests being answered currently were sent in prior to requests closing with that said, i hope you enjoy this anon!!

CAINE:

honestly i think caine would be the same way, not exactly but i think he would some of the cluelessness in terms of how the real world works... except its mostly with the non digital real world; call it inexperience or something! lets you play hero during the IHA.. honestly you kind of fit right in with your personality, with tropes and being a stereotypical comic book hero, if not a little naïve. pretends he doesnt recognize you when you walk around in your "citizens disguise"

likes coming up with villain npcs for you to fight during adventures

POMNI:

initial confusion when she sees you just walking around with a tie plastered to your chest, asks you what its for as well as dropping your name. even more shocked that youre shocked that she knows who you are. kind of just accepts this is a thing you do and doesnt question it, especially as she settles into the digital world.. at least youre handy during IHA.. i think during my little break i might try to figure out how i wish to right pomni because i really do wish i made her stuff more... interesting

RAGATHA:

honestly i think she would make you stuff to add to your disguise. doesnt want to shatter the illusion for you so she just tries to casually give you stuff out of the kindness of her heart... which isnt... totally wrong.. honestly i dont think she would try to change you or bring up the bad disguise thing so long as its not somehow putting you in danger. in fact i think she finds your whole hero personality endearing, you guys are both optimistic and its nice to be around someone who isnt just. losing their marbles or being a dick.. plus, you arent technically wrong to view the digital world as a cartoon, i mean, look at it and look at the physics of the world and all

JAX:

oh he is going to be a menace, probably makes a joke villain persona to mess with you only for you to immediately gun for him and deal with his "evil antics",, i mean hey as long as jax doesnt put his silly little villain mask back on you wouldnt suspect a thing... maybe... i think he would roll his eyes at some of the things you say, since youre way more optimistic and out there than ragatha... probably uses your gullible..ness... as a means to trick you

KINGER:

honestly the "as a royal myself" line he dropped in the pilot makes me think that at some level he believes himself to be a real king; or maybe he was just REALLY playing into his whole theming and he knows hes just some dude but was trying to appeal to the gloink queen... what im trying to say is that i think there might actually be a solid chance he fully leans into your hero thing, and perhaps even falls for your disguise (if him constantly forgetting gangle is standing right next to him says anything about his observation skills and/or mental state)

ZOOBLE:

similar to jax but also not. finds your optimism a little too much sometimes; especially if youre very outwardly social and friendly so its not like you swoop in to do your hero duties but you also stop to talk to the 'civilians' of the circus.. though unlike jax they wouldnt try to trick you, nor do i think they would exactly be mean to you. a little irritable by your energy and attitude, maybe, but i think zooble gets irritated by almost everyone in the circus.. reluctantly plays along with your disguise

GANGLE:

i think she would be into it, probably draws you in your non-disguise outfit. you get fanart, yay! probably similar to pomni in the whole, just accepts how you are both as a person and with your antics, but i think she just accepts everything everyone else does! not much to say, shes a fan of it and if you stand up for her when jax is mean thats just an added bonus for her

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Jotunheim

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Asgard 2011

Thor's coronation had, by all accounts, been a disaster. The day had started fine, the palace was buzzing with excitement as Asgard prepared for a new monarch. Of course, nothing ever went as planned and the triumphant day was interrupted by Jotuns, Frost Giants, breaking into Odin's weapons vault. The Destroyer Odin kept had stopped them but from what Astri heard from servants gossiping, they had been trying to steal back the casket that Odin had taken from them over a thousand years ago.

Now, Astri could hear Thor's angered shouts through the castle as she sat in her room. Her slightly too-tight dress was pinching at her hips. She had spent a lot of the past two weeks with Loki who was still unhappy with the AllFathers decision. Of course, she couldn't listen to Loki's complaints without something to eat and had gained some weight since Thor had been named heir. Loki had told her it wasn't even noticeable this morning when she had confided in him. 

Maybe he was right but her clothing was starting to say otherwise. The book in her lap was beginning to bore her, she rose and placed it neatly on her shelf. Her eyes scanned the many bookcases she had in an attempt to find something more interesting. Perhaps Loki would want to visit the castle's well-stocked library with her or maybe he was off trying to calm down Thor, a task Astri had never been good at. 

Astri closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She and Loki had been trying to mentally link themselves together for short periods, a technique Frigga had told them about but was never able to master herself. It proved to be incredibly hard for both of them and Astri understood why Frigga had given up on learning. Not only was it mentally draining, it physically exhausted her as well if she pushed too hard. Not to mention, there was no way to even get into Loki's mind if he did that thing he did where he closed his brain off to her. According to Frigga as long as the other's mind was open, and they were both strong enough to receive the bond they'd be able to briefly link their minds together. The idea was so that they'd be able to communicate and see each other's surroundings. 

She could feel his presence as she concentrated harder. Thor's voice was muffled as the link slowly established. The fuzzy image of the castle's hallways formed as she tried to see Loki as well. A harsh bang on her door pulled her out of whatever progress she had been able to make. She groaned in annoyance as she pulled her chamber's door open to be met with of all individuals, Loki. 

   "Good try with the mental link, Astri." He said when she met his eyes 

   "Oh please, like you could have done any better." She scoffed crossing her arms

   "I couldn't have. Why do you think I said good try?" He smiled reaching out to gently tug at her long hair 

   "Stop it." She said batting his hand away 

   "Get ready, we're going to Jotunheim, " Loki said 

   "Excuse me?" Astri balked, her eyes going wide 

This had to be the most reckless, crazy thing Thor had ever dragged Astri and the others into. Sure, there was that time he had tried pranking  Heimdall with her and Loki's help but that was an entirely different game. Speaking of said man, Heimdall stood at the entrance of the Bifrost ready to most likely send them all back home. 

   "Leave this to me," Loki said as they dismounted from their horses

   "Oh this'll be good," Astri mumbled as Loki confidently sauntered up to the Bifrost keeper. 

   "You're not dressed warm enough," Heimdall said 

That was not what Astri had expected to come out of his mouth. Apprently neither did Loki since he seemed rather surprised as well.

   "Do you think you can deceive me?" Heimdall asked Loki 

   "You must be mistaken..." Loki smiled 

   "Enough!"Thor's harsh tone shut his brother up and wiped the smile from Astri's previously amused face.  "Heimdall may we pass?" 

   "An enemy has never slipped past my watch until this day. I want to know how it happened." Heimdall said 

There was no way in all the realms this was happening. Was it too late to return to her room and books? 

   "Tell no one where we have gone until we've returned," Thor ordered before walking past him and Loki. 

   "Whats the matter? Silver tongue turned to lead?" Volstagg smiled nudging Loki as he passed.

The Bifrost roared to life as Heimdall placed his sword into its holder. 

"If your return threatens the safety of Asgard, the Bifrost will remain closed. You'll be left to die in Jotunheim." He warned 

Astri tugged at the soft cloak she had dawned before walking out of her chambers with Loki. The Bifrost glowed a dazzling brightness before she was swept into it. 

Jotunheim

When they had stepped out of the Bifrost's glow, Astri was shocked at how truly barren the land was. Heimdall had been right about their clothes. The wind was harsh and it stung at her face when snow hit her. Snow crunched under her boots as she followed Thor. They passed under huge rocks or maybe they were buildings that dripped in ice and snow. 

   "Stay alert and close to me," Loki whispered, his voice barely cut through the wind despite him being directly next to her. 

What Astri presumed was King Laufey's castle was fully in their view before she knew it. It was smaller than Asgard's but it was monstrous. Before they could take another step, a bone-chilling voice overtook the harsh winds and snow. 

   "You've come a long way to die." the voice said 

   "I am Thor Odinson," Thor said

   "We know who you are," it said 

   "How did you get into Asgard?" Thor questioned 

   "The house of Odin is full of traitors." 

   "Do not dishonor my father's name," Thor yelled 

   Suddenly, the horrible voice had a face as Frost Giant, most likely King Laufey, rose from an opening in the castle. More followed, almost appearing out of thin air. Astri's hand immediately dropped to her sword, ready to pull it from its hilt.

   "Your father is a murderer and a thief." Laufey said "And have you come here to make peace? You long for conflict. Crave it. You're nothing but a boy trying to prove himself a man." 

More Frost Giants emerged, this time flanking them. So much for getting in and out. 

   "This boy has grown tired of your mockery," Thor said. 

   "Stay on guard," Loki warned her quietly before approaching an angry Thor "Stop and think, we're outnumbered." 

   "Go, while I still allow it," Laufey said 

Thank you, Laufey. At least Astri wouldn't be going to Valhalla today. 

   "We will accept your generous offer," Loki said with a slight bow 

Astri's eyes widened as a large Frost Giant stood in front of Thor. Loki motioned for her to turn and she did but not before hearing the Frost Giant's words, 

   "Run home little Princess." 

   "Damn." 

Loki's voice was the last thing she heard before Thor smacked the giant with Mjolnir, sending him flying backward. All bets were off as the Frost Giants quickly swarmed them. With her sword drawn, Astri quickly blocked a large hand encased in ice that came crashing towards her. She spun around, kicking at its large legs to bring it closer to her height. Her sword found a home in its stomach and she kicked it away. Another Frost Giant came running towards her, his ice sword at the ready. She met him blow for blow and her heart pounded in her ears when she sliced at his neck, bringing him down. 

   "At least make it a challenge for me!" 

She turned to see Thor and Loki right beside him. She could hear Loki's words about staying close in her head as she took a few steps towards him. She was met with a blur of blue and ice as a Frost Giant jumped to the ground from who knows where. Another two joined him and cut Astri off from Loki. 

   "This one is rather small even for a female." One said 

   "Easier to kill." Another snarled 

The third just laughed before swinging at her. Astri's sword went flying from her hands as she felt his ice make an impact with her armor. She was back on her feet before she could even blink. Another blow, this time from behind and she swore her back popped with this hit. She reached for her knife as she pulled herself up. 

   "A small weapon for an even smaller girl." One of the giant's words fueled her anger as she stood. 

No more waiting for their blows. Astri made the first move and ran at the one who spoke. She ran and lept off one of the ice chunks that the giants had manifested. Her knife made a sickening sound when it made contact with the Frost Giant's face. His glazed-over eyes told Astri that he was indeed dead as she tried pulling her knife out. One down two to go...if she could just get this damn knife out. Ok, it wasn't going to budge. Astri turned her gaze to the other two she had yet to kill and saw them running towards her. Looks like they didn't take kindly to her killing their friend. Screw the knife and screw her missing sword. It wouldn't take much to blow these fools away. She could practically smell the fear on one of them when her magic went flying them. She quickly lifted them into the air, ready for her next move. A loud angry cry hit her ears and she turned to see another Frost Giant coming towards them. It was rather comical the way they all fell when she sent the two she had flying at the third. She watched as they hit each other and then fell off the cliff behind them. 

   "Astri! Let's go!" Sif yelled 

Astri's eyes widened when she saw Volstagg and Hogun were holding a bloodied Fandral. 

Loki rarely felt truly fearful. Sure, there was the time he had cut a chunk of Sif's hair out and then that other time when his mother got so angry with him about something he did to Thor that she ran out of words to yell at him. But, all of those fears didn't amount to what he was feeling when he saw Astri surrounded by three Frost Giants. He was desperately trying to work his way across the battlefield to where she was but the enemy seemed to be never ending. The moment he cut one down, another sprung up like they were in some endless queue. 

   "Don't let them touch you!" Volstagg had warned 

The warning seemed to slip past his mind as he killed another Frost Giant. Astri's safety was still on his mind when the large blue hand met his sleeve. The cloth and metal fell away and a sudden coldness took Loki's entire arm. His eyes widened when his skin began turning blue instead of blistering like he expected. The Frost Giant in front of him gave him an almost knowing look before Loki killed him. His hands shook as his skin turned back to normal. What kind of cruel joke was this? A loud yelp from about fifty feet to his right broke his trance, he watched as a Frost Giant smacked Astri hard enough to send her flying. His feet quickly began moving towards her. His daggers found homes in the throats of each Frost Giant who dared get in his way. Fandral's loud cry stopped his warpath. He had been impaled by a long spike of ice. Loki looked over at Astri whose hands were now glowing their blue hue, ready to end the Frost Giants who had cornered her. She'd be fine without him for one more moment. He quickly killed the giant who had been ready to kill Fandral and then turned to Thor who seemed to be having fun. 

   "We must go!" He yelled at his brother 

   "Then go!" Thor yelled back 

The ground rumbled as ice fell from what Loki had thought was a giant statue. A horrible-looking monster sprung to life as he ran after Sif, Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. A loud crack was heard behind them as Thor brought lightning down on the Frost Giants that were surrounding him rapidly. In the flickers of his brother's power, Loki saw Astri's sword lodged in a chunk of ice. He reached for it as he ran past and pulled it out rather easily. 

   "Astri! Let's go!" Sif yelled to the girl who was watching three giants fall to their deaths. 

Astri couldn't believe what she was seeing. Not only was Fandral draped over Volstagg but a huge monster was hot on the friend's heels. She quickly began running as fast as she could beside Sif. The monster's heavy footfalls and sharp claws began breaking apart the ground they were running on. Suddenly, Fandral let out a victorious-sounding cry and Astri looked back to see the monster falling into one of the cracks its heavy weight had caused. They never slowed and ran on until they reached the cliff they had arrived on. The ground rumbled once more and to her horror, the monster had somehow managed to beat them to the edge of the cliff. This is not how she wanted to get sent to Valhalla. There was no way to turn around. Frost Giants were rapidly approaching as she looked at Loki who looked fearful for once. She reached for his hand and grabbed it. His skin was like ice and his eyes seemed desperate. 

   "Let's enchant it!" Astri yelled over the monster's growling, there was little chance of her plan succeeding since neither she nor Loki could enchant anything but they could try. 

Before Loki had a chance to say anything, Mjolnir flew over their heads with Thor in tow and right through the monster. Thank you Odin for that magical hammer. The loud thuds of footsteps reminded them that they weren't alone. Behind them what seemed like every Frost Giant on the planet had gathered to kill them where they stood. 

   "Here," Loki said presenting Astri's sword to her.

   "Thank you," Astri said taking it and dropping Loki's hand.

So this was it. Astri could feel her palms sweat as the first Frost Giants made their move. She did originally have plans of living much longer but things were now looking rather bleak. Shimmering light from up above stopped her dark thoughts as suddenly the AllFather was in front of them, mounted on his horse. 

   "Father! We'll finish them together!" Thor smiled 

   "Silence." 

Odin's tone sent a shiver down Astri's spine as her king talked to Laufey. Astri couldn't quite hear what they had said but before she knew it a burst of light came from Odin and Laufey was sent flying back and away from them. The BiFrost opened once more and before she knew it, she was standing back on Asgard, Heimdall staring at them. 

   "Why did you bring us back?" Thor angrily asked 

   "Do you know what you've started?" Odin asked 

Oh boy, this was not going to be a fun conversation. Astri looked at Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun who were leading Fandral away and to their healers. Astri immediately made motion to follow them, she had no desire to listen to another terrifying AllFather talk. 

   "Stay," Odin commanded, a harsh slam of Gungnir on the ground was all it took for her to freeze and scurry back to her spot next to Loki. 

   "I was protecting our home," Thor argued "You stand here giving speeches while Asgard falls. Our enemies laugh at us while you do nothing." 

   "You are a vain, greedy, and cruel boy!" Odin yelled back

   "You're an old man and a fool!" Thor countered 

Astri kept her gaze glued on the floor. She had always hated when others argued a fought in front of her. Frigga once said that it was her subconscious reminding her of her past. What part of her past? Astri wasn't sure yet. 

   "Yes." 

Odin's suddenly soft tone had Astri's head snapping back up to look at the scene in front of her. Loki stood by her side, rather close while Odin and Thor argued. 

   "I was a fool to think you were ready," Odin said looking down 

   "Father..." 

Odin shut Loki up with a loud shout and a point. 

   "Thor Odinson," Odin said "You have disobeyed the command of your king. Through your arrogance, you have opened the peaceful realms to war." 

The Bifrost roared to life as Odin placed Gungnir into it. Astri looked at Loki worriedly. He avoided her gaze and kept his eyes on his father and brother. 

   "You are unworthy of these realms, your title, you're unworthy!" Odin yelled, ripping Thor's armor and his cape. "You're unworthy of your loved ones." 

Astri's eyes widened, suddenly she had cause to be worried about Thor, the little blonde boy she had grown up with who was pretty much untouchable when it came to being in harm's way. Now, she was watching as he stripped of everything even his family. Of course, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. 

  "I now take from you your power." Odin said as Thor's armor vanished from his body "I, Odin, Allfather cast you out."

Astri gasped and grabbed onto Loki as Thor was sent huddling back into the Bifrost which glowed as it took him who knows where. 

   "Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." 

And so we've begun the first Thor movie. I was talking to a friend about this book recently and they said that Astri reacting the way she did to Thor's banishment didn't make sense since this is a Loki fic. I beg to differ. Astri was raised with both brothers yes she gets along best with Loki but she cares for Thor as one would care for family. Thor is a big brother to her in the same sense that he is Loki's. 

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Domme Natasha Romanov x Sub Reader

summary: Natasha’s missions as an Hero always take her away from you for a long time. After a long mission, she comes home being incredibly nervous and on edge, and end up taking out her stress on you. That behavior ends as soon as your safe word is used, making her understand she was dealing with her pain in the wrong way. You are there to support her during her breakdown.

warnings: sub/domme dynamic, safe wording, kinda of unhealthy scene at first, anxiety attack, panic/anxiety comfort, aftercare, love and fluff. Maybe don’t read if you are little. (This is not even a scene, it’s just everything happening quickly)

words count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: the situation written below isn’t healthy, but it will be dealt with care and love by the ones involved. You’ll see the character experience an high stress level, and wrongly taking it out on the one person she loves. Everyone can experience a burnout, but don’t confuse it with mental and physical abuse. If you think you are being abused in your dynamic, please, contact the authorities or leave immediately.

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During the scene there was a strange atmosphere, it was not like the other times. When Natasha came back from a mission, she usually gave herself time to change in comfortable clothes, eat and get back in shape before relieving her stress on you, but this time everything went differently. It was sudden, too sudden.

The mission itself was tremendous. You watched from home all the Avengers' moves, asking for news every two minutes, and you soon realized it wouldn’t be easy to forget, for all of them, but mostly for Natasha.

Clint had informed you of her condition: she was physically debilitated, mentally broken, and definitely more on edge than usual. The mission had triggered many memories now lost in oblivion, bringing her anxiety and pain. You were looking forward to seeing her again, you wanted to help as best as you could, but this time you both crossed the line.

When she opened the door, she was welcomed by the lovely and calm environment of your perfectly cleaned apartment. You were patiently waiting for her, your outfit cozy; the bathroom was ready for her and you neatly washed and folded her clothes, it was your love language.

She limped to the center of the apartment, closing the door behind her and not greeting you, not even with a lift of her chin. You didn’t want to invade her space, so you just stood up and walked up to her.

You looked at her, she was not the same person from when she left: her clothes were ruined, covered in dust and dirt, her hair was messy, she had blood on her lower lips and her eyes were swollen and… sad. The only thing shining was her favorite necklace, a silver arrow, a symbol of her friendship

with Clint.

Her hand rested on the kitchen island, a nervous sigh escaping her lips as she wiped her chin with her leather jacket. You already made some food and displayed it along with some beverages on the counter, but she looked hungry for another thing, you recognized that hunger.

It wasn’t a good idea, but you haven’t seen each other for a long time, and you couldn’t deny you were looking forward to touching her body and feeling her close again. You just didn’t expect her to be so eager.

Deep, strong and green eyes barely met yours before your lips and body were crashing. You felt the dryness of her skin against yours, trying your best to deepen the kiss as she lifted you and lead you to the bedroom. You stumbled against the furniture and the door frame, until a loud groan escaped her throat. “For god’s sake, fuck this door”

She pushed you against the wooden door, your back collided violently with it, a sharp pain hitting your body. You hissed when you felt the contrast with the soft and fresh mattress, your lungs finally having access to air again. “Natasha…”

“Shut up” she quickly hushed you, her hand covering your mouth. “That damn mission was a nightmare, I spent days without sleeping or eating, no one was helping each other, I’m fed up with being the only one who truly fucking cares about keeping the Avengers together.”

She was angry, furious even. Her hands were already squeezing your breasts, as her lips made their way to your collarbones, leaving her blood on your soft skin. “You smell so good, I want to mark you”. And with that, she did. You felt her teeth digging in your skin, and soon you found yourself moaning to the pleasurable pain.

It was pleasure, but not healthy.

“And I’m not Natasha, you should know the rules by now” she reinforced with grabbing your chin forcefully. She ripped your shirt open, giving you no time to realize what was happening. “Your nipples drive me crazy” she whispered against the soft flesh.

You melted underneath her hot breathing for a minute, until you felt the sharp pain of her teeth closing around your hard bundles. You gritted your teeth, grunting and holding her head between your hands. “Fuck” you yelled.

You tried to push her away, to disconnect her from the powerful hold she had on you, but you realized it was almost impossible. She was lost in her head, too lost to continue the scene while keeping it safe and healthy.

She started undoing the buttons of your pants, roughly pushing a hand through the fabric, sliding her fingers in between your folds.

You both agreed with each other on what you liked and disliked during your scenes: roughness was accepted, slaps and grabbing too, marks and bites were your biggest kinks, but right now they weren’t making you happy.

“Nat, stop” You mumbled when she pulled her body into yours even more. Your request was barely audible, but brought her attention back to your face, not with the result you were expecting tho. She grabbed your face between her fingers, her lips close to yours.

“You think I had fun with all those men? Uh? You think it was pleasurable to be surrounded by people who don’t understand you or your needs? I had the most horrible month of my life, I had to walk through my past all by myself, it wasn’t fun, trust me” she angrily whispered one centimeter away from your face.

That wasn’t the Natasha you knew, she wasn’t the same person who massaged your shoulders every night and handled you with care at all times. That was the ruthless black widow, who had to complete her goal and end the day as soon as possible.

That wasn’t the Natasha you knew, she wasn’t the same person who massaged your shoulders every night and handled you with care at all times. That was the ruthless black widow, who had to complete her goal and end the day as soon as possible.

Your eyes were filled with tears at the sight of that person you didn’t even recognize. "Why are you taking out your pain on me like this? I waited a whole month to have you back, and all you are giving me is a reason not to trust you anymore" you whispered, looking away. “Budapest”

Your safe word was loud and clear, echoing in the silent room. It was the first time you ever used it. The only thing that filled the silence were your small sobs and her loud breathing, a great contrast to the prior events.

The panic in her was obvious, her eyes going from yours to the marks she just left on your body. Her eyes were shiny, tiny droplets of sweat adorned her forehead, and her lips were red as fire. That word seemed to have snapped her out of the “widow” headspace, your Natasha was back.

A soft hand caressed your right cheek, a lonely tear escaping her eyes. “What did I do?” She whispered painfully. “W-What- I’m so sorry, I”. Her breathing was becoming faster, and her hands were trembling against you.

“Baby?” You softly called her, trying to get her to focus on you. “It’s okay, we are both okay, we are just tired”. When you tried to get her closer tho, she stood up, leaning to the nearest wall, and collapsed on the cold wooden floor.

“You shouldn’t trust me, I’m dangerous” she cried.

You took a deep breath, sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking the best way to approach her. You slowly sat on the floor, taking small steps towards the wall she was leaning on. “You aren’t dangerous, baby, you aren’t dangerous at all. They trained you to be dangerous, but here” you pointed your fingers to her heart. “Here, you are good, soft and caring. You kept your heart pure, Natasha”

Loud sobs filled the room, her stress being finally dealt with in the healthiest way. You gave her her space to cry, to feel and to take in everything that happened, it was a lot even for the strongest hero and avenger in the entire universe.

“I’m not going anywhere” you reassured her.

She slowly crawled into your caring arms, feeling your heartbeat and following the movements of your chest. Her face was wet, her eyes were swollen and her body was trembling, but you didn’t care.

Your Natasha was home, with you. “You’ll be staying here with me for a long time, I won’t be sending you to fight enemies like this. You need to take care of yourself, and I’ll help you with it. You are not alone, Nat”

You nuzzled in her hair, taking her under your protective wing while she was showing herself vulnerable. You knew that neglecting her true needs was what she was used to, but things were going to change. Sometimes we need to fight the enemies we have inside before fighting the ones that are waiting for us on the outside.

“You are safe with me, I’ll take care of you.”

[crazylittlejester]

since it’s almost Hyrule Warriors anniversary…do you have any lttc warriors facts you’d like to share 🤲 also I’m going to draw him as part of my drawing links from different links meets thing I do for each game’s anniversary. It will happen I promise you so uh. idk if you have additional facial descriptors for him that you left in the other posts 🤲 but I’m pretty sure I can draw him accurately enough with the information already provided 👍 anyways, hope you have a good rest of your day!

OH BOY A CHANCE TO YAP ABOUT MY BLORBO!!!!!!

- Zelda keeps trying to promote him and he keeps refusing and she’s so frustrated by it, but he refuses to accept a promotion for something he doesn’t believe he accomplished

- He genuinely thinks he’s so sneaky with the lifts he has in his boots, he’s genuinely convinced no one knows

- Proxi can acknowledge how much he’s grown, but she still sees him as her wet cat son who just desperately needed someone to look out for him. She’s very proud of him, but she still thinks he’s ridiculous

- It took him a hot minute to become fluent enough in ‘hyrulian common’ (english) to be able to understand fast conversations with slang in them and to be able to speak back and converse with other soldiers at that level because it’s not his first language (this is why he sometimes stares at people with an incredibly blank expression during the war, he doesn’t always understand what they’re saying). Proxi continued to speak on his behalf until he’d perfected a castle town accent as well because he didn’t want anyone knowing he didn’t grow up within Hyrule kingdom

-Regularly abuses the fact that the general public has a certain image of him in their minds, and when he does not meet that image he can literally walk around wherever the hell he wants without being recognized and it’s so good for his mental health. He’s still paranoid and worried, but people just don’t recognize him because they hear all the tales of a strong, confident young man and Warriors is actually fairly quiet and comes off as a bit shy, plus people just aren’t expecting the hero to randomly be walking around on his own. Without the make up, fancy clothes, and boots and all that, he can just walk around markets like a normal person, and without the green tunic, Mask can too. So he’d pretty regularly just take Mask around towns to buy sweet treats and they both got to experience what it might’ve been like for an eighteen year old to shop with his little brother

- During the war, he and Ravio got quite close. They’re a dangerous combination and make each other worse

- He and his Zelda are incredibly close, they’re extremely good friends and they like to get together every so often and just YAP

also for any additional descriptors: LTTC Wars looks pretty much exactly like how I headcanon LU Wars. He was deadass created from You’re A Part Of Me Wars when I one day sat back and went “oh my god at this point I’ve just made my own guy-” the main difference between LTTC Wars and You’re A Part Of Me Wars is that LTTC Wars grew up outside of Hyrule Kingdom surrounded by a different culture and he struggled a lot more with a language barrier when he went to Castle Town (while my version of LU Wars grew up IN Hyrule Kingdom and had to struggle with learning his mom’s side of the family’s culture while being unable to fully interact with it), and a few details of the war. But physically they’re the same guy, so my pfp pic could be used as an additional ref if you needed :) THANK YOU FOR DRAWING MY GUY I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH

i love to stick lttc wars and you’re a part of me wars in a room and see what happens, they’d both hate it but I think theyd have so much to say

[moonlightpeddler]

I want to apologise first. This might be longer or rambling. Maybe both.

My mam is stable, I just talked to her attending doctor, there are still a lot of tests that needs doing but they have a general idea. It's nothing that's endangering her life right now.

I've visited her on Sunday, I wasn't sure if I should even go because I was doing badly, mentally, and physically, but didn't want to worry her.

I'll be completely honest; I'm running on sheer willpower alone. I can feel my body and mind breaking down.

I've said before that I'm ill myself, physically and mentally, both severely. That I'm alive is a miracle that I've always been thankful for, it has been a narrow escape several times.

My life has been nothing but an unfortunate tragedy. I'd like to say that it made me extremely resilient, and maybe that really is the case in some special, sad way.

People think resilience means being unshakable, incredibly strong, but the truth is, beyond a certain level, resilience just means that you can't give up even if you'd want to. It's quite formidable, really.

I used to have an older brother. Relationships between siblings are rarely perfect, especially brothers don't always see eye to eye, but no matter how rocky it was, I knew he always had my back. He died very suddenly two years ago, it was by far one of the worst days of my life and the only time in my nearly 40 years on this planet that I cried in front of strangers.

He always hoped to see me realise my dreams, and I know he died with regrets no matter how often he told me that he has none. This game has been started because I wanted to see this dream of mine become a reality, show him that I've done it, and eliminate the possibility that I'd someday die with this specific regret.

Now I only have my mam left, there is no one else, no family, no friends. Being trapped at home really limits your ability to make connections, and the older you get, more and more family members will go into the unknown.

My mam will have to stay hospitalised for quite a while, there's just so much wrong with her, and the degree of which she can recover is unknown.

They have found a 2cm big tumour in her lungs. A biopsy will be done tomorrow, to see if it's benign or cancer. If it is cancer, chances should be rather good because it's small and likely hasn't spread anywhere.

Still.

All of this has taken a bad toil on me. I don't know how I'm even hanging on, just that I somehow do.

It should be clear where this is going.

The game will be on indefinite hiatus.

No one ever said that life will be easy, happy, or comfortable.

It's us humans who think it should be like this, but nature has never been either, existence has always been pain and suffering. We as a species have made it so far because we are incredibly resilient and adaptable, able to change with the circumstances, flexible in mind and strong in will.

My will is needed more in other places.

I have a personal credo, if you want to call it that. "I will fight until the very end". I've survived so much, have seen the darkest night and took only hasty glances at the day, but life is still wonderful. We live in a beautiful world that I'd like to observe some more, with all its sadness, hardship, and small moments of happiness.

Maybe I've waited too long to start this game, maybe the time for this dream has run out long ago without me noticing and I've been chasing shadows all along. Maybe there will be a second chance, or it was never meant to be.

Time will tell, like it always does.

Now I have to turn back towards my little family, and myself, to make the best of what was given to me.

Thank you all for your support, encouragement, and showing me another splendid aspect of life, your kindness has brought me boundless joy.

Let's meet again, if circumstances permit.

-Moonlight Peddler

[eclecticpagann]

Before we dive in, a heads-up: my posts can get a bit lengthy. But if you’re here for the journey, I’m grateful to have you along for the ride.

By now, you probably know I treat this blog as a bit of a personal journal. I love sharing my experiences because, in the end, maybe they’ll help someone else on their own path.

So, here we are—another update following yesterday’s post. I was so thrilled that someone understood what I’ve been going through that I just jumped right in without telling the whole story. Today, I’m here to fill in the gaps.

A little background about me—vulnerability included. My health, both mental and physical, isn’t always the best. I’ve had lifelong struggles with motivation (as I once shared in a post about Apollo), and that’s made keeping my home in order a real challenge. Living with chronic illness and dealing with mental dips has been frustrating, especially when I can’t keep up with the basic things I want to do, like cleaning.

That brings us back to the experience I mentioned yesterday. I left out a small detail initially, thinking it wasn’t significant, but here we go. I had been talking to Hel’s candle, seeking some kind of clarity, and naturally, I turned to something I trust deeply: my tarot deck.

With my mind racing at the thought of Hel reaching out, I struggled to form a question. Finally, I landed on something along the lines of, What am I experiencing in this connection?

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

The cards seemed to play along, either staying perfectly in place or scattering when my fingers fumbled. Heart pounding, I shuffled again.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Finally, a single card jumped out: Ten of Swords, Reversed. I felt a pang of nerves—we all know that swords can be intense. Still, I grabbed my guidebook, a precious one my mother wrote. She compiled meanings from her own journey, blending research and intuition. Her insight has guided me through so many readings.

With shaky fingers, I flipped to the page. The reversed Ten of Swords was full of healing—specifically, “Steady improvement in health and an indication that any losses are in the past.” At the time, it didn’t make much sense in the context of Hel, so I dismissed it, thinking maybe it was a misdraw.

But this morning, I woke up feeling…different. No nausea, no headache, none of the pain that usually plagues me. I felt strong, ready to tackle the cleaning I’d been putting off. I haven’t felt this good in ages. I got to work, making a dent in my to-do list, taking breaks but feeling genuinely fulfilled.

And then it clicked. Hel was showing me that I’d have the strength I needed, guiding me to reclaim some control over my life. It was her nudge to get up and take action. She was helping me.

So, of course, I thanked her in every way I could think of. I picked a fresh mum from my garden for her altar (and one for Aphrodite, because fairness is everything). I promised Hel I’d set up her altar before Apollo’s—a promise I’m genuinely excited to keep. I’ve never felt this kind of connection to a deity, not even Aphrodite reached out in my lowest moments quite like this.

I’ll admit, though, a part of me still questions if it’s really her. But my mom’s friend, who has an incredible gift for this kind of sensing, might be able to help confirm it. He once saw Freya watching over my mom without knowing she’d felt drawn to her, so I feel reassured in asking.

If you have gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate each of you who has joined me on this wild, unfolding journey.

[haveyouthoughtaboutcomicstoday]

One thing that can get overlooked in discussions of Arthur and Mera's relationship in pre and post-crisis is how self-absorbed and single minded he can be. This can show itself in the way he dismisses Mera's requests and concerns when he has his attention caught by other things, such as stopping Orm as seen in Aquaman (1985), or his absence during the Death of a Prince storyline.

This obviously can have far reaching impacts on their relationship and Mera’s mental health. Mera is regularly the only person staying and handling the fallout of Arthur’s actions, or managing Atlantis’ day to day activities. There is a reason that even with all of the issues that hang over Mera’s head, you can often see the citizens of Atlantis demonstrate loyalty to her above him.

Despite how long Mera and Arthur have been established (they first married in 1963!), their entire relationship has been incredibly tumultuous. Mainly, this is due to factors outside of their control. Mera’s writing has had some very poor periods, and even ignoring the writers or editors role in this, in universe she has suffered through semi-regular instances of mental and physical manipulation.

Overall, this has lead to several periods where the two of them are not together. When Arthur and Mera are on the outs, typically, you can see a distinct decline in Arthur’s temperament; he gets more violent, easily agitated, and he often avoids any self reflection. He also consistently closes off parts of his emotions that cause him distress and becomes non-communicative. This means shutting Mera out emotionally, and not telling people important things about himself i.e. the existence of his wife and dead child.

Due to the instability he often feels, he can become very fixated on things he thinks he can or should control. This includes the people in his life.

As a result, his friends, and even an ex girlfriend, have made comments about him needing Mera to balance him out.

He has shown periods of learning from his mistakes and reflecting back on his faults such as in Justice League of America #242 and Aquaman (1991) but he often forgets those lessons when the next writer takes over.

Importantly, Arthur never gets particularly controlling over his wife. He can disagree with her, but when she says she does not want to be with him, or if she decides she is needed elsewhere, he will bow to her wishes.

Furthermore, it is not just when they are together that he becomes a little calmer, it can often just be having her in his life. While he was uncomfortable with the idea of her possibly starting a relationship with another man, he still respected her choices, and went so far as to make jokes about her crush just to make her laugh. Even when he is in a bad mood, Mera is the one person that can remind him to be playful, something that does continue into new52 and onward, even if most of his more negative traits have been sanded away.

Arthur's tendency to be self absorbed is most blatant in his relationships with women who aren't Mera. The primary women he begins romantic relationships with outside of his wife are Dolphin and Esther. As shown above, his dynamic with Dolphin was unhealthy in a number of ways. In addition to those, the second he found out that Mera was alive, it did not even occur to him that his current girlfriend wouldn't be as pleased to get her back as he was. In Esther's case, he stood her up on their first official date because he found out Mera needed help.

Luckily outside of some strong emotions when they first meet each other, the women are all shown to be quite gracious when the shock wears off, and Mera is able to form friendships with both.

Ultimately, while Arthur does struggle to be a perfect husband, it is always very clear that Mera is the only person he ever really wants to be with. Despite everything that has happened and the many ways they have hurt each other, they will always forgive one another and find it in themselves to try again.

TLDR: I really love Arthur but whenever Mera tries to kill that man this is my general reaction

Disclaimer: Can't even get into Mera's flaws here because that would require me outlining all the times she's been turned crazy/put in a trance/trapped in other dimensions/made purposefully ill so the atlantean court could use her as a figurehead etc.. And this would become unbearable long. But she has them too and they're meant for each other (derogatory) (affectionate).

[nxturefairy]

FLORA PARRA - - - - - *.⊹₊‧

“i don't think the planet is really dead. it just needs help.”

GENERAL –

full name:  flora parra.

age:  twenty-five.

gender:  cis female.

species:  fairy of nature.

eye color:  brown.

hair color: dark brown.

height: five feet, five inches.

date of birth:  march first .

occupation:  florist & yoga instructor.

positive traits: compassionate. gentle. nurturing. diligent. sweet. kind.

negative traits: nervous. sensitive. shy. insecure. naive.

HEADCANONS –

The Winx are everything to Flora. She credits so much of how far she’s grown to them and can’t believe how lucky she is to have such incredible friends. The brunette has a tendency to succumb to her insecurities (both with her abilities and in everyday life.) It holds her back from realizing her full potential, so she really appreciates the Winx being there to lift her up and boost her self-esteem. If you ask Flora, she’ll tell you they’re a family. And, like families do, the group argues every once in a while. Flora is very non-confrontational when it comes to her friends. Whenever there’s a tiff, she struggles to express herself because she doesn’t want to start a fight. She is a peacekeeper at her core. And because of that, Flora almost always ends up in the middle. She’s just very good at seeing both sides!

As a nature fairy, Flora is kind of a flower herself. At least, that’s how she perceives herself. She relies on nature to show her the right path. Being as sensitive as she is to plants and living things, Flora empathizes with them on very deep level that many may not understand. She can tell when they’re in distress, if they’re over or under-watered, when they need repotting or new soil… the list goes on and on. Their mood and energy even affects her directly. The abuse/destruction of nature is physically and mentally taxing to Flora; and the girl does not do well in places with an absence of nature. At all. 

Peace, tranquility and compassion are three of Flora’s core values. It’s not uncommon for her to get a little overwhelmed in places/situations where they’re disturbed. She’ll share her meditations and yoga practices with anyone who’s interested and she absolutely adores helping people. Almost to a fault.She might not notice when she’s being taken advantage of because she’s so happy and eager to lend a hand.

Flora battles with a strong sense of justice, but also a strong desire and natural connection to harmony. She tries her absolute best to achieve both when some sort of creature gets loose or trouble arises. Don’t get her wrong, she won’t turn away mischief to avenge her friends as long as no one gets hurt. If you happen to cross a Winx, don’t be surprised to find a particularly troublesome breed of blossom filling your bedroom with wild vines and a ghastly smell.

The fairy can be a bit of a pushover sometimes. Especially when it comes to people she cares about. At Alfea, Flora typically was the one who wanted to follow the rules if something went awry. She lovesss learning and takes pride in being a good student (no matter how often Stella calls her a nerd for it.) Her friends however… well, they usually wanted to investigate whatever trouble occurred. Needless to say, Flora was convinced easily enough to follow along with them.

Flora positively adores art and poetry, and the fairy is a huge romantic at heart. Whenever she has a crush, a sort of calm panic overcomes her as she overthinks/reads into absolutely everything. Their energy. What they did and didn’t do. The poor girl gets so tongue tied that she can barely even get a word out. It’s not uncommon for Flora to coerce one of her more forward friends to talk to the person for her and get some intel on how they’re feeling.

Her mother was pretty controlling. Didn’t like her going off to Alfea. She was very passive aggressive and emotionally demanding. Flora loves her home, and she loves her family, but she wants to be a flower in her own garden, not someone else’s.

Holds her yoga sessions outside whenever possible. Most times she won’t even use a mat when she does as she’d rather take the time to ground herself on the grass.

One of those people who, when she tidies up, things get twice as messy before they actually get clean.

Cottage core AF. Very patient, hopeful, and encouraging.

Took ballet classes growing up because she thought it looked so beautiful and graceful. Then she realized how aggressive and demanding it could actually be. She still likes to do it, but just for fun. 

Extremely protective of her friends and her younger sister, Miele.

Nervous giggles. Fidgets with whatever’s closest to her. Her hair, fingers, jewelry, a straw. Especially when she’s daydreaming. She’s a big, big daydreamer.

Doodles leaves, vines and flowers a lot.

[herrscherofmagic]

Tell me about Eden x Mobius

sure thing!

though as a disclaimer, I don't know 100% of the canon content between Mobius and Eden, since there are some Elysian Realm dialogues that are still locked for me, and I haven't taken the time to try and unlock them x-x

There's two interactions between Eden and Mobius that really stand out to me, since it seems to show a level of trust they have in each other.

Honestly even just those two interactions have so much for me to talk about, so buckle up! cause this is gonna a long post >.>

First was the conversation they had shortly after Eden's MANTIS surgery!

This takes place after Eden's MANTIS surgery, and Eden was described as being in pretty poor shape, both mentally and physically. Yet despite Eden being in a bad condition and needing rest, she was taking the time to be with Dr. Mobius one-on-one, and they ended up having that conversation.

Keep in mind that this is the same Dr. Mobius that most people in Fire Moth avoided as much as they could. She's probably one of the most hated figures in that organization, but Eden willingly took the MANTIS surgery and spent more time with Dr. Mobius afterwards.

And that's not even getting into the actual substance of the conversation where they talk about "beauty". Like how Mobius seems to ask Eden about beauty in earnest, not like some flippant small-talk.

Eden gives a sorta generic response, but it's faithful to her ideals because everything she did in Fire Moth was because she wanted to inspire people and give them hope in the face of hopeless. And this is after even she herself experienced an unimaginable tragedy.

Then Eden returned the question to Mobius, and Mobius actually gave a thought-out answer of her own. I also really love Mobius' answer, and the way that she even gives Eden a smile. They have quite different views on the idea of "beauty", but they seem to have that mutual respect for each other.

The other big interaction was Eden's final song, when she declined Mobius' pleas (yes, Mobius was pleading with Eden to come back) to go back to the cryopods and be one of the Pioneers in the next era.

Again, the respect they have for each other is utterly fascinating to me.

I know that sounds funny seeing as how Dr. Mobius (at least according to this entry) thinks of Eden's music as "glorified noise", but we need to consider that Dr. Mobius is quite literally 'built different' than a normal person.

Mobius pretty much always had difficult and unstable relationships with people her whole life. She literally came out of the womb capable of speaking (which is pretty absurd even by Honkai standards, ngl) and she ended up enduring abuse as a child.

Mobius has a strong personal ambition of pursuing the evolution of the human race, she frequently butts heads with her near-peers, and she's feared and disliked by many.

Mobius plays an incredibly important role in Fire Moth but she has to deal with unsteady funding from the higher-ups, and she's eventually supplanted by Dr. MEI- the very person she recruited into MOTH in the first place.

Mobius coped with the death of Klein (who might've been her only close friend) by making a mini robot-Klein, for crying out loud!

So to see Mobius, someone so fiercely independent and ambitious, volunteering to go to Eden and asking her repeatedly to reconsider her actions, even making an appeal to Eden's emotions?

It shows that Eden is probably one of few people that Mobius truly respects, at least in a sense of comradery (as opposed to respect out of fear).

Another thing is that this ER entry is written from Mobius' perspective, so we don't quite know Eden's thoughts on the matter. That means it's a bit ambiguous as to whether Eden is singing for Mobius, or for some other reason. But regardless of why Eden sang... it seems like she managed to break through to even someone as cold as Mobius and inspired her.

So while there's obviously not much of a strong basis in canon to ship these two, there's certainly a strong basis that shows that at least Mobius seemed to care about Eden, and that Eden showed some level of respect in turn.

I really want to explore this dynamic more in fanfic and fanart for that reason. The canon portrayals of Mobius and Eden were pretty much entirely shaped by the apocalyptic circumstances of their world, but fan content often explores other possibilities and scenarios.

There is so much potential for a deeper relationship between these two, not just in a romantic sense but from an intellectual and philosophical perspective.

I have an HSR AU with these two in mind for this very reason, since that setting has so many opportunities for interesting dynamics when it comes to both science and faith, thanks to the nature of Aeons and Paths.

But that's a rant for another time cause this post has already gotten far too long, lol

[Editing this post to add an important detail: when I talk about shipping Mobius with any adult character, I'm referring to adult Mobius and ONLY adult Mobius.

I have no problem with the whole lore behind her "de-aging" due to the MANTIS surgery, and I think it's actually kinda cool. But I have no interest in depicting Mobius in a relationship in her "child appearance" regardless of her actual age.

Like in an AU without the MANTIS surgery and de-aging, I'd write about and/or draw Mobius as an adult if she were in any sort of relationship. If I ever write about and/or draw Mobius in her child form (aka how she appears when playable), then I'd completely avoid any elements of shipping and adult relationships.

I feel like my comments about shipping Mobius with Eden might be interpreted the wrong way without this note, which is why I've added it here. It didn't even occur to me, but I'm paranoid as hell about people misunderstanding me, so I want to make it as explicit as I possibly can]

[thepunchingbag]

Mical and Visas BFF Headcanons

Their friendship started when Mical caught Visas stealing his bandages/antiseptic/kolto injections from his medical supplies. Visas expected anger and she braced herself. But he wasn't angry, simply curious. She remained silent as Mical asked if he could help somehow; until he simply offered to give her what she needed if she only asked (and it would help to know the issue, so he might know what medical aid to provide). Then it became a regular thing, her visits to the Med Bay for supplies, Mical attempting to make smalltalk before she scurried away back to the shadows. Over time, she begins trusting him enough to actually help with wound care - and Mical is able to stitch the deeper scars too. He's a good listener. Even when she reveals extremely dark moments in her life, Mical remains calm, soft-spoken and kind; she finds his presence therapeutic.

Both of them grow powerful in the Force and use it regularly, unsettling even other Force sensitives. Due to his temple upbringing, I headcanon that Mical doesn't have any qualms using mind tricks/"reading" people's thoughts; always for peace and harmony and all that, of course, but he's not above using those techniques to achieve his goals (Atton is disgusted somewhere in the background). If Mical catches an opponent mentally unawares in combat, he crawls into their head and convinces them to flee. Visas can turn the air electric if she's furious - she may remain deathly silent, but the area around her will crackle with Force energy. Or the room's temperature will drop to freezing. She's also incredibly uncanny at detecting upcoming events - she's not clairvoyant exactly but she gets incredibly accurate hunches. Together, Mical and Visas can make an incredibly unnerving pair.

They're incredibly comfortable in each other's space. Sometimes they meditate together for hours, sometimes they silently just hang out (Mical reading a book on his datapad, Visas practicing her Force abilities, hovering various objects in the room with her mind). When they do talk, oh boy, they talk for hours and hours on pretty wide-ranging subjects, from Sith vs. Jedi philosophy to Katarr mythology to "What did you think of the soup we had for dinner?" Visas was extremely taciturn with Mical at first, but over time, he's earned her trust and she enjoys their chats. To be honest, she's still rather quiet around most of the crew besides Mical and the Exile.

Visas is extremely protective of Mical. She's very irritated with how passive he is in combat - Visas wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, but a part of her grudgingly admires his mercy. However, if Visas thinks he's in danger, she goes into full demonic Sith mode and will salt the motherfucking earth if her cinnamon roll friend is hurt.

They're both tall. I thought the post that said Mical had to be taller than Atton was fucking hilarious - and now I just imagine Mical as this 6'5 giant beanpole. Visas is statuesque, once she's no longer slouching and hiding herself in the shadows (she's accustomed to hiding from Nihilus, it takes her awhile to relax around the crew). Standing upright, she's the tallest woman on the ship, maybe only a hair shorter than Mical. And, together, they can physically make an intimidating pair. Mical is the gentle giant but Visas 100% uses her height to intimidate others if she deems it necessary. Even when the Exile just takes Visas and Mical along on missions, they can end up unintentionally unnerving other people, these two gigantic Force-sensitives looming in the background.

Headcanon that Mical is always making a pot of tea. The man is constantly brewing tea, drinking tea, he's mad for tea. He likes his tea malty, with a drop of honey and cream. He used to only make one cup, but now he's always sure to make another cup for his friend. She likes it strong, no sugar.

[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Finally got around to making an official/colored ref of Apollo! :3 He has been on my mind a lot lately(mainly thanks to this one idea I've been thinking about, of him and Mini knowing about Nate's sexuality/supporting him there), and since I had a little time for art I wanted to finally make an official ref for him! :D

He is still not a character that I will be focusing on too much, but I do have some other ideas I want to get to with him sometime. These mainly being drawing him with Damini(since they are dating, and I just imagine they would be so cute together), writing something with him and Damini(again to showcase their relationship, but also to explore some of the backstory changes I made to Mini), and writing something with him/Mini and Nate, since like mentioned above I have been thinking about the idea of them being a mini friend group, plus also giving Nate some Feorian LGBTQ+ friends since he doesn't currently have any. But yeah, I hope you enjoy! ^w^

Here is a mini bio for him!

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- Apollo Lumen . Age: 27 . Gender: demiboy(he/they) . Sexuality: bisexual . Relationships: Lady Damini Koeler(together for two years) . Abilities: hand-to-hand combat, bow-and-arrows, solar/sun-based magic(natural)

Citizen of Feor, boyfriend to Lady Damini Koeler. Growing up in a poor family, he at first joined the army as soon as he could, as he was following on the footsteps of the other men in his family and he wanted to help out with earning more money. His time as a soldier was short-lived however, as he was only in the army for a couple of years before he gained a serious injury that gave him a large and rather nasty scar on his back, as well as an early retirement. While it took him sometime to recover physically and mentally from his injury, he was not that sad about retiring from the army as he always had dreams of becoming a traveling musician and finally had a chance to pursue that dream. At first he started out as a backup guitar player for this smaller band, working on his own music on the side, before it eventually picked up some interest and he was able to start his solo career. He first met Damini at one of his earliest solo concerts, and they bonded after she came up to him after his show and complemented him on his work. They clicked enough that they kept up communication afterwards, mainly through letters as he was out traveling for a while. When he returned to Feor was when he asked her out for the first time, not wanting to lose anymore time with her. Their dating has been a little more low-key since they have different occupations and are not seen in public together often, but they haven't been keeping it a complete secret either, and are currently making plans to move in together as they are hopeful for their future together. So far in his musician career he has become famous enough to both live comfortably and have many fans, even in other countries outside of Feor. Aside from Mini, another fan of his music is Princess Hestia, as they both play the guitar and she finds some of the things he has done with it very cool. Through Mini he has also become good friends with Prince Ignatius, with them only hanging out occasionally but they have become close enough, to the point Nate felt comfortable enough to open up about his sexuality and lover with him and Mini. Considered strong, warm, and bright, he is a very charming and friendly person that is able to get anyone to loosen up and have fun with his carefree and happy disposition. He is also incredibly open-minded and accepting of everyone who is not appreciated by general society, but he is also very critical of said prejudiced societies as he proudly stands up and advocates for what he believes in, even if this has not always been appreciated by close-minded people. In terms of more negative traits of his, he is a perfectionist to the point he will forget to take care of himself in order to get something done the way he wants it to be(causing him to feel pretty awful afterwards), he is easily distracted and forgetful so he always has to write things down, he bottles his stress too much to the point he either gets sick or lashes out, and while not necessarily a negative trait, as he is always out traveling he often forgets to make time for his loved ones, but he always makes it up to them when he returns home.