#why does art block exist and how do i kill it forever

[thatonebipotato]

art block sucks, here's what i managed to make anyways lmao

[buckyismybicycle]

tangle of lives, lies and limbs [Bucky x Sam x Steve]

title: tangle of lives, lies and limbs -> AO3 Link pairing: AllCaps- Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers rating: ❗explicit, no minors pls tags: light angst, hurt/comfort, threesome, roommates to lovers, bottom Steve, top Bucky, top Sam, oral/anal sex, no refractory period, threesome summary: the simplest solution, really, is for everyone to be Captain America author's notes: I was inspired by some GORGEOUS art, and highly recommend everyone check out:

@thefuzzyaya - O Captain! My Captain! (srsly died at the man bun 😍) @shamserg - Captain America Corps

for @buckybarnesbingo - C1: Captain America/Steve Rogers for @samstevebingo2022: Roommates AU for @winterfalconevents (Bingo): Face-Fucking

“Steve, man, do you even know how to block a punch anymore?” Bucky tuts over Sam’s shoulder while the other man is inspecting the blossoming bruise on Steve’s cheek.

“Of course I do, jerk,” Steve mumbles. He’s still in his suit, sweltering, and it’s uncomfortable. “Can I go now?”

“Go where?” Sam snaps. “To your bedroom? Where I will break your door down and still continue to harass you about your dumb ass taking care of yourself?”

“What he said,” Bucky points at Sam.

“I don’t give the two of you grief when you come back from your missions.”

“That’s ‘cause we know how to block a punch,” Bucky retorts and Sam fistbumps him.

“I need new partners,” Steve decides.

---

The thing is, Captain America is just a symbol. It took way too long for him to realize that as long as a Captain America existed, it didn’t have to be him. Not all the time, anyway.

=== SIX MONTHS EARLIER ===

“This is a terrible idea,” Sam whispers, watching in horror as Bucky slips on the Captain America suit. Luckily for him, he and Steve are more or less the same size, but his hair sticking out from under the cowl makes it very evident it’s not Steve Rogers.

“Look, Steve’s down for the count,” Bucky reasons, tucking in loose strands of hair, making a haphazard mess of it. When said blonde snorts in his sleep, they both look over at the couch, where he’d collapsed a few moments before, frozen until his body has settled again. “He’s running himself ragged out there and the fuckin’ drop is gonna happen in an hour. You wanna wake him up?”

Sam looks at the man, snoring away. Steve only snores that loudly if he’s exhausted. Sam does not want to agree with Bucky, but he kinda does.

“You’re right, Steve should stop killing himself out there.”

“Thank -”

“That’s no excuse for you to do it too, idiot.”

“I’m not out there every day and every night,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Look, if Steve can do it, so can I, alright? In a less inspiring way that involves fewer speeches and more stealth.”

“Just - promise you’ll be careful,” Sam sighs softly before helping Bucky with his stupidly luscious hair. Bucky’s already made up his mind, and Sam would have more luck moving mountains than this man. Lord knows what he did in his past life to be stuck with the two most stubborn people on the entire planet.

“I will,” Bucky agrees before slipping out of their loft. Using the fireplace, because of course. Sam rolls his eyes. Steve doesn’t stir, and Sam hopes he stays that way, so he doesn’t have to explain why his best friend and his suit are missing.

Sam watches Steve’s face, relaxed for the first time in what seems like forever, the lines in his beautiful face softened out.

Sam just sighs to himself in the quiet room, and prays Bucky comes home safe.

=== FIVE MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Jesus Christ, Buck,” Sam hisses as Bucky rolls in through the window. He’s clutching his right arm at an awkward angle, hence the rolling.

“Yeah, yeah, just peek outside and see if I was followed.” Sam dutifully does so and gives Bucky the sign that the coast is clear.

“Dislocated?” He nods at Bucky’s shoulder, where the man is still trying to shift it into place.

“Think so, wouldja lend me a hand?”

And so, this is apparently Sam’s life now, patching up both of his best friends with one none the wiser. He grimaces as Bucky hisses as the bone pops back into place and he does a few test rolls.

“Assholes,” Bucky mutters. “Steve still out?”

“Like a lamp,” Sam confirms.

“Good. I’m gonna wash this thing, Lord knows he doesn’t.”

Sam would be lying if he said that the suit wasn’t made for Bucky just as much as it was made for Steve.

Bucky may or may not catch him staring.

=== FOUR MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Steve? Steve!” Bucky wakes up instantly to Sam’s cry and darts out into the shared common space.

“What happened?”

Sam’s staring down at his phone and then up at Bucky before looking back to his phone. Bucky’s hair is mussed from sleep and had rushed out here so fast he hadn’t put on a shirt or pants but Sam’s not about to get distracted by all that right now.

“Mission went south in Boston, I think - I heard gunshots in the back but Steve - Bucky, where are you going!”

“Boston!” He calls over his shoulder, his heart racing. Steve’s in his uniform which means Bucky falls back on what he knows best. The tactical gear fits him like a glove, familiar in all the best and worst ways, the all-black a chilling, haunting emptiness that he knows to strike fear in people. Good.

“Sam, I hate to ask this of you but -” He cuts himself off when he sees that Sam’s also geared up.

“Let’s go get our idiot,” Sam finishes for him, making for the window to step onto the fire escape. Neither of them are exactly fans of the method, but it’s effective. The first time they’d done this, Sam’s arms had nearly given out from pure exhaustion, before he switched to resting on a building rooftop here and there. They’d tried a few variations - the bridle carry being Bucky’s least favourite - until they’d finally found the best compromise. As long as Bucky kept his position right, Sam could piggyback him, and it left one of Bucky’s hands free to wield a gun, if he chose to (which he almost always did).

With Sam’s phone in hand, he leans into Sam to guide him and Sam - he follows without hesitation. It becomes very obvious where Steve is when they see a burst of colour in the distance.

“Is that warehouse… on fire?” Sam hears Bucky ask, and just grunts in affirmation as he heads towards the glow of yellow and orange in the night. Half the building is rubble by the time they get close enough and Bucky jumps off Sam’s back without a second thought, jarring Sam before he can straighten out.

“No goddamn patience,” he mutters, hearing Bucky’s landing and frantic footsteps. He does a scan of the area, and when there’s no noticeable trace of Steve, he surveys the damage, and gets on the comms to the local police. They’ve been made aware, of course, but they ask if he’ll hang around for a bit, just so the people feel safe.

“Steve!” Sam hears in the distance. His heart pounds as he thinks about the worst case scenario.

“You fucking idiot!” Bucky’s yelling at Steve becomes louder. Sam breathes again, because Bucky may sound angry as shit, but the undertone of thank god, you’re alive is very much present. He knows this tone well, considering Bucky uses it every other day. Steve also knows this tone well, because he sheepishly cowers under Bucky’s furious gaze before letting himself be hugged. If he didn’t have the serum, Sam’s sure he would hear all of Steve’s ribs crack.

He gives a Steve much gentler hug after Bucky calls him a moron one last time.

“You should fly Steve home,” Bucky tells Sam.

“Uh, and what are you gonna do?”

“Run.”

“Buck, do not be ridiculous.”

“I’m fast -”

“I know that, but it’s still over 200 miles, let’s just catch a train or something.”

“Captain America is not going to take a train. Just - get him home, Sam. Patch him up. Please.”

“Um, I’m feeling -”

“SHUT UP!” They both interrupt Steve, and turn to point angry, accusatory fingers. He promptly closes his mouth.

The headlines the next day read CAPTAIN AMERICA BLOWS UP WAREHOUSE IN DRUG RAID.

“What! There weren’t any drugs involved!” Steve cries indignantly. Bucky throws an apple at him from across the table, hard enough that it rips the stupid paper in half. Sam winces in sympathy as he watches the apple hit Steve right in the chest, where the footprint-shaped bruise had just begun fading.

=== FOUR MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Sam -”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“It involves you in Steve’s suit, so the answer is no.”

“It’s HYDRA,” Bucky swallows thickly. “They’re sending him in thinking it’s just a dumb second grade lab, they - he doesn’t have any backup.”

“And neither will you, or did you forget that part?” Sam stares at him incredulously. Bucky stays quiet but Sam’s eyes widen when he sees what he’s about to do. “Bucky, no.”

“Yes,” he responds, eyes steely, as he deletes the email from Steve’s inbox. Bucky’s face shifts into something darker, and Sam has a choice to make. He could tell Steve, which could potentially blow up not just his relationship with Bucky, but also Steve’s. Bucky doesn’t take betrayal too lightly these days and if Steve so much as suggests that Bucky sit this one out… Well.

He doesn’t have that long to think about it because Bucky sets off that very night, while Steve is making a surprise visit to the children’s hospital downtown. Sam only knows because he had purposely been listening for Bucky’s door to open and close. He takes a deep breath and straps his wings firmly on his back.

---

Bucky doesn’t need a whole lot of help, if Sam’s being honest. Not with taking out the base. He was right, of course, it wasn’t just some lab and there was definitely something in the base worth protecting. What Sam does need to be there for, is to bring Bucky back to himself. He doesn’t actually take Steve’s suit this time. The chilling air of confidence in each stride of his black and bloodied combat boots is all too familiar to Sam, the memories causing him to grimace. He knows why Bucky chose to put the muzzle on himself, why Bucky chose to bring the guns that he did.

If it weren’t for the liveliness in his eyes, as feral and rage-filled as it was, Sam could very easily have mistaken him for the Soldier.

In Bucky’s hand is a crunch of metal and wires, like a black box.

“What is that?” Sam asks cautiously as Bucky’s hand still trembles.

“Hydra’s been... Developing something that was close enough to the chair, but a smaller, portable option. They could wipe whoever they wanted at any given time, they just had to test it first.”

The thought of Steve’s mind being scrambled, the thought of HYDRA continuing to take things from him, had made Bucky snap - literally. He crumples every bit of technology in the lab he can lay his hands on, breaks at least one limb of each and every single hostile in his way. It’s a miracle Bucky hadn’t accidentally (or purposely, really), killed someone. The base is empty, broken, and filled with desperate pleas of life and mercy.

Sam had simply followed the trail of broken bodies Bucky left behind, gathering whatever he can salvage as evidence, and finally meets Bucky at the other end of the bunker. He’d cleared the whole thing in his battle frenzy without even realizing it, and Sam watches as Bucky blinks, breathing deeply before looking skyward. There’s something devastating in the way Bucky doesn't speak, and doesn’t take the mask off.

“Let’s get you home,” Sam soothes, his arm around Bucky’s tense shoulders. It’s hard to tell in the darkness and the curtain of wavy chestnut hair, but he’s pretty sure Bucky’s crying. He guides Bucky away from the carnage, where they can breathe in air that doesn’t smell of copper and death. Sam’s sent a beacon out already. Someone from SHIELD will clean it up, and they’ll know it wasn’t Steve here.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispers. “You with me, Buck? C’mon.” The breathing is ragged in his ear, and the shuttering - god, it’s killing Sam.

“Hey, look at me,” Sam tries again. “We’ll keep crushing these cockroaches, time and time again. No matter how hard they try to come back. HYDRA will never hurt you again, you hear me?” Bucky, still unable to form words, just shakes his head - Sam doesn’t know at which part.

“Words, Buck,” Sam encourages. “I need you to tell me you’re here with me. What do you need, sweetheart?”

A half-sob comes out of Bucky’s mouth.

“Just take me home. Please.” Sam is more than happy to do so.

---

Steve’s still not home. Sam’s surprised, and isn’t sure if he should be impressed with how long Steve stays at the hospital or how quickly Bucky can clear an entire bunker by himself. Both, perhaps.

Bucky doesn’t speak the entire way home, his arms wound around Sam’s neck. When they enter their loft, he wordlessly heads straight for his bedroom, and Sam groans inwardly about the bloody footprints he leaves behind.

First thing’s first: he draws a bath for Bucky, warm but not hot, and goes to Bucky’s room to find the brunette sitting on the edge of his bed, head cradled in his hands. Sam kneels in front of him, gently prying Bucky’s arms down. There’s ash and grime on his face, save for the streaks of clean skin where the tears had run down.

“M’gonna take this off now, okay?” Sam’s voice is soft, it always is for Bucky. Rewarded, Bucky stays still when Sam unbuckles the mask, revealing flushed cheeks and a hard scowl.

“Let’s get you in the bath.” It’s not an order or a command, Bucky hates that shit and he knows that Sam knows it. His beautiful, loving Sam. Sam, who is waiting with his open hands for Bucky to make the decision.

He reeks of blood, can still hear the sounds of their screams and… He can still remember feeling glad about it. It makes him feel sick.

He gives a noncommittal hum, which Sam takes that to mean, and he unceremoniously strips his clothes, all the way to his briefs, and throws the entire pile into his bin. The tub’s filled a good portion, and he catches his face in the mirror - the bottom half without a mark while the top half was still grey and soot-covered.

He steps out of his briefs, and steps into the water. He sometimes forgets that it’s not meant to be icy and biting. The warmth spreads as he promptly climbs in and sits down. He’s exhausted enough that he slumps against the tub, head resting back as his muscles appreciate the temperature of the bath.

Meanwhile, Sam cleans any trace that they were involved in anything. He’s rummaging through the fridge for a snack for himself, and something for Bucky, when he hears his name being called out softly.

It’s the first word he’s said in hours. Sam surveys the room, deems it clean enough and goes back to the bathroom. The door’s still open a crack, there’s no real steam in the room anymore but Bucky sits there with a half-gone stare at the water around his knees. The ends of his tresses are damp from where they had dipped into the neck-high water.

“Sorry.” Bucky’s voice is small and apologetic

“It’s alright, Buck,” Sam concedes. They could always talk about it tomorrow, when Bucky could look present and not like he was galaxies away.

“It’s not, but thanks,” Bucky mumbles, thunking his head down on the ledge of the tub.

Sam brushes a few strands back, massaging Bucky’s scalp. He sits like that with Bucky’s half-wet hair and tub of lukewarm water until Bucky looks up at him. This time, the dark clouds in his eyes have cleared, much to Sam’s relief.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Bucky lets his eyes close, a sign of trust and comfort, and lays his head on Sam’s lap. Sam doesn’t even complain that his pants are getting wet. When his starts to ache and the water is cooled, Bucky’s ready to actually shower off and Sam goes to finish his half-assed sandwich. He considers that Bucky must be starving, but in his near-catatonic state, would need something effortless. The combination of things he gathers could be considered questionable, but hey, he’s going for practicality.

Bucky comes out in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips.

“Hungry?” Sam already knows the answer, offering his plate, and watches as Bucky looks between Sam and the door leading to his bedroom. “Can take it to go,” he suggests with a small shrug.

“Thanks,” Bucky mutters, taking the plate and shuffling to his room. He pauses and turns to look at Sam. “You busy?”

The underlying question is clear.

“For you? Never,” Sam jokes easily, even though it’s not really a joke at all. “Be there in a sec.” He gives Bucky a few minutes to put on some clothes before padding into the room. Bucky’s already lounging on the bed on top of the comforter. The TV is playing something that Bucky’s clearly not paying attention to considering his eyes are closed.

“Hey, c’mon, eat up,” Sam encourages as he slips onto the bed beside him. Bucky groans but dutifully pops a grape into his mouth. They’ve been around each other long enough that the silence doesn’t weigh as heavily as it used to, but Sam is intuitive, and he cares for Bucky. A lot.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I wanted to kill them, Sam.” Bucky’s confession comes out steady but quietly. “I can’t even blame it on the Winter Soldier, it was all me.”

“Being back at Hydra couldn’t have been easy, I’m sure it brought up a lot of memories for you.”

Bucky shakes his head sadly. “Wasn’t memories. When I saw what they made… I just thought, what if they hadn’t been stopped? Who would they have gone after?”

“We would never let them even get near you, Buck, you know that -”

“I know,” Bucky interrupts. “I wasn’t actually all that worried about me - I couldn’t help but think: what if they’d gone after Steve? Or you? Hydra just keeps taking and taking, and I don’t know much more I can lose.”

Sam gently moves the plate off the bed to the nightstand before pulling Bucky in closer. “They’re not gonna take anything else away from you. Never again.”

Bucky just stays in Sam’s embrace, muscles slowly relaxing as Sam rubs comforting circles in between his stiff shoulders.

“Hey, Sammy?” His words are kind of slurred against Sam’s collarbone.

“Hmm?”

“Stay?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

And that’s how Steve finds them when he gets home, tangled in each other’s arms on top the blanket.

=== THREE MONTHS EARLIER ===

Surprisingly, it takes people a while to catch on - including Steve.

“Have you lost your mind!?”

“Nope, actually just got it back,” Bucky replies deadpanned. Both Steve and Sam turn to point at him furiously.

“Not funny!” They shout in unison. Bucky thinks it’s kinda funny, so he shrugs.

“Buck, what were you thinking-”

“He wasn’t,” Sam interjects (un)helpfully. Bucky sees he’s on his own on this one.

“I was thinkin’ that you were killin’ yourself and I was tired of watching it happen. What’s the big deal with me helping you every once in a while?”

“You did it behind my back, that’s what the big deal is! And HYDRA? Bucky, of all things! HYDRA?! How long has this been going on for?”

Bucky shrugs and Sam sighs before he tells Steve. “Three months.”

“Three - three months?” Steve’s voice goes uncharacteristically high. He looks at Bucky in disbelief before he turns to Sam. “And you knew?”

“Let the record show that I was heavily opposed to the idea at first,” Sam defends himself, hands in the air. “But Bucky did have a point.”

“He did try to stop me,” Bucky backs Sam up. “And I didn’t give a shit.”

“That he did not.”

“Guys,” Steve breathes deeply. “I appreciate the thought however, I am -”

“Not fine,” Sam and Bucky finish for him.

“I’m fine,” Steve protests, predictably.

“So what, you can be the hero, but I can’t?” Bucky jabs. “What’s the difference Steve? If I’ve been doing this for the past three months and you weren’t any wiser, then why is a big deal now? Nothing’s changed.”

“You don’t understand,” Steve begins to say. “Captain America is a target. A big one. People are always going to be after me.”

“Definitely never had anyone try to kill me before,” Bucky says flatly, blinking at Steve like he was an idiot.

“You know what I mean. And stop trying to make it about you.”

Sam can spot the exact moment that Bucky’s gasket blows and he closes his eyes, knowing what’s about to come.

“About me?” Bucky’s eyes widen in disbelief. “ABOUT ME? This isn’t about me and never has been! You think I want to be a superhero in the spotlight? That sound right to you? I’m starting to think maybe you just don’t want anyone putting the suit on. ‘Cause being Captain America is so important to you, that it can only be you and has to always be you.”

“Being Captain America is what helps me give people hope! It’s because I stand for what’s right, because I stand up for the little guys. So yeah, Buck, it’s important to me.”

“And you’re important to us,” Bucky counters. “But doesn’t seem like that matters, does it?” He turns to storm off into his own bedroom, figuring it’d be better to quarantine himself than, say, smash the kitchen counter into pieces with his fist. But he can’t let it go, he can’t forget the words that Steve had used to slice right through him.

“And what the fuck’s that supposed to mean, anyway? You saying I don’t fight for what’s right? That I don’t stand up for the little guys? Are you fucking serious right now?” Bucky makes it to his room without hearing a peep from the two of them. It makes him feel marginally better when he slams the door and feels the floor shake from the impact.

Steve and Sam awkwardly stand in the kitchen until Bucky’s music starts blaring from inside his room. It’s his way of saying ‘go ahead assholes, talk all you want’ since the doors don’t do anything to block his enhanced hearing.

“Steve -”

“Don’t say it,” the other man mumbles. He runs a hand through his hair, tries to dial back his frustration about the whole situation and flops on the couch.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asks him, looking defeated. It’s not what Sam signed up for, but he tries his best to explain their point of view.

“Because then you would’ve told him to stop, and we probably would’ve had this confrontation three months ago and still end up here in the same position. You want Bucky to stop, he wants you to stop. I don’t really see how either of you is going to come out of this without making a compromise.”

“I just… don’t want him to carry the burden too. Bucky’s done fighting, he said it himself. And now he’s back in because - because what? I couldn’t handle it? That’s bullshit, Sam. It was my decision to put on the suit, and my decision to take up this mantle. I won’t have him trying to protect me or clean up after me like when we were kids.”

“Why didn’t you say that to him?” Sam asks gently.

“Because then he would say, and I quote, ‘I’m not protecting you or cleaning up after you, I’m jus’ trying to help a little’ and I don’t wanna hear it again.”

“First off, great Bucky impression. Nailed it. Secondly, just give yourselves time to cool it, and maybe try to work it out. But you should hear him out. And I think there was a lot he didn’t say too, but maybe you need to hear it.”

“You’re always so good with him, ever since…”

“It’s easier for us, Steve,” Sam reminds him gently. “I don’t have the history you do with him, and he probably feels the same way about us sometimes.”

Steve gives a dry laugh before saying, “you know we used to fight all the time. Bickering, that’s all. He’d get mad that I didn’t finish my food or take my medicine like I was supposed to, I’d get mad at him for getting into scuffles and comin’ home with bloody knuckles. It took a while, but eventually I realized it was just over us worrying about each other.”

“Sounds like nothing’s really changed,” Sam bumps his shoulder against Steve’s.

“Yeah, guess not,” Steve admits quietly. He exhales loudly, his shoulders dropping some of their tension. “Sometimes I think you were sent to me to keep me from falling apart.”

He kisses Sam soft and slow, grateful for the feeling of warmth and comfort. “Come lay with me for a bit?”

“You’ll talk to him tomorrow?” Sam asks when they part.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll make it right.”

“Good,” Sam responds, capturing Steve’s lips again. He lets Steve relax under his touch before they get up to go to Steve’s room.

When Sam finally settles in for bed, Bucky must hear something on the other side of the wall.

The music does dial down a bit, though Bucky still has it playing to try and drown out his own thoughts.

---

Being Captain America is what helps me give people hope! It’s because I stand for what’s right, because I stand up for the little guys.

He can’t deny it, it hurt for Steve to say that. Saying it implied that Steve didn’t think he could do it - hold up Captain America’s ideals. That he just wasn’t Captain America material. Bucky thought about the first time he’d seen Steve as Captain America - in Azzano.

I thought you were smaller. He’d been shocked at Steve’s transformation. It hadn’t sat well with him at the time because he knew it hadn’t been natural, whatever it is that they did to him. Steve was perfect before, and Bucky didn’t understand why Steve would ever need to be - to look - different. But Steve had always wanted to fight the good fight. The countless failed attempts to join the war probably only fueled Steve further until one day he was given his miracle solution. After that, Bucky had done his best to be happy for his friend. Even with his doubts of this serum, seeing Steve be confident in himself in this new light - that was something he’d never seen. So he’d kept his mouth shut.

He’d always supported Steve, never wavered on that, not even for a moment… when he was in control. Hell, even some part of the Winter Soldier caught onto that fact.

Stop making it about you. Being Captain America is what helps me give people hope.

Bucky tries to close his eyes and go to sleep - he’ll talk with Steve tomorrow.

---

When Sam wakes the next morning, Bucky’s music still plays softly from his room. He wonders briefly if Bucky had even slept, given the soldier’s terrible track record. It doesn’t help that Bucky has a tendency to overthink.

Sam: Are you awake in there?

The message stays on ‘Delivered’ but not read, so Sam lets him be. He had been wondering whether or not the other two had spoken last night after everything but from the way Steve’s shoulders are bunched as he slaps around at his cereal, Sam guesses no.

“Morning,” he says tentatively.

“Hey,” Steve replies, head still hung low.

“Sleep okay?” He asks, even though the exhaustion is written clearly on his face.

“Not really,” the other man admits. “I just - I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I know that you don’t like getting in the middle.”

They can’t do anything except try to get on with their day, so when Steve’s head snaps up to look in the direction of Bucky’s door some time later, Sam discreetly slides off the barstool with his oatmeal.

And because he’s a nosy fucker, he leaves his door open a crack to make sure there would be a peaceful resolution. He catches snippets of their conversation, and from the low murmuring and hushed whispers, it was safe to say that there would be no bloodshed or broken friendships. Only when he hears the distinct sound of a moan and a breathy begging to be taken to bed does he close his door.

=== TWO MONTHS EARLIER ===

“Can you believe Steve’s actually locked his suit up,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Like I wanna do his stupid dirtywork.”

“Maybe it’s better this way, Buck,” Sam shrugs beside him, scrolling through Netflix. “You guys only just talked this out, why do you wanna get back to it so bad?” Bucky’s silently picking at a thread in one of their cushions.

“Iunno, Sam, I liked the way you were lookin’ at me when I had the suit on though,” Bucky teases with a wicked grin.

“Maybe we can convince Shield to make you your own suit,” Sam jokes. “And they just cut off right here.” He traces his finger across the top of one of Bucky’s thighs.

“Funny,” Bucky deadpands before moving to lay on top of Sam.

“Might distract the bad guys though?”

“What if it distracts you instead?” Bucky nips up the side of Sam’s neck.

“I never said it wouldn’t,” he replies, sighing happily when Bucky picks him up to take him to bed.

=== ONE MONTH EARLIER ===

“Let me get this straight,” Fury looks between the three of them. “You… You all want to be Captain America?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve answers proudly.

Fury looks between Sam and Bucky standing next to him.

“With all due respect, Shield is running Steve ragged. He won’t say no, and we know the work is important, so unless there’s another solution, we’ve agreed to step in to assist where we can,” Sam confirms.

Bucky stays silent as Fury takes their proposal in mind.

“And how, exactly, do we keep that contained? First it’s three Captain Americas, then why not more?”

“Tell them you’ve filled your quota,” Bucky snarks and Sam looks down to his shoes to hide his grin.

“Sir, I think it’s a smart move. I…” Steve squirms uncomfortably as the other two stare at him. “I haven’t always been the best at asking for help. But the Avengers are busy and we’re rebuilding. I could use their help, and I respect their decision to remain private. I can stay the face of Captain America and they’ll…”

“Provide support when needed,” Sam fills in, the same time Bucky says “help from the shadows”.

Fury looks like he’s a second from having an aneurysm, but he’s smart enough to pick his battles.

“I’ll think about it.”

Steve decides that he’s busy, while Fury thinks about it. Two weeks later, two brand new suits are delivered, one with darker sleeves and more blue, the other with more white on the chest and shoulders.

To Sam’s disappointment, Bucky’s suit does not cut off mid-thigh.

=== PRESENT DAY ===

They can tell when it gets really bad, when Fury gives up on all protocol and orders all three of them into the field and they’re a perfect blur of dancing on the field and in the air, the shield tossing between all three like it were just a mere game of frisbee.

The unexplainable rush of adrenaline and serotonin carries them through the battle - and right into the bedroom.

“So good, Stevie,” Bucky breathes hotly into Steve’s ear as he works out the zipper on Steve’s suit. “So good, shoulda seen yourself.”

Steve shivers as his suit comes undone, and Sam’s hands reach around him from behind to peel the suit down the rest of the way.

“Mmmm, he’s right. Always such a hero,” Sam plants kisses down his neck while Steve leans his head back to give Sam more room.

“Heroes deserve to be rewarded,” Bucky continues. Steve is already starting to lose his words as Sam’s slide down to his ass, and Bucky’s pulling his nipples between sharp teeth.

His hands remember their job as they unbuckle the harness across Bucky’s chest. He moans at the loss of Bucky’s hands on him, when they reach behind Steve to undo Sam’s belt.

Steve loves the rush of tangled limbs and tongues sliding across sweat-slicked skin like this. He loves when Sam kisses all the way down the knobs of his spine and the way Bucky licks into his mouth.

When he comes home, he is free. He’s free to close his eyes and melt into their arms, where the outside world doesn’t exist.

“Mmf,” he groans as Bucky sucks on his tongue before finally taking Steve out of his briefs, slipping the last article of clothing off. Steve clambers at the neckline of Bucky’s suit, but loses coordination when Bucky lifts him up by the back of his thighs.

He can hear Sam’s soft muttering about super soldiers before Bucky sits on the bed, lapful of a very needy Steve. Sam re-enters the fray behind Steve, letting his body push Steve further onto Bucky, who’s only half out of his suit. Sam evidently stripped himself because every part of them touching is warm with Sam’s touch.

Steve’s hands trail down Bucky’s abs as he hungrily kisses Bucky, who’s eagerly reciprocating. Sam leans over, plastering Steve to Bucky, as he reaches in the nightstand drawer for lube.

“Mm, you gonna get him ready for us?” Bucky directs his question over Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course,” Sam snorts before his hands reach under Steve to tug at the remainder of Bucky’s clothes. “First, let’s get you out of these”

“Ya damn angel,” Bucky says happily, lifting his hips for Sam, and grinding against Steve’s cock in the process. “Stevie, you ready?”

“Unnnnnnng,” is the reply Steve gives when Bucky’s bare cock brushes against his.

“I think that’s a yes,” Sam teases, popping the lid of the lube open. “I’m gonna get you nice and ready for our cocks.”

Bucky is content to lean back against the headboard as Sam straightens Steve out so they’re back-to-chest, and Bucky rubs encouraging circles into Steve’s hips as Sam opens him up. Bucky loves the way Steve flushes so perfectly, pink all the way past his neck to the top of his chest, the thick coarse hair across his pecs and tapering towards his thinner waist.

Steve’s hole is always eager for the first finger, and it takes almost no effort. Sam knows how impatient Steve is, and he also knows by now the pace he needs to keep despite Steve’s insistence to “keep going”. He slips the second finger in with relative ease, enjoying Steve’s rocking motions to fuck himself on Sam’s fingers. As a reward, he bites marks all along Steve’s shoulder and neck, each one drawing a gasp from the blonde.

Bucky spits in his hand and takes both their cocks so that Steve’s rocking motions rub against his hardening length. Sam moves up to three fingers, drawing a moan from Steve and Bucky licks his lips in anticipation.

“Come on, Sammy, before I die of old age please,” Bucky begs.

He picks up the pace as Sam continues to scissor his fingers inside Steve. Sam watches in fascination as Steve’s hole greedily sucks in the fourth finger too, the resistance growing stronger now. This time, Sam has to take his fingers out to work the lube in before returning his whole hand to Steve.

“Fuck, what a sight,” Sam groans happily. Taking both his hands now, he hooks two fingers around Steve’s rim and pulls to see the deep red fluttering cavern, hungry for cock.

“Fuck him good, Sammy,” Bucky orders. “I wanna see you fuck him so hard his tits bounce.”

Steve whines, and Sam lines himself with Steve’s entrance, pushing in slowly.

“You feel like a dream, baby,” Sam coos, hands on Steve’s hips to steady the super soldier as he rocks in and out slowly, pulling all sorts of noises from Steve.

“You both look like a damn dream too,” Bucky adds, eyes dilated and devouring the sight of them.

“M - More, p - please” Steve pants between the sharp thrust of Sam’s cock pushing the air out of his lungs.

“Hang on,” Sam chides, sliding out of Steve and shuffling them further up Bucky’s body. Sam reaches for Bucky’s cock and jerks as best he can at his angle.

“Oh, fuck, angel,” Bucky moans, fingers digging into Steve’s thighs bracketing his torso. Sam is a man on a mission as he expertly runs his thumb along Bucky’s slit, causing him to jerk.

“Come on, gimme one right now, it’ll drive Steve mad,” Sam teases and Bucky closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Sam’s slick, quick hand. Steve is doing his best to get the attention back on himself, lifting his ass and rubbing back on Sam’s hand and Bucky’s cock like a cat in heat.

“Yeah, yeah, keep going, Sammy,” Bucky breathes. “Faster.”

Sam obeys immediately, reveling in how needy both soldiers are. He loves the difference in their hunger, where Steve wants any touch, anywhere, soft at first and Bucky -

Bucky wants to come hard enough the first time that he’s practically boneless so he doesn’t take out his feral need to fuck out on them, and while Steve might be able to handle it, Sam very much cannot. So, he jerks Bucky to the point where his forearm almost aches and is rewarded with Bucky’s hips snapping up, almost bucking Steve off of him. A spurt of jizz hits Steve’s balls before splattering across Sam’s hand and Bucky’s legs tremble as Sam keeps working his oversensitive cock.

“Come on, that ain’t it, I know that ain’t it,” Sam urges, squeezing and grinning as Bucky just continues to come all over Sam’s hand. “Fuck, that’s never gonna stop being hot.”

“Sam,” Steve begs hoarsely, ass in the air.

“Yeah, baby, I got you,” Sam consoles, taking himself in hand and pushing himself back into Steve, Bucky’s spunk smeared across both of them.

“There we go, takin’ me so good, hm?” Sam goes as deep as he can, Steve’s ass flushed against his pelvis. Instead of a response, Steve groans and pants against Bucky’s mouth between their hurried kisses, all teeth and tongue. Bucky’s got a harsh grip on Steve’s short blonde strands on one hand, the other clasped around Steve’s wrists that are behind his back.

“Fuck, yes,” Sam exhales, his own hand coming to join Bucky’s, pinning Steve to the brunette underneath. Incredibly turned on by the heated make out session beneath him, Sam skips the build up and starts to fuck Steve in earnest. He wants to come to the sound of Steve’s moans Bucky keeps drawing out and the raspy whispers of “so good for us Stevie, so good” that fall from Bucky’s lips.

“M’close,” Sam breathes, heart racing. Bucky gets that wicked look in his eyes and makes eye contact with Sam before turning to Steve.

“Come on, Sam, it’s my turn,” he insisted with a smirk. “Can’t you find somewhere else to stick your dick in.” For added emphasis, he smacks Steve’s ass, hard enough it jiggles around Sam’s dick.

Sam likes the way Bucky thinks, so he brings himself right to the edge before pulling up abruptly, grasping the base of his cock in hopes of keeping himself contained.

Steve, despite his enhanced stamina, relies mostly on Bucky to get rolled over on his back. Hastily, Bucky pulls Sam in for a bruising kiss before yanking Steve by the ankles in the middle of the bed how he wants. Sam’s not surprised that Bucky’s still hard despite being the first to get off and looks down to see Steve’s baby blue eyes swallowed up by the black blow-out pupils. Steve’s lips are red and swollen from Bucky. Sam knows exactly what Bucky was setting them up for and god, does he want.

Bucky settles in between Steve’s legs, hauling those thick thighs upward. He revels in the firm muscle he gets to dig his fingers into, especially when he pushes into Steve like he’s been dying to do since they came home. Steve groans so loudly, the bed just about vibrates, and it drives Bucky all the way home. Sam watches a wince flash across Steve’s face before it’s back to his lax, blissful state.

Sam swings his leg over Steve’s head to straddle the blonde’s face and watches as Steve eagerly opens his mouth, allowing Sam to slot his cock in perfectly inside. He pins Steve’s arms beneath his shins, and gasps as the wet heat envelops him down to the hilt. At the same time, he hears Bucky’s grunting and feels the vibrations from Steve’s groans shoot all the way up to the base of his dick.

“Go on then,” Sam taps Steve’s cheek, and watches in awe as Steve starts to suck his cock like it was all he was made to do. In his fervor, Steve chokes and pulls back, but not before swirling his tongue around Sam’s shaft. Sam is content to let Steve try to bob his head along, giving the smallest thrusts just to keep him right on the edge. When he comes close to coming, he grabs Steve’s face in his hands to slow the movements, keeping his cock in the delicious heat of Steve’s mouth.

Steve takes short breaths through his nose, his hair a messy halo around his wide-eyed face, red from exerting himself.

“You think he was a good enough boy to deserve to come?” Bucky asks from behind Sam, enjoying the view in front of him.

“I think he’s been very good,” Sam decides.

“Lucky you,” Bucky says to Steve this time, and while Sam can’t see it, he can hear the way Bucky jerks Steve off, furiously and slicked with Steve’s own precome. Steve’s been so pent up that his jaw clicks with an effort to keep from biting down on Sam. Riled up, again, Sam begins to bear down on Steve’s mouth, driving his cock in as far as it’ll go. Then, Sam feels a hot splash on his back like a tramp stamp.

Steve whimpers, the sound muffled by Sam’s throbbing cock, as Bucky returns to pounding into him mercilessly. The force of Bucky’s pistoning is enough to lure Sam closer and closer, but he just wants to bask in this feeling, even if his legs ache and he’s sure that Steve’s lost all feeling in his arms from being pinned. Too bad for him, Bucky has other plans.

“Jeez, what’re you holding out for,” Bucky drawls with a hint of that Brooklyn accent he knows Sam goes nuts for. Sam feels the cool metal push him forward, causing him to steady himself on his hands.

“Stevie, be a good boy and spread Sammy open for me, wouldya?”

Steve’s hands are big and rough, sliding up Sam’s toned thighs to grab a handful of ass in each. It’s Sam’s turn to shudder from the anticipation.

He feels Steve’s cooling spunk run down his back, between his asscheeks where Steve’s pried them apart, immediately followed by Bucky’s hot breath.

“Bu - hng!” Sam nearly swallows his tongue when Bucky’s stubble scrapes against his sensitive skin to lap at his whole, cleaning Steve’s mess at the same time. He jerks, his dick popping out of Steve’s mouth, bouncing heavily.

Sam has no idea what contortionist bullshit Bucky has to pull in order to keep fucking into Steve while assaulting his ass with such a talented tongue, but his willpower is no match. He grips his cock just in time to direct it at Steve’s mouth, open to pant harshly while he gets railed.

“Open up,” Sam demands, brimming with lust. It’s not like Steve has any choice, really, he’s just doing his best to gasp in air greedily.

“Yes, yes,” Steve begs, eyes bright and shining as Sam finally lets himself burst, ropes of come splattering across Steve’s face and into his hair. His muscles burn as he shifts, Steve’s arms coming loose, limply stroking Sam’s sweat-slicked skin.

“C’monbuck,” Steve slurs in his near-delirium. He can’t do much with his arms except clutch the sheets beneath him, his cock heavy with interest again.

Sam would help, really, except he’s wiped and honestly, he’s just enjoying the show. He loves when Bucky’s hair gets wild like this, in a fight or in the bedroom. Bucky’s flush isn’t as obvious as Steve’s with his tanner skin, but it still travels down his toned chest and Sam loves the deeper blue of Bucky’s eyes, dark with mischief and lust, laser-focused on his objective.

His hand is in a loose fist around Steve’s cock while he continues his harsh pace before his voice drops an octave.

“Come again, Stevie. Fucking gimme all of it.” He quickens his pace on Steve’s cock, fist tightening, and Steve's legs shoot up, tired of cramping and tensing from the strain.

Steve’s always been a sucker for following Bucky’s instructions, he comes almost instantly all over Bucky’s hand, a miniature flood runs down Bucky’s knuckles.

If Sam were a super soldier, he’d be ready to come again just watching as Bucky, as feral as he is, licks the back of his hand lewdly and buries himself to the hilt, a long drawn-out groan coming from his throat as he no doubt spills endlessly into Steve.

The three of them are undoubtedly a mess, boneless and happy, sprawled across the bed in a tangle of limbs. Bucky shuffles in behind Steve, making Sam pull the blonde closer to him to make space, and somehow they all fit like it was meant to be.

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #241: DARK ANGEL!

March, 1984

The Magical Menace of MORGAN LE FEY!

Hey, uh, Morgan. The pink dimension looks like its bad for your skin? You might want to see a dermatologist?

Also, stop squeezing She-Hulk! She’s not a novelty toy and her eyes don’t pop out in any way you’d want.

Oh! The Avengers book has gone from The Avengers to the Mighty Avengers again. Wonder why.

Anyway.

Last time on As the Avengers Turn: The Avengers get a call from San Francisco that Jessica Drew Spider-Woman is in a coma. Also, that Jessica Drew Spider-Woman is a person they know. They’ve forgotten. The whole world has forgotten because Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman had a wizard mind wipe the world of her existence after she went back in time and shoved Morgan Le Fey out of a tower.

Dammit, what is it with spiders and mindwipes??

The ghost of Morgan is keeping Jessica’s mind separate from her body, hoping to get her revenge by killing Jess and then stealing her body to revive herself.

The Avengers call in Dr Strange and World’s Best Biophysicist Hank Pym to help deal with Coma Jess (but not that one) and some of Jess’ friends like Tigra and the Shroud are also hanging around.

This time on Avengers of Our Lives:

Running and shouting in the hospital? Jessica Drew may be at stake but common courtesy is still a thing!

This random assortment of everyone who wasn’t already in the hospital room rushes towards the hospital room but finds that there’s some manner of glowing barrier blocking the entrance.

Doctors and nurses bang on the glow fruitlessly and Wasp joins them in that by blasting it to no effect.

Wasp: “Hmmm, my Wasp’s sting can blow a good-sized hole in any ordinary wall! This is a bother!”

You’ve kinda scaled back from bragging you could blow up a house, Jan.

Tigra goes to scratch the glowing barrier and just falls right through it.

Cue pratfall noise.

After some frightening expressions from She-Hulk, Wasp and She-Hulk figure hey maybe we can just go right through too!

And they doooo!

Shroud feels some resistance from the barrier but when he thinks about how worried he is about Jessica Drew, the barrier lets him through.

Meanwhile, the assorted medical staff still can’t get in hah

Inside, the heroes learn that the barrier was put up by Dr. Strange to keep out medical staff. Those trained professionals will just get in the way.

Scarlet Wanda the Witch also recaps for the people who weren’t in the room what happened last time with Spider-Woman’s ghost trying to reunite with her body but bouncing off and becoming a photo negative. And that if they can’t jam her spirit back into her meat, Jessica will be left a mindless vegetable foreverrr.

Also, Jessica’s vital signs are fading fast and Dr. Strange is needing to put a lot of attention to keeping Jessica’s astral form together.

It will be up to someone else to investigate!

Dr. Strange: “Whatever force is behind this, it must be incredibly powerful!”

Morgan, helpfully showing her entire hand: “Power?! Hah! You cannot begin to comprehend the extent of my  power!”

It will be up to nobody to investigate because Morgan Le Fey is going to just broadcast her involvement, turning Dr. Strange’s barrier into a wide-screen tv.

Morgan Le Fey: “Hear me, mortals -- I am Morgan Le Fey, and I was all but supreme in the arts of sorcery, centuries before you were born! I shall not brook any interference in my quest for revenge upon Jessica Drew... she who called herself Spider-Woman!”

Morgan lays out all her grievances viz being pushed out a window by Jessica and her evil schemes ie stealing Jessica’s body but She-Hulk is She-Hulk and less than impressed.

She-Hulk: “You think we’d let you just waltz in and take over somebody else’s body?!”

Morgan Le Fey: “If you are wise, yes!”

She-Hulk: “No way, sister! And as for striking us down... I’d like to see you try!”

Morgan Le Fey: “Hah-ha-ha-hah-ha! Very well! But first -- let us have a bit of... fun!”

And Morgan summons a bunch of evil beasties and tendrils and pink beads strung together through the portal at the heroes.

Dammit She-Hulk, you antagonized the magic lady!

Dr. Strange blocks some of it but he’s still mostly tied up with keeping Jessica’s soul alive sooooo someone else get on this.

So someone else gets on it. The Avengers and other superheroes leap to fight these random spell effects as they do best. Mostly by punching. And there’s some blasting.

Shroud finds that the darkness he controls seems to disorient the creatures Morgan summoned. Handy!

But they’re just holding the line there and if they keep playing defensive, Jessica Drew is going to die since Morgan is blocking her soul from her body. So they need to take the battle to Morgan.

Thankfully Janet “Magic is a little out of the Avengers’ line” van Dyne has a plan.

The mystical window Morgan le Fey was doing magic through suddenly clouds up with Shroud’s darkness. She blows away the darkness with demon winds, as ya do, but when the winds clear away the darkness, bam, Scarlet Witch, She-Hulk, Shroud, and Starfox!

Morgan turned Dr. Strange’s barrier into a window so he turned her window into a door. Fair’s fair.

And Wanda instantly manipulates the probability of Morgan falling on her ass.

Good.

Starfox flies forward to finish Morgan off but this is page 10 not page 20mumble so Morgan blasts the hapless space idiot.

Morgan Le Fey: “I don’t care how powerful you mortals think you are! I am Morgan Le Fey! No one, not even Merlin himself, could contain me forever!”

Getting punched off a tower and disintegrating was a minor inconvenience!

Meanwhile, everyone who didn’t go through the barrier window door is still in the hospital room fighting off Morgan’s spells because yes she can fight several heroes on the astral plane while also maintaining a bunch of spells in another dimension.

Even Dr. Strange has to admit that she’s very powerful.

We do get a nice follow-up on Tigra’s time on the Avengers though as Captain Marvel’s determination in the face of spooky magic inspires Tigra.

Tigra: Incredible! This stuff has her nearly as spooked as it has me, but she’s working real hard not to show it! Somehow, that makes it easier to fight this stuff! But I still don’t like it!

Wasp assists World Famous Biophysicist Hank Pym as he monitors Jessica Drew’s vitals. No time for post-divorce awkwardness, Jessica Drew is at stake! And at risk of dying soon due to the stress of all of this.

Meanwhile, back in New York at Avengers Mansion, Captain America comes home from his solo adventures. Apparently he hasn’t heard about Vision the Great and Powerful hologram head because he’s confused.

Vision explains and then Hawkeye comes in and explains in smaller words and Cap is like Oh I See.

And then a computer in the communications center explodes. As one doesn’t.

Vision: “I really must apologize for that sudden overload in the monitor systems. It’s nothing to get alarmed about, though!  I’ve rerouted that screen’s functions through a back-up system! No need to worry... I have everything taken care of! Everything!”

Dubious Cap: “Yes... I’m sure you have Vision.”

But Hawkeye pulls Cap away from his skeptical stare to take him to meet Mockingbird.

Vision: That power surge was similar to the one I detected previously -- but this one was even more powerful! The monitor overloaded before I could get a fix on it! But I msut find the source of this mysterious energy! I must! Anything capable of generating such power could upset all of my plans! And that must not be!

Hmm, I’m not sure what that power surge thing is. Could be Secret Wars lurking around the horizon... the time period is right. But more to the point, Vision, ‘that could upset all my plans’ isn’t something superheroes tend to say/think! That’s kinda ominous!

Back over at the A plot, Morgan Le Fey turns into a giant made out of random bits of terrain, as one does when one is Morgan Le Fey.

Morgan Le Fey: “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN MY DOMAIN! AS YOU WERE ALL FOOLHARDY ENOUGH TO BODILY ENTER THE ASTRAL DIMENSION, I HAVE CREATED MYSELF A BODY WHICH YOU CAN BATTLE... A BODY FORMED FROM THE VERY STUFF OF THIS REALM!”

I don’t appreciate her evil schemes but I admire her energy. She’s villaining good.

Interesting that the cover still gave her ‘made out of random crap’ texture but used her normal colors instead of yellow, orange, and purple. I feel like at that point, just make her look like a normal giant Morgan Le Fey and have it be more representative of what happens than what actually happens.

Anyway.

Forcing Morgan to gigamax means less of her attention is focused on the hospital room which means all her spells there are getting weaker. Unfortunately including the barrier window door which starts shrinking. And unfortunately not including the barrier around Jessica Drew who is now in danger of going into cardiac arrest due to acute soul deficiency.

Dr. Strange decides that now, and not any moment before now, is the time to act. He uses the Eye of Agamotto to make contact with “the captive psyche of the motionless dark angel...”

So there we go. That’s why the issue is titled DARK ANGEL. This one off description of photo-negative Jessica Drew soul.

Personally, I think “The Magical Menace of Morgan Le Fey!” would have made a better title but Roger Stern and/or Mark Gruenwald probably know what they’re doing.

Dr. Strange makes contact with Jessica and empowers her with the Eye of Agamotto.

Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman: “Y-yes, I do feel stronger somehow! But I’m still so... so lost!”

Dr. Strange: “Never fear, Jessica! The light will show you the way home! Follow the light!”

Huuuuuuuuuh. Usually an iffy thing to tell someone in a coma but. I mean. He is a doctor.

But Jessica finds the.... astral winds? Some kind of winds. Which I think represent the barrier Morgan put up to keep Jessia out of her body. Anyway, there are winds and they are too mighty for Jess to make headway against.

AND THEN, MAGNUS.

He roused from Morgan’s sneak attack a bit earlier and now he’s here to narrate his entire backstory.

Because, of course.

Jessica also notes that he looks so pale but he’s the same shade of white as he’s been so I dunno.

Centuries ago, Magnus was but a student sorcerer. Merlin rejected his apprentice application so he became the student and lover of Morgan Le Fey. Because Morgan’s evil. You think she cares about student-teacher ethics?

Magnus was young and in love and convinced himself that all of Morgan’s rants about how much she hated King Arthur was totally not a problem.

And then she found the Darkhold and even Magnus realized ‘oh this isn’t great, is it?’

So he stole the Darkhold, hid it in a tower that those of evil intent could not enter, and then went on the run.

Morgan eventually found him and killed him while he was astral projecting, Magnus having to devise a spell pretty much on the spot to let him continue on as a not-Force ghost.

With great effort, Magnus could visit Earth for brief periods by possessing people. On some of those visits, he met and assisted and fell in love with Jessica.

Magnus: “Jessica, so much that has befallen you has been because of me! Morgan used you to strike at me, even as she used me to strike at you. Yes, and to my shame, I set you ‘gainst her! Because of me, you have existed these past days in a twilight between death and the life you love so much! I have seen people, good people, risking their lives to save you... I could do no less!”

So Magnus uses the last bit of his magic, and his cohesion as a not-Force ghost, to still the psychic winds and let her rejoin her body.

Not bad, Magnus.

You’re still a bit of a creep but good way to go out.

Dark Angel Spider-Woman melds back into Jessica Drew, her vitals stabilize, and she comes out of her coma.

Hooray, Jessica Drew has been undeaded!

In the astral plane, Morgan senses that the Great Jessica Drew Body Caper has been thwarted and she’s miffed.

Morgan Le Fey: “DEMONS OF CHTHON!! MY HOLD ON SPIDER-WOMAN HAS BEEN BROKEN! I CAN SENSE IT! BUT... THIS CANNOT BE!”

And while she’s distracted yelling at nobody in particular, Team Take the Fight to Morgan strikes her good.

Scarlet Witch makes it very probably that a bunch of pink explosions will explode all over her, She-Hulk and Starfox do her some punches, and the Shroud shrouds her face with shrouding darkness.

She-Hulk: “Oh, that jaw is just too tempting a target! Say ‘good night,’ Morgie! You’re gonna be a hit in the landfill business!”

You’re doing great, Jen.

Morgan Le Fey: “You... insolent... WHELP! You cannot defeat Morgan by mere physical might! I shall yet have my vengeance! If Spider-Woman is denied me I shall take your body!”

Ghost Morgan jumps out of giant rock giant Morgan to try to body-jack She-Hulk but Dr. Strange has something to say to that.

He says ‘nah.’

Or more specifically “Flame of Faltine swirl and sunder and turn ‘round this foul exchange! Let yon sorceress stay rock-bound... by the power of Doctor Strange!”

Which. To be honest. Is much cooler.

Makes sense though. He was tied up keeping Jess’ soul together for most of the issue. Not having to do that anymore meant he could slip in and punk Morgan.

She’s less than pleased.

Morgan Le Fey, from inside a giant disembodied rock version of her own head: “You’ll live to rue this day, Doctor Strange! From this day forward I am your sworn enemy!”

To be fair, you two would have wound up at odds eventually anyway if you insisted on being magical and evil so I don’t know how much remorse he’s feeling about thwarting you now. Probably none.

Anyway. Dr. Strange hurries everyone through the barrier window door portal before he runs out of effort to keep it open.

Back in Jessica  Drew’s hospital room, Hank Pym announces the cost of getting uncancelled like she was.

Hank Pym: “The ordeal you went through caused some radical changes in your body chemistry. I’m afraid that your life as Spider-Woman is over... No more sticking to walls, no more venom blasts! From now on, you’re just a normal woman!”

Okay. So, her book got cancelled and she was killed off and written out of memory. Back in June, 1983. But now in March, 1984, that death and so on is being retconned. Jessica gets to be alive again!

So why does she lose her powers?

Well. She failed the sales test. And she was originally created to squat a trademark. And Marvel only puts so much support behind their trademark squatters. If all that matters is that someone is squatting the trademark rather than the character itself, it made more sense to Marvel to cycle through characters rather than supporting something that is losing them money.

It happened to Mar-Vell (death April, 1982) to give us Monica Rambeau instead (August, 1982). And now its happening to Jessica Drew. Her time as Spider-Woman is up because Marvel is just going to try another take on the concept. Julia Carpenter, coming soon.

Of course, you can’t keep a good Jessica down, either. Kind of like when Reed Richards makes any definite statement, Hank Pym’s assertion that Jessica has been rendered powerless is going to be proven not entirely true.

Either way, Jessica is too thrilled to be alive to fuss about losing her powers. She’s going to continue private detecting even if its harder without superpowers!

Hm. Jessica Jones being a rated M for Mature expy of Jessica Drew becomes more and more obvious.

Anyway.

The Spider-Woman may be gone, but for Jessica Drew a bright new life beckons!

Yay!

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[dog-day-morning]

YOU OWE THEM NOTHING

People can be self-righteous when it comes to what they think God is supposed to do if, and when they call on Him. God is not a genie in a bottle that you rub, and a jinn pops out granting you 3 or 300 wishes. The saying faith without works is dead can be applied here. Have you ever heard of or read the book Daniel Webster and the devil? This tall tale or folklore legend was about a man who made a deal with old Slew Foot, and when it was time to pay up he had 2nd thoughts. Satan never plays fair. He's forever putting us in positions where we find ourselves desperate for a quick solution to a temporary problem that only leads to a difficult end. The Latin term for buyer beware is caveat emptor, and Satan knows how to spell. The power of a wicken comes from their basic weapon of spelling or casting spells by word of mouth. Even the Bible tells us that “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” Tell that to a Nicolaitan. Those who make deals with the most unclean should expect to suffer in the end. Never trust the father of lies who deals in treachery, and deceit. I look back at my mother's life and wonder if God had ever intervened for her, and fought her battles that surely He and only He would be able to deliver her from, and He has. Life is hard, for many it’s a nightmare that’s ongoing. Satan comes to you when you're at your weakest or most vulnerable in the hopes of snaring your soul into eternal suffering. Jesus comes to deliver us from death, sin, and temptations that confuse us in our trek towards His truth. If you have any aspirations of entertaining people with your gifted voice or your talent for playing lead guitar, don’t sign a contract that promises you the world only to find out you owe them your sweet ass which a man of honor wouldn't consider let alone make you cosign your body for their horn dog appeasement.

Revelation 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

You're abundantly rich in spirit Yacob. Now’s the time to claim your position. These bastards have taken everything from you leaving your ancestors nothing but dust. If they could remove us off the face of the Earth they would. They're plotting to do so as you and I breathe, that's why the Father never sleeps. They are demon spawns who say they worship, and believe in God, but whose god, and what righteous god tells you to destroy a people with his blessing knowing what the children of Japheth have done to them historically? The spawns of Satan want your penuche, mouth, titties, and a-hole for their pleasure along with your talent that Justin Timberlake does not have. The new faces of R&B do not look like the people I grew up listening to or the race of people whose songs left an everlasting impression on my bleeding heart that helped me through my ill-fated, miserable existence. Robin Thicke, Christina Aguilera, K-Pop, the BackStreet Boys, and New Kids on the Block. Some of these groups are defunct, but they’re cranking out as many as they possibly can like Justin Bieber, and Demi Lovato. I just saw on YouTube where people were considering if Elvis Presley was Black, WTF?!! He was the biggest culture thief that Dr. Frankenstein, AKA Colonel Parker ever created. Man is cruel; Satan is a whole other type of bastard you shouldn’t entertain. I'm retarded. Some call me an idiot savant. YO MOMMA!!! People are blessed by the Father who has blessed many of us with gifts. There are many of you whom God has endowed with multiple talents that people would sell their soul in order to possess just one. If you're anointed by God to sing like Aretha Franklin may He lead you to sign with a label like Brother Carl Crawford's who won't make the same mistake he did with a very popular artist at this moment. More than likely you'll sign a contract entrusting your talent, blessing, and soul to the most unclean ones. Ain’t a reason in hell you should bow down or bend over for a leach like Mr. Friedman so he can butt bone your a-hole while enriching himself off your God given talents. God blesses those who seek him out, and those that don’t. I don’t know if Eddie Murphy went to Church, and sowed an offering every Sunday to God praying that the Father would make him the highest paid comedic actor in his prime. Richard Pryor was anointed in the womb to be the most blessed comedic talent, and influential comedian to ever walk this Earth bar none yet he and Mr. Murphy pursued their dreams in different ways with both of them becoming world renown. I'm inclined to ask, was it worth it?

Mark 8:36

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

The synagogue of Satan isn’t a trending pop culture manifestation that’s to be esteemed, cherished, or envied. These cults are trying to maintain a stranglehold on a world that’s not meant for them or their sort. People who play with Ouija boards or childhood games like Bloody Mary, and light as a feather are ushering dark spirits into their homes leaving their loved ones exposed to something sinister. Get the hell away from me and mine unless you're my sister, AKA Ms. Skunk Funk, who needs to get the crust burnt off her musty, dusty drawers. The whore of Don Juan has a death wish. Explain to me how running with the devil beats walking with God?

Isaiah 59:7

7 Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.

This Nation was built on our ancestor’s blood, sweat, and relentless faith. Believe me when I say there's strength in every tear. I pray to God that I don’t shed anymore of them. Their wealth is not. It's a stolen Promise that the Father shall reward His children with. Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. The most glaring, and frustrating example that is also bitter and disheartening I can give you is our Promised Inheritance called Yisrael that the gentiles are squatting on. When a person or in this case a tribe or race of people believe in their own lies they've become reprobate; they're lost.

Revelation 3:9

9 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

This is what all of Esau's children fear. It's why the bland, colored people of the world are flipping over the Earth's axis, and killing us without any probable cause. They are a lawless people who've displayed their lack of empathy, and humanity for anyone save their own breed, they behave like blood hounds. I've become content with this planet being void of water (Holy Spirit.) Black people suffer from a social disorder called the crab bucket mentality. We hate to see anyone rise up, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them down or discourage them. That person may possess something that can benefit the collective, who cares. He who possesses that blessing needs to haul tail ASAP before the winter comes knowing the Father will bless him, and a downtrodden people beyond their wildest dreams. This is why Yeshua, and His Father call us children. It's why I pray, and bemoan to the Father daily that He slays me, putting the fear of the Lord in the heathen and His Son Christ Jesus uses us for His purpose. God doesn't need us, we need Him. He's given us so much power, and authority. When you acquire it, use it for something other than satisfying your sinful, carnal, flesh minded desires. Men, don't behave like horn dogs, and women do not behave as Aholah, and Aholibah, 2 whores.

Numbers 32:24

24 Build you cities for your little ones, and folds for your sheep; and do that which hath proceeded out of your mouth.

Out of thine own mouth you have power to tread over snakes and scorpions. You can exorcise demons and devils out of your present life braking generational curses which is what I' want for a family that's disowned me. To God be the glory. God is telling us to declare a thing, and claim it. What a mighty, just God we serve. Your tongue will become a weapon to use against the lawless ones who use theirs recklessly in their attempts to get us arrested or murdered by local, and federal authorities. You can call it giving them a taste of their own medicine, it isn't. You're reclaiming what they've taken, stolen, including those of us they've murdered.

Isaiah 54:17

17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Speak positive prayers out loud if you can. If you live with your family or have a roommate pray in the closet. You'll have favor with God that many people won't. They rebuked the Lord, and their anger did tear perpetually, and they kept their wrath forever. When they use their privilege, which is what we call it more often than they, comprehending they’re fully aware knowing they use it with a Demonic, driven hatred. They persecute Black men, women, and children for reasons that are not godly, and the Father does not condone. They, and all the Earth will have to answer for our individual sins against the Father in the end.

Luke 10:19

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

We don’t worship the same god as they do. They're praying to a god to erase us off the face of the Earth. Why hasn't he?.

Exodus 1:12

12 But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were grieved because of the children of Israel.

Their birth rate is dropping steadily. For the first time in the history of the census they decreased in population globally while indigenous, and other races of people stayed steady or in our case increased. This is the reasoning behind these draconian abortion laws. They're trying to preserve themselves while God is eliminating the Earth of their bloody dominion. God is sending the wicked a message before the storm comes, but no one's listening. Their violence towards us is documented, and more often it's unprovoked. They continue with the guilty until proven worthy of their mercy dogmatic mantra which is racist BS. The Earth will be lulled back to sleep. When they're confident that their world isn't in danger of being challenged by anyone, especially us. That's when God will do things that will scare them right back to the caucasus mountains bringing destruction to those who've touched, bruised, and abused the Apple of His eye. Speak life into your angel spirit, don’t entertain the demon seed that's trying to kill you, and the rest of Earth's indigenous people. You have much authority, use it. Elohim. 9/23/2021

[belit0]

The Beginning of the End

Chapter 1

This is a project I have, where I want to develop two of my most important OCS, Indra’s children. Since Kishimoto did not give us anything about how this beautiful man created the Uchiha clan, I made my own version of the events, and here I come to show you! Plus I’ll add a third OC of mine, Indra’s wife (I did not feel like a [x reader] situation was fitting for this fic)✨🖤

Rating: E

Pairing: [Otsutsuki Indra / FEM OC]

TW: probably tons of them, but I don’t just yet

Thanks a lot to the amazing @art-blocked-gremlin for giving this two boys life!! Check out Art’s blog!!✨🖤🧙🏻‍♀️

Kuro (left) and Hikari (right). Indra’s twins!

An explosion was what woke both brothers up in the middle of the night. The room was lit up with an intense red color, from the flames that swept across the night sky from one moment to the next. The twins sat up in their beds, but their reactions were incredibly different.

Hikari was stunned as he had never witnessed such a display apart from the demonstrations of his father and mother as they both trained with murderous intent and skills.

“Why are mum and dad training at this hour, Kuro?”

The other brother, however, was aware of the facts that preceded those flames.

Kuro was always the closest to Indra, trying to follow each of his steps and imitating all of his attitudes perfectly. Both twins were arduously instructed from an early age by their father in the art of Ninjutsu, turning them into two young prodigies. But Hikari maintained his innocence intact, which his brother did not, and that distinguished them completely from each other despite being almost equal physically.

The twin who was closest to Indra developed a special and unique bond with him, sharing moments with him that his brother did not experience. Hikari, on the other hand, was always more likely to bond with his mother, and gain power from a less aggressive yet tactical point of view, without getting his hands too dirty.

It was during one of the moments alone with his father that Kuro heard the story of an extremely evil man, who had been pursuing his father with a thirst for revenge for years. This evil man, as told by Indra, tries to kill him and his family, after betraying him when they were teenagers. He will do everything to see him suffer, torture his children and wife in front of his eyes, and kill him slowly.

That day, this twin found out that their father trains them from a young age with such ferocity so that they will be able to defend themselves if one day the evil man finds them. After hearing Indra’s words that day, Kuro understood that it was his duty to protect his brother’s innocence at all costs, and that if the occasion ever arose, it would be his duty to get rid of the evil man.

At the age of 8, Kuro knows that those flame-leagues dancing outside the window do not belong to a mom-and-pop training session. Kuro knows that the evil man came to get them, and that things got ugly.

Before they can act or move, both twins hear hurried footsteps outside their room, and look intently at the door. After a few seconds, it opens, revealing an Indra dressed in his shiny, heavy armor, with two crossed swords on his back and his hair down. Both children know that seeing their father in this appearance means that a dangerous confrontation is approaching, for that protection they see on his shoulders, chest and back has been kept unused for years, as have his blades.

“Dad? Where’s Mommy?”

Hikari does not want to believe that their peaceful life is threatened, and that his father was forced into his war position again.

“My sons, come here.”

Quickly obeying the demand, both twins move into Indra’s arms, to be lifted in the air a second later. With his two children in his grip, the Ōtsutsuki uses his teleportation technique, and soon the corridor of the house is illuminated by a blue flash, while the three of them disappear.

One second later, they appear considerably away from the house where the pair of children have been raised, in the middle of a forest. Indra places his heirs on the floor, and holds them both by the shoulders, kneeling on the floor to stare into their eyes.

“Children, eyes.”

Understanding the request, the twins activate their Sharingan, and with increasing anxiety they wait for more words to understand the situation.

“Kuro… Hikari… I need you to be strong… Time is short, and your father has to take care of something urgent… My sons, my young boys. You are both warriors, you both carry my eyes, and this will guide both of you today and forever…”

“B-Bu-ut d-da-ad where’s mommy?!”

“She’s fighting Hikari… your mother is the strongest woman, and both of you must hide until we come and get you… Can you do it for us? Can you hold on together until mother and father defeat the evil man, Kuro?”

“Yes, Dad, we can… But… please… don’t… don’t leave us alone.”

"We wont ever leave you alone… you are my legacy, you are the black flames that run through my veins… Dad will always find you, I promise to return for you.”

Holding each child behind their head, Indra drew them into a hug, where he ran his arms behind their little backs.

“Be the strong ones, remember the power of your eyes… you, my two young boys, are my very soul, protect each other”.

“Yes dad.”

Both twins answered in unison.

By separating them from his embrace, Indra wiped away Hikari’s tears with bitterness, those his son was trying to hide from his eyes to look strong in front of him. He himself knew that if he kept saying goodbye to his children, he was capable of reaching the edge of sentimentality. Those kids were the cause of his soft side, a side that he never considered possible to have after the things he had lived through.

Bee had softened him up quite a bit, but the birth of his twins and their existence was something that brought unexpected happiness to the life of the Ōtsutsuki, something that washed away much of the accumulated meanness of years to give way to a light that he hardly remembered anymore.

“Go and hide, wait for us, go!”

And so both brothers ran in the middle of the night through the forest. Barefoot and wearing their bedding, they held hands, and dodged every tree and bush thanks to their Sharingan’s vision. Neither of them knew where they were going, but with his father’s words etched in his mind, Kuro guided Hikari as far as possible from the explosions heard in the distance.

Suddenly, the lattest stopped, and placing his hands on his knees, he tried to catch his breath. As the two breathed in agitation, a huge violet light shone on the horizon, along with an orange flash. The flashes of both colours constantly flickered as if colliding with each other in the air.

“Come on Hikari we have to keep moving!”

Kuro rushed his brother by the wrist, panicking at the terrifying display that danced across the sky. If one of those lights belonged to their father, he didn’t know, for Indra never wanted to share much of his past with his children beyond the story he told one of them.

They returned to the trail, trying hard to find a place to take refuge until their parents could come for them. Neither of them knew the true story of what was happening, and the only thing the children had at that moment was each other. Their hands were tightly intertwined, sharing the feelings of anxiety and panic through their union.

Eventually they found a cave, shallow and hidden among some trees. Sitting together, interlocking their arms and leaning their backs against the cold rock, they both shivered and closed their eyes, hoping that it would all be over soon, hoping to hear the voices of their parents sometime before it was too late.

“Kuro… I’m scared…”

“Nonsense, Hikari… mom and dad are the strongest people on earth… on the planet… on whatever comes next…”

“But… but… what if there’s someone just like them?”

“…”

“We never saw daddy fight… What if he’s not as strong as we thought, brother? What if…”

“ENOUGH ALREADY.”

“Kuro…”

“You’re insulting our father… he must have reasons why he doesn’t want us to see all his skills… Do you really think he can only use the Katon he uses when he trains with mom?”

“But…”

“They are both much stronger than we know! They will murder the evil man and come looking for us soon!”

“It’s okay to admit that you’re scared too, elder brother.”

“I’m not… What did you call me?”

“Elder brother… you are taking care of me like one would take care of one’s younger brother…”

“It’s okay to admit that I’m five minutes older than you, younger brother.”

“Shut it, fool… I wonder if dad had any brothers… We know mom didn’t, but what about father Kuro?”

“If he had any brothers we’d know about it. You know he had always been alone until he had mom and us. Why are you wondering?”

“I don’t know… we just don’t know anything about his life. Aren’t you curious?”

“I tell you what, when they come looking for us, we’ll ask him anything we want about when he was a kid. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Both twins laughed in the middle of the night, ignoring for a second the tragic scenario that lurked outside their safe bubble.

Suddenly, a disembodied voice spoke from somewhere in the cave, and the two children huddled together, for that sound was certainly not coming from either their mother or father.

“I can attest that Indra had a younger brother… I can tell you the whole story if you want, children.”

A chill ran through Kuro’s body, and by his side he felt Hikari shaking uncontrollably.

“W-WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE IS OUR FATHER?!”

With the Sharingan activated, the twin scanned the darkness, looking for the source of sound, the threat. Suddenly he found a man, tall and dressed in a white coat.

“Papa, papa, is that them? Is that them?”

The voice of a third child echoed in the cave, and both twins were stunned. Where did a child come from and why was he asking for them?

“Yes, son, they are your cousins.”

“NONSENSE, WHERE ARE OUR PARENTS?! SPEAK UP BEFORE I KILL YOU.”

“ Certainly you are my elder brother’s sons, I have no doubt about that. I would expect nothing less from Indra’s kids.”

“ ANSWER ME!”

Kuro was beginning to lose his patience, and with him, Hikari was growing more and more courageous in the face of the stranger’s evasive responses. They couldn’t be afraid of such a situation, their father had trained them to deal with such things, and they had to live up to their knowledge.

It was the boy who claimed to be their cousin who spoke first.

“Papa, are you going to tell them that their mum and dad are dead?”

The boy tried to whisper it, but in the silence of the cave, the words reached the twins’ ears easily.

Hikari turned pale in his place, dropping his arms and staring at the ground as his mouth and eyes opened wide.

Kuro tensed, all his little muscles contracted, his eyes fixed on the stranger in front of them, and he took a fighting stance. It was he who continued to speak.

“NO, DON’T LIE TO US, OUR PARENTS DIDN’T DIE NO!”

“Children I… I’m sorry…”

The stranger looked down at the ground and hugged his alleged son.

“NO, NO, NO, LIES, LIES, LIES!”

“You will come with me and- ”

At that moment, something inside the twins’ minds broke. Their hearts exploded into a thousand pieces, and their lives became blackened without warning. Hikari looked up, staring at the stranger as his brother was doing. The two children glared at their enemy with intensity, pain and agony in their red eyes.

A thick drop of blood slipped from the right eye of both of them.

An unknown and terrifying pattern was drawn in the eyes of Indra’s sons, who mourned the death of their parents by unlocking new powers.

In a second, the cave burned in black flames, which were born of Kuro’s will.

In a second, both twins were covered by a grey skeleton surrounded by matching chakra, born of Hikari’s will.

-To be continued-

[thekotaphoria]

Time adventure || personal analysis :3

Disclaimer: there are probably some spelling mistakes or word errors because I was just writing whatever was on my mind :3 enjoy!

Where to start. Well, There is a song that I love deeply, it circles around my head almost daily. It’s from my favorite show, Adventure Time. A show that I’ve had the privilege of growing up with. This song is called “Time Adventure”. It’s the main song in the final episode of the series, it is heartwarming, catchy, and emotional if you will, bringing the show together as it has its own timeline, featuring a mushroom war, and the total wipe out of a normal human species. The song is sung by BMO, a small robot that lives with the characters Finn and Jake. Although his physical form may not be so mighty looking, having no weapons or muscle, this small lovable robot serves a strong mental impact, always finds the good in things, facing death fearlessly. He was created by an old man to accompany his child which he didn’t end up having, so BMO was released to find a family of his own facing many ups and downs, experiencing life as it is, and learning the meaning of life. A part of him will always be kept inside my heart, because he reminds me that everything will be okay at the end of the day, no matter how big or small the challenges have been.

The song “time adventure” was sung by BMO to comfort Jake the stretchy dog, who had shrunk down, being caressed in the arms of BMO. Jake has always been Physically strong, and with his best friend/brother Finn, he has always been unstoppable. However, there is a time where his life will eventually come to an end, and in this moment of distress, the two starring death right in its face as a monster was about to end their lives, which spoiler, did not happen, BMO sang this song in order to comfort the frightened Jake, who usually is the one protecting him.

I’ll start off by introducing the first lyric of the song which is, “time is an illusion that helps things make sense”, this lyrics speaks to me on many levels because it shows that time is something man kind made up. Who is to say that time is real? We invented it, but in reality, evolution guided us to wake up when it’s bright outside, and go to sleep once it’s dark out. It’s a never ending cycle, and 24 hours is our way of knowing when the sun rises and sets on our side of the world. Time is our creation. It allows us humans to know when and where to be, and it helps us function in an organized manner, hence, it is an “illusion that helps things make sense”. Before our time on earth, this place that we call our home has been orbiting around the sun longer than we could ever imagine. This planet is older than time, and we we just happen to be apart of its journey.

After the first sentence, the song goes “we are always living in the present tense”. I absolutely love how this song has explained itself. This lyrics shows that even though our creation of time may not be real, we still live inside of it. Time being what we depend on to explain our whole existence. Our age, our lifespan, our schedule, everything we do involves time, but not everything in time has involved us. Milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours, past, present, future, everything, we have made up, and everything we have ever done revolves around this illusion of time, as we orbit around what we have called, the sun. This song not only make you think about the creation of time, but it makes you think of the creation of absolutely everything. Atoms, moons, solar systems, etc… We have named everything we could possibly name in order for it to make sense to us, and same goes for time. The present, being where we claim to be right now, is now the past, and what I am about to say, is the future. For example, I wrote this in the past, but in what ever way this is being presented, it is in the future. Now when you think of it like that, it makes sense, but without time, we would not be able to comprehend this in the same way as we do with it.

The next part of the song that I would like to address, is “it seems unforgiving when a good thing ends”. This part of the song expresses that even though BMO and Jake’s time on earth was fun, it must come to an end at some point, and BMO explains this in the next line which is, “but you and I will always be back then”. Quite an emotive phrase indeed. It shows that, even though things are coming to an end, the things that they have experienced in the past, are still in the past, they still happened, and at least they had the chance to experience the things that happened. This time of despair does not countermand all the good times they have had. Just because in that moment of terror Jake was not as powerful as he usually is and it seemed as though their friends were in serious danger, it does not mean that they did not try, and that the life they lived was not worthwhile. Their bravery and triumph still happened. Love and happiness still happened. Everything good they have ever done, still happened. This moment of struggle does not define who they are, and as the world collapses around them, this loss does not signify defeat, for they have won more than they have lost. When the push comes to shove, they have done more good to the world than this misfortune will ever live to be. BMO comforts Jake by using the thought of the past, for the possibility of the future is not guaranteed, so the view of the present is blocked, focusing only on the joyful old memories.

The bridge of the song is impactful, with the first line being “if there was some amazing force outside of time to take us back to where we were”. This line sparks a wish that many of have, where we wish to go back in time to experience the laughter and joy we had in the past again. It shows that even though time is an illusion, we still do not have complete control over it. The feeling of wanting to experience happiness again is heavily desired, especially in moments where life is not as euphoric. BMO uses imagery but singing “hang each moment up like pictures on the wall inside a billion tiny frames so that we can see it all”. By singing this, BMO creates a mental image inside the heads of those who connect with the series. It shows that all the times you’ve had are now memories in you mind. I found this very insightful, because it’s seeing life in a new perspective. Seeing the past almost like Polaroids. Life forever changing, capturing every step, allowing you to step back and really look at all the good times you’ve had. Growing and blooming, in your final moments, you have experienced life as it is, and for BMO, it is clear that his journey through time is much bigger than the small picture of the present. He expresses that fear is only a barricading you from happiness. It’s your task to choose which side of that barrier you want to be on, and your mission to find out how to get there. BMO being the positive character he is, shows Jake that the positive moments are much more worthwhile.

The song ends beautifully with the line “you and I will always be best friends”, being another version of “back then”. I especially love this line because it shows that along their journey of life, they have made strong connections with other. Strengthening this bond with unforgettable moments, reminiscing with one another. As best friends, they know that they are not alone as the foundations of their home crumble around them. The depth of their friendship for one another is stronger than the fear of death, leading us back around to the reason why, being because of these memories with so much emotional meaning. Death is inevitable and learning to accept that is a skill. BMO is proven to be strong headed by accepting death, and as he sings, he finds out that singing is the way to kill the beast, defeating Glob and finally saving the day, protecting those who had once protected him.

As time goes on, BMO had found a way to continue making memories with his “best friends” by using his beliefs in a form of art, creating a key point in his own journey, alive. This song makes life surreal and comforting, for the message questions all forms of life, and makes the idea of death less terrifying. My perspective has changed ever sine listening to this song, and I am grateful for that. The idea of life being more important than death gives me something to live for. Creating impact and meeting amazing people. I have learnt that terrible situations do not define you, and the illusion of time will forever continue making sense of the world around us, reminding us of what is important and what makes us happy.

[vixxenfox]

Things I’ve noticed after watching the pilot over and over again

And things I just find amusing

- is it just a coincidence that when Charlie says “I wonder if it could be me” the center angel’s face lights up?

- not important but the “F*ck you heaven!!!” Sign is hilarious

- I hate Valentino with a burning passion, look at him texting Angel

- people drop from the sky to get to hell, more importantly without clothes which means each flippin person has to get specially made clothes for their weird demon bodies like sir pentious needs clothes to fit his snake body and stuff... idk just interesting

- the place beside the “we couldn’t come up with a catchy slogan but we sell hardcore drugs” building is called “begg slut”

- imagine dying, going to hell, and realize that you’re an egg

- egg #23 is the best

-one of the eggs like does a weird walk thing with their hand on sir pentious’ tail

-Cherri Bomb’s clothing is so asymmetrical and I love it like she is literally wearing a high-heel boot on one leg and like a tiny shoe on the other

- really just poor Tom he’s great

- Vaggie says “it’s all highlighted” but none of what we are shown is highlighted

- Also read the parts of the list we can see, it’s adorable

- “I don’t touch the gays” I find Katie great

- Jeffrey Dahmer obviously (Also the sticky note saying “who approved this show?)

- When Charlie scans the crowd another tv head just says ‘words’

-The person Vaggie punches isn’t in the crowd

- I love Razzle and Dazzle TvT

- Those two owl demons in Inside Every Demon is a Rainbow are most definitely references to Timber

- CHARLIE YOU JUST KILLED A PUPPY

- I love that there is a boo section

- Tom watches Angel Dust’s stuff confirmed

- I love the sonic spring noise when Angel launches an egg into the air

- Sir Pentious probably has a son that might be in hell so look out for another snake

- Do you see how happy Cherri Bomb is near Angel Dust, best friends! :D

- Aawww Angel pushes Cherri out of the way

- Angel didn’t just sprout a third set of arms, he also pulled an entire gun out of his body sooo... what’s with that

- I think you would just stop existing if you died in hell Angel

- That creepy fan has a body pillow of Angel

- Charlie takes off her pink... jacket(?) in one scene and the next she has it on again (you see her wearing pink in the closeup)

- Lilith is an absent mother

- There goes everyone’s fanon about how Lucifer acts (why couldn’t we get a nice stupid one T~T)

- I think they changed Alastor’s knock but I’m too lazy to check

- They fixed Alastor’s disappearing monocle

- I like that the mic has an eye sometimes it’s cool (how many “sentient-ish” things does Alastor’s have, first the shadow and now this)

- Alastor can teleport at least short distances and he appears as the shadow for a second

- They really make Alastor a very animated character and I love it

- (we knew this already but) Alastor clearly puts himself on a different level than the other sinners, he thinks of himself as justified and better (he doesn’t say “us sinners” he says “loathsome sinners” w/o him in the picture)

- Valentino, Rosie, Lilith (obviously), the girl from the porn studio, and the tv head dude (Vox, thanks @lavipsi) are all some of hell’s “strongest demons”

- TV head (Vox) is in the middle and top so he must be very powerful and behind him there’s also a green and red demon that reminds me of the wolf/fox demon from the bar scene

- Husk is very blocked out by Vaggie’s face but he’s clearly in the picture with Alastor (it looks like a fight but I don’t want to assume) like we know they know each other and stuff but it’s just weird that Husk is in the art when Vaggie says he’s “a dangerous Blahblah” and has entire speech of how dangerous he is

- I love the symbols that float up when Charlie isn’t looking and then the squeak as he turns to a more “innocent-like” Alastor when Charlie looks back

- Alastor rolls his eyes at Charlie when she says “No trickster, voodoo strings attached.”

- Talked about this before but the way his smile gets wider when Charlie says “for as long as you like”

- Why does Charlie have at least 2 posters about alcohol up if she didn’t want it in her hotel?

- I love how Niffty comes in and her bug-like noise when she appears

- You can see their reflection in Niffty’s eye during the closeup and Charlie is too adorable in it, Angel and Vaggie look ready to kick her out XD

- Everybody’s reactions to Niffty rambling on is beautiful, just watch them go from defensive to confused

- Alastor just following Niffty’s every movement as she zooms around

- Please tell me I’m not the only one who didn’t immediately see Husk as a cat? I honestly thought he was a dog for a while because he looks sort of like a Husky and his name is Husk, which got me thinking about the contradictions with Alastor not liking dogs... then I realized Husk was a cat.

- “are you sh!tt!ng me” “no I don’t think so” and “you think I’m just some clown” “..maybe” are some of my favorite lines

- Was I just supposed to know that on the bottom of Alastor’s boots (shoes? Hooves?) there were deer prints?

- So did Alastor really just teleport two sinners and basically copy part of the bar Husk was at and it’s just going to be there forever? Like you can see where the bar’s like territory ends because it’s walls are green while the hotel’s is red

- No like seriously Alastor you can copy a part of a bar but you can’t make the walls match the rest of the hotel’s walls?

- Husk seems slightly taller than Alastor

- Also Husk also has yellow teeth and if we go by Alastor’s teeth are yellow because he’s a cannibal, Husk might have been a cannibal when he was alive

- Husk clearly knows Alastor, he’s not afraid of him (to an extent, he was still a little shaken by the... Sir Pentious thing). Husk obviously voices his complaints without restraint and isn’t afraid of Alastor hurting him (I guess), and even when he was shaken up he was still the second person to follow Alastor back to the hotel.

- The entire relationship between Husk and Alastor is very intriguing to me! Husk doesn’t fear Alastor, Alastor called him a friend (obviously another jab at Husk but still), and they were in the same picture when Vaggie talked about Alastor being dangerous. I’m guessing they were probably friends once, maybe the picture is them both fighting another demon or fighting each other in like a fall-out.

- Vaggie is very exaggerated when she’s complaining about the bar and it’s beautiful

- Husk in the background as a still image just chugging booze is beautiful

-Angel’s angry face as Vaggie complains about the bar just before he leaves to lunge at her is beautiful and my favorite face

- 27:46 Alastor flipping FLUTTERS HIS EYES AT VAGGIE and you can hear a small sound effect of it and I just thought that was beautiful

- At the same moment Charlie is just rubbing her cheeks and it’s cute

- Right before Alastor starts singing, he throws some red... fire in the air and Charlie follows it with her eyes and she just so awed by it

- The fireplace in the background has an eye and a top hat above it and it just reminds me of Sir Pentious

- Alastor’s song has so many Friends on the Other Side vibes and I love it

- There are so many Christian symbols (and Satanic symbols) in the background of this song and I just don’t want to spend that time looking at each one :l

- Alastor’s shadow is also here further nailing the Friend on the Other Side vibe (not to mention the other shadows and voodoo doll things)

- Poor Niffty, she should never get hurt

- When Sir Pentious is talking and it shows the chibi characters, Charlie, Angel, and Niffty are looking at Alastor and when it zooms in for a split second Angel’s face is the most innocent bab ever

- There’s a building in the background with (again) one eye and a top hat, there’s also a cat building right next to it

- You can see heaven as a planet with a halo...

- There’s also a sun(?) or moon(?) or planet(?) with a pentagram on it

- I know that Egg Boi #OUCH is just a joke, but what if after 666, Sir Pentious just started giving them stupid names like that?

- Again, religious symbols float around Alastor that I’m not going to look into because I’ve taken so much time T_T

- Niffty is actually unfazed by Alastor summoning tentacles and destroying Sir Pentious’ ship. Really she has a normal smile and face and she immediately follows Alastor when he walks back to the hotel

- Angel is still flirting with Husk

- Charlie reassuring Vaggie is adorable

- Are we not going to talk about the carousel and gigantic steam boat that’s just protruding from the hotel

- I also love how the windows at the top of skull designs <3

- There’s an eye on the top of the building and the sign of Happy/Hazbin Hotel could also look like a top hate (why are there so many one-eyed top hats like Sir Pentious’...?)

- Stay tuned TM

- Not from me but, Alastor changes the name to Hazbin Hotel and Hazbin means something that was great before but is terrible now or something that is meaningless

- So Alastor liking terrible jokes is now canon? The dad joke thing wasn’t just a stream thing, it’s actually canon?

- Alastor actually has a red ‘X’ on his forehead, you can see it right after he destroys Sir Pentious’ ship

- The art in the credits shows Cherri Bomb having a tattoo

- I would like to talk a little about the design that’s in the background during the credits. So in the middle is an apple that’s being held by two sharp hands, there are three snakes coming out of it with only one snake fully out but still seems to have originated from the apple. The snake that’s completely out is on the top and has some designs around it that emphasize it, making it look more like a king (the devil, duh). The other two snakes are going down (probably referencing Adam and Eve maybe? Even though they also seem evil I just think of Adam and Eve.) Under them is another snake head. There are two sets of eyes around the top snake, one set has a line going down the middle of each eye like a scar while the bottom set has eyelashes. Even though the bottom set looks more “girly”, it reminds me of Lucifer because of the dots under them. If you want to grasp at straws the complete bottom snake’s tongue sort of looks like the bottom part of the symbol of Lucifer. The three snakes that clearly originate from the apple in the middle can also look like “Three snakes and one charm” if you squint. The symbol above the top snake looks like the infinity symbol combined with the cross, but it’s not the leviathan cross, so maybe just eternal... crucifixion?

- The smoke coming from the pit that Alastor made has souls in it

- I think #23 is depressed because he really wants to be shot... and he was just sitting there next to a bunch of dead hims

- Vivziepop said on a stream something about Lucifer being “generally goofy, but it depends on his voice” or something like that, please correct me if I’m completely wrong. This makes me things that Lucifer is going to have multiple voice actors.

-The Loading Crew “Everything We Know About Hazbin Hotel” brings up a point that it seems like the only things that can kill demons and sinners are the Exterminators’ weapons which are sometimes left behind that demons scavenge, Vaggie also appears to have one. I recommend watching his video, it’s very quick but also brings up points I haven’t addressed. 

And yeah, that’s all for now! ^_^ comment if you have something else to add or think I should change something

[devilbat]

Secret Admirer

For RiversDayOfLove, @loki-the-fox prompt: Person A is a secret admirer of Person B and reveals themselves on Valentine’s Day.

Warning: Just fluff.

Loki x reader.

A/n: Snoots are not mine they are from two famous poets.

~To my dearest Y/n~

*Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

*sonnet 18*

~Truly yours your Secret of Amir.~

The note was attached to the most beautiful arrangement of lily and roses you ever seen. And it was addressed to you. Waiting for you on your desk, when you arrive at the Averages lab. You eyes had widened when you saw them. You could feel your face heat up. As you read the note over and over, before you started.

“All right who done and pissed you off, Y/n?” Tony asked as he walked into the lab noticing the vase of flowers. Which startled you in the process.

“For your info if it was anyone that pissed me off it would be you and I doubt this would be from you.” You held up the note. As Tony read it, haking his head.

“Yeah definitely not me. I don’t do poetry. But hey you have a stocker.” Tony teased.

“Wow, what did you do to piss of y/n this time Tony.” Bruce stated as he walked in noticing the arrangement as well.

“Hey now I have not pissed off y/n in a week.” Tony hissed.

“Well that’s a new Record for you.” Bruce’s chuckle.

“For your information our little y/n has a Secret admirer.” Tony purred. Patting you on the back. “Great job there kid. Now I have to figure out who I have to kill.” Tony walked over to his work table. Both you and Bruce rolled your eyes at the billionaire. As the three of you got to work.

Once your day was over you had planned on going out for drinks with the girls for a much needed girls night. Though you were just going to go right after you worked in the lab. But the unexpected arrangement had you taking them to your room. Not wanting them to get ruined in one day. You made your way through the compound carefully carrying the lager vase of flowers. Trying to make it to your bedroom.

“What in the nine realms are you doing with those.” You heard Loki’s voice somewhere in front of you, not being able to see the god as you view was blocked by flowers. Though you felt you heart sink a little. Deep down you had a small hope that they were from Loki. As he was a lover of book and poetry. You managed to move the flowers away from your face to look at the god.

“They’re um, were on my desk this morning.” You mumbled. “I guess I have an admirer.” You half smiled at the god.

“Well, I hope who ever it is could do better then this.” His voice sounded cold. Like he was annoyed to see you with anything from someone else. The god walked passed you, mumbled to himself.

“I thought they were pretty,” You whispered not think he could hear you. “Though, I thought they were from you.” As you watch him walk away. Finally you made it to your room a little disappointed. Deciding to change for girls night. With Nat, Wanda and Pepper. Taking a quick Once over. Before you left the room. You almost tripped over something. When you looked down you saw a box from Teuscher the up scaled chocolate place at the Rockefeller center. You always treated yourself on your birthday. But it wasn’t just a piece like you normally would, it was a whole box of all your favorite kinds when you opened it. Under the lid you found another poem.

~To my dearest Y/n~

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

*sonnet XVII*

~Truly yours your Secret of Amir.~

It made you blush as you looked up to see who may have left it. You watched as the elevator door opened, as Loki emerged. He took note at what he saw. You pink cheeks a smile on your face holing a box he recognized. Then pushed the elevator closed with him still in it. With a sigh you set the chocolates in your room. As you left to meet the girls.

This went on for a few days, gifts randomly showing up. Little things that meant a lot. The gift ranged from, slippers so you would touch the cold floor, an at home spa basket you enjoyed taking baths it helped with stress, even earring from your favorite 5th Avenue store. That was probably the most lavish gift. And each one came with a sonnet. Tony tried to help you figure out who had been leaving these gifts. But F.R.I.D.A.Y. Systems always seem to be off line or failed when he looked at the video. That lead you to late nights with the billionaire. Trying to figure out what was going on with his security systems.

Tony had left to go get more coffee, which seemed to take him forever to come back. You figured maybe Pepper stopped him. You rest you head on the table. Thinking of just taking a little power nap. When you woke up, the sunshine in through the blinds. You slept there all night again. But unlike the other time, were you woke up freezing. You noticed a deep green blanket draped around you. You took a deep breath as you did you remember the sent coming from the blanket. Pulling the blanket towards you, you recognized it as Loki cape to his armor. You smiled to yourself as you pulled it closer to you. You were so wrapped up in the fact that loki had done this you never heard Bruce or Tony walk in.

“Y/n did you sleep here?” Bruce asked. Which startled you. Pulling yourself to your feet ball up loki cape. So they didn’t question it.

“I guess I did, I was waiting for Tony!” You hissed, glaring at the man. Who currently looked very sheepish as he walked in. “He was supposed to bring coffee.” Bruce looked over at Tony.

“In my defense Pepper grabbed a hold of me and throw me in bed. For someone who is tiny she is very spry.” Bruce pinched him nose with his fingers, shaking his head. You could only roll your eyes.

“I’m going to call it a day.” You stated as you walked out of the lab not looking back. You could hear Tony yelp, and asked what was that for. “You deserves that.” Knowing Bruce smacked him upside the head.

You were on a mission to find Loki. You had noticed that ever since you’ve been receiving gifts, that Loki would avid you or make some snarky comment. Also you noticed little things. Like this as you held tightly to his cape. Or he had coffee ready for you when you woke up, when went down to the kitchen. Saying that; I figured since I’m making my tea I might as well make yours as well. Only to find out each time it was just how you liked it. Even though you still thought loki had given you the other gifts. When you walked into the Library where Loki frequent you looked around. You were rather shocked not to find him. Maybe he was sparring with his brother. But as you got to the training room no sign of either Asgardains.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, have you’ve seen with Thor or his moronic brother?” You called up to the A.I. She knew where everyone is.

“I am sorry y/n. I have not, not since morning. And my data shows no one has left the compound.” A.I. Spoke back through one of many speakers above you.

“Uhg,” You huffed in annoyance. “Alright thank you.” You walked off. Not really paying attention to the apology the A.I. Stated. You though maybe he was in his room. But no such luck. Giving up you walking over to your room. Before opening your door you heard muffled sounds like someone or somebody’s having a scuffle in your room. You opened it slowly. But what you saw was not what you expected. Thor had Loki chained to a chair and was fighting his raven hairs brother with what looked to be duct tape. You stood there watching. The brothers had yet noticed you.

“Why is this necessary.” Loki hissed dodging his head at his brother attempt to stick the tape over his mouth. “You know I’ll turn you into a toad again.”

“I told you that if your not going to, someone need to push you in to telling lady y/n.” Thor voice boomed with happiness with his cleaver plan.

“Tell lady y/n what?” You cooed behind the brothers. Both stoping to look over to you standing in the room.

“Ah lady y/n, happy day of love. I have brought you a gift.” Thor beamed with glee in his eyes.

“Surprise.” Loki stated annoyed, as this felt way to familiar to him. Thor patted his brother on his back. As he walked towards you.

“He is all yours lady y/n, do as you please.” Thor smiled proudly. As he left the room shutting the door. Leaving you and the God of mischief alone.

“You know I could explain this.” Loki chuckled nervously.

“Oh, I think I figured it out.” You bit your lip as you walked over the the god. “You’re brother sent the gifts to make you jealous, and when that didn’t work he did this.” You laughed as you stood in front of him.

“Yes. That sounds about right.” Loki smile his charming smile the one that could send your panties to space taking out a Klingon war ship. “Would you mind untying me love?”

“You know I think I like you like this.” You smirked as you sat down on Loki leg facing him. Making the god raise his eyebrow. “I’ll untie you if you can tell me what Thor wants you to tell me.” You whispered into his ear. You felt Loki tense up. Moving your head away from his ear. “I’m listening.” Your face looked unamused. Loki squirmed around in the chair.

“Fine.” He huffed giving in. “I have liked your for some time now darling, and would like to court you. And yes I was rather jealous that someone else may have had taken a like to you.” You smiled at him. “So may I have the honor to take you out tonight as is it your Midgard festival of love. Though I’m not sure why you celebrate love on a day that was a massacre.”

“Oh loki, shut up.” He was about to say something when your lips crashed onto his.

“I take that as a yes.” He mumbled against your lips.

“That’s a yes to massacre you later.” You smirked kissing him one last time before getting off his lap.

“Massacre me as in showing me your undying love right?” Loki asked as you started to walk away from him. “Y/n!” He yelled. Struggling against his binds. As you shut the door to the bedroom.

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[thesabersin]

This is a Demon Skayer OC I created, named Kyogo Shiba. |Age| Formal: 15 Actual Age: 55 years |Origin| Kyogo Shiba used to be a demon slayer, and used to slay demons using the art called Breath of Lava. One day, while fighting a powerful demon, one of his allies were about to get decapitated by the hulking monster's claws. That was when Kyogo stepped in and pushed his ally aside, while blocking the attack from the demon at the same time. However, his defense wasn't enough, and he was thrown back by the demon and was hit by a large boulder, where he ended up getting knocked out. While he was knocked unconscious, his allies were finally able to defeat the powerful demon and went to recover Kyogo. Little did they know, when Kyogo blocked the attack from the demon, he scrapped it's large fingers with his sword, and it's blood flew onto a cut on his forehead. While one his allies were carrying him to find some help, he felt something sharp and pinch the back of his neck. He turned around to see horns that have grown on Kyogo's head. Utter shock struck everyone as they realized that their fellow demon slayer, has become a demon. Kyogo awoke and started to act ramped, attempting to attack his allies. Eventually, one of them was able to pin him to the ground. They then started to cry out to Kyogo, pleading him to remember who he is. After a while of begging and crying, Kyogo was finally able to regain his memories. When he got up, he looked at his hands, and saw that they have gotten more pale. He then touched his face and felt something unnatural. That's when he realized that what he was feeling, were horns, which meant that he was a demon. Horrified, he ran away from his allies, never to see them again. After becoming a demon, his life became a dark place. He was lonely, and depressed, and because he was a demon, he wasn't allowed to go out in the sun anymore, which made his life miserable. Time after time, he would witness tragic events where innocent people would be attacked by demons, and then turned into demons themselves. A few times, he would see those same demons be hunted and killed by the cruel demon slayers, who take pleasure into killing "those rotten creatures" Overtime, a hidden hatred for demon slayers started to grow within him. Combined with the despair he was living in, he was only getting angrier, and his hatred grew stronger. One day, he finally gave in to the weight in his heart, and saw Demon slayers as nothing more but unforgivable people who see tragedies, as monsters. He hated how demon slayers had no sympathy for these creatures who were forced to live like this. He understood that these demons needed to be killed, but he was frustrated on how demon slayers only kill demons, not because they need to, but because they believe they deserve to die. He hates how they scoff irrationally at these poor creatures instead of keeping their mouth shut at least. After years and years of living in hell, letting the anger build up, and constantly seeing the things he hates, he decided to make a choice that would change his life forever. He would become a demon who hunts demon slayers. He would search for demon slayers and watch how they slay demons. If they mock the demons or shout angry words at them, he would swoop in and confront them, and ask why they wanted to become a demon slayer. If they give him a poor answer, like saying they wanted to kill demons because they deserve to die, then he would kill them by decapitating them with his sword. If they gave him a valid reason, like saying that they want to protect people demons, then he would let them go. If they give him a reason that's sort of in the middle, like saying words that show you their reasoning, but also shows you their pure hatred for them, then he would let them live, but not after marking them on their forehead with this word. 偽this means fake or false in Japanese. Symbolizing how they aren't worthy of being a demon slayer. One of the problems he had after becoming a demon was that he had partially forgotten his martial art, Breath of Lava. So he had to rely on his basic swordsmanship skills to kill other demon slayers. However, after exchanging in a fight with Tanjiro, he manages to regain his memories and awakens Breath of Lava. Despite having a grudge against demon slayers, he's still willing to kill other demons without hesitation. The only difference is that he has a better understanding of the demons he kills, and doesn't mock them while he's about to slay them. Kyogo's existence was eventually acknowledged by the public, calling him "The Demon Slayer Slayer" or "The Demon Demon Slayer". |Personality| When he was human, Kyogo had a personality similar to Tanjiro's, having a very kindhearted and warm personality, and was respectful to his superiors. He was very mindful and cautious in dire situations, and was very calculated, being able to predict his enemies move and was able to quickly adapt and find their weaknesses. He's very responsible, and possesses leadership abilities, including a leader like mindset. He has such great determination and wont stop at nothing to achieve his goal. He isn't really prideful, and actually has an inferiority complex, believing that his abilities aren't enough to accomplish some tasks, and always points out the flaws within other people. When fighting demons, he's always tenacious and determined to defeat his foe, but he doesn't start spouting insults while in battle. He has some respect for some demons, whether if they gave him a good fight, or if he new they had a sad backstory to how they became a demon. He's very sympathetic, even to demons, and has such empathy to everyone, even to the people he hates. He's very understanding and always listens to people, and when someone's distressed, he would do his best to comfort them. He always tries to control his emotions and tries his best not to get angry, but when he does get angry, it's usually over justified reasons, and he would try to reason with the problem instead of shouting or insulting others. This all changed when he became a demon. Now he always wears a serious look on his face, and is always serious about things. Although he's not as kindhearted as before, he does know when to be more gentle or soft in some occasions. He's straight forward, blunt, bold, and is usually calm and nonchalant. He isn't afraid to insult others if he has a bad impression of them, and he insults people while retaining his calm and nonchalant attitude without showing any signs of irritation, although he does get slightly irritated from time to time. Unlike before, he doesn't have a problem with showing his inner emotions, whether it's anger, frustration, irritation, animosity, or hatred. He doesn't immediately show respect for someone, where as they have to earn it. If the person he meets acts pathetic or pitiful, he immediately loses all respect for them, and disregards them for the sad creature they are. When he gets angry, he starts shouting and screaming and starts to insult, scoff, or mock people who are the source of his anger. He acts very passionate and prideful in an angry fashion when he's fighting someone, always keeping that unstoppable determination within him. When his intense rage is pushed beyond it's limits, he goes berserk and becomes out of control. Screaming non stop and rapidly attacking his opponent while showing no signs of stopping. Despite all of this, there is a soft side of him that never left him. When he gets emotional, he starts to cry softly. Inside of that shell of internal anger and hatred of a demon, is the despair of a suffering man. All this time, he's hated being a demon. He wishes to take back all of the blood he's shed, and wants redemption for the sins he's committed. He wishes he could meet his friends again, he wishes he could be human again, he wishes he wasn't the one suffering, and forced to live in despair. This side of him is exposed when he's forced to confront himself in front of Tanjiro, where he cries out his inner feelings. |Powers and Abilities| With the combined power of being an ex demon slayer and being a demon himself, Kyogo has a wide range of powers and abilities. Super Strength: Kyogo possesses inhuman strength, being able to smash concrete with his fist and can even crush a persons skull. He has enough strength to knock someone back a few feet, or even punch them hard enough that they're organs will explode. Super Speed: Kyogo is extremely fast. He's fast enough to be on par with Tanjiro, and can doge or maneuver around large attacks that any normal human would find impossible to do. He's fast enough to quickly dash to a long distance within a second, and can even bounce around trees by constantly jumping on them. Super Reflexes: His reflexes are a little better than Tanjiro's so to speak. He can quickly doge attacks that are coming at him within a blink of an eye, and can even doge attacks that are coming at him from his blind spots. This is due to his super senses. He's also good at predicting someone's attacks. Super Senses: With the combination of his demon form and his past training, his senses have gone beyond anyone's senses within the demon slayer universe. This includes enhanced hearing, enhanced smell, enhanced sense of touch, and enhanced eye sight. Out of all of his powers and abilities, his enhanced senses are by far the most powerful abilities he has. With his hearing, if he were to close his eyes, he can actually use it for echolocation. His sense of hearing is so good, that even in pure darkness, he's still able to see everything with his hearing. By listening to the vibrations bouncing off of his surroundings, he can easily figure out the shapes of the things around him. He can also listen to things that are miles and miles away from him, and still know the shape of them. His hearing is so sharp that he can hear the sound of a fly landing on a leaf from miles away, and he could still tell it's shape. He can even tell what someone is thinking or planning by listening to their heartbeat, or their blood flow. He can even see someone's internal organs just by listening. With his enhanced smell, he can tell the difference in smell even if the smell is mixed with so many other smells. His sense of smell is actually better than Tanjiro's, as he's able to smell the shape of something just by redirecting the smell that's being produced by the object or being. Like Tanjiro, he can read people's emotions just by smelling them, but his sense of smell is more unique, as he's able to not only sense someone's emotions, but their own thoughts. He's also capable of smelling someone's internal organs, and can see if they have injuries. With his enhanced sense of touch, he can feel the vibrations within the air, just like Inosuke, except much more advanced. If he were to keep his eyes closed, he would still be able to see the everything in his surroundings in such clear vision, as if his eyes were always open. What's interesting is that the limit to how far he can detect vibrations is unknown, since vibrations within the air are constantly touching other vibrations, and Kyogo can follow these vibrations to far lengths until he finds what he needs. He's also capable of seeing someone's internal organs by feeling the small vibrations being created by the persons organs. And finally, his enhanced eye sight. With this, he can actually see the vibrations within the air, or even the trail of smell something leaves behind. He's able to see at almost microscopic level, and can see even the smallest reflection off of the smallest things, like seeing light bounce of a grain of dirt. Since he can see the vibrations within the air, this also means that he sees in a 360 perspective. He can also read someone's thoughts by closely examining their expressions, or examining their small body movements. He can even see small internal injuries or even see right through them. Flexibility: Kyogo is very flexible, being able to lift his leg all the way to his head without any tension, or rap the back of his head entirely with his arms. Regeneration: Kyogo possesses amazing regeneration. His regeneration is so fast that he can regenerate cut off limbs in an instant. Enhanced Endurance: Kyogo possesses immense endurance, where he can take a beating that leaves him soaked in blood, with 5 broken ribs and a split ulna, and still have the will and energy to keep fighting at 100%. Enhanced Stamina: Kyogo can prolong a fight for hours without showing signs of giving up, and can sprint for miles beyond miles and never get tired. |Blood Demon Arts| Red Core Burst: He concentrates all of his power within his arm, and then his arm and hand starts to glow orange like lava, while cracking at the same time, exposing the bright hot magma within him. He then punches his target which creates a powerful shock wave that destroys his surroundings. This attack is almost instant kill. Magma Blood Burst: This attack involves Kyogo shooting hot lava out of his hands like a fire hose. The problem with this is that in order to use it, it needs to break through his own skin, which can ultimately cause permanent scaring, or even do fatal damage to himself. However, he manages to overcome this flaw when he evolves during a fight with the pillars and his regeneration becomes stronger. Melting Floor: Kyogo places his hands on the ground, and stores up all of his power into his hands, heating them up to the point where the entire ground, including his surroundings, starts to melt at such incredible speed. Instant Burning Blows: His arms start to glow and crack up, and then he starts to throw extremely fast consecutive punches at his opponent. Each punch is very strong, but not nearly as strong as Red Core Burst. Kyogo can increase his body heat to the point where he'll melt his surroundings. |Breath of Lava techniques| 1st Style: Shallow Lava Strike Kyogo creates a single concentrated slash. 2nd Style: Falling Molten Slash Kyogo jumps over and behind his opponent before slicing them non vertically. 3rd Style: Eruption Split Kyogo creates a large downward slash that splits the ground. 4th Style: Magma Ring Outburst Kyogo spins around while swinging his sword around in various directions to create 360 attack. 5th Style: Exploding Rising Strike Kyogo creates a large upward slash with a large radius. This form can be used with no footing.6th Style: Whirling Lava Kyogo spins around twice to slice two opponents 6th Style: Whirling Lava 6 fold: An enhanced version of the 6th Style, where Kyogo spins around 6 times to slash up multiple enemies. 7th Style: Double DevastationKyogo creates two slashes. One above and one below. 8th Style: Volcanic Rush Kyogo charges at his opponent while creating consecutive slashes. 9th Style: Bouncing Blast Disaster Kyogo jumps around his surroundings while constantly slashing his opponent.10th Style: Total Devastation Kyogo's sword starts to glow like magma, and then unleashes a barrage of extreme attacks that are so powerful, they destroy his surroundings. 11th Style: Spinning Calamity Burst: A style created by Kyogo himself, where he uses two swords and charges at his opponent while spinning on his side at the same time, using two of his swords to spin him around.

[callioope]

I finished Rebels! Let the rambling begin...

I have a lot of thoughts just swirling around, so this probably won’t be significantly coherent but bear with me.

Favorites: 

Characters: Hera has, hands down, been my fave from the get-go. Competent! Snarky! Awesome pilot! What’s not to love? Sabine was also fantastic; I particularly loved her arc with the Darksaber, her family, and Mandalore. I enjoyed “meeting” her family; very interesting characters and a family dynamic, and I was eating that all up. And to see Bo-Katan!!! And Sabine looking for the right person to give the Darksaber, and handing it to her? My heart!!! Also Bo being upset that Sabine named her weapon after her sister! (Yes, indeed, many mistakes were made!)

Ships: I knew people shipped Ezra/Sabine, but I wasn’t really “feeling” it until Sabine started training with the Darksaber. Loved their sparring! Also it felt like they were starting to jive as partners from that point on. I can’t recall how many missions before that they were assigned on together, but after that it seemed like all the time they were working together. I loved it! So gonna need to look for some fic there.

Plot Lines: I did love the tie in to the Mortis arc (and that artwork was so beautiful -- both the art of the daughter, father, and son, and also the way that other plane/dimension area was depicted). Idk, it felt like a lot of things coming together -- Ezra using the Daughter’s art to open the portal to ultimately save Ahsoka... I appreciated how that went down. Although I HAVE to know what Vader was thinking when Ahsoka just vanished before him??

Issues

Okay, going to be forever mad that Star Wars tortured Hera when she would have had to been pregnant. First of all, that’s dark. Second of all it’s hard enough to get pregnant why do they have to put her under that kind of

It felt like Ezra’s ending was a cop out to avoid “breaking” the original trilogy. Like, “oh no, we have two three Jedi -- we have to explain why they weren’t there for Luke! So we’ll kill one, have the other vanish into space with hyperspace traveling space whales, and Ahsoka? Um? idk we’ll give her a robe and imply she’s some kind of fancy time traveller?” Kanan’s end was written well, I think, but I have trouble buying Ezra’s logic that Kanan’s last lesson was that Ezra also needed to sacrifice himself? And as soon as possible, apparently? It just felt like too much.

It seems like Lucasfilm really bends over backwards to avoid contradicting the canon of the Original Trilogy, but many times it feels totally unnecessary. Other explanations could be found rather than killing people off or mysteriously removing them from the chess board. 

So let’s take a look at what they conceive the problem to be: “If Ezra was hanging around the rebellion, why doesn’t Luke meet him?” I could probably think of lots of reason. Hell, wouldn’t it be a fun running gag that they never cross paths? I could get behind that. (Kind of like my headcanon that Jyn and Cassian almost meet a ton of times and gosh it’d be nice if Jyn made a cameo background appearance in the Cassian tv series.) 

But I’d still think even that type of explanation would be unnecessary. We know by ESB that Luke has learned to use the Force a bit, why couldn’t Ezra have been his informal teacher? Ezra would still be learning himself, only a few years ahead of Luke, so he wouldn’t be a great teacher, and they’d have separate missions, so they don’t see each other often. I think that’d be just enough to get Luke to where he is in ESB. And just because a character isn’t mentioned, doesn’t mean he didn’t exist? Just that he’s not on Luke’s mind during Luke’s screen time?

I do understand why Luke knowing Ahsoka could “break” things, but I don’t think Ezra would have. So YEAH. EZRA FLEEING WITH THE SPACE WHALES WAS DUMB. and again, gonna need some fix it fic.

And finally, the whole “TIME TRAVEL” stuff

So this got spoiled for me at some point, and I was pretty mad about the little that I heard about it. anyone who’s talked to me about time travel knows i absolutely loathe it as a plot device; i think it’s incredibly tricky to pull off. you either have to be campy/silly about it and it’s just for fun so w/e. OR you have to really really balance the effects appropriately. An example of time travel that I like is Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban bc there’s closed loops. (And an example of time travel I loathe is The Cursed Child but let’s not go there today. you had a good time travel approach in previous books why would you)

But in Rebels -- is it really, technically time travel? I’d like to think no, actually, not to the extent that such plot devices usually play out. I think it’s a little different. (And I’m sure there’ve been like a million articles since this episode aired but I have read none of them so *shrugs* and I also don’t know what Lucasfilm has had to say on the matter.)

anyways, I feel this way: that that cool-looking starry circle plane grants access to key points in time that are like, Force-charged. The only two actual moments we saw were very Force-charged: Vader & Ahsoka fighting, and Kanan’s use of the Force to block the explosion to help his friends escape. The third open portal is Palpy attempting to hack into the system, so, yeah, powerful Force-user that he is, that still checks out.

Also, Ahsoka spends some time and effort convincing Ezra not to save Kanan because it would have too powerful of an effect on the course of events since then. So there’s some balances to the way this works, although we’re not really told explicitly. Ahsoka and Ezra both return to the portals they came through; I’d like to think that this is another necessary thing to keep things functioning properly (that there would be some kind of bad consequences to moving to wrong places). 

All in all, I think canon is just vague enough that I can project my personal opinions on how I want it to work. This is good for me because I was honestly expecting to hate this particular arc, and I didn’t at all.

So, I’m open to this world between worlds thing, but Lucasfilm better not abuse it.

Is that everything? I think that’s everything

And also, one last thought, I’ve said it before but those crystal foxes on Crait were toootally cribbed from “Kindred” so. You know. way to go TLJ *eyeroll* 

Also also, Thrawn is impossible to understand at all times. Why does he talk so quietly?! Thanks now my volume is up at a ridiculous level so I can kill my eardrums later when I turn it off.

Finally, ALSO ALSO ALSO, if Thrawn exists in canon then Mara Jade must too and I will never get over it if she’s never made canon <-- me, barely holding out hope that she’ll appear in Ep 9. (She won’t, I keep trying to tell myself. but you know. headcanons and fanon and fanfiction are built on hope.)

[cuddleslutloki]

I have a genuine question. How often do you actually deal with antis? I've been following you for a bit now and it seems every so often you bring up antis. I've certainly kept my interest about thorki shut and locked away in a box from my friends for the simple fact that all of them think it's incest. It's not an easy topic of conversation but you just seem to handle all the antis so well? Also on an off note about beast!Thor, his favorite pass time must just be rutting into Loki 24/7 🤔

when someone tells you that you're romanticizing abuse [bc i made a stockholm moodboard for a fic] I don't know what I'm supposed to say other than I don't condone it but I write about it? Is writing about abusive relationships bad in writing??? you're the only person i ask for advice so thank you for anything in advance

i’m honestly really glad you came to me. i really do like discussing this topic in this kind of way bc i’ll never reblog an anti or answer an anti ask. even if you’re arguing against them, i don’t think it’s worth it to argue against them if it means also spreading what they’re saying

the basic premise of all anti behavior and ideology is censorship. that’s all it is. 

“i don’t like this topic, you need to stop writing it and making art for it. if you don’t stop there will be consequences.”

that is censorship and that is the kind of shit fandom has had to fight ever since there’s been fandom. women, poc, lgbt+ folks have been dealing with people telling us what we can and can’t write and enjoy for... well, probably forever. but we’re still here, creating the kind of content we want to see and indulge in.

as far as how to deal with antis, my advice is to ignore, ignore, ignore. they want what any bully wants: attention

you stop paying attention, you stop giving them time they don’t deserve from you, they’ll die off. there’s no point in fighting them directly. produce the content you want to see and enjoy what you want to enjoy. drown them out. you don’t owe them a response just because they come to you. they don’t have any qualms about being rude to you, so be rude back and just ignore them. i love blocking antis, personally. take out the garbage, y’know?

antis use the words ship and support as synonyms because they think that shipping is some radical call to action for lgbt rep instead of entertainment

shipping is not activism. shipping is about entertainment and enjoyment, nothing more

so this is why i have this very blasé attitude about antis. i just don’t give a fuck about them beyond making posts trashing their idiocy. because that’s what it is. it’s idiocy, but going deeper it’s puritanism at its finest. antis use fox news scare tactic logic under the guise of some pseudo feminist agenda because they don’t understand and don’t want to understand that enjoying dark fiction as entertainment isn’t equivalent to some greater moral stance

they use the same argument about shipping and fanfiction that WASP moms use against video games and loud music: that enjoying and consuming it will make you think it’s normal and there’s nothing wrong with it irl

okay, well, vlad the impaler never played CoD or far cry and caligula never watched hentai but we know why i’m bringing them up in this context without even heading over to wikipedia, don’t we?

they use the words abuse and pedophilia waaaaaayy too liberally and they’re doing more harm than good because they’re twisting and warping words that should have very specific meanings by using them so goddamn vaguely and irresponsibly 

my own personal theory is that these people are terrified that if they don’t yell in opposition to these topics 24/7 and actively attack content creators that they’d probably enjoy it, and they’ve been so programmed by the echo chamber of tumblr and twitter that they think this means they’re bad people. 

spoiler alert: that’s not what it means

i literally watched a circle jerk on twitter where screenshots of some mafia starker au got tweeted and retweeted w/ pictures of someone pouring bleach into cereal and people had asked to see more of the post. if you really don’t like something, you shouldn’t hate-read about it. it’s not productive, it does more harm than good if that’s the actual issue rather than some reverse psychology-style enjoyment they’re probably getting out of it.

they claim to hate this shit so much, but they’re reading hundreds and thousands of words and putting these images in their heads of their own free will. i don’t do that with shit i genuinely dislike. i avoid it.

i see antis say they enjoy thorki fanart because they think it’s cute, then they see it’s tagged thorki and they have an over the top reaction because the nature of anti ideology states you should never enjoy something like that, so if you do then you have to make the excuse of ignorance to prove that you’re still innocent and pure. enjoyment is apologism to them because they aren’t content to simply attack fan creators, they want to try and drive away the people who consume our art as well because they know you’re the cornerstone of fandom. consumers are why creators create. yeah, i write because i enjoy it, but i also write to connect to my readers and have people commenting on my fics when they like them.

it’s also worth noting that antis only ever talk about shipping. they only talk about sexual and romantic ships. i’ve never seen an anti talk about (often extreme) levels of violence in canon source material for the ships and characters they want to froth at the mouth over. 

seeing someone bleed out and choking on their own blood after being stabbed or shot or bludgeoned? meh

seeing a character who was once a child have a sexual thought about a character who was also once a child and is also their close friend? omg why are we trying to make fandom unsafe for people?

personally, i’ve also noticed that fandoms with darker canon material tend to have more chill fandoms most of the time. i think it also depends on the average age in a given fandom. there’s a major difference between fannibals and steven universe fans, let’s just say that.

creating a moodboard for a dark fic is not “romanticizing abuse” and at this point antis honestly have no fucking idea what that phrase is. they use those words the way a bored CEO uses social media buzzwords and hashtags in a staff meeting

if antis want to see true romanticizing of abuse then they can go to serial killer thirst tags and spot the fucking differences between shippers and people who forget that ted bundy was weak, flaccid, cowardly piece of shit

writing something dark or violent or whatever else and condoning the act or doing the act are different. this is why stephen king isn’t under government surveillance or in prison.

make no mistake, this anti shit only applies to fandom. they’re attacking creators here because creators out at the professional levels don’t give a fuck. they’ve tried, and they’ve failed. 

creators at the professional level understand something antis don’t: that being able to reconcile your enjoyment of dark media can be a sign of emotional intelligence and good emotional health. it’s cathartic. it’s allowed to be cathartic.

the most common consumers of dark fiction are members of minority communities and people who’ve been emotionally and/or sexually repressed for one reason or another. 

antis want to say that fiction doesn’t exist in a vacuum and they are 100% correct! because writing fanfiction and original fiction that relates to parts of my life that nearly killed me gives me control over something that was beyond me in the original context. writing about fucked up codependent, violent romance allows me to process my shit in a way that’s healthy and produces something fun and enjoyable.

my therapist knows i ship thorki, she knows i write thorki. i’ve had her read pieces of fanfiction i’ve written in addition to pieces of original fiction. y’know what she said? “wow, baylen, that’s vivid. you have a way with words!”

i read her a line out of smart boy and told her what the story was about and this trained professional said “well it’s a productive way to process some emotion that you clearly need to let out”

but you know what? if someone doesn’t have the trauma i have? let them write it, too! let them create and enjoy the fictional content they want! more cake, y’all!

finally getting around to one of the first parts of your ask, lol. thorki is incest. thor and loki are brothers. they were raised believing they were blood brothers, even. loki being adopted doesn’t change a thousand years of personal history where thor looked at loki and thought that they came out of the same woman, y’know? 

that’s his brother and in the comics his attachment to loki is even more intense. the mcu nerfed that shit. loki’s life has been intrinsically tied to thor’s ability to feel a full sense of joy. 

enjoying an incest ship isn’t some sign of moral depravity. writing abusive relationships isn’t bad. gone girl was made into an award winning movie. art should look like life, and sometimes life fucking sucks. dark stories, sad stories, fucked up holy shit idk if i can go to sleep after i read this stories exist for a reason. we need them. we have to have an outlet for our frustration, our anger, and especially our fear.

so which is the healthier option of these

to write up a piece of fanfiction where two siblings are in love in a way that might be cute and soft or might be destructive, depending on your mood?

or

attacking strangers you don’t know online and threatening violence against anyone who doesn’t think like you do?

i know what kind of person i want to be.

ship and let ship, thanks for reading my doctoral thesis office hours are always

[castielgurl]

What Is And What Should Never Be Chapter 5

fan art by KaitlinB

Jan 2043 of the future

Steve and his wife Natasha are sitting in the living room. They watch their son James video shared during his European mission.

"Hi Mummy and Daddy, I'm here in Budapest, look at Torunn, she's been sulking again, I've eaten all her pancakes, she chasing me with a sword in the hotel's lobby to the waterfall, Ha.Ha.Ha is really funny but I love to tease her It was very enjoyable. "James laughed and showed a red Torunn face

Steve and Natasha smile and laugh and say they miss him so much.

"Mummy and Dad I miss you both, I'm coming home soon, Mummy I miss your cooking and Dad I'm looking forward to seeing you, please take care of mum. Bye, I gotta go. I love you both." James ends the live recording.

Natasha and Steve smiled and laughed at his childishness.

"Look at our son, it's the same as yours," Steve said, touch Natasha's nose. Natasha laughed before her face suddenly changed

"In the past when I was pregnant with James, I was not sure if he could live, because I was at that point, I was really afraid if I could kill him, but God has fulfilled my prayer. I never thought I able to be a mother "Natasha remembers

"Nat, the love of a mother to their child never end, until the end of life, he's a very good man and you're the one who made him now," Steve said as he stroked Natasha's hair.

"It would be good if they were alive, imagine Wanda, Sam, Bucky if they were here," Natasha said while lying on her husband's shoulders.

Natasha is preparing dinner. James will be home soon

Steve just got a shower. He found his body aching and his spirit was pulling. He knows this, he cannot believe it happen again. He knew he had to find his wife.

Nat and Steve both met and realized they were run out of time. They both hug each other before they disappeared into dust.

"James" Nat's last words

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James and Bucky go back to 2043. All Avengers get the infinity stone.

"Show yourself now Beck, I know it's all just an illusion, who among you are the traitors!" James generates a shield and was ready to fight

"What are you talking about James? Calm down" Morgan was shocked by James's actions.

All Avengers are also shocked and try to calm him.

"Wait a minute, James what happened?" Sam tried to talk to the young man.

"Quentin Beck, the former Avenger has taken a soul stone, he is able to manipulate and create illusions, and he can take over the bodies of others. Well, let's stop now! Stop all this illusion Beck!” James started threatening

"Quentin Beck? Do you mean Mysterio?" Peter said "But he was a hero like I met him two years ago" Peter explained

"Peter, you're wrong about Beck, he's a bad guy, you've been deceived by him, we know him because he's our friend from our time," Cassie said. "He's been out for a long time”

"So how can we know if you are all good or bad people? We don`t know you" Falcon also didn`t know who to trust.

"This is what he wants. Beck wants us to fight each other and destroy us” James tries to convince them.

Suddenly green gas filled the room

James Hallucination

"James wakes up" James knows the voice.

"Thorunn? You're back" James kept hugging her

"James, your parents are here," Thorun told

"Mum Dad?" James ran towards his parents

"James, thank god nothing happen to you" Natasha hugged her son closely.

"Dad, what happened?" James asked because he didn`t remember anything

"James everyone has recovered, He has brought back everyone, nothing to worry about, but he's been killed when he does the snap," Steve said to calm his son.

"Who is he?" James is astonished

"Quentin Beck, he's the one who saved us all. He has eliminated the threat from other universes that are trying to destroy our world" Steve explained

"Beck? No, all of this is an illusion.” James began to realize something was wrong.

"James don`t worry, it's all right, you're safe, we're all safe." Natasha tried to calm her son.

"James looks at my face, it's ok, it's all over, your family and your friends are here. This is what you want James?" Thorun convinced James

James saw, Cassie, Morgan, Harley, Francis, Monica were all there.

"You're not real! It's all false! It`s a hallucination! Stop it all! Beck I've got you! Get out now!" James yelled

"Well you've got me, James," Beck said "You have a strong mind; you're not easy to be misled"

Suddenly James returned to the Avengers HQ's living room.

"Beck where are everyone? What are you doing to them all?" James look around

"They are all under my control; their souls are in my hand now," Beck said arrogantly

"So that's why you need the Soul Stone? to conquer the soul of all, with the power that you have that the only thing you can do?” James tried to challenge Beck.

"You have removed me from the team; you deny my rights as a hero! I am a hero! I am an Avenger!” Beck yelled

"You're trying control our mind, you make us hallucinations, you refuse to change. You're too dangerous! You're not going to be an Avenger forever!" James walked around him

"You're all jealous of my abilities! You are not equal to me! I've opened the time of the vortex now that our universe has been destroyed, now this world knows me as a hero, nobody knows who I am, they are just grateful for what is been given. They don`t know who you are, your parents don`t know you and you do not exist! " Beck said

"Beck, you're wrong, I've met my father, he knows that I exist. if I didn`t, why I'm still alive, I'm in this universe and I'm not going to stay silent. I'll make sure they know you. Now give me the soul stone and free everyone from your hallucinations” James said

"You will die today and will be forgotten forever" Beck is angry

James came close and held his shoulder tight. Beck draws James to fly with him. James beat Beck and Beck back against him. They both pounded each other until they both were thrown out of the building.

James immediately got up and attacked Beck. Beck put on the helmet and tried to make tricks for James to further hallucinate. But James knew Beck would lose in close to close fight. James is certainly a better opponent. James came leaping towards Beck. He pounds the helmet with his shield as hard as possible. Beck`s helmet is how he creates 3D illusions and deceives people around him. But the helmet does not break easily.

James then remembered his father was has a Shield. James uses a button on his arm to call the Shield. But Beck had attacked James with an energy blast. And James was thrown away. James got up immediately, and his father's Shield came to James. Beck uses an energy blast but James uses Shield to block the energy. Beck continuously releases all energy blasts. But James was not impressed and kept coming closer to Beck.

James came in front of Beck. Beck was scared because he was not capable of injuring James. He tapped the helmet using the Shield generator in his right hand and used his father's Shield in his left hand. He knocked hard and non stop. Eventually, Beck's helmet broke out and the released green gas disappeared. All Avengers were free from his grip.

All The Avengers gathered around Beck and James. Blocked Beck from escaped.

"Beck you've lost, now leave Soul Stone out." James threatened.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry James, and he was a liar." Peter apologized to James. James is just a few years older than Peter.

"I have not yet used my strongest power." Beck released Soul Stone and grips the stone.

Soul stone is capable of controlling life and death. Beck uses the stone and pull out avenger soul out of their body. All avenger souls come out of their bodies and they are under Beck's control. Everyone except James.

"Why your soul doesn`t come out from your body? Why it doesn`t affect you?” Beck feels unhappy

Beck tried to use Soul Stone's power. Drawn the energy power from the stone use it to James. Yet it doesn’t affect James. Beck and James didn`t understand what had happened. It's like James was immune to the power of the stone.

James attacks Beck. Hitting Beck with his Shield until his fainted. The Soul Stone is detached from James's grip and releases all the Avengers’ spirit. James saw everyone had returned.

James smiled to Morgan and Cassie. They have succeeded.

"Now we have all those stones. Let's bring our parents back" Morgan excited

James took the stone and it glowed very brightly in James's hand.

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James was suddenly lying on the lake. The cloud is in orange color. Where am I?

"You're in the Soul World" The child's voice astounds James. The boy stood at the end of the lake. He wore a white t-shirt and khaki pants and red shoes.

James looked closer. The child looks familiar. He saw himself while he was still a boy.

"What has happened? who are you and how can you look like me?" James asked his younger one.

"I am you, I was born in Soul World, and my mother had sacrificed herself to save everyone after they did reverse the snap, all those who had died return, before that they were all in the Soul World. She has been pregnant when she was alive in the world, because of Thanos snap I was missing from my mother's womb, but since my mother's die from sacrifice, both of us have been trapped in here. “James explains to James

Now it is clear why James existed in two universes. His mother was pregnant before the snap occurred.

"Little James, where is your mother?" James wanted to know if Natasha was here

"You mean our mother? She`s here, but she doesn`t know who you are but she probably will know her son, but I'll bring you to her, Come with me." Little James holds James's hand and pulls him in.

James was taken to a very beautiful place. The clouds are red, white, purple, blue. There is a small house there. In front of the house, there is a waterfall.

Little James ran into the house.

James looked down the waterfall. It looks endless.

"Hello, who are you" The voice of the woman is very distinctive. James knew the voice very well. A voice that sang him a Russian Lullaby when he was a toddler.

James turned and saw his mother still alive. She's still in her uniform. She holds the child's hand. James doesn`t know how to react. Some of the parts of him missed her so much some part of him was relieved because his mother was still alive.

Natasha saw the young man. She has never met him before. Her forehead was crimpled like she is trying to recognize something. Then her eyes grew bigger in shock and disbelief.

"You are James, you are my son." Natasha is shaking. Although she didn` know the young man. But she knows that face. Her conscience knew that he was her son. "You are so big! just like your father. You become a handsome man. You look so much like Steve" Natasha smile and come closer to really look at him.

"Mum, I came from the other universe, but no matter where I came from you are always be my mother" His mother shocked but his revelations. "Well, it`s a long story. In your universe, you die to sacrifice yourself for the soul stone. And Dad.." James said before his mother came and touched his face. Natasha held the young man's face with her palms. She could not believe that she could see her own son. He becomes a grown-up man. Natasha hugs James tightly. James felt peaceful in his mother arms. Even though she technically not his mother. But her voice is the same, her smell also the same. James looks down to his younger self and think.

But why his father didn`t know that he exists?

P/S: James is immune to soul stone power because he is born in the soul world

What you guys think about James character?. 

You can read in Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18920308/chapters/45199750

[razieltwelve]

Apartment (Final Rose)

Averia’s apartment was every bit as awesome as Taren had imagined. In accordance with his older sister’s personal sense of style, the apartment oozed a combination of understated elegance and cool efficiency. The more modern finishings coexisted alongside classical designs and layouts to create an impression of someone who was both mindful of the past but also looking toward the future.

The fact that the living room had a state-of-the-art entertainment centre didn’t hurt either. 

Instead of a television, there was a holographic projector so advanced that he just knew Diana, his other sister, had installed it because there was no way Averia could have gotten something that good from a store. There were even specially designed speakers carefully positioned around the room to guarantee perfect audio.

“I don’t suppose you're looking for a roommate, are you?” Taren asked.

Averia chuckled. “You’re eleven, Taren. I don’t think our parents would be pleased if you just moved in with me. Besides, I don’t actually spend that much time here.”

“Good point.” Taren kept track of the missions his sisters went on, and Averia went on a lot of missions. There weren’t a lot of people who could do what she could, and it wasn’t unusual for huntsmen and huntresses to take more missions while they were younger since they’d have to slow down a little once they started a family. Averia was still single, but it was hard to imagine her staying that way forever. She just needed to find the right person… or to notice that the right person wasn’t actually that far away. “But maybe you could give me the spare keys or something.” He put on his sunniest smile. “You know… so I could check on everything once in a while.”

Averia chuckled. “Why do I get the feeling that you’ll spend most of your time playing video games and watching stuff instead of actually checking anything.” She reached into her pocket. “But here. These are the spare keys. You’d have to ask our parents first, but if they’re okay with it, I don’t mind you dropping by every now and then.”

“Cool.”

“Kweh?”

Averia’s lips twitched. Fury was no longer a tiny chocobo chick. Now, he was the size of a pony, and he was more than capable of carrying Taren around at high speed. Thankfully, their parents had insisted on Taren wearing a helmet and safety gear when he rode Fury. Unlike Diana, he wasn’t practically indestructible, and his Aura hadn’t developed enough yet to truly protect him during a high speed collision. “As a matter of fact, it does have a large, extra-deep bathtub. You can have a look if you like, but I’m pretty sure you’ll fit.”

“Kweh kweh.” Fury nodded in satisfaction. “Kweh.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t keep any shampoo and conditioner for chocobos around. If you do plan on having a bath, send Diana a message. She can have one of her drones drop something off.” Averia grinned. “Now… how would you two like to watch the tournament?”

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Taren watched the battle unfolding in front of him. With the holographic projector running at full steam and with perfect audio, it was just like being in the stadium. “This guy is pretty good.”

“That’s Solarion Zephyr. His father was a three-time champion, and his mother won twice. He’s got good pedigree.” Averia’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “But he’s still a little raw. He needs more seasoning before he can win the tournament.”

Taren winced as Solarion’s opponent locked their blade before landing a head butt that sent the young man sprawling. "Ouch.”

“That sort of thing tells you a lot about him,” Averia continued. “A more experienced fighter would either have seen that move coming or done it himself. Solarian is very skilled, but he’s not very experienced. A veteran opponent is going to take full advantage of that.”

“But you could beat that other guy, right?” Taren asked.

“Yes,” Averia said. “But not at the tournament. I’m actually banned from competing in that one.”

“Really?” Taren looked at his sister. There was amusement in her green eyes, and her grin only widened as she passed the popcorn, pausing just long enough to slap away Fury’s speculative attempt to snatch the bowl. “How come?”

“I am banned from almost any tournament that allows competitors to use their Semblance. The same goes for Diana and our parents too.” Averia gave Fury a glare, and the chocobo huffed before politely asking for the popcorn. “Back before we were born, our Aunt Vanille had our mom enter some tournaments to help fund some of her projects. Those tournaments allowed the use of Semblances…”

“And mom went all Ragnarok on them?” Taren asked.

“Pretty much. She won about a dozen tournaments in a week before they caught on and banned her, but our Aunt Vanille had already made an absolute killing through some betting she did. In any case, certain Semblances are considered so powerful that their bearers are not allowed to compete in tournaments where Semblance usage is legal.”

“Who else is banned?” Taren asked.

“Well, Aunt Vanille is banned. Before they banned her, she actually won an entire tournament without throwing a single attack.”

“Lucky Fox is pretty cool, huh?”

“It’s evil,” Averia said. “And I say that as someone with arguably the most overpowered Semblance in existence.” She glanced back the fight, shaking her head ever so slightly as Solarion missed a block and took a punishing hit to the ribs. “But there are actually quite a few Semblances that are banned. I can send you a list. The only tournaments people like me are allowed to enter nowadays are the open tournaments that only have restrictions on inflicting fatal or crippling injuries.”

“But those are the biggest ones, right?”

“Yes, they do have the largest prize pools,” Averia replied. “But it seems almost unfair entering them. Besides, I’m away on missions a lot.”

“That’s true.” Taren leaned back in his wonderfully comfortable chair. “By the way, I know why I’m here.”

“I’m sure you do. You’re a clever boy, Taren.”

“Mom just got back from a mission after being gone for a month, so she and mother want…” Taren shuddered. “Alone time.”

“Consider yourself lucky,” Averia replied. “My apartment is a good half an hour away by car. When we were your age, they’d just send us next door. And with how keenly I can sense Aura…”

Taren turned green. “You could tell if they were… doing stuff?”

Averia twitched. “Only if they were really… enthusiastic, but yes. The more familiar with someone’s Aura you are, the more easily you can detect fluctuations in it.” She smiled at Taren. “For instance, I can sense your Aura from more than a mile away with enough detail to see if you’re feeling happy or sad and the same goes for Fury. With Saviour active, I could probably locate you anywhere on this planet now that you’ve awakened your Semblance and your Aura is a bit bigger.”

“That’s kind of scary.” Taren shuddered. “Is that why mother always catches us if we try to sneak out.”

“Pretty much. The key is to keep your Aura signature as calm and restful as possible. If you panic or are stressed, she’ll notice, and she’ll catch you.”

“Huh… that’s good to know.” Taren glanced over to where Fury had commandeered the bowl of popcorn. “So… I guess I’ll be spending the weekend here then.”

“Yep.” Averia laughed. “That’s not too bad, is it?”

“No, it’s cool.” Taren smiled. “But I don’t suppose there’s anywhere to practice, is there? Mom has been showing me some stuff with the spear, and I’d like to practice, so I don’t forget it.”

“This apartment building has an extremely large and well equipped gym. I can show you after dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“I’ll make dinner tomorrow,” Averia said. “But takeout should be okay for tonight.”

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Author’s Notes

Averia ends up living in an apartment after she graduates from Beacon. It’s about half an hour from the Yun-Farron house by car, and it’s a very well-to-do part of town. However, she doesn’t actually spend that much time there. 

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Gintama Chapter 699 Review

After 10,000 years, this series is free. It’s time to conquer Earth! But seriously, it felt like it has been years since we last have a new Gintama chapter. The last one wasn’t truly the final chapter, but only final to be released in Weekly Shounen Jump. Today, Sorachi is on a mission to finish the series for good with a proper sendoff. What way to make a comeback than delivering a chapter that define Gintama perfectly; hysterical parody, emotional driven characters, and action-packed ride with a gut-wrenching cliffhanger.

By the time you see the color spread, you’ll know we’re off with a great start with Silver Ball Z. It’s remarkable how accurate Sorachi captured the visual work of Toriyama. From the character’s angle to design, it’s well deserved achievement to capture the sensation. Kondo didn’t need alteration though; he’s already a gorilla, so only the style has changed. To make the parody even better, the good portion of the beginning is a recap done in Dragon Ball style.

This is one of the best “previously on” segment that I have ever seen. It’s quite brilliant to take advantage of switching from one magazine to another and start off with a recap to remind the fans what happened while have a good laugh. It’s not only the artstyle that has changed, but even the narration reflects the same way how Dragon Ball has done in the past. All it was missing was the soundtrack. It is gold, or silver, however you want to call this moment. I laughed so hard at Katsura designed as Yamucha, and Takasugi designed as Vegeta. Strangely enough, it captured their character too well. Before the chapter truly begins, Katsura strikes Gintoki with Wolf Fang Fist.

The comedy doesn’t focus only on Dragon Ball parody, but also on Sorachi himself. Apparently, because of more time and switch to Jump Giga, Sorachi is now putting effort to his work with great quality of art, even if it does resort to Dragon Ball. Oddly enough, this seems to be low-key true to other Mangaka, but I digress. Hilarious that Katsura buries Yamucha by calling it a loser role. Rest in Peace, Yamucha. The best part is the ending of the parody. I seriously think Sorachi believes all of it.

Now that Gintama is in another magazine, Gintoki has nothing to worry about. No more worries about One Piece overshadowing him and no more worries about the rising suns that are Black Clover, My Hero Academia, and Haikyuu!!! to overshadow him. He can now overrun the world of Jump Giga, starting with Akira Toriyama’s power. So much so, he pulls the exact same ending shot from Dragon Ball. That is pure gold. Could you imagine if the series did end the same way? We’re going to need Gintama Super then. Takasugi brings the scene back to reality with Galick Gun. Oh how I missed this series.

He does have a point though. If there were silver balls, why bother planning this ambush in the first place? There wouldn’t be any need to sacrifice and nothing will be at stake. Well, thank goodness, it doesn’t exist. We can’t ruin the excitement now. Of course, what Sorachi does best is to segue to a more serious matter from a gag. It’s true with silver balls, life would be much easier on them, but Takasugi has no regrets. He’s thankful that they made it this far with their own hands; no tricks, no magic, just pure talent. All thanks to Shouyo. This is the type of writing I missed from this series. From there on, it’s all action-packed with many things to offer.

I assume with all the time Sorachi has with Jump Giga, he has enough energy to add plenty of details and sequences to the action scenes without wasting so much spaces. Unlike Boruto, it uses the panels wisely for tension and suspense. It’s why the action starts with a bang, literally and figuratively. It’s the Disciples against the cult followers. That panel with all three kicking asses while feeling the excitement is great. Thankfully, it’s not all of the story that was being told here.

Although they reached to the Altana Terminal, the ship that crashed is absorbing the altana. That means Shouyo’s body is absorbing it and soon, Tendoshu will gain a new way for their immortality plan. This does raise the tension higher, now that we establish that they’re on a ticking time bomb. They have to rush all the way up there and when you look at the scene, it’s incredibly difficult. It’s baffling how much people truly desired for immortality this badly. That’s where we receive a really heartfelt moment during the heated action.

While the action goes on as it becomes intense, Katsura begins a heartfelt speech that is shared with others that ties in the morale of immortality and cherish the life you’re given. Even if they were to die, he will have no regrets. It’s hard to say if their reunion was joy or sorrow, but it’s certain if one outlives another, it would be impossible to find another person like them. They have ups and downs, trying to kill each other. Despite all of the troubles, their bonds can’t be severed. It’s the bond that’s worth limiting to. Honestly, I can’t do it justice without the mention of its sequences.

The reason why this was so heartfelt isn’t just because we know their friendship is truly one of the kind or how well-written the dialogue is. It’s the action set piece that drives the emotion home with great sincerity. Not only it was entertaining, but you can grasp the words’ meaning at its best, leaving you feeling really good and emotional. It has great effective use of the flashback panels and the focus view to leave a strong impact. Like how Takasugi holds Gintoki’s hand to show the comradery, the unbroken friendship. It’s so damn good to see this series back again.

Gintoki can relate to the followers on one thing: not wanting to die. He can understand their wishes because he too wants to live long and enjoy the sensation with his friends. The others have their own wish to meet Shouyo. They want to vent out their frustration, but they may never know how much of a beating they will give until they feel satisfied. Not even eternity would do. Those panel shots with all of them enjoying are sublime. That’s how you do friendship. Those three are the best. The one major downside is the old friend of mine: darkness and it raised death flags.

Katsura spots a rocket launcher and push everyone back to dodge. Only he takes the damage from the impact, weakened enough to slow them down. They then gets trapped by both sides of their pathway, which seems like the end for them. While I didn’t think of that, I was a bit worried on what’s about to happen with Katsura injured. Anything goes and that’s what happens next. The explosions erupt from the wall, essentially saving the three from their certain doom. That’s where the other best part of the series comes in: the characters.

It was clear that it was too much for the three to handle all of the enemy alone, which is why it’s a great time to bring back all other characters to the fray. I like how Shinseigumi orders them to comply and if they don’t, then more power to them, because they would love to show their power. It’s not just them, it’s every character that has been around for a long time. It’s like witnessing Super Smash Bros. Ultimate: Gintama Edition; everyone is here! All it was missing was that theme song from Be Yorozuya Forever. Book it, anime staff!

What makes the scenario even better is how they are reflecting the long grueling journey after being ruled by Amanto for 20 years. They went through hell many times, but the result is paying off greatly. After the war, it made them stronger than ever. It’s no wonder earlier in the arc, it emphasized the growth of the Samurai. No more they will feel fear from them; it’s time to take Earth back. It’s a message that reads, “It’s been a long journey for your favorite characters, but they learn and grow, and when they show the result, the journey ends.” It’s already building for the closure that we have been waiting for.

You can’t do this justice without the beloved main characters. Just when Otae blocks the attack, which by the way is the same shot from the anime preview back in Jump Festa, the two come to save the day. Most importantly, after for so long, they can finally say, “Welcome to the country of Samurai.” The monthly release schedule really pays off for the quality panels like the one with Shinpachi and Kagura. So great to see them again. I got to remind myself how heroine is treated as well as a main character that doesn’t overshadow the protagonist. Yorozuya’s reunion is so close. I can almost taste it.

Characters aren’t great without amusing interactions. Matsudaira and Kondo are cooperating from sky and ground, like the good old time. Despite their political differences, mainly on the marriage, they are great friends. No matter what timeline they’re in, it will always be the Era of Samurai. Hijikata and Sougo work alongside with Shinpachi and Kagura, while she rubs in that Yorozuya is better than Shinseigumi as Sougo denies that claim. Some things never change, but that’s the way we like them.

There is an interesting development regarding with Utsuro. Tendoshu are in the process of gathering the Altana, but they are on the verge of losing their cult. The head leader however is fine with the way things are going. Shouyo’s body is slowly gaining a new heart. That will leave his disciples carrying a spare that wouldn’t destroy Tendoshu’s plan. Now the question comes in: why would the head leader needs to revive Shouyo completely? That’s where things get twisted.

If you have watched the preview from Jump Festa, there was a very strange scene with Utsuro mixed with Tendoshu’s body. It turns out that was true and not only true, but Utsuro has stolen their will. All this time, the plan isn’t for the sake of immortality, but instead, to revive Utsuro under his will. It makes sense considering that they consumed so much blood that they just so happen to control it like it belongs to them. The blood is like a virus, soon it will overpower you and a new mind will be inserted; case in point, Utsuro’s. In short, he has returned. This begs the question. Will Shouyo return as Utsuro with a new heart? It’s quite freaky to see three Utsuros in one setting.

The elevator scene is like a checkpoint for Gintoki and others to cool down and talk for a moment. Katsura does the talking while the other two stay quiet. It’s due to what Katsura said about their people and friends; everyone has grown stronger. They aren’t weak to ask them for a favor, rather fighting to help them. You can say they grew accustomed to be the one helping, not vice versa. Jumping ahead for a bit, Takasugi asks Gintoki for the heart; influenced by Katsura’s words, but not really all bright. They have enemies waiting for them, essentially, this scene become calm before storm.

Shinpachi and Kagura are assisted by Kyuubei and her clan, preventing reinforcements to barge through. It is the series’ way to have certain character to say their words or blessing, starting with her. She wishes to fool around a little longer with Gintoki and others like the good old days. She would be happy if they ruin her marriage interview. How charming.

In the midst of tensed action scene with Gintoki and others at the elevator lobby, Tsukuyo and others fight off the reinforcements to open path for Yorozuya. She gets shot through her leg. Damn. Luckily, Sacchan and Zenzou are there to back her up. Interesting though fitting for Sacchan to encourage Tsukuyo to not to die, unless she is with her lover. Strange use of context about the crotch spot, but the meaning holds the significant value. She’s not planning to die; she will live to see Gintoki again. Sorachi sure knows how to please the pairing fans; I’ll take it. I like Zenzou’s words for him as well. If he doesn’t return, then say goodbye to Jump issues. That’s funny yet heartwarming.

It’s hard to review the segment with great justice with its transition between Gintoki and his friends. It’s worth mentioning because how the scenes greatly complements the segment about what Gintoki has lost and gain. Takasugi wants the heart because he wants him to enjoy the life he can still take back. While that is seriously nice of him, Gintoki’s response is even nicer. He is fine with the way things are, because he doesn’t need to take it back. He got everything there. That includes Takasugi; when they fought alongside, when they fought against each other. That’s Gintoki’s reason to be there; never to lose anything. God, I’m going to miss this series.

The ending is crazy, especially the cliffhanger. Just when we got a teary sentimental scene, shit hits the fan when the explosion erupted by the lobby door. Damn you, Michael Bay! The heart slips out and Katsura is the only guy that can grab it. I was struck when his hand almost reaches it, only to get stabbed by the staff. Damn, that looks bad. Hitsugi sends him down crashing. I don’t know where they landed, but if they are fine more or less, I sense a new battle.

The intensity doesn’t stop as Gintoki trying to hold on the rope, which is ripping his skin. Cringe. Takasugi has to make an opening for them to land, so he jumps towards the door and breaks it, badass style. Wow, that was close. That elevator breakout scene was so damn good. Another scene from Jump Festa happens with Takasugi holding his hand out for Gintoki to grab onto. A couple of panels are used for heartfelt friendship scene as well as tension. It’s all fine and well, until Takasugi’s hand weakens. Tendoshu stabbed him with a sword. That’s where the chapter ends. Dammit, Gorilla…

I know Takasugi is semi-immortal, but the fact is he’s running out of time. If anything, this lessen the time even further. For all we know, this could be his last extra life, so if he were to die again, that’s it. Not to mention, it’s Tendoshu or Utsuro behind him, so the battle will be tough for him, even if not killed. This chapter has set up a death flag for each disciple, one in which has the highest. That’s Takasugi. Will he die here? I honestly don’t know.

This chapter was long but that’s expected for a month worth of content. With that said this was a hell of a return. There was a hilarious parody that this series is known for. There were tons of great action with plenty of fun moments. Characters were stellar as usual with believable motivations and relationships. The art is very solid, worth taking a time off. The ending was jarring with a cliffhanger that can make a person skip a heartbeat. It’s Gintama. I don’t know how many chapter we have left, but I will savor this as long as I can. The next chapter can’t come any sooner.

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Welcome to another profile on Behind the Screens, giving you personal insight on who your favorite creators are and what they do when they aren’t wowing you with their creative ability.

Hiya! I’m popping out of my writing cave to share with you the greatness of another artist, Glitter-cake20, also known as Sammy.  You’ve probably seen her awe-inspiring manips, gifs, incorrect quotes, and stories floating around your dashboard. In our talk, she shares her #1 guilty pleasure ship, creates her optimal Teen Wolf Puppy Pack spin-off, and lets us in her creative process.

Sammy! Why don’t we start off simple? Tell us about yourself. The catch: the word count is either to or less than the number of letters in your two favorite Teen Wolf episode names. (ex. Raving + Galvanize = 19)

Memory Found + Smoke and Mirrors = 25

I’m really lazy. I like reading. I’m great at killing zombies on Xbox. I have blood in my coffee stream. I have resting bitch face. 

Ooh, what makes these two your favorite?

Memory Found because i feel like that is really where Theo learned to be selfless. He fought with Liam knowing he could get killed or taken, and then later he literally sacrificed himself for a pack that wanted him dead.

Smoke and Mirrors - the entire Mexico trip was great but the part that really stood out in Smoke and Mirrors was when Berserker Scott had Liam pinned to the wall and Liam said “Scott listen! You’re not a monster, you’re a werewolf like me” which parallels to earlier in Season 4 when Scott had said that same thing to Liam. It was just beautiful because it showed how Liam had accepted himself as a werewolf.  Also, Derek evolving was just wow!

And how did you come to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

You know, I had just created a twitter account and I was just following few accounts for Teen Wolf, kind of just bopping along with all the other popular ships, and then someone made a post about “OMG what was THAT” and I opened the video and it was Theo and Liam making glorious eye contact, and I was never the same again.

What drew me in the most was that Theo was so vulnerable when Liam brought him back. He was once such a badass and now he was suddenly latched on to Liam - just made my heart melt. And Liam is my boy, but he made me so angry when he was mean to Theo! Like no boo, that’s not how Scott raised you!

Lately, there’s been exclamations from our pack about Thiam bleeding into their real lives (like, seeing their relationship in every movie/song or experiencing story plots in real life, etc.), have you felt this sensation recently? If so, in what ways?

Yes!  I was sitting at a coffee shop writing the other day, and this adorable couple walked in. My brain immediately went “That’s Theo and that’s Liam” And I’m like, what is actually wrong with me? And literally every epic movie quote is now about Thiam, I’ve actually done a bunch of edits about that, which I will share for the Thiam Movie Fest.

Omg! That totally happens to me all the time, everywhere!! Since you see Thiam in anything, would you say they’re your #1 guilty pleasure ship? If not, what are your guilty pleasure ships, couples where you don’t care who knew or who disagreed, you ship them regardless?

Oh gosh I’ve had many. Stalia was one.  I really liked the dynamic, in the same breath I was also pining for Stydia. I loved Jethan when that teaser came out.  Briam, although I don’t think anyone would disagree.  Brett and Mason!  And even when Scott and Allison broke up I was like, no but Scallison.  I literally ship anything. 

If you could build the ultimate paintball/laser tag team from any five characters on Teen Wolf, who’d be on your team and why? Twist: now, choose one Teen Wolf villain who’d be your secret weapon, provided they don’t double-cross you first, mwhahaha. 

Mmm okay…(this actually makes me excited!) So for paintball, first of all I’d choose Corey for his ability to disappear and strike from a position unknown to our opponents. Then I would pick Theo, he’s proven to be quite strategic and cunning in mapping out a plan! Peter, because he just no objection to kicking ass, any time any place. Kira, because she can divert the paintballs with her sword (and yes in my mind they would allow her to take the sword onto the field, shh). Braeden, because she’s just a total badass and I just love her. And for my secret weapon I would choose Jackson so he can paralyze the opposing team with his Kanima venom!! Ha!

Jackson would be a total knockout secret weapon. The game would be over in seconds lol! Let’s jump into your works. Like @da-smiley99​, our artist last week, you also create a little bit of it all: drabbles, gifs, manips, and incorrect quotes. For you, which would you say is your favorite art form? How do you balance creating them all? 

I really love doing the incorrect quotes, they are fun and I enjoy looking for gifs to match!

Whatever inspiration hits first is what I will do, most of the time its manips/aesthetics that I do for other writer’s work. I love appreciating and promoting what people have created because I know the effort that goes into it. There are still so many works I would like to do an edit for!

If your creative process for these pieces was a person, describe him or her to us. What do they do? Wear? Listen to? How do they handle conflict?

She’s running around in a pink fur coat, stilettos, champagne in hand, chocolates stuffed in her cheek yelling “OH MY GOD!” at everything. I imagine her in a clothing store, the clothes being ideas, and she’s just grabbing everything pilling it onto her arm in a heap, eventually losing her balance and falling over. So when the shop assistant (my family) is like “Mam, you need to calm the hell down” she just runs to the next store, her champagne spilling as she wobbles down the sidewalk in the way-too-high stilettos. She probably listens to Taylor Swift in her pink drop top.

And what’s hers (and your) writing Kryptonite? How do you two battle it?

With regards to writing -I come up with the most amazing and original idea for a story and I manage to write one mind blowing paragraph and then I’m stuck.  That’s why I take so long to create a story, it just takes me forever to get inspired again.  I have a few WIP’s and I don’t know what to do with them!

Creating comes pretty easy and I haven’t had many hiccups while editing. I just suck at making video edits and I honestly wish I was better at it because I have so many ideas! I usually fight writer's block with generous amounts of wine.

If you did become that video-making mastermind, which one of those ideas would you explore first?

I always wanted to do an AU vid of Thiam just living life you know. Id also like to do a “trailer” for these amazing fics that’s been written, kind of like what was done for Airplanes!

I sense a perfect opportunity to practice your videographer skills, mentally, of course! Say you were the Jeff Davis of the Puppy Pack Teen Wolf Spin-Off. Describe your very first and last scene of the pilot episode? How would you put your personal touches on those two scenes? 

Personal Touches: A-class lighting because we suffered enough with the ever loving darkness of Teen Wolf.  I’d like to see the characters develop more of a personal style, Liam would probably wear more ‘jock’ outfits as he plays varsity lacrosse now. I’d love to put Theo in shorts for a change, maybe an early morning kitchen scene where he is wearing boxer shorts…okay I’m getting distracted.

Eeek!  Okay so, the Opening scene would be Theo, Liam and Alec running from hunters, Theo has Liam by the arm, he pushes Liam and Alec into his truck and ducks in behind them. They speed off. Then he starts yelling at Liam “Are you crazy, Li?! I’m getting real tired of saving you!” (que fandom freaking because he is calling him “Li” now) and then at Alec “And you! What the hell did we tell you about sneaking out with Liam!?” Liam and Alec are just out of breath trying not to  laugh at Theo. Theo calls Mason to confirm that they are fine.

Closing scene: Liam flops down on the couch in the McCall house, next to Theo (because that’s where he is staying now) “So, uh, thanks for coming to get us today”. “You’re an idiot” but Theo smiles. “How did you find me anyway?” Liam is twiddling his thumbs, “Tracked your scent” Theo gets up abruptly and leaves. Yup it’s going to be a slow burn!

Oooh, and which TW characters would you bring back as cameos or minor characters?

Frikken Danny! I feel like the guy deserved better. So definitely Danny.  I’d make him the supernatural privy teacher at the high school. Brett would also come back -as a ghost haunting Liam, especially when Li gets angry then Brett would just be in the corner jabbing insults at him and the pack would look at him like he’s crazy when he yells at the wall to shut up. Scott would make regular appearances. Deaton, Argent and Melissa would be regulars, and I think a guest appearance by Jackson because for some reason they are going to need a vile of his Kanima venom. Kira’s going to come looking for her sword at one point. And Isaac shows up with Scott a few times.

I agree with you about Danny; we needed more of him! We should petition to get you in the writer’s room because I need your ideas to happen!! 

How about gifs/manips specifically? Where does your inspiration for those stem from?

I would think of a scene that I really would have loved to happen and then I try to match it as best I can using existing material. Sometimes i would just be scrolling through gifs and I’d be like “oh wait! This with this is perfect!”

Ooh, up for a quick demonstration? Let’s pick one of your favorite fanfiction scenes lately. Which images/thought processes would stick out to you? Any specific gifs come to mind?

So let’s take Airplanes 28 for example. The scene where Liam is weighing up all his options about how to deal with his feelings and Theo asks what his problem is.  I would use the scene from S6 in the locker room where Liam is punching the locker, it had a few different shots of Liam being frustrated. For Theo’s part I’d use the scene form 6x16 where he actually says ‘what is wrong with you”. Then I just use the app to edit and merge them and voila.

That’s pretty neat. I didn’t even know you could use apps to mash gifs together! If someone wanted to get started with creating manips/gifs, what advice/steps would you give them?

If you’re doing it from your phone, like me, you have to firstly find the right gif app preferably one that does video to gif and vice versa. There are a few that work really well, so hit me up if you want more detail!  I’m also still learning so if anyone has any suggestions let me know.

We’ve chatted about your art for Thiam. Do you also create outside of the Thiam fandom? Original Fiction/Artwork? Other Fandoms?

I used to write and draw when I was younger, the Thiam fandom actually got me back into all of that! I don’t have any of my earlier writing works anymore but I still have drawings.

Aww, can you remember what you liked to write back then?

It was all fictional stories, mostly horrors! I loved writing scary stories, short or long and I would sometimes freak myself out a bit, especially late at night. I remember the one was about a guy whose car ‘broke down’ on a deserted road and he went looking for help at an old farmhouse and couldn't figure out why the people were so weird towards him, so after a few days he left, walking back down the road and he came across his car completely wrecked, his dead body hanging halfway out the door...he was a ghost haha.

Looking ahead, what’s one piece you’re working on that you’re dying for the pack to see?  

Yes! This is a snipped of the AU I’m doing for the Movie fest:

-“That’s him,” Corey said nodding in Theo’s direction “that’s the Judo champ”,

By the time Liam realised he had been staring it was too late, Theo’s head was tilted to the side, an amused grin spread across his face as he looked down slowly at this abdomen and then back up at Liam. There was no reason for Liam to deny that Theo Raeken was gorgeous, that he looked like a demigod in the golden light of the street lamps, but this was not the time for these kinds of thoughts. ‘Get it together Liam’, he shook his head as if to rid his mind of Judo Boy.-

I will also attempt some manips for this piece!

Ooh, intriguing. How dare you stop there! I guess we’ll just have to wait until next week, smh. One final anecdote before we wrap up?

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in situation like that and what did you do?

The PA of our department at work tried to sell me sex toys from this ridiculously expensive catalogue and tried to make me have a sex toy party for my birthday because she would get a free gift and commission for it. First I said, but my friends and family ain’t about that life, and she’s like “No I’ll just invite all my friends it's fine” (to my birthday?? Okay bih). So then I said I’ll think about it hoping she’d forget. She didn’t.  Eventually I told her that I’m not doing anything for my birthday but thanks.

Oh no, she didn’t! It was your birthday smh. You’re stronger than me! Not only would she convince me to throw the party, I’d have bought at least  two things from that freaking catalogue haha! Well, we’re coming to an end, but first, what’s next for you? Both in life and in the creation world? 

Career wise I’d like to do a few courses, and really start going into the direction of what I really love, which is anything creative, instead of just doing a 9-5 to pay bills, you know?  So I’m going to look for a way to bring these two worlds together so that I can always do what I love. Fandom wise, I really want to do more writing, explore different characters and ships!

And, we’ll be over here, looking forward to more of your writing! Finally, Is there anything else you’d like to say? The floor is all yours. Dance away!

I hardly get to writing my own ideas so I’m reluctant to say that I'll take prompts for fics and frankly I take so long to write that it will be disappointing, however, if someone has a scenario/idea for an incorrect quote, manip or aesthetic requests, I’m all for it! I would love to do it! Other than that i just want to thank this entire fandom, you guys are keeping this ship sailing and its beautiful! Keep doing what you’re doing!

Aww, thank YOU for writing, creating, and giving us a lens into your world! I’ll be looking forward to the day you gift us with all the Thiam videos haha. From there, we give you Glitter-cake20. 

As always, you can keep the conversation going; respond to any of her thoughts, ask more questions, send a prompt, or simply swing by for a chat with Sammy anytime. To dive into her works, check out her Tumblr. You can also find her on instagram!

Tumblr: Glitter-cake20

Ask Box: glitter-cake20

Instagram: @spraybitch_chrisberry

That’s all for now, so stay warm, amused, and tuned for next week’s Movie AU edition with @underthegallowws.

Over and Out <3 

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Alrighty, so I was tagged forever ago by @a-for-alternative, @angletic, and @senti-renai for

{11} Questions

1. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger 

2. Write 11 questions of your own. 

3. Tag 11 people

So since this’ll be long, I’ll put my answers under a cut~

From a-for-alternative

1&2. Do you think you’re a ‘good’ person? Do you think the people around you are 'good’ people?

Yes and Yes. The people around me make mistakes and I certainly have my flaws, but I think in general, we’re all trying our best to be good people and constantly striving to be better.

3&4. Imagine the person you’re most reliant on or most love. Now imagine they are an imposter - they killed and took the identity of person you believed them to be years ago. Do you confront them? Would you want to find the body?

I- okay um, so the person I imagined is my mom, and.. I would confront them and see why they did what they did and how long they’ve been pretending, because if I’ve known them all my life then, all the memories I’ve associated with that identity are still true, if that makes sense. I wouldn’t want to see the body, and if they continue as they had been before, then I guess I’d continue as well.

5&6. If you lost all of your possessions, what would be the first thing you would replace? What thing would you miss most?

I’d immediately replace my phone because I need that to get anywhere as I’m completely dependent on rides from other people. I’d most miss any artwork or wips that I never posted because those took a lot of effort.

7&8. What is one thing you would never wish on your worse enemy? Have you ever experienced it?

Depression and yeps :finger_gun:

9&10. Choose 1 superpower. Why did you choose that?

Teleportation bc I’m lazy and scared of driving.

11. What is one piece of advice you could give that you’ve learned about life?

Do what you want and do it confidently. If you have a tall stride and block out the noise, it won’t matter what other people are thinking and you’ll inspire confidence in others to do what they were scared to do too.

From angletic

1. What’s the funniest/dumbest thing you’ve ever done?

I fell backwards onto the floor in my desk chair in my room and just decided to sleep there. 

2. What’s your opinions on “cringey” fandoms? (ie. FNaF, undertale, cuphead, MLP, hetalia, etc.)

I haven’t interacted with them tbh, but I think there’s two types of things people mean when they call something cringey. a) Something childish and underdeveloped, something you’d look back on like I can’t believe I was so embarassing, i.e. rainbow mary sue wolf ocs, welcome to my twisted mind, etc or b) meanspirited exclusionist or generally hateful/ignorant comments that physically pain you to read. A) is a sort of cringe that shouldn’t even be cringe just embrace your middle school woes, but B) is harmful and turns people away from otherwise good content.

3. Do you consider yourself to be an optimist or a pessimist?

Optimist~ Pessimism just makes me sad

4. What youtubers/instagram comedians/other social media people are you subscribed to and actively watch?

Thomas Sanders, Dan and Phil, some music ppl like TraciJHines and Lindsey Stirling

5. What are some red flags you watch out for when making friends?

Just the way they treat/talk about other people

6. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever lost/broken/stolen?

I once took my stepmom’s Dooney&Bourke bag (some fancy name brand) to the movies and left it in the seats when I ran to the bathroom. It had my money and phone in it too. I assumed that they would watch it and got in trouble for it later.

7. If anything, what would you change super mario’s catchphrase to?

‘Pizza go’ no reason really

8. Got any secret/hidden talents you want to share? if so, can you tell what they are?

Secret hidden talents? Um.. I’ve been told I’m good at reading aloud, like I was pulled out of class in first grade to read to visitors considering the school.

9. What jokes/phrases have you seen online that you now incorporate into your daily speech?

I got some writing tics from Mystic Messenger like ^^ and ;; and I say ‘mood’ and ‘me’ a lot in real life.

10. If you could change one (1) thing in the world with the click of a button and have no consequences, what would it be? (you can do anything. want your fav fictional character to exist? there they are. being your fav. solve world hunger? bang. there it is. goth gf? there she is, crying in a bathroom stall)

Give everyone in the world a healthy dose of empathy and communication skills. I think we’d solve a lot more problems that way.

11. What’s a movie/picture/quote etc. that never fails to make you laugh? Post the link!

From senti-renai

1. What’s one of your favourite Death Note headcanons (if any)?

L took the alias Ryuzaki from B who took it from A who also named their cat that. Thanks to aseraphfell. 2. Is there anything that confused you in childhood that you only understood as you got older?

I feel like I still am a child, I’ll figure it out later. 3 & 4. What’s your favourite colour…. and why? (I’m curious)

I don’t have one because have you seen colors, they’re good stuff. When people ask I usually just gravitate towards whatever color fits my mood in the moment. The only color I don’t like is a washed out puke green yellow. 5. Do you see yourself as approachable or are you reserved?

Hm, I think I’m approachable online because I get to talk about my interests and be nerds with you all, but offline I’m just awkward unless I’m specifically making an effort to be friendly *cough* retail *cough* 6 & 7. Are there any dreams you’ve had that have stuck with you/are difficult to forget? If so, what about?

My dreams are so fun! Like when I had to free princesses from crystals cerca Kingdom Hearts style, or pretend play as an unassuming manipulative villain with my friends, or escape from an actual villain who had me kidnapped, or rescue my friends from monsters and avoid murderous snowmen with acid snowballs. I’ll often postpone waking up to finish my dream. 8. What’s your favourite video game?

Go to answer is Kingdom Hearts, though I do tend to play Sims more. 9. Dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Mmm let’s go with dark, though I will gladly take any chocolate. 10. What’s the longest time you’ve been in any fandom for? 

Hm, does Disney count because I’ve grown up with that my whole life 11. Favourite fanfic? 

Noel. The best. If you haven’t read it, it’s a fandom must. Here you go.

But also this. I don’t even really ship BxL but I enjoyed the case and the exploration of B’s relationship with L and with A and the writing itself. I just remember being blown away by this when I read it, and immediately got a new level of respect for @voldy-in-my-turban.

And while we’re at it, here’s a good BxNaomi one shot I just read recently by @jettiebettie. This fandom has some great writers.

Questions

1. What’s a fic/art idea you wish you could just will into existence without having to write it yourself?

2. Favorite mythological creature?

3. If you could see something that others couldn’t, what would you want to see? (Lifespans, a new color, people’s sexuality, the elemental spirits of the world, dead people, etc)

4. What do you do to calm down?

5. Which character do you wish got more love from the fandom?

6. How do you determine what’s real?

7. You’re a detective on a case and you’ve accidentally gotten really attached to the murderer. What do?

8. What do you need right now?

9. How would you describe your ideal aesthetic?

10. What’s a weird/obscure thing that you enjoy?

11. Are you a protagonist?

And I tag @writer-with-caffeine, @eyecicles, @devilsies, @lawlietislaw, @the-real-death-note-victim, @catfishmaster, @o-zma, @synapsi-s, @american-apple-pie, @welcome-to-my-space, @drowning-in-dn-hell