#Hothead/impal

[shoot-the-clown-but-art]

Fire fuckers refs (For myselfff)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

vaggette toxic one-sided idea purge

how carmilla inducts vaggie into the overlords only partly for fun and velvette is so pissed off about it she plots to fake romance vaggie in revenge

and Velvette maybe might have been slightly more into her and Vaggie's rap battle then she realizes oh whoops, oh no

@barblaz-arts this is your fault not mine. Point the blame inward.

the set up

Carmilla satisfied with her investment in the hotel and Vaggie, gets her to come along to the next overlord meeting purely just to increase her new ally’s power and her own, completely with no ulterior or petty motives

Alastor horrified static twitching smile, politely raises the point that he considers the hotel to already be HIS turf

Zestial amused, tickled, and delighted Carmilla has made a friend and is finally having some fun, politely pulls out a chair for Vaggie at the table

Other overlords scared of Zestial, respectful of Carmilla, fresh from rewatching footage of Vaggie gleefully impaling exorcists with the spear she brought along to the meeting. Say nothing

Velvette arrives late on purpose bc she doesn't give a shit WHY THE FUCK IS /SHE/ HERE??

Carmilla maybe smiling just a little

The battle over letting Vaggie sit in as an honorary overlord, as rapped very intensely at each other by Velvette and Vaggie:

Velvette: Hear ye, hear ye! Look what the Carmine dragged in~

(cue music number)

Here’s a chirpy little birdy, the harpy of hell’s daughter, come demanding things left and right like her words hold any water. No souls no turf, sorry girl, nope, no seat at the table, and with one eye gone she sure doesn’t even look so able. Appearances are everything- if that’s something you can see, your optics next to ours would get hashtag embarrassment from me.

Overlords, over all you know hells a hard-ass place. Charity and mercy? Ha! Weakness and disgrace! Carmilla says she’s worthy, Carmilla made a deal, the more fights they pick with heaven the more sales for Carmine’s steel.

Don’t buy the crap they’re pushing, say fuck that and resist! We’re the power of earthly Sinners, and she’s a-

(Velvette just barely remembers her plan to keep the Exorcist intel she's dug up as a secret from everyone, fellow hothead Vees included, until exactly the right moment shows up- and being sat in the same room as Carmilla, Alastor, and Vaggie, within easy spear range, is /not/ that moment)

-she’s just some lacky with a list! We’ve got our own cred to keep up, to keep hells Sinners all in check. She’d be the collar on the leash of a royal rope tied round our neck.

Vaggie: Are you done?

Velvette: Sure thing, sweetness.

Vaggie: Great.

My name’s Vaggie and I’m busy, I’ve got bigger fucks to fry, so sorry if I’m blunt but I’ve got no time to lie- Your cred’s a bunch of bullshit. You think this is where I wanna sit? I’ve got our hotel to go home to, with heaven hellbent to destroy it.

We all saw you sit back, cowards, and watch the Radio Demon run, so whose turf really is it? Who faced Extermination and won? Who’s been there for Sinners while you’ve used them like a knife? Charlie’s the real Sinner’s power, she protects them with her life.

She’s got better stuff to do than listen to you whine, someone’s gotta hear it though, and if it’s me then fine. You’re not the worst assholes I’ve seen play with others souls, and you’re all Sinners scared of dying, so we even share some goals.

Unlike all of you though, me and Charlie we don’t have to pay and trade. Instead of buying a Sinner’s soul and time we can trust the friends we’ve made. I didn’t make them stay and fight, they gave their all for free. Who looks weaker in that light? You overlords, or me?

Vaggie: Also, you really think poking fun at the half blind woman is a win for you? Ask the corpses of the Exorcists who thought they could get the drop on me. My girlfriend says the eyepatch looks hot and hers is the only opinion I care about. So fuck off.

.....

Velvette can't think of a good clap back, weirdly having trouble thinking at all while Vaggie's glaring at her, but also kinda doesn't want the battle to end just yet

Velvette Warns her to sit quietly during the meeting and let the REAL overlords talk, then gets up close and personal with Vaggie and excuses it by whisper-threatening that it’d just take one text to make her friend Angel Dust’s work hours a living hell

Vaggie, irritably pushing her back at spearpoint, clearly resisting the urge to Stab reminds Velvette that Angel’s work hours with Velvette’s pathetic manchild of a friend are already a living hell for him, and he STILL talks back to Val anyway, and that’s WHY Vaggie is taking a seat at the overlord’s table, to try helping the other sinners that people like Velvette have left behind because they're too scared and spineless to help anything except themselves

(Ding! Bullseye)

Velvette looks actually pissed and not at all smirky anymore, leans in while ignoring the spear-

Carmilla smoothly starts the meeting right then before anyone other than Vaggie ends up losing an one eye

Velvette ends up being the one who spends the whole meeting unusually quiet, staring thoughtfully at Vaggie between making furious vent texts. She's somehow less upset about Charlie's pet murder angel sitting with the overlords than she is over losing her cool and almost skewering herself on Vaggie's spear like an idiot

That's a Vox and Val thing to do, that's why they need her, the only one of the Vees to NOT screw herself over some random looser who doesn't even like her

... but what if she could MAKE Vaggie like her?

If she could steal Carmilla's new tamed Exorcist- Charlie's right hand woman, part of why Val's toy still had a bolt hole in hell to hide in, and the only reason Alastor had met a hell princess with enough hope for her dreams she'd throw in with an overlord to finally get the ball rolling on them-

And Vaggie's switched sides before, miss ex Exorcist living in hell and picking fights with heaven. Why not help her do it again?

Poor overworked glorified secretary. Velvette knows for a FACT that her and the princess haven't been seen out on a single date since the hotel opened. With nothing else in hell for her but her girlfriend, that has to be getting to Vaggie, right? She could do with some appreciation.

If nothing else, the hell princess will probably be very sensitive to anyone else openly and personally appreciating her girlfriend. She might even do something rash, something to show the overlords and all of hell just how far they could trust in hellborn royalty.

Vaggie or no Vaggie, Velvette could work with that too.

She might even be able to blackmail Vaggie into working for the Vees, in exchange for NOT letting all of hell know that the hotel of supposed love and hope had a Exorcist stalking it's halls.

The beauty of that is Velvette wouldn't even have to sic any of her own souls on them. Just tell the Sinners the truth and watch the angry, vengeful, terrified mob tear Vaggie and everything she'd ever touched to shreds. All win, no loss. Vox would have already done it if he knew. She wouldn't mind sitting back with some popcorn and liveblogging the carnage with him and Val, if it came to it.

Ohhh but the satisfaction if she COULD take the Exorcist right out from under all of them...

And having an angel on their side would give the Vees one hell of leg up in whatever shit heaven thinks up next. They could really use a manager too, at this point in their business expansion- Velvette's got too much of her own shit these days to deal with Vox and Val's on top of it. A fourth Vee, in a coordination role, not interested in farming any souls or turf of her own, would be perfect- especially one that can cut through both bodies and bullshit.

Her name even fits with their theming. Velvette and Vaggie, the flipside to Valentino and Vox...

Hmm.

Velvette: Realizes she's been staring at Vaggie again, and Vaggie's noticed, and spares her exactly one second to give her a quick Glower before going back to arguing with someone.

Velvette: smiles and snaps a picture

The princess of hell is right about one thing. The eyepatch really is quite a Look.

-

Velvette some unspecified time later: It’s just for the bit okay

Vox: You seem to be wearing one of her feathers as a necklace

Velvette: Duh I'm wearing it- almost got hellfire crisped by the princess while snagging it off her

Vox: And the uh, stroking of it?

Velvette: Alllll part of the plan

Vox: You've made a whole private website of her

Velvette: You think faking being in love is some bullshit commercial you can just half-ass your way through with a pretty face and the right outfit? Especially when she used to be an Exorcist? I need intel! Research! The woman dresses as sharp as she is, Vox, and her fav accessory is a soul killing spear

Vox: You and your fixation on women with weapons...

Velvette: Ew. Shut up. This blog is about going down on h- getting my roleplay down right, damn it! This is WORK!

Vox: It looks like a fanpage-

Velvette: BLOCKED

[satellitewar-archived]

if you're exploring dark tombs or crawling through tunnels with shawky and/or buzzy, it's really important that you listen to them. now is not the time to get cocky about your skills or survivability. don't get hotheaded about a puzzle or a trap in front of you. don't ignore their instructions. buzzy is an excellent puzzle-solver; let him take care of any confusing runes, patterns, or symbols carved into the wall. let shawky read the map. let shawky figure out where to go. let them take care of things and you just stand there and hold the flashlight steady. if you don't, you might end up impaled on some spikes in a pit.

[hurt-ta]

oc talk because i (gnaws at the wall)

i’m thinking all my ocs should be in the same ”universe” as opposed to my original idea of multiple because i can’t be assed to make up more than one actually lol… and they all have fantasy elements anyway. i can’t decide which era i’m taking inspiration from though because i like different aspects of so many but also want it to have modern stuff & be somewhat accurate in relation to real life and such. many things to consider

in any case my first proper ocs saethaeir, aslak, edith and beatrice live in the same town in the middle of nowhere. saethaeir was originally a demon but i’ve since changed it to vampire – he’s my stereotypical edgy asshole character who won’t leave aslak alone, who in turn (understandably) hates him. aslak is hotheaded, kind of mean and naïve, beatrice a soft-spoken math teacher and a regular at the library aslak works at. i’m still figuring out the details on how/when exactly they become friends But it was through edith (previously charlotte,) who is the daughter of a local car shop owner & desperately wants to romance beatrice but is her own worst enemy with it

then there’s lavrans, aodhán, raoul, carina, wynn and verdell, who all live together in a caravan by the capital & travel all over the country as circus performers; verdell as the ringmaster, carina + raoul as trapeze/aerial dancers, wynn as an impalement artist, lavrans as a magician, aodhán as a fire artist. verdell started the whole thing up by hiring queer folks with poor conditions who wished to start living their lives as they saw fit ^_^ yay for #chosenfamily

now. my most recent ocs are sascha & eden and they’ve occupied most of my brain for the past few weeks, so much so that i’ve started working on a short story (a graphic novel/zine sort of thing) about them… sascha is a smart but bored, withdrawn guy who’s just trying to get by, saving whatever he can out of each paycheck to move out of his hometown and start his transition. eden is an angel-adjacent eldritch being who sascha’s mom sealed a contract with after he came out to his family, but eden ”falls in love” with him and gets itself banished from the beyond (my version of heaven.) neither knows know how to deal with any of it as they develop a relationship – it’s very complicated and ultimately ends up being sascha’s doom, but there’s good in there somewhere while it lasts :^)

[shoot-the-clown]

Breakfast hassle 

[stansethandpaul]

Back to 505 (Part II)

Part I Part III Masterlist

Paul Lahote x fem!reader

Summary: She's noticed how distant he's been thinking that she's merely a past memory to him after he joined Sam's gang.

TW!: depression (or hints to), abandonment, injuries, angst, verbal arguments, gaslighting, cheating, mentions of sex, blood, cursing (let me know if I missed anything else)

A/N: Strap in y'all and get ready for the angst, don't worry though it won't be all bad ;) also, this is gonna include more of the song

Murmurs could be heard throughout the hospital room. Paul stood there eyeing y/n's unconscious body as Carlisle told Sam about her injuries. "Well, she doesn't have any life-threatening injuries luckily. However, her wrist might take months to heal and her shoulder was impaled on a tree branch, presumably when she was getting thrown around." Sam nodded in acknowledgment to the diagnosis and turned to Paul. His eyebrows were knit together in concern as his lips were pressed into a thin line, no one has seen the infamous Lahote like this. Ever.

"She'll be fine Paul, go home and get some sleep, Carlisle will keep an eye on her," a suggestion from Sam to the hotheaded wolf. "I can't leave her side again, I promised her I wouldn't Sam. Plus, I'm not letting a bloodsucker stay in the same room as her." A scowl etched onto his face. A discontent sigh left Sam's mouth before he patted his shoulder and left the room.

Y/N's POV

A groan slipped past my lips as I felt a thumping headache and piercing lights that awoke me. Was it morning again? Was that all just a bad dream? I turned my body as my eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of a white hospital room and a familiar face. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all. He was different from the last time I saw him, a tattoo adorned his arm, and although he was always buff before, his muscles seemed to practically be bulging now with Sam's gang tattoo on one arm. His face never changed though, he still looked like the Paul that I relied on...the Paul that I loved. Suddenly, I was staring into his eyes. His once confident facade was replaced by one full of concern and anguish, his brows furrowed and eyebags situated underneath his eyes. He got up and made his way to me swiftly, causing the chair to fall backward from the sudden movement.

"Does anything hurt y/n? Do you remember who I am?" His hands cupped my face as he asked, his eyes pooled with worry and distraught while awaiting an answer from me. "I'm fine Lahote, now if you could let go," pulling my face back from his hands, "you're hurting my face" I whispered as I retreated. He pulled his hands back, sighing in the process. I turned away from him, my back towards him now as I stared out the window and listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.

"I'm sorry I let you get hurt like this," he blurted, "I was trying to get to you as fast as I could-"

"This was nothing Paul," I said, cutting him off from his initial sentence.

"I was already hurt before," I continued, out of the corner of my eye I could see his chest rising rapidly as his emotions built up.

"Who was it, I'll kill them," he questioned whilst pacing back and forth.

"I was hurt when you left me, Paul, you disappeared with no trace. Hell, I thought you were dead Lahote," my voice cracking as I tried keeping my composure, "You forgot about me, you vanished like nothing. Do you know how many nights I went sleepless, waiting for a reply from you, a sign, fucking hell even a mere glimpse of you would've been fine. I thought I would never see you again." By now, tears were pouring down my face thinking of all those fall days that I suffered through. The leaves seemed to change and go, and so did the seasons. But my worries and feelings for Paul never left, even after so many weeks. It killed me each day to reminisce of our days spent together, getting chased through the halls by him or stealing his lunch when he wasn't looking just to get a soft punch on my arm from him. I missed him, I really did. I'm ecstatic for him to be back but I can't just forgive him so soon after leaving like that. Those tears I shed for him, those days I spent cooped up in my room while watching my phone get the occasional worried texts from my friends or parents. I just can't let go of the pain he caused me.

"I-I'm really sorry, I had to leave and I couldn't explain it to you during that time but I just had-" He rambled on, trying to excuse his actions.

"Paul, I want the truth. I want you to tell me everything instead of an excuse. I've been met with too many excuses from everyone and honestly after that encounter with a fucking vampire, I think I can handle whatever you left me for." I said, wiping my tears away with my sleeves. I realized during those days cooped up in my room, although it would take a long time for me to forgive him, I just wanted him back in my life. I loved him, I loved him as my friend, maybe even more than a friend.

I heard him exhaling before picking up the chair and putting it next to my bed.

"Please at least look at me y/n, I've missed your face so please look at me." Paul pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. I turned my face back towards him and if it wasn't for the shooting pain in my head and shoulders, I think I would've had my eyes bulging out of my head. Paul Lahote, THE. Paul Lahote was crying. He was always someone that's never shown much emotion besides anger and the occasional goofiness, never have I seen him cry, ever.

"I'm sorry for crying, really, I just crumble whenever you cry." He choked out before collecting himself. He held my hand, before explaining everything. His sudden disappearance and how it was because he was a shapeshifter, how he had to patrol every day hence his absence from school, imprinting, and his messages, calls, and emails that were ignored due to not wanting to involve me and put me in harm's way. Ironic really since I was still injured, with or without him there. Lastly, he said something that made my eyes widen.

"I imprinted on you." He blurted out, waiting for my reaction. Is he fucking serious, he leaves me for weeks on end, no response and tries to excuse it by saying all of this, which to some extent I get, but to fucking mention that he imprinted on me like it was nothing?

"Are you fucking with me Lahote? Is this a cruel joke Richard told you to pull after fucking my best friend? Is it?" I screeched, tears streamed down my face again. "You can't just leave me and tell me all of this expecting it to be fine Paul, you left me with unanswered questions Paul, do you know how much I loved you and how worried I was?" I choked out the last few words before my body was heaving up and down from the sobs leaving me.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he formed fists, noticing how his knuckles turned white from the pressure.

"I know, I fucked up y/n. I'm not asking for your forgiveness cause fuck, I kicked myself in the ass every day for having to leave you like that. I missed being around you, I missed your brilliant smile and the naps in your lap. I missed everything about you, I really did. There wasn't a fleeting moment that I didn't think about you. I hoped that by staying out of your life, I could keep you safe, you would be away from those leeches," he chuckled dryly before continuing, "clearly not because you ended up with a broken wrist and a stick that impaled your shoulder."

"I want you to give me a chance, if that's even possible, I want this to start over properly. I never got to confess to you my true feelings, I loved you ever since we met, something about your personality was just so captivating. I'm sorry that I ran, I was scared for you, I was scared about what would happen to you y/n." He held my hand as he kept talking, my tears landing on his hands and rolling off.

"I want time to process all of this Paul, I can't forgive you so easily but I can give you another chance. I want you to prove to me that we can fix this and that you won't abandon me this time. I'm not someone that you can just throw away like a ragdoll Lahote." I managed to remark through my sobs. "The middle of an adventure, such a perfect place to start." Muttering before putting my hands on his face, tilting it towards me.

Without hesitation, I leaned down, lips colliding and moving in sync. I pulled away, gasping for air. I can't forgive him, but I want him to prove to me that he's committed to this, to me.

"You know y/n, I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck," He said, snickering before he was met with a brisk slap against his arm. I laid down again, feeling his lips press against my forehead.

"We can start this journey again after you get some sleep. I'll show you everything and prove to you that I'm dedicated, however, I shouldn't really need to since I'm THE Paul Lahote." He said, kissing his muscles as a joke which was accompanied by a laugh from me.

I guess we are going back to 505 after all.

please comment if you would like a part 3 :D

[faymaker]

My oc Stella Busana’s backstory!

TW // knives , stabbing , gore , death , kidnapping , blood , impaling, organs

Stella Busana is the main protagonist of my story Protector, and she is, at the start, one of the most powerful dark magic users at Altor Academy, but is still outmatched by other students such as Omorfia Triantáfyllo, the daughter of Hades. She can be weird, confident, intelligent, hotheaded, laid back, and airheaded, but she can also be very kind, generous, shy, and sweet. She’s a huge nerd, as well. While she can be very kind and heroic, if you anger her too much, she can be colder than ice.

Stella was born in a wealthy millionaire family that resides in Tartarus, also known as the Greek underworld, where she is the youngest of about 26 siblings. She and her siblings were the children of Nyx and Erebus, who despite their dark powers were very loving parents. Nyx was known for caring for the children and getting them treats, and even letting them walk with her to spread the night sky around. Meanwhile, Erebus was a loving yet cautious father, always wanting to protect his children, especially Stella. Stella looks up to her parents as role models, and loves her family more than anything else. A family of powerful dark magic users, they were mysterious and kept to themselves, but were known for being fiercely protective of each other no matter what. Despite this, the family was also a bit reckless, allowing Stella to delve into dark magic interests and studies at a very young age. While they were far from perfect, they were perfect in Stella’s eyes, and that was all that mattered to her. They lived a peaceful life. Until that one fateful day.

It was on September 4th, her 8th birthday. The day was wonderful, and dinner and cake and presents were served a few hours earlier. Stella awoke to hear the sound of her family singing “happy birthday”, despite the fact that the party was over, and they had all gone to bed hours ago. The sound was unnatural… what was happening? Did someone intrude? Stella crept down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking one of the large kitchen knives and holding it her in shaky hands. She crept towards the sound as it became louder and louder, like a droning siren. Stella turned into the living room and witnessed…

Her brothers and sisters were tied to the ground and being beaten by unidentifiable soldiers. Her powerful godly parents had been reduced to hostages. The 10 or so soldiers had human shape, yet had the power to take down multiple powerful deities, like they were mere mortals.

“Happy birthday….. to you….” the song came from ahead. There was a white-haired, tall soldier clad in a servants dress, who forced the family to sing, and was singing along with them. They turned around, and stared right into Stella’s eyes with cold, black eyes. Turning pale white, Stella couldn’t even scream in fear, or for her parents help. She instinctively dropped her knife and ran as fast as she could, as the white haired servant dashed behind her. Stella ran for the entrance; it was locked. She ran for the back entrance; it was locked. She could barely escape her assailant, akin to one of Stella’s nightmares. She hid in the wine room, and then, a voice came out of the darkness. It was her parents calling for her, it was their voice! She didn’t know how they got down there, but all she cared about was safety in their arms. Running around the corner she saw-

The white haired one. It copied her parents voice. Stella’s parents were long gone, far outside the house at that point. The white haired one grabbed Stella and silently walked her to the family room as she squirmed for dear life.

“Don’t take them out just yet”. They took a knife out of their bag and held it like a pen.

The assailant forced Stella’s head to stare into their soulless eyes, and began to sing Happy Birthday to her, mimicking her fathers voice exactly. The knife was pushed onto the skin of her forehead, slowly carving a star shaped scar as Stella writhed and howled in pain. “STOP-“ her brother was silenced and the rest of the family cried as they were forced to watch the youngest suffer. Even one of the soldiers, helmet covering his face, seemed to hesitate and buckle at what he saw before him. All the while, the person sang Happy Birthday over and over, each time mimicking the exact voice of one of her family members. All Stella could see was the persons eyes. They had no detail, no irises or pupils, just pure black. They said nothing, no emotion, no light reflecting off of them, but something deep inside of them told Stella that this person…no, this inhuman thing, was doing this to her for no other reason than pure sadistic pleasure. They were eyes like the devil, eyes that burned into her darkest memories greater than any weapon possibly could.

“Alright, go take them now. I’ll be done in a bit,” the person ordered two of the soldiers holding the parents. Without turning, Stella was hurled to the wall like a ragdoll, and broke several bones on impact, leaving a crater in the wall. If she were thrown any harder, she would’ve become a splatter on the wall. She could barely move as her scar bled down onto her face and eyes. She was motionless as the monster walked towards her, knife wielded in a deathgrip. Stella let out a weak “no!…” as she had no strength to move or defend herself. All Stella could do was weep.

“NO!!”

One of the soldiers, the one who hesitated, took off his helmet to reveal a man with long black curly hair, standing in front of Stella and guarding her.

“You betray me, soldier?” the white one inquired.

“I won’t let you hurt her!!” the soldier yelled, strong yet hesitant.

The white one never smiled, but Stella saw in their eyes a laugh of contempt.

“Fine.

Then she can mourn you.”

They took their hand, stabbed into the soldiers chest, took out their bleeding heart and crushed it with a single hand. With a weak gasp, the soldier collapsed.

Stella screamed in terror, begging for mercy and mourning for the mysterious soldier. Her only source of hope was gone.

But then… she heard a voice. The voice of that same hope.

“I’m sorry…Let me help you… I can protect you and your family… do you accept?”

“…who.. are you?“ she croaked.

“I am an ally. I was sent to watch you, but I wish to help you. We don’t have much time, so quickly Miss Stella, do you accept?”

With no other choice, Stella wished “yes!” with all the energy she had in her aching mind.

“Call my name, and let us be bound as servant and master!”

The strangers name appeared in her vision, like a projection. She screamed as loud as she could.

“AZAZEL!!!!”

The soldier began to glow a deep violet color. His body twitched as he grew brighter. And then….

“What the hell?”

The man burst to life, clothed in nothing but rags, but poised and built like one of the gods in Stella’s books of legends! He stood up tall, bearing giant black horns and eyes covered by his long black hair. He looked like a demon, but to Stella he seemed an angel. She knew not of his intentions but from the way he looked back at her and asked her if she was ok, she felt comforted, and that his words were genuine. He raised his large arm, and punched the white haired one in the stomach, only pushing them into the wall.

“You damn traito- hm?”

Stella was standing behind Azazel, bursting with energy and larger in frame than ever before. She looked at the white haired captain and was filled with nothing but pure malice and hatred, hatred, hatred! She roared and sprinted toward them, as the 7 other soldiers guarded their captain. Her anger blinded her, and she brutally slaughtered every single one of them. When she finally reached the captain, they just grunted and took out a communication device”.

“Men down, but we got what we wanted. Let’s retreat, wait where you are and I’ll be there shortly.”

In a flash, the white haired one vanished, and ran out the door faster than Stella and Azazel could run. Stella let one last roared before her body reverted to normal, and she passed out, Azazel catching her before she hit the ground. The intruders, with her parents, vanished to unknown whereabouts, seemingly never to be seen again. Moros, Stella’s older brother, managed to wriggle out of his confinements, and helped untie the others, and dragged the soldiers corpses out of the house.

When Stella awoke the next day, on the couch with Azazel nearby, she burst into tears, from both the loss of her parents and the killings she committed. When she found her siblings, they all ran together and hugged and weeped. Without the gods of night and darkness, all of Greece began to panic, but were unable to find any clues about their whereabouts, not even from the gods themselves. The omniscient ones of the Greek gods could only see everything in Greece, yet somehow couldn’t find them. They had left the country it seemed. A little while later, unholy rumors began about the incident, as the family never spoke much about it. Nyx and Erebus, and their family, were some of the most feared gods in all of Greece. They were gods of doom, death, misery and deceit, and seemed to be the source of doom in the country. Some people believed that Stella’s parents were murdered, or maybe Stella or the siblings had killed them to take their place. The investigation stopped after only a few weeks, and was deemed hopeless. Some people were even happy that they were gone, as if they were wicked spirits that had been rightfully vanquished.

Many of her sibling left that day to live on their own, thinking that their parents were gone forever but Stella stayed, and refused to believe they couldn’t be found. Stella and her siblings became reclusive, only leaving their mansion to buy food and other essentials. The older siblings, such as Moros, began to run the household, and acted somewhat like surrogate parents.

Stella lived with her siblings like this for over 6 years. She didn’t go to school, instead being tutored by hired teachers and by her own siblings. Despite being homeschooled, Stella excelled in her schoolwork, and was considered to be a brilliant student. Stella was also becoming extremely skilled in dark magic, to the point where even her own godly siblings were impressed by her skills. For hours every day, she would make potions in her room, casting spells in the gardens of their palace, and attempting to summon beings from other dimensions. All the while Azazel, who had been firmly accepted into the family for his help, had helped her, and was considered to be a father figure for Stella rather than a mere servant. Each night Azazel would teach and protect Stella, and did almost any task the child asked of him.

While her intelligence was great, her athleticism was lacking. Even though she began to be quite skilled in knife fighting and hand-to-hand combat, Stella had always been very adverse to exercise and athleticism, meaning she was slower than her other siblings. Luckily, she had Azazel to help her when it came to climbing and other tough exercises. Stella developed spells that would allow her to utilize parts of Azazel in combat, such as summoning his arms for climbing. This technique specifically, one of her favorites, was called “Dark Hand”.

Stella during these 6 years as a recluse also became fascinated by television, cartoons and anime. Most of the things she learned about the outside world was either from books or television. While she became fluent in English mostly due to tutors, a lot of the English she learned came from American and European television. These shows influenced and inspired Stella and her sense of duty and justice, and eventually inspired her to commit to her dreams she had ever since the day her parents were taken: explore the world, become a hero, and save her parents. And one of the steps of that goal would be the vanquish the person who left her scarred. But she hesitates for that day, for almost every night, Stella has nightmares about that day, and that perfect soldier and those black, soulless eyes.

She was afraid that her dreams would never come true, until she was (accidentally) discovered by Hestia, the Greek goddess of the hearth and the librarian at Altor Academy, while she was going out and getting groceries for her family and accidentally encountered a Eurynomos, a corpse eating creature whom she easily defeated. Hestia was very impressed by Stella’s heroism and skill, and she was enrolled due to her great use of daggers and dark magic. She was super excited to become one of the few dark magic Protector, and immediately accepted the invite. Her siblings however were unsure, and feared for Stellas safety. Luckily, Stella was able to convince them, and Stella gave a loving goodbye to her siblings and she prepared to move to New York and live the next 4 (or more) years of her life as a Protector.

Unfortunately, Stella would encounter many, many trials at this school. Her reputation carried all the way from Greece to New York, making students wary of her, making nasty rumors and even began to bully her. Not only that, but her assigned role as the leader of a group of 3 other protectors (Aiden Agnimukha, Agua Ambu, and Thana Mikka), her lack of social and world awareness, and her piling grades made Stella’s new life as a student extremely stressful, and made Stella’s anxiety peak. Stella expected to be able to survive at Altor on her own, as she feared relying on others, but she as basically forced to realize that she had to work with others in order to succeed. She even had to work with Solaris Kitrinos, a boy she hated after starting off on the wrong foot after she caught Solaris stealing food from the cafeteria. This was going to be a long 4 years.

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Caught in The Act (Bakugou x Reader x Todoroki)

ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFTTTT!!! I honestly loved how fun this has been with you all! It’s gonna be bittersweet to end it for sure

Love you

HnM💕

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,  Finale

Part 5:

Your fingers anxiously danced against the back of his hot neck as you ingested his expression. Todoroki was always an extremely difficult person to evaluate, even when the two you were at your closest, so it was no surprise that you were unable to pinpoint his emotions. You could, however, narrow it down to something similar to discomfort… maybe sadness?

Your fingers halted their dance as you suddenly gathered him into a hug. You deepy sighed against his chest as your fingers slowly dropped from around his neck to meet with his face instead, “God, you’re so right,” you shook your head, trying to rid yourself from the guilt that ate at you, “It wouldn’t be fair to Bakugou, and I would be putting myself on his level by moving on so fast, anyway.”

He grabbed you softly by your wrists and floated them down as he stared purposefully at you, “This has nothing to do with him,” he tenderly reprimanded, “Let’s give us some time. It’s all about you properly healing. You said that to me once, remember? In U.A.?”

You totally had said those words to him in high school. It wasn’t the same situation, but comparisons could be made, you guessed. When you first met Todoroki, you had naturally gravitated towards him due to the stoic demeanor of his that mirrored your own. As time went on, you had found, however, that the similarities had not just ended there.

His father, much like your own, was a very miserable man, who committed very miserable acts of hatred against his own children. You had spoken those words of encouragement to Todoroki after he had lashed out on you because of his deeper-rooted pains.

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” you blinked, completely unprepared for the barrage of memories dating back to your high school days.

“Trust me, I have never craved affection like I crave it from you,” he reassured as he dropped your hands fully so they dangled by your sides,  “but it wont do either of us good to rush into things right now. For now, let’s not even expect to start a relationship. Maybe expectations are what messed us up last time.”

You and Todoroki had vowed to try things again one day when he had become more comfortable with himself, as to not wear down your already fragile relationship. It had worked for the most part— mostly thanks to his other best friend Midoriya keeping him centered. You and Todo had become close again in no time at all—pretty much inseparable.

Pretty much.

As your shell broke, mostly due to your friends in class 1-A, you had begun to gravitate towards a certain explosive boy. Bakugou pretty much pulled out a side of you that felt as natural as breathing— like you had been holding your breath for years as you desperately tried to maintain an image of yourself that you thought would protect you, and when you two started dating it was like a weight had been lifted from your lungs.

You would still maintain a calm demeanor for the most part, because it was what made you feel safe, but you could finally expand your lungs again, having some flexibility in the persona.

Honestly the person had completely shattered once Bakugou cheated on you. Much like what had happened to All Might a few years back, your flexing form withered away little by little until you were eventually only able to conjure it in spurts.  

But were you happy about that? You had nothing to hide behind now. You were completely bare and out in the open.

Honestly you were to blame as much as anyone else for that. You saw the signs ahead of time. You just didn’t want to admit it. Bakugou was cold, distant, rude, arrogant, hotheaded, and apparently disloyal. GOD!

Were you an idiot or what? Young you really dumped Prince Charming and got engaged to the fire breathing dragon.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts once more as you raised your eyebrows together and looked at the man trying to keep his distance from you, “Todoroki… we were just kids. There’s nothing else to it.”

“Even so,” he smiled, but you swear that a flash of remorse flew across his expression, “I am just happy that we are friends again. I would be just fine with that for now.”

You reluctantly agreed as you tried to flash him a slight smile.

You and Todoroki had mostly stayed true to your agreement. At first, it was hard. Maybe it was the fact that you guys had been completely starved from each other for an entire year, but the tension that resided over the two of you was almost overwhelming.

Luckily, or unluckly, depending on how you want to look at it, Fae made a fixed habit of interrupting the two of you as soon as tensions became too sweltering. It was almost as if she had a cock blocking quirk. But no, her quirk was printing her thoughts on blank papers, which helped her a lot in her profession: writing.

She would often times come bursting in with her usual, “Oh! I’m sorry! I hope I am not interrupting something!” which the two of you would furiously deny before she would have Todoroki skim over her latest work in literature.

Over time her Cockblocking became less an less, but only because the intense moments became less an less. Time flew very quickly as the passing days where you would find yourselves in awkward, close-proximity situations, moved on to weeks where you would accidentally say something with too much sexuality in your voice, which finally moved on to months where the two of you would only steal lingering glances from one another.

All in all, you two eventually could cohabit without wanting to jump each other’s bones. You went on to working as a high school teacher as usual, he went on to working as a top hero as normal, and everything became rather smooth sailing from there.

Until it didn’t.

“Get the hell out of my way, you IcyHot bastard!!”

“Kachhan, we have to work together if we want to stop this guy!!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP, DEKU!!”

A group of heroes had gathered in the middle of the city square to corner a gigantic kaiju villain with an arbor quirk. The open space would allow for the heroes to minimize the already skyrocketed property damages due to his people-sized thorn projectiles. Ground Zero scoffed as he tried to distance himself from the other heroes and zero in on the villain by himself.

Kirishima frantically scrambled after his best friend. He knew that Bakugou certainly had not been in a good mood that day. He had hardly found any good days with the man since you had left two months ago frankly,

“Hey, Bakugou man, calm down!” Kirishima pleaded as he held his arms up to block his friend from moving closer to the villain, “We’ll never take this guy if you can’t keep your cool and focus!”

“Fucking watch me! I’ll take him down my damn self!” Bakugou threw a warning blast directly in Kirishimas face. Due to his quirk the blast didn’t hurt him at all, but it did send him back a few steps, allowing for Bakugou to move around him, “You think an extra like him is enough to keep top heroes down?!”

Kirishima blinked at his friends choice of words before a huge smile tore across his face, “So you believe in us? That’s thinking like a man, Bakugou!”

“Dammit, stop twisting my words, Kirishima!” the man fumed as his hands crackled angrily, “That’s not what I said, you dumbass!” he finished before Todoroki and Midoriya suddenly appeared by their side.

“Kachhan, you and Todoroki have to flank him from the right while I stay with the long range fighters up front as a distraction!” Izuku commanded. The man must have felt unimaginable pressure in the situation since he was the top hero, “Kirishima! You have to finish leading the evacuation. There are still people that need saving from under the rubble.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!!” Bakugou roared before begrudgingly heading to the right flank alongside Todoroki, “Just stay out of my way,” he growled.

“It likely wont be a problem, since you’ll have trouble keeping up with me anyway,” Todoroki coldly replied as he sped ahead of the blond, sliding on his ice.

“The HELL did you just say?!” The explosive man screeched before using the blasts in his hands to propel himself next to Todoroki again.

Todoroki didn’t even throw him  glance, “Focus on the mission and being so damn irate.”

“Focus on this, asswipe!!” Bakugou roared as he blasted the other man away from him.

“Cut it out.” Todoroki lowly warned as he fixed himself to send the giant tree villain a sharp ice attack. Bakugou simply growled in response,

“Just get out of the way then, half and half bastard,” he seethed as he sent a series of wild explosions toward the villain. They were highly effective but knocked into the ice cage that Todorki had set up, allowing the kaiju to move enough to send a barrage of heavy splinters toward the two.

“LOOK OUT!” Izuku screamed right before the two managed to narrowly doge being impaled to death. The large splinters found their way whizzing past the two, piercing many buildings behind them. Todoroki clenched his fists tightly as crystals began to form on his hand,

“You’re acting like a child!”

“Maybe if your ice wasn’t so damn weak we wouldn’t be in this mess right now!” the blond spat back.

“Just STOP the nonsense, Bakugou!” he screamed very uncharacteristically, “I want to make it back home to Y/N in one piece,” he finished wildly.

Bakugou’s heart immediately shriveled inside of his chest, “What…” as Todoroki stormed back toward the villain, Bakugou felt as if the world around him was moving at a much slower pace and he replayed the other man’s words in his mind again.

Because he couldn’t have heard that right.

It felt as if one of those thorny projectiles had actually managed to stab him in the chest, as he tried to figure out with that damn mismatched loser had tried to insinuate. He loudly growled in frustration as he sent a colossal Howitzer impact towards the giant tree of a man, setting him aflame with a thunderous screech.

Bakugou found himself frozen again as he realized that no matter how loud he screeched, no matter how many things he blasted, this pain would never go away. It had been months and yet it was as if he still had a fresh, life threatening wound.

His faltering gave Todoroki and the other heroes the opportunity that they needed to rush in, extinguish the fire and contain the bad guy.

Bakugou watched the world slowly move around him before he fell limp, grabbing his throbbing wrist. No matter how many times his brain tried to reassess it could only come up with one scenario: you had ended up with Todoroki again—just as he always feared you would.

Bakugou didn’t even realize just how much the back of his eyes stung until Todoroki had spoken up to him once more, “There now was that so difficult?”

The blond kept his eyes low as he silently stormed away from the battle scene, leaving the other heroes baffled and confused as they watched his quiet form stalk away.

After the situation had been properly handled, Kirishima casually came home after work, just as he always did—completely unsuspecting of the shit show that he was about to walk into,

“Bakugou, man! We really could have used you out there for cleanup!”

“The mismatched bastard seemed to think he had everything under control,” he grumbled as he walked away from his sweaty, filthy roommate, “I’m sure even you guys could handle it,” he sneered without throwing him even a glance.

“That’s not the point!” Kirishima argued with furrowed eyebrows as he followed his friend. What the hell was he thinking? It was like Bakugou had completely forgotten all those years of training to be a hero,

“There were people who still needed saving, and you turned your back on them. I mean, you’re lucky no one died, man!” Kirishima had expected the other man to quite literaly explode at his words. The redhead was completely unprepared for the awkward silence that densely sat inbetween the two as Bakugou paused and stared at the ground in front of him.

Kirishima worried for a moment that maybe he had been too hard on his friend before the silence broke.

“Did you know…?” Bakugou finally croaked, “about, Y/N and Todoroki?” he grimaced at the ill feeling that the phrase left in his mouth.

“What?!” Kirishima gasped, “No! of course I didn’t... Seriously!? A-are you sure?” His eyes widened substantially.

“Why the hell would I make something like that up, huh??” Bakugou sharply grabbed Kirishima by the shoulder straps before throwing him against the wall, releasing him.

“Okay, man….” Kirishima cautiously began , “I am just gonna come out at say it! You need to talk about what happened between you and Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he huffed as he stiffly threw his hands into his pocket and walked to his room, slamming the door behind him. Kirishima sighed before walking up to the door,

“Hey Bakugou, I am your friend, man,” he argued into the wooden barrier, “You can talk to me! I can see that it’s eating you up inside. I just want to h—”

“Cut that shit out, Kirishima. I don’t want to talk,” his muffled voice sounded from the other side. Kirishima sharply bit his tongue as he debated on saying what was on his mind.

Fuck it.

“I’ve seen that ring in your pocket,” he breathed, “You still carry it around after all this time. I know you miss her like crazy. She was a great woman to you, but… it might be time to let her go, man,” even his own heart broke at the words that spilled from his lips, but he continued, “How are you supposed to do that if you can’t even talk about what went dow—"

Bakugou suddenly ripped the door back open, revealing his furious expression, “You don’t think I know that? Huh?! I know how amazing she is, fucking shitty hair. I’m the one who dated her remember?!” He screamed in Kirishima’s face, “No matter how many times you fucked her in that pervy little brain of yours, I am the one she slept next to every night. And now??” His voice cracked, “I’m alone every night with my fuck ups eating at me. How I let my soulmate down-- I let everyone down!!” He screeched.

Kirishima could only stand frozen with a horrified expression plastered onto his face, leaving Bakugou to scoff at him,

“Oh, What?! You didn’t think I knew?!” He angrily wiped his teary eyes with the back of his hand, “How you looked at her? How you found every excuse in the book to wedge yourself into our time together? That night, you told me that you didn’t want her to leave us. There is no us, you delusional bastard. It is me and her. Or was,” he angrily threw a quick glance up at the ceiling as he tried to hold back his tears,

“And you cant even spring up that familiy bullshit. Its not exactly the three amigos when you look at her like apiece of meat.”

“Look who’s talking,” Kirishima lowly muttered to himself.

“What the FUCK did you just say?!” Bakugou screeched as he shoved he other man hard into the wall behind him, leaving an obvious crack.

“Look, Bakugou, man, I know that you are hurting right now,” the calmer man began as he hardened and swatted Bakugou’s hands away from him, “but I am not about to feed into your anger, bro. I just want to help.”

“How the hell are you supposed to help me?” Bakugou shoved him again, earning a cautionary glance from Kirishima, “Can you help me erase what the fuck I did!? Can you help me get her back???” he shoved the other man over and over agin.

“You cheated!! I don’t think there is going back from that with her!!” Kirishima loudly blurted finaly.

“What the fuck do you know, loser?!” Bakugou screeched, his voice cracking as the back of his eyes dared to burn from his head. Kirishima walked away rather than try to indulge in his friend’s behavior, but Bakugou wasn’t having it, “Don’t walk away from me, bastard!!” he charged after the man, “Hey! We aren’t finished,” he screamed as he threw a blast directly into Kirishmias face.

His wrists still hurt from his altercation earlier but he didn’t care has he sent a barrage of assaults Kirishima’s way. Kirishima could only throw his arms up and initiate his quirk.

“Fight back dammit,” Bakugou wasn’t even trying to hold his voice back from falling apart anymore as tears agressivly rolled down his cheeks.

After a while of just taking it, Kirishima had finally had enough, “You haven’t even tried to fix things with her!” he erupted before the smack of his hardened fist against Bakugou’s face echoed against the walls, “You’ve just been avoiding everything that you are feeling and bottling it up until it explodes. And then you start all over again. You’re never going to get her back with that cycle!” Bakugou had fallen to the floor but was steadily picking himself back up,

“Shut up!” he snarled as his weakening muscles failed underneath him, sending him back to the floor.

“I mean at least try, man!” kirishima threw exasperated clenched fists into the air, “Do you even care that you’ll never be with her again? Or are you just one big self-pitying party?”

“I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP!!!” Bakugou roared as he sent a final large explosion Kirishima’s way. The redhead could hardly harden in time before the blast reached him.

After the smoke had cleared a hungry flame was revealed.

“Shit, man.” “Fucking hell.”

The two men could only watch in horror as the flames greedily began to eat away at their home, growing and destroying anything in their path.

Meanwhile.

You had a fire of your own to deal with,

“Hot, hot, hottt!!” you tried to ventilate your mouth with sharp sucking breaths as you tasted the gumbo that you were preparing. You were entirely too used to cooking for Katsuki for all those years.

“Hey, Y/N!” you heard Fae’s light voice sound from the front lving room, “Come on out, I would really like for you to meet my little sister before we head out!”

Oh yeah, you had forgotten that she was coming over today. Fae’s sister hardly ever stopped by, but you’d been dying to meet her after all of the funny stories Fae had shared about her,

“Okay coming, just gimme a sec!” You threw a pitying grimace to the pot of food you had been slaving over, “Hope she likes spicy food.” You whispered to yourself before throwing the stove on low and making your way to the living room,

“Sorry, I was just fixing up dinner! Hope you like Gum… bo.” Your word barely managed to find its way out of your mouth as you threw a horrified expression to the nightmare in front of you.

“Y/N, this is my sister, Farrah,” Fae’s sweet smile greatly contrast the soup of hot, disgusting feelings that had been simmering in your pot for two months.

Her sister, Farrah? You mean the same girl you had found pinned to your grandmother’s dresser two month ago.

“H-holy Shit! Sis, this is that crazy bitch I was telling you about!” Farrah anxiously tapped Fae on the shoulder, much like she had Bakugou that night.

Do you tell her about herself and calmly walk away from the situation? Or do you BEAT THAT HO ASS?

YOU DECIDE!

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Born to Live (4/?)

„An ambush...” Tenten panted, still feeling dizzy and exhausted from the fight. “They were ninja from another village.” Naruto raised a brow, seemed confused about the brunette’s assumption. “What?!” Ino asked angrily and more than alarmed. “Are you all okay? Any injuries I need to heal?”

“No, no, we’re alright,” Sakura waved off with a calming smile and moved her eyes to the four bodies. Her green orbs narrowed when she eyed the blank metal of their headbands because she was aware what that meant. “Why do you think they were ninja from another village?” Naruto asked the obvious question, didn’t see how his friend would think that. “Well…,” Sakura started, looking at her best friend. “Just look at their headbands, Naruto. They’re blank.”

The pinkette pointed at the covered head of one of the dead ninjas. “Ninjas with blank headbands are known for being spies from other villages who travel to other places to gain information… or to cause trouble. Like beginning a fight or assassinate a prey. They didn’t carve any symbol on their headbands to cover their heritage so they can hide where they’re from.” The fox ninja nodded understandingly and heard how Ino slapped her forehead. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed. “And we overkilled those motherfuckers!” “AAAH! Dammit, you’re right, dattebayo!”

“It’s alright,” Tenten appeased, trying to calm everyone down whereas Kiba nodded. “Yeah. ‘Cause we know who’s behind that sneaky shit.” “We do?” Naruto asked incredulously. “Who was it?” “What do you think? Those Konoha-bastards, who else?”, the brown haired ninja barked. “But why?”, the pinkette leader wondered and earned looks that basically screamed ‘Seriously?’’ “Uhm… because they’re bastards..?” Naruto offered her, as if it were too obvious not no notice. “I’m aware,” the pinkette deadpanned dryly. “I just mean… It’s not like them. After all, Uchiha Sasuke declared war and even set a damn DATE, shannaro! Why would they attack us? Bastards or not, Konoha doesn’t fight dirty.” Sakura really couldn’t think of a plan that Sasuke might followed, as much as she tried. “Why blank headbands though? Everyone knows that Konoha declared war, so why would he cover up an assassination mission? “ she continued. “There’s no reason for them to hide, wouldn’t you agree?” “Maybe they did it so other villagers won’t recognize them and warn us?” Tenten offered who still understood where Sakura was coming from. “I think Kiba’s right, though. Konoha-nins are known for being manipulative and sneaky fighters who like to discover their rivals weak points and disable them before a fight.” Ino nodded, made it obvious that she too shared her theory. “Totally agree. They want to destroy us from the inside.” Her blue eyes lingered on the dead bodies and Ino scoffed smugly, folding her arms before her chest. “Well, they tried, I’ll give them that.” “I guess you’re right,” the pinkette sighed, accepting of the only logical explanation. Of course Konoha would use dirty tricks to weaken Timea and demonstrate their power, of course they would try to kill the most powerful ninjas of her homeland. God, that Uchiha was one hell of a bastard, shannaro! “However, we need to make sure to keep unexpected guests outside Timea. I think we should send Rayo and his team to guard the borders.” “I’ll tell him as soon as I can,” Kiba promised, earning a thankful smile from his comrade. “Thank you, Kiba.” “Okay guys, we should go back and rest, dattebayo” A loud yawn escaped his lips and Naruto stretches his arms, making it more than obvious how tired he was. “Naruto’s right. Come on, tomorrow’s a big day- MPH!” To Sakura’s surprise, Tenten covered the Yamanaka’s mouth with her hand, choking her in the process which looked pretty hilarious to her, however, she raised her brows in astonishment because Tenten was actually a calm person in general. “Well… yeah. We should rest. All of us need to sleep, the shades under our eyes look scary to be honest,”, Kiba smiled before he and Naruto grabbed Sakura and pulled her towards the camp. And Sakura could’ve sworn that she heard Tenten calling Ino a blabbering waterwall… “But I’m hungry, shannaro!” .

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Sakura was a passionate , hotheaded fighter through and through, however, there were days were she worked as a medic in Timea-gakure. During those days, she worked with Rin Sensei, Ino and other medics to help injured and ill people who were far more important than training to her. But she still didn’t understand why Naruto and Tenten forced her to spend her time in the hospital even though there weren’t any emergency that needed her special attention. Were they trying to get rid of her? “Whooo, look who I found!” The female leader turned to the sudden male voice and immediately recognized the attractive face of Leo, a good looking, brown haired playboy she knew for years. That guy wasn’t just an exceptional shinobi with impressive strength, he was also capable of handling every single surgery which required perfect precision. He was a master surgeon and saved thousands without breaking a single sweat which made him one of the most valuable members of Timea’s army. “Leo. Good to see you, I really need those chakra results of patient 233-” “I already took care of him and told him he’s free to go, pinky. I stitched him up so good, he even started his training session,”, he interrupted with a big grin on his face. “Oh wow, uhm… wow,” the pinkette stammered impressed, making her way to the next patient with Leo by her side. “I mean, that’s really impressive, Leo. You’re a real pro.” “You know what else is impressive, pinky?”, the latter asked. “That a woman like you doesn’t have good enough taste to spend a few nice hours with a man like me. I can’t be the only one who feels the sexual tension between us.” Oh for God’s sake, not again. “Hey Leo? You like your penis, right?” Hearing those calm words, Leo blinked a few times, looking totally surprised about that question. “Yeah..?” “Would you still like it If I cut it off and stuffed it down your throat?” . . .

“No-” “Yeaaah, that’s what I thought. But that’s exactly what’s going to happen should you ever call me ‘pinky’ again, champ,” she explained matter of factly. “And by the way, I’m not your type,” she waved off, looking unimpressed while she kept walking, earning a dumbfounded look from the brunette. “Sakura. Women ARE my type!” “Forget it.” “Ah, come on! One night with me and you’re world will shake.” “I already told you, I’m not gonna sleep with you,”, was her dry reply, sounding disinterested. “More important, how did you manage all those surgeries? I mean… staying up for three days must be pretty hard even for you.” Sakura tried to change the subject, however, Leo snickered lowly, giving her a devilish grin. “You wanna know what else is hard..?” “Hey! Careful, Romeo. Shut it,” Sakura warned. “Sakura, come on. I find you really hot and you know I can’t concentrate with thoughts like that. Give me one night.” “You know who else is hot? My girlfriend,” the pinkette claimed whereas Leo looked comically surprised. Wait… Did that mean..? “You’re right, Leo. I’m a lesbian. Totally gay,” she confirmed Leo’s thoughts. “And my gay, mannish, rough girlfriend Earl -yes, her name is Earl- really wouldn’t appreciate a man like you coming at me like that. She likes to get out her metal hammer and smash every guys head who approaches me. You know, after she started taking those pills and since she got that new penis and her voice started changing, she seems a little energetic. Such an attractive trait…,” Sakura raved, acting like a girl in love. Leo looked totally shocked, not knowing if his comrade was joking or not. “Now If you excuse me, I gotta go. My patient is waiting.” Before Leo could utter any words, the kunoichi turned around and kept walking, leaving the tall shinobi behind who just stared at her retreating back in astonishment. She shock was written all over his face because that was the last thing Leo could’ve ever expected. He then walked to his next patient, shaking his head disbelievingly. . .

. “Earl..?” ………………………………………………………………………………………..

“Oh my God, Sakura, you’re here. The only person next to Tenten I respect.” Yamanaka Ino was one of the most powerful kunoichis of Timea who possessed healing abilities that every ninja barely could dream of. The blonde joined the army a year ago and helped Sakura with her knowledge about medical nin-jutsu. And right now, the Yamanaka was trying to take care of Shino who suffered from a severe injury. “Goddammit, Shino! How in the world did you manage to ram that nail through your palm, shannaro?!” The nail impaled his Hand completely and to all that, it was stuck in a big piece of wood which looked really painful. “I just wanted to help building a new cottage…,” was Shino’s quite, apologetic explanation whereas Sakura nodded, noting every word down. “It’s okay, Shino. We’ll deal with that...” Fast and with perfect precision, Sakura pushed two specific areas on Shino’s palm which caused his skin to glow in a soft green right before Shino felt no pain anymore which made Ino give Sakura a proud smirk. “Seriously, forehead. Your chakra-blocking is fucking crazy.” “Heh, you’re making me blush, Ino-pig. Thanks,” Sakura replied with her cheeks indeed becoming a little redder. To be honest, the sarcastic, moody, scaring Ino wasn’t known for giving anyone compliments, moreover, the blonde kunoichi only shared her soft side with her female members if her group. And her patients of course. “Hey guys, you won’t believe what just hap- Oh my God, this is disgusting.” Kiba suddenly appeared and he seemed caught off guard after he realized how grotesque Shino’s injury looked. “What the...-” “Oh, don’t worry, it looks worse than it actually is. I just blocked his chakra and numbed his pain and due to the fortunate fact that his bones weren’t pierced in the process-” Sakura stopped when Ino and her witnessed Kiba breathing heavily, his eyes becoming a little too… heavy as dizziness was making him weaker and weaker with each second. “Oh Lord, she’s losing consciousness. Let’s show her the bloody side!” Ino smirked who just loved teasing the shinobi whenever she could which was the reason why she hold Shino’s numb, injured hand and started to wave right in front oh his face. “Well look at that, Tina, that’s his palm nailed to this bloody piece of wood. Look close, it’s bleeding like hell, it SNAPPED like a bitch! Look at it, touch it, LICK THE TIP!” Kiba’s dizziness worsened and not a second later, the poor ninja fainted and fall straight in the floor, not seeing Sakura’s pitiful smile when Ino started laughing at him. “Why are you always so mean to him?”, she jokingly demanded whereas Ino simply shrugged. “She’s gotta learn how to deal with tough situations,”, Ino answered, not showing any remorse as she grabbed her bloody glove and threw it at Kiba’s head. “Don’t you worry about her, she’ll be arlight.” . . . ………………………………………..………………………………………… “Rayo is up to something.” Naruto and Tenten were walking through the market, looking for a birthday gift for Sakura who had no idea that her team was planning to surprise her with a little party. With the war coming nearer with each passing day, the group knew that enjoying their last days in peace and freedom were valuable, not to mention that Sakura would never think about her own birthday in times like this. She was a dedicated leader and didn’t care about anything but building a beautiful village without any dangers from outside. “Rayo? What do you mean?” Tenten asked with a raised brow. “Did you two have a fight again?” “No, not this time,” Naruto grinned sheepishly, knowing that he had to be calmer and more mature. But Rayo made it really hard for him, so she shouldn’t blame him for that. “I don’t know, he’s really weird lately, dattebayo.” “He always is.” “I know. But I just… I don’t know, I’m getting more and more bitch vibes from that. I just don’t trust him, ya know?” Tenten listened to him patiently, waited until he was done and tilted her head to look at him directly. “Naruto, he’s a timea-nin, a shinobi who fought with us against horrible enemies. He’s a bastard, there’s no doubt here, but you shouldn’t think too much about him. What’s the worst he can do? Shout and scream at us?” Naruto scoffed and knew she was right. Maybe he really was reading too much into it. “Come on, tell me what else is bugging you,” she suddenly demanded, earning a surprised look. “You’ve been acting really strange this morning. Is there anything you want to tell me?” Naruto seemed a little off this morning which was uncommon for the fox ninja who’s usually in such a good mood that even a war couldn’t change it. “You dodged Sakura’s question earlier, Naruto, but I’m a little more persistent. Tell me.” “Heh. You ability to read people is getting better and better. Kinda scary,” he joked. Tenten didn’t get distracted and folded her arms before her chest, waiting for Naruto to tell her about his problem without saying much. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” she commented dryly, making him laugh. “It was.” Naruto sighed because he knew that keeping everything bottled up wasn’t actually his piece of cake. It just didn’t suit him, so he gave up and started giving her the answer that he denied his pink haired best friend. “Well, I had a few bad nights, is all”, he started and didn’t see the confusion in her face. “What do you mean? Can’t you sleep properly?” she pressed which caused Naruto to lool dejected. “No. I’m having those weird dreams… about Sakura, dattebayo..-” “Sex dreams?” Immediately, Narutos entire face flamed of shame, his cheeks were a burning red and he looked like he saw a ghost. “ARE YOU CRAZY?” he shrieked, making Tenten close her hurting ear. He definitely knew how to hollow, really. “I do NOT HAVE sex dreams of Sakura, of course! That would be disgusting, dattebayo!” Seriously, they were like brother and sister, Naruto would never dare to see Sakura like… like a woman he could desire!

Disgusting!

“Calm down, calm down, it was just a question. Jeez…,” Tenten shrugged off his screams of terror. However, it was kind of interesting to see that even Uzumaki Naruto could feel immense shame and the brunette made sure to remember that next time he would mess with her. “What kind of dreams are haunting you then?” she asked the obvious question which made Naruto look dejected again. “Well… I saw her crying,” ha started thoughtfully. “More than that, she was crying, sobbing as if someone ripped her heart out, Tenten. She didn’t say anything, I just saw her crying her eyes out, she seemed so...-” There weren’t words accurate enough to describe the sadness and the bitterness in Sakura’s eyes, not to mention the countless tears she shed. “And she looked different, dattebayo,” he added a little confused. “What do you mean ‘different’?” “Her hair was much shorter than now. It reached her shoulders and-” “She had short hair when she was 16, Naruto. Maybe-” This time, Naruto interrupted her. “No, that’s not it.” Naruto knew that Sakuta preferred to wear her hair short when she was 16 because it didn’t bother her during training sessions. Apparently, she found it more practical like that, but she let it grow again.

“This Sakura from my dream wasn’t 16. I’d say she was about 23 or 24 years old. But that’s not all,” he said, finding those dreams even more suspect when he talked about them. “Her clothes were also different. In my dreams, Sakura wore a green dress and… I don’t know, Tenten, but it looked like this Sakura came from another… village?” What really bugged him was the fact that seeing this version of Sakura kind of felt.. familiar. “Sakura never wears dresses, Tenten. And the way she cried… It broke my heart, dattebayo...” That picture, that showed Sakura who seemed so bitter, so horribly sad and broken had burnt itself into his brain, clouding his mind like a thick fog. She was sitting on the green grass, her skin far too pale, her dry lips shaking and her orbs red and wet from all those burning tears she had shed. Her sobs were so intense, so loud and broken that it made it impossible for her to say a single word. The young woman seemed alone, broken, as If someone burnt her whole world, taken everything and everyone that was important to her. But he couldn’t do anything to help her, Naruto couldn’t reach out to Sakura.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up,” Tenten comforted him, giving him a soft pat on his back. “Sakura is stressed because of her secret leadership, not to mention that Uchiha Sasuke declared war. It’s a fact that Sakura doesn’t live like the average woman, that might be the reason why she wore a dress in your dreams”, she offered him a simple explanation. “I mean, we all are pretty worked up, Naruto. Try to relax once in a while and don’t pay too much attention to your nightmares. They’re just dreams that have nothing to do with reality.” Naruto took in a deep breath and sighed, finally accepting Tenten’s comfort and gave her a thanking smile. “Thanks, Tenten”, the Uzumaki grinned.

“No need to thank me. I really don’t like you being too serious and sad. Now come on, we have to hurry before Sakura finds out about the birthday party.” Oh. Right, that was happening right now. “Ah, shit, you’re right! Ino’s gonna behead us if we don’t make it in time!” If there was one thin Naruto and Tenten feared from the bottom of their hearts… It was Yamanaka Ino’s temper. .

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Soundless and secretly, a brown haired shinobi sneaked through the darkness over the borders in the empty land between Konoha and Timea, a land that belonged no one. However, the shinobi wasn’t running away from the upcoming war for he was about to meet one of the most powerful ninja in the word, without paying a single thought to the horrendous treasure he was about to commit. His eyes flashed angrily over the mere thought of the oh so mighty leader of Timea, which was nothing but a facade of a little, weak woman. A girl. He still couldn’t fathom the mere idea of her being the great leader. The dark haired ninja couldn’t believe that it was Haruno Sakura who made herself the leader and actually acted like one. A weak woman had it in her to betray not only her own army, but also every other village who respected Timea’s new power without giving even the slightest suspicions. Who in the world would’ve ever thought a woman without any special traits or power could create a whole army? He sure didn’t. It was a real challenge to sneak away from the others, however, the traitorous ninja didn’t care at all. No, his goal lay right behind the borders of Konoha-gakure, the village that declared war without giving at least a single reason, much less an explanation. “Behold!” Suddenly, the shinobi was surrounded, facing three ninjas who seemed alarmed and ready to fight and it didn’t take an expert to know that these men belonged to Konoha’s guards. The brown haired ninja showed no fear whatsoever nor was he scared in any way because he was here for a reason, a plan he had in mind. “I am a shinobi from Timea,” he introduced himself and he could saw their narrowing gazes. After all, they were a few days left until war which made it more than understandable that his sudden visit was not appreciated. “What do you want?”, one of the guards hissed, making him roll his eyes. God, that was so annoying. “I have to talk to your hokage,” the shinobi demanded without showing emotion. “There is something I need to tell him. You could say… interesting information.” For a moment they seemed to consider his words but suddenly, the shinobi felt a strong chakra signature. Another ninja appeared, walking towards the new visitor as he watched him with light eyes that were shining in the same color as the moon. Pearl colored eyes were watching him like a hawk, the man seemed to analyze him with obvious distrust. He wore white clothing, his blown hair was long and his skin pale. However, his light eyes were enough for him to know who he was dealing with. Definitely a Hyuuga. Hyuuga Neji. “What would a timea-nin possibly want from us?”, Neji directly asked, analyzing the stranger with narrowed eyes to make sure this wasn’t a hidden ambush. “Or are you the mysterious leader of Timea..?” “You are mistaken. I am not our leader,” the brown haired ninja immediately denied. “I came to talk to Uchiha Sasuke,” he continued, not a bit backing down. “For what reason exactly?”, Neji asked with calm distrust. “If you want to talk about the fight, then I have to disappoint you. Sasuke-sama won’t change is mind, you would just waste valuable time.” “I believe what I have to say to your hokage is of high importance,” he pressed. “There is no reason for you to distrust me for I have left my homeland.” Neji saw no lies nor regrets in his eyes but for some reason he still believed him. “What would your hokage say If I told him that the identity of Timea’s leader is no longer a well hidden secret..?” Hearing those words, Neji widened his eyes, seeming surprised for he was told that no one knew the real name of the all mighty leader of Timea, not even their own army. Could it be a trap? A foul trick to attack Konoha? No, he doubted that. Timea was far too powerful and smart to send a single ninja, that wouldn’t make any sense. That’s why Neji finally nodded, accepting the ninja’s offer. “What is your dame?” Neji demanded with controlled voice whereas the stranger gave him a little smirk. “My name is Rayo...” .

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::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Alright… I did it. I kicked my butt and I… well… yeah, I tried, okay? I don’t feel good about this, I don’t like my english chapters but I still want to share my stories with my SasuSaku family and… yeah. I know it’s still a little boring and all but TRUST me- Things are gonna be crazy. Typos are all little presents from me to you, so please keep them ^.^ And please, don’t be too harsh, English is my third language and... Yeah. I’m still trying hehe Xoxo Fifi-Uchiha! By the way, here’s the linkt to the whole ff. And you can find the other chapters on my tumblr account, just use the ‘born to live’ tag :D

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13201822/1/Born-to-Live

[messinwitheddie]

Lich kind of a shithead huh?

Understatement. Lich became a monster and a tyrant once given Tallest power even by Irken standards. His favorite pastime was tormenting anyone he deemed weaker than him, especially his female servants. He hated women; he considered Irken females to be distracting and unneccessary. He was impatient, hotheaded and lacked any sense of empathy.

He visited the smeeteries once. Since then, his memory is the closest equivalent to a boogie man that Irken Smeets have. Smeet care drones threaten the Mother control brain will send a physical projection of Lich to impale them/ bite their heads off if they misbehave.

(His character was inspired by the song "Black Widow" by Alice Cooper)

[loadity]

The top 20 Arnold Schwarzenegger movie quotes

Here is a look at some of Arnie's most memorable film quotes full of both machismo and puns.

1 - “I’ll be back!” [The Terminator, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Commando, The Running Man, Twins, Total Recall, Last Action Hero]

2 - “Consider that a divorce!” [After shooting his fake wife Sharon Stone in the head – Total Recall]

3 - “If it bleeds, we can kill it.” [Predator]

4 - “Hasta la vista, baby!” [Terminator 2: Judgment Day]

5 - “I let him go.” [After dropping a man off a cliff – Commando]

6 - “He had to split.” [After cutting Buzzsaw in half with his own chainsaw – The Running Man]

7 - “What a hothead!” [After blowing up Fireball with his own flamethrower tank – The Running Man]

8 - “What a pain in the neck.” [After strangling Sub-Zero with barbed wire – The Running Man]

9 - “Here’s your Sub-Zero… now plain zero.” [After strangling Sub-Zero with barbed wire – The Running Man]

10 “Let off some steam.” [After impaling Bennett on a steam pipe – Commando]

11 “Stick around.” [After pinning a man to a tree with a knife – Predator]

12 “Knock-knock.” [After smashing a door down – Predator]

13 “Come with me if you want to live.” [Terminator 2: Judgment Day]

14 “I’m not into politics, I’m into survival.” [The Running Man]

15 “What is best in life? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women!”[Conan the Barbarian]

16 “I eat Green Berets for breakfast. And right now, I’m very hungry!” [Commando]

17 “You’ve just been erased.” [Eraser]

18 “You’re a funny guy Sully, I like you. That’s why I’m going to kill you last.” [Commando]

19 “I lied.” [After not killing Sully last – Commando]

For plenty more action content, check out www.loadity.com.

[magicmastered]

What Universe does Thor: Ragnarok Take Place In? Part One

Let’s be clear. If you like Thor: Ragnarok, or don’t want to see criticism of it, I suggest that you: a) don’t read this, b) filter your tags, c) block me, or d) some combination of the above. Now that we have that out of the way....

A cinematic universe (like the MCU) is a set of movies that all take place in the same fictional universe and share continuity with each other. This means that they share characters, settings, and timelines with other movies in that cinematic universe. To give a recurring character in a cinematic universe contradictory timelines and/or personality traits is to violate the entire point of having a cinematic universe.

Thor: Ragnarok is labeled and marketed as an MCU film. Certainly it shares some settings with other MCU movies, and some characters have the same names and faces. However, that’s as far as it goes. Several characters that T:R shares with other MCU films have noticeably altered personalities, inexplicable within the fictional universe. Two even have different and contradictory backstories. Continuity is destroyed.

Allow me to explain.

I’ll start with the backstories. Thor and Loki’s specifically, beginning from the start of the movies.

According to the interviews and commentary from Thor (2011) and a book about the movie (I believe it’s called Thor: Heroes and Villains), Loki has always tried to be a good son and brother to Odin and Thor respectively. He usually talks Thor out of bad situations. Loki got a rough deal compared to Thor, who didn’t know what ‘no’ meant. As shown in the movie and deleted scenes, criminal activity is something new to him (“Loki’s always been one for mischief, but this is something else entirely”). He prefers to negotiate rather than fight (he talked to Laufey before Thor could make things violent, and would’ve gotten everyone out safely if not for Thor’s temper and bloodlust), and though he’s a skilled fighter, he doesn’t enjoy it. Loki looks out for Thor and co. (he saves Fandral and Sif during the Jotunheim fight, and he references a battle where he got them all to safety by hiding them). He thinks ahead to make sure things work out safely (he tells a guard to tell Odin that they were going to Jotunheim). As a child, he was quiet, curious, and insecure. Odin raised him and Thor to believe that both of them had a chance for the throne, but only one of them would get it—implicitly, whichever of them was ‘worthier’.

The next part of the timeline review will focus more on Loki, considering that it’s more relevant to the topic. I’ll keep motives listed with actions where they fit, seeing as they’re a major issue (as I’ll expand upon later).

(I’m leaving out details of the interrupted coronation because I plan to write a meta on the subject at a later date.) The Jotuns were let into the weapons vault to interrupt Thor’s coronation; his reaction was meant to show (as it did) whether or not he was ready to rule. Loki, when he told the guard to fetch Odin, had no idea that Thor would get banished; he looked shocked and told Sif and the Warriors Three as much.

Upon receiving a major hint that he’s a Jotun, a race Odin raised him to hate and fear, Loki confronts Odin about it in the weapons’ vault. Odin falls into the Odinsleep. Frigga gives Loki the throne, since he’s next in line (this is how succession works, for those who don’t know—king, crown prince, any younger princes). Loki, having had his identity, already mangled self-worth, and entire life shaken to the core, decides to use this power to prove to Odin that he’s a worthy son. This means he needs Thor out of the way, so he tells Thor that Odin’s dead and his banishment is permanent to ensure that he doesn’t try to return. It means he needs to control everything happening on Asgard to make sure whatever else he does goes as planned, so he orders Heimdall to let no one through the Bifrost and tells Sif and the W3 to stay put. It also means he has to do something drastic that Odin can’t not notice. Maybe something to do with ending the war that Odin was so angry about. So Loki goes to Jotunheim and invites Laufey to come to Asgard with a few guards to ‘kill Odin’, intending to kill the Jotun king—his blood father—to save Odin’s life. The ‘assassination attempt’ will provide him with the solid reason he needs to erase any doubt that he’s really Asgardian, and to end the war as Odin’s family has been venerated for ending wars for the last couple generations. Genocide. He can’t be a Jotun if there aren’t any Jotuns left.

(Side note: I realize that genocide is wrong. That’s not the point. The point is that Loki doesn’t, since everyone he’s been taught to look up to has either done it or attempted it; it’s literally part of the culture he grew up in. I’m not excusing him for it, I’m explaining him.)

But then Heimdall, Sif, and the W3 commit treason. Now he’s got problems. He takes care of Heimdall himself (notably Heimdall struck first), but Sif and the W3 are on Earth already, where Thor is. They tell Thor that Loki’s betrayed them. Thor’s shocked; it’s unlike Loki. Loki panics and sends the Destroyer to stop them before they can bring Thor back. Thor assumes that the Destroyer’s there for him. Loki, now angry as well, has the Destroyer backhand him in frustration (it’s arguable whether or not he meant the blow to be deadly). Well, he’s probably kept them on Earth for now, but he has to hurry things up. He brings Laufey over and kills him just as he’s about to kill Odin. But then Thor shows up and he’s angry. Loki blasts Thor through a wall to buy himself from time and initiates genocide-by-Bifrost. Thor comes back and tries to stop him, despite the fact that he was trying to get the same result three days earlier. Loki, visibly breaking down, can’t stop now—he’s desperate, he’s rapidly lost his mind, and his brother is trying to stop him from doing the one thing he thinks will finally make Odin acknowledge him. So he fights Thor. Thor eventually hits the Bifrost hard enough to break it. Odin wakes up and catches them both before they hit the black-hole-looking thing the Bifrost made. Loki pleads for his approval; Odin rejects him. Loki gives up and commits suicide.

Unfortunately for him, he has absurdly terrible luck, so he not only survives falling into the black hole-looking thing, but falls through who-knows-how much space after it and proceeds to land where Thanos finds him. Since he shows up with what looks like burn marks in a deleted scene, appears in his next movie with visible signs of heatstroke, and the interview quotes describing his experience go like...

“...it was like the worst place imaginable...”

“[he had]...several brushes with death...”

“...was like being captured in a terrorist cell...”

“Anything that would’ve happened to a runaway child who ran into the wrong people, happened to him.” (or something like this. I don’t remember the exact quote, but it’s to this general effect.)

“Harrowing, and scarring for life...”

...he has a really bad time. Considering that Thanos has a thing for torture (check out GOTG 1 and 2 and Infinity War), it’s pretty safe to assume that’s what happened. It certainly explains how Loki goes from wanting to die to claiming to want to rule Earth. And he’s in for worse if he doesn’t deliver up the Tesseract (“You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain”). Hence, Avengers (2012).

Odin becomes relevant for a moment here. Fast-forward to Loki’s trial. Odin condemns Loki far more harshly than he did Thor for almost the same crimes.

Fast-forward to the Second Battle of Svartalfheim in Thor: The Dark World. Kursed’s beating Thor into the ground. Loki’s just finished off the other Dark Elves who were still there. He sees that Thor’s in trouble, grabs a Dark Elf blade, and stabs Kursed all the way through the back and chest with it. (I’m not sure if he grabbed the implosion weapon from another Dark Elf or if it was just hanging on Kursed’s belt.) Kursed turns around and impales him (note the solid body) on the end of the blade. Loki activates the implosion device, when he can’t know that Kursed will toss him away before it goes off. Thor cradles his (solid!) body, and Loki seemingly dies.

Later, Loki heals to some degree. What now? If he goes back to Asgard with Thor, Odin will either have him executed or throw him back in solitary confinement for the rest of his life. Odin will punish Thor and co. severely as well. If Loki doesn’t go back to Asgard at all, he could run into Thanos. That means he has to go back to Asgard, but he also needs Odin out of the way. So he returns to Asgard in the form of a guard and overpowers Odin. Thor thinks he’s dead. If he lets Thor spread the word, Thanos will stop looking for him. Thor’s handled his death before. He allows Thor to keep thinking that he died honorably.

Now. Thor: Ragnarok.

According to Thor: Ragnarok, Loki’s been trying to kill Thor for his entire life. He’s been stabbing Thor for no reason since he was eight. Thor patiently puts up with this. Odin does nothing about it. Loki betrays Thor constantly. Loki completely faked his death. The only reason Loki’s ever had for doing things is that he’s a trickster and can’t help himself.

What?!

How can Loki have tried to kill Thor for his whole life when he’s always tried to be a good son and brother?

How can Loki stab Thor for no reason while being the quiet, reasonable one who doesn’t like fighting?

How could Thor patiently put up with Loki’s assaults when he’s always been hotheaded and violent?

How could Odin ignore Loki stabbing Thor all the time when he favors Thor and doesn’t let Loki get away with anything?

How could Loki betray Thor constantly when his betrayal in Thor (2011) clearly comes as a massive shock to Thor?

How could Loki have completely faked his death when the solidity of the body that Kursed grabbed and that Thor held make it impossible for the death to have been an illusion?

How could his only reason for doing things be that he’s “a trickster” and “can’t help himself” when his reasons, as stated above, range from wanting to prove himself to Odin (killing Laufey; attempted genocide on Jotunheim), keeping Thor out of the way (lying about Odin’s death), avoiding torture (Avengers (2012)), utter desolation (suicide attempt), delivering punishment for treason (freezing Heimdall, sending the Destroyer), and protecting himself and Thor and co. (taking out Odin and keeping his survival secret)?

Both statements in each set cannot simultaneously be true.

Thor: Ragnarok contradicts the prior MCU. There is no continuity.

With no continuity, there can be no cinematic universe.

@lucianalight? You said you were interested?

[greenteafiend]

hi! i'm loving your badthingshappen series!! are you still taking requests? if you are, can I get "human shield" with pidge and keith? maybe this time it could be pidge who protects keith? but i would love it either way, your writing is beautiful <3

Here you go anon, hope you like it :)

@badthingshappenbingo

And also, a bit late but @keithgenuary for Pidge, day 12.

Even though Pidge only has a split second to make her decision, it is an easy one to make.

These are the facts:

The Galra is aiming for Keith’s head.

If Keith gets shot in the head, he will die.

If Keith doesn’t die, he will most certainly be rendered unconscious at the very least, and will therefore be unable to make it back to his lion under his own power.

Paladin training has made Pidge stronger, but Keith is heavy. It’s doubtful that she’d be able to move him anywhere quickly.

Even if she does manage to outrun their enemies while carrying an unconscious/possibly dead Keith, she can’t pilot Red, the lion that is their ride out of here.

When leads to her justifications:

She can move, and take the shot somewhere that isn’t her head, like her shoulder or something.

She probably won’t immediately die from a blaster wound in the shoulder.

If that renders her unconscious, it won’t matter because—

She is a tiny human—as loathe as she is to admit it—and Keith is strong. She had no doubt that he can carry her and run if necessary.

Keith is the Red Paladin, the Red Lion is his to fly.

So Pidge jumps in front of him, and the world explodes into pain.

—

“Pidge!” Keith screams. Watching her fall feels like slow motion. Her knees hit the ground first, and then she tips forwards, torso following. The thud reverberates through the inside of Keith’s skull, and then Pidge lays still. Dangerously still. Everything inside of Keith contracts in horror and denial.

No—

He barely feels the motions he goes through to end the fight. Slash the sentry in front of him, pivot and hurl his whole fucking bayard at the one across the room that had aimed for him, but hit Pidge. Shot Pidge.

The force of the throw impales the sentry through the chest, right up to the hilt, and it goes down, but Keith doesn’t wait to watch it fall.

He scrambles to Pidge’s side, rolls her over onto her front, and gasps.

His hands curl into fists and he swears viciously under his breath, because this looks bad.

The shot blew clear through her armor, leaving the edges blackened, and blood seeps out of the hole like water out of busted pipe.

Should have been me.

Her eyes are wet and clouded with pain and confusion.

This is my fault.

“K-Keith?” she stammers weakly, trying to raise herself, only to fall back with a pained gasp.

“I’m—I’m gonna get you out of here,” Keith vows.  

Without thinking about it, he raises an arm in the direction of his bayard, and it materializes in his hand. He’s never done that before, but it doesn’t matter. Time is of the essence.

He gathers up Pidge’s limp body, trying to be careful, trying not to jostle her injury, but still, she fights him.

“Ow! Hurts—p-put—lemme down—” she cries, words slurred, squirming weakly.

“I’m sorry,” says Keith, hitching her higher in his arms so that he can run.

She whimpers, a pained sound that reaches directly into Keith’s chest cavity to stab at his heart. But he can’t stop, no matter how much she begs, or tells him it hurts.

“Just stay with me, you’re gonna be okay,” Keith urges.

He runs so fast he’s practically flying.

—

Pidge’s memories after that are fuzzy and indistinct. An outraged growl. Panicked words urging her to keep her eyelids open—they feel so heavy. Being lifted, weightless, as fire and agony assail her shoulder. Struggling against it, trying to push it away.

And then blissful cold, dark, nothing.

—

When proper consciousness returns to her, she is falling out of a cryopod, and into directly into Shiro’s arms. He hugs her tightly, with a desperation that surprises her.

“Is she okay?” That’s Keith, and he sounds impatient.

“She’s fine, number four.” It sounds like that is not the first time Coran had said those words.   

Shiro finally steps back, holding her at arm’s length.

“You gave us a scare,” he says. 

“We’re so glad to see you back on your feet,” says Allura, stepping forward to gently press her glasses back onto her face. 

It lets her see that behind them the whole team is assembled. They were all worried enough to be here, waiting for her to get out… it makes Pidge feel warm.

“I knew Keith had everything under control,” she says, grinning.

To her surprise, her words make Keith’s face crumple in distress, and then he covers his face with both hands as his shoulders start to silently shake.

Pidge can only stare at him in shock, because—is Keith—? Is he crying?  

Hunk sets a hand on Keith’s back, giving him a comforting pat, and Lance says “There, there, mullet, she’s fine,” and they are the first words Pidge has ever heard Lance say to the other boy that contain no hints of meanness or teasing.

Pidge stumbles forward unsteadily until she’s right in front of him.

“Keith?”  

Keith sniffs, and lowers his hands, revealing red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

“That shot was for me, they were aiming for me, but you—you—” he hides his face in his hands again.

“They were aiming at your head specifically,” Pidge points out, and then she starts to ramble, scratching the back of her head because this is awkward. Keith is their resident emo hotheaded loner, and here he is crying. Over her.

“I’d do it again, you know. I knew a shot to the shoulder wouldn’t kill me, and I knew you’d get me out of there, and I couldn’t fly Red anyways so we’d have—oof.”  

Keith lunges forward and swallows her up in a hug.

“Don’t do that again,’ he growls, squeezing her so tightly she can barely breathe.

More arms pile around them as everyone joins in on the hug.

“But… thank you,” Keith whispers, just to Pidge.

[novalothario-blog]

◟ * ◊ ─ believe it or not nova belongs to the lothario family. they are 28 years of age and are known to usually spend their time around the lothario warehouses. the drug dealer has been living in victoria for their entire life. the people closest to them describe the bisexual leo to be +loyal and +courageous as well as -hotheaded and -abrasive » ◦ ° 

Whaddup? I’m Elle, and I’m tired as hell while writing this. Forgive me if things don’t make sense!!! Not that I make much sense when I’m not tired tbh. I’m super excited to be here, and super excited to interact with y’all! Here’s some info about my trash baby, Nova.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Nova Andromeda Lothario PRONUNCIATION: No·vuh  An·dro·muh·duh  Luh·thaa·ree·ow MEANING: Nova is a name that is Latin as well as Natvie American. In Latin the meaning is "new”. In Hopi it means "chasing butterflies".  NICKNAME(S): Nov  PREFERRED NAME(S): Nova BIRTH DATE: August 17th 1990 AGE: Twenty-eight ZODIAC: Leo GENDER: Cis female. PRONOUNS: She/her  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: White  CURRENT LOCATION: Florida, America

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Victoria, Florida SOCIAL CLASS: Upper ADOPTED?: Nope FAMILY?: She has her family around, but she doesn’t agree with everything they do, so tries to distance herself sometimes CHILDREN: None, and she would rather impale herself than have kids right now PET(S): A Dogue de Bordeaux and a bearded dragon

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Drug dealing SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Her family SPENDING HABITS: Nova likes to buy flashy motorcycles and the latest technology. She doesn’t really spend a lot of money on other things MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Her doggo and motorcycles

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 8/10 SPEED: 7/10. INTELLIGENCE: 8/10 AGILITY: 8/10 STAMINA: 7/10 TEAMWORK: 5/10 TALENTS: She doesn’t think she has any, but she’s creative, and she can make people laugh when she’s not in a bad mood LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, French, Italian DRIVE?: Yes JUMP-START A CAR?: No CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Yes, she can play the drums and guitar PLAY CHESS?: No BRAID HAIR?: Yes TIE A TIE?: Yes PICK A LOCK?: Yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Marie Avgeropoulos EYE COLOUR: Green HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Long, straight GLASSES/CONTACTS?: None DOMINANT HAND: Right HEIGHT: 5′4 WEIGHT: 121 lbs BUILD: Athletic  EXERCISE HABITS: Going to the gym most mornings, running SKIN TONE: Fair olive TATTOOS: She has this on her thigh, and this on her lower back PIERCINGS: Ears, nose, lower lip, belly button  MARKS/SCARS: A scar on her forehead from running into a wall as a child, and a scar on her back from falling off her motorcycle CLOTHING STYLE: Skinny jeans, hoodies, leather jackets, band t-shirts, daisy dukes, sweatpants… It depends on the day JEWELLERY: Onyx crystal ring, skull ring, leather braided bracelet ALLERGIES: Being yelled at PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None

PSYCHOLOGY

MYERS-BRIGGS: ISFJ ENNEAGRAM: The Investigator TEMPERAMENT: Choleric HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral  MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: GAD  SOCIABILITY: Nova can be very social, but only when it’s on her terms. If she’s forced into a social situation, she’ll have a resting bitch face the whole time and will express her annoyance EMOTIONAL STABILITY: 7/10 OBSESSION(S): She doesn’t really have any PHOBIA(S): Globophobia, coulrophobia, alektorophobia ADDICTION(S): None DRUG USE: Weed ALCOHOL USE: She drinks at parties, and when she’s stressed to relax PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Yes

MANNERISMS

ACCENT: American   QUIRKS: Always chewing gum, paces the floor when nervous, can recite FRIENDS quotes with no problem HOBBIES: Dirt biking, working out, ultimate frisbee, painting HABITS: Nail biting, lip biting, rubbing her arms stressed FEARS: Never being enough, going to prison, death, letting people she loves down POSITIVE TRAITS: Determined, loyal, honest, hardworking NEGATIVE TRAITS: Tactless, hot-headed, aggressive, stubborn DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Yes

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Running, walking her doggo ANIMAL: Wolves BEVERAGE: Red Bull BOOK: Stephen King’s IT CELEBRITY: Any that she finds attractive tbh COLOR: Black or purple FOOD: Fried pickles FLOWER: Cherry blossom GEM: Onyx HOLIDAY: Halloween MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Motorcycle  MOVIE: Beetlejuice MUSICAL ARTIST: David Bowie SCENT: Cherry vanilla candles & cinnamon SPORT: Lacrosse TELEVISION SHOW: Good Girls, Orange Is the New Black WEATHER: She likes any type of weather, but has a preference for the cold VACATION DESTINATION: Italy

OTHER NOTES:

Nova is that emo kid you met in high school and wondered if they were doing okay. She never grew out of that phase (and neither did her mun!)

She loves her family -- she’d do anything for them. But that doesn’t mean that she agrees with everything they do. Their shady behaviour doesn’t go unnoticed, but she can’t really preach to them about good morals when she’s dealing drugs and trying to fight people because she’s Angsty™

If she likes you, she’s loyal until you cross her. She’ll never hurt those she cares about.

Expressing her emotions can be challenging, but! She gets there eventually. It just takes a little time and a lot of stubbornness. 

When she graduated high school, she never would’ve guessed that she’d become a drug dealer. She had high hopes, but alas, here we are...

The murders that have been going on high-key scare her, so she’s been having trouble with her anxiety. Nobody likes hearing about bodies turning up in lakes, you know? 

Her spirit animal is a hedgehog -- prickly on the outside, soft on the inside!!!

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

I’m really down to clown with any kinda connection, so hmu if you have something in mind!

[crystallized-shadow]

Day 2 Pairing: Madara/Tobirama Word count: 869 Prompt:  “Don't die on me - please”

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“What were you thinking you idiot!?” Tobirama demands as he presses down on Madara’s chest, ignoring the pained grunt it elicits because that means the hothead is still alive.

“I don’t know…” A bloody coughing fit interrupts Madara’s words, splattering Tobirama’s already stained armor, “my body just moved…”

“That’s not a good reason!” The Senju growls, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he focuses on healing the gaping wound in the center of Madara’s chest. This was supposed to a simple mission, all they had to do was respond to the Land of Snow’s request for a meeting. Hashirama was sure it would be a discussion of a peace treaty and had chosen to send both Madara and Tobirama, as he was worried that on such a long trip something could go wrong. It wasn’t the trip that had caused them issues, but the horde of hostile shinobi waiting to ambush them the at the agreed meeting location.

“You would…have done…the same thing…” Madara wheezes out with a hint of smirk, not wanting Tobirama’s last memory of him to be of him afraid of death. “I…”

“Save your strength!” Tobirama snaps as he continues to push his dwindling chakra reserves into healing the nearly fatal wound. It had looked like they were going to get out of the struggle with only minor injuries and mild chakra exhaustion when one shinobi had gotten a last-ditch attack in just before Madara had cut him down. Like the protective idiot he was, Madara reacted on instinct and pushed Tobirama out of the way, the ice spear impaling his chest instead.

“Tobirama,” Madara mutters, one hand slowly raising to cub Tobirama’s face. He just stares at the younger man for a long moment, gently stroking his cheek.

“What part of shut up don’t you understand!?” Tobirama scolds, trying to keep the panic out of his voice as he tries to focus on saving Madara’s life. Dammit healing jutsu wasn’t his specialty and he couldn’t transport Madara with a gaping hole in his chest!

“I love you…” Madara mumbles faintly as his hand drops back to the ground and his eyes slip close.

“Don’t die on me–” Tobirama manages to choke out around the sob threatened to escape, “please.”

“You need to give him time,” Hashirama mutters as he walks into Madara’s hospital room, not even surprised to see his little brother there. Ever since Tobirama had stumbled back to the village, him and Madara both in rough shape, he’d rarely left Madara’s side as the nurses had given up trying to get him to go home.

“It’s been a week,” Tobirama states as he glares at Hashirama, he hated people telling him to give Madara time when the stubborn bastard should be awake now. “I’m going to kick his ass for making me wait like this!”

“No, you’re not,” Hashirama chuckles as he drops a few scrolls onto the chair beside his brother, “here’s a few things to keep you busy, I’ll check back in at lunch.”

Tobirama watches his brother go with a frown, he knew Hashirama meant well, but he didn’t like having his worries brushed under the rug like they were nothing. Madara’s heart had stopped and he didn’t give a fuck if Hashirama himself had healed the wound, he was still going to be worried about his partner. With an aggravated sigh, Tobirama settles into the uncomfortable chair and picks up the first scroll, quickly becoming absorbed in it.

Madara blinks his eyes open a couple hours later, silently observing his surroundings without alerting anyone he’s awake. He wasn’t surprised to find himself in a hospital, last time he’d been conscious he’d had a hole in his chest. He wasn’t even surprised to see Tobirama sitting beside him, his lover was the worrying sort and it amused Madara to see him so focused on the scroll in his hand that he was oblivious to the rest of the world. Smiling faintly, Madara decides to just watch Tobirama and see how long his eye can twitch for.

“When I find the moron that wrote this, I’m going to bash them over the head with it!” Tobirama snaps, very nearly throwing the scroll down in frustration; it was like a 3-year-old had written the damn thing! A startled laugh to his left instantly draws his eyes to Madara’s now open eyes. “You’re awake!” Tobirama exclaims in a rare outburst of emotion, the scroll falling to the ground as he practically tackles Madara into a hug.

“Easy there,” Madara huffs breathlessly, the suddenness of having a full-grown man on top of him driving the air from his lungs.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Tobirama mumbles into Madara’s neck he grabs double fistfuls of Madara’s hospital gown to stop him from trying to get away.

“How could I die?” Madara mummers as he hugs Tobirama back, one hand carding through the snowy locks under his chin, “you asked me so nicely not to die, I just had to listen.”

“Asshole,” Tobirama mutters to hide his embarrassment, nipping at the Uchiha’s neck when he laughs.

“I love you too,” Madara grins, pulling Tobirama up for a proper kiss, one that he gladly returns.