#the goddess can be amara if you want

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which amara imani releases a certain video clip about her sex life with her boyfriend and said boyfriend gets teased for it

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.8k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — wild side [normani; cardi b]

taglist — @aechii @lorarri

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

amara.imani and iamcardib

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amara.imani WILD SIDE OUT NOW. who wants to take me for a ride?

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liyah_clark babe, you can ride me all night long

amara.imani with pleasure babe

graceywood do you still have the keys to charles’ pista?

liyah_clark he bought me my own

lilymunhi alex, do better

alex_albon 😑

carmenmundt george take notes

georgerussell charles screwing us over again

username if my trio isn’t like amara, grace and liyah, i don’t want it

username THAT FRIENDSHIP>>>

username amara making my two world collide 🥹

ousmane_dembele i know someone who wants to take you on a ride

arianagrande two goddesses together

username can’t believe, she still able to dance like that even after suffering her injury

username that video made me question my sexuality

username FR how can someone be that fine

username i refuse to believe evan henderson fooled the entire world into thinking that woman was not gorgeous

liyah_clark GIRL that naked dancing scene had even me reaching for holy water

liyah_clark bet someone’s getting lucky tonight

amara.imani maybe 🤔 we’ll see

username i think we can all agree that we’re jealous of her man and not her

liyah_clark true

username that video was an awakening, a cultural reset

username i’ve never watched a video so often

iamcardib picking you up at five

amara.imani i’ll be ready

antoinegriezmann has he seen the video yet?

amara.imani don’t think so, please don’t show him 😳

achrafhakimi does that include not watching the video together

username the way i’m begging the gods now that amara and kylian are dating

danielricciardo i have secret footage of max and pierre dancing to wild side

pierregasly THATS A LIE

maxverstappen YOU HAVE NO PROOF

amara.imani dw guys, i believe you (send it to me)

username THE WAY I WOULD KILL FOR THAT VIDEO

charles_leclerc me too

amara.imani

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amara.imani getting emotional just thinking back. i missed it so much

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username the way she progressed and came back to us even stronger than she had ever been

username we really got our old amara back

username fr i still remember the way she used to be so shy in her videos

cynthia.e i’m so proud of you, we are all soo proud of you

amara.imani i love you so much 🫶🏾

username this world is truly amara’s and we’re all just living in it

lewishamilton you were amazing in the video amara, congrats

amara.imani omg i’ve succeeded at life

amara.imani lewis hamilton is a fan of my music

amara.imani my 16 year old me is definitely crying (i’m crying too)

graceywood you really came back to reign the top again

amara.imani and there’s no one i’d rather be doing that with than you

liyah_clark if anyone ever doubts you again, just show them that video and they’ll shut up really quick

liyah_clark also, charles just told me they created a ‘amara imani protection squad’ and the entire grid is in it

charles_leclerc amara is a honorary grid member

maxverstappen1 it’s not her against the world anymore but rather us against them

amara.imani 🫶🏾🥹

landonorris can we get free tickets for your next tour?

alex_albon ignore lando, we love you even without that (but can we pleaseee get tickets to your next tour)

amara.imani don’t worry guys, the next time i’ll go on tour you’ll be the first one to know

amara.imani if someone told me three years ago that the entire f1 grid would create a protection squad for me, I’d have probably called the police on them

amara.imani and antoine, if you’re reading this, you’ll be the second to know

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

kylian mbappe liked to call himself a lucky man. he had it all. his dream job that consisted of him scoring against top teams, he lived in paris, the city of love and he had the perfect girlfriend — the girl he had crushed on for years. and he had the perfect balance between his private life and work.

he could enjoy his time with amara, their growing relationship that was forming on all ends while also hide her from the public and make sure no one even knew that the two had been going out. they played the perfect game — but what he hadn’t realized was how his private life and social life started to intertwine and the lines became thin and blurry.

his teammates being huge fan of his girlfriend was starting to become a bit complicated; especially when they were talking constantly about her. kylian wouldn’t call himself a very possessive person but he wasn’t an alien and jealousy was completely human. if he could, he would keep her all to himself, somewhere where they could be all alone and it would only be the two of them. he knew that amara, liyah and grace often joked together and his brain was also aware that his teammates often joked when they were playfully teasing him for her but still; it didn’t make the jealousy deep inside him burn less.

usually when his brain was overworked like that and his thoughts were all over the place, football helped him calm down, find his foot again. but this time it was useless with the way his team mates were already waiting for him, huge grins adorning their faces. he had briefly talked to amara this morning before leaving for training with her being in a different time zone — which didn’t make him miss her less — but made his jealousy subside a bit when she had smiled at him bigly. she was his and only his, no matter how many people had seen her shake her ass.

he intentionally made a big circle around the group, walking directly over to the coach to get his first warming up exercises. he would deal with them and their childish antics later. the first sessions went quicker than he had anticipated and soon, he found himself with no way to escape them.

“oohh, le patron est arrivé,” ousmane exclaimed jokingly, clapping fiercely on his back as the french striker walked past him. — the chef has arrived

“ta meuf a faire fort,” presnel added, smirking at kylian playfully. “elle a percé, carrément.” — your girl did great, she literally dropped a bomb

he bit his lip at the mention of ‘his girl’, forcing his lips to not turn into a smirk. she was his girl, and only his and it was probably the proudest thing he had ever had. he could ever call his.

“le monde entier est jaloux de toi sans même le savoir,” ousmane snickered, “imagine s’ils savait qu’ils étaient jalouse d’une tête de tortue?” he laughed as kylian rolled his eyes. — the entire world is jealous of you without even knowing

— imagine they would know that they’re jealous of a turtle head

“it’s not funny anymore,” kylian muttered, giving ousmane a light slap on his neck even though it didn’t make his best friend stop.

“t’as même déjà vu le clip?” presnel asked him curiously as they entered the changing rooms. sitting down next to his things, kylian shook his head as he took a big sip of his bottle of water. — have you even watched the clip already

“no, but i already got a three minute long voice message from antoine.”

the grin on presnel’s lips grew as he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “ohhh, t’as encore rien vu mon frère. amara pulled out the big moves.” — you haven’t seen anything yet, bro

putting his hoodie on, he chuckled as he felt pride curse through his body at the mention of her achievements. “anyone who didn’t know that she’s talented is blind. she’s more than just talented. i’ll watch the video later, once i’m at home.”

leaning in closer and with a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, presnel suggested funnily, “how about … we watch it here? make it a team bonding experience?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

watching his girlfriend on tv together with his teammates while she was singing about having sex with him was not something kylian wanted to bond over with his team. just the thought made a small flame of jealousy and possessiveness appear in his stomach.

but he didn’t even have the chance to decline as presnel had already called the rest of the team over. “le gars, venez vite,” presnel called the others over loudly, laughing when he saw kylian’s expression. “on va regarder le nouveau clip d’amara.” — guys come quickly, we’re going to watch amara’s new video clip

he facepalmed, hearing the other players come in rushed, as they all gathered in front of the big tv in the changing rooms. they had all smirks plastered on their faces when they walked past kylian, all ready to tease him for his girlfriend’s new song. especially when it was about their sex life.

there were only two times when kylian mbappé had wished for the ground to open up and swallow him: when he had missed that penalty at the euros 2021 and now. when he had to witness his teammates watch a music video that was clearly about his sex life.

the minute the first scene had started to play, he wished he had lied when presnel had asked him whether he had already watched the video or insisted he would watch it alone. the video hadn’t even been on for thirty seconds before he could hear the first whistles of his teammates.

“damn,” one exclaimed as they watched amara dance in a gorgeous red dress, kylian remembered having bought for her. he didn’t know she had planned to use it for her video. glancing at them, some were attempting to mimic amara’s move, failing unsurprisingly but causing laughter all around them.

and as much as kylian didn’t like the thought of his friends watching her in that way, those feelings were very quickly overthrown by the pride he felt while watching her.

seeing her in her natural element, the way she sang so graciously, her voice matching perfectly to the music in the background, a sense of awe and admiration rushed over him. he knew someone had to be good to sing and some were good at dancing but the way she was that talented to do both and make it seem so easy and flawless — it opened a new perspective. she had come and seen him in his element, witnessed the way he made the ball his own and became a warrior on the ground and now it was his turn to watch her undeniable talent.

and it wasn’t just that, that left him speechless and in awe. moreover the way she danced, her moves filled with passion and dedication but also charisma and ability— it all passed through the screens, capturing him completely and his heart too. his teammates were probably too busy gawking at amara to even truly listen to what she was singing about but kylian felt hit with every word that she sang.

her voice resonated in his ears like a melody, a sound he would never forget. it wasn’t as beautiful as her laugh but it always managed to brighten everything up, illuminate his world. even though he had realized from the beginning how lucky he was to know amara and that he had to treat her like the goddess she was, today was again, a reminder that amara imani way out of his league.

there was this legend that sometimes, one had to fall several times in love with a person to know that they truly loved her — kylian had probably already fallen in love with her twenty times and this video proved he would do it many more times. every note she sang, every word she said about them and their life, every move she performed — it was her that truly captivated his eye. and the funniest thing was the it wasn’t even amara imani that he felt so strong about. it was the woman behind the music that had made her way into his heart and made it her home.

he was brought back from his thoughts when vitinha gasped and ousmane let out a loud sigh as they were met with the sight of amara in a beautiful silver bikini dancing. kylian chuckled at the way he

“you hit jackpot with her,” achraf told him, punching him lightly on the arm. he couldn’t hide his grin this time, only nodding as he thought ahead to when she would be back from the shooting — he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, cuddle her while he showered her in affections and let her know that she was the sun in his universe.

“kylian, does she have a sister?” neymar asked jokingly, laughing.

he didn’t bother to reply, knowing that they were just trying to tease him. but his face grew a bit hot — even thought nothing was visible — when the two women were moving together slowly, their extensions covering their private parts. especially because they seemed to be all in awe.

“toi mon frère, t’as de la chance,” presnel exclaimed, grinning widely. “t’as vraiment étè béni,” he told his friend proudly, who only laughed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at presnel’s and ousmane’s antics, occasionally laughing at his enthusiastic teammates. — you my brother, you’re so lucky

— you were really blessed

as the video came to an end and the music started to fade out, till the screen was abruptly black again.

at first the changing rooms were quiet, with everyone still processing what they had just seen — a masterpiece and a talented genius. and then they all started clapping and whistling for kylian who started laughing.

that they were all fans of her was no secret; it was probably the most obvious thing in the world that the france national team and psg were huge fans of amara imani and even more since they had found out that she was dating one of their own. but what they realized now was that they had never truly seen her in action, in her world.

and between all of them, it was kylian who was wearing the biggest smirk of them all. as his teammates went back to what they were doing, still providing for playful commentary while others packed their things since training was over, he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.

INCOMING FACETIME CALL

grinning at his phone, kylian happily waited for amara to accept the call even though he knew she would probably still be on set. she had been eager to release it as it was the proud result of hard work, creativity and teamwork.

kylian remembered the days when she came home tired and exhausted from shooting and learning the choreography and it made him incredibly happy to see how it had all paid off. amara imani was a force to be reckoned with the moment she set her mind to something.

“alors, comment tu l’as trouvé?” amara immediately asked him the moment she saw his face appear on her screen. — so, what did you think of it?

“incroyable. c’était vraiment une belle video.” he replied with a warm smile and amara’s heart swelled at his words, her heart was full of joy and pride. to be honest, every other opinion on her didn’t matter anymore as long as he was okay with it. “but i think i’d have preferred if it was just me who got to see your beautiful body and not the entire world.” — incredible, it was a beautiful video

“are you jealous kyky?” she teased him playfully, laughing as she walked to a bit more private space to talk to him.

“pas du tout. mais je n’aime pas partager ce qui est a moi,” he smirked, amara’s eyes growing wide. she loved when he was possessive about her in that way — a healthy way where he just showed how not only proud and lucky he was to have her but also grateful. a different kind than evan’s jealousy where it was mostly always about his image. “the beauty of your body is something i’d rather not share with the world.” — not at all, but i don’t like sharing what’s mine

the singer made a mental note to thank god again the minute she finished talking because the luck she got that she wasn’t able to spot a blush — she had truly been a favorite.

they talked a bit, kylian occasionally asking some questions to the shoot before amara even noticed the unusual background. “by the way, i see you’re still at training. did you sneak away to watch the video in private.”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “presnel insisted that we all watch the video. the moment i walked in they were very excited to hear my opinion. he and ousmane have been singing it throughout the entire session.”

once her brain processed what he had just told her and what that meant, amara placed down her phone to hide her face in her hands. “oh mon dieu, don’t tell me that the entire psg team just saw me grinding on cardi b.”

this time it was kylian who laughed loudly. “je viens de te dire que tout le monde t’as vu nu et là seule chose qui t’inquiète ce que mes coéquipiers ton vu nue?” — i just told you that the entire world saw you naked and the only think that’s worrying you are my teammates?

“how am i supposed to look them straight in the eyes anymore? what if your coach saw it? or your parents,” she asked panicking, cringing at the fact that his teammates had watched her sing about sex while practically grinding on cardi b.

if he hadn’t attired the entire attention before he had now when he laughed loudly again, his laughter infectious as a small smile grew on amara’s lips. “mon amour, you don’t have to be embarrassed. they loved it. honestly, you should have seen ousmane trying to mimic your moves. it was hilarious. and antoine sent me a three minute long voice message to fangirl about the song.”

“i forgot they’re my biggest fans,” she replied as her embarrassment slowly faded.

“sometimes i feel like i’m dating them with you with the way they’re fangirling about you.”

“t’es encore jaloux?” she asked him mischievously, her tone teasing. — you’re still jealous?

he chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics. “i already told you, i’m not jealous. i just don’t like sharing,” he insisted amusingly, laughing.

“LES GARS, KYKY IS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS AMARA!” presnel suddenly yelled into the changing rooms, putting all attention on the couple again.

“amara is on the phone?” neymar asked confusingly as presnel grabbed kylian’s phone out of his hands and showed it to the others.

“rend moi mon téléphone,” kylian demanded instantly, trying to get it back but marco stopped him from doing so. — give me my phone back

amara watched as the phone got passed from person to person before it ended in achraf’s hands. “where are you at the moment?” he asked, confusingly not recognizing the environment.

“not even a hi or a good morning? achraf, i’m disappointed. and that after kylian just vouched for you,” amara teased him as he rolled his eyes still she saw his lips curve up.

“hi amara. good morning to you even though it’s already past four,” achraf went along, making them all laugh. “so where are you?”

“still on set currently in new york. we wanted to celebrate for the video. i was told you were very impressed by it.”

achraf snickered. “ousmane nearly twisted his ankle trying to recreate your dancing. sadly we’re not as talented as you. you mastered the art of dancing.”

“les gars, redonnez moi mon téléphone,” kylian tried to get his phone back but he might as well have yelled at deaf people as his demands weren’t even acknowledged. instead, achraf passed the phone to presnel. — guys, give me my phone back please

“alors amara, après avoir vu cette video. faut quand même que tu nous dises comment kylian a fait pour te draguer?” presnel inquired which made amara’s grin only widen. “parce toi tu n'es pas sur son niveau.” — so amara, you really gotta tell us how he managed to bag you because after that video…

her cheeks were probably hurting from all the times she had laughed today as she talked to them. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

neymar, who stood next to them with a wicked grin, waved at her. “if it isn’t meu artista favorito. so, when can we expect the next one?” — my favorite artist

“and preferably more child friendly. i think we know enough about kylian’s fetishes now.“ he joked playfully, referring to amara’s song rocket that had been just as exclusive.

“well, you know me. never missing a chance to embarrass our dear kyky,” she replied cheekily, grinning as she could just imagine kylian’s reaction at the moment.

“soo…” presnel began, wiggling his eyebrows as his tone turned more suggestive. “does our kyky take you for a ride every night?”

“or is it you who pulls up on him?”

her eyes widened as she nearly choked, coughing hard while she tried to take a breath. needless to say, the question had taken her off-guard. and the reaction she had shown had made the entire team laugh.

“has he shown you his wild side yet?

groaning, kylian rolled his eyes at his teammates. “mais arrêtez. redonnez-moi mon téléphone,” he demanded again, trying to grab his phone but ousmane managed to avoid his hand every time. — stop it please, just give me my phone back

“ton copain lâ est insolent,” ousmane complained jokingly, knowing that kylian would be even more riled up. “you didn’t answer our questions. has our kyks finally shown you his wild side?” — your boyfriend is getting really annoying

amara laughed. “all i can say is that i’ve finally seen his true colours.”

his teammates let out a round of whistles, wooing while presnel proudly clapped kylian’s shoulders.

“i think we should invite her to our next fifa night, show her how much her guy is lacking when he’s not on the ground.” neymar teased, knowing how sensitive kylian was about that topic.

amara snorted, stifling a laugh as she rejected their ideas. “désolée but i am not interested in your fifa-skills and as for kylian, even ethan manages to beat him,” she retorted sassily as the guys laughed loudly around her. they would tease the shit out of kylian for that, especially because the french striker liked to brag about his skills. “but don’t worry guys, he makes up for his lacking fifa skills in bed.”

wooes were heard all around the changing rooms as kylian begged for the ground to open and swallow him.

as they continued to talk, amara could see kylian become more and more desperate which amused her greatly. “your boyfriend is getting violent. i feel like we should give him the phone back.”

“you could always keep him. he paid me enough to last a year,” she added jokingly, winking playfully at neymar as the three laughed.

she watched as they passed the phone around again till it finally ended in kylian’s hands and she was met with his face again. she could instantly see how worked up he was against his teammates, especially achraf, ousmane and presnel, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

“i’m so sorry about them,” he immediately apologized, making amara snicker. “and i am very sorry about those questions. je te sure, même moi je me demande pourquoi je suis ami avec une bande de idiots comme ca.” — i swear, even i ask myself sometimes why i’m friends with this bunch of idiots

“HEY! WE CAN HEAR YOU!” one of his teammates yelled and everyone erupted into laughter again.

“ky, i love your friends,” amara beamed, wiping away some of the tears that had rolled down her face. “you’re so real around each other and they’re funny. i love how supportive they are.”

“can’t even lie about that. but they tend to be annoying very often.”

“please, you would probably cry if they left you alone. the amount of times you text achraf, you would believe you were dependent on him,” amara responded, giggling quietly. “i’m happy that they liked the video. i just wished they didn’t know what it meant.”

he laughed, the two small dips that were practically the origin of their story making their appearance again. “you do know that google translate exists right? they would have found out one way or another.”

her smile fell as she thought about his words before realizing her own stupidity. “true,” she replied quickly, facepalming.

as they continued to talk, with amara telling kylian all about their celebration gathering and the scenes from behind the video, kylian had managed to grab his things and bid goodbyes to his friends, ignoring their teasing and playful comments on his way out.

“by the way, i have a very special question,” kylian began, his tone turning slightly suggestive and playful with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face. “did you actually mean everything you said in that video?”

mimicking his mischievous expression, amara grinned at him. “i guess you’ll have to wait for me to come home to find out,” she answered simply, sending him her biggest smile.

he was lucky. and he had to send brice the biggest gift ever for dragging him out to that bistro that night. it was certainly the least he could do after the latter practically made him meet the love of his life.

— august 2021

one thing was certain. amara imani did not like parties.

and she wasn’t talking about family parties or gatherings because she loved those. no, she was talking about celebrity parties that forced people who spent their entire time digging and leaving nasty side remarks about each other, spend the entire night together. the ones where everyone was smiling at each other while talking behind each other’s back. and she hated those.

and it wasn’t even because she didn’t fit in — she had met plenty of people who had complimented her and told her how they loved her music. no, what really bothered her about those parties was the way everywhere she went, she could not be herself. she couldn’t even count on her fingers anymore how often she had to change personality just to fit someone’s image. and she was really trying. but it was simply overwhelming her.

evan, her latest and first boyfriend, was used to them. he didn’t have a problem, lying people bluntly in their face without even batting an eyelash. (that he would also do that to her, she would learn later). evan loved those parties because it gave him a chance to extend his network. having grown up in environments like those gave him the advantage of knowing how those gatherings worked, what to say and what to keep to yourself.

but amara just felt like an innocent lamb thrown in front of a wolf's cave. she was new to all this. two years ago, she was just a girl going to university and singing as a side hobby when she had time. now she was a rising superstar with some people idolising her and people watching every of her moves with the deepest scrutiny.

and to that she also had to add every of her wrong choices that she had already made. choosing the wrong friends (even though they had a truckload of obvious red flags) was clearly the biggest one. they were textbook fake friends with the way they acted around her and amara didn’t have to eavesdrop on them to know that they were talking behind her back. they were the ones to criticize her the most, harsher than any media outlet. and they were the ones who had led her to evan.

evan, the guy she thought was in love with her. the man who had cheated on her after just a month of dating. the millionaire heir who couldn’t even be bothered enough to ask why his drunk girlfriend was gone and currently having a panic attack in a public bathroom.

instead it was a random guy, who she didn’t recognize, who asked her for the first time a decent human question. “i don’t mean to overstep but are you okay?”

a small sob left her lips as she tried to wipe away her tears to get a better view of the man who had just asked her a question. her mind was blurry with the amount she had drank to forget all the problems that were going on and except his silhouette she couldn’t make out much.

she tried to say something, her mouth opening but all that came out of her lips were small sobs that her body tried to stifle. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak one word, she nodded even though it was clear that she was anything but okay.

“are you sure?” he asked again, not wanting to overstep any boundaries before comforting the woman in front of him.

again she nodded even if her heart was screaming no.

“you don’t seem very well.”

she shrugged, swallowing another of her sobs. her life was going down the drain and she couldn’t even admit that she wasn’t fine. her head was spinning and starting to hurt from all this crying but at the same time her brain couldn’t stop and her eyes just wouldn’t go dry. as if she was crying all the liquid of her body.

she contemplated whether she should just stand up and go, leave the man but her body was exhausted from all the tears it had shed. she probably wouldn’t move till and would be forced to be carried out of here.

the least thing she expected though was for the mystery man to rummage through his pockets and hand her a tissue. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the idea of drying her face but it had just been her luck to go cry on the one toilet that did not have any tissue anymore.

she hesitantly accepted it, wiping the tears away and drying her cheeks a bit.

“do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

amara sighed, leaning closer to the wall, her head hitting the cold cement. “i would. but i can’t stop crying,” she managed to croak out, quiet sobs interrupting each of her words.

“do you want me to get someone?”

“nope. it’ll probably stop soon. i just drank too much and it’s the alcohol leaving my body through my eyes.”

in a normal situation she would have laughed at her joke now but even that her body couldn’t manage. her drunk-self was always too emotional. her heart lightened though when she heard a short sound, a small amusing snort. at least he could laugh for the both of them.

“you don’t have to worry. it’s not the first time i’m this drunk. i just never remember when it last happened,” amara replied. and she then noticed that she was finally able to form normal sentences again. without sobbing between words every time.

“yeah, i think that’s what alcohol does to you.” he laughed and then crouched down to sit down next to her. as he looked at her, scanning her and memorising every detail of her as if he was scared of forgetting it. even if he knew he would never. “aren’t you cold?” he inquired, remembering the chill air from outside and remarking how the dress she was wearing was not providing her any cover against the wind from outside.

“i was forced to wear this. i’d have chosen another dress if i had been given the choice.”

he contemplated for a moment and slipped his jacket off before putting it over her. his cologne was strong, but it somehow gave comfort and amara instantly felt the warmth spread through her body as she adjusted the jacked over her shoulders.

“that’s a dior jacket. i’m going to ruin it with my tears and makeup and these are not cheap.”

“well, they’re cheaper than a new conscience and mine would never leave me alone if i left a woman crying in the men’s bathroom who’s also freezing.”

“this is not the women’s bathroom?”

he shook his head. “nope, it’s the men’s bathroom.”

“are you sure?”

“very. but don’t worry, practically no one uses it anyway. there’s one that is closer so everyone forgets about this one.”

she nodded, a small ‘hmm’ leaving her lips.

“is this your first gala?”

“nope. you?”

“no but i tend to avoid them if i can.” that was new for her. she hadn’t met one person tonight who seemed not excited to be here. no one to share that feeling with and now she had.

“i get that. it’s not really my scene.”

“mine neither.”

silence again. their eyes were just staring at the ceiling, who knows what was going on in their brains this time.

“how long till you would have finally snapped?” he then asked.

“i would have probably lashed out to the next person who asked me about my boyfriend again,” amara responded and he noticed the way her body language changed at the mention of her partner.

he sniggered.

“do you have a girlfriend?” amara questioned before taking it back again. “you don’t have to answer. i just realized how random all this is.”

he laughed, making amara feel good about herself. “no. i had one but we broke up. mutual agreement.”

she sighed, her mind flashing back to when she caught evan cheating. “you got lucky. my boyfriend cheated on me.”

“oh, that’s shitty.”

“i know. and the biggest problem is that my friends are all advising me to reconcile with him because it was just a mistake. but i feel like i’m not giving myself enough respect if i just forgive him.”

“you have shitty friends. i don’t really know what to do in that situation but i would tell you: if his only excuse was that he was drunk, then he’s not worth it. you should think about whether the good outweighs the bad enough. and then if you really love him. listen to yourself.”

she managed to smile weakly at him. “that was the first real advice i’ve gotten in days.”

he chuckled. “i was told i could make a very good therapist.”

“you aren’t?”

“i wish i was. would have made my life easier if the entire world didn’t know who i was,” he admitted and amara felt kind of stupid for thinking he wasn’t a celebrity. this was a high class gala and why would they just let random people in there. of course everyone here was known for something.

she stared at the wall. “do you ever wish sometimes you hadn’t made it? that you had just stayed normal and lived the average life?”

that question was certainly her biggest what-if. what if she hadn’t made it? what if beyoncé had never told the world how amazing she was and that she was talented? what if she had just continued to live her life the way it was and pursue her business degree?

“... sometimes. i guess feeling normal again for a day would do me some good. it would make my life much easier at the moment.” he paused. “but at the same time, the only reason why i got where i am today is because i truly wanted it. i knew the risks and the disadvantages of that life and i still worked my ass of to get where i am today. because i truly wanted it. it’s about how much you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it.”

again, another silence pause. amara thought about his words. he was right in many ways but the aspect of sacrifice was bothering her. hadn’t she already sacrificed enough to make it where she was?

“what’s your star job?” he asked her nonchalantly.

“i’m a singer. you?”

“footballer.”

she smiled at him. “we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”

he smiled at her. they were.

“i always doubt why i’m here,” she confessed, a bit taken back how easy it felt to admit it to the person in front of her when it felt hard to even admit it to her parents. she would never be able to admit it to her influencer friends and she felt way too guilty to talk to liyah about her worries. “the scrutiny of everything, the demands, the way everybody keeps comparing me to people like Beyoncé when i haven’t even reached my own level yet. and all those people judging me for every faux-pas that i do. i feel like i’m suffocating.”

“well, what’s your reason for wanting to make music? what’s the reason that pushed you to become a singer?” he asked her sincerely. amara stared at the wall — she had never even asked herself what had truly pushed her to do it. she had just done it. “let me tell you mine for football.”

“since i was little, all i dreamed of was football. i was this small little boy from a poor neighbourhood and the only thing i wanted to do was play football. soon, it felt like i only lived for it because it was the only thing i practically breathed. i wanted it much more than anything else and i knew what i was giving up when i was accepted to play pro. privacy, normalcy — all those things that i had taken for granted suddenly became a privilege that no money on the world can buy. but football meant more to me. it was my dream and my passion. i wouldn’t give it up for anything on the world. what’s your reason?”

amara cleared her throat. “i wanted to make music. after i hurt my knee in dancing and the doctor said i might never dance again, i needed a distraction so i started singing. i didn’t realise how much that distraction became my passion till i started to forget about dancing. i loved music, writing lyrics, experimenting with it and just singing — it made me happy. and suddenly my dream shifted to making it in the music industry. i wanted people to sing my songs, brighten their day with it. and i didn’t care what i would be losing to make it. because making it outweighed the disadvantages so much.”

he smiled at her. “and that’s why you made it. because you wanted it. you weren’t gifted and born into that environment. you actually wanted it. if making music is the only thing you truly care about than screw what the others think and what the media say. you didn’t come to read magazines but to lighten the world up with your music. and you should focus on that.”

she nodded, not truly knowing what to say. he was right, she didn’t become an artist to entertain the medias but rather her public. and even if it was just one person, it was enough for her to feel like she made an impact.

“did you ever doubt?” she asked him hesitantly. “i mean to be that smart, you must have doubted at some point to become this wise about it. were you ever in this situation?”

he stretched a bit before answering, “i got called up to play for the national team which is like the biggest honour ever for a football player. and during an important competition, i was the last one to take the penalty and i missed which got us out of the competition. and now the entire country hates me and somehow it’s my skin colour they seem to blame.”

she sighed. “that’s the problem with fans. they switch up way too easily. but if it’s any condolence, you said the reason you made it was because football was your passion. and it’s not some racist fake fans that are going to change that. if it makes you feel better, i am your fan. and i don’t care how many penalties you have already missed.”

he laughed. “you don’t even know what club or nationality i’m playing for.”

amara giggled. “i don’t have to, to know that there are not two players like you out there.”

suddenly aware that the two must have already spent an eternity in that room, she stood up, cleaning her dress a bit. “i think we should go back before they start to look for us.”

“yeah we should,” he replied, ignoring the pang he felt when she gave him back his jacket. he didn’t want her to go.”

“i hope you’ll score lots of goals and prove to them that you’re the best.” she turned around, trying to save a bit of her makeup to not raise too many questions.

“and i hope, you’ll make it to the top, no matter if with a boyfriend or fake friends.” he smiled at her one last time and then she was gone as he stared at the mirror.

kylian really wished he had persuaded her that night to leave with him. he would have spared her a lot of pain.

amara being in new york gave kylian time to think their timeline over. but it also opened the door to hidden memories that he thought he had locked away for good. and his and amara’s first encounter was part of that. 

he regretted letting her go that night. they had spent three hours together just for them to act as if it had never happened. he wasn’t mad though. because he knew she was drunk and that the chances of her remembering were low. yet he had still held out hope when he had seen her again at that bistro that maybe, just maybe she could recognize him. but when she hadn’t, he had been okay with that — their story would just begin again. 

he just wished he hadn’t advised her to go back to evan. the pain and tears he could have spared her from by telling her to leave him after he had cheated on her — but on the other hand how should he have known that evan would turn out to be a serial cheater (the worst type of men in kylian’s opinion) and hurt amara more than he would have thought?

there were lots of what ifs in their relationship; some what ifs even to the building of their relation. he didn’t like to believe in paradox universes and the possibility of multiverse but in this case he liked to believe that in another universe, maybe amara had left that night with him. and she would never have had to suffer that way because he would have treated her like a queen. kylian liked to believe that in another universe there was an amara, who did not have to build so many walls around her because she was hurt too often. that she was happy. 

and to say that kylian missed his girlfriend was probably an understatement. even with the many facetime calls they had, the longing for her did not stop or calm down. her absence had been remarked by everyone but he had felt it the most. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla was missing around him and no matter how often he secretly showered with her body wash or used her skincare (a habit he had taken after being forced by her) it just wasn’t the same. 

he sat comfortably on the long white couch that graced his living room, his eyes not leaving the clock above him. excitement and nervosity rushed through his body at the thought that amara would finally come home. come back into his arms that would probably tackle her with cuddles. the bed definitely felt cold and empty when she wasn’t there. 

hours passed and passed as he waited for her message to tell him that she had landed. in the time that he had waited for said message, he had cooked, cleaned his living room, rearranged his wardrobe — all things that amara usually did. and sitting on the couch made him recall all those movie nights they had had or their first lazy sunday where he had managed to burn an egg. they had left memories everywhere, symbols and anecdotes of their love story. 

a soft yellowish glow cast a warm light over the apartment as kylian extended his legs to get more comfortable. it had been a long day for him and the rushed feelings he had felt throughout the day because he anticipated her return so much had clearly exhausted him. next to that, training had been much more demanding as they were facing newcastle in the champions league next week and they needed to win. 

it was past nine when tiredness finally overcame him and his eyelids closed without him even noticing. despite his best efforts to stay awake and pick amara up from the airport to truly welcome her home, his fatigue made it first to him, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep. 

thirty minutes passed with kylian sleeping before the door of his apartment silently opened and a very tired but happy amara stepped in, her suitcase trailing behind her. her heart grew twice its size when she saw kylian asleep on the sofa, his phone still in his hands. like kylian, amara had also been suffering under their separation, missing him deeply. no hoodie or sweatshirt that smelled like him could make up for the coldness she woke up to in those past few days and she had learned that the hard way. 

she was tired, very tired, but still her mind felt alive as she let herself quietly in, making sure to not wake the french striker up. the way he laid so peacefully on the couch, sleeping calmly, amara felt butterflies storm her stomach again and her knees going weak. a small smile formed on her lips at the sight of him wanting to stay up just for her arrival. she pushed her suitcase to the side, careful to not wake him before staring at the image in front of her again. it was just the perfect domestic scene. 

it didn’t last long though as kylian began to stir. his sleep had only been light and the moment he his nose had picked up a faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of vanilla, he had immediately been reminded of home. and that could only mean one thing — amara was home. the typical scent that usually greeted him when he came home from training and his body immediately relaxed because it was comfortable. 

he blinked a bit, his eyes accustoming to the light before his view got clear and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend. there she was in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and in his hoodie with her hair quickly brushed back and somehow she was even more beautiful than kylian remembered. 

“t’es la,” he muttered quietly under his breath, stretching his head. 

“i took an earlier flight. i wanted to surprise you,” she replied in the same low voice, leaning down to press a soft peck on his lips. god, how she had missed him and being close to him. “tu m’as tellement manqué.”

“viens ici,” he pulled her closer, his arms immediately engulfing her into a hug and warmth spread through their bodies. the feeling of safety and comfort was back. 

it was sweet the way both realised they gone through the same things, the same weird syndromes. amara had come home earlier because she had missed him so much and both couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. anticipation and longing faded away as they hugged but love still grew. 

“were you waiting for me?” amara questioned quietly, intertwining her hands as they laid down on the sofa. 

“i wanted to pick you up, welcome you home,” he replied sleepily, his grip tightening around her to keep her close to him. she turned around to softly peck his lips again. 

she smiled softly at him. “t’es adorable,” she commented in the same tone, sleep starting to come over her too. “can we watch the frog princess? i want to see a disney movie.”

“the frog princess again?” the french striker groaned lightly, hiding his face in her neck. 

“how can you say no to tiana’s beignets?” amara asked him jokingly, knowing that kylian knew she just wanted to see prince naveen. “and it’s been so long since we watched disney.”

his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not particularly in the mood for a disney movie. even if he wouldn’t admit it, he had taken a liking to her 90s and 2000s rom-coms but all he wanted for the moment was to cuddle his girlfriend. and watching the frog princess would mean he would have to share her attention with ‘the prince naveen’.

“the only reason you want to watch this is because you want to eye prince naveen,” kylian teased her, a slight sarcastic undertone as he put the remote out of reach for her to grab it. 

amara snorted. “you’re saying that as if that’s something to be ashamed of. i’ll proudly stare at prince naveen and his hot face.”

“so you want to watch a move to watch a hot animated guy while your real hot boyfriend is laying next to you?” he retorted sarcastically which earned him a small nudge on his arm. 

it was late, way too late to start a movie now and all kylian actually wanted was to fall asleep with her in his arms. after sleeping the entire week to a cold, empty space next to him his heart paced quicker at the thought of waking up again with her next to him. 

and at the same time, he knew how much disney movies meant to her. she had explained it to him as a symbol of her childhood, where they were the first movies she had ever watched because back then it had been all they could afford. and if it made her happy right now — who was he to deny her from being happy? he was fine as long as she was wrapped in his arms. 

he rolled his eyes, a faint, fatigue-plagued smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he pressed the remote to open disney + and find the movie. “next time, i get to choose,” he muttered, secretly smiling at the way amara’s face lit up. she cuddled into his chest, warmth spreading through her body, but not without pressing one last tender kiss on his cheek.

kylian reached for the remote again and started the movie, the room instantly lightening up as the title sequence began, with the famous disney castle intro illuminating their screen. as the movie began to play out, starting with melodious tunes and the film’s soundtrack, kylian found himself falling asleep again. 

with amara’s faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, that so often reminded him of home, the comfort and warmth that he usually felt around her was back and their safe space around each other was restored again. 

without even realizing, his eyelids suddenly felt heavier than before and whenever he blinked, his eyes stayed close for an extra second. amara was too invested into the movie to notice the way kylian was falling asleep but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t fighting off fatigue too. especially because just like for kylian, feeling safe around each other and a comforting atmosphere were the best conditions to sleep in. 

kylian had fallen asleep a long time ago when amara’s brain finally succumbed to her body’s demand to sleep. the soft glow of the tv screen along with the yellowish glow of the light painted their faces, still cuddled together on the couch. amara reached for the remote to turn off the tv before she turned to face kylian who was sleeping peacefully, his breath steady and calm. 

“je t’aime tellement,” amara mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she also fell into a deep slumber her body very much needed. after several days or longing and sleeping next to the cold spaced in their beds, they were very happy to have each other back. especially when they knew that this would last for eternities. as kylian liked to say “nous deux, c’est pour l’éternité.”

[laismoura-art]

Presenting my very own take on the Goddesses!

🌺Cetrion and Delia!☀️

The Goddess of Life, Light and Virtue and the Goddess of Sun and Bearer of the Eternal Flame!

For their dynamics:

They are good friends!

Though Delia ascended to Godhood and Cetrion was born a Goddess, Delia was still a Goddess longer than Cetrion (as Outworld is waaaaaaaay older than Earthrealm) so for a while, Delia played the role of mentor for Cetrion!

Cetrion was trying to become a better Goddess for Earthrealm than she was in her past life (she doesn't quite remember why she was bad, but she knows she was and is trying to atone), so any help and advice was welcomed!

And as the younger Goddess likes Delia, she naturally DESPISES Argus! The Sun God and the Light Goddess have a TERRIBLE relationship, often bickering and insulting each other!

Cetrion tries to be on her best behaviour for Delia, but it really doesn't help that Argus won't put on the same effort!

Cetrion used to like Amara, Delia's favourite mortal and good friend. But their relationship took a critical hit once the Sorceress had an affair with Argus. They barely talk nowadays, and things will only get worse now that Amara's son, Zeffeero, flooded the whole Kingdom of Seido💀

Now, allow me to ramble a whole lot about their designs! 👀 💚 ❤️

Starting with Cetrion:

Yes, I did redesign her head to toe😅

I REALLY love the idea of her being Mother Nature herself and I wanted her new design to show that she's fully embraced the tittle and is dedicated of making caring for all life in Earthrealm her true purpose!

So the main idea here is that she's a walking ecosystem, every part of her, from body to robes are an environment that carries actual fauna within them!

Her hair was inspired by my favourite brazilian tree, the pink Ipê! She can change her hair at will, to make it resemble all types of different trees, and you can always find birds, bees and butterflies flying around her!

Her robes are an actual ocean, and if you look closer, you may find a variety of fishes swimming in there! You can even attempt to fish one for yourself, but be careful not to fall in to the water!

Speaking of careful, her magma body is usually safe to touch, though she can make herself unbearably hot, to the point a simple touch can melt your skin!

Her freckles are stars she crafted but were not used in any galaxy design, but as she's very attached to her creations and didn't want to see these go to an waste, she decided to wear them herself!

The flowers on her belt and arm are... well, Cetrion flowers, they grow on her only and have medical properties. They are trusted to the her warriors only, more specifically, to her head healer, who is also the Grandmistress of the Order of Cetrion! (Harumi got to use them once she graduated as Umgadi warrior and proved herself worthy of the tittle of head healer)

Now for Delia:

I'll start by saying I wasn't feeling at all confident while working on her🫣

I genuinely don't like her canon design-- really, she probably has my least favourite design ever! She's hypersexualized to an extreme. Her skirt and veil are so vastly different that they just DON'T match at all, and her top is just offensive!

Like--

What in the ever loving heck am I looking at?? (ಠ_ಠ)

MK couldn't just screw her over by giving her a shitty husband, an evil son and death. They also had to give her an awful design!

*Sigh* anyways... despite my strong opinions on this design, I believed a couple alterations could make me like it better.

So for her I started my giving her whole attire ONE main colour, which is the dark red.

I get that her skirt was trying to emulate a flame with that gradient, except they also messed that one up cause guess what? In a flame, the lighter yellow/orange part -> 🔥 is on the bottom!

And let's be real, her whole design would've improved 110% if they had made the gradient go from red to orange, the skirt would match the top, it would properly emulate a flame and for once, the colours wouldn't look all over the place on her!

Now as Delia is a Goddess here I really wanted her attire to stand out and look alive and magical (much like Cetrion's) so instead of a common gradient, I gave her a whole living flame! It glows and moves inside her dress!

I also wanted a special thing for her jewelleries and details on the veil, so I made them the sun's surface :D they were fun!

And who would've guessed the sun would make such perfect jewellery, huh? Lol!

For reference, Suchin's Blessed Swords look like Delia's jewellery (but she doesn't use them yet, only when she grows up and take over the position as the family's vigilante)!

And Jade has a protection amulet like this too. She has had it with her since forever, but she just can't for the life of her, remember who gave it to her! Learning it might belong to Delia is what encouraged her to go seek answers among the Umgadi.

And for the final touch, the symbol on her veil is of the Umgadi!

Oh, hi! You made it to the end! :D

Before I wrap this all up, a huge thanks to @rasta-bot and her amazingly inspiring work on Delia and Edenia!!💕💕

And as always, my beautiful girlies, hope you enjoy the reading! @mikka-minns @thedragonholder @orbitinytheworld @madamealtruist @moody-bloos 💕💕

[the-aranea-chronicles]

⥉ Welcome to my blog! ⥉

⥉ About the Author ⥉

Call me Aranea or Ara, a 22 yr old Aussie gal who is ever so slowly working on her novels. Not picky on what pronouns you use for me. I've been writing since I was 14, and been on and off tumblr just as long.

Have a part time job, volunteer at Vinnies, and working on a cert IV. Also practice witchcraft.

Current interests: Dragon Age, Dragons Dogma, Mass Effect, Skulduggery Pleasant, and Vampyr. I also play the Sims 4, so might even post some of my characters that way.

Favourite genres: Fantasy, horror, paranormal, science fiction, and historical.

Other platforms: AO3

Personal tag: #ara rambles

⥉ About This Blog ⥉

Open to asks about my OCs, world lore, or just wanting to drop in and have a chat!

Mainly using this blog to share lore, snippets of my novels, things that amuse me and worldbuilding.

Current Novel WIPs:

Monstrum (Which, yes, is loosely based on my fanfic under the same name) A God who never wanted to be a God, sea elves, sapphic dwarven Goddess, polyamory is pretty much the norm, cursed tome that exploded a temple, MC works out he's a transman... What more could you want? Oh wait, there's one more thing: son of God who died multiple times and came back wrong each time, is currently possessing MC's meant-to-be-dead mother! Oops.

Quondam

Takes place centuries before Monstrum, when The Maker was only a sorcerer who wanted a better world... and now deals with the consequences of taking over as Sovereign of the World. Surely she can change her world without destroying it?

[Un-named]

Crash landing on a unknown planet, memories wiped... The A.I. with corrupted data, known as Thio, calls them Viator, but is that their name? Or a title? The only thing Viator knows is that they were thrown into a black hole... and now have a ship to fix, and to find civilisation.

⥉ DNI ⥉

Pro-contact paras, anti-lgbtq, anti-otherkin/therian

My OC tags:

Monstrum: #laianna/aurélien | #opal | #vesper | #adara | #amara | #hermia | #aranea | #ghilain (pronounced gee-layn)

Link to dividers

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

mary essentially worships the ground amara walks on. amara loves taking advantage of it and the pull that having mary winchester wrapped around her finger has on sam and dean

can we talk about owing your life that you might not even want to a dark goddess... hey actually real fast can we do amara-mary-billie love triangle? she was brought back but she's not sure she wanted that...

[hollybell51]

An angel loved you

Navigation, Supernatural

Castiel x Goddess of life!Reader (but it could be gn)

Supernatural (2005), pre-canon

Request by @slayingyourmomrn

Hey I don't know if your taking requests (I'm kinda new to requesting) but I was wondering if you could do head cannons of Castiel falling in love with reader who is the goddess of life? X

Word count: 1.4K

Content: very little to be warned about, maybe some vague body-horror-ish stuff (angel true forms) and mentioned/implied sexual content.

Notes: I love this idea so much! I haven't done head canons before, so I'm not actually sure how this went, and omg i had so many ideas! I ended up going with the one that worked most comprehensively as this format, in pre-canon, and I'm honestly not 100% happy with it but I'm also a perfectionist trying to be ok with things that aren't my magnum opus (you can tell lmao). Either way, I tried, I hope this is ok!

Life is old, almost as old as God and Amara. Definitely older than an angel, even the first angel ever created 

Earth was your favourite place to be, purely because there was so much life everywhere – single cells dividing exponentially, then clusters of cells all striving to grow, then the first real creatures, algae and lichen and fungi and plants, then fish and amphibians and reptiles and finally mammals and, of course, humankind

You loved watching humans grow and cultivate the land, almost as much as God himself

But with that came fighting, and killing, and destruction. You’d met Cas after such a slaughter, you didn’t remember which one, but there were angels and demons involved and you hated it. Hated how humans got caught in the crossfire of heaven’s battles as much as you hated the purely human violence

You’d never seen an angel who didn’t look totally content and exalted with any of heaven’s actions, but there he was: shoulders of his human vessel slumped, wings hanging limply all around him, many eyes rolling slowly over the world, brilliantly sharp rings spinning slowly around his core

You’d approached, a little hesitant, and had eventually voiced your own sadness at the destruction

The angel seemed surprised, then wary, but had agreed with you: it was senseless and costly, and the humans in the middle did nothing to warrant being caught there

After that first conversation (maybe too rich a term, since it had consisted mainly of you simply standing next to him, just coexisting) he’d come back to find you, wherever you were, and gradually you’d begun to seek him out wherever he was somewhere you could reach 

As a goddess, you didn’t feel things the way humans did. You were ancient, after all, and that kind of thing took a long, long time

It was at the close of world war two that anything had really happened between you and him

You were mourning the genocide of an innocent people, Castiel was chafing against heaven’s refusal to do anything about it – despite the obvious rise in demonic power and the evil of the whole thing 

He’d come to you, frustrated (though not yet rebellious) and had sought comfort in your presence, you in his 

“Do you think we can feel?” he’d asked, uncertainty tainting his ethereal glow. “Angels aren’t supposed to, but I see them suffering, I see them dying and I… I want to stop it from happening.” 

“I don’t know,” you’d said after a pause. Uncertainty and doubt were not things angels were supposed to experience. You didn’t even know that was possible until you’d met Castiel, but you supposed any prototype was going to be different. 

“Do you?” he’d asked, rings clicking and whirring

“Feel?” 

“Yes.”

You’d thought about that, then nodded. The ache at your centre when you looked over the mass graves and shredded, bloody uniforms was feeling, certainly. The warmth when you watched children playing in a garden was a feeling. Even the tingling heat inside you when Castiel was around, lower and deeper, was a feeling. 

“I’m feeling now,” you’d said. “Are you?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s… confusing. I don’t know how they deal with it every day.” 

You’d laughed at that. “I don’t think they do.” 

A couple of floating, glowing eyes had spun to focus on you, blinking slowly. Then something soft had brushed against your form and you’d looked down to see a wing sliding over you, gentle and almost… nervous?

You didn’t need to actually breathe, but you sighed anyway. It felt good to touch him, to have him touching you. You’d leaned into the wing and brushed what passed for a hand over it, and the two of you had stayed like that for a long time

Things had continued as per usual after that, but you touched more often. His form couldn’t hurt you, goddess that you were, and you liked not being confined to a human’s perception. He saw you as you were, as you really were, and you saw him too. Rings, wings, many heads and eyes and limbs, the whole shebang. 

Maybe you’d been spending too much time among humans, maybe you should have gone back to your roots on one of Chuck’s newer and younger worlds, or headed down to the simpler environment of the ocean or a forest

You weren’t sure when it happened, but somewhere near the turn of the century, you realised that you loved Castiel, really loved him. It wasn’t like the love you felt for humans and plants and animals and life, either, it was hot and hard and roiled low inside you like hot syrup. And once the thought had occurred, you couldn't get it to go away

It was around this time that you melded your form into something substantial, still a goddess, but taking on a human appearance. It was heading into a harder time for gods and spirits, with new deities of money and technology and power and greed taking over. And climate change was wreaking havoc on your strength too, something Castiel seemed to realise – he was certainly spending more time with you

“I just feel so powerless all the time,” you sighed as you perched on one of his rings. The head of a deer stared back at you, then you blinked and it was a lion with snakes in its mane 

“You’re not powerless,” he told you. “I think other than God, you’re the most powerful being I’ve ever met.” 

“Thanks, Castiel. I just… I just wish that I was one of them, sometimes. Do you ever wish that?” 

Silence, then, “sometimes. I think it would be a lot simpler.” 

“Mhm. Just get born, grow, have babies, die. So simple.” 

He’d hummed, and the ring under you had cooled infinitesimally. You’d sat in silence for a while, then he’d asked, “do you really wish you were one of them?” 

“Huh?” 

“You said you sometimes wished you were one of them. Did you mean it?” 

You’d really had to think about that. It would be nicer, living a short life like that. Experiencing childhood. Falling in love with a person like you, marrying them, having a child. Growing a garden by hand and watering it every day. Cooking food because you needed it. Then dying when you got too old and life became too tiring. 

But then you’d only ever get to see what was in your lifetime, and on your limited plane of existence. You wouldn't get to watch a single cell turn into two, you wouldn’t remember the first fish crawling out of the sea, wouldn’t have met an angel, and certainly wouldn’t be sitting on him right now. 

“No,” you said, “not really.” You’d patted the ring under you, wobbling when a shining wing pushed at your back. “Besides,” you’d smiled, pushing the wing back. “I wouldn't get to do this.” 

“You’d be obliterated.” 

“Yeah. You’d have to find a vessel, and then I wouldn't be able to sit on you.” 

“I wouldn’t even know you existed if you were one of them,” he pointed out. 

“Maybe you’d be one too.” 

“Maybe. I wouldn’t like to be.” 

“Why?” 

“I wouldn’t get to see you.” 

That had flawed you for a second. 

“I love you too much to exist without knowing you.” 

You’d just smiled, reached out and taken a hand near you. “I love you too, Castiel.” 

After that, you were practically inseparable. You floated outside your form sometimes, with him, just to feel him on you, around you, in you. Sometimes, when he took a vessel, you’d share intimacy the way humans did

You discovered a love for sex with Castiel, in human form, where you could still see the rest of him beneath the surface and feel his grace all over you and inside your whole being 

You’d tell him you loved him, and he’d say it back to you, and sometimes you’d just get stuck in a cycle of “I love you”’s until one of you either flickered and became insubstantial, astronomical, ethereal, or was shut up by the other’s lips. Either way was fine with you

You were the goddess of life, and you were living, and you loved an angel. And an angel loved you. 

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I'm getting confused with your goddess pantheon.

Can you list the goddesses and in which universe they belong to?

The 12 Goddesses belong to what I call the Goddess Life verse ,one of the first things I made for tumblr.I wanted to reboot it

12 Goddesses:Delilah,Jolene,Senga ,Dayanna,Zi Diann,Miyuki,Amara,Fatima,Vilde,Faiza ,Eldora and Samira

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Bangel fans, we want to hear from you! As we celebrate this year's IWRY Fic Marathon, we're getting to know each other through our Meet the Fandom series. Answer the questions here to join in.

What is your name?

Liana-Medea

Where do you hang out?

AO3 as well as Discord (and I do share my German fanworks on a German site)

Do you create any fan works?

Yes, I write fanfic - mostly German, but I started writing in English rarely (and something about Bangel is just asking to be written in English, somehow, especially, if my ideas are already in English)

Funniest Bangel/Buffyverse moment?

Well, it's Wesley pretending to be Angel in Guise will be Guise, especially when he has to drink the blood he is given and tries to dispose of it after he took a sip while trying not to gag.

What Buffyverse opinion would have you chased through the village with pitchforks?

The smashing of the Gem of Amara was more than justified, because the risk of it falling in the wrong hands was way too high (as proven in the episode itself)

Share a headcanon you have about Bangel or the Buffyverse?

Hm, I always thought that Buffy doesn't know that Liam was Angel's human name (and on that front we should be glad that he went with the English version and doesn't force everyone to pronounce the Irish Gaelic version).

How would you have given Buffy and Angel their Happily Ever After?

Allrighty, that's something I am probably gonna write at some point (as soon as I manage to put together a reasonable outcome for NFA). What I got so far involves a Shanshu in Ireland (probably even his hometown), that he goes by Liam again and well, he and Buffy somehow cross paths again. They'll probably eat ice cream at the Corrib at some point (or do a picknick there like half of Galway on a nice summer day) and Liam will be the one that cooks all the time (one of his first human purchases was an Irish cookbook), although he sometimes tried combinations that are not that great together and Buffy also told him to cut back on the potatoes, after he served her four different versions of potatoes with salmon and vegetables (on the same plate!). They spent quite some time in Ireland, Liam draws for a living, Buffy does martial arts or counselling work and they have children together. They are wearing their Claddagh rings on the left hand, heart pointing in and will grow old together.

Last fic you read?

The Grass Isn't Always Greener in the Sunlight by Ralkana

Slay, Lay, Obey - Connor, Doyle, Liam?

Goddess that's tricky!

I am going with Doyle for Slay (probably because I am the least attached to him and well, I am not going to lay with him and obey, hm, probably also not the wisest choice).

Lay: guys, seriously, I am a lesbian and we got three guys here, so I am going with the most conventionally attractive one and say Liam, who is also – come December – exactly my age. Who knows, maybe he will surprise me, Angel's positive character traits can't manifest themselves out of thin air! And maybe I get a drawing out of it or better language skills, which I both would appreciate!

Obey: let's go with Connor, because I like him too much to slay, but well, I am talking series finale Connor here!

Fill in the quiz so the fandom can meet you!

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After Jack scolds Dean for interfering with the Winchesters….

Jack: “Dean, I know why you took that detour.”

Dean’s jaw clenches as he pushes the surge of sadness down.

Jack: “When I made Heaven with Castiel…”

Dean: “He wasn’t my Cas!”

Jack is patient with the outburst.

Dean shakes his head, calmly explaining: “His face, his soul… everything about him was different.”

Jack smiles: “It’s true. There are many Castiels. I picked the one who had a knack for world building. But he is not my father. Not our Castiel.”

Dean’s voice gets gruff as a flash of anger lights his eyes: “Are you telling me when you restored things you left the Empty up and running?”

Jack is still calm but not denying anything.

Dean: “And you left Cas in there!?”

Jack brings out Cain’s Blade: “This was tied to Amara, a means of controlling darkness and the emptiness. One of Chuck’s toys.”

Dean: “Wasn’t Amara freed when Chuck went human?”

Jack nodded: “Her energy is with me. She’s still tied to this, however. As are you.”

Dean: “The mark is gone.”

Jack: “Maybe on the surface. But until this is destroyed for good, you and Amara, and the Empty will still be tied.”

Dean is trying to understand: “So destroy it.”

Jack smiles: “If I do that, you can’t get to the Empty.”

Amara steps forward from behind Jack: “Perhaps I can explain better.”

Dean feels the familiar pull towards the goddess.

Amara touches Dean’s forearm where the mark used to be: “See? The mark still wants you to be my protector. And this (she touches where her own mark was and it fades in) still keeps me limited.”

Dean raises an eyebrow: “Limited? You can destroy universes.”

Amara: “Imagine I’m like Baby, except you’re always driving with the breaks on.”

Dean gets the analogy, but looks at Amara as a threat.

Jack smiles again: “We will be in much better balance once this thing is gone.”

Dean: “You want ME to destroy it? How?”

Amara: “The Empty wants it. If you take it as an offering, maybe the Empty will be up for a trade.”

Dean: “If not?”

Amara: “It’s also the only weapon that can destroy it.”

Dean reaches out for the weapon, and Jack pulls away.

Jack: “Your time will be limited, Dean. This will bring out the demon in you faster than before.”

Dean let’s that sink in: “Once I’m a demon, the Empty can claim me.”

Jack: “You see why I hesitate. I want Cas out, he’s my father. But Dean, you were my other father. As difficult as our relationship was, that’s how I’ve always seen it. I don’t want to lose you.”

Dean’s heart fills with emotion, so much so he can’t put it to words. He nods and gives a small smile.

Dean takes a breath: “I don’t want to lose me either, kiddo. But I… I need my Cas. If I fail, I’ll be laying next to him. That’s better than not having him at all.”

Jack nods: “I hope you succeed.”

Amara takes the knife and holds it out: “I can send you to the Empty, but I can’t go there. Once this knife is there, I will be free of its hold. The only way back is for the Empty to spit you out.”

Dean reaches out and holds the handle. For a moment the knife is held by both him and the goddess and their connection is ten fold. His loyalty, her adoration, the knife’s murderous energy, it comes to a cacophonous peak, and the mark surfaces on Dean’s forearm. 

Dean staggers back, his eyes shut against the pain. With a grunt he stands straight and looks around to see pitch black.

He is in the emptiness.

Dean calls out: “Cas?”

Silence.

Dean screams: “Cas!? Castiel!!”

The knife reverberates against the dark energy, the poison coursing through Dean quickly.

Dean aggressively starts to push into the dark sludge and pulling at random bodies, shoving them down when it’s not Cas.

Dean continues to scream: “Cas!? CAS!!”

The Empty, disturbed by the noise comes towards Dean, using a familiar face.

Looking like Meg, the Empty angrily demands: “Why are you interrupting my sleep?”

Dean: “Give back Cas!”

Empty: “No. He annoyed me. He’s mine to keep.”

Dean: “Listen, bitch! Give me Cas or…”

Empty: “Or?”

Dean holds up the blade. The Empty steps back but tilts its head curiously

Empty: “Offer or threat?”

Dean: “Depends on you. Trade for Cas or I’ll end you.”

Empty: “Not much of a threat. The end will be quiet.”

Dean: “Not with this. Touch my hand and you’ll understand this thing is anything but quiet.”

The Empty tentatively touches Dean’s hand and snatched it away as the reverberations tremor through it.

Dean: “I can make you feel that forever. Or you give me Cas and you can take the knife and bury it where no one can ever get it again. Hell, you can lock the Empty from anymore intruders.”

The Empty is considering the offer, watching Dean’s dark veins climb up his arm.

The Empty grins: “There might be a third option. A little waiting and you’ll become a demon. I can control you then. Put you to sleep…”

Dean lunges: “Cas now! Or I find a way to shove this thing so far up your ass…”

The Empty sneers: “Fine. But only because he talks in his sleep!”

Out of the sludge a shape emerges. Castiel, his suit and tie and trench coat. Exactly as he looked the day he got taken.

Dean kneels and lifts the angel into his arms: “Cas?”

Cas is mumbling: “Dean… Burger…. Baby…”

Dean shakes Cas: “Cas! Wake up!”

The angel continues to mumble.

Dean demands: “Wake him up!”

The Empty is now further back out of arm’s reach: “Why? You’ll be mine any minute.”

Dean, anger rushing up, his eye clouding for a moment, goes after the Empty with a primal force. He slashes, he nicks the entity and the Empty screams through the loud pain.

Dean, ready to give in to the rage, adjusts his hold on the knife and purposefully marches towards the Empty. Meg’s eyes go wide in terror. He lifts the knife, his eyes go jet black, then arms were around him.

The arms are strong, and wam, and everything Dean wanted. His eyes clear and he turns around: “Cas…”

Castiel: “Dean.”

Dean starts to feel weak in the knees: “Cas. I… I never…”

Dean falls to his knees, struggling against the hold of the mark trying to turn him into a demon, which in turn allowed the Empty to try and force him to sleep.

Castiel: “Dean, what are you doing?”

Dean gives Cas a look like he should know what he was doing there.

Castiel: “You could be stuck here. I told you the world needs you…”

Dean angrily grabs Castiel’s arm: “I need you!”

Castiel sighs. Dean needed him. As usual Castiel would respond like a soldier being called back into battle. If Dean needed him, nothing will hold him back.

Castiel: “Give me the knife, Dean. I’m not going to let you lose your soul again.”

The Empty: “You’ll both be mine! That knife, too!”

Castiel: “Oh this?”

He stabs at the ground and the entire space shakes.

The Empty: “NO!!”

Castiel: “Well, I can do this for eternity, or you can let us go.”

The Empty: “What’s wrong with you!? You always wake up! And make noise! Even when you sleep you keep talking!!”

Castiel holds up the knife again, indicating with a look that he’s ready to stab again: “I’ve been told I’m a defective angel. I guess I’m unique.”

The Empty paces back and forth, calculating the risk versus reward. Dean is almost hers.

Castiel swings his arm upwards threateningly.

Dean, feeling himself slip away, pushes himself up: “Enough! It ends now!”

Dean grabs the knife out of Castiel’s hand and rushes at the Empty.

The Empty freaks: “STOP!! Fine! Get out!!”

Dean is still gripping the knife. Castiel comes up behind him and gently slides his hand down Dean’s arm. Dean drops the blade and holds Castiel’s hand instead.

The black fades and the two are standing on a side road in the middle of nowhere. Baby is parked and waiting.

Castiel takes s deep breath: “Get me up to speed. What’s the situation and who are we fighting?”

Dean felt both relieved and confused: “What?”

Castiel: “Clearly you beat Chuck, since the world is still here. So who are we fighting now that you need me for?”

Dean shakes his head: “No Cas. There’s no enemy.”

Castiel cocks his head: “But you said you needed me.”

Dean: “Yeah, you idiot, I do need you.”

Dean grasps Castiel’s face and urgently finds the angel’s lips with his own. Their eyes close, letting the sensation run through them like lightning.

Dean stops, looks up for the angel’s reaction. Castiel’s brows are furrowed, an expression somewhere between confusion and anger.

Dean lets go of Castiel reluctantly. He’d searched through the multiverse for the man, dreaming of this moment. He never imagined Cas would be upset.

Castiel: “I feel… so… stupid.”

Dean: “Huh?”

Castiel: “The deal I had with the Empty, that it would come get me in a moment of true happiness… I finally admitted to myself that I loved you. It was the most freeing feeling. And I let it take me. And now you kiss me…”

Dean: “And that made you feel stupid?”

Castiel: “Yes.”

Dean, not knowing what to do looks down at his shoes. He thinks, ‘it’s okay if Cas decides this wasn’t what he wanted after all. Rejected or not, Cas was free, and that’s what mattered.’ Dean braces himself for heartbreak.

Castiel, unaware of Dean’s thoughts, continues: “If I thought I was happy before, I was mistaken. Being loved back… it’s… well, indescribable.”

The angel was smiling, and Dean let a smile through his relief: “I do. I do love you. Should’ve said it a long time ago…”

Castiel grabs Dean and pushes him against Baby, kissing him deeply and erotically and Dean barely holds on as he feels his muscles turn to jello.

Slightly breathless, Castiel is gazing down at him, and Dean mutters: “What was that?”

Castiel grins: “The pizza man.”

Dean blushes as he catches his breath: “Whew… Wow. And I thought I was already in Heaven.”

Castiel looks around: “This IS Heaven…. Dean, are you dead?”

Dean gives him an apologetic shrug: “It was legit. I’ve been dead a while.”

Castiel: “And this is…”

Dean smiles: “Jack’s redesign. The boy turned out great. You never doubted him. He makes a good god.”

Jack: “You succeeded.”

Castiel whirls around: “Jack!”

Jack, embracing Cas: “My two fathers. Finally reunited. And the Empty is locked, no more of Chuck’s old toys will get in the way of our lives.”

Jack goes over to Dean: “And nothing of the mark’s taint remains. Very good. Amara also thanks you.”

Dean: “Thanks Jack. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Jack: “I’ll see you both at the next family picnic.” The boy winks and vanishes.

Castiel: “Family picnic?”

Dean: “Oh yeah. We have one every couple months. Beer, burgers…”

Castiel: “I kept dreaming about you being reunited with family. Almost everyone’s there, except…”

Dean: “Sam? He’s got a few more decades down on earth. Happily married. I’m an uncle!”

Castiel: “I guess I was dreaming about your heaven.”

Dean: “It was close.” Dean pulled Castiel closer to him as he leans on Baby. “It wasn’t heaven without you. Not for me.”

Castiel leans in and gives Dean a sweet and soft kiss.

Castiel whispers: “Show me what your heaven is like.”

Dean smiles, licking his lips. He opens the car door: “After you.”

Getting behind the wheel, Dean gives Cas a mischievous smile: “After the tour, what say you show me what else the pizza man did?”

[bamfdaddio]

X-Men Abridged 1985: Adventures in Asgard

The X-Men, those Asgardian mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men & Alpha Flight 1 - 2, New Mutants Annual ‘85, Uncanny X-Men ‘85 ) - by Chris Claremont and Paul Smith, Bob Wiacek, Arthur Adams

Yes, you see that correctly. That little falcon has a teeny-tiny mohawk on its tiny-teeny bird head, because comics are ridiculous. (New Mutants Annual ‘85)

You know what would really spice up the X-Men? To let them visit the most boring part of the Marvel Universe: Asgard!

As said before, for the Uncanny X-Men, 1985 has been a disjointed year. This was not helped by a sort of interlocking plotline that spread throughout one limited series and two annuals, all of them tied together by the presence of Loki. So that’s what we’re doing: we’re going to cover the reason why Loki takes a special interest in our merry mutants (Alpha Flight & X-Men Limited Series 1 and 2) and what happens when they are whisked away to Asgard. (New Mutants Annual ‘85 and Uncanny X-Men Annual ‘85.)

If you’re super-duper not into the Thor-part of the Marvel Universe, you can skip this one. All we really need to know, continuity-wise, is that Danielle Moonstar somehow becomes a Valkyrie and adopts a pegasus. If you’re not deterred, well… 

Because this storyline deals with three superteams, the cast is absolutely huge. Hold onto your butts!

The Uncanny X-Men:

Cyclops: Scott Summers, red eyebeams. Currently on sabbatical to enjoy married life with his wife. Enjoy him while you can, because there will be massive character derailment coming up soon.

Madelyne Pryor. Cyclops’ wife. Bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased girlfriend, Jean Grey, but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence. 

Storm: Ororo Munroe, currently depowered. Is on a spiritual journey to find herself. 

Wolverine: Logan. Clawed ball of anger.

Colossus: Piotr Rasputin. Russian tin man. Cuddly communist.

Nightcrawler: Kurt Wagner. Fuzzy demonic elf. Bae.

Shadowcat: Kitty Pryde. Phasing powers. The one teenager on the adult squad.

Rogue. Former villain, current flying brick. Steals powers and memories with a touch. Also bae.

Rachel Summers. Jean and Scott’s child from a future-that-never-was. Has yet to tell him this. Telepath. A little dramatic, even for an X-Man.

Professor Xavier. Telepath with boundary issues. The original dreamer and mentor to the X-Men and the New Mutants. 

The New Mutants:

Psyche: Danielle Moonstar. Cheyenne, illusionist. About to have her backstory needlessly complicated.

Cannonball: Sam Guthrie. Human… well, you can figure that out. Good old boy.

Sunspot: Roberto daCosta. Fiery ball of anger.

Wolfsbane: Rahne Sinclair. Scottish werewolf who hates her human side and loves her wolf side. 

Magma: Amara Aquila. Lava girl from not-so-Ancient-Rome.

Magik. Illyana Rasputin. Teleporter, demonic sorcerer and ruler of an infernal dimension. Has the most impressive resumé out of these young ones, also Colossus’ younger sister. 

Cypher. Douglas Ramsey. Innate linguist. Cutie, perhaps not suited for the life of a superhero, but is just so very excited. 

Warlock. Robot alien that can change shape. Pacifist born to a warrior race. Class clown.

Karma. Xi’an Coy Manh. Telepath that got possessed by a villain for a good long time, recently returned to the fold.

Alpha Flight:

Shaman: Michael Twoyoungmen. Chirurg turned sorcerer. V. man of science/man of faith. 

Snowbird: Narya. Canadian half-goddess. Cool as fuck.

Heather McNeil: wife of the late Vindicator (ugh!), soon to be the next Vindicator. Leads Alpha Flight despite being human. 

Puck: Eugene Judd. Tiny rubber ball man. 

Sasquatch: Walter Langkowski. Canadian werebeast who loves his human side and Aurora’s human side. 

Aurora. Mutant. Superspeed and supersparkle powers with her twin. Has a ‘split personality’, as written by someone who has no idea what that means. One side of her has access to her mutant powers and is fun, outgoing and flirty; the other is an introverted school teacher. The latter hates the former.

Northstar. Twin of the above. Superquebecois. Still kind of stuck in the closet, in a time where even the existence of the closet was vehemently denied.

Talisman. Elizabeth Twoyoungmen. Daughter of; magical conduit. 

THEY UPPED THE LIMIT FOR PICTURES I CAN HAVE MORE THAN TEN PICTURES?!?

Madelyne and Scott are flying a crew of scientists over Canada, since Scott is trying his hand at being a regular non-X-Man person. They’re caught in a freak storm that Scott recognizes, because when you hang around Storm for long enough, you become a bit of a meteorologist yourself.

While I have full faith in Madelyne as a pilot, I'm still not sure it's wise to make Scott your co-pilot, since those ruby quartz glasses mean he’s essentially colour blind. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1) 

Half a continent away, the mayday is received by the X-Men. It causes Rachel to go haywire, because what if her dad dies and she never told him that she’s actually daughter? (There is actually an easy solution to that, but whatever.) Due diligence is for dummies, so she immediately goes on the attack. 

Just as Snowbird arrives in the Alpha Flight headquarters to deliver some Grave Tidings©, Rachel arrives and easily mops the floor with Snowbird, Shaman and Heather, wife of the recently deceased Guardian/Vindicator. (A character I only know to be an asshole. Northstar tends to hate him, so I will do so too.) Aurora tries to turn the tide but…

Either Claremont wrote Rachel to be a grade A bitch here, or he has no idea how to write DID. Or both. Either way, not a great look for either of them. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Like Legion, Aurora has an interesting (if problematic) history in regards to her disorder and mental health. Unlike Legion, who has been allowed to flourish as a character since his inception and whose autism evolved together with our society’s understanding of it, Aurora tends to be defined almost solely by her dissociative identity disorder, which doctors these days aren’t sure even exists. While her history of abuse in a Catholic orphanage rings painfully real, the way her character tends to be portrayed as a vehicle for DID and little else is a disservice to such a promising character. (Read more here.) I’m glad that these days, she’s getting some love and agency in X-Factor and Marauders. (Even though I don’t understand one iota of the current Marauders run, but what the hey.)

Anyway, while I don’t love what Rachel is doing to Aurora here, I do feel that her mopping the floor with half of Alpha Flight is correct. Rogue swoops in after her to clean up the stragglers and she deals with Northstar by kissing him.

Hmmm. I wonder what secrets she possibly could have plucked from his head?

Anyway, after Rachel has calmed down, Shaman explains he had nothing to do with the freak storm and Xavier has been a hypocrite, the groups decide to join forces and find Scott, Madelyne and the missing crew. Let’s go, telepathy!

We then cut to Loki petitioning some shady old gods for power. However, in order to win their boon, he must give humanity a gift. A proper gift, freely given and willingly accepted. Hmmmm…

The X-Men and Alpha Flight fly off to a desolate mountain range – Kurt gets to wear a dashing hat! Jean-Paul and Rogue scout ahead and bond, which is my favorite character beat in this story. The two biggest misfits of these teams, it makes sense that they would be able to relate.

If only this had not been a case of Incompatible Orientation, perhaps some other French-speaking outcast mutant could have stolen Rogue’s heart. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

In a field that is way too verdant for how high up they are, they stumble into a mysterious castle where they are greeted by Scott. He tells them everything is better than fine. They’re forced to believe him, because they can look him straight in his baby-blues! Scott is cured and can control his eyebeams!

See, all humans on board of the aircraft got imbued with super powers! Madelyne got transformed into Anodyne, and another into Cornucopia, capable of creating food, and others into evocative names like Lord of the Plants and Pathfinder. Madelyne immediately sets to work, curing Puck.

I don´t know if Madelyne´s powers made her taller or if she always was the size of a baby giraffe, but damn. Goblyn Queen got legs. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Madelyne also cures Rogue, although it’s a little unclear if her mutant powers are removed or if she can just control them. In any case, what follows is another cute moment between Jean-Paul and Rogue, where he willingly offers himself up as a guinea-pig for her to test her lack of powers on. She knows how much of a sacrifice that is for him, potentially opening up like that, and yet he follows through anyway.

It's adorable and I wonder if there´s such a thing as shipping but for friends, because I’m hardcore shipping Rogue/Northstar right about now.

Xavier pulls his usual bullshit when he reveals publicly that he senses another mind in Madelyne, forcing her to admit that she’s pregnant. (Boundaries, of course, only apply to people other than Professor X. God, sometimes you just want to bash him in his spherical head.)

Don’t run away, Rachel! This is the perfect soap opera-esque moment to scream out that you are the daughter they will never have! (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Did… did the eighties really have leg warmers that came up all the way to your thighs?

While Kitty and Talisman follow Rachel after her self-imposed time-out, a powerless Heather takes a little dip in the magical fountain and gains powers (the aforementioned Pathfinder). At the same time, Shaman’s magical pouch gravely injures its owner, seemingly turning against him. What is going on?

Talisman and Kitty follow Rachel and discover an ancient Viking village hidden underneath the tundra. There, they try to talk the redheaded stepchild from the ledge: Rachel is out of her wits, realizing that her father getting a boy means that she will never exist. Kitty points out the inherent paradox in that statement, but then the village starts to collapse. They flee, but Kitty deduces someone is trying to hide something from her. She’s beginning to doubt this utopia.

When they return, they bear witness to Madelyne burning out Wolverine’s berserker rage. Kitty points out that she wouldn’t have survived Ogun without Logan’s berserker side, which is a fair point. (When does it stop being a cure and start being a catch-all for everything in the world you don’t like? Also, I bet she’s aching to get her hands on Aurora…) Kitty then presses that Wolverine go check on Snowbird, who is withering away. Wolverine, who is besties with Narya (who wouldn’t be? She’s arguably the best member of Alpha Flight), thinks that it isn’t a coincidence that both Shaman and Snowbird – magical creatures – are affected. Maybe there’s something rotten in paradise, after all. 

Rogue, on the other hand, is enjoying the fuck out of it.

I don’t blame you, Rogue. I would also pick the haughty Quebecois over any of the other bozos on this trip. (Kurt’s the sole exemption, but you two are sort of related.) (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Wolverine crashes the party and reveals that this utopia has a steep price: the extinguishing of all magic and their magical friends. (Which is an odd way to describe Snowbird, but in some ways, you could view her as a magical woodland creature. In any case.) The group splits down the middle, with most X-Men taking the stance that an utopia can’t be bought in blood and and most Alpha Flighters agreeing that the ends justify the means. (Yes, they are the worst.) Interestingly, Rogue, Cyclops and Northstar side with the X-Men, while Colossus, Rachel and Madelyne side with the Alphans. 

You’d think this rift would maybe amount to something, but it’s quickly under rug swept. Sad. They could have done a Superhero Exchange Program and swapped Colossus in for Northstar. 

Anyway, the obligatory fight erupts, until a few of the people on the Alphans side realize they’ve also been rendered creatively sterile. (The cook-turned-Cornucopia can’t think of new recipes, the architect-turned-Master Builder can’t dream up new buildings, etc.) That’s when Loki appears, all: “nbd, you’ll be as gods!” When the superpowered humans disagree – killing all magic is fine, but they draw the line at being robbed of their imagination – Loki gets angry and tries to force these ungrateful wretches to accept his gift.

That doesn’t go well for him. 

They Who Live Above: “Swear you won’t harm these people! Swear on the dad you hate!” Loki: “...kay.” (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Loki reverses everything, because Status-Quo is quite literally God, and Madelyne is stripped of her powers and Rogue and Cyclops are back to being not in control of their powers again. Also, Rachel still doesn’t tell Cyclops he’s actually her dad, so Loki’s new vendetta against the X-Men is literally the only thing of consequence in this godawful crossover. 

Well, other than Kurt’s snazzy hat. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Loki’s vendetta carries us through to the New Mutants Annual, where the Lord of Lies is admiring Ororo through a mystical TiVo. He wonders what she would do to get her powers back and orders the Enchantress to fetch him Ororo. 

After rescuing Karma from being possessed by the Shadow King, Ororo and the New Mutants end up on a Greek island to take a deserved holiday. While all of the New Mutants are hanging out on the beach, Karma is hiding out inside, afraid to face the world. Not only does she have to deal with all the evil things the Shadow King did while using her body, she also has to deal with the way the Shadow King abused her body.

While it’s not the tac I would’ve chosen, you could do a worse “reason to live” than spite. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

There’s an opportunity here for a storyline, one where Karma either has to work hard to go back to where she was or has to work hard to accept her new self. How cool would it be to have a fat superhero in a comic populated by people with idealized bodies? That’s not what we’ll be getting: instead, Karma will be shedding the extra pounds quicker than she did the Shadow King: I think it’s gone before the end of the issue.

Not begrudging anyone their body, thin or thick, but I do resent the implication that she was only fat because she was possessed by evil.

Anyway, all the skinny New Mutants are at the beach and Warlock is trying on bathing suits for size.

Warlock is reenacting that video where the model dresses in swimwear through the ages, going from the swimsuits of the 30’s to the oversized shorts of the 90’s to (hopefully) the men’s swimwear of 2023. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Then, a cloud of darkness whisks them away to Asgard! Loki gives Ororo an avian makeover while he scatters the New Mutants, who go off on their own little side quests. Seriously, check them out, it’s like a DM took a chance on a Random Make-Your-Own-Adventure table. 

Magik gets chained to a rock while the Enchantress, Loki’s sexy crony, tries to tempt out her wicked side.

Karma gets stuck in a desert and saves a kid from a Shai-Hulud. Apparently, a grueling trek through an inhospitable landscape is just the regimen she needed, because this is how she gets skinny again (fully off-panel). 

Cypher becomes a serf in a mead hall. Next!

Wolfsbane falls in love with a wolf prince but then runs away from him, afraid of her feelings. It’s very furry avant la lettre.

Warlock breaks out of Hel and goes off to find his friends.

Roberto becomes embroiled in a bar inn brawl and is then hired as a glorified security guard. He’s treated as a big strong hero and is not-so-secretly loving it. 

Magma is adopted by the fae, who get her drunk on their mead. This turns her into a pointy-eared fae as well. Whoops! 

Cannonball saves a wench from dwarves and gets promptly adopted by them. His last name does not become Ironfoundersson. 

Danielle saves a pegasus, rolls a natural twenty on her Wild Empathy check and adopts it. She names it Brightwind, not understanding that mounting her My Little Pony means she’s become a Valkyrie. Whoops! 

Never figured that Danielle Moonstar, of all people, would become a horse girl. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Loki orders the dwarves to make him a new hammer for a new thunder god. He’s barely gone before they start gossipping, saying his new falcon familiar is an enchanted one. Sam quickly deduces that it had to be Storm, because of the interesting colouring of the falcon’s feathers. (Not the MOHAWK? dafuqyousay)

The Enchantress manages to distill Magik’s Darkchylde out of Illyana and sends her out into Asgard. Evilyanna manages to recruit Wolfsbane, Sunspot and a fae-corrupted Magma, while Warlock (the only one who’s got his eyes on the plot) saves Doug and picks up Karma, Dani and Sam. The group then finally reunites and Karma makes quick work of the Enchantress’ hold on Illyana. In retribution, Magik sends a manacled Enchantress to Limbo as a gift to S’ym. (S’ym is not to harm her, which sidesteps some unfortunate implications. Phew!)

Sam cautions them to get the X-Men, but since they all have unfinished business on Asgard and want to screw things up for themselves, the New Mutants decide to save Ororo all on their own! Claremont thinks differently, however, deciding to add yet another team to this already bloated cast.

See, apparently, Kitty and Illyana now have a psychic link, despite neither of them being telepathically inclined. Kitty dreams of Asgard and sees a Thorified Storm fighting the Darkchylde, because apparently this connection is interdimensional! This is enough to convince the X-Men to go to Asgard and save the New Mutants! And they will travel to this otherworldly realm using the magical thunderbolts that some C-lister villain left behind three annuals ago! 

Yeah, Claremont is definitely taking a few narrative shortcuts here. But who cares! It’s time to suit up!

This is about the least subtle DUN DUN DUN I’ve ever seen, and I watch daytime soap operas. Oh, Maddie. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

While I get that the Phoenix makes for a cool style guide, Rachel, you’re kind of dressing as the thing that killed Cyclops’ wife. And even if he’s not on the team, you’re also kind of dressed as the thing that killed Wolverine and Colossus’ friend, so…

Like I said, narrative shortcuts. 

Also, we’re at the point where Rachel told the X-Men Cyclops is her dad, but not Cyclops himself. Cyclops, on the other hand, suspects but is unwilling to ask. ffs

In the grand style of villains everywhere, Loki reveals his masterplan to his pet bird: he plans to groom her as the new God of Thunder, replacing Thor and making him the ruler of Asgard! Evil! Feminist, but evil. He also reveals Storm is under his magical thrall: for example, he is turning her desire to get her powers back against her. Meanwhile, the New Mutants are following Loki until he suddenly shoots them down! (It doesn’t help that they’re riding in Warlock, who’s transformed in an airplane, which are decidedly not native to Asgard.) Once again, the New Mutants are split up. Most importantly, Douglas and Warlock are separated from the rest and they use that opportunity to have sex for the first time. 

There is (once again) no heterosexual explanation for this. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

The X-Men, meanwhile, save the wolf prince that’s simply smitten with Rahne from some trolls. As Hela comes to collect the souls of the trolls, she commends Phoenix for being the new, well, Phoenix! (Which is perhaps a clue that your choice is slightly problematic.) The wolf admits to tracking Rahne and the X-Men follow him until they run into the City of Asgard. Here, they split up: Kitty, Rachel and Wolverine infiltrate the city while Rogue, Nightcrawler and Cyclops follow the wolf. But first… Rogue gets them some outfits, so they can blend in.

I’m assuming Rogue raided either a temple or a brothel. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

In the City, these three reunite with Roberto, who does not want to go home. He is blinded by the glory of being a beloved hero in Asgard, plus he’s on the outs with his parents, especially his dad. Wolverine’s pep-talk is interrupted by aggressive rock trolls and though they emerge victorious from this battle – thanks in part because of the melded Douglas/Warlock – Wolverine ends up horribly poisoned! Oh no! (This was before Wolverine’s healing factor gave him basic immortality, so there’s actual stakes.)

The other three chase the wolf and run into Rahne, Karma and Illyana, just as she’s doing a locator spell on Loki. (My God, this recap would be six times shorters if all these people just fucking stuck together in cohesive groups.) Loki plays a reverse Uno, using Magik’s spell to teleport to them and, together with an enthralled Storm, he captures them all.

Dani, meanwhile, sees a death omen around Wolverine and finally realizes she’s a Valkyrie. Don’t look a winged horse in the mouth, etc.

Loki throws a banquet to commemorate the deification of Storm! That’s when the X-Men and the New Mutants attack! (All of them! Some are disguised as Vikings; the others just escaped from Loki’s cell.) Despite the X-Men trying to stop her, Storm still grabs Loki’s big hammer.

Fair’s fair, this would have been a great way for Claremont to give Storm her powers back. Besides, this look is dope enough to warrant a shift in status-quo. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

Wolverine begs Storm to see reason, but then he keels over due to the poison. Hel, always a professional, appears, comes to claim Logan’s soul. This causes Storm to snap out of her enthrallment and together with Phoenix, Cyclops, Dani and Dani’s new sisters, they chase off Hel and Wolverine survives.

Kitty, meanwhile, indulges in her favourite hobby: shouting at people in authority. She tells Loki off, informing him that he can’t hope to stop them all. What’s worse, they’ll spread the truth about Loki’s perfidy throughout Asgard – which, if my Norse mythology serves me well, they should already be aware of, but whatever – which will endanger his plans of Asgardian domination.

Loki, who’s finally had enough of this storyline – as have I – relents and gives them one rule: either they all go, or none of them go. And they have to forfeit everything they got in this land, including Rahne’s wolf lover (aw!) and Amara’s elf form (yay!). In order to prevent this storyline from being completely useless, Karma keeps her physique and Dani keeps her new horse. Yeah, even Loki doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the rules he established two panels ago.

He offers Storm godhood one last time and this time, at her full wits, she denies him again. She’d love to fly again, but not at the expense of helping Loki. (It’s a nice narrative trick, because at this point, the audience is also rooting for Storm to get her powers back and this would be the perfect way to do so.)

Loki falls in love with Storm because she tells him no, presumably providing some keen insight into the hearts of men both mortal and divine, and then clicks his heels three times to send them home. They disappear and this finally, finally, ends Loki’s interest in our merry mutants.

DONE! 

Fine, two more highlights. Here’s Warlock saving the day as the Enterprise:

And here’s Warlock, proving he’s watched more Star Trek than Vikings:

My God, this plotline dragged on so long, it took me a year to write this.

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Okay so I saw a post you reblogged a while back with a picture of your ocs. They are absolutely gorgeous and I'd love to know more about them! Is that archangel a boy and do they have history with that demon?? How'd you come up with their names? Aeshma and Talon are so unique!

Oh, dear sweet anon, now you've done it.

*deep inhale*

I don't normally post about my original work, but if I'm asked, I shall speak.

I have been working on Helpless since the beginning of my 9th grad school year. It's a series. A few years ago, my work was published through Palmetto Publishing.

Though, due to them being too apprehensive about having a gay protagonist, I cut ties with them.

I am now working with a publisher out of the UK. Olympia Publishing. I had a lot of other offers, but most of them were vanity publishers. With Olympia, I have all control of what is published.

I did a lot of revisions and book one will be coming out either late this year or early next. It will have a new cover with a different allure. Peep it:

Talon is a boy for sure. He's just graced with beauty. His mother is Aphrodite and his father is Saint Michael. He is the first son of an archangel and goddess. He's gentle and understanding, unlike his father. He spends his time with the garden angels and finds comfort in being outdoors. His father wants him to follow in his footsteps and lead the angelic army alongside him, but Talon doesn't like the idea of war. Pointless bloodshed saddens him and he doesn't understand why either side feels the need to battle over petty disagreements. I often describe him with feminine grace and appearance. He's soft spoken and dignified, but not to the point of arrogance. He is also the only angel in heaven with pink eyes. He's slender and he's 5'9" When I describe him, I mention that he sparkles in the sun like fresh snow. His father keeps him away from his mother so she doesn't influence him to step away from the path of an archangel. Talon is torn between making his father proud and doing what makes him happy. He doesn't want to be a warrior. He wants to work in the gardens.

This is some really old art I have of him. I have to work on some more now that I picked up a new program. The ginger is Fawn. She is Talon's best friend.

Aeshma is a Persian war demon from a place in hell called Khadah. A place in the circle of wrath. His parents are Amara and Angra Mainyu. Both of them are war demons as well. He was bred for battle, starting his training as soon as he could run. His kind have been at war with Michael for years and Angra makes Aeshma a commander in the demonic army. He's cocky but humble. It's very hard to get him to switch from soldier to young demon who wants to have fun. Aeshma is almost seven feet tall and built like a tank. Chocolate brown skin and jade green eyes. He's covered in battle scars. He makes his parents extremely proud. He's a ruthless killer who has taken down kingdoms without the aid of an army. So, when it comes to invading heaven, Aeshma is the one Angra can count on.

A meeting is called by Michael after he invades Khadah and kills Aeshma's sister. Angra accepts and brings a small group of demons with him.

Talon is forced to attend this meeting. None of the angels know that Angra's presence is only a distraction from Aeshma's attack. They don't want peace, they want revenge.

This attack leads to Aeshma breaking into Michael's house and stumbling across Talon. While other demons want to kidnap and sell Talon, Aeshma makes the decision to let him go. Talon is intrigued by Aeshma and even decides to accompany his father to hell where they sign a treaty.

I don't want to give away too much, I could talk for years about this, but I'll just give the basics for now.

Talon and Aeshma start to meet in private. In one of Heaven's abandoned gardens. Eden. Aeshma is there for information and Talon is there to get to know him.

*insert a shit ton more lore and plot here lmfao*

Michael ends up finding out about what Talon has been doing and he imprisons Talon. Talon escapes and Michael's only option is to cast him down. He subdues Talon's angelic powers and strips him of his memory. He kills Talon and has him reborn to a human family. An abusive family that see him as evil because of his paper white skin and pink eyes. He was born to a twin brother, Tyler. Talon ends up with a red streak in his hair. Michael describes it as his physical scarlet letter. And his life will be nothing but pain and suffering.

That's what book one is about. Talon's life as a human. His battle with neglect, abuse and sexual assault. Living in a place where no one wants to help and no one cares. He finds peace in one human, who in fact isn't human. David.

Talon learns all about possessive behavior and psychological abuse without even realizing it until it's too late. He also doesn't realize he's being hunted. While it's subdued, demons and angels can smell Talon's power. Asmodeus and Samael included. He falls into the lust demon's grasp, lured in with the idea of revenge on the people who have hurt him.

All this leads into a hefty series of Talon finding out exactly who and what he is. Royal demon blood is blended with his angelic golden ichor, turning him into a hybrid. One of the most powerful weapons in all creation. And he is faced with a decision. Michael isn't the only angelic threat to Talon and his newfound family. It goes all the way up the political angelic ladder. Being a hybrid and possessing the blood of Michael, Talon is the only one who can bring him down.

There is literally so much that I left out, but hopefully that was enough of a lore drop lmfao

I deeply apologize for the massive info dump, but I am literally so excited about this series, I could cry. I worked so hard on it.

There will be

Helpless

Helpless: Retaliation

Helpless: Revelation

Helpless: Redemption

Helpless: Revolution

And it will all lead up to the release of Divine Chaos which will be all about Talon before his fall.

The names took me forever. I have a shit ton of characters throughout the series. The Dictionary of Demons is a MAJOR life saver when it comes to name and even lore. It's a fantastic book and if you're writing about angels and demons, I seriously recommend it.

[themomsandthecity]

50 Meaningful Baby Girl Names

For a lot of parents, the sheer amount of baby names to choose from can be so overwhelming, not one name takes the lead over another. Our names are deeply tied to our personalities though, so you want to find something special and meaningful to you and your partner. If you're looking for unique girl names with deep meaning, we've got you covered. We know that while having a baby is an experience that's incomparable to any other, it's also OK to admit that it may feel a little stressful at times - especially when it comes to choosing the perfect name. If you're having trouble picking a meaningful baby girl name, don't worry. There are plenty of beautiful names out there that are made even more lovely and significant by their meanings. Maybe you'd like a name that translates to "strong" or something that means "light" or "beautiful." Either way, choosing from this list of girl names with meaning may be the best way forward. From Abigail to Zoe, one of these meaningful baby girl names is meant to fit your little one like a glove. Related: Malti, Nova, Posie and Other Aesthetic Girl Names Perfect For Your Newborn Meaningful Baby Girl Names We know there's a lot of pressure tied to finding the perfect name for your little girl. You want something that holds personal meaning, but is also unique to your baby. It's not an easy feat. Good thing that when it comes to looking for a unique and deeply meaningful name for your baby, there is no shortage of creative options. Read the list of names - complete with origin and meanings - below, and see what fits best for you and your family. * Abigail: Hebrew - The father's joy. * Alessia: Italian - Defending warrior. * Alexandra: Greek - Helper; defender of mankind. * Alice: English - Noble; kind. * Amara: Latin - Strong; attractive; stylish. * Amelia: German - Industrious; striving. * Anne: Hebrew - Favored grace. * Arabella: Latin - Lovely; elegant. * Audree: French - Nobility; strength. * Arianna: Greek - Holy. * Avery: French - Wise. * Callie: Greek - Most beautiful. * Calynn: Gaelic - Powerful in battle. * Charlotte: French - Petite; feminine. * Charvi: Sanskrit - Beautiful. * Claire: Latin - Bright; clear; famous; brilliant. * Cora: Greek - Filled heart. * Darlene: English - Darling; loved one. * Della: German - Noble; bright. * Diana: Latin - Moon goddess. * Eleanor: Greek - Bright, shining one; sun rays. * Ella: English - Light; beautiful fairy woman. * Eva: Hebrew - Life. * Farrah: Arabic - Happy. * Faye: French - Loyalty; confidence; trust; belief. Related: Arya, Sage, Zaire, and 144 Other Cool Baby Names * Gabriella: Hebrew - Devoted to God. * Grace: Latin: Goodness; generosity. * Hannah: Hebrew - Favor; grace of God. * Isabelle: Hebrew - God is my strength; devoted to God. * Jocelyn: Latin - Happy; joyful. * Kaitlyn: Greek - Pure. * Kalila: Arabic - Heap of love. * Layla: Egyptian - Dark beauty. * Mackenzie: Gaelic - Child of the wise leader. * Malia: Hawaiian - Beloved. * Mia: Latin - Mine; wished-for child. * Mila: Russian - Industrious; hardworking. * Millie: Latin - Free-born; strength; determination. * Naila: Arabic - Successful. * Nora: Greek - Shining light. * Reagan: Irish - Little ruler. * Reveka: Hebrew - Captivating. * Samantha: Hebrew - Listener. * Sarah: Hebrew - Princess. * Shayna: Yiddish - Beautiful; God is gracious. * Sophia: Greek - Wisdom. * Stella: Greek - A star. * Vivian: Latin - Full of life. * Zahra: Arabic - Flower. * Zoe: Greek - Life. https://www.popsugar.com/family/Meaningful-Baby-Girl-Names-46096722?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #43: NM issues 12-14

Emmanuel walks into his office and is shocked to find Berto is a suit and tie, sitting in his chair waiting for him. As Berto chews him out for his greed and his willingness to hurt his family, the intent of the message is clear: Berto is meeting his father as an equal, and refuses to live under his thumb. Emmanuel raises a hand to strike him, but Berto activates his powers and walks out, telling him he’ll stop him. Emmanuel threatens to disown him, and Berto embraces it. As he leaves, Emmanuel calls Shaw to accept his offer of membership, while Berto curses himself for losing his temper, fearing he’s driven his father farther down the path of evil. Meanwhile, Amara has joined the New Mutants at the insistence of her father, who is working with Nina to integrate Nova Roma with the world and says his daughter must learn more about her powers. A few issues ago, Lucius was fine with selling children into slavery and willing to sacrifice them to stop Marcus, and I’m not sure if we’re supposed to just accept that as justified or if Claremont is regretting the way he wrote him and wants to make him more heroic. Amara is hanging out with Dani on the beach when a creep kisses her and she instinctively activates her powers, summoning a mini volcano on the beach. Elsewhere, Rahne is praying in a Catholic church. It’s a sign of how scared of sin she is that she even fears it’s wrong to pray here instead of a Presbyterian church. She hates herself for working with Marcus, and the jealousy she feels towards Amara. She has feelings for Sam, and Dani is her best friend, but she thinks they both prefer Amara. She wonders if they care about her at all or just about her as a wolf. Unfortunately, that’s the moment Sam runs in asking her to transform so she can track Amara, who ran off. Amara is wandering the streets, terrified of cars and the sun, which is brighter than it ever was in her clouded valley. She’s got sun poisoning and is delirious, dreaming of being an evil goddess like Selene before rejecting it as she drifts into sleep. She’s found by a poor family who take her home and try to help her fever. Meanwhile, Rahne is tracking her scent, but is pissed at Sam for what she sees as patronizing praise of her talents. They find Amara, who’s going insane and unconsciously pulling a new island up in the bay. I feel like sunstroke does not make you go this crazy, but what do I know. The New Mutants save her with a bunch of ice, which also seems medically inaccurate, but it all works out. This issue started fantastically with Berto and his father, and continued with the great scene of Rahne in church and some good stuff with Amara being terrified of the new world. But it seems like they just ran out of pages and had to wrap up the story. Honestly, I think Claremont’s struggling to manage his time writing two ongoings and multiple miniseries, so Uncanny is as good as ever but the plots are getting thin over in this book. The character development is still great, though, so this was an enjoyable downtime issue. It probably would have been better if Amara’s accidental rampage was toned down, but overall a solid issue.

The next issue begins with Xavier welcoming Amara to the school, and showing her room, which he’s decorated to look like Nova Roma. For a long time in Claremont’s run his best qualities were rarely seen, and I like that the balance has been shifting recently and we’re seeing more of the strict but kind teacher that he is. He’s still an asshole, but that’s not all he is, as shown by kind and thoughtful acts like this. Amara comes down to dinner in her best gown while everyone else is casual, which embarrasses her until Berto charms her. But when Sam accidentally spills drinks on her, she loses control and creates a fault in the Earth before running off crying. Elsewhere, Kitty is hanging out with her new friend Doug Ramsey, who she enlisted to help hack the Hellfire Club. She said it was just for fun, cause they both like computers, but really she wants information. To her surprise, they find a connection between Shaw’s computers and some government mainframe, which they accidentally shut down. We see that their actions made a Project Wideawake Sentinel go crazy. Kitty realizes she’s late for a training session and runs home. She runs into the New Mutants, who dislike her for how she looks down on them. Xavier tells her that she needs to patch things up with them and get more on top of her training if she wants to stay an X-Man. Left alone, Xavier worries about how to help his students, who are all going through teenage insecurities that he can’t fix. Kitty feels ostracized from her peers, which she knows is her fault, and she’s also struggling with her parents’ recent divorce. Rahne is still insecure about Amara, and hadn’t forgiven her for listening to her breakdown back when they first met. It’s Amara who gets the most focus in this issue, struggling with going from a noble in Nova Roma to an outsider in this world. Xavier gives her the codename Magma and tries to train her, but she’s scared to try. She almost decides to leave, but she sees Xavier on a call with Lilandra, whose ship is leaving range of their communications. Xavier tells Amara how responsibility tore them apart, and Amara decides to stick to her responsibility to learn about her powers. It’s the most open Xavier has been with any of his young students, and it’s what Amara needs to hear to convince her to stay. This was another downtime issue, and had some good stuff, but Amara’s the only one who really ends in a different place than she began. Rahne and Kitty get some character work, but it’s mostly setup for their future arcs. Still, it’s a good issue, and one of the first where Claremont really leans into the idea that these are teenagers in a school. It’s the angle that the book needs to differentiate it from Uncanny, and the character development will only get better from this point.

Issue 14 ties into the Magik miniseries, opening with the same scene of Illyana on the cliff while the New Mutants play in the snow. They’re goofing off and talking about Xavier and Lilandra, and decide to throw him a surprise party to cheer him up. They invite Illyana to help, and she agrees, unsure what else to do with her life. When they realize it’s her birthday, they decide the party will have a dual purpose. While they’re out shopping, Xavier is attacked by S’ym, Belasco’s minion. When the New Mutants return, Illyana goes inside to see if the professor’s awake so they can set up, while Amara says Illyana scares her and reminds her of Selene. Illyana wanders the halls, reflecting on her self hatred and loneliness. She thinks about Kitty, her best friend and the only person she trusts (and her love, but Jim Shooter said they had to keep that a secret), and is interrupted by S’ym attacking. S’ym brings back horrible memories, and she accidentally activates her powers before passing out. She summons a teleportation circle that first sends the New Mutants into Limbo in the past, which we saw in her miniseries, and then brings them into the living room in the present. The New Mutants attack, but S’ym brutalizes them with ease. Their only brief respite is when Dani summons his worst fear, a mixture of Belasco and Illyana that calls him a disappointment, but he fights through the fear and takes everyone out until Illyana wakes up and fights him with spells. She thought she killed him last time, and decides to make sure this time, but he begs for mercy. She tells him that since she drove Belasco out of Limbo, he should serve her now. He agrees, and she sends him away. The only one to see this exchange is Stevie Hunter, and Illyana wipes it from her mind. Later, the X-Men return home just as the New Mutants’ party begins. Xavier subtly reveals to Illyana that he knows what happened with S’ym, but he doesn’t judge her. Instead, he stands up and asks her to dance with him. It’s the first time his students have seen him walk successfully, and it’s a very sweet moment, as well as the ray of hope that Illyana needed. The party is in full swing, and the whole X-family is having fun until Doug shows up to talk to Kitty and tell her excitedly that he’s been offered a scholarship at Emma Frost’s Massachusetts Academy. This issue was the first time Illyana realized her power could be used to defend her friends, not just hurt them, and it’s also the first time someone has offered her unconditional support even when they know the full story of her power. This is also by far my favorite Xavier moment I’ve read so far, and a perfect example of his best qualities as a teacher and mentor.

[emmatriarchy]

"You are young to me," Selene states. She will have to have someone clean the carpet. Inconvenient. But that can wait.

Selene's birth was in the before times. Before Atlantis sank. Before the times humans called Antiquity. She had a couple of millennia on Shar.

"Don't kill my people if you don't want me to take your people, child." Selene's voice is sharp as a wintry gust of wind. Unforgiving and impatient.

"Once they've served their purpose, I give them another one: to keep me youthful and powerful." Dark eyes narrow as she considers the woman before her. Amara's mother, her own child, was one of her victims. And Shar is being picky over that?

Pursed lips and wrinkled nose, Selene is about to deliver a sharp barb to the blonde when she steals from her. The one revered as a Moon goddess huffs, and crosses her arms.

"Are you looking down on me, Shar? Because I will have your skin and make a handbag out of it if you are. You are weak minded and an annoyance to all of us. Barely worth the title of External."

She stands up, her long dress looking ethereal as she takes a step towards the bane of her existence. "None of us is older than I am. So do not test me."

@emmatriarchy

They have their history. All the Externals have history with one another. That's why they're Externals. Shar believes in the unity of the group more than most--that there's a... necessity. She is their Conceit, after all. Not so binding as "Hope", but their best alternative.

"And very young," she murmurs, and the choice to fix her little faux pas is taken out of her hands as she senses the tug of Selene's power. "Aren't they all?"

Staring down the gaping void of Eternity makes it hard to hold a grudge for long, but Shar and Selene have an uglier past than most. After all, Selene was her mentor, back when Shar was going by... Godgifu? Mathilde? Whatever, they'd been in the same part of Europe at the same time. Pre-Plague?

Yes. Before.

She blinks several times, all but fluttering her lashes as the body on the floor shrivels like a butterfly cocoon and--dust.

Her cheeks balloon as she turns her attention back to Selene, round face "deflating" as she lets her breath out in a long, exasperated huff. "You know I can't do that after what happened to the last ones." Shar is a quick learner--a lucky thing, as Selene was an impatient mentor. She never brings any living thing near her unless she's prepared to lose them.

Selene's telepathic presence is cool and smooth as a snake against her consciousness.

"You wring them like an aloe plant, poor little things." Her full, pink mouth becomes a thin line of disapproval, but her voice--? Airy and bored. "They're all flat and dry by the time you've finished."

Rather than look at the dust skittering along the floor, Shar narrows her eyes and reaches for the little vase she'd been admiring earlier, stuffing it into her purse. "Except the ones that ooze first." She gives the Gucci leather a soft patpat. "Terrible business."

[readinginthereadyroom]

let’s talk about bela talbot and how truly the narrative let her down in time is on my side (spn 3x15). because you see, bela could’ve been spn’s feminist manifesto. in fact, she should’ve been.

bela’s been in a handful of eps this season. great, fun eps. working both with and against sam and dean. she’s a mirror to the pair of them. hunting down supernatural artifacts and selling them. a hunter, in her own way. only she does it for money.

and that’s supposed to be the morality play. sam and dean, virtue incarnate, do the “job” for free. they would never stoop so low as to be paid in cold hard cash. and to prove their meekness, their humble sacrifices, they squat in abandoned homes or stay in rundown motels.

get over yourself spn. the family business is literally revenge. john upends his kids lives, teaches them to hunt and kill, periodically abandons them, and ruins their whole lives so he can find the demon that killed his sainted wife.

so really, what’s so wrong with bela asking for a living wage? for one, it’ll keep her off the fbi radar. she can then actually do her job, rather than spend all her time laying low from the authorities. sam and dean can’t say the same.

and sure, she lies and steals. so do sam and dean. they repeatedly pose as various law enforcement officers and run credit card fraud to stay afloat. lie meet steal.

now that we’ve established that bela is basically the same as sam and dean. here is the bitter pill spn forces us to swallow. bela’s history.

she tells dean he knows nothing about her. and it’s true. glaringly true. because when dean does learn about bela’s abby’s childhood, he misses one crucial piece of information. everyone does. because it’s obvious that bela never told anyone.

actually, let me amend that. I’m sure 14-yr-old bela did tell someone about her father. about what he did. hell her mother probably knew.

and no one listened to her.

I know this because she proceeds to never tell anyone again. let’s people think she killed her parents. that their mysterious car accident was for the express purpose of getting their millions. and that her artifact-hunting is just more greed.

most importantly, she doesn’t tell dean. but we, the audience, have to see it in a bela-centric flashback. we know exactly what happened. why she made that deal. why she had no other choice. why we even applaud her for it.

but again, dean doesn’t know. bela admits, with minutes on the clock and dean breathing vitreol down the landline, that she should’ve. should’ve trusted them, asked for help. worked together.

but even then. at the end of her world. she keeps her secret. let’s dean think the worst of her. because no one has ever listened before. and why would dean be any different? after all, it’s not like the entire hunting community doesn’t know about the winchesters. their history. bela’s smart. she knows that in dean’s eyes she’s commited the greatest sin a person could. killing your parents. your family.

and in many ways it’s not dean’s fault. he was brought up to hold family—esp dead family members—above everything else. to top it off, dean *remembers* a time before the YED, before mary’s death, when john would scoop him off the ground with laughter, would tuck him in at night, would love him unconditionally. it’s a version of john that dean clings too—decades after that version is gone.

so yeah, what he thinks bela did. what he assumes are her motives. those are anathema to him.

to make matter worse, dean makes no move to dig deeper into the information rufus gave him. a man he only just met. who is apparently willing to sell bela out for a bottle of whiskey. once again proving that bela can’t trust anyone. with anything. let alone a secret like the one she’s carried this last decade.

and now for the final salt in the wound. the what-ifs spn were idk...good? and didn’t kill off all early seasons women?

bela telling dean what really happened. why she had to make that deal. how no one ever helped—so she helped herself. dean being shaken to his core. the emphasis on the message that the monster of the week (a dr frankenstein and frankenstein’s monster all rolled into one) that would’ve sent.

that humans are the worst monsters.

can you imagine? bela and dean bonding over their shared traumas. teaming up on hunts. bela teaches them sophistication and helps them network. sam helps her research. dean trains her in new weapons.

and the closer their friendships become the more bela shares with sam and dean. how she uses her money to help fund women’s shelters and children’s programs. how she only resells artifacts that are basically harmless. how the worst ones—the ones to do evil with—stay locked up in her private collection. safely off the market.

eventually she meets ellen and jo. they adopt her immediately. and then we have a proto wayward sisters all the way back in season 3. of course, in this version there is still a roadhouse. and ash is still alive and kicking. surrounded by these fierce independent women who love and protect him.

and dean and sam too. they are constant visitors. stopping by with cases or for holidays or for no reason at all. their unofficial headquarters. because their unofficial home is at bobby’s. after all they’ve had rooms there since they were kids.

isn’t it beautiful? this feminist manifesto version of spn? where the author/father/god is swept under the rug by the writer/mother/goddess? where sam and dean are the american dream of untoxic masculinity. driving around the midwest in their vintage car and leather coats. hunting monsters and monstrous people. saving humans and humane monsters.

the family business.

[mo-yin]

Haikyuu Boys at a Nigerian Wedding. (Karasuno)

Ever been to an Owambe? No? Eh it’s fine. You’ll learn about em right here.

Mini scenarios included

Daichi Sawamura

- Have you seen this boy?? Radiates fatherly energy. He doesn’t know how but he found himself on the adults table.

-He’s very respectful towards elders and got all the aunties asking him to marry their daughters.

-Too scared to decline.

-“You’re such a good boy! I’m sure your parents are very proud of you”

-“Thank you ma’am, just doing my best” he’d smile as all the women showered him with compliments.

-“ehn…how old are you again?” One of the ladies asked.

-“oh. I’m-“

“My daughter Dami should be the same age as you. In fact, let me get her for you. DAMI!! Come and meet this boy!!!” She yelled, rushing to get her daughter.

“Um-“

“Don’t listen to her, Her daughter is very wayward, doesn’t even show up to church unless it’s to collect free food on thanksgiving day” another Aunty hissed as the ladies beside her nodded.

“That’s right. But my youngest cousin is-“

Koushi Sugawara

One of Koushi’s super skills is his charisma, it didn’t even take him long to get all the aunties on his side.

He complimented a few women’s Gele (Hair tie) and was immediately brought to the Aunty’s table.

-Sits in silence as the older women spit venom about the younger generation.

-Definitely didn’t expect this. Wants to leave but too scared to get up.

“Look at that woman, isn’t that the same Dress she wore for my Uncle’s Burial last year?” One of the women snickered.

“Forget her, look at Amara’s son, isn’t he 32 and still unmarried?” Another pointed at the poor guy just having fun on the dance floor.

“Don’t mind him. He thinks he’s getting younger. I heard he even got a Tatoo!” Someone else added.

“Ah! JESUS!”

“Koushi. Make sure you don’t talk to that girl right there, her mother is a witch” yet another lady pointed.

-Koushi wants to leave.

Asahi Azumane

-Harassed by two old women because of his long hair.

-Was told to shave off all his hair and facial hair so he’d look like a respectable fellow😭

One thing about Nigerian weddings is the DRINKS. There’s always gotta be a surplus of drinks, I’m talking 6 drinks per guest, it’s very important to have extra drinks for the guests to take home as well.

-Being the big and scary-looking boy he is, the bride’s mom pulled him to the drinks corner and asked him to ‘guard the drinks’

-Asahi was confused but could not refuse. He thought It wouldn’t be so hard “DO NOT GIVE OUT ANY DRINKS UNLESS ITS TO THE SERVICE STAFF” he was told.

-It was all going fine till 2 thugs came over demanding another 4 cans of beer.

-Politely declines.

-Scared as hell because one of them just started cussing him out in Yoruba.

Yū Nishinoya & Ryūnosuke Tanaka

-in Heaven.

-multitude of girls walking around, looking very pretty.

-Tanaka says he wants to stay faithful to his Goddess but decides to help be his Buddy’s Wingman.

-Tanaka got a pat on the back from two uncles because of his hair.

“Now that’s a real man” they’d nod at him.

-Noya got turned down by most women because he wa considered too short

-Noya gets mistaken for a kid and was asked to Go help the other kids pick money off the dance-floor.

-Tanaka and Noya had unlimited plates of Suya and Barbecue fish.

-They were having the time of their lives

Shoyo Hinata & Tobio Kageyama

-Turned everything into competitions

-Eating contest, Water chugging, Money picking.

- somehow found themselves on the dance floor and the MC made them have a dance off.

-Kags declined. Lmao. You can’t do that at a Nigerian wedding.

-Hinata wins the dance off and they’re both sprayed loads of cash

After the wedding they were both taught how to do legwork and Hinata began brainstorming ways to incorporate it into their quick attack.

Tsukishima Kei

-Having the worst time of his life

-got scolded 3 times for making snarky comments.

-likes the food though

-is being force-fed right next to Tadashi because the Aunties believe he “looks too thin for his age”

-somehow getting marriage proposals left and right because he gets good grades and “would make a good engineer” as the uncles said.

“Tsuku- Tsumu- what’s that your name again? Eat more! I have more Pounded yam for you coming out. Make sure you eat everything on that plate.”

Kei felt like if he took another bite he’d exploded, looked to this friends for help but saw Yamaguchi being force-fed as well.

[hecatemoon87]

Tom Hardy Characters -Relationship Questions - Part II

Go to the link HERE, to read what the OFCs have to say in Part I :)

Leo & Anna (To Leo, With Love) Story in this LINK

What is your favorite personality trait of Anna?

She is so sweet and such a good person. I love Anna, with all my heart.

What is your favorite physical trait of Anna?

Her eyes. They are like gazing into the heavens. I’m telling you, the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

What position does Anna like?

Oh, I’m not sure…I put her in quite a few positions…she never complains though.

What kink is Anna into?

My baby girl really likes being dominated. And I am all too happy to oblige.

How do you turn her on?

I find when I tell her no, she gets fussy and pouty, and, oh god, super sexy. Is this interview over? I need to go see her now…

James & Jendayi (The Devil in Waiting) Story in this LINK

What is your favorite personality trait of Jendayi?

Her intelligence is incomparable to anyone that I know. And, I like that she is fiery, nothing stops her from what she wants.

What is your favorite physical trait of Jendayi?

She is beautiful, like a goddess. I don’t know how to explain, but she is beauty incarnate…and I really like her breasts and ass…

What position does Jendayi like?

She likes it on her hands and knees. The girl likes it deep.

What kink is Jendayi into?

Jenny likes angry sex. She’ll say that I like it, and I do…but anytime she gets really angry, if I spend some time in the bedroom with her, she is calm as a kitten afterwards.

How do you turn her on?

It is very easy to turn her on, most times I just tell her I want sex and her clothes will be off in seconds.

Tommy & Amara (Baby Boy Tommy) Story in this LINK

What is your favorite personality trait of Amara?

Amara is the most compassionate person I’ve ever met. She is a doctor so maybe that comes with the territory…but she makes me feel safe and loved.

What is your favorite physical trait of Amara?

I can’t answer that cause I love everything about her. She has a great body, so curvy and firm…and her pussy…yeah…how many more questions are there?

What position does Amara like?

She likes it from behind, for sure. But I hate when I can’t see her face, I love watching her experience her orgasm. Sexiest thing I’ve fucking ever seen.

What kink is Amara into?

Dirty talk. I’m glad we both like it. We say the most perverted shit to each other in the bedroom and it's hot.

How do you turn her on?

I just give her my puppy dog eyes and she’ll be all over me.

Forrest & Amina (One shots) Story in this LINK

What is your favorite personality trait of Amina?

She’s smart as a whip and doesn’t take no for an answer. I also like how sweet she can be, very caring woman.

What is your favorite physical trait of Amina?

I love Amina entirely, I don’t wanna downplay her beauty by just identifying one trait....okay, fine...I like her bottom...*mumbles*

What position does Amina like?

...I guess…she likes it on top or from behind.

What kink is Amina into?

…these questions are pretty invasive…she…she likes it when I spank her.

How do you turn her on?

She told me when I pout it turns her on. But honestly, I don’t even do anything most of the time and she’s taking off my clothes.

Alfie & Eliana (Head West, To England) Story in this LINK

What is your favorite personality trait of Eliana?

Eliana was hunted by the Russians just like my mother. She starved and hiked through snow for miles before she made her way to England. That’s my fuckin’ Elly.

What is your favorite physical trait of Eliana?

She’s got a great set of tits. I’m telling ya, lovey pair. And her ass…I sometimes take a little bite of a cheek when she isn't paying attention.

What position does Eliana like?

She likes it when I fuck her on her back, then flip her over onto her belly. Damn, when she screams deeper, that will fuckin’ get me goin’.

What kink is Eliana into?

She says she doesn’t like having sex in my office, on me desk, but guess who fuckin’ initiates the whole ordeal each time?

How do you turn her on?

How do I fuckin’ turn me wife on? Look at me mate, do I look like a man you can say no to?

Eddie & Hanvema (Venom: Into the Multiverse) Story in this LINK

What is your favorite personality trait of Hanvema?

Vema is amazing. She’s a warrior from another planet who was exiled by her people and her lover was executed, but she still keeps going. She is physically and mentally the strongest woman I’ve ever met.

What is your favorite physical trait of Hanvema?

Well…she has blue skin, ethereal blue eyes, black raven hair and elf-ears…if I have to pick right now…I like her ears. Cause when I do something that annoys her they twitch like a cute little rabbit.

What position does Hanvema like?

She likes it how she likes it at that moment. If I am in the wrong position she’ll just move me around to fit what she wants at that time. I’m fine with it, honestly I appreciate the direction.

What kink is Hanvema into?

She likes to tie me up…she’s very dominant in the bedroom…it freaks Venom out sometimes.

How do you turn her on?

Vema likes sex right after we’ve had a battle. Hands down, after she kills someone she wants to ride me…and that also freaks Venom out.