#makes me feel like I’ve encountered a trickster god

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Sometimes if I see a post with two decisions I can’t possibly choose from I think “ah good one tricky bastard” and like the post without voting

#it’s like when someone gives you an excellent riddle #or a pun #and I only do it if all the choices are equally chaotic or right #polls #tumblr pills #makes me feel like I’ve encountered a trickster god #trickster #cottagecore-raccoon

[russosafehaven]

Mundane Treats Pt 2

Pairing: Billy Russo x Deity!Reader

Part two to Mundane Treats

Content: Alcohol, Deity!Reader, Loki and Thor being protective sibling figures/wingpeople

POV: First for both Reader and Billy

BR Taglist: @judig92 @snowkestrel

~

Heartbreak was a tragic thing and yet it would sing throughout the ages. I still remember the first time I was told the tragedy was my burden to carry. I was around 400 years old and my mother, Freyja, had sent me to Asgard to live amongst the Aesir. The all-father looked at me and all he saw was pain. It was mine to carry, to help mortals to live with the woes of a heavy heart. So why would I be so foolish as to ask a mortal out? He’s human, he shall never be mine for it simply isn’t meant to be. I’ve lived for millennia and he mere decades. Yet his shadow like eyes and his slicked back hair evoked comfort, a strange feeling of fire and warmth in my chest.

~

They were standing across the room with Thor. Decorated with dark jeans and an oxford shirt, it was a sight to see. It was days ago they’d asked me out. I was pulled out of my thoughts as Frank clapped my back, causing me to cough out.

“You alright there Bill?”

I looked at the man, clear distaste colouring my face. Frank just laughed out as he always does. The two of us were brothers, not just by the blood spilt in war but in the relations we forged from hardship. He was my family, the only one who would reach out a hand even if I’ve fallen into the cavern.

“Yeah, yeah no I’m fine”

~

Thor was going on about some human concept, trying to explain how it’s useful even to those such as ourselves. Yet when I spotted Billy my eyes would not leave him. I’ve encountered many beings in my life, yet nothing as beautiful as he. I’m sure if I had ever met Lady Aphrodite she would take the form of Billy.

“Are you listening your majesty?”

The blonde looked over at me and I couldn’t help but feel my face heat up. I had stopped listening when I spotted the raven haired man.

“Ah, your heart has been captured has it not?”

Looking back at Thor he smiled gently at me. Encouraging me to go over to Billy. I tried to tell him non-verbally I wasn’t up for it. Yet there was no avail. Before my mind could catch up I was walking over to him.

~

They were walking over to although I don’t think they knew it. Frankie and I had watched as the hammer wielding god ushered them over. Nothing short of a harsh push to encourage ‘em to go forward. When they arrived in front of me they started at me. Frank let out a small laugh before walking off.

“Good evening Mister Russo sir, how have you been?”

The way they spoke almost had me kissing ‘em on the spot. So clueless to the world they lived in, showing everyone respect even if they didn’t deserve it. It was enamouring.

“Franks been on my ass but no, I’ve been good. How have you been doing?”

They hummed in response, giving a curt nod and I assumed it meant they were alright. Haphazardly they grabbed my arm and dashed towards the bar. Raising an arm they flagged Ms Romanoff down.

“Two whiskey’s with some of Thor’s stash, thank you Natalia”

The red head nodded at her deity friend and poured two glasses of whiskey. After that she added something from a much older looking bottle and passed it over to us.

“I have no doubt you have the capabilities to handle the drinks of the Aesir, so Mister Russo whatever it is you humans say”

~

I give him a shy smile, trying my best to not appear even slightly hurt. I know that I will not be able to have him. It’s simply not in the Norns tapestry.

“Usually cheers works fine”

I repeated the word and lifted my glass. Even while focused on Billy I could feel eyes leering at me. Eyes of a trickster with a lust for chaos.

~

A strange figure was appearing behinds Y/N yet they seemed to not care. They must’ve noticed the look on my face as their hand came into contact with mine. It was like a drug, their touch instantly calming me down.

“It’s just Loki, she’s just making sure that you shall not hurt me. You understand how brothers are yes?”

My eyes widened and I felt myself panicking again.

~

“Actually I was raised to in the system, I never had a family. Closest I got is Frank and Curt, friends of mine from the marines”

Guilt wrecked me, I shouldn’t have assumed. I was a fool to think so. Yet it was a beautiful tale, his family did not exist so he made his own on the battlefield. Much like me with Thor and Loki.

“Oh, I am so sorry for assuming. I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t aware humans did that as well. My mother sent me away when I was a godling to live with the Aesir. My siblings were forged with the blood on the battlefield as well”

Two very different stories, two very different lives and yet we were so similar. The god of heartbreak, pain and mercy faced with a former soldier. The mundane is becoming much nicer than it once was.

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #billy russo fluff #the punisher #x reader #billy russo x yn #billy russo angst

[radiantlyrey]

Thoughts on Uprising ep14 “Tagged”

- note: we are now in Unknown Territory, for me! I have not watched any episodes past this point! all I know is what I’ve seen chatter about; that’s it!! SO LET’S GET STARTED.

- cold open: I see we have a team of feral dogs libertarian street artists making trouble in Argon! good thing they got away from the cops, at least?? (in re: feral dogs: Night Vale references? anyone? anyone?)

- “my fanclub strikes again” “you mean my fanclub” Tron are you being SASSY??? I agree with Beck, this is an improvement!!

- I get the sense from this conversation that Beck is still a little testy about his encounter with Cyrus, hence his insistence on bringing the street artists into the fold. Tron is advising caution, but I think Beck is feeling a little stretched thin by all this Renegade stuff and wants some, y’know, help. can’t say I blame the kid.

- then we cut to Paige dealing with a bomb threat on a train and it is lowkey kind of hilarious how she shoves the bomb squad aside and fucking opens the bomb herself—like girl!!!!! we have the bomb squad for a reason!!!!!!! STOP. thank god it’s just a paint bomb, cause she would’ve been derezzed instantly if it wasn’t.

- then Beck catches up with the artists three and basically does to them what Tron did to him; poses as a Black Guard and questions them and then reveals himself to be “Tron” aka the Renegade. also the subtitles totally gave away Mara’s role in the Jolly Tricksters, which… boo. but I love Beck’s obvious shock when he sees her; he was not counting on that! also Mara kind of flirting with “Tron” makes me (and Beck) uncomfortable…..

- meanwhile back at Tron’s, Beck tries to feel out why Tron chose him and also tries to suss out what, if anything, Tron will tell him about the Stranger/Cyrus. (again, not sure Cyrus actually introduced himself in the previous episode; I think I was too busy cussing to actually remember….) anyway, Beck wants Tron to tell him about Cyrus, but Tron is apparently pretending that chapter of his life DID NOT HAPPEN. (also Beck’s weird wrist circuits are still freaking me out………. hope they don’t prove significant in the future……)

- back in the main plot (though I’m surprised that this episode is ALL A-plot! no charming sideplot required, apparently!): Beck gets the Jolly Tricksters to do a distraction so he can sneak in and get some intel from Tesler’s ship. he’s in and out with no trouble, but then: trouble arrives!! in the form of Moog and Rasket who want to put a tag on Tesler’s whole ass ship. Mara is the only one of them with any sense, and she insists on going with the Renegade to get them back.

- so Moog and Rasket (Raskay~~ whatever your name is Rasket) do their big tag, and get fucking caught by Pavel. and taken to a torture chamber, essentially. Pavel’s doing that thing where he swings between silly and deadly serious and it’s a little terrifying. the torture device is horrifying and very much Do Not Want from me, like……… holy shit. and they don’t even shy away from showing it onscreen!!!! WHAT THE FUCK, SHOW. it’s like the creators realized Disney wasn’t gonna do shit to promote their show and just decided to do whatever!!!!!!!! jesus.

- Mara and Beck-as-Renegade save them tho!!! hooray!! and then Beck gives them all an assignment—keep the gate open—that Moog and Rasket immediately give up on and Mara, I can’t believe you thought you could control these two!! my god!!! but she manages to buy time for the Renegade as Beck is fighting Paige (there were some good shots in that fight btw) and they all just barely escape and ooOOF.

- less great that Moog and Rasket are out, and that Beck, as much as he needs Mara, can’t afford to put his friend in danger and essentially pushes her away. sigh.

- and then Beck and Tron have a conversation in PUBLIC ABOUT THIS???? AND TRON DON’T EVEN HAVE HIS FACE COVERED???????? the FUCK are you doing Tron???? GODDDDD.

- that said the coda of Mara doing another tag is glorious, and I hope we see more of her efforts towards revolution in the future. Beck is absolutely right: she really truly believes in the cause, and if (who she thinks is) Tron telling her he doesn’t need her doesn’t make her give up, then nothing will.

- all in all: fun little romp of an episode, and a very nice breather after the sheer fuck-inducing intensity of the previous episode.

#tronblr #tron #tron: uprising #skye liveblogs things

[papihalliwell]

As I’ve dived into the depths of astrology within the past two years, I’ve observed some placements rather closely, due to close relationships with these placements. This is my personal observation and are not entirely facts, if they resonate please feel free to share. ☺️💕

8th House Moons - This placement tends to be harsh to the native because the moon is all about security and the 8th House is the opposite of secure and nurturing. It is the feeling of constant anxiety and paranoia. However, this placement is extremely intuitive. But, due to the constant feelings of anxiety and paranoia their intuition may be overlooked and ignored as just that. Like Scorpios, they are perceptive and sensitive and can pick up on the slightest change of energy around them. They are always aware of the world around them and will usually pick up on the smallest details others may miss. However, this can also cause emotional insecurity and misunderstanding because of how observant they are.

Scorpio Suns - Scorpios are the Leos of the water signs. They are not flashy when it comes to attention, depending on their natal chart aspects, however they tend to be eye catchers no matter where they go. They say that Scorpios have bird-like eyes, but me personally, they have cat-like eyes or more so bed room eyes. Kind of like Jessica Rabbit. Speaking of Jessica Rabbit, they also look good in the color red, I believe it to be the traditional Martian energy they possess. Also, like their Modern ruler Pluto, they tend to lean more into darker colors because their emotions are so deep, and intense. This may be a bit controversial, however a lot of Scorpios I know do not tend to lean towards occult studies, like their counterpart Taurus they are more practical and tend to lean more towards logic.

Gemini Placements - Geminis have obtained a controversial reputation in Modern Astrology, and because of this, I believe it’s because of Gemini’s ruler Mercury. In Mythology, Mercury is represented by the Greek God Hermes, who was known as a trickster, and messenger. Like their ruler, Gemini’s are rather cunning because of how well they collect information and because of this they know how to use this to their advantage. I don’t want to say that they are manipulative even though it may appear that way, but the Gemini’s I’ve come across have that sort of energy to them. I am not slandering them, I actually enjoy Geminis, they are funny, witty and always a good time but, they are also represented by the twins. Because of this, I feel they are also prone to be manipulated in some aspect of their life. Also, they can either be hot or cold people, some I’ve met are talkative, party-going, and spontaneous, and others I’ve met are introverted, non-chalant and easily irritated. Maybe it depends on which twin you encounter.

Virgo Placements - I have a love for Virgo Placements because I am a Virgo Rising, but boy do we come off kind of bitchy. Like most Earth placements, they come off reserved, and detached. They also have an icy exterior to them that makes them look irritated and unapproachable however that is not always the case. Like Geminis, Virgos love to talk once you’ve warmed them up. They may come across as judgmental because of how analytical they are. They are also ruled by Mercury which makes them very good at picking up information like Geminis. Although they come across as ice queens and kings, they are very sensitive. Personally I know that water signs get the rep of being intuitive but I say it is Virgos. Like their Ruler Mercury aka Greek God Hermes, he was also known as the the guide to the dead, leading souls into the underworld. Which is why they can also pick up on energy changes around them. They are also ruled by their digestive system and rely heavily on their gut instincts. A Virgo once told me (my Nana), “always trust those random gut feelings, because they are never wrong.” Because they are ruled by their digestive system, they tend to have a lot of body anxiety which can cause their intuition to be ignored, some what like 8th House Moons, or 8th House Placements in general. Virgos also have an intense, mysterious look, probably because of how similar to Scorpios they are. They also enjoy the company of miss Mary Jane.

Once again, these are my personal observations, and if you made it to the very end of this post please like and reblog. Thank You! Much Love Astro Babes!!😘💕✨

#astrology #gemini #virgo placements #scorpio #8th house #moon #like #share #much love #thanks a bunch

[lokiondisneyplus]

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Loki, the trickster god so charismatically embodied by Tom Hiddleston, had somehow eluded the clutches of a canonical love interest until Sophia Di Martino came along. It was as if the Marvel overlords ascribed to the age-old romantic advice: Before you love another, you must first love yourself. Conveniently, then, the scrappy Di Martino would play Sylvie, a variant of Loki himself. When the duo would encounter some inconvenient sexual tension between them over the course of the Disney+ series Loki, it’d mingle with the baffling reality that they were two sides of the same coin. In essence, they'd learn the frustrating art of self-love.

Di Martino is just as confused and delighted by this development as her audience. But, then again, she dances in the Venn Diagram of unpredictability and joy; it’s where she spends most of her days as an actress. She became an almost immediate fan-favorite as soon as she first popped up in Loki as the smart-mouthed, trauma-ridden Sylvie, no small feat given audiences’ rabid devotion to her co-star. Matching Hiddleston’s wit and tact would be a challenge for any actress, let alone one who’d yet to accumulate Hiddleston’s level of mainstream attention. But Di Martino possessed an interiority few Marvel heroes—and, unfortunately, even fewer Marvel women—have had the opportunity to explore in depth.

Now a few months out from the extraordinary Loki finale, in which Sylvie unleashed the multiverse (and, in the process, set the scene for a number of upcoming MCU films), Di Martino hasn't given herself much time to rest. She was nursing a new baby while filming the first season, and now she’s excited to be welcoming another addition to the household ahead of season 2. To celebrate the occasion—and infuse her time at home with a little Hollywood glamour—she partnered with her photographer friend Joseph Lynn, who helped her coordinate a maternity photoshoot that didn’t fall into stereotypes. It wouldn’t be “me in a lovely ballgown running through a field of wheat,” Di Martino teases, but rather the actress draped in glitter and gold, hanging around an east London studio popular with drag performers. The result is a perfect encapsulation of Di Martino as a person, as a mother, and as a star—warm, witty, and bursting with charisma.

That doesn’t mean she’s prepared for what’s coming, though. A new baby brings its own unpredictability, but even Di Martino’s work schedule remains up in the air: Loki has yet to set a filming date for season 2. As she attempts to brace herself for another explosive year, Di Martino revealed what she makes of Sylvie's decision in the finale—and why she’s not convinced stability is in the cards for Loki’s new partner.

I’d love to know what’s been the biggest joy for you as a working mother in Hollywood. With all the pressures around you, is being a working mom ever something you’ve questioned?

I love my job and I love being a parent, and I guess the biggest joy for me is being able to do both. It’s really hard, even for me who’s very fortunate with support I’ve gotten.

I never question whether I want to keep working because my job is so important to me. I probably put a lot on it; I always feel like it’s important to be creating something and to be, I guess, earning money and paying my bills. I probably put a lot of pressure on myself to keep doing that.

I’ve got a lot of respect for people who decide to stay at home and that be their full-time job, because it is a full-time job. Being a parent is unpaid labor, which is really unfair in a lot of ways. But yeah, I kind of need [my job]. I think I need it to be my best self and to be a well-rounded version of me. Strangely, having the opportunity to go out and work helps me be a better parent—because I get to fulfill some of that need within myself and then I can come back home and play a different role.

You’ve talked previously about how starring in Loki launched what's become one of the most magical years of your life. When Kate Herron, the director, first reached out to you about this secret script, did you have any inkling at all what it might be?

No. I knew that Kate was working on something secret and exciting, and that it was probably a big deal. But I had no idea what it was back then. I was actually really busy at the time and heavily pregnant. So I did my best [audition], sent it off and forgot about it because that’s the way I deal with self-tapes. If you hear back, it’s a bonus. If not, forget it ever happened.

Were you familiar with the lore around Loki when you eventually got the part?

I was familiar with Loki and the Thor films, but I definitely had to do some homework to brush up on exactly what I was getting myself into. Tom [Hiddleston] was really helpful because he’s been doing his character for 10 years, and he’s quite a boffin when it comes to that world.

I heard he gave a presentation to the cast. With a white board.

Oh yeah, his lecture.

When Loki came out, was the fan reaction—especially around that momentous finale—what you’d expected? Were you prepared for it?

I think it’s impossible to prepare for something like that. So it’s been both amazing and slightly overwhelming—because it just keeps coming! Like, with Halloween, it’s been so incredible to see all the people dressed up as Sylvie and Loki and people from the TVA and Alligator Loki. It’s kind of insane. I don't think I was prepared for that at all, no.

Because it could have gone either way. It could have been a compete flop, and no one would know who Sylvie was. So you don’t want to build something up and then be disappointed. I try to just keep an open mind and not expect too much.

I’d say that’s worked out pretty well for you so far. Now that you’re about to go to work on season 2, this time with another new baby in the house, do you feel more prepared to return both to the role of Sylvie but also as a working parent on set?

On the one hand, yes. I feel like I've done it once, so I can do it again. I know a few hacks now; I’ve made a few shortcuts that I can lean on. I know what to ask for. I know what to prepare the producers for, if they haven't worked with a pumping mom before. I definitely feel like I’m armed with some knowledge and some practice. But it's still nerve-wracking, and I'm still thinking, How the hell am I going to do it again? But I will.

What was the hardest part the first time around?

I mean, not many people I know have gone back to work on a film or TV set with such a young baby. So I couldn’t really ask for advice from anyone. My child was three months old when I moved over to the U.S. to shoot, and that is very young. That was really hard. And also the guilt. The mom guilt starts from the minute you get pregnant, I think, and never goes away, unfortunately. So that’s something that I’m really trying to work on because dads definitely don’t suffer from the same amount. We [as women] put a lot of pressure on ourselves, and we feel a lot of guilt when we’re not excelling in every single area.

You were only four months postpartum when you started the physical stunt training for this role. Was that a challenge or a blessing?

It was a great opportunity to slowly try and get in shape again, with some of the best stunt performers in the world looking out for me and making sure I didn’t injure myself. We took it really slowly. I didn’t push myself too much. Being pregnant and having a baby is a huge strain on your body, so you have to build yourself back up really slowly. But what a fantastic opportunity to have [the training]. If it wasn’t for that, I would just be sat on the sofa eating biscuits. Like I am now.

Do you get the sense the Sylvie we’ll meet at the beginning of season 2 will be different from the one we met in season 1?

I’m not sure. I don’t know, because I don’t know anything about series 2. I don’t know how far it’s going to be removed from what happened at the end of series 1. I don’t know if she will have changed again by the time we see her again. I don’t know where she’ll be, what headspace she’ll be in. I assume she’ll fundamentally still be the same character, but the multiverse makes even [that] a little bit complicated. We can meet anyone.

You could be playing any version of Sylvie.

Exactly. I hope [the writers] give me enough chance to figure it out before they want me to start.

When will you start filming?

I’m not sure. It obviously won’t be this year, so I hope it’s next year.

With your schedule so up in the air, is that a struggle to build a life around, especially as a parent?

I’m getting used to it. It can be a little bit tricky when people are asking me, “Do you want to go on vacation next summer?” But, to be honest, that’s just the life of an actor. As soon as you book a holiday, you get a job. You usually have to cancel it. That’s the rule. So I’m used to the spontaneity of it, and I kind of love it. I’m not the kind of person that would do well sort of working a 9-to-5. I thrive on the unpredictability.

We see so much happen between Loki and Sylvie in those dramatic few seconds in the finale, right before she decides to kill He Who Remains and, inadvertently, launch the multiverse. Do you think, at this point, Sylvie has fallen in love with Loki? Is that what's happening here?

It’s a really tricky one. I think she definitely cares about Loki; it’s the closest she has ever been to loving another being. The fact that he cares about her, too, is probably wildly uncomfortable for her. She’s never been close to another person her whole life. So it’s super complicated. Obviously, she’s a variant of him, too, so I see it is about a sort of self-acceptance and self-love. Unfortunately, it’s happening at the same time she’s having to make a huge decision to fight for free will.

Ultimately, she chooses her revenge, and she chooses the path that she’s been planning to go down for her whole life—to kill He Who Remains. [To do that], she has to sort of get rid of Loki. I like to think of it as, she’s making sure he’s okay by getting him out of the way. He doesn’t stop her from doing what she needs to do, but she’s able to put him somewhere safe for a minute.

She definitely cares about him. I don’t know if she's in love with him. It’s such a complicated thing because he’s a sort of variant of her, too. There’s so many interpretations of it; you can find them if you Google it.

Speaking of theories: I know you don’t know anything about season 2, but for you, personally, is there anything in particular you want for Sylvie in the next chapter?

It would be easy for me to say I want her to be happy. I want her to find some peace, but I don’t know how interesting that would be to watch or play.

She’s so fun when she’s pissed-off and out for revenge! She’s such a strong, badass character that’s so empowering to play, and hopefully empowering to watch. I don’t know if I want that to be sorted. So who knows? I mean, it’d be nice to try on some new outfits.

You could take a page from your photo shoot and put on that gold dress.

Maybe we could sprinkle her with some glitter.

As we head into a new year, how are you preparing for this next chapter of motherhood?

I’m completely ignoring it. [Laughs] Nothing prepares you for having a child. I tried to prepare the first time, and it didn’t really work.

It’s always a hugely exciting surprise and a leap into the unknown. The first time around, you go from being a woman and you emerge a mother, which is a huge transformation that doesn’t happen overnight. It didn’t happen overnight for me. It took a while to get my head round. This time, I’m obviously already a parent, so I kind of know what to expect, but I also know it will be completely different. I'm in ignorant bliss. I'm going to ignore it until I can’t ignore it anymore, and then deal with it and enjoy it and try and be in the moment. That seems to work.

📷 JOSEPH LYNN

This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.

#Sophia Di Martino #Sylvie #Loki #interview

[steves-on-a-plane]

Fist and Fangs (Pt 3)

Part One / Part Two Words: 1369 Pairing: Loki x Reader Summary: Reader is still on Asgard recovering from her encounter with the Hulk. After a brief confrontation with her brother, Bruce, she tries to get some rest.

You woke up the next morning to the unmistakable sound of two people arguing. Even half-asleep you could pick up on the harsh but whispered tones. You opened your eyes and looked for Loki. He’d moved from his position in the chair and as you scanned the room you could see why. Loki was standing in his doorway. It seemed he was one half of the argument that woke you.

“As I’ve already explained, she doesn’t want to see you.” He huffed to whoever was on the other side of the doorway. “Now, I’ve been kind enough to allow you to stay as a guest here on Asgard…”

“Oh, you’ve allowed?” Your brother’s voice interrupted Loki’s. “Last I check, you weren’t the King of Asgard.”

“Of Asgard, no.” Loki Agreed. “But still a King. Do not think for a second that I would hesitate to show you exactly what the King of Jotunheim is capable of.”

You tossed off the covers and climbed out of the bed. Even as you shakily stepped off the raised marble platform you could tell the sleep had done you some good. Sure, you still felt tired but standing didn’t feel nearly as impossible as it had before. You moved at half of what your normal speed would be but walked towards the door. You were just a few steps away when you worried you couldn’t stand anymore.

“Loki!” You called out to him. At the sound of his name, Loki turned. He was clearly surprised to see you up and out of bed. You stumbled, and practically fell into him. He placed one arm around your waist, propping you up. With most of your weight being supported by Loki, you leaned into him. You looked at Bruce and discovered he was standing alone in the hall.

“[Y/N] I’ve been trying to talk to you four hours.” Bruce explained. “Loki wouldn’t let me in. He said you were sleeping.”

“That’s because I was sleeping.” You confirmed. “And I asked him not to let you in.”

“You…why would you do that?” Bruce asked. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he took a step back. It made you feel guilty knowing that you’d hurt him, but you had to protect yourself now.

“Let me start off by repeating that I know that what happened to me isn’t your fault, Bruce. I don’t want you to feel guilty about it. I don’t even think Hulk meant to hurt me, but I did get hurt. You couldn’t stop it and you might not be able to stop it from happening again. So, for now, I think it’s better if we keep our distance from each other.” You told him. “I‘ll happily talk to you on the phone and I’m not asking you to leave Asgard but…”

“But you can’t be around us right now.” Bruce nodded. He looked at Loki, studied his face. You wondered if he too was searching the trickster god for signs of a lie. “What’s in it for you?” He asked. “Why are you keeping such a close eye on my sister?”

“I have no ulterior motive. [Y/N] is my guest here and I’m simply being a good host,” Loki began guiding you away from the door. He waved his hand and the door closed behind him. “How are you feeling, you seem better.”

“I feel a little better but still weak.” You told him honestly.

“That’s to be expected.” Loki nodded encouragingly. “I thought you might enjoy some fresh air when you woke up. Would you like to sit out on the balcony?”

“Does it have a good view of Asgard?”  You asked.

“The best.” He smirked.

Loki helped you make the walk across his room to the attached balcony. There was a set of green velvet chairs piled high with plush cushions of varying sizes. Between the two chairs there was a table. On the table was a large bowl overflowing with fruit. Two empty glasses sat next to the bowl. You sat in one of the vacant chairs and Loki claimed the other.

“I’ve always wanted to see Asgard. Under different circumstances I’d be excited to be here.” You looked out onto the balcony to the city below the palace. The architecture of Asgard was like nothing you’d seen before. Several buildings appeared to be tall spires dotting across the Skyline. It reminded you of New York’s own skyscrapers back home. There was also a historical feeling to the city too. Plenty of structures were made with stone and shimmering gold, reminding you of ancient cities like Pompeii; frozen exactly as they’d been in their prime.

“Perhaps once you’re fully healed, I could show you around.” Loki offered.

“Oh, I’d love that! It looks so beautiful.” You gushed, still studying the realm before you.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you.” Loki whispered.

“Hmmm?” You peeled your eyes away from Asgard to look at him.

“I asked when the last time you’ve eaten was.” He lied.

“Oh.” You thought about it for longer than you should have had to. “Well, I definitely skipped breakfast yesterday and I was supposed to be meeting Bruce for lunch when…well you know. So, I guess the day before yesterday.” You shrugged.

“You should eat.” He insisted. “It will help build your strength.” Loki nudged the fruit bowl towards you.

“Are these safe for humans to eat?” You asked. Loki had already made it clear that he expected you to speak your mind, so you didn’t think twice about asking at first, but the furrow of his eyebrows had you rushing for an explanation. “Only because in a lot of the stories I’ve read, food of the gods isn’t safe for humans. Sometimes eating it can hurt you or put a curse on you. I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to imply you’d poison me intentionally or something.”

“Midgardians and their stories.” Loki laughed. “[Y/N], I did not put all the effort into saving you just to allow you to become cursed or poisoned. Asgardian alcohol will likely be too strong for you, but the food would be fine. Eat something.” And again he nudged the bow slightly towards you.

Now that he’s brought the subject of food to your attention, you found yourself feeling hungry. You reached into the bowl and removed the first piece of fruit your hand touched. It happened to be a bunch of grapes. You popped a grape in your mouth enjoying the burst of sweet flavor from it. When it was gone you had another. You snacked on the grapes and cast your eye out to the palace grounds. You stole a glance in Loki’s direction and realized he was reading again.

“I don’t need to read your mind to know you’re staring, [Y/N].” He commented, still looking down.

“I was just wondering what you were reading and if it where the same book you’d been reading yesterday.” You told him.

“It’s a different book.” He told you.

“Is it any good?” You leaned towards him, trying to see the words on the page. What you saw left you confused. Unless your eyes were playing tricks on you, the page Loki had been reading for the last few minutes was blank. As was the page next to it.

“It’s enchanted so that only I can read it.” He looked up from the empty pages. Loki saw you leaning in, your pupils dilated, your face in your hands. “But I could read it to you.” He offered. Immediately a smile spread up to your cheeks.

“Really?” You picked up one of the smaller cushions on your chair and brought it to your lap. You settled in, cuddling the pillow. You looked so much like a child, it gave Loki an idea.

“You should eat some more, Darling, the grapes alone were not enough food.” At the use of the pet name, there was a slight flutter that seemed to come from somewhere in your chest. Later on you’d wonder if you were so easily won over that all it took was fresh fruit and pet names, but in that moment you reached for another bundle of grapes and settled in.

#Loki x Reader #Loki Reader Insert #Loki Fan fiction #Loki Fan Fic #Loki FF

[marvxlousqueen]

So Fucking Sore- Bucky x Loki x Reader

i have returned from the dead to deliver this smut for my friend’s birthday LMAOO anyways for this let’s just pretend tony killed thanos in endgame and brought back nat and gamora and nobody died haha yes anyways bucky is a simp in this tbh (and i’ve never written for loki so forgive me if it’s bad LMAOO)

anyways happy bday bestie (don’t wanna expose ur name on here lol) love u <3

word count: 3.5k

The Avengers compound was more full than it had ever been. Finally, every floor was filled, every guest room taken, some sleeping bags even rolled onto the floor. Tony hadn’t planned to host the entirety of the avengers force, some odd one thousand people. After defeating Thanos and fixing the time lines, Tony felt as though they deserved a break and a celebration. Although most people were still recovering and wouldn’t stay for long at the party, he figured laughter is the best medicine- that, and he always loved an occasion to show off his hosting skills. 

Tony’s invitation even extended to the staff at the compound, which is how (Y/n) found herself holding a rsvp letter, trying to decide which box to check off. 

“Yes [   ]  (+1)   No [    ]”

She fumbled with the letter, pen getting heavy in her hand. She was seated in her office, taking her lunch break in between helping some of the injured Wakandan soldiers. Being an on-site nurse, of course she had had encounters with the team, but nothing like this party would be. 

Would it be embarrassing if I didn’t have a plus one, she thought

She was interrupted by a knock at her door. “Come in,” she said without looking up. 

The door slowly opened and Bucky entered, small smile on his face. 

“Hey.. just figured I’d bring you some snacks. Figure you must be real busy in the infirmary.”

He set a plate of strawberries on the table with a bottle of water, metal arm extending towards her. (Y/n) could briefly see her reflection in the shine of the vibranium. She lost herself for a moment, examining his arm.

“(Y/n)?” 

“What- oh yeah! Super busy. Thanks, Buck,” she gave him a smile, cheeks burning.

They had always had some sort of chemistry, but she just couldn’t quite get a read on it enough to make a move. Ever since reconnecting with Steve, Bucky had gotten back into his old ways. Still a giant flirt, just maybe a little more shy than in the 40s. He loved to toss some pick up lines around whenever he wound up in the infirmary (which was a little too often), so (Y/n) couldn’t figure out if he really liked her or was flirty with everyone. 

“What’s that you got there?” He motioned to the rsvp letter on her desk, still unanswered.

“Oh, invitation to Tony’s party thing this weekend. Think he’s trying to get a head count for seats and food. Don’t think I’m going to go, though.”

Bucky pulled up a chair to her desk, “Why wouldn’t you go? You should be celebrating too, I mean- half of us wouldn’t be in this good of a condition without your healing hands.”

His lips pulled into a smirk as he saw her smile shyly. He loved how we could always make her melt at the slightest compliement.

“I think it might be a little embarrassing to show up without a plus one.. I don’t know, it’s probably stupid, but it seems like everyone has someone, you know?”

(Y/n) shrugged, not sure how else to explain her thoughts.

Bucky nodded, running a hand through his hair, “So- what, you’re waiting for someone to ask you?” 

“I- No, but it would be nice, I guess.”

Bucky felt his face heat up. Here’s my chance, he thought. A chance to get some real action because I’ve been out of it for too fucking long. 

(Y/n) looked up at him, waiting for a response. When nothing came, she pushed through her nerves. “You don’t have a date, do you?”

His eyes snapped up to hers, wide with worry. “I-uh-no. D-don’t need one. Just a party, you know? Kinda stupid to get a date for a party like this.”

“Oh- yeah, totally,” (Y/n) stumbled over her words, facing burning with embarrassment. Did he call me stupid? Well, I guess that answers my questions- he is definitely NOT into me. 

 Bucky almost slapped himself after seeing the way (Y/n)’s face dropped. THAT CAME OUT WRONG THAT CAME OUT WRONG THAT CAME OUT WRONG!! He meant to come off as relaxed and nonchalant like he used to be, but instead he sounded like a dick. 

Before he could get an apology out, another knock was heard from her office door. “C-come in!”

Steve opened the door, “Hey- oh hey buck,” Bucky awkwardly waved at him, still busy screaming at himself, “anyways, (Y/n)- Thor’s got friends on the way and apparently they got a little scuffed up on the way from Norway, so you think you can head in and check on em?” 

“Yes! Totally! Uh- bye Bucky, I-I’ll see you.” She jumped out of her seat and rushed off down the hall, happy to get away from this tension with Bucky.

Steve watched her speed off down the hall before turning back to his old friend. “So.. how’s that going?”

Bucky sighed, “It’s not going at all. I think I accidently called her dumb? I don’t know- I kinda blacked out for a minute there.”

Steve patted him on the shoulder, “You’ll be fine. You got plenty of time to fix anything and make your move when you’re ready, all right?”

He understood how his friend was having some difficulties. While he was far more stable then he used to be, Bucky still had his moments and was working through them. Steve couldn’t be prouder. 

“I guess you’re right. As long as no other guy tries to scoop her up.”

--

(Y/n) entered the infirmary, breathing hard from the speed walk she took to escape that awkwardness. Laying on two of the beds was a tall man with long black hair and some sort of creature with knives attached to it’s hands. 

“(Y/n)! My friends require your services!” Thor shouts, embracing her in a hug.

She laughs as he squeezes her tightly, “Of course! Now let me go so I can help-”

The man who was reclining on the first bed sat up, eyebrows raised. “You’re a healer?”

She looked towards him, noting his accent was similar to Thor’s, “Well- no. Not a healer, just a nurse, but I’ll do my best. With all this new tech it’ll be real easy to batch you up. What happened?”

Thor spoke up, “My dear friend here,” he motioned toward the creature with the blades for hands, “Miek- got into a argument with my dear brother and knives were thrown. Just minor stab wounds of course, but it would be nice for them to be healed before Stark’s feast.”

“Your brother?” She looked towards the man with black hair, who offered a smile. “You’re Loki?” 

“The trickster god indeed.”

Her face heated up, partially in fear and partially in awe. Before her was the man who constantly tried to rule Earth. “Are you-,” she turned to Thor, “is he allowed to be here?”

“Of course! He aided me in our fight against Thanos. He stands as an avenger now.” 

Loki rolled his eyes and began to spin a small knife he pulled from his boot.  (Y/n) nodded, still registering everything, “Well, uh , okay then. Where’s the stab wound?” 

Loki moved to lift his shirt. On his left side was a gash still dripping blood. (Y/n) took a deep breathe, forcing herself to focus on his wound and not the outline of his abs and the way sweat was dripping down.

“Oh- jesus christ, okay. Let me get some stuff.”

The creature on the other bed made a noise and (Y/n) realized he was injured too, a small blade sticking out of his leg. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She ran to the other side to grab materials and begin patching them up. The process went like a blur. All she could feel was the way Loki’s body felt warm against hers, not like the cold she was expecting from his being a dark elf. His hand brushed against hers as he admired her handy work, eyes moving from her face to her form. Finally she was done and seated back in her office, yelling at herself for being so horny today for no goddamn reason. 

As she took a seat once again, she noticed the still blank rsvp card.

God-fucking-damn it

She still had a decision to make. As she went to check the “No [   ]” box, her door opened. Loki walked in and quickly made himself comfortable, sitting across from her. 

“I wish to thank you for the help.”

(Y/n) nodded, eyes wide, “Of course, yeah, anyth-”

“I also wish to invite you to Stark’s feast.”

She froze, mouth slightly open. I don’t even know this dude! And he’s killed a shit ton of people..

“Uh, well,” oh fuck it, “I would love that. Thanks.”

He smiled, “I’ll see you then, (Y/n).”

He left and closed the door behind him. She rushed to fill out the card and went to find Tony. Knowing him, he’d probably be down in his lab playing robots with Morgan. (Y/n) hopped in the elevator and headed towards the basement above the parking garage. It stopped around 3 floors down and the sign flashed “gym.” The doors opened and Bucky entered, sweaty from trying to workout and get rid of all these new feelings he’s having. He didn’t look up from his phone until the doors closed behind him. 

His eyes landed on hers, “O-oh hey! Hi.”

(Y/n) gave him a wave and looked down at her letter, rolling it up in her hands.

“You going to the party?”

“Yep.”

“That’s good! Really good! Because you really don’t need a date for stuff like this, we’re all friends, right?” Bucky was desperately trying to make up for what he had said earlier. 

“I have a date actually.”

His eyes widened, “What? Who?”

She turned and shrugged, “Just some guy I met, don’t think you would know him.”

A light went off in his head- she’s trying to make me jealous, isn’t she! She doesn’t have a date! She just wants me to make my move!

Bucky laughed and gave her a smirk, “You don’t have to lie to impress me, doll.”

She whipped around, “Excuse me? You don’t think I can get a date?”

His cheeks turned bright red, “W-what? No, you’re just trying to make me jealous.. right?”

Her jaw dropped, “You are so full of it.” 

The elevator dinged and (Y/n) exited into the basement, leaving Bucky’s head full of questions.

Did I just fuck up again, he thought. 

The next few days past fairly quickly. (Y/n) spent her time in the medical bay once again, dealing with minor injuries and organizing the first aid kits. The few highlights she did have was a quick lunch with Loki, which seemed very abnormal for him. He showed up in her office with, as he called it, “Midgardian Trash,” which was just a plate of different snack foods that Clint had recommended. They ate in a comfortable silence, sharing a few thoughts here and there, until he took his que to leave. (Y/n) walked him to the door and was surprised when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her face heat up.

“See you tomorrow, dear (Y/n).”

She stumbled out a response, making him laugh at her speechlessness. After work she rushed to prepare herself for Saturday night.

--

It was probably the biggest party upstate New York had ever seen. Completely catered, a professional band, everyone dressed up in their finest clothing. (Y/n) would’ve felt completely out of place if it wasn’t for Loki’s arm wrapped around her waist as they entered. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark green tie, constantly repping his main color. Time flew as they spun on the dance floor and drank a little too much, although alcohol didn’t seem to have much effect on him. Loki excused himself to the restroom as (Y/n) downed a glass of water to sober up. She felt someone sit next to her at the bar.

“Look, I’m not interested-”

“Are you crazy? Like- do you genuinely have a death wish?”

She looked beside her and was face to face with Bucky. It felt weird to see him so dressed up. She was used to the sweats and t-shirts, but she had to admit that he cleaned up nice. 

“What are you talking about?”

He glared at her, “Loki? Your date is LOKI. Steve filled me in, I know everything. He’s killed people, (Y/n)! A lot of them!”

“So have you.”

“I-” His voice faltered. “That’s different, you know it is. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

“Well don’t be. He’s actually a pretty good guy. And here he comes now.”

Loki appeared, tapping Bucky on the shoulder, “can I help you?”

“We were just talking.”

He laughed, “seems you would rather do much more than that.”

(Y/n)’s brows furrowed, ‘What does that mean?”

Bucky’s face turned red, “nothing! I guess I’ll leave you two alone now.” 

“Nonsense,” Loki pushed him back into the chair. “Tell the woman what you think of her. Perhaps it could work out for you, or for us both.”

“What!?”

(Y/n) was confused again, “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”

Loki looked her up and down, “don’t be a fool. He fancies you, as do I. I propose an agreement-”

“wait what,” she looked at Bucky, “you like me? Like- more than a friend?”

He looked down at the table, confused and frustrated about his feelings and about how this alien douchebag was making fun of him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke up.

“Listen asshole-”

Loki rolled his eyes, “do you wish to mount the lady or no?”

(Y/n) choked on her water, “what the fuck-”

Bucky’s eyes felt like they would fall out of his head, but he responded instinctively, “yes, god yes.”

Butterflies went off in (Y/n)’s stomach, eyes locked onto Bucky’s face.

“Great. So do I. So we shall share her then? Tonight? What do you think?” 

Loki turned to (Y/n), who was in shock.

“I-what?”

“Tonight, the two of us, yes? In your chambers, perhaps.”

“I-uh, okay.”

Bucky licked his lips, “Okay?”

“Yes, I mean-fuck, why not. You are both.. wow.”

Loki laughed, “Great, but truly shocking how blind you mortals are to each other.” 

The three of them sat in a weird tension at the bar while waiting for Tony to give his toast. After about 10 minutes of emotional rambling, Tony finally raised his glass to the Avengers. (Y/n) downed her drink and looked to the two men sitting beside her. Locking eyes, they shared a common thought and all excused themselves one by one. They found their way into (Y/n)’s bedroom, where she made herself at home by throwing off the heels she had been wearing all night. 

“So-uh-”

Bucky cut off her rambling with a hot, open mouthed kiss pressed to her lips. His hands trailed down her sides and grabbed her ass. He pulled away, breathing hard. “You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 

He suddenly felt far more confident and began to strip off his suit, starting with the tie that had been choking him all night. Loki threw off his coat and pushed (Y/n) onto her bed. 

“I want you to kneel.” 

She stood up on her knees, face flushed, waiting for his next move. He slowly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. 

Well, yeah, he’s definitely packing

(Y/n) pressed a kiss to the tip before licking her way from the bottom back to the top. She took a deep breath and took him in her mouth as far as she could. Loki began to thrust, gripping her hair and pushing her forward, using her mouth as a fucktoy. (Y/n) opened her eyes to look up at him and noticed Bucky on the side, hand in his pants, eyes zeroed in on her mouth. She motioned for Bucky to strip, making him drop his pants and boxers, leaving him now completely exposed. His hand continued to pump his length, whimpers leaving his mouth. Loki noticed (Y/n)’s eye’s on Bucky and pulled away from her, leaving spit and precum dripping down her mouth.

“Take her.”

Bucky’s face flushed, embarrassed to be doing exactly what some other dude told him to. He walked towards the bed, cock standing proudly. 

“Is this okay?”

(Y/n) nodded yes, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him onto the bed with her. With Bucky underneath her, she lined up with his dick and sunk down onto it.

“Fuck! Jesus-fuck-”

(Y/n) couldn’t think for a moment, too distracted by how much he was stretching her. Bucky’s head was thrown up and his grip on her thighs tightened. He lifted his tips and bucked into her, making her gasp again.

Regaining her composure, (Y/n) began to roll her hips. As she rode him, Bucky sat up and his lips found their way to her neck, leaving marks up and down it. From the side of the bed, she could see Loki completely exposed now, hand running up and down his length as he watched them. He smirked as he caught her eye, making it more of a show. 

His hand moved faster before focusing on his tip. (Y/n)’s thoughts were broken from him as Bucky began to paw at her clit, rubbing it just the right way. Her hands went to his hair, pulling him close.

“God, so fucking-shit-so tight-”

Bucky’s voiced was strained, trying not to finish before her, but (Y/n) was making it difficult with how tight she was clamped around him. 

“Fuck-i’m so close, please!”

Bucky started thrusting up into her, “say my name-fuck”

“Bucky! Please!”

He rammed into her with a quick pace, hands groping her ass. (Y/n) a warmth growing in her, squeezing his dick even more. Finally, she reached her peak and exploded around him, dripping her juices down his dick. Bucky quickly flipped them over, putting one of her legs over his shoulder and started to pound into her. (Y/n) choked on her breath, completely overwhelmed from the overstimulation. Bucky’s thrusts began to stutter until he bucked one last time, going deep into her and exploding. He filled her up and slowly pulled out, seeing his cum dripping out of her.

“Holy shit.”

(Y/n) laughed, trying to catch her breath, “thanks, you too.”

“Quite the show, indeed.”

(Y/n) had almost forgot there was a whole other dude waiting to fuck her. Looking over, Loki’s cock was still standing tall, the tip burning red. 

He stood up and made his way to the bed, “On your hands and knees.”

His command made butterflies form in her stomach. (Y/n) turned over and got on her hands and knees. Loki entered her without warning, making her scream out in surprise. His hand came to her head, pushing her into the mattress. His pace picked up as he slammed into her.

“Jesus-fucking-god!”

Loki laughed through his heavy breathing, literally fucking her into the mattress.

“Let’s get something in that mouth, yes? Barnes-”

Bucky’s eyes moved from watching where Loki was connecting with (Y/n) to her mouth. “Sure-yeah, fuck yes.”

Bucky was thankful for his super soldier qualities because he was already up for round two. He got on the bed, dick facing (Y/n)’s mouth. She got back on her hands and kissed his tip before he pushed in. Bucky let (Y/n) control the pace although most times she was pushed on his dick by Loki’s hard thrusts. (Y/n) lost track of time as she getting literally fucking railed. Loki’s thrusts began to speed up and sweat was dripping down his godly body. 

(Y/n) felt the coil in her stomach tighten again, warmth spreading through out her, she was close, moaning around Bucky’s length. He pulled out of her mouth and began to jerk off, enjoying the show Loki and her were putting on. 

(Y/n) screamed as she reached her climax for the second time that night, eyes rolling to the back of her head, but Loki didn’t slow. He continued until one finally thrust, he pulled out and spilled onto her back, throwing his head back.

The noises (Y/n) was making made Bucky cum into his own hand before collapsing on the bed. 

(Y/n) dropped onto the bed, legs shaking. “Jesus- fuck.”

Bucky put a hand to her cheek, “you okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

She shook her head, “No, just-fuck- I’m gonna be so fucking sore.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #Sebastian Stan #loki #loki x reader #loki smut #tom hiddleston

[illegiblewords]

ILLEGIBLE’S TOTALLY SUBJECTIVE FAVORITE EORZEA COLLECTION DESIGNS: MELEE DPS

NOTE: This was originally going to be a collection where everything was in one post, but it legitimately got so big that the post couldn’t save. And doing by halvesies broke all the links. So instead, I’m going to try and separate it into smaller chunks and see if that works.

I’ve mentioned in the past, the main thing that made me start playing FFXIV properly was seeing people’s character designs. I’m still blown away by the creativity and range of approaches people bring to this game, so I’ve decided to be an absolute madwoman and break my favorites into subcategories to share with anyone curious.

And to be clear. I’m not going to do something so broad as “oh top ten in-general :3″ because that would be sensible. No, I’m going to do it for all the current combat jobs. And all the current races. And different genders within the races and combat jobs as things stand. And I’m going to make a face-focus subcategory. And there are gonna be LOTS. Because I seriously cannot understate how inspired I’ve been by this community, and after however many years I just feel the need to vomit some incredible visuals I’ve encountered at you guys lol.

ANOTHER NOTE: In an abundance of caution, I want to stress this list isn’t a value judgment on anyone but a fragment of things that blew me personally away. Looking at the DRK sections it will be immediately clear that I Illegible really like that edgy dark knight aesthetic lmao, but there are plenty of non-edgy dark knights that I also love to bits. Other people might not like edgy dark knights. Due to a combination of size and search constraints plus trying to keep gear somewhat varied, these glamours are just what wound up on this particular list of mine. I could make another list one day. Other people can make lists too that are totally different.

Without further ado, let us begin.

DRAGOON

FEMALE

- Leviathan’s Envoy by Ihon Nuzhysa

- Durium by Mihna Nhokiri

- Crimson Dragoon by Kotone Khatayin

- Heavenly Knight by Ciel Leblanc

- Gold Dragon Knight by Makenshi Dragonsbane

- Athena - The Goddess of War by Lohia Aihol

- Ryubi Warrior by Korkana Ryubi

- Native Warg by Schan Starfall

- Stranger from Across the Ruby Sea by Vederah Kilmister

- Onion Knight by Tess Tickle

MALE

- A Slumbering God’s Herald by Lud Wachtel

- The Elder Primals - Neath Dark Waters by Cassius Toledo

- The Occupied Drow City of Skalla by Leon Aquitaine

- Dravanian Viking by Sarafina Vadre

- The Wolf by J'roric Citlalloh

- Tribal Hrothgar Dragoon by Noxelus Virmire

- whitewind by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Edensguard by Kyo Ise

- Dragonblood Knight by Sylvaire Catrevaut

- Mercenary in Mixed Metals by Filibert Lilibert

SAMURAI

FEMALE

- Of Crimson Plumage by Cyrene Devana

- Crimson Wanderer by Sierra Delacroix

- Warmonger by Ethelin Aldren

- Yoroi of the Black Dragon by Mog Champ

- Cute war criminal by Nunui Nui

- Sirens Beckon by Adeline Grace

- Black Tide by Ihon Nuzhysa

- Kotetsu by Leisha Aysheen

- Neo - Universe’s Echo (SAM) by Goelia Sarantia

- Samurai Vagabond by Tranquil Rain

MALE

- The Dragon of Doma by Ky Tanimura

- Shadow of the Shifting Sands by Dai Tachibana

- Homura by Remearus Maes

- Monster Slayer by Kaien Shimazu

- Good Hunting by Remearus Maes

- Jury by Remearus Maes

- Ronin of the Steppe by Remearus Maes

- Dominicus Secutor by Remearus Maes

- Warg Samu by Fena Mizu

- White Dragon by The Solideizer

NINJA

FEMALE

- Midori no Ninja by Dezel Windriders

- Phtonos by R'yo Aderyd

- Neo - Flower Bowknot by Goelia Sarantia

- Church Assassin by Ien Torr

- Little Bat by Messenger Pigeon

- Birdkeep by Nya Nya

- Astrological Sign - Taurus by Leisha Aysheen

- The Nothing by Vederah Kilmister

- The Trickster by Little Toussaint

- Bloodborne-inspired Rogue by Valentyne Louvier

MALE

- Armored Ninja by Ludger Magniar

- Desert Scar by Magnus Wolfwood

- Righteous Assassin by Lys Aludra

- Classic Shinobi Traditional Ninja Garb by Mog Champ

- White Dragon by King Resh

- Deadly Emissary by Lys Aludra

- night’s blessed by Chiceneaux Selechant

- Umbral Blade by Arik Nergui

- Ascianssin by Dragoon Scythe

- Wolf of Twelveswood by Punch Mage

MONK

FEMALE

- Night Walker by Madoras Yorigami

- Elegant Scavenger by Mia Fletcher

- Wild Rose by  Ihon Nuzhysa

- YAOI HANDS FROM HELL by Cool Mom

- Astrological Sign - Cancer by Leisha Aysheen

- Neo - Fist of Suzaku by Goelia Sarantia

- Sting Like A Bee by Arsibra Therion

- Orochi no Kaze by Liesel Mahora

- Heavensent by Ren Sakurai

- The Burn’s Wraith by Arsibra Therion

MALE

- Fists of the Sun by Alois Lefleur

- Inner Beast by T'yan Ardeo

- Vathliege Samurai by Austen Bloodspatter

- Ala Mhigan Monk by D'jango Dojango

- Bozjan Brawler by Sahl Suh

- Liberator by Thriced Talon

- Flightless Hawk by  Remearus Maes

- Firebrand by Lys Aludra

- Debugging in Process by Uskhal Dalamiq

- Falling Eagle by Feather Relanah

#final fantasy xiv #eorzea collection #final fantasy 14 #gpose #ffxiv #ff14 #melee dps #ffxiv melee dps #DRG #NIN #MNK #dragoon #samurai #monk #ninja

[the-13th-rose]

Whumptober 2021 Day 1 - Alt. Prompt 2 - Threats

Universe: Kiss from a Rose (original with crossover elements. No existing characters are featured in this entry, only one is briefly mentioned so I’m not going to tag him)

Characters: Rose (OC), Mirror! Rose (OC)

Content warnings: Hanging (depicted for one paragraph, not described in gruesome detail) Unreality (Nothing implying the reader’s reality is fake, but the protagonist is experiencing a dream world)

All of my writing is intended for a teen audience or older, unless otherwise stated! My writing often contains violence, strong language, and/or horror, so please use your head and don’t read my work if you think you might be triggered by it.

Summary: While exploring the nightmare realm she’s been banished to, Rose encounters a mirrored version of herself, who’s got some very different values from her own.

Word count: 1,240

...It’s dark down here. I wasn’t expecting the nightmare realm to be all sparkles and rainbows, but that doesn’t mean I was prepared for the eerieness. The fact that I haven’t run into anything that wants to hurt me yet is honestly making the feeling worse. It’s just...empty. Where is everyone?

There’s a mirror to my left. The lighting overhead is dim, but I can see my own reflection in the mirror. God, I hate this. I don’t know why, but mirrors in dark places freak me out. I try to ignore my reflection and keep walking, trying to find the exit from this room.

There’s no door on the other side! Great, the last thing I wanted in a room already as creepy as this was a dead end! Already, I’m imagining hundreds of ghouls and dangers that could possibly be standing behind me, just waiting for me to turn around.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. This is my dream. Everything here is a figment of my imagination. My imagination can’t hurt me. That’s why Beast had to send me here, instead of just lashing out at me for trying to leave. I open my eyes, clench my fists, and turn around.

There’s nothing there. I let out a sigh of relief, and resolve to go back the way I’d come, and take another path. As I’m walking back to the entrance to the room, though, something happens that sends a chill down my spine.

A voice eerily like my own giggles. “Going so soon?”

I shudder involuntarily. I feel like screaming, but I think I’m just too spooked to actually let out any noise.

“Hey, turn around, silly.” the voice calls. “I need to show you something.”

Fully dreading what I’m about to see, I slowly turn around to face the mirror. Obviously it’s my reflection talking, because why not? This is the nightmare realm.

My reflection looks a little...different. Or maybe it did when I first walked into the room? I didn’t really look at it for that long. Everything looks about right, aside from the glass in one of the lenses of her glasses. It’s cracked. 

“Welcome to the nightmare,” she sneers. “What do you think?”

...Okay, this actually isn’t as scary as I’d thought. I don’t think I’m capable of looking intimidating, ever. And is cliche creepypasta dialogue the best my imagination can come up with? ...Definitely not, right?

“...I think it’s pretty bare,” I reply, trying to be bold in the face of this BS. “You could have at least put up some Halloween decorations or something. At least try.”

The reflection giggles. “But you’d like that. What kind of a nightmare would that be?”

“...Good point.” I reply. “So my greatest fear is boring interior design?

“That’s just to make sure you get lost,” the reflection corrects me. “Your greatest fears are here, though. Only, you talk to me like you think I’m the one in charge of this place. I’m not. But I could be.”

“Right, right, Beast is the one who threw me in here. I don’t understand how this is happening. I mean, how does he think throwing me in here is going to make me want to stay forever? He’s smarter than that...and he’s a figment of my imagination anyway! He shouldn’t be able to do anything to me unless I want him to!” But something the reflection said makes me pause. “...Wait, what do you mean by ‘I could be’?”

The reflection giggles. Is that all she can do? “Whoever said the people in your dream world are just figments of your imagination? Did someone tell you that?”

“Well...no, but I just figured.”

The reflection cackles. At least it’s different from giggling. “This isn’t your imagination, honey. Everyone here is a part of you.” She gets very close to the glass. I’m starting to wonder if she’s really a reflection, or if I’m looking through a window. “That’s why Beast was able to banish you here. He’s a part of you, and so am I.”

“...What part of me?”

“The part that doesn’t want to leave this world. Ever.” She smiles very wide. It reminds me of that stupid photoshopped picture of Jeff the Killer. I fucking hate that picture. Part of me wants to smash the glass, but the part of me that worries it’s a window and not a mirror holds me back. “As for me...I’m the part that doesn’t want to take shit from anybody.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember school? Back when everybody just treated you like garbage? I remember. I never forgot. And I can show you things you’ve always wanted to see.”

“...I’ve tried to put that behind me.” I reply. “I can’t change what happened, and playing what they said over and over again in my head just drags me down.”

The reflection tsk-tsks at me. “How boring. You’re such a pushover.” She puts her hands on the glass. “You always wanted to see them suffer for it. Don’t lie to yourself.”

“...Maybe once, but not anymore. Those jerks aren’t worth jail time. Me standing tall and continuing to live is the best revenge I can think of.”

She slams her hands against the glass. “You’re going to look at what I’ve got for you, and you’re going to like it,” she hisses. She motions behind her, and a row of lights turn on in the room beyond the mirror. 

I know it’s fake, but...shit. Behind the reflection is a gallows with hanging bodies. They’re each slowly swaying from side to side. I can’t see who’s who, their faces have been covered up with burlap sacks. Maybe that’s for the best. The sacks each have something written on them. “Slutshamer”, “Trickster”, “Traitor”, “Catapult”, “Suicide-Baiter”...etcetera, etcetera. From what I can guess, they’re nicknames based on what each of them did to me. “...What the fuck?” Was all I could manage to say.

“Isn’t it great?” The reflection is bright and cheery. “This is what they deserve. Doesn’t justice just make you feel good?”

“...No.” I stamp my foot. “No! I don’t want to see this!”

“Oh, good point. I bet you wanted to see it happen in real time!” Behind her, another bag-headed body appears. Only, this one is definitely alive. They’re emitting muffled screams and trying to squirm away. God, I don’t want to see this! The reflection turns to the body and takes a knife from her pocket, then turns to look directly at me. She’s smiling that stupid creepypasta smile again. “Don’t turn away now. You’ll make their death in vain.”

I shake my head as she approaches the body. My hands rise to cover my face, and I scream at the reflection as I run back up the stairs. I slam the door behind me and look around for something to barricade it with. I grab a chair aimlessly sitting in an otherwise empty room, and shove it under the doorknob. I take a few steps back into the hallway, and only now do I realize I’m crying. “Stupid...fucking...creepypasta bitch…” I sob, sliding down against the wall until I’m sitting on the floor.

“BEAST!” I cry out into the empty hallway. It echoes a bit. “If you don’t let me out of here, I’ll never forgive you!” There’s no reply. The tears come back, and I put my head down under my crossed arms.

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[bonjour-rainycity]

Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 5

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/630063393754284032/odins-ward-chapter-4

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 2240

Warnings: None

Y/n: 18 // Loki: 20 // Thor: 24

Y/n’s POV

Jovial music fills the air, encouraging the plethora of people in attendance to dance. Since I came of age weeks ago, I am eligible to join in the festivities. Today is Thor’s birthday, and Asgard has spared no expense. Food and drink line every available surface, people don lavish dress, and the hall boasts various shades of red and gold. The King and Queen sit at the high table, eyes sparkling in humor.

Thor’s booming voice cuts through the music, and all sound ceases immediately. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for joining me here tonight.” He stumbles a bit, clearly under the influence of alcohol. “I—I….” He purses his lips, trying to gather what he wishes to say. His friends begin to chuckle, but everyone else knows better than to laugh at the Crown Prince. “I am so happy that this party is happening.” He licks his lips and leans on the nearest person for support. “I love you all, and I know you all love me.” A cheer goes up at that, and I can’t help but join in. Thor is behaving utterly ridiculously, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself. “Thank you for being here, and enjoy the festivities. Music!” At his command, the music begins once again, filled with a vigor it didn’t quite have before.

“Lady Y/n! What a delight it is to finally have your luminous presence at one of Asgard’s little gatherings.” Fandral saunters up to me with a sultry smile. “Might I be so bold as to beg a dance?” He offers me his hand.

“A dance is fine,” I respond. “But I will not be joining you in your bed this evening.”

His eyebrows shoot up and he freezes. Then, he bursts into laughter. “How charmingly direct. I shall endeavor to change your mind.” He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.

“And I shall endeavor to watch you fail.” I keep a smile on my face so he knows I’m still his friend, then take his arm and allow him to escort me to the center of the floor.

Asgardian dances are more complicated than the ones I saw on Alfheim when I was younger, but I have had nearly a year of practice during my lessons with Queen Frigga and her ladies. Fandral keeps me occupied for the next two dances, twirling me around and stepping on my toes due to his level of intoxication. Still, I laugh along with him, enthused to finally be allowed to attend the festivities.

When the second dance is done, Fandral bows to me and I curtsy in response.

“Lady Y/n, thank you for your company. Perhaps I shall encounter you later this evening?” He waggles his eyebrows in time with his words.

A laugh barks past my lips. “You wish!”

He chortles good-naturedly and takes his leave, already looking for the next person upon whom to bestow his ‘charms’. A man with light blonde hair shyly asks me to dance, and I accept. He’s nice enough, but too quiet to hold my attention.

Three dances in a row is a little tiring, so I curtsy to the man and excuse myself, going off in search of a drink. I find one of the many stations to the side of the room and pour myself a glass of water. Before I can take a sip, a series of hard claps on my back causes me to tumble forward, effectively spilling water all over the table.

“Hey!” I whip around to yell at whatever idiot caused the incident.

I’m met with the chest of a grinning Prince Thor. “Lady Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it. Are you having a good time?”

Knowing now that he didn’t mean to cause me to spill my drink and that he’s just too strong—and drunk—for his own good, I let it go. “I am! Happy birthday, Your Highness.”

A radiant smile lights his face. “Why thank you! Allow me to fix you a drink.”

I’ve never had alcohol before, but now is as good a time as any to try some, so I nod eagerly. Thor grabs a cup about the size of my face and fills it with a mixture of sharp-smelling liquids.

“My creation is complete!” Cheers erupt from the ten or so people around us, and I can’t help but laugh at Thor’s exuberance. “Drink up, Lady Y/n.”

Shrugging, I bring the goblet to my lips and confidently take a gulp.

The sting has me doubles over and coughing before I can even properly swallow. Thor laughs heartily and takes the goblet, patting me on the back until I can stand up straight.

“A valiant effort, Lady Y/n,” he decrees, and the people respond with enthusiastic claps.

A smooth voice comes from behind my left shoulder. “Brother. Do you think it wise to begin Lady Y/n’s evening with one of your more…powerful concoctions?”

“Ah, Loki!” Thor claps him on the back and even Loki sags a bit under the weight. “My well-meaning brother. It would be so sad to let this drink go to waste. Besides, Lady Y/n handled it well, didn’t you, Lady Y/n?”

“Oh, yeah,” I respond with manufactured enthusiasm, my eyes still watering from the sheer force of the drink.

Loki sees through my facade and eyes me warily. “Very well. I shall not let it go to waste.” He deftly plucks the goblet from Thor’s hand, presents it to him with an exaggerated bow, stands up straight, and downs the entire cup without taking a breath. The group surrounding us reacts wildly: jumping up and down, cheering, tripping over each other. Loki maintains his composure and proudly presents the empty cup. He doesn’t so much as grimace. I stare at him in disbelief, and he offers me a smug grin. “All in due time, Lady Y/n, shall you be as strong as I. Now, brother,” Loki turns to Thor, “I wish you the happiest of birthdays. Would you now permit me to steal Lady Y/n from your presence?”

Thor guffaws and begins making himself a drink, nodding absently.

Loki offers me his arm and we walk in tandem to the opposite edge of the room. I frown, realizing something. “I never did get my water.”

With a flourish of his hand, Loki conjures a goblet from thin air and hands it to me.

I drink gratefully. “Thank you. I must say, your ability to down that entire drink was impressive! I could have done it myself with a bit more practice.”

The gleam in his eyes tells me he very much doubts that, but retains enough politeness to refrain from saying so. “I’m sure.”

I take a sip of my drink and lean casually against the stone pillar behind me. “Too bad you didn’t actually drink Thor’s concoction.”

Loki blinks. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

I give him a long look from over the side of my shoulder. “So you’re saying it’s not stored away in whichever secret dimension you favor?”

His lips twitch as he fights a smile. “My dear friend, it is rude to question a prince of Asgard.”

“Is that a threat?”

He’s fully grinning now. “Perhaps.”

“Mm,” I respond, not taking my eyes from his. “I will keep that in mind in the future. Perhaps until then, however, you could humor me with the truth, just this once.”

What follows is quite a lengthy staring competition. Feeling my eyes begin to burn, I make a face that causes him to break with a laugh.

“Alright,” he concedes. “You have me.” With a sigh and a playful roll of his eyes, he procures the drink he pretended to consume earlier.

“Ha! I knew it!” I point a finger at him, solidifying my victory. “You liar.”

He grins. “Trickster god, you mean to say.” He takes my outstretched hand in his. “Since you have found me out, I do believe I must occupy the rest of your evening. I’m afraid I cannot allow you to be left alone to spread word of my deceit.”

“No.” I try to bite back my smile and fail. “I’m sure you can’t.”

“Then may I have this dance?”

I shrug, pretending not to care. “Only because you’re the Prince of Asgard and you’re so important.”

With a roll of his eyes and a noise of playful exasperation, he leads me to the center of the room. The music starts and he draws me only as close as propriety allows. We sway and spin in time with the music. He’s far too graceful for my liking, so I try to trip him about halfway through.

“Why you—” He cuts off with a laugh as I spin away. He chases after me, but each time I deftly avoid his grip. We weave in and out of the other dancers. Some laugh, some grimace, but no one interferes with our game.

With a quick glance back, I see Loki just behind me. Intending to speed up to evade capture, I instead crash into an innocent bystander.

“Oh wow, I am so sorry, I—Loki!”

He laughs with abandon, throwing his head back and circling his arms around my upper body. “Silly girl, thinking you can escape me.” Still laughing, he pulls me once again to the side of the room.

“How-how did you do that?!” My voice is made higher with surprise.

He leans in conspiratorially. “I have learned to create doubles using my magic. There’s still a lot to perfect, but I feel as if I could one day be quite skilled.”

“Yes,” I laugh along. “And then you can continue to catch unsuspecting women who are just trying to enjoy a simple dance.” I do my best to put on an innocent air but can’t quite manage it.

“Mm, that will surely be the case.” He rolls his eyes yet again. I’m certain it is one of his most practiced skills. I tell him so.

“Well,” he responds with a fake huff, “I wouldn’t have to get so much practice if I didn’t have such an exasperating woman in my life.”

I shrug. “Not my fault it worked out like this. You should have better social skills, maybe then you could score better friends.”

He chuckles wryly. “Perhaps. In the meantime, however, I will just have to learn to cope.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Poor you.”

We stand in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the scenes around us. Out of nowhere, Loki grabs my waist and turns me so that I can see the far right side of the hall. “Y/n, look!” His voice is equivalent to that of a child discovering a wonderful gift has been left for him.

I immediately see why.

Thor, who is quite drunk at this point, is making a fool of himself trying to catch a woman’s attention.

“It seems as though my brother is trying to convince that poor maiden to accompany him to his bed.” It doesn’t escape my notice that Loki’s hands have not left my hips. I swallow and do not mention it.

I don’t intend to be so quiet when I speak, but I can’t force any more volume behind it for fear that my voice will begin to shake. “She won’t refuse him. Most women here tonight are trying to earn his affections. Haven’t you noticed? They’re doing the same to you.”

He scoffs. “No, they’re not.”

“Yes,” I counter, a little too forcefully. I demure. “It would be quite advantageous to gain the attention of one of the princes.”

Loki grins. “How jealous they must be of you.”

“What can I say?” I put on a haughty air, feeling much more comfortable in the realm of humor than intensity. “I’m just that important.”

We chuckle at our shared joke and return our attention to the spectacle.

Thor has now succeeded in getting the woman to take his arm. Two seconds later, however, he trips over his own two feet and takes quite a stumble. Loki laughs so hard he has to lean against the pillar for support. This causes him to take his hands from my hips, and I suddenly feel cold.

The unnamed woman kindly helps Thor from the ground and tries to tug him out of the ballroom. A light that I am quite familiar with enters Loki’s eyes.

“Loki, no—” before I can stop him, Loki conjures up an extra pillar in front of Thor’s face, causing him to smack straight into it and go crashing to the ground. Loki practically explodes in laughter. Thor begins to suspect something is amiss and whips his head wildly around the room in search of his scheming brother.

“Ope!” Loki quickly grabs me and sprints to the dance floor, burying us in the array of couples. Nearly breathless with laughter, we take turns twirling around so we can see Thor’s progress with the woman. Tired of all the antics, she leaves Thor standing by himself with a frustrated look on his face.

“You are bad,” I scold, turning back to my favorite prince. I’m sputtering too hard to put any real reproach behind my voice.

Loki just winks and twirls me once more.

A/n Let me know what you thought and if you would like to be added to the tag list :)

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[painted-crow]

I haven't been on tumblr in a hot century so it feels a little weird to be writing a submission to you... but I just bingeread most of this blog and your way of explaining the shc system is so gloriously comprehensible that I really want to pour my brain out at your feet and have you explain the bits to me.

I hope life is treating you well and thank you for the awesome blog you run. The way you describe things and the way you help people sort themselves is clear and clever and so very kind of you to do, and that's what I appreciates about you. :)

(This was a chunk of a submission from someone who ended up sending in a second version that I answered in depth, but the fan mail portion from this first version was so sweet that it seems mean to just delete it. So here it is, as a #cutie post. 😊)

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[alirhi]

14~!

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 14/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable. WARNINGS: not much. Not even much swearing, which is just weird for me lol Notes: jeez, where's this inspiration been the last few weeks?

The first thing Loki did was rip the muzzle off his lover's face and toss it aside. He set it aflame with a flick of his wrist for good measure, and almost smiled when he heard Thor curse and race to stomp it out. Almost. Bucky was still unconscious; until he could see those beautiful blue eyes, he wasn't sure he'd ever smile again.

"Wow."

He rolled his eyes, not bothering to so much as glance in his brother's direction as he lightly stroked Bucky's face over and over again. "What?"

"I've no interest in men at all," Thor mumbled, sounding stunned, "but even I would start a war for that face!"

That actually did get the faintest of smiles from the Trickster as he shook his head and began tugging on his beloved's clothing. "His face is the least beautiful thing about this man."

"I don't need to see it!"

Loki paused, closing his eyes and sucking in a deep breath to collect himself so he wouldn't slap the stupid right out of the idiot blond lightning bug beside him. "You're misunderstanding the situation. As usual. He's been in these nasty things for over sixty years. He'll be ill. And besides..." He ran a hand over the harness he'd just unbuckled, shaking with rage and hatred. "They're a symbol of his captivity; the theft of his freedom and his mind. He will not wake still wearing these if I can help it."

"Why not just make them disappear?"

He stilled and hung his head, mildly ashamed that he hadn't thought of that. "Well." Another flick of his wrist, and Bucky was naked as the day he was born on the table. "Twice in one day you prove yourself useful, brother. Is it my birthday?"

"Quit being snarky and cover him up, already!"

"Feeling inferior?"

"In this chill? Hardly."

Involuntarily, Loki glanced down and then quickly away, face heating up just a little. He'd forgotten that his relative immunity to cold was rather a rarity. "I had hoped to clean him a bit, but..." He glanced around, and then conjured warm, comfortable clothes onto Bucky's – finally stirring! - body. "Perhaps later."

"Nghh... Wha... Who... Loki?"

Grinning like mad when those big, pretty eyes he loved so much locked on him, Loki helped him sit up and then threw his arms around Bucky, hugging him tight. "Yes, love! I'm so sorry it took me so long, but I'm here. You're safe, just as I'd promised."

"'Safe' is a bit of a stretch," Thor grumbled. "We're surrounded by corpses – and frozen non-corpses? - in the middle of the tundra and forces from at least three worlds are hunting you."

"Heimdall told you about Thanos, then."

He sighed. "Loki, why do you think that I'm here? Certainly not for a mad endeavor to rescue your pet human – no offense, man."

"Offense," Bucky snapped. "Someone care to tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Later," Loki promised, brushing that absurd, but oddly pretty, mop of hair back. "We need to get you out of here, and then... Then I have so much to tell you."

To Thor, he snapped, "Personally, I don't care of Thanos wipes the whole bloody cosmos out, as long as I can keep James safe. If you want my help standing against him, you're going to shut your ever-running bloody mouth for once and help me. Understand?"

The idiot only laughed. "What do you need?"

"Who is this?"

With an indulgent smile at his poor, confused love, Loki ignored his brother completely for the moment and told Bucky gently, "No one you need concern yourself with. Can you walk?"

"I can't even stand," Bucky admitted, shaking his head. "They usually carry me over to..."

"Hush. You never need to worry about that thing again." He glanced at Thor, and then at the carnage around them. "Be a dear and set this place on fire, would you?"

With a horrified glance at the remaining occupied cryo chambers, Thor protested, "But what about the survivors?"

"If there are any, it's an oversight. One that will be remedied by a nice, toasty bonfire." Loki shook his head, already scooping Bucky into his arms. "I swore I'd burn HYDRA to the ground, Thor. I don't make idle threats."

"You can't let them live, anyway," Bucky said quietly, nodding to the other frozen subjects. "They're psychotic; HYDRA couldn't control them as much as me, and they were cold-blooded killers before the serum."

As Loki gave him his best 'well?!' stare, Thor shrugged and began twirling his hammer. "If they're evil, they die. Works for me. You might want to get out first, though."

"Right." With that, he and his lover were gone, back out into the biting cold that Loki hardly noticed, but Bucky cringed and curled into him like a child.

"Seriously, who the hell is that guy?"

A deafening blast of lightning struck the building, making them both flinch. "Do you remember..." He stopped, thinking back on their last two encounters, and amended, "He's my adoptive brother, Thor."

"The big, dumb puppy?"

He beamed, kissing Bucky's scruffy cheek. "You do remember!"

Laughing, the other man nodded. "Bits and pieces. It's coming back a little easier now, probably thanks to you not strapping me into an electric chair to scramble my brain even more."

"Don't you worry, darling," Loki assured him as the showoff landed beside them. "They will most certainly pay for that."

"Haven't they already?"

He glanced at Thor and shook his head, though it was Bucky who softly answered, "There are more."

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[wiisagi-maiingan]

Hiya! I just saw your post about microaggressions in media, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to explain a little bit more about how Dragon Age negatively represented indigenous peoples; personally, I saw how the parallel was drawn, but I'd like to understand the difference between metaphor/symbolism and negative derivement. If you don't wanna, that's ok! Thank you for your time : )

Sorry if you wanted this to be replied to privately. I’ve gotten a few other questions about it so I just decided to do a masterpost.

I do feel obligated to mention that I have a Dragon Age tag and that I’ve gone into detail about the issues with the games here and here.

Now, with that being said. . . I’m going to put this under a cut because this is an important topic to me and I’ve never gone into as much detail as I should have. I’ll also give a basic but long rundown for people who haven’t played Dragon Age and aren’t aware of the context. I’ll try to make it obvious where that part ends for people who just want to skip right past it.

Disclaimer that I never really played Origins so this will only focus on DA 2 and Inquisition.

This is gonna be really fucking long and I apologize for that.

For anyone who isn’t familiar with the Dragon Age franchise, here’s some basic information relevant to this topic. There are four fantasy “races” in the game; the humans, the elves, the dwarves, and the qunari. For the purposes of this conversation, we will not go into the dwarves and the qunari. 

Humans are the dominant race in the game, with control over every government in the continent that the franchise focuses on, Thedas. They follow a religion called Andrastianism, which is centered around the Maker (a vague and featureless single god who is almost always referred to as male) and Andraste, the Maker’s mortal wife and prophet who was executed and burned at the stake. In other words, it’s Fantasy Christianity™. The religion is separated into two branches, with one being led by men and only being common in one country in Thedas and the other being led by women and being common in the rest of Thedas. Just like Christianity, it is very heavily focused on converting people. As far as I’m aware, it is the state religion of every country featured in the franchise. For the purposes of this conversation, I will be referring to this religion as the Chantry, the in-game equivalent of the Church being used for Christianity.

Elves, on the other hand, are exactly what they sound like. They’re elves, but not traditional Tolkien elves. They have the same lifespan as humans and don’t seem to be particularly special. The important thing to note is that they are very much an oppressed group and most racism you encounter in the franchise is aimed at the. They were the original peoples of many parts of Thedas, indigenous to several parts of the continent before they were violently massacred in wars and outright genocide, all in the name of Andraste. Here’s some information about the main attacks on the elves, in the form of the second Exalted March, a form of religious crusade. Cultural sites, including burial grounds and religious temples, were pillaged and destroyed. Historical records were confiscated and edited, language and culture records purposely destroyed, and countless artifacts were stolen and sold to wealthy humans. This happened long before the events of the games, but are ongoing issues, which I’ll get into later.

Modern elves in the game are separated into two main groups: city elves and the Dalish. 

City elves are elves who are disconnected from their cultures and live in human settlements, where they’re often forced to live in slums (called alienages), pushed into dangerous and poorly paid work, and face violent abuse and mistreatment from humans in the cities. City elves are usually Andrastian, just like disconnected Natives are often Christian, though they cannot hold positions in the Chantry.

The Dalish, on the other hand, are elves immersed in their cultures, living in nomadic clans led by their Keepers. The majority of Dalish elves follow the Evanuris, the Elven pantheon which is made up of nine deities that each represent different aspects of Elven life. According to Dalish lore, these deities are not active in the world anymore because they were tricked by the ninth deity, Fen’Harel, a trickster god who sealed away the rest of the gods from the world. When Dalish elves reach maturity, they undergo a ritual that involves receiving their vallaslin (blood writing), which are intricate facial tattoos that represent different deities in the pantheon and, supposedly, reflect that person’s role in their community. I suppose the Native equivalent is finding out what clan you’re in. Dalish communities are centered are around halla, a type of deer that the Dalish see as sacred and use as a form of travel (they pull aravels, a kind of wagon), food (milk and meat), clothing, companionship, and guidance. The parallels to bison should not be lost.

Elves are also frequently enslaved, particularly in Tevinter where slavery is still completely legal.

Now. Humans, elves, and qunari all have a connection to the Fade, the origin of all magic, spirits, and demons. That means that they all have the potential to have mages, people born with magic and a deeper connection to the Fade; they’re the DA equivalent of sorcerers in D&D for all you nerds out there. Across the board, mages are heavily oppressed (with the exception of mages in Tevinter). 

Because they can be possessed by demons and potentially use blood magic, they’re seen as inherently dangerous and forced into Circles, isolated areas where they’re under constant surveillance as they learn to control their magic, and that surveillance is done by Templars, an order of warriors trained to be able to repress a person’s magic. Any mage that doesn’t have absolute control over their magic is made Tranquil, which cuts off their connection to the Fade and, along with removing their ability to use magic, also removes their ability to feel emotions, have desires, and experience dreams. It’s essentially a fantasy lobotomy. In some Circles, this is done on the whims of Templars to any mage that causes the slightest issue for them. Other forms of abuse are also incredibly common in Circles.

So! That’s the end of the context explanations! Let’s move onto the indigenous-coding in the game!

The coded group in question are the elves, particularly the Dalish. They’re also coded as Jewish and Romani, which makes the information that’s going to follow even worse. Despite popular belief, this coding is not actually up for debate and has been directly confirmed by David Gaider (scroll a bit, and be warned that he uses the g-slur). Since I’ve already explained what Dalish elves and city elves are, I doubt I have to get into how exactly they’re Native-coded and I don’t really feel like doing that anyway. So let’s just get right into the issues with this coding.

The first issue is the elves themselves. Elves are cool, I love elves. But it’s really fucking shitty to make the Christian-coded group human while the group coded as indigenous, Jewish, and Romani is inhuman. It’s a really common trope in fantasy and sci-fi and directly contributes to the dehumanization of our communities. It also gives fans the ability to brush off criticisms of their depictions because they’re “just elves”, something I see in the fandom a lot.

We also have to think of how elves in media are depicted in general. They’re usually magical beings with unnaturally close ties to nature, and as a Native person who has been asked if I can speak to eagles and if I live in a tipi in the woods, that is not a stereotype that needs to be further associated with indigenous groups.

Elves are degraded constantly by every character in the series, and the narrative depicts Dalish elves especially in a terrible light. There is only one companion in the entire series who actually genuinely cares about the Dalish, and that because Merrill is Dalish herself, having left her clan to live in the city; she’s also frequently mocked and depicted as naive and ignorant despite being a grown-ass woman and her rivalmance is dangerously unhealthy and toxic. In Dragon Age: Inquisition, you can have two elf companions, both of who explicitly hate the Dalish and disapprove of any pro-Dalish stances. One of those companions, Sera, also hates elves in general and frequently distances herself from them. Solas is a whole other can of worms.

If you play as a Dalish Inquisitor in DA:I, you are faced with constant mockery and scorn at every angle. Dorian, a Tevinter mage, explicitly tells you that slavery is better than being poor and that his family treats their slaves “very kindly”. You cannot call him out on this; he says his piece and then the conversation ends and can literally never be mentioned again, even if you romance him. Cassandra, who is very pro-Chantry, asks you why you can’t just “make room” for worshipping the Maker alongside the Elven deities. Any support of the Dalish earns you immediate disapproval from all of your companions. You cannot be openly Dalish without being directly punished by the game.

I mentioned earlier that Dalish elves and city elves both live in tightly-knit and isolated communities, Dalish elves in the form of nomadic clans and city elves in the form of alienages. There’s safety in numbers, but when you’re surrounded by enemies, that can also be incredibly dangerous. At multiple points in the series, entire alienages and clans are massacred. More often than not, this is completely unavoidable, and when it can be avoided, it’s extremely difficult to do so. 

In Inquisition, if you play as a Dalish Inquisitor, you will start to receive war table quests regarding your clan. If you make even one wrong choice (and there are several choices you have to make, most of which are misleading), then your entire clan is massacred along with the elves in the city they’re settled by. The incident leading to their possible deaths is actually caused by a human noble poisoning other humans in the city and blaming the elves, since the alienage had a different water source and there was a clan settled near the city.

In Dragon Age 2, you can directly massacre Merrill’s entire clan. Even if you choose not to do so, the clan suffers heavily, losing their First (the future Keeper) to the city and then losing their Keeper to demons. They end up stranded in that area due to their halla dying, which means that their aravel couldn’t be pulled.

At another point in Inquisition, you encounter a clan that suffers heavily as well when a huge swath of them are massacred by Red Templars. You can do absolutely nothing to prevent this.

In the same area that the last clan I mentioned is found in, there are several quests regarding it, several of which stick out to me. 

One requires you to literally desecrate a Dalish burial site to finish the quest (The Spoils of Desecration, it’s literally in the name).

 Another quest gives you the task of finding a sacred golden halla, a legendary spiritual and religious figure to the Dalish, and guiding it to the unnamed Dalish clan. In this quest, you can also choose to just straight up kill it (The Golden Halla).

There’s a main storyline quest that involves going through a historical site to discover the truth about a massacre that had always been blamed solely on elves. At the end of the quest, you can choose to give these new records to either the clan I talked about or to the Chantry, who, if I remember correctly, modify the records to be about the Dalish becoming violent after one of their clan members converted to Andrastianism (The Knights’ Tomb). If you choose to give the records to the Dalish, a follow-up quest involves the clan asking for your help gifting a halla to the human village that was part of the incident, which you need to either trick or force the village into accepting (Bestow Mourning Halla).

Moving on. . .

In the quest Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, you meet the human empress of Orlais, Celene, who you have to protect from assassins. You also meet her handmaid, spymaster, and former lover, an elf woman named Briala. And of course, Celene’s terrible cousin Gaspard, who is not really relevant for this discussion. Just know that he’s awful.

In this quest, you have to uncover information about these three people and use that information to manipulate the situation and get your desired ending. There are several possible endings you can choose, but we’re going to focus on one specific one for right now, namely the one where you can choose to help Celene and Briala reconcile and become lovers again, with Celene ruling Orlais and Briala being her partner and advisor. Sounds great, right? The lovely women get their happily ever after and everyone is happy.

Except that the game doesn’t give you the full story. Not in the slightest. Instead, it depends solely on you having read The Masked Empire, a book that is completely separate from the game and that many players don’t even know exist. It gives a very different context to this game, and especially to Celene and Briala’s relationship. I recommend reading this post from @dalishious because I cannot possibly explain the situation better than they have on their blog. If you’re into Dragon Age, I recommend giving them a follow in general because they offer some really great perspectives on DA as a Mi'kmaw person who knows a hell of a lot more about the franchise than I do.

(The quest also tries to convince you that Briala is on the same level as Celene and Gaspard. That is complete bullshit, as dalishious gets into here.)

So, to add to its very long list of crimes, Bioware purposely withholds information from the player in order to trick you into getting an elf back together with her violently racist and incredibly dangerous abuser.

And if I remember correctly, you can also discover a hidden room in Celene’s palace which is filled with broken Elven artifacts that Celene was experimenting with.

In Inquisition, you also encounter at least two Dalish elves who explicitly talk about being kicked out of their clans for being mages, left to make it on their own or die. Which is. . . absurd and doesn’t fit pre-existing lore at all, since clan Keepers and their apprentices are literally mages themselves AND it’s already been shown that if a clan cannot support or doesn’t need people with specific skills (not just mages but also crafters, traders, hunters, etc), then it will actually send those people to other clans to live with them. Merrill, the Dalish companion mentioned earlier, is one such case, with her original clan having an excess of mages and sending her to a different clan who needed a mage to train as a first. Changing that to say that clans now outright abandon mages, especially as children, was a ridiculous choice and makes me feel like it was done purely to show them as ~savage~.

(I personally headcanon that it was a lie spread purposely by clans to protect themselves, playing off of racist ideas of what they were like. No templar would go up against an entire clan just to drag two or three mages off to the Circle, but multiple mages? Five mages? A dozen? Now that would be worth the risk.)

And now it’s time to get into the worst part of the games, by far.

Trespasser.

In this DLC, you discover that one of your elf companions, Solas, is actually the god Fen’Harel, and that he’s essentially trying to destroy the entire world to “reset it”. 

You also discover that your gods are false.

That’s right. Bioware based this community and culture off of Jewish, Romani, and Native peoples. And then made the gods fake. Explicitly told players that the Dalish are wrong about everything they’ve ever known, that their religion is all fake, and that it’s their own fault because they dared try to recreate their culture with the scraps they had left.

Oh, but it doesn’t end there, no. The gods aren’t just fake, they were actually slave owners! They were rulers of an ancient civilization and the vallaslin, those beautiful markings that represent a Dalish elf’s pride in their culture and their place in their community, are actually slave markings to show who your owner is!

I need you all to take a moment to process this. To think about the implications of basing a fictional culture off of oppressed communities in the real world, as a foil to the Fantasy Christianity™ that you as the player are constantly shoved towards, and then making that culture’s religion into something so terrible and warped.

Have you thought about it? Because I have. I’ve thought about it a lot.

So yeah. There’s my extremely long rant about indigenous coding in Dragon Age. I hope it helps the very few people who manage to get to the end without getting sick of it lmao

#dragon age #dalish #dalish elves #indigenous representation #indigenous coding #long post #i am so fucking sorry to everyone on mobile #jamesissosogay

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

hello! i’m jordan! i’ve seen you do a few asks of this kind having to do with abimel, so i thought i’d jump in. as a writer, i’m always interested to see other peoples’ characterizations of ships and characters that i like, and yours are pretty accurate to both what i’ve seen on the show and the stupid little drabbles i think up in my spare time. somehow, abigael liking country music makes perfect sense to me, and if i remember correctly you were the one who first proposed film-buff abigael, which is possibly my favorite thing ever. i am forever in your debt.

now, i wanted to ask, in the broadest sense and in terms of mel and abigael, what pops into your head when i say the word “nicknames”?

please go on for as long as you feel is necessary because i want to hear every word. :)

Yo! Haha, I love how I've made a name of being a go-to person in the fandom over Abigael/AbiMel content.

And yes, that be me making Abigael love country music and being the opposite of Mel when it comes to movies.

I'm going to take a wild guess and say you want me to approach this from a shipping perspective.

So for Mel by Abigael, I just made up a whole damn episode. The title references Snow White (but make it witchy) and the Charmed Ones and Associates need to poison a magical being, so Abigael and Macy need to make the poison together bc it’s a two person job. Then after making the poison and deciding they’ll poison the being using food, Abigael dips an apple into the poison to test it out and goes “you’re the poison apple of my eye” before she takes a overly sensual bite of the apple which makes Mel freak out bc she wasn’t there for Abigael telling Hacy she has a higher durability than they do. She winks and walks off to go piss off Macy. She's in agony for three days, but it was totally worth it for the Drama.

I’d also like to suggest that upon getting together and finding out that Ray calls Mel torito that Abigael has 100% made a sex joke in front of the Charmed Ones (and Parker because Abigael doesn't let Parker escape an encounter with his half sister without messing with him) about Mel being the "torito in a china shop", with everyone realizing the aforementioned china shop isn't a metaphorical shop of porcelain. Everyone is traumatized, God is dead, no work gets done because it's a surprise and not a surprise that Mel tops. They're both verse. At least she didn’t say it in front of Ray.

Abigael has called Mel “half sized Hocus Pocus”, I don’t know the context, I just know that Mel is the Shortest Vera and Abigael is taller by four inches, not including stilletos.

Then nicknames for Abigael by Mel, as a non-WHYte woman, I love pointing out my white friends and relatives are white. It amuses us all. I feel like when Abigael’s being uncharacteristically soft or sweet, Mel would call her Marshmallow bc she’s mushy and white.

Also if Mel is talking about Abigael behind her back (not in like a hella mean way, but like the way you'd call a friend a little shit), she has referred to Abigael as tramposa bc it means trickster and that's the kind of name you'd give someone who's deceitful. Fitting, right?

Low key, thinking about The Worst Witch and how Mildred is the only witch who doesn’t have a black cat bc she has Tabby the tabby cat, so like, episode where Abigael gets turned into a cat… Abby the Tabby is automatically what comes out of Mel’s mouth when talking to this angry feline.

#charmed related #abimel #mel vera #abigael caine #ask #transmazikeen #also sorry for the late reply i’m moving and helping with zoom school ;;.;;

[lokiondisneyplus]

Variants. Time Keepers. Apocalypses. Alligators. Jet Skis. Over the course of Season 1 of Marvel Studios’ Loki, the God of Mischief has seen and done it all across the Sacred Timeline. But now at the end of time — literally, Loki has arrived at the Citadel at the End of Time, accompanied by Sylvie — only one question remains: Has this journey changed Loki? It’s even a question He Who Remains poses, reminding the duo that they can’t reach the end until they’ve seen a change: “It needs to happen, to get us all in the right mindset to finish the quest.”

For a trickster who has always been so focused on his wants and needs, it’s safe to say that Loki’s time working for the Time Variance Authority (and then trying to take down the TVA) has certainly shaped him in ways we haven’t seen before. Gone is the Asgardian who commanded people to kneel before him; now, for the first time, we’re seeing a softer side to Loki as he realizes that his choices have consequences and he’s in charge of his own destiny — no one else. Going all the way back to the very beginning of Episode 1, as Loki stands before Judge Renslayer at the TVA, he yells that no one else will dictate how his story ends, and he’s finally doing just that.

“Loki, as a show, has introduced so many complex ideas, and themes, and conversations,” Tom Hiddleston tells Marvel.com. “One of the things I've been so pleased and thrilled to see with the show is how deeply the audience is engaged with the big ideas, the ideas of fate versus free will, agency versus determinism. Do we have the capacity to genuinely choose our path through our lives? And in those choices, where do we derive meaning? To what extent are any of us free? To what extent are these characters free to choose their route through the universe and self-realize and determine the course of their lives?”

Loki didn’t change completely on his own, though, as everyone he encounters throughout all six episodes influences him in ways he never could have predicted, from his surprising friendship with Mobius to Classic Loki reclaiming his “glorious purpose.”

“People latched onto the relationship between Loki and Mobius, and understood that there was a mirror in the two of them,” Hiddleston says. “Both Mobius and Loki had a lot to teach each other. Mobius opens up Loki’s sense of his own identity and that this might be something that's malleable. And then Sylvie opens up something in Loki about the nature of identity. And that Loki is able to then reflect back to Mobius.”

“In Episode 5, suddenly, the conversations the three of them have had [cause] an effect on the variant Lokis — on Classic Loki, on Kid Loki, on Boastful Loki. I like to think on Alligator Loki, too. Maybe he starts to think about free will.”

This all comes to a head when Loki and Sylvie have the most important conversation of all, with He Who Remains. Standing before this man behind the curtain, He Who Remains lays out his entire philosophy, the reason behind the TVA and all the smoke and mirrors. It’s to protect the Sacred Timeline from his own variants.

“This conversation between the three of them about the nature of reality, about the nature of time, about the nature of the multiverse, and the question about whether the TVA organization has any moral authority to determine reality as we see it,” Hiddleston continues. “There's an enormous amount to unpack, an enormous amount to think about, and it provokes as many questions as it provides answers.”

Loki, having gained a new perspective, wants to stop and think about what he’s just learned since it’s heavy. Sylvie, on the other hand, believes “he’s stalling for time and that it’s another manipulation. She feels is on the precipice of some catharsis,” adds Hiddleston. The two come to a disagreement where they both believe they’re the one in the right. Loki wants to weigh the options of He Who Remains’ proposal, and Sylvie just wants this puppet-master dead.

“It’s incredibly distressing for both of them that they disagree in this moment,” Hiddleston says. “It was quite an intense scene for us. We knew we had to be quite precise about the way the scene unfolded.”

Not only are they verbally arguing, but soon both have their weapons at the ready and are trading blows back and forth. (Something He Who Remains giddily watches from the sidelines.)

This finale was the last thing shot for the season, with Jonathan Majors joining the cast, as He Who Remains, for the last week they were in production. From there, it was time to dive into the trio’s conversation and how it caps off all the themes leading up to this point — identity, free will, and accepting yourself, to name a few.

“Right up to the time of the few days in which we filmed it, we were refining the dialogue between Loki and Sylvie because we needed to make sure that there was a balance,” Hiddleston recalls. “Both their positions [needed to be] articulated, and the audience could see the struggle. We worked all weekend to make sure we integrated the scene with the choreography so that it was completely seamless. The disagreement was at the center of all of it, and every word and every move.”

Unfortunately, the two just can’t see eye to eye on the situation — as He Who Remains points out, Sylvie can’t trust and Loki can’t be trusted. Hiddleston even notes, “At the center of Loki’s identity, certainly for as long as I’ve played him, is untrustworthiness. He’s unpredictable and spontaneous.”

But now, with a tearful confession to Sylvie, Loki’s newly changed outlook shines through as he takes everything he’s learned over the course of the series and tries to reason with her. But, “it’s heartbreaking pain because she’s not on the same page.”

“The confession in Episode 6 reveals how much he’s evolved. Sylvie believes Loki’s position comes from the same old motivation to sit on a throne. But it doesn’t. It comes from genuine care for another being outside of himself. It speaks to a theme that was very close to all of our hearts as filmmakers, which was about self-confrontation, and self-awareness, and self-forgiveness, and self-acceptance in some way. That the only way of moving forward is to acknowledge who you are. And then change can begin.”

Making matters worse, Sylvie isn’t the only familiar face Loki loses in the end. Though he ends up back within the halls of the TVA, this isn’t the TVA he left. The choices Loki and Sylvie made at the Citadel at the End of Time are already breeding consequences, one of which is that “his friend Mobius doesn’t recognize him and doesn’t know who he is. His destabilization in that moment is profound.”

Loki and Mobius’ friendship has been a touchstone for the series, and according to Hiddleston, as the show was being developed, their relationship was “one of the things I was drawn to.”

“I’m very moved by the idea of their friendship,” he continues. “I don’t think Loki has allowed himself to have many friends. Because to have friends, you have to be vulnerable, and you have to trust. Loki’s so defensive, vulnerability and trust, those two things don’t come easily to him. Mobius is perhaps the first figure in Loki’s life to sit across from him and reflect him back to himself without judgment, but somehow with compassion.”

“Mobius is able to contain Loki and say, ‘This is who you are. And I understand.’ That feeling of compassion or lack of judgment is new for Loki, and allows him to open up in a way that facilitates the genesis of this unique friendship. Mobius also is surprised by his affection for Loki. And then it’s Loki who teaches Mobius about life outside the TVA, life before the TVA. Maybe he had a life. Maybe he had a family. Maybe he had a jet ski. They mean a lot to each other, and they’ve done a lot for each other.”

With a new Mobius now in the mix, this means that the pair’s parting goodbye in Episode 5 was their final farewell, when “Mobius offers his hand; Loki chooses to hug him and he says, ‘Thank you, my friend.’ That’s very sincere and very meaningful.”

What’s a trickster to do when he finds himself in an unfamiliar place surrounded by people he used to know? That remains to be seen, as the season ends before those questions are answered, laying the complex groundwork for Season 2 and the lingering unanswered TVA questions.

“What’s been fascinating for me making it, and continues to be one of the most interesting questions of our story, is the moral complexity of the TVA,” Hiddleston concludes. “The idea that an organization that claims to govern the order of time with benevolence and precision is actually something much more ambiguous. And there's a question: On what authority does the TVA, or anyone who has set it up or runs it, decide who gets to live and who doesn't, who gets to participate in reality as we know it?”

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #interview

[qandnoablog]

Plan (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Discovered

Pairing: There is no final pairing (since I follow along with the movies as accurately as I can) but [Y/N] does gravitate towards Loki

Warnings: Based on the movie - Avengers: End Game

Part: 15, [14], [13], [12], [11], [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1] Short story: [3], [2], [1]

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name Y/P/N - Your Parent’s Name

Word Count: 2,038

Summary: 5 years had passed since the dusting. Everyone’s lives had been affected and yet, even with the monster dead it did not help at all. Too afraid to hold onto hope, the people of Earth were now learning how to cope and move on with their lives. [Y/N] was one of them, but one person’s arrival changed everything. Could the remaining Avengers come up with an impossible plan to change the world?

Note From Author (Warning! Spoiler for End Game): Finally part 15! Since we’re already at End Game, it seems like the Discovered series will be wrapping up soon. But stay tuned! Loki makes an appearance in End Game, so maybe there’ll be a fateful encounter between [Y/N] and the trickster god <3

Part 15 - Plan

“Hi!” A cheery voice responded through the phone, “You’ve reached [Y/P/N]! Please leave a message.”

But before a message could be left, the call was cut short.

[Y/N] looked down at her phone, her eyes staring blankly at the name on the screen, before turning it off and setting it down. Then, she slumped in her chair, leaning forward as she rested her arms on her knees and used her hands to cradle her chin.

It had been five years since the battle with Thanos, and [Y/N] was trying hard to cope with the aftermath. Surprisingly, she was dealing with the situation better than most people, since her years on Sakaar had practically trained her for this very moment, but that was it. Dealing with it. She could not move on, like the world leaders and any other members of authority advised, nor could she wallow in the depression that had engulfed the world.

Since the dusting, many loved ones were scattered into the winds. There were only a few that were lucky enough to have all their family members intact. Sadly, [Y/N] was not one of them.

She had left her peaceful family life behind the moment she had accepted Steve’s call for help, only leaving a note to explain to her loved ones what had happened to her. And due to the fact that she was deemed a criminal after the Avengers broke apart, she could not return.

Over the years, [Y/N] had come to peace with her decision. She was content with just knowing that her family was safe and sound, even if she may never be able to see them again. But the moment Thanos snapped his fingers, the instant her friends had been turned to dust right before her eyes, she knew that she had to go back.

With the help of her remaining Avenger friends, she was able to quickly make it back home. But a part of her wished she hadn’t. A part of her wished that she had stayed ignorant to the tragedy and did not know of her family’s fate. But alas, that was just wishful thinking.

No one remained in that once peaceful home. Every single person had vanished off the face of the Earth.

Since then, [Y/N] learned to cope with the devastation and had developed a routine. Everyday, she would call each of their phones, waiting to hear their familiar voices, before hanging up without leaving a message behind. And once every three months, she would return to her home and clean up the place, getting rid of any dust, pests, and dirt that could have gotten in.

She knew that her efforts would go unnoticed. It had already been five years, so hope was quickly dying within her. There would be no one on the other end of the line each time she called, nor would her family suddenly return to a clean, pristine house. But still [Y/N] persisted. Not because she was waiting or biding her time, nor because of faith in a miracle. She just did it to satisfy her own desire. To cope with the loss she felt just like everyone else in the world. To mourn the time wasted, and perhaps find new things that were not there the day she left it all behind.

After finishing up her calls, [Y/N] checked in on her new family. The family she had made the day she had left her old one behind. The people she called both her friends and family. The ones she still called the Avengers.

“-happening on Earth,” a female voice, a woman named Carol Danvers, resounded in the open room just as [Y/N] turned the corner to check on her friend, “are happening everywhere. On thousands of planets.”

That’s when [Y/N] saw a few more familiar faces, all on holographic screens. It seemed that Natasha was doing her regular progress reports.

“All right, all right,” Rocket, the talking raccoon that had once been a part of Quill’s team, muttered, “That’s a good point.”

“So, you might not see me for a long time,” Carol finished as she turned her attention back to Natasha.

“All right. Uh, well… This channel is always active, so if anything goes sideways, anyone’s making trouble where they shouldn’t… comes through me,” Natasha concluded.

As everyone confirmed her statement, leaving to continue their own lives and missions, only Rhodey remained on the call.

[Y/N] thought it was a good time as any, so she walked in and settled herself on the cluttered desk, making sure to avoid the uneaten sandwich on the table, getting both people’s attention. Then, she comforted her friend with a slight pat on the shoulder, before tilting her head in Rhodey’s direction, to indicate to Nat that her call was not finished.

“Where are you?” Natasha asked Rhodey, finally realizing that he had not hung up like the others.

As the two talked, mentioning Clint’s name and his possible whereabouts, [Y/N] stayed silent. She knew the connection Natasha and Clint had, so she understood the pain the two must be feeling. Natasha with the chaotic mindset of her beloved friend, and Clint, with the unimaginable loss of his wife and kids.

Tears welled up in Natasha’s eyes but she refused to acknowledge them and instead reached for a slice of her sandwich and took a bite. When the call finally ended, [Y/N] reached over and hugged her friend, giving her the only comfort she could in this horrible situation.

“You know, I’d offer to cook you both dinner, but you seem pretty miserable already,” a warm voice called out, trying to alleviate the gloomy mood in the air.

“Steve,” [Y/N] replied with a smile, getting up from the table and going up to hug the big man.

The three of them talked a bit, comforting one another to try to bring them out of the overhanging depression that threatened to swallow them whole. By relying on each other, they were able to live for another day. It was how they had been dealing with the hopelessness that encased their hearts and brought down their spirits over the last five years.

But then, as if to answer their nearly forgotten prayers, hope came knocking.

~

Time travel. The very notion of it was insane, but it was not impossible.

[Y/N] had actually tried to pitch the idea of it, explaining how it had happened to her once when she was stuck on the planet Sakaar. But… The only issue with it was that they had no idea how she had ended up there other than potential wormholes, and how time even worked on that distant planet. The whole process of it was too random to actually have a plan around it. Too many unknown variables.

But Scott’s idea wasn’t half bad. In fact, so long as the science was sound, it was the ray of hope that the Avengers needed. Of course, at first it seemed like there was only failure in their future, considering how the test runs had gone with Bruce behind the wheel.

Before testing the device on Scott, [Y/N] had offered to help out with her powers, to protect him from possible dangers like she had faced in Sakaar’s wormholes, but she was shut down by her three overprotective friends.

[Y/N] did try to sneak in a shield behind their backs, enclosing a small barrier around Scott before he tested out the machine, but the moment he went through, the small shield she made shattered instantly and nearly knocked her out.

“Shit!” She hissed softly to herself, her hands numb with pain, but before she could really focus on any damage that was dealt, three pairs of eyes were glaring at her. Her curses were not as quiet as she had hoped and after a brief lecture, alleviated due to Scott’s predicament, she was practically benched from the trial runs.

Thankfully, before any real damage could be done to Scott, Tony cracked the code. He had solved the problem that allowed them to set a plan into motion.

The New York team for the space, mind, and time stone consisted of five people: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Scott, and [Y/N].

The Asgard team for the reality stone had two people: Thor and Rocket.

The Morag and Vormir team for the power and soul stone, respectively, consisted of four people, two on each stone: Natasha, Clint, Rhodey, and Nebula, the blue alien that had fought together with [Y/N] and Tony back on Titan.

The plan was all set, but there was just one problem.

“I could go with Nat or Thor, you know,” [Y/N] huffed as she looked at how everyone was divided. “Everyone else has a team of two for each stone. Five is being unreasonable!”

“We’ve been over this, [Y/N],” Steve sighed as he gathered his things to prepare for the mission. “You’re with us and that’s final. We don’t need you being stuck on another alien planet.”

“Hey! That wasn’t just me, you know. Bruce was with me too! You guys are just needlessly worrying,” [Y/N] complained as she crossed her arms and turned to Natasha. “Nat, you agree, don’t you? I’ve been an Avenger since day one! I’ve been to other planets, fought aliens and robots, and even helped out in the battle against Thanos! And I’m definitely not a kid anymore. Heck, I’m older than most of you! Clint, help me out here. I can join your team to Vormir!”

“I agree with Cap on this one,” Clint replied with a slight shrug. “Besides, you know the doctor. If anything happens, he can send you back with the time stone.”

“But I don’t get along with said doctor, remember?” [Y/N] countered in exasperation, “Besides, we met later. Around the time we’re heading to, I was just a teenager. If I just pop in on his doorstep, he wouldn’t even know-”

[Y/N] had to bite her tongue, to stop herself from continuing, when she recalled just how she and Doctor Strange had even met. He had abducted her off the streets of New York and called her an anomaly, realizing instantly that she was off the timeline by 28 years. If she really did go right up to his door, he’d probably examine her once and know exactly what was going on.

“-I was just a teenager,” [Y/N] repeated, correcting her earlier statement and going back to making up excuses. “I was so naïve that I didn’t even know who some of you even were!”

“Certainly gave us the slip, for a naïve little teenager,” Natasha chuckled as she glanced at Steve and the two thought fondly over that memory.

[Y/N] wasn’t too frustrated to notice the slight tinge of sadness in their eyes, mixed with regret. She could see that they still felt guilty for getting S.H.I.E.L.D. to notice her existence, though they probably already had her as a potential threat somewhere in the back of their database.

Although they blamed themselves for causing her life to be riddled with dangers, [Y/N] herself never pointed any fingers. Instead, she thought that this was inevitable and was thankful that she was picked up by the Avengers and not some corrupt organization that would use her for their own benefit.

“Enough,” Steve said as he finished up, “Hurry and suit up. We’re heading out soon.”

And so [Y/N] resigned to her fate as the “youngest” member of the group, always protected by the other Avengers. Though mentally she was nearly 60 years old, physically she still looked her legal age, 29.

“Five years ago, we lost,” Steve began as everyone gathered on the platform, all suited up and ready to take off. “All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves…”

He continued, and everyone paid attention to each and every word. It resounded in all of them, and they knew this was the mission of their lives.

“... And we’re gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

[PART 16]

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