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mostlyanything19 · 2 years

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So I’m on episode 46 and Yasha is having storm visions of the past and--

Ashley is there so little during the early Mighty Nein episodes that Yasha is seldom more than a very, very quiet person who fights with them and does little else in terms of interactions, but... man I love Yasha! Every time Ashley is there, even if it’s just for a little bit, she brings such a quality to the character. I can’t get enough of her, she’s so good.

And Ashley’s absences...it was a similar thing with Pike, in that they do inform the character. They can’t not. And Yasha is deliberately built with those absences kept in mind, you can tell. She’s so quiet, anyone can pilot her without necessarily having to roleplay her, which makes it possible for her to at least on paper be around without Ashley being there. Travis or Matt strew in a sentence for her here and there and it doesn’t seem out of character that she doesn’t have more to say - not like whenever Laura is missing and Jester is either weird bc she’s way too quiet or weird bc other people can’t properly play her.

But it also does something with Yasha, and in this episode it shows and it’s just that little bit more heartbreaking. When she comes late to breakfast and grumbles about not having been woken up, and then after a while just says it: You guys were gone six days. I had no idea where you were, I looked for you everywhere in that room and you were just gone, all of you, all at once. And Nott starts in about if she held funerals for them, and it actually after a moment gets Yasha so heated that she blurts something else out: I didn’t know if you were dead or if you had just all fucked off together because you didn’t want me being part of the group anymore. And she hits the same sore spot a second time right after: “I’m glad you’re all okay. For whatever the fuck it’s worth to you.”

So here is Yasha who left the group after the Iron Shepherds, after Molly, and she was initially with the group kind of only because Molly was there, and she joined back up with them in Nicodranas more by circumstance than much else, and has since stuck with them but hasn’t been able, for reasons out of her control (i.e. the fact that Ashley wasn’t there to play her) to bond with everyone as much as they have been doing amongst each other. And ... she felt disregarded and left behind when they all vanished on her. It would hurt her, if they’d leave her, and knowing that it was all an accident only softens the blow in part; following that, she’s still not completely convinced whether they care that she cares. Yasha doesn’t feel secure in her place in this friend group, and that this insecurity is triggered is partly so sad because it’s entirely out of their control. It’s the same as back when Pike would stay behind in Vasselheim or Whitestone and she’d always be so sad, wishing that she could come along, but there’s no out for it, there’s no in-game way to say “hey, just come along then!” - she can’t, she actually really can’t, just like Yasha can’t be anything else right now than somebody who rarely speaks or is spoken to and doesn’t participate in some adventures. But it still affects her.

In conclusion: I love Yasha and I really think she should get a hug or something.

(In other episode notes: Honorable mention to Caduceus, who tells Yasha he can always tell it in his left knee when it’s about to rain or the weather gets cold, and I finally have an answer to why I had taken it for a fact before starting C2 that Caddy has a bit of a limp. Must’ve picked that up from the fandom somewhere, since old injuries are prone to that sort of thing.)

((Honorable mention also to my sister who was half-asleep listening to the Mighty Nein buying food at the mead place and chose that moment to randomly have a brain-glitch and inform me suddenly and decisively that Caduceus was about to brawl in the street, a thing that has no basis in canonical events and never actually happens.))

(And last but not least, shoutout to Marisha’s little face journey at 1:34:30 when Matt narrates the Zuala part and she realizes that Beau might just be not the only lesbian at the table. I wish I had gifs of this it’s great)

#critical role #adventures in cr #c2 #cr2x46 #seems like nowadays my liveblogging has morphed into ''not a word for 10 episodes and then an essay''

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esculentevil · 1 year

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(Thorinduil ABO’verse AU) Heatwear: Dressed to Dine

((Part 2 of Thorin discovering the specifics of Elven clothes for Omegas in Heat via Thranduil.)) ((If you’re interested, you can read Part 1 HERE/HERE; or just head over to AO3 to read both!))

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆💎Pillowfort🌲☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆

Delivering Mirkwood’s agreed upon quota of mithril went smoothly after that.

The heavy chest that was almost too large for him to carry looks near dainty laying in the forest king’s long hand, its maw wide and insides being poked and prodded by elegant and tapered fingers. They are painted petal pink, too; and, again, Thorin envisions them differently: dark, matte blue--near velvet in its look--with variously sized white diamonds (like the ones he remembers being offered the first time he stood at his grandfather’s side to welcome the elven delegation: he still has no idea why his father and the king taunted the Elfking with them; but, he is king, now, and it is his right to decide what is done with them all...) skillfully arranged to bring the sky, itself, down upon the elf’s delicate digits.

A possessive growl almost escapes him as he dares to picture it:

Him; completing the Crown of Durin on Thranduil’s thumb.

It scintillates gaily under the brilliance of his elf’s smile.

He is shown to a room shortly after that.

It is high up, which makes him uncomfortable, but crafted of solid stone (truly: not even the roots of trees can be seen as they so often are elsewhere here) with geometric detailing that--while still clearly elvish in their manner and make--feels remarkably similar to the rooms of his home. There is even no window--indeed: no access to the outdoors at all--and a square-shaped fireplace blazing brightly in the corner of the surprisingly, and sharply, rectangular room.

Thorin allows his eyebrows to lift up and his eyes to gaze around appreciatively.

There are two straight-backed and straight-lined armchairs flanking the fire with a low-laying and equally rectangular table sitting between them. A large jug and matching mug awaits him, there, and--when he approaches--he finds the first filled with water and the second filled with a humble offering of honey mead (which, if Thorin remembers correctly, is the closest the elves have to beer).

He accepts the offering as he observes the rest of the room.

This is a dayroom, Thorin realizes, as he notes the long bench along the wall farthest from the entrance which is just as straight-lined as everything else and laden with old books in Common Speech and an excessive amount of furs. They’re all folded neatly and stacked atop each other like blankets in a closet--which, at first, seemed almost laughable to the Dwarfking; but, then he thought about it and he realized it is actually a very sweet gesture: elves, Thorin knows, do not feel the cold; the outside world does not effect them and so they are pure and untouched in ways unfathomable to mere mortals like him; which means, likely, they might know that humans and dwarrows use furs and fires for warmth but not really understand how much of either they will actually need or use.

So, the elves simply provide as much as possible so he wants for nothing.

Thorin hums to himself thoughtfully as he sips the mead (a bit too sweet but hearty and heavy and hopsy) and runs a rough hand along the top book’s cover (made, interestingly, of sheep skin and entirely blank beyond a single symbol that looks like a line with a curl coming out of its left side at the low center) while reading the spine: the symbol, again, followed by yet more elegant curls. Completely unintelligible, of course, as he is a dwarf and never learned Elvish; but, sticking out of the bottom of the book is a single braid of silk in solid red surprisingly decorated with a simple bead baring the same symbol as the cover.

Deciding that it’s clearly acting as a marker of some sort, the dwarf rests his mug on the raised arm of the bench and settles himself upon the seat of it, comfortably nestling himself between the stacks of books and furs.

When he opens the offered book--noting to himself that it is literally the only one NOT translated into something he can actually READ, which he finds strange--he finds himself staring at colorful pictures--drawings, really--of delicate elves dressed in long gowns with thick fabrics and flowers on their hair and clothes and NAILS and it clicks, suddenly, what he’s looking at: Omegan Elf Fashion.

Although, he has no idea if it’s from Thranduil or someone else: he takes it, eagerly, as an invitation and browses the book until he’s summoned for dinner.

“I hope your rooms are to your liking,” Thranduil greets him with a gentle smile, voice soft and sweet, and lips still wet and a bit too red from all his wine sipping.

Thorin swallows and nods in affirmation, his confidence wavering just a little bit as he’s led into what appears to be a very private and personal dinning room. There is only the one table standing in the center of it, flanked by two chairs, and Thranduil is already occupying one with a bejeweled flute chalice in his hand (which, Thorin notes with a tightening of his lower belly, bares even more gray smudges of graphite than it had when he first arrived--almost as though the elf had SEEN the dwarf’s interest in the dusting and decided to ENTERTAIN it).

He sips it elegantly as he smiles, stardust eyes shining ethereally with pleasure although Thorin’s certain he could make them shine even brighter in bed togeth--as he waves one of those long, gray-dusted hands at the chair across from him.

Whether he knows what Thorin is thinking or not, the dwarf doesn’t know; but he’s certain there’s a smugness to that smile, now, as he embarrassedly sits across from the elf in the seat designed specially for one of his short stature. Their eyes meet across the table as silent elves pour in from a side door and laden the dinning table with--to Thorin’s delight and surprise--grilled salmon, various potato-based side dishes, and a very large--very sliced--roasted turkey. The dwarf gapes at the cooked bird, a bit lost, “I thought elves didn’t...?”

Thranduil, however, only smiles and accepts a few slices of the animal’s breast (cut, of course, by one of the servers), “We do not kill our fellow fauna, no; but we DO eat them when they die naturally and we have reason to use their body.”

“Use their body?” Thorin asks, eagerly accepting his own offered slices of bird. He lets the serving elves add a fish and a spoonful of each side dish, as well, before taking the proffered stein of honey mead from the elf that stoked the fire blazing in a wrought iron cage, designed like a tree stump with entwining vines to take advantage of its woodgrain-like texture, left just to the side of him; again, ensuring he wants nothing for warmth even at the cost of seeming excessive.

“We took the feathers for our potions, quills, decorations, pillows, and quilts; bones for our needlework, crochet hooks, utensils, beads, and other potions; legs and beak for yet more potions--although, sometimes for bowls and utensils, too--and, since this is a male turkey, the caruncle for our suppressants.”

Thorin pauses in his half-listening and half-eating to almost choke on breast. “Su-suppressants?!” He clears his throat and almost scowls up at Thranduil and his amused giggles (almost because, blast-it, the elf is just so CUTE like this). “W-what suppressants??? You are clearly NOT--!!!”

“I am home, mell Thorin,” Thranduil softly interjects and Thorin slams his mouth shut so fast is almost hurts, “Where I am safe and you will not likely be long; and, thus, I am not inclined to take things that will only mask what I really am: there is no shame in being Omega, no risk beyond mild distraction in my Heat, so--if I am not travelling to, say, Erebor--why bother taking suppressants?”

There’s a lump in the dwarf’s throat that dries his mouth and leaves him restless. He may not know much about Omegas--rarer, even, than the females of his kin--but he does know that look Thranduil’s giving him and the meaning of his words: TRUST.

The Elvenking TRUSTS that Thorin will not do anything to him during his Heat: Thranduil does not think he needs to be on suppressants because he TRUSTS Thorin will not succumb to its summons, enter his Rut, or take advantage of it.

This thought is silently confirmed when Thorin realizes they are entirely alone: there aren’t even GUARDS stationed within the room--though there are probably without--and Thranduil is (seemingly--one never knows with a literal war god...) entirely weaponless before him. True: the dwarfking can’t take him down alone; but, at one point, Thorin had, in fact, hated Thranduil enough to at least TRY; and this isn’t something any elf would not KNOW or FORGET, so...

“And... if I were to stay long?” the king of Erebor unsurely asks, eyes wide and dark with SOMETHING as the lump in his throat remains thick no matter what.

Thranduil’s eyes practically GLOW as they light up with joy; and, as he leans in over his food and the dining table and the lone candle Thorin only now notices, his long snow-white hair slips over his broad shoulders and brings to attention the abnormally tall and closed neck of Thranduil’s thick and pink adorned dress which does naught but send Thorin’s mind SPIRALING with wanton desire and NEED to MARK and CLAIM and OWN that hidden skin so it--and the Elvenking--is HIS; “Then, I would simply enjoy finally being able to show you my home~”

((Tagging @elithilanor again since you seem to be enjoying the ABO’verse headcanons and, well, still Duil with pink nails--tho Thorin’s got plans for those turning starry night blue soon--but, of course, just let me know if you want the tags to stop cuz I know you’re not into this ship.))

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graunblida · 10 months

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☸ ⸻ GENERAL

name: leksa kom trikru / lexa kwinn trygstad*

title(s): heda of the 12 clans, commander of the blood, fleim bearer

gender: cis female

age: 20-22 ( main verse), varies throughout verses

birthday: november 29th 2128-2130 ( listen not even the writers could decide when she came into this world ) place of birth: trikru village / town in virginia

spoken & understood language(s): trigedasleng, gonasleng (english), gaelic*, old norse*, kree*, klyntar*, galactic basic*, shyrriwook* (hehe), binary*

sexual preference: lesbian

occupation(s): leader of the earthborn, student*, bartender*, lawyer*, monster hunter*, vigilante*

☸ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color: green

hair color: dark brown

height: 5'7

major scars: nothing major in her young life, in one verses she gets a gnarly head wound resulting in her becoming blind in one eye, so there's scarring around the wound*

☸ ⸻ FAVORITE

color: green

song: trigedasleng folk songs, anything by max rebo band*, sugaan essena - the asagar*, fade to black - metallica*, the day the world went away - nin*

food: whatever her wife makes for her <3 @maggicktouched

drink: mead, coffee*, tea*

☸ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university: yes, law program with backgrounds in either: environmental,* anthropology*, criminal justice*

had sex: yes

had sex in public: perhaps

gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: she is that powerful

kissed a boy: yes and it was yucky [insert everyone puked meme]

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: back, nape, right bicep, upper chest/collar bone

gotten piercings: ears

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

☸ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin: naur

a cuddler: she secretly is

a kisser: yes

scared easily: also naur

jealous easily: not exactly easy, but she'll lie through her teeth and say she isn't jealous when she's seething

trustworthy: in most circumstances, yes

dominant: yes

submissive: with those she trusts

in love: she's almost always pining so yeah

single: verse dependent

☸ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: yes

thought of suicide: yes

attempted suicide: yes and no. like how matt murdock was at the beginning of season 3, you feel me? pfff

wanted to kill someone: all the gotdamn time

have/had a job: yes

have any fears: yes

☸ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s): a little sister named tris ( who in my canon was the same girl clarke and finn tried to help save )

parent(s): aerin and yorek ( deceased in many verses for pain purposes)

children: verse dependent

significant other: verse dependent

pet(s): verse dependent

(*) in a specific verse

tagged : @debelltio, thank you!

tagging: @maggicktouched, @bokketo, @seilas, @hopegained, @percentstardust, @naturesbeat, and whoever else wants to!

#iii. brb. ascending » ooc.#ii. i am a universe from its inception to the hearse » headcanons.#i love in depth ones like these #i was a wee bit zooted while doing this so there's probably a goof somewhere lol #iii. heda’s not home. please leave a message » queue.

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littleblondesoprano · 10 months

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Sun. Moon. 2H. 5H. 🩷

💛💛💛!!!! <3 thank you, doll!!! :D!!

Sun - name 5 things you like about yourself?

I have an amazing imagination! I love how vast it is, and how easy it is to come up with ideas and whole new worlds, for that matter.

My intuition is strong, and has not led me wrong - and I am so thankful for that.

My strength. Not just physical, lmao, but I do like that! It's mostly the ability to laugh when shit hits the fan and keep going. To put my head down and work through stuff, or be the rock other people need, to help them through their emotions.

Kinda the same with imagination - I love my creativity. Whether it's working with my hands to make cosplay and prop stuff, or writing and just letting the ideas flow through me, I am immensely creative, and I love every minute of it. (I am also counting my openness and commitment to try new things in this bullet, too)

Kinda a new development, but I love my ability (which I have learned) to not care what other people think of me, and just do my own thing to make me happy, and be joyful about it!

I just have so much love for the person I've become, man.

Moon - do you suppress your feelings?

Depends if the situation initially calls for it! If I do, I put them to the side until I'm in a place that I can process and let them out. But, we don't bottle up emotions here, that just leads to an explosion later on.

2H - do you have any object that you like a little too much? What is it and why?

YES, my tarot cards! Lmao, I have a set that's very art nouveau (which is one of my favorite styles) with gilding on the faces and the edges that I love! It's the Ethereal Visions Tarot by Matt Hughes (the illuminated deck). It was my first tarot deck that I bought for myself, and I've used them for years; it's seen me through a lot.

There's also this one piece of jewelry, I think it's a broach? It belonged to my paternal great-grandmother, who was also into dream interpretation, astrology, and was a tarot reader - but it's just a simple black enamel heart, framed in gold, and I think it's beautiful. I don't wear broaches, but I might figure out how to put it on a chain so I can wear it.

(There it is!! ^^^)

There's also a necklace - so, I had a dream about a month ago that my mom had a gold necklace and it had an ankh on it, and in the dream she gave it to me. I told her about it the next morning, and she went: 'Oh, I actually have a necklace like that, one sec' and it turns out she had a gold necklace with a cartouche on it - that I had never seen before - that she was given almost 30 years ago. So, needless to say, now it's mine, lol!

5H - do you have a hobby? Which one(s)?

I love sewing, cosplaying - I feel like making the props for cosplay should be its own hobby ngl - playing ttrpgs and board games, playin viddy games, swimming, reading, baking, cooking, rping, gardening, language learning, and book binding.

And there's more I want to get into!! I want to learn how to knit or crochet, play the harp, larp, sculpt my own pottery, try making some of my own clothes, weight training, and home brewing my own mead! If nothing else I want to learn more about different culture's mythologies, too. I also want to try fossil hunting, but specifically for megalodon teeth.

#littleblondesoprano #a-scorpii #friends #<3 #:D!!!

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houseoracastle · 10 months

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@wanderinglcst

Cass was a little dazed, potentially from too much sun or maybe even from the mead he'd drank a bit faster than he'd really intended to. It even could have been just residual anxiety, from walking around town in tights and an open shirt, leaving little to the imagination. But he didn't really feel anxious about being very, very visible. Or he hadn't when he'd started down main street.

He was dazed enough to probably just keep walking past Matt when he saw him, recognizing the man as his brother's boyfriend. No, fiance, wasn't it? Cass laughed at his own mind, the way things went back and forth but never really seemed to stay still in there. He couldn't just walk past then, could he? Not when he hadn't really been able to congratulate either Hawk or Matt about the engagement. The one he'd read about in the paper.

"Have you tried the mead? I'll buy you one if you haven't," he said, nudging Matt with his elbow. "As a peace offerin', or some shit."

#threads.matt #by cassius #huntsvilleevent03

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tinyravenfeathers · 2 years

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Ceremony! By TinyRavenFeathers, your celebrant and ministeroni

Dearly beloved, who are all descended from pirates, we are gathered here today (while wearing colanders on our heads to prove our faith) to join chronicoverachiever and hug-them-trees in the semi-realistic and 45% holy bonds of matrimony under the auspices of Great Big Meatballs Itself, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, may Its Noodly Appendages never whither in vain.

Chronic and Hug, you have come here today of your own free will and, in the presence of your narwhals and space coconuts, have declared your love of Charlie Cox and commitment to this ongoing joke that is now, like, a month old.

As you know in the Pastafarian religion, there’s a beer volcano in heaven. And you know who else likes a beer volcano? Matt Murdock! You cannot tell me that Josie's beer wouldn't make an awesome Beer Volcano! And Matt Murdock, who is played by Charlie Cox and coincidentally, was the subject of a gif I added to a comment about keeping one’s temper that…and here’s where it gets weird! caused these two awesome people to plan this trading of pasta-rings or at least of pixels, would definitely approve. If that’s not pirate-y enough for you, chomp on this: Beer Volcano Matt Murdock. Bam. You see what I’m cooking here? It’s like the Flying Spaghetti Monster dripped marinara all over this!

And that’s what tumblr and Pastafarianism is all about! It’s the pure serotonin that happens when mutuals get on the same wavelength and keep a bit going for about 100 posts. I don't know if it's actually been 100, I wasn't keeping track. Do you think I type like this all the time? No! No one else will read this, especially that dude from 20 years ago that I had a crush on who insinuated he'd like to read my fanfic and I really hope he doesn't, because it's a mess. There's no way it's going to make a good impression on him. Seriously, just an absolutely directionless three-legged dog of me trying to find myself as a writer. I'm just writing it to make myself happy.

It limps along but you know the thing about dogs? They never feel sorry for themselves. We see a three-legged dog and go 'awwww, poor puppy!' and the dog is like 'hey, I'm still moving and doing my thing, everything's copasetic!' And likewise, no one else has to read my stupid and ill-conceived double-derived drivel. It's mary-sue-esque, half-insert fluff and smut (and thanks for the encouragement in that area @jenksel ! You will be my downfall. Much love!) that probably tells people way too much about me and I'm constantly 20 minutes from nuking my entire online presence from orbit. Kill it with fire!

And hey, speaking of killing things with fire, I really do want to go to Burning Man, where apparently there's a metric ton of skinny people throwing an art show and being wacky in the desert. That's enough for anyone who's ever enjoyed a sammich to eventually have an existential crisis. They ought to fly the Samaritans out there just for moral support and occasional free rub-downs with SPF 80+. And now please notice that this nefarious plan will put elderly British people in the middle of the Nevada desert; if the juxtaposition of Burner culture and Colonizer culture is not comedic gold waiting to happen, I'll eat my stylish pirate hat. I'm hoping for Are You Being Served? but with sunburn.

Seriously though, deserts are dangerous on all levels for humans, which is why most of ancient humanity spent a ton of energy on leaving the freaking desert.

But one thing my extensive research about Burning Man has turned up: You are responsible for your well-being. Eat the strawberries if a tiger is coming for you, babes. Write the words, dance in the moonlight, drink the mead, crush on the person you might have had a chance with, or the ones that will never know your name. Take responsibility for your own happiness. Whatever you decide to do, the Flying Spaghetti Monster hopes you will maximize your well-being and the well-being of all sentient beings, on this, your 45% of a special day and every day.

Thus, by the powers vested in me by the interwebs, webber-netters, Charlie Cox although he doesn’t know it, Matt Murdock who knows it even less, AskANinja, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster Itself, I now pronounce you person and other person and maybe Charlie Cox even though he's already married and Catholic to boot, we won't hold that against him. You may now trade pasta-rings if you got them, pixels if you don’t. The shoes and Cadbury eggs are for everybody.

Rock on. R'Amen!

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@chronicoverachiever @hug-them-trees

I'm scheduling this for as early as possible on August 13th so it will appear first thing on your dash. Right now it's 11 PM on the 12th for me, so I'm going to bed!

Much love,

Tiny

#moon wedding #wedding #cadbury #charlie cox #matt murdock #flying spaghetti monster #note to self #this is the most awesome thing Ive ever done #it doesnt make a #but yet it does #and here we are #love you guys #gals #whatever you are #cadbury eggs 4 lyfe

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kleenexwoman · 1 year

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I'm absolutely gonna gush for a minute about "a lesser key for a smaller lock" and "When Loki Met Eros" series.

I love love love that you were able to capture Eddie and Steve so great when you haven't even seen the series yet and are going off the fan-love all over Tumblr about them. I would love to see what you'd come up with for those two after watching the series and immersing yourself in the story and imagery because you'd absolutely adore it. it would make you squeal a lot, and then the wonders your mind would create for Steddie would be over the moon awesome.

And Loki and Eros are just so fucking adorable, and we all know it's not forever, especially since Eros pings him with the arrow to make him realize Tony's his true love. But still they're so ridiculously teenagery adorable and sexy and fun, and Thor is probably totally going to have to get comfort pancakes with Loki several times because Thor seems like a good brother like that. At least early on. Though if he realizes that Loki's in love with Tony, he's probably just going to spell IHop to have endless neverending pancakes to prepare. LOLOL

Hesiod actually portrays Eros as one of the First Movers of the universe (along with Aphrodite as a primordial god), and I love that--Eros is a force that brings things together in love in order to create the new. Likewise, the Discordians consider Eris a Prime Mover--she creates strife among orderly elements in order to bring freedom and the new. Loki has similar elements to Eris--he is a chaos god and trickster, he rolls into family parties and gets everyone mad, he brings strife.

But he's also a cute androgynous sadboy and he's not related to Eros. I legitimately don't know how they're going to break up, but it's going to be dramatic and complicated and probably unnecessary because they are passionate queer teenagers and love is everything and I had SO MUCH FUN writing them being passionate queer teenagers. aaaaah *rolls around and kicks the air* Thor is going to take over the kitchen and make Loki pancakes while he sits next to the hearth fire sobbing into his mead and pets Frigga's gigantic sled cats.

and I figure I probably will eventually watch Stranger Things for real, but there's something about that "Breakfast Club" thing where kids who embody 80's stereotypes (and we were still in that phase, culturally, throughout the 1990s) learn to appreciate each other and then end up dating each other that makes brain go *brrrrrrrr* especially when it comes to class differences. And I like burnout characters. John Bender, Matt and Layne from River's Edge, Jay and Silent Bob. I actually was friends with a few of the burnouts in high school because they sat at the Nerd Table, so characters like Eddie Munson were in fact my crowd. (It was the burnouts, the anime lesbians, and the kids who were convinced they were wizards, specifially.)

Plus uh I am not unfamiliar with the experience of discourse with deities, demons, etc. both in and out of mine and other people's bodies. I have not yet had sex in that situation, but with the shit I do it's only a matter of time before it happens. (ALWAYS MAKE SURE EVERYONE CONSENTS BEFOREHAND.) (Also, don't just summon random demons. That's not a good idea. I already know someone who knows someone.)

If I ever do write more of that, Steve is going to continue to be demon-ridden because the impression I get of him from fandom is that he is a barely-closeted, deeply unhappy little prep who wants nothing more than to be a househusband and not be constantly attacked by demons, so letting him BE a demon who has six Moonchildren with his rockstar husband and protects them from everything evil would be an ideal life for him.

I'm really really glad you like my storiesssssss <3 you are one of my favorite people to read them

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finncomet · 1 year

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Muse Aesthetics.

REPOST and then BOLD any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

Stolen from: @riiese

Tagging: everyone!

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

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

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

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

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

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

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

#i added a few things :x #finnfo #dash memes

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