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beybladefanboy · 3 years

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Battle Bladers Episodes Rated Based on How Scary They Are

This is half a shitpost and half me giving legit opinions on what I still believe is Beyblade’s most memorable arc. Honestly, just take it with a grain of salt. 1 is not scary at all and 10 is trauma central- I mean scary.

Episode 40: Go Battle Bladers! 3/10

Pretty light episode overall. The heroes spend most of it winning and having fun. It feels like any typical episode before it besides the ending which hints things will get darker in the next episode.

Episode 41: The Serpent’s Terror 9/10

I mean, it’s right there in the title. The feeling of unease and dread this episode provokes is honestly amazing. You can feel that something is off and that uneasiness grows steadily until you’re suddenly hit with the real terror of the situation all at once. Also, this episode ends with Ryuga murdering someone in three seconds flat. This episode is the moment the characters, and the audience, realize that this is not a game.

Episode 42: The Dragon’s Punishment 8/10

Seeing Ryuga essentially murder his former allies, showing not even they will be spared, is pretty terrifying. While it’s not as scary as the battle with Hyoma, Yu’s battle with Reiji is also scary because the audience knows what Reiji is capable of and Yu does not. I’m only rating this one lower than the last one because the tension of that battle is temporarily killed by them cutting away to the others.

Episode 43: The Deck is Stacked 6/10

The main character is lit on fire then frozen to death in rapid succession by a guy who we the audience know will be defeated and killed because of anime rules but is still trying to cling to a hopeless life out of pure desperation. And this is considered “light” by this arc’s standards. (It’s also underrated. It’s also just ridiculously underrated.)

Episode 44: Entrusted Emotions 10000/10

Basically the source of my former snake phobia and many of my traumatic memories from this show. I can’t watch it today without shivering or whimpering at least a little.

Also, obligatory: KENTA SHOULD’VE BEATEN REIJI.

Episode 45: Eagle Counterattacks 8/10

We the audience know Tsubasa won’t win here and when he’s defeated, he will end up like Hikaru. Even as a kid I understood that. So even when the battle was going well for Tsubasa, I found myself waiting in dread for the moment where it all went wrong and that came in the form of Tsubasa getting the life sucked out of him. This episode also gets scarier/sadder after you’ve seen Masters.

Episode 46: Libra Disappears 5/10

Yu getting kidnapped is pretty scary in how realistic it is. The rest though… it’s not as scary as past episodes. Reiji is still pretty creepy but it’s hard to feel much worry for Gingka when he has protagonist disease and the episode is constantly cutting away to Kenta and Hyoma. Pegasus isn’t even physically being broken like the others were. Lame.

Episode 47: Bonds of Steel 4/10

I’m not the only one who thinks they made Reiji too pathetic here, am I? Gingka didn’t even seem to truly struggle with this battle despite it being his last match before RYUGA and again, IT’S STILL BEING CUT OFF BY A SUBPLOT. Ryo vs Doji is admittedly an interesting battle but it’s not scary. The only thing I’d call truly scary in this episode is Reiji turning to stone.

Episode 48: The Truth About Light and Darkness 2/10

This is my least favourite episode in the show. It’s nothing but exposition (some of which is important but it’s still overkill) and the writers patting themselves on the back for an awful abuse-glorifying twist. The only reason it gets any scary points at all is for that scene at the end where Ryuga murders Doji because admittedly, it’s supposed to be scary: it’s Ryuga showing just how little he cares about his supposed allies and how out of control he is. It would be scary if it wasn’t the one thing I cheered Fusion!Ryuga on for.

Episode 49: Fierce Battle! Lion vs Dragon 8/10

Kyoya vs Ryuga is thrilling, even though the audience knows who will win. However, what the audience might not expect is Ryuga being attacked and controlled by his own bey and Kyoya getting the life stabbed out of him. That’s the stuff of nightmares right there.

Episode 50: The Furious Final Battle! 9/10

Ryuga spends parts of this episode still mutated by the dark power and spends most of the battle with Gingka kicking his ass. Then the end of the episode happens and he gets even more mutilated by the dark power. That’s what they end the episode on… I have some mad respect for the people who watched this show as it aired on live TV. Also, Gingka nearly falls off that tower multiple times in both these last episodes. As someone with a fear of heights, that terrifies me.

Episode 51: Blader’s Spirit 8/10

Ryuga spends most of this episode looking like a kind of over the top but still pretty creepy looking monster, constantly being attacked by his own Beyblade, and trying in vain to fight back as he’s yowling in pain… I’m a Ryuga fan if you can’t tell. These episodes hurt. Also, Gingka and Ryuga almost fall to their deaths. Again, fear of heights. I’ll give this one a lower score since it does appropriately end on a lighter note.

#beyblade #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fight #metal fusion #beyblade metal fusion #i've been talking about fusion a lot lately...#don't be fooled fury is still my favourite #I'd love an excuse to talk about it some more #ryuga #ryuga kishatu #reiji mizuchi #aka: the two that made battle bladers so scary #honourable mentions to doji and I guess ryutaro #episode 44 is so underrated #i get why #it's sandwiched right in between two Reiji battles #but honestly as an episode I think it's better than both of those #no I'm not taking that back #fight me

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mochiable · 3 years

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anonymous request: hi bub, i don’t know if you’re still taking requests but i wanted to ask for a namjoon drabble or one shot about him and reader meeting on the bus and namjoon asking them out. a lot of fluff and cheesiness pleaseeee. thank you sm!

— rainy route.

pairing namjoon x gn!oc. genre fluff. wc 2.8k

The raindrops fell heavily, without stopping. They pounded the ground angrily, unleashing all their fury on the dark, wet pavement. People were running, looking for somewhere to take shelter from the rain. You just watched them, scrutinising them with your eyes and pondering why they would escape the rain, it was just water, just that, liquid falling from the sky.

You jumped into a puddle, splashing and getting mud on your shoes. You smiled sideways, wiggling your feet from side to side. Your father was going to kill you when he saw you.

As you got closer to the bus stop, the silhouette of a tall, hooded boy became clearer and clearer. As soon as you recognised him, your feet anchored themselves to the ground, forbidding you to walk any further and bringing you closer and closer to the boy. Now was the moment when you regretted not having taken an umbrella with you, the moment when you were ashamed of your soaked clothes, of your broken, craggy hair and above all of your muddy shoes. God, he must have seen you jump over that puddle.

Slowly your feet revived and you started walking towards the bus stop. Facing your fateful destiny you managed to get under the shelter of the roof, although nothing made sense anymore. You tried to ignore the male presence standing a few feet away from you, but you couldn't help but feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His name is unknown information. You knew absolutely nothing about him, only that he was damned handsome and generous. You saw him every day when he came to take the bus home. For months you had the opportunity to watch him from a distance, trying to camouflage your curiosity, but not quite managing to disguise it. You tried to convince yourself that it was impossible for him to notice your constant glances, but deep inside you knew there was a possibility that every time he turned towards you it was because he felt your eyes on his profile.

In any case, even if you had never spoken to him, you felt more than fortunate every time he flashed you his cute smile as a greeting. You had the luxury of thinking that those smiles were only and exclusively for you, scattering from your mind the thoughts that that's what he did with everyone.

“It's turning into a downpour, isn't it?”, his voice brought you out of your reverie, startling you slightly. You turned your head slightly and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He had his eyes fixed on the sky, watching the raindrops over the top of his glasses.

You looked down slightly and with your right hand you pinched your thigh, trying to prove that the boy was really talking to you. You groaned at the pain you inflicted on yourself, causing the boy to turn his gaze towards you and look at you with curious eyes. Noticing this, you raised your head and looked straight ahead, watching the cars pass by and the water on the road being lifted by their wheels. “Yeah.”

And that's how you kill the only possible conversation you'll ever have with the guy you like.

“God, you're soaking wet. Did you fall in a puddle?”, fortunately I didn't notice any hint of mockery in his question, which somehow managed to make me relax. Just a little.

“No,” you let out a nasal laugh and tried to control your breathing, praying to God your voice wouldn't break. “It's just that I didn't bring an umbrella and I found it stupid to stand under some doorway.”

“Stupid?”, now it was his turn to laugh. Holly fuck, his laugh. You had just found your favourite sound. No doubt you could stay for hours listening to it. “You could have made yourself sick. In fact... yes, I think you already got sick”, in less than a second you found him in front of you, to see his face you had to look up. He brought his hand up to your face and with his index finger quickly touched the tip of your nose. "It's red," he informed you, smiling with sealed lips and raising his cheekbones.

The effort you made at that moment to keep from screaming was beyond any physical exercise you had been able to do so far. Your bones ached, and it wasn't especially because of the cold.

You stood still, the air catching in your throat and your pupils twitching as your eyes connected with his. You were about to say something, but were interrupted by the loud sound of a horn. You both turned your heads and both your eyes and mouth widened as you watched the bus swerve around a car and pass the bus stop. You closed your eyes tightly and leaned forward to keep all the standing water on the ground from caressing your back as little as possible.

However, the lashing of the water never came. That tall boy had been quick enough to roll you over yourself, grabbing your biceps and covering your body with his, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a tight embrace. He groaned at the cold sensation of the water crashing against his back, at the same time as you gasped in astonishment, unable to see beyond the grey fabric of his hoodie.

Did he just do what I think he did?

After a few seconds he separated his body from mine and looked down at me with a worried expression. He tilted his head subtly to make sure I wasn't any wetter than I was before. Seeing how my clothes were safe from another dip, he turned and pulled off his hood, shaking out his hair and running his fingers through it.

I must have looked like a fool, but it was impossible for me not to open my mouth slightly at the sight. My eyes had decided to stop blinking just so I wouldn't miss a second of that beautiful sight.

“Why did you do that,” I asked once I had come out of my trance and approached him. I pawed a little at his sweatshirt, inevitably soaking my hand. He looked at me in confusion, as if what had just happened was hours ago. “You're completely wet! Have you lost your mind?”

Still with his head half-bent and with several strands of hair falling over his eyes, he turned to look at you and smiled. You felt yourself melt at that very moment - how could an already naturally attractive person be even more so? Was that even possible?

“You're worse off than I am. Don't worry, it'll dry,” he replied, repositioning his sweatshirt with one hand as he shook out his other hand to look at the time.

The bus we were both waiting for finally arrived and you both approached the curb to get on. He let you pass first, so you gave him a smile as a thank you. While you were looking for the bus card so you could pay for the trip, he went to find a seat. You finally managed to get your card and as soon as you had paid you made your way to your seat.

You had intended to sit in the front seats, but in the distance you saw the as-yet-unnamed boy raise his arm and wave to you, then point to the empty seat next to him. Not believing that he could be talking to you, you turned your head in case there was someone behind you, but obviously there wasn't. You turned again and pointed to yourself with your index finger touching your chest. You heard a soft chuckle from him and saw him nod his head repeatedly. Feeling your cheeks slowly turning pink, you walked towards him while trying to hide your face with the collar of your jacket.

“I hope you don't mind sitting with someone who looks like they've just had a shower,” he joked once you sat down next to him. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Sitting next to you is a dream come true, you thought.

“That's what I should be telling you. I don't think you're any worse off than I am,” you replied, looking down at your own clothes and wiggling your feet, making the wet soles squeak on the bus floor.

“What do you mean worse? A bus bathed me whole!”, his eyes widened as he shook his hands in exaggerated gestures to prove his point.

“I lied to you. I jumped over every puddle I came across on the way here. I'm worse, end of discussion,” you rebutted, glaring at him with challenging eyes and watching devotedly as two cute dimples formed on his cheeks. Oh, I’d do anything to see them every day.

“Well, look on the bright side. We won't need to shower for a long time,” he joked again pulling a laugh from your throat and getting irritated looks from the other passengers the second he did. You both inclined your heads towards them in apology and laughed softly again as soon as your eyes met.

It might seem strange, but even though you had only known him for five minutes, there was a peace and tranquillity in talking to him that you had rarely felt when meeting another person. As if everything was in its place, as if everything fitted together perfectly.

But the warm interaction was interrupted by the freezing air that forced its way through the doors of the bus. Making your skin crawl and causing a chill that went up your spine. You prayed that the boy sitting next to you hadn't noticed, but he did, and in less than a second he'd already offered you his seat, which was further from the doors, and from which his body could protect you.

“Kim Namjoon,” he said suddenly. You unconsciously turned your head and saw his eyes fixed where the driver was. You stood for a few seconds in silence waiting for an answer until he turned his gaze towards you and showed you his white, straight teeth. “My name is Kim Namjoon, what is your name?”

“I am Ahn Chungae,” you replied quietly, watching in awe as his eyes glistened in the direct light of the moon's rays.

“It's a pleasure, Ahn Chungae,” he repeated in a whisper. You didn't know if it was your imagination, but his face was getting closer and closer to yours, and you couldn't help but wonder what must be going through his mind.

At that moment you turned your head towards the window and stood quietly staring at the foggy glass in front of you. Trying to avoid his gaze at all costs, you drew a sad face on the window, keeping your fingers glued to the glass as you looked through it at the lights of the city. Seconds later Namjoon's hand came into contact with yours, causing you to stop breathing for a moment. He carefully wrapped his hand around your fingers and moved them, drawing what would have been two eyes on the opposite side of the ones you had previously drawn, now forming a smiley face. Then he released your hand, which you placed in your lap, and you watched as his fingers would make their way through the steam from the window, writing two letters: RM.

“RM?”, that question sprang to your lips. Namjoon put his arm in front of your face, resting his hand on the glass. You turned and raised your head, meeting his angelic face, looking at you with a curiosity that made your stomach churn.

“I'm in a rap group, that's what my friends call me,” he laughed as his arm returned to a normal position. He was quiet for a few seconds, staring at you and scanning your face patiently. “Do you have any nicknames?”

“I think the closest thing to a nickname I have is 'Peach'?” you replied after you had organised all your thoughts.

“Why 'Peach'?” he asked curiously, bringing the side of his body closer to yours, coming to brush against your shoulders in a subtle way.

You couldn't help but blush when that question came out of his mouth. “My father started calling me that because when I was little I used to climb on the kitchen chairs to reach the peaches so I could eat them,” you admitted, a little embarrassed, trying to erase the image of you with a completely smudged face from your memory.

“How old were you?” “Two,” you replied with a giggle, eliciting a laugh from him as well.

“You sure were a beautiful baby,” he said bumping his shoulder against yours in an effort to embarrass you further.

“Stop it,” you groaned with laughter bringing your hands up to your face and hiding it from his eyes. You heard his laughter again and felt his warm hands come to rest on yours, pulling them away from your face.

“Don't cover yourself, please. I like your eyes,” he complimented you, unaware that he was causing a whirlwind of emotions to run wild inside you. How could he say all those beautiful words to you as if they were nothing? Did he not have compassion?

With nothing more to say, an awkward silence formed between the two of you. He seemed to be calm, staring straight ahead and humming a song your ears were unfamiliar with. You watched him out of the corner of your eye and tried not to shout. Say something! Talk to him! But nothing came out of your mouth.

“Chungae?” he spoke suddenly, snapping you out of your self-destructive thoughts and making you turn to him. “How old are you?” he asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers trying to slow his heart rate.

“Twenty-two, why?” you inquired back, furrowing your brows in confusion.

Namjoon sighed in what seemed like a sense of relief, which further fueled my doubts. “It's just that I wanted to make sure I wouldn't go to prison for asking you out.”

A smile settled on your face without warning giving away your answer in less than half a second.

“Don't worry, you could always say I made you think I'm of age,” you played along, suddenly feeling more confident.

“While I'm handcuffed and forced to keep quiet? Or better yet behind bars?” he joked, cupping his hand to his chin and leaning in your direction.

“I'd come visit you,” you assured him, leaning in his direction as well.

A smile formed on his lips and he moved closer to me, “Let's have a date, Chungae, tomorrow.”

Again you cursed being wet from head to toe, the shivering it gave you only made your nerves run high. You couldn't look him in the face from the embarrassment that suddenly hit you, so you decided to look over to where a man was sleeping with his mouth open, praying for strength.

“Why should I accept?” you asked in a whisper, rolling the laces of your sweatshirt with your fingers. “I don't know you at all, you could be any kind of freak,” you continued, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Well, I'm a little clueless... and clumsy. Very clumsy, I don't know how I haven't done anything stupid yet with how nervous I am,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “But we know each other. We've been on the same bus for months and I know perfectly well that you don't stop staring at me until I get off at my stop,” he argues, leaving you in a state of surprise, you definitely hadn't been anything but disguised.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, playing dumb. You couldn't believe he'd actually figured it out.

“Because I don't stop looking at you until I get off either,” he replied, making your heart skip a beat. What had he just said?

You rested your arms on the back of the empty seat in front of you and then put your head on them. He looked really cute with his cheeks slightly pink and avoiding your gaze. You were trying to look brave at the time, but the truth is that you were waiting to get home so you could scream with excitement.

“So...” as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, he looked at you and froze when he saw that you were also looking at him, and realising that you had already been doing it for a while, “since I'm legal, you can ask me out on a date.”

“I... Sorry about that, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all,” he spoke haltingly as he looked away again, action that brought a smile to your lips. Oh, how the table had turned.

“Alright,” you blurted out suddenly, facing him and bumping your back against the window. He looked back at you with a confused expression. “See you tomorrow at the usual stop.”

That's how you got a smile out of him, one that wouldn't be the last and which was the author of the future ones.

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a long time. i’m sorry for being so inactive these last few months, but i’m in my last year of high school and i had to concentrate on my studies. anyway, as an apology i bring you this one shot i had unfinished in drafts. i hope you like it, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think, i love knowing your opinion about my work. also, thanks for the 300 notes in jaehyun's two posts, it means a lot to me, thanks for the support. see you soon!

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wsaaimagines · 3 years

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Memories and Illusions

A/N: It's been a hot minute and we're back! Thought I'd kick off with the possible start to a series maybe? Be aware, this is a non-superhero modern AU. I make references to the MCU, but some character relations and things have been modified.

Chapter 1

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You and Loki met 5 years ago, at a friend's house party. He introduced himself with a magic trick that you still aren't able to explain to this day. After a few months of coffee dates and flirting eventually bloomed into a long-lasting romance.

On Christmas Eve, while on a trip to your hometown, you went outside to find your favourite tree growing up was lit up in fairy lights that danced and sparkled in the frosty night. Standing in the glowing light was Loki, handsomely dressed in a dark tuxedo and coat. "Come, my gentle Illusion, I have a question to ask."

Snow gently sprinkled as you made your way to your childhood reading nook to find Loki kneeling at the base of the tree. He spoke of how grateful he was that he had met you, and how you were the only one who supported him to chase his dream. With tears in your eyes and another magical twist of his hands, a ring appeared and he quietly asked you to marry him.

This was a year ago, of course. Now the two of you lived in a cramped apartment in New York. Loki worked his dream job as a child entertainer and called himself the "God of Mischief". The subject of kids hadn't really come up yet, but watching him perform for them always made you feel a little giddy.

"Watching him with those kids makes your ovaries ache, doesn't it?" You snapped out of your daydream to see Wanda watching Loki pull a card from behind Tommy's ear. "I don't know. We haven't even talked about it yet. Plus, we still have the wedding." "Fuck the wedding. (y/n), you two have been engaged for a year now. The wedding can wait a bit longer." "I just don't think we're ready. Anyway, if we can't save up enough for a wedding, we won't be able to afford a child..." You drifted off as Loki bowed to his audience of kids and made his way to you and Wanda. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed you.

"Sometimes your fake magic can even have me fooled," Wanda cleared her throat and stood up. "My magic's just as real as your rituals and card readings," Loki retorted with his signature smirk. She gave him a gentle smack as she made her way over to the kids. "But really, how did I do?" "Like always, your little illusions are amazing." "Not as amazing as my proudest one yet," he said softly as he brushed a tuft of hair away from your face.

After Tommy's party was over, you and Loki made your way back to the apartment. The place was cramped and there was plenty wrong with the place, but you tried to make it as homey as possible. Seeing as Loki only worked as a child entertainer, he didn't earn very much and there were times he barely had any work at all. To make up for his lack of income, you had picked up a job as a manager of the night-shift at a hotel on the Upper East Side. The pay wasn't much, and from whatever money you earned, only a fraction of that was put towards the wedding.

"Your dinner is packed and I've left some food in your bag to snack on if you get hungry," Loki told after you came out in your uniform, a white blouse, dark grey suit jacket and pencil skirt. "Can you make sure to send my suit to the dry cleaners tomorrow? I need it for a meeting later this week," you asked as you retrieved your food from him and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'll make sure it's back by Wednesday. (y/n), I'm sorry-" "Loki, you start this every night. I don't hate that I have to work. I enjoy it, stop feeling bad for yourself." "Yes," he responded softly. He gave you one last kiss before you grabbed the rest of your things and left for tonight's shift.

"(y/n), we have a special guest staying with us for the next week. James Barnes in the CEO of a L.A. based law firm." The name sounded familiar as your boss, Mr. Fury, started to rattle off about why this guest was so important. "We want the managers to be his first port of call. Any questions or requests Mr. Barnes may have, we want you to chase them up personally."

Entering the lobby, Mr. Fury pointed out the new guest and ushered you and the day-shift manager, Steve Rogers, over to the group of lawyers. "Mr. Barnes! Welcome to the Triskelion. My name is Nick Fury and these are my managers, Steve Rogers and (y/n) Laufeyson." Mr. Barnes shook Steve's hand and turned to you to shake yours. Your eyes met and you were instantly taken back to your high school years.

Sitting in Bucky's car, the both of you looked out over your hometown in silence. You had just broken up with him. You and James grew up together in rich families and had fallen in love once you reached your teenage years. However, you realised you wanted to be more self-sufficient in life while James still wanted to continue relying on his family's money. "So... I'm leaving and moving to New York next week." "What about your family? Your mum? Your dad? " "They'll get over it," you said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I don't want to be stuck in a routine, having to think about my family's image before my own happiness. I want to work. I want to travel." "Your family can get you those things." "But I want to get them myself! I want the satisfaction of knowing I earned those things." "Then I guess we're over." "I guess we are."

You stepped forward to shake James' hand. It felt different, firmer and rougher, compared to what those baby-soft hands you remembered felt like. "Glad to make your acquaintance, Ms. Laufeyson. I'll be looking forward to my stay here," he greeted with a smirk growing across his fame.

"It's Mrs. Laufeyson, thank you."

~ Emma

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poormeowmeowcollector · 3 years

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Let me give you my life

Pairing: Loki x Tesseract

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mourning, delusions, mental illness, alcohol, Original Character Death, Odin, fantastic racism

Summary: After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely.

Chapter 2: Verse 2

Chapter warnings: alcohol, depressive symptoms, fantastic racism, stuttering written by someone who doesn't stutter

Chapter summary: in which the Stone starts to influence

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My church offers no absolutes / she tells me "worship in the bedroom" / the only heaven I'll be sent to / is when I'm alone with you

"How was the dining with the good masters?" the Tesseract asks. Loki swears it's sarcastic.

"Terrible. The ones that didn't demand for me to leave were whispering and staring, and some even pitied me… I should have never told Odin that you showed me," they sigh as they lay down, seiðr creating a glass of wine in their hand. Usually, his magic has a tickling sensation, playful and livid. But since Frigga's death, it's numb.

"You're right, I don't belong here… I don't belong anywhere…" they sigh, staring into the goblet with the red liquid. Perhaps, if he could find the strength to end it all…

"No, this is not the solution to your problems. You won't find your family there," it cuts off the train of thoughts before Loki can even process it.

"The only person I ever knew as family is there, Tesseract. Why can't I join?" they don't cry from the mention of Frigga, they haven't done it for weeks. He's just as numb as his magic now, the talks with the Tesseract and goblets of wine being the only things that can make him feel something, but they start weakening too.

"She lied to you, like Odin did. They taught you your magic, yes, but also how to hide what you feel and who you are. She is to blame for the nothingness you feel now, just like Odin is. Tell me, is that what family does?" it argues.

Loki opens their mouth, but closes it again. "No… then, what do I do?" he asks, staring at nothing.

"You live, until you find something worth dying for," it responds, voice softer than ever. He just scoffs and brings the golden goblet closer to his lips.

A blue light makes the goblet vanish before Loki can take a sip, filling them with the dark red liquid. "Hey! That's my favourite tunic, you needn't stain it!" He glares at the top right corner of his chamber.

"You have not taken it off for a week,"

"Because it's my favourite tunic,"

The stone lets a sigh. "Go take a bath, change to your second favourite tunic, try eating something that's not wine and act like you're the heir of two thrones for once or I'll teleport you to Muspelheim and let you burn,"

Loki sighs and gets up, following the shower order (especially because they've started to feel their hair going oily and gross). He had almost missed the feeling of scorching hot water on his skin, even though it started to hurt since his Jötunn form came to the surface.

When they walk back into their chamber, damp hair dripping on their second favourite tunic, they spot a tray of fruits and tea on their bed. "Thank you, Tessie," he smiles and sits beside it, his stomach begging for him to raid it.

I was born sick, but I love it

"I am not negotiating. Not until this monster is out of your house!" Gæirasson spits, small vacant eyes glaring at Loki. They don't shift their face or posture, but the room still freezes.

"Please, reconsider your words. One should not offend a prince like this," an elf notes, as if Loki cannot speak for himself.

"You're to ask for permission before you speak, Gæirasson will only get angrier with you." Odin had told them before the council.

"Please, learn how to manage your fury. You'll start a war without realising it if you keep going like that," Frigga had said countless times.

"A prince of monsters, yes. Isn't worth any more than the Giants I've sent to Hel," the outrageous man growls.

"Do not let him speak to you like this, you're worth much more than these words," the Tesseract says. Loki breaks his posture to take a deep breath, and then turns to Odin with a calm face.

"Father, may I answer to those words the way they deserve to?" they ask, never breaking the collected face. It fools Odin enough to nod a yes.

And Loki lets a grin appear, showing his fangs.

The water inside the goblets turns into ice as Loki rises from their seat, pale skin fading to reveal a blue and marked one. With his new height and black horns, he barely fits in the room, bloodshot eyes glaring at the old man enough to make him think that the thin irises would turn into daggers and stab him.

The man shivers, but not from the cold

"We are not afraid of your riches or your army and your bravado is fooling no one, G-Gærasson," they state, not breaking eye contact as their tongue strammers.

"You think you can scare me when you can barely speak, Giant?"

The negotiation table breaks in half as Loki slams his hand on it. "You have spoken enough!" they yell, summoning a new wave of shivers down the lord's body.

"You will leave this room unharmed only because of my mercy, and you know well that your words have given me every right to kill you right here and right now. You want to bring war to my house, I don't give a fuck. You know why? Because we both know very well that I can chop your soldiers to pieces without using neither my Frostbite nor seiðr and with ease. Go ahead and start a war, I have no problem to end it. The only demand the palace has is for you to pay us with the gold you owe and get lost. Or else, your house will cease to exist and will stay in history only as an example of what happens to those who anger me!" he growls, never breaking eye contact with the lord and not mouthing a single lie. Gæirasson loses his colour, stands up and leaves, panting like a dog.

"Loki, enough. You have your war, are you satisfied?" Odin asks after the door closes.

Loki's fiery eyes turn to the king.

"Satisfied? You should be the one to do this! This man offended our house and the throne greatly, they canonically deserve execution! And you made me sit there like a coward and listen to those insults!" they yell, this time out of frustration. The old Loki would never raise his tone at Odin, good thing he's gone.

Odin takes a deep breath, trying to keep themselves under control. "My son, I understand that you're going through a bad time, but there's no need to lash out like this. Would your mother like seeing you growling and yelling and cursing like a sailor?"

"You have no right to bring her up, she has nothing to do with it!" Loki's fury only gets wilder after this. But Odin does not coward away.

"I said enough! Shut your mouth and leave right now! And you'll be in charge of the war, since you can end it with such ease," he yells back, ten times louder and more intense. Loki lets the Æsir glamour return but doesn't lower themselves more as they walk away.

"You started a war, do you regret it?" the Tesseract asks as long as they're alone in a corridor. Loki grins.

"Not a bit."

Command me to be well / Amen, Amen, Amen

Loki walks around in his room, his fingers picking up each other once again. They tried to quit this habit after Frigga's death, but to no avail.

"Te-te-tesseract," he calls out, biting his tongue at the stutter. Since they've started the war, this annoying stutter has come back at full force, probably from the stress.

"You summoned me, Entropy?" it asks, more like states. Usually, Loki would find comfort only with the stone. But now, it only makes him move nervous.

"Y-y-yes. I did-I did call you to-to…" they puff out some air, closing their eyes with shame.

A hand grabs his hands, making them calm down. Loki raises their head to face an illusion of the Tesseract, trying to mimic contact.

It's a form of a body, tall and lean and glowing blue. Its eyes are looking at him with sympathy, face soft. It's the most breathtaking person Loki has ever seen.

"You can speak freely with me, don't fear," it smiles, tilting its head. Loki lets out a sigh.

"You said that, w-wh-when I'm r-ready, I-I'll agree to your-to your commands. I-I am ready," they speak, not even trying to mask up some confidence.

"I'm glad to hear. But, you'll have to acknowledge that there'll be a cost-"

"I don't care. I-I've lost ev-ev-everything already. You're th-th-the only one left," he lowers his head.

The hand moves to their face, cupping their cheek and brushing its thumb against their cheekbone, huge blue eyes staring into them. He can't help but tilt towards the hand, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

"Perhaps you shouldn't… I've caused you enough pain, why seek out for more?" it doubts. It's almost funny, listening to doubt in a voice Loki knew to be so determined.

"I-I-I'm sure. Ple-please," they whisper, opening their eyes again. The form nods.

"Very well, Entropy," the serious and awe striking voice Loki knows returns, moments before the blue form vanishes in a light.

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bloody-britt26 · 4 years

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Britt's shiny team headcanons!

So... nobody asked for this, but I wanted to do it anyway since I'm happy to have completed my first shiny team for Sword and Shield.

Since I love my virtual monsters a lot, I wanted to give them some personalities and share them with you.

My team includes some pokémon that I've hatched in SwSh and shinies from previous games.

I'm currently working on making a shiny team for everyone of my favourite types, so a shiny fairy team, a shiny dragon team and a shiny poison team.

Anyways... meet my sparkly squad!

♡ Lucian

• You're never sure whether you want to pet him or punch him.

• Lucian has attitude, and he's not afraid to use it.

• He's the kind of pokémon who enjoys the company of a very small elite group of individuals, and the rest of the world is absolute garbage to him.

• On one hand, he can be extremely loyal to those he loves and will fight with all of his pretty boy might.

• On the other hand, if he finds someone to be unworthy of his time, he can be downright aggressive and rude to them.

• His facial expressions don't lie. If he finds someone disgusting, it'll show. A lot.

• Britt had a hard time fitting him in a team. She had to figure out a group of pokémon where Lucian tolerated at least 50% of them, all the while making sure that the selected group could handle him and his marvellous attitude.

• Lucian is kind of a player.

• He loves hanging out with female pokémon and is very smooth with them, but he doesn't care for hanging with the male pokémon.

• He steers clear of Red Death as Lucian has had to deal with a few Waterfalls to the face for being an annoyance.

• He doesn't mind Snuggles as the little ball of fluff is very oblivious to his surroundings.

• Lucian is mostly seen hanging out with Nully. Since Nully is genderless, Lucian doesn't see them as a potential mate or rival.

• Although, whether they're friends or not is up for debate.

• Even when he was a small Eevee, he had a superiority complex, but that doubled when he evolved into a Sylveon.

• He's, thankfully, very supportive of his trainer and will always try to hang on even in the toughest of fights. He's constantly shaking off statuses and damage as to not worry Britt.

• He loves having Britt's attention and will demand head pats at all times.

• He's difficult to get through, but with a bit of patience, he's a good boy once you know the proper approach to his odd personality.

• The rest of the team respects him, but they know how to (and will) deal with his shit when things get too hectic.

♡ Shortcake

• Big girl, gentle girl.

• She looks threatening, but she's the softest dragon you'll ever meet.

• She's very shy and has a hard time mingling with other groups of pokémon, always being on the sidelines and watching others play.

• She wants to play too, but she's so timid, so she mostly stays by pokémon she knows or Britt.

• She likes playing with smaller pokémon better because she finds larger pokémon to be frightening.

• The exception is Red Death. He's big, but Shortcake seems to like him because he's pretty calm for a Gyarados.

• She plays ball with Snuggles the Wooloo quite often. Sometimes, Snuggles is the ball.

• Unlike most dragons, Shortcake loves sweet fruity dishes over spicy meat dishes.

• Very good girl. Will lay her head in Britt's lap to nap.

• Pat that head. She loves pats.

• She lacks elegance and is very clumsy. She trips over her own feet quite often.

• She's self-conscious, so please tell her she's adorable. We need to boost that confidence.

• She's very powerful in battle, packing moves like Outrage, Swords Dance, Earthquake and Poison Jab, but she's usually the last resort pokémon. She's aware of her strength, and she doesn't want to harm others.

• When she was an Axew, she had the habit of hiding behind Britt whenever strangers approached. She's a bit too big to do that anymore, but she still does it, even if you can plainly see the huge Haxorous behind Britt.

• It's cute, really.

♡ Nully

• Nully is very wary of others and still has a hard time trusting others.

• Unless another pokémon of the team comes up to them, they don't really talk to other pokémon.

• It's not because they don't like the others! They just prefer to keep to themself. They really do respect every other pokémon on the team and will absolutely defend them with their life.

• All other pokémon of the team treat them with respect and they have become the team leader, which is a title that Nully is rather fond of.

• Nully actually likes having a cutesy nickname over having a threatening name as they want to be seen as more than just a freaky fighting machine.

• They mainly run the Poison Disk. They know how much Britt loves Poison-types, and they wanted to make her happy. They ended up really liking the Poison Disk, however, due to how many resistances they have because of it.

• When Britt is running with her shiny team, Nully likes to stay out of their Poké Ball. They always want to be by her side and make sure that she is safe.

• Nully is extremely close to Britt. After all, she saved them and gave them a better life. They have a lot of respect, love and admiration for what she did for them.

• As a Type: Null, they were very difficult. They were always cowering in a corner in a very defensive posture and wouldn't hesitate to attack if Britt got to close.

• It took a lot of patience and empathy to reach out to them, but Nully is glad that she did.

• Nully genuinely gets upset when other trainers call them a freak. It's not their fault that they were created that way.

• It's okay. Britt will fistfight anyone who insults her baby.

• Britt doesn't want to play favourites, buuuuuut... Nully ♡

♡ Dumpling

• Dumpling is more elegant than you will ever be. Deal with it.

• Seriously, she never misses a beat in whatever she's doing. She's the complete opposite of her trainer where she's absolutely not clumsy and Britt is, well... Britt.

• She acts like she's too sophisticated to battle, but no one is fooled by that. Everyone knows that she enjoys a good ass-whoopin'.

• Dumpling enjoys high-quality food and is a very picky eater. She won't accept anything lower than a Copperajah Class dish.

• Dumpling has good taste in fashion and has a very strong opinion on Britt's fashion choices. She's often out of her Poké Ball whenever Britt is shopping for some help on choosing an outfit.

• Since Britt's fashion sense is... fairly lacking, Dumpling often blows a bit of snow/ice in her trainer's face to voice her disapproval whenever she judges that the chosen outfit is ugly and/or unfit for the occasion.

• However, Dumpling and Britt are very close and share a strong girl's bond. Their bond can rival the one that Britt and Nully have.

• After all, Britt raised Dumpling from an egg, so she's practically a mother to Dumpling.

• Speaking of which, she gets along very well with Nully. She's one of the few pokémon that Nully will voluntarily speak to.

• She's often seen perched on Britt's head or on Nully's back.

• When she was a baby Snom, she used to tuck herself in Britt's pockets, but she's obviously too big for that anymore. That's why she goes for Britt's head instead, which is fine as she weighs nothing.

• She's a night owl and will often wander about at night when everyone is sleeping.

• If Britt is travelling at night, she'll follow along outside of her Poké Ball to enjoy the nighttime with her trainer.

• She's very fond of music, especially soft piano tunes.

• It doesn't come as much of a surprise that she loves a good singing voice, her cry is very melodic.

• If she was human, she'd most likely sing like an angel.

♡ Red Death

• Don't let his name fool you, he's very calm and very difficult to annoy. It really takes a lot to phase him.

• Well, unless you're battling against him, of course.

• Unlike Britt's other Gyarados (Wrath), he's very obedient and easy to control.

• Red Death and Wrath do not get along. At all. Their personalities are much too different.

• Wrath sees Red Death as a rival that he needs to dethrone, while Red Death sees Wrath as a childish brute.

• He's much more mature and wiser than a good portion of Britt's pokémon.

• He's often meditating or practicing his Dragon Dances in a lake.

• 100% has a crush on Shortcake.

• He's extremely protective of the shy dragon. He's constantly staring at her or playing with her.

• They always look so happy to be in each other's company.

• They're probably secretly together.

• He doesn't hate Lucian, but RD's patience is always on thin ice when it comes to the arrogant Sylveon.

• He's usually the one to put Lucian back in his place. A few Waterfalls never hurt anyone, right?

• Right?

• Since Gyarados are notorious for being violent, people are usually very wary around him.

• He doesn't understand why. He's calm and clearly not displaying any form of anger, so what's the issue?

• He doesn't notice that his face is naturally contorted into an expression of pure fury.

• It's okay, those who are close to him know better.

• He's a good boy who will give you piggyback rides along bodies of water and genuinely enjoys playing in the water with his trainer.

• Sometimes, he'll use his tail to splash Britt, forgetting that he's 6.5 meters long and absolutely sends her flying across the water.

• It's all in good fun though. No offence taken or harm done.

♡ Snuggles

• The baby of the group.

• Everyone loves Snuggles.

• It's impossible to dislike Snuggles.

• It's illegal to dislike him.

• Even Lucian likes him.

• Snuggles is very oblivious to his surroundings and will bump into everything whenever he's rolling around.

• He only has one brain cell that pings around his head like a windows screen saver.

• He's cute, so it's forgivable.

• He's pure and untainted by the ugliness of the world. The team wants to keep him innocent.

• He has never shown interest in evolving, so he's an overpowered level 100 ball of fluffy destruction.

• He actually loves to battle and thinks that they are very fun!

• Britt loves to use him in battle to add salt to the stinging wound of defeat.

• Not many people can keep their pride intact after being yeeted to the next century by a dopey-looking Wooloo.

• Leon still has nightmares about Snuggles.

• Loves to cuddle his trainer at night to keep her warm.

• He really is the best blanket.

• He needs to be brushed at least twice a day. Gotta keep that wool nice and shiny!

• He wears a soothe bell around his neck outside of battle but has an eviolite during battles. Bulky and friendly ball of floof!

• Don't you dare insult him!

• It's not that you'll hurt his feelings, insults fly way over his head.

• But you'll personally offend an angry short stack of a trainer, a sea serpent, a dragon, a frozen moth, a man-made fighting machine and a pretty boy.

• Snuggles is loved. Very much.

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oathkeptroxas · 7 years

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That last paragraph about how we don't give a fuck anymore after laurel died YASSSSSSSSS. We stayed in our lane and defended our fave and look what it got us. They also thought LL fans couldn't drag them to hell and back because we used to just ignore them but nope, not anymore.

I think the thing that really frustrates me is this:

I was first introduced to the DC universe when I was 9 years old via the Teen Titans & JLU animated shows. I began reading Teen Titans comics at the age of 13/14 and fell in love with Roy Harper, which led to reading more Black Canary, and now the two of them are my favourite comic characters.

I went into Arrow with an open mind. I was annoyed by a lot of the things they did but brushed it off as “creative liberty”.

I didn’t ship Laurel and Oliver after the first season because of how badly he treated her, but my love for the comic characters - and particularly the GA/BC relationship from the cartoon that was my first exposure to them - had me still hope for a better dynamic between them in the show. I loved the scene in S2 where they said they couldn’t be together but “I still need you in my life” / “we’ve been through too much together for it to be any other way”. Because even though I didnt want them together romantically, I still wanted some exploration into their history and how pivotal they both were in each other’s lives regardless of the nature of the relationship.

Laurel’s character development was the best in the show and worth following despite all the other shit it was surrounded by. Her relationship with Thea was my absolute favourite part, Thea was clearly an “uber speedy” retaining storylines and characteristics from both Roy Harper and Mia Dearden from the comics. The dynamic between the two of them was so comic reminiscent and I love them both.

Even as Laurel’s screentime began to diminish and even as they continued to disrespect her, every hardship she faced seemed to push her further with the same kind of development that had me hooked on her in the first place. It wasn’t until S4 started that her screentime diminished and she was forgotten in the plot and received no further development (comparitively to prior seasons). But even then I gave Arrow the benefit of the doubt, i figured “every show has a lull season and a low point midway before it picks itself back up” and “maybe this plot is just something they don’t know how to incorporate her into, when this story ends it’ll be fine”.

I never, ever, for a single second thought they would kill her. Killing Dinah Laurel Lance on a Green Arrow show is literally so far beyond the realm of anything that should realistically happen, and anyone who has any ounce of respect for their source material and the work of those who came before them (that made the show possible) would never even try it.

So when it actually happened, I literally felt so much righteous fury and felt like a fool for all of the times I sat through their bullshit writing and questionable creative/narrative choices. It was never gonna “pick back up”. It was never “just a lull point”. It had been running itself into the ground, and I was too loyal to these characters and too hopeful to see the dynamics I have loved since I was a child, that I didn’t see it coming.

Oliciters like to say “no one cared about Laurel until she died” and “Laurel fans are fake and never stanned her” but that is undoubtedly false. People have always loved Laurel. Nobody felt the need to big her up constantly and bombard the staff because we truly believed she was safe and there for the duration because killing her is literally a fucking stupid idea that goes against their source material in the biggest, most disrespectful way. And now her fans realize how far this show has fallen and we’re rightfully fucking angry and we do not give a fuck who knows.

#anti arrow #anti lauriver #laurel lance #long post

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