#Possible dream sequence

[rara-is-trying-art]

Inspired by Hercules at the feet of Omphale, Dantan, Édouard (1848-1897)

For @yahabooty and the amazing @buggylovefest, I hope you like it, is not a fic, but I did try to push my laziness and come out with a drawing that have some small narrative sense by the scenery

(under cut the original painting this one was inspired by)

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[callizinc]

She's so cute in these frames i need to bash my head in with a metal pipe until it's nothing but sludge (Ignore the green freak

[muninnhuginn]

Tryna think how emma case could have happened without it spiralling back to red eyes and tbh I think my main line of thought rn is that it's hard to see how it *wouldn't* end up there, at least eventually. so given yingdu confirmed emma *did* happen then either something big changed behind the scenes *prior* to that case *or* lu guang only avoided getting stabbed in that particular way in previous timelines because the timing worked out as such that cheng xiaoshi got the gunshot jackpot *first*. and lu guang did not stick around to find out any further.

[mediocretosubpar-soup]

split!jc 2 3 4

At this concerning sight, all good sense abandons Wei Wuxian.

"What's going on?" He demands and it's the wrong thing to say, he's got no right. Jiang Cheng, splendid robes, zidian on his finger, regards him like sensible peole regard flea-ridden muts.

"This is Jiang sect business." And you are not a Jiang, Wei Wuxian hears and it never does not hurt. This is when he draws back usually, brought to his senses by the reminder. But today, no Jiang disciple rushes forward to run interference, to all the world looking like they shield Wei Wuxian from Jiang Cheng's temper, when the truth couldn't be more different. Instead they hover in the background. So Wei Wuxian knows better than to tuck his tail and run.

"What happened?" Before Jiang-zhongzu can viciously cut him off, he asks, "Were you careless again? Was it a talisman? A curse?"

"Wei Wuxian, who do you think you are to make demands of me?"

"The help, Acting Lan-zhongzu promised you." Wei Wuxian lies through his teeth. No one believes but can they dispute him? No. Lan Zhan will back him up, if they send someone to ask. Jiang-zhongzu purses his mouth and glares. Wei Wuxian smiles blithely, he's got them.

"Ah, Wei-gongzi." Jiang Cheng, plain robes, somehow frailer, speaks up. "Thank you really. But we got this well in hand. Please, don't concern yourself with us."

Jiang-zhongzu sighs. "Why do you have to be so manipulative?" He scolds. "Saying such words so sincerely, when you know, it'll just make him try to fix you more."

Jiang-gongzi pales, shakes his head, his eyes wide and pleading catch Wei Wuxian.

"You can't have his regard but you know he's obligated to help you, so you create..."

Voices and people fade to a dull murmur as Wei Wuxian randomly recalls how back in the day when Jiang Cheng was his best friend, when he couldn't imagine any other future than by Jiang Cheng's side, he sometimes had a strange dream. In this dream, Jiang Cheng was the unhappiest, littlest lotus fairy, always trying harder than anyone else but always falling short. The other fairies mocked and belittled him for this, sparing not an ounce of acknowledgment for his efforts. Only common toad Wei Wuxian stood up for Jiang Cheng and beat the nagging, ignorant fairies who never had faces but always wore fancy robes. Then Jiang Cheng would hug Wei Wuxian eventhough he was a toad and quite ugly too and take him to his fairy house where they would spend the rest of their days happy. It was a very silly dream.

Reality rushes back in as Wei Wuxian's fist collides with Jiang-zhongzu's suprised face. Jiang-zhongzu collapses like a sack of rice. So does Jiang-gongzi and that is frightening enough to drown out the very Jiang Cheng like screeching of "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE??!!" ringing in Wei Wuxian's head.

The Jiang disciples step out into the courtyard, clearly rethinking their choice not to interfere and Wei Wuxian doesn't need to be able to read their faces. "Uh, oh, I'm in trouble." His old voice sing-songs.

[emily-mooon]

SCOTT PILGRIM CHARACTERS AS ALVVAYS SONGS PT 4: SCOTT PILGRIM + DREAMS TONITE

If I saw you on the street, would I have you in my dreams tonight?

Song

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[beetleprophet]

truly ofmd 2 is For The Fans i dont think ive fully processed it yet but this season is fanfic level batshit in the best way possible

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

i want my life series ace attorney au to be made as a fangame and i want one of the ccs to play it and voice it if that happened i could die happy

[kynimdraws]

References in the older generation of demon hunters from the movie KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

It is not the BEST animated movie of all time but it got all the little Korean cultural references that feel like it is catering to me....in particular I really loved the narration sequence of how the Demon Hunters came to be!!! So I decided to make a post about it

The first generation of demon hunters we see are set in the 조선 (Chosun) era, which is a VERY common place to start for a lot of Korean media. There are no specific singers/performers they are referring to here, but they are based on 무당 (mudang). Korean female shamans. There are male shamans as well but those are not as well known and not popular. That is why the boy band Saja Boys are based on 저승사자 (Jeosung Saja) aka Korean underworld magistrate/grim reaper.

Anyway the mudang have various roles in Korean paganism/spiritualism. Instead of flashy musical numbers with weapons, they perform 굿 (gut), rituals that vary by region and function.

The second generation of hunters we see have the flapper girl aesthetic (American 1920s fashion) which was popular in Korea around the 1960-70s. This also is probably shouting out to the og Korean "girl group" aka the Kim Sisters (김시스터스) of the 1950-60s. They might not have been the MAIN influence but the trio singer composition and their fame for being popular among US troops in Korea (which launched their career in the US) doesn't feel like just coincidence.

The third generation we see has the Korean 1970s to maybe super early 80s aesthetic. I couldn't think/find any trio girl groups during this time, but they feel like a mix of The Pearl Sisters (펄 시스터즈), Lily Sisters (릴리 시스터즈) and Kye Eunsook (계은숙). Not the most confident with this one. Thanks to a kind bsky person, it does seem like it was MOSTLY based on the Pearl sisters, esp if you look at an old video of their performance.

The fourth generation is the 1980s, which is when the word "k-pop" starts being used to describe the songs. BUT MAN, THIS SET PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE WHY ARE THEY ALL DIFFERENT 80S KPOP STYLES? COORDINATE GIRLS!!! Again no specific girl groups jump out at me but looks like this is a reference to Settorae (세또래, aka "The three friends") seen by their performance video, which capture similar vibes.

The fifth and final generation we see before Rumi/Mira/Zoey are STRONG 90s K-POP. The whole aesthetic of stars and the hairstyles SCREAMS S.E.S which is one of the classic 90s kpop girl groups of the time.

In particular their appearance for the music video "Dreams Come True" comes to mind. The video now feels really dated but back in the day, the effects and stuff they used were the HOT SHIT. Extremely nostalgic Korean media

And ofc we got the modern trio, which I won't really comment on because they are mix of the current (2010s to 2020s) kpop and I feel like the current fans will have better knowledge of this than I about it. so that's it for now! Of course there may be some other stuff I missed or got wrong possibly, which I will fix if anything comes up. Feel free to correct me as well in the replies!

Update 6/26/25: I think people got confused on what I was trying to cite in terms of time period for the hunters. If we go by strict fashion sense it definitely harks earlier decades of AMERICAN HISTORY. But I am looking at all of this thru a Korean lens so some of the recognizeable early American fashion were popular during different times in Korea specifically. Feel free to reblog/comment the fashion refs bc that in itself is interesting too.

And speaking of fashion, I do really like how each of them have the iridescent accents on their outfits, which are reminescent of Najeonchilgi (나전칠기), the Korean art of inlaid mother of pearl pieces on furniture, jewlery, etc.

Update 6/27/25: I decided to write about the movie's use of Korean spiritualism/Muism to make Honmoon, which you can read here :)

[oceansatedogs]

I DMed my first actually planned out half session and let Sofí do the VAing for the goddess and we even had soundtrack in the background + a beautiful map on One More Multiverse.. IT WAS SO AWESOMEEEEEE

[izzyeffinhands]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  from Ed

“ .. you did.. “

Izzy barely managed to get the words out as he lay bleeding in the captain’s quarters. A cutlass had been pierced straight through the middle of his abdomen. Blood was pooling on the stained wood floor. His body was stuck between the floor and the hilt, blade having pierced through the wood.

“ You did this to me.. “

[urlocal-limitesshbic]

*.˗ˏˋ DEILD- The Quickest And Easiest Method To Lucid Dream That I know ´ˎ˗.*

Listennnn, I love the lucid dream method down. It is AND ALWAYS WILL BE my favorite way to shift, apart from the void state.

BUT I know I cannot be the only one struggling to get lucid😩😭 At least I used to struggle before I found DEILD. I found other techniques tedious, having to do constant reality checks during the day felt like a chore and lying completely still in bed for 30+ minutes waiting for my body to fall asleep was quite literally torture to me. IF I could stay awake through it because most times I couldn’t or just rolled over and gave up because nothing was happening and I was très uncomfortable.

I’ve tried mild, SSILD, fild, ALL THE “ILDS” every single one and while they are effective, I’ve finally found the technique that works best for me and takes the least amount of time so I thought I would share, just in case it may help someone else!

With this technique you…..

Go from being awake directly into a lucid dream without falling asleep (this is called a wake initiated lucid dream and in my experience I feel more aware and in control with these vs when I randomly become aware in the middle of my dream. They are also easier to remember if you have poor dream recall. )

Are able to start the lucid dream scene in the privacy of your own room so you don’t have to worry about trying to shift in the middle of distracting dream scenes or dealing with distracting dream characters

You can save a Lucid dream that’s been cut short or even have several lucid dreams in one night using this method

Don’t need to do reality checks during the day if you don’t want to or do any other daytime prep

The whole thing takes 10-30 seconds START TO FINISH!

The technique…

*.˗ˏˋ DEILD ´ˎ˗.*

Dream Exit Initiated Lucid dream

Steps…

Before bed set the intention that when you wake up you will immediately remember to perform DEILD

Set a touchless alarm to wake you up anywhere from 3-6 hours after falling asleep. I like this one! Maybe put it in a playlist with a lucid dreaming subliminal or theta waves set to play after the alarm goes off to boost your chances of becoming Lucid🌙

Go to bed as normal. As I fall asleep I like to imagine myself waking up to the alarm and successfully performing DEILD. Then I imagine myself successfully entering the void from the LD and then successfully waking up in my wr. I loop this sequence until I fall asleep. I do this to help me remember to do the technique the second I wake up, but it is not at all necessary.

Immediately upon waking and hearing the alarm, I try to remember to stay still and not open my eyes. Minimal movement is fine, but we’re trying to convince our body that we’re still asleep! The alarm will shut off on its own.

Wait for what feels like 10 seconds without actually counting (Again, you don’t want to activate your Brain and wake yourself up too much )

After it feels like 10 seconds have gone by, do a reality check like the nose pinch test EVEN IF YOU FEEL WIDE AWAKE and don’t think you could possibly already be back asleep in only 10 seconds. Most of the time you’ll already be in what is called a false awakening-when you think you’re awake in bed but you’re actually dreaming

If you were able to breathe through your closed nose you are now in a lucid dream starting out in your room. You can proceed to shift to your dr in any way you like-some of my go to’s are:

-creating a portal

-entering the void and shifting from there

-entering the astral realm and shifting from there

-waking myself up from the dream but intending to wake up in my dr not my cr

Editors note:

If when you do the nose pinch test, you are still awake, repeat step 6 up to 2 more times. If by this point, you still have not entered a lucid dream, it is best to go back to bed and try again the next time you wake up. This method is very effective but fragile, as it is best performed in that very small hypnopompic window right when you are teetering on the edge of awake and asleep.

Why this method works…

When you wake up from sleep and don’t move or open your eyes, it tricks your body into thinking that you’re still asleep and it puts you back in a dream, even though your mind is actually awake! This is why a touchless alarm is helpful, or you can use natural awakenings.

Troubleshooting the method…

The hardest part about this method is remembering to stay still as soon as you wake up.

You can set the intention to remember to do so before bed

You can also use prospective memory training during the day (every time you look in a mirror/ drink something/ plug in your phone/ enter a different room etc you can affirm “the next time I wake up I will immediately remember to perform DEILD” )

And if you move by mistake or have to use an alarm that needs manually turned off, all is not necessarily lost. it’s still worth trying anyway as long as you think you’ll be able to fall back asleep! Just wait 30 seconds instead of 10 before doing a reality check and consider using an anchor to help keep you focused and awake (could be focusing on the sound of the subliminal if you made a playlist, or the sound of a fan etc)

TLDR OF THE TECHNIQUE:

Wake up either naturally or to a touch-less alarm. If you must use a manual alarm, keep movement minimal as to not activate your brain too much.

Lie still with your eyes closed and keep a blank mind for 10-30 seconds

Do a reality check to see if you are lucid dreaming

Shift from the lucid dream

Videos explaining the technique….

“Use this simple technique for more lucid dreams. Please.” -Tiger123

“Lucid dreaming techniques shouldn’t be this easy!” - Daniel Love

“Dream exit induced lucid dreams-DEILD tutorial”- Tipharot

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Angel of the morning

🪽— saja boys x Angel!reader

— synopsis: The gates are weakened. Someone or something has gone against natural orders and is trying to take down heaven. In a final act to take back control, the angels send a soldier back down to earth to find their undoing. But instead of finding their damnation, the soldier finds five saviors in disguise as a heart throb, boy band.

— warning: slight nudity but nothing too extravagant, cursing, weapons, bleeding, bad flirting (Abby and Romance), creepy flirting (hoes we don’t know)

— A/n: this is literally if Castiel were female and the Saja boys are Dean Winchester. Y’all know the vibe? Then let’s gets started

The sky tore open in silence.

There was no rip in the clouds, nor were there beaming lights shining from the heavens down to the mortal world.

It was quiet— quick. Invisible to the human eye, and yet unmistakable to anything touched by the divine or the damned. Somewhere high above the skylines— where the stars kissed the night sky—something fell.

Not a meteor.

Not a star.

But something otherworldly. Something wrapped in robes of silk and wings of feathers had fallen from the sky and hit the ground with a mighty thud.

And yet, nothing was disturbed.

Not the people of Seoul, not the rodents that roamed the streets, not even the tiniest speck of dirt was affected by whomever graced the earth with their overpowering presence.

All except for five demonic entities.

The concert was a fever dream— flashing lights, vibrating bass, thousands of fans screaming their names.

And the Saja Boys drank up every second of it.

They moved as one; sharp, fluid, in perfect sync. Every step, look and even flip of the hair had the fans eating out of the palm of their hands. And they couldn’t have loved it anymore than they already did.

And then— something changed.

Jinu was the first to feel it.

His breath caught in his throat, rhythm stuttering for half a second. His demon marks, hidden well underneath his performance clothes, burned— not like they were on fire, but like pressure. As if something ancient was pressing down on him with their thumb.

Across the stage, Abby had faltered in his choreography. It was for only a split second, no fan would have noticed unless it were to happen again. His grin twitched, the smile on his face becoming more forced by the second as he glanced at his other bandmates.

The hair on Romances neck stood up straight, a swift chill running down his spine. He stared ahead as he waited for the unknown feeling to surpass him before continuing the dance sequence.

A fan squealed when his unmoving eyes stayed in her direction.

Baby was leaned up against Mystery, his pupils dilating like a prey sensing a predator as he glanced across the crowd for a brief moment.

And Mystery, his body lightly slumped for Baby to properly lean against him, gently turned his head towards the skyline. The stage lights blocking his view past the stars above.

But he knew— they all knew.

Something had arrived.

Something cold. Electric. Devine.

And yet… the show carried on.

They picked up the tempo, smiled through the tight burning that crawled across their skin, ignored the way their demonic marks pulsed beneath their clothes.

The only thought that flowed through their minds was to finish the show. Don’t cause a scene that would drawl those hunters back towards them. Act casual and as normal as possible, and then after everything was finished, they would find whoever was calling towards them.

You walked along the crowed sidewalks of Seoul, often bumping shoulders with those that had their faces stuck in their glowing, rectangular devices. Those of which muttering crude words in your direction for such actions.

But you ignored those simple minded humans, for for they weren’t ones of which you were even remotely worried about. Your biggest concern being what creature was brave— powerful— enough to break down the gates of heaven and cause such problems with your home.

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, causing even more people to turn and give you rude comments. But once more you didn’t think twice about what these mere humans were saying, instead you focused on your surroundings. Memorizing every building and street that you could see.

Your brothers and sisters never gave you any true direction on where to go once you reached earth. They just told you to find whatever entity is trying to harm heaven and put them to an end.

A child passed by, no more than five years old, hand in hand with his mother. His big wide eyes staring soulfully at you with such young curiosity. He tugged on his mother’s hand, “Mama, why is she wearing her pajamas?” He had asked, gesturing towards you with his short, chubby little finger.

His mother didn’t answer, instead she held onto his hand a little tighter as they passed you.

“Silly child,” You told the boy. “This is not a pair of pajamas. This robe was blessed by the Seventh Choir, all great soldiers must wear it to signify their loyalty.”

This time his mother walked faster upon hearing you speak to her child.

In fact, many of the pedestrians gave you odd looks at what you had told the little boy. Some of which giving you space on the sidewalk, so that if they were to bump into you again, you wouldn’t turn to them and talk about the Seventh Choir.

You glanced down at your uniform in curiosity, sure to humans what you were wearing may look like a silky, expensive nightgown. But it wasn’t, as you’d told the child, it was your uniform ones that all great soldiers must wear. It was an honor and a privilege to wear it, you wore it with your head held up high in pride.

Maybe if you had told them that, then they would know the significance of your uniform, or better yet, they would know the significance of you.

A sharp whistle came from behind.

Taken from your thoughts, you turned to face whoever had made the vigorous noise. Across the street stood two men, both of which had a giddy smile and wedding band on their ring finger.

“Hey, baby,” One of them called. “How much you charge’n for the night?”

“My house is just a few blocks away if you’re looking for a cheap fuck!” The other shouted, his thumb pointed in the direction of his home.

Your were never one to go against dress code, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt this one time to find a different uniform for you to wear.

Continuing your journey, you made your way further into the heart of Seoul. The crude muttering and invidious shouting from the two men growing quieter the further you walked.

Being an angel of the Lord had its perks; you were aloud to roam heaven freely all day, everyday. You got to welcome lost souls after they’d passed, and you couldn’t feel pain through your earthly body.

You were especially glad for the last one right now.

You were unsure how far you had walked, your bare feet would have been aching, blistered and bleeding you right now if you were a mere human. But alas, you trudged forward.

With the moon held high in the night sky, there were less people on the streets now. Many of which had gone home to a hot, home cooked meal after a long day at work, or there were some just now waking up and going to their nightly timed jobs. Trying their hardest just to get by in life.

You weren’t one to complain about either. With less people on the streets, that meant less people giving you weird looks or commenting under their breath about your clothing choice.

“You stupid, fucking cat, quite pissin’ all over my stoop.” A voice shouted, followed by a box being thrown at a nearby feline that was currently running away. “You’re driving away all the customers!”

You glanced in the man’s direction, he stood in the doorway of a clothing shop with a spray bottle in hand and his shirt covering his nose. You watched briefly as he sprayed where— you assumed— the cat had done its business at before turning back inside.

Your eyes drifted from the closed door to the rest of the store; a cheesy boutique name was printed out right above the door along with a cartoon mannequin and fabric scissors. And right next to it stood a tall window with real life mannequins posing in the stores outfits.

One wore a pink, floral dress. Another a pair of jeans and dress shirt. And lastly, the one on the far end of the window wore a pair of shorts and tank top with the stores name in small print.

As if you were on auto pilot, you made your way closer to the store, stopping short in front of the big window. You glanced at each mannequin again before settling on the last one. You figured if your wings were out, then the tank top would be less constrictive against them than the other outfits.

You then made your way towards the shops door, ignoring the closed sign that glowed through the doors window and forced the door open. Immediately, alarms began to go off in the building. You ignored the blaring noise, and made your way towards the mannequins once more.

Taking the lifeless corpse away from the store window display, you began to undress the doll, leaving it naked behind the window before you went to take off your own clothes.

“Stop, don’t you move or I will shoot you.”

You turned around, glancing briefly at the same man that was yelling at the cat before continuing to pull the straps of your uniform off your shoulders. “Relax, human, I am just borrowing some of your clothing,”

“I said, don’t move.” He told, his gun clicking throughout the store as he took it off safety. “Now, the police is already on their way, so if you would kindly put the items down then I may not press charges.”

You slipped off your robe, letting it fall to the ground as you then reached for the mannequins outfit. “I mean you no harm, human.” You reassured him. “As I had said, I am merely borrowing your assets, I will return them when I am done with my mission.”

“I-“ The man stuttered briefly, his eyes glancing from your naked body to the cracked flooring at his feet. “I already told you to not move, don’t make this anymore difficult, ma’am.”

You finished slipping on the outfit, the cotton a bit more rougher against your skin than the silky robe you wore on the daily, but you weren’t about to complain to the man. “And, I have heard you, and for going against you commands, I am sorry.” You gave him a quick bow in apologies before picking up your silk uniform and straightening back up. “To give you my truth that I will return what I have borrowed from you, I will give you my uniform.” You held the clothe neatly in your hands as you made your way towards the man.

He had lowered his gun momentarily, realizing that you were clearly no threat to him, but also realizing that instead of the police that he should have called a doctor for you. He watched as you placed your silk dress on his countertop, folded neatly and laid gently before you turned back around. “When I return this uniform back to you, you will return mine back to me.” You told him, using your hands to make your gestures as you began to walk out of the store. “A pleasure doing business with you, human.” You said before you disappeared back into the streets of Seoul.

The man just stood there, his gun long forgotten in his hands, as he just stared at where you left. Confused on the interaction between the two of you and unsure on how he was supposed to explain any of this to his mother.

You walked down the sidewalk, bare feet hitting the pavement with new earnestly. Sirens yelled in the distance and a few more people had appeared on the streets than before but you ignored it all.

For you were on a mission.

And Heaven wouldn’t wait.

The home of the Saja Boys was quiet.

Normally, after a concert, someone had music on. Someone was showering with the door wide open. Someone would be making ramen noodles over the stove.

But tonight it was quiet.

No one spoke about why their demon marks were itching. No one spoke about what was making their blood run colder than it already was. No one spoke about who— or what— had just fallen from the sky.

Instead they all sat in complete and utter silence.

All five of them spread across the sunken living room, like ghosts haunting a prehistoric building.

Jinu leaned forward on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him an answer.

Mystery hadn’t moved in ten minutes.

Abby had a cool drink against his neck, not taking a sip.

Baby stared straight ahead, his phone laid forgotten on the couch next to him as he pondered, ‘what the hell is going on?’

Romance sat with his head in his hand, his throat dry and a little rough from singing. “So… we all felt it?” He asked, his eyes not leaving the spot on the ground infront of him.

“My mark burned,” Jinu spoke aloud, absentmindedly scratching at a where his mark had flared up again. “Not like fire, but like someone was running a feather and knife against my skin.”

“Mine pulsed,” Baby spoke up. “Like it was afraid of something.”

“Whatever it was, it was powerful.” Abby mumbled, moving his drink from his neck to the coffee table. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

Mystery’s voice was dry and low. “It didn’t feel like a demon.”

Jinu then glanced up, “That’s because it wasn’t. Whatever it is, we can’t be to laidback around it— no slip ups. We don’t wanna know what it will do when it catches us vulnerable.”

Silence fell over the group once more.

Thick.

Tense.

Until Romance stood up, his cocky grin plastered over his face as he made his way towards the door. “I’m going to get some air.” Was all he said as he opened the door.

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Jinu asked, wondering briefly if under all that hair of his if it’s just a skull with ears.

“Well, maybe it just wanted some autographs.”

“Romance, don’t be stupid—“ Jinu started, but the door was already closing behind him.

Romance walked down on of the streets of Seoul, his jacket pulled over his head to try and drawl less attention from fans, but still keep his pretty face visible to everyone who sees.

Neon lights shined overhead as he walked towards a few clubs, none of them fitting the certain vibe he had so he just moved from one to another.

He was humming their last track under his breath—cocky, loose, still buzzing from the stage high.

That’s when it hit him.

Pressure.

The kind that wraps around your lungs and spine. His demon mark flared beneath his skin, pulsing like a warning. Something was behind him.

He spun fast.

Too late.

A body slammed into his, driving him back into the brick wall. The wind left his lungs. A flash of silver sparked in the dark—blade. You moved like a shadow with weight, silk over steel.

He fought back.

Instinct took over. He shoved you hard, twisting out of the grip, and aimed a blow at your side—but you dodged. Not even dodged—glided, like you’d moved just far enough for his fist to pass uselessly through the air.

Another strike. Another dodge.

You moved like water. No sound. No hesitation.

“You’ve been watching me?” He grunted, low and sharp.

You didn’t answer. Just struck again— this time knocking him down onto the pavement, straddling his upper body as you pressed your angel blade against his neck.

That’s when he saw your face.

And everything stopped.

His heart stuttered in his chest. His hand, raised to strike, dropped slightly.

You were—

“Holy shit.” Was all he said.

Your skin caught the streetlight like marble. Your eyes—sharp, colorless, not quite human—glinted with heatless fire. Your expression was calm. Unreadable. You were beautiful in a way that didn’t make sense. Not soft or flirtatious—divine. Like you weren’t built for this world at all.

You were heavenly.

“Who— what are you?”

You didn’t answer, and you didn’t have too. Because one look at your blade told him enough that he needed to know. Right above the hilt at the base of the blade sat a symbol, one that every demon known about for years.

It was the symbol of heaven. The symbol of God.

You were an angel.

One of the first that he’s ever seen, and by god were you gorgeous.

“You reek of hell fire,” She said bluntly.

“Only the good kind,” Romance replied, smiling even as blood beaded under the blades pressure. The fight that he had earlier had left his body completely. Instead he had a new way of defeating you, defeating you with the power of charisma. “You always this forward on a first date?”

“This isn’t a date.”

“Oh, thank God. That would have been awkward.”

You stared at him, clearly uncertain how to respond. The blade didn’t move. Neither did you. Your breath hitched once—barely—and your gaze dropped, scanning his face as if trying to read something written beneath the skin.

“You’re one of them.” You mumbled to yourself. “But you’re not the cause.”

“Cause of what?” He asked, voice dropping an octave. “My devastating charm?”

You didn’t answer. Your grip tightened instead.

“If you do not wish to stay quiet, I will cut off your tongue.”

Romance’s grin widened.

“Only if you promise to keep it somewhere safe, Angel girl.”

A beat passed.

Your blade trembled—just for a moment. Barely noticeable. But he saw it.

You weren’t unsure of yourself.

You were confused.

Something in you didn’t know what to do next

“What’s your name?” He asked suddenly, his hands coming up to trace lazy patterns on your espoused skin. “Or, should I start call calling you, ‘Holy Nightmare’?”

You blinked. Slowly.

And then you stood.

Both feet planted firmly on either side of Romance, his hand had fallen from your thigh and landed at your ankle instead. Playfully squeezing it to try and get a reaction from you.

Quietly, and without breaking eye contact with the pink haired man you told him your name.

And with a small gust of wind, your wings appeared, helping to hoist you up and away as you slowly became a speck in the eyes of Romance.

A dopey smile graced his lips as his head fell back onto the concrete. “Oh, God, what a woman.”

— A/a/n: I wrote this quick and fast because everyone is on a KPDH high and I want to be apart of it as well. Also if perspectives were kinda throwing people off just let me know, I’m trying to write in a new style so I’m just trying to figure things out. Okay… bye!

[sunderwight]

PIDW but it's a game.

You play as Luo Binghe, the lowliest disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's Qing Jing Peak. The first part of the game proceeds more or less like a semi-normal fantasy dating sim -- Luo Binghe is bullied and downtrodden, but can seek help and opportunities to build relationships with various female characters, like Ning Yingying and Liu Mingyan. The game's interface implies a truly staggering number of potential romance candidates to unlock, however, so it makes sense that the first part in your disciple years doesn't get you very far in any of the routes.

But then for the second part, things start to shift. You get an option that seems to amount to asking whether you want to make things better for Luo Binghe or not. When you click the obvious choice, that you do, your previously cold and ruthless shizun seems to go through an inexplicable change of heart. You get a weird kind of fanservice-y scene featuring him during the Skinner Demon Mission. Then he features extremely heavily in the Demon Invasion Mission, only to turn up as your companion in the Dream Demon Mission.

After that, it seems like you've gotten onto his route, somehow? Why does the scummy male teacher even have a route in a game like this, though? You try to check for player guides but you can't seem to find any. You try reloading older saves and making other selections, but no matter what you choose, you end up finishing the Dream Demon Mission by moving into Shen Qingqiu's house, and the routes for Liu Mingyan and Ning Yingying and the briefly-encountered Sha Hualing are all greyed out.

But maybe that just means they're inaccessible for advancement for now, or something. And a lot of games have plot points that are on rails, and you can see where Luo Binghe actually getting a place to live would be one of those things. The format of the game changes as well, going from a relatively loose sequence of scenes and interactions to a daily management style, where you have tasks to complete (make shizun breakfast, go to morning lessons, cultivate, do chores, etc) and only a set number of hours in which to complete them. You have affection points, but any time you try to spend them on anyone other than Shen Qingqiu you get an error message. There are dialogue options for flirting with other characters, but they're always greyed out and impossible to select.

Still, you can unlock scenes. A lot of them are just long slow shots of Shen Qingqiu doing things, like reading, or lecturing, or eating. You get missions, and sometimes you meet female characters who seem to unlock new possible romance paths, even though they're still constantly greyed out. Maybe this part of the game's just especially on rails? Waiting for the actual harem-building segment? You kind of like a lot of aspects of it anyway, though. Luo Binghe is an especially compelling character, not at all like the usual sort of non-entity placeholder main guys in games like this. He definitely has personality.

But then you get to the third part. The Abyss. Shen Qingqiu pushes Luo Binghe in, and suddenly you're wondering if you've somehow reached a bad end. You were saving up some of those affection points for later, maybe you should have spent them all on him? Was there something you did wrong to make this happen? You're not even sure why he's thrown poor Binghe away, he was cold and cryptic about it, and now you're wondering if all the time you spent distracted by other things was time you should have spent farming a better relationship with him. You can't help but wonder where you went astray, because Luo Binghe will not stop wondering about it, and wondering about it in ways that make you feel oddly like he is accusing you, the player, of making the wrong choices... but in a way that could still plausibly be aimed at himself, as a character. You feel bad. You kind of want to restart, but you also can't bring yourself to abandon Luo Binghe. You have to see this through, to help him make it to the other side.

Regardless, the Endless Abyss seems like it must be an inevitable plot development. A lot of the game shifts to account for it. There's even an option to essentially select this "thought" from Luo Binghe's internal diatribe, that this is inevitable, and it seems to turn off the litany of recriminations for a while, although sometimes it also results in Luo Binghe... glaring at the screen?

At you?

Anyway the daily management system goes out of the window, and instead there's an energy bar now. Encounters with monsters or the occasional demon woman will lower the energy bar, how much depends on what you choose and how the encounters proceed. Sometimes there are romantic/sexy responses for interacting with the demon women you meet, and they aren't greyed out, but if you try and select them the cursor will jump to another option. You think there might be something wrong with your mouse? Sometimes you get Luo Binghe glaring at the screen scenes afterwards. When Binghe's energy bar hits zero, you're offered two choices -- "sleep" or "think of shizun". Sometimes even if you pick "sleep" the cursor will still jump to "think of shizun", and you'll be treated to another one of those slow lingering scenes of Shen Qingqiu. Except they are becoming increasingly strange, obviously warped by the exhaustion and trauma of the situation, so that aspects are eerie or even disturbing. For example, sometimes Shen Qingqiu seems to be missing limbs, or eyes. Sometimes there's blood on his hands. Sometimes the food he's eating is rotted, or the bamboo house background looks like the Qing Jing Peak wood shed. That kind of thing. You don't mind the idea of harm coming to the man. He deserves it, really, for pushing Luo Binghe into the Abyss. But the few times you try and select options along those lines, the UI glitches again.

Also the "think of shizun" option only restores a quarter of the energy bar, whereas resting restores all of it. But if you try to go for too long without doing it, it will lock you into choosing it successively for a long time.

In addition to the energy bar, there's a calendar. It's not all that sophisticated or even consistent, and it's clearly meant to reflect the fact that Luo Binghe has troubles accurately judging the passage of time in the Abyss. However, the longer you spend in the Abyss, the more violent and unhinged things start to become, and the more the UI starts glitching to reveal disturbing messages, and the more often Luo Binghe "glaring" scenes happen. So you decide to do your best to get Binghe out of here as quickly as possible. This part of the game must be broken, but hopefully if you can make to the next segment, it will work properly again.

Eventually you get to the Xin Mo Mission, which is the last part of the Abyss section, and Luo Binghe escapes.

But the weirdness continues. Worsens, even. You still get missions to like, take over the demon realms and infiltrate Huan Hua Palace, all cool stuff, and you still meet girls who seem to unlock possibly romance paths. But most of the time everything is greyed out. There will be 5 dialogue options but maybe only 1 or 2 of them will be selectable. Parts of the menu are inaccessible. You don't have an energy bar anymore, you have a Xin Mo corruption bar, and it just keeps steadily rising. Sometimes you're presented the option of propositioning a character to "mitigate corruption", but if you try and click it the game glitches or the cursor freaks out and it fails. Sometimes the game crashes outright, and when you reload your last save, it starts with Luo Binghe glaring at you through the screen. You still get the "rest" and "think of shizun" options at times, but neither one helps the corruption bar.

Then. Jinlan City. You reunite with Shen Qingqiu. There seem to be a lot of options for acting vengefully towards him, but they're all greyed out, except for a few which let you chase him down or manhandle him a bit. The whole segment is frustrating, full of weird fanservice-y moments but also mired in how little Shen Qingqiu will say, how often he insists on evading or running away, and how Luo Binghe doesn't seem to have the right prompts to actually get him to explain himself. At times it seems like the "think of shizun" mechanic is bleeding over into the real interactions with the character, so that you can't tell what's really going on vs what are the manifestation of Luo Binghe's trauma or even hallucinations. The Xin Mo bar has maxed out. You have to catch Shen Qinqiu. Catch Shen Qingqiu. Catch Shen Qingqiu--

Then suddenly the bar is at 0, and you're watching Shen Qingqiu's lifeless body fall towards the ground, his energy expended in the effort to push back the corruption. Like, all of his energy.

You catch Shen Qingqiu. Or at least, you stop his corpse from hitting the dirt.

Now the game art is crisp and clean again. All the weird UI artifacts and blocked-off menus are either gone altogether or else working properly. The sound, which had been very gradually deteriorating with low-pitched ringing and muffled portions, is normal. You can hear characters gasping and distantly shouting, and birds chirping somewhere, the ragged cadence of Luo Binghe's breaths, while the camera focuses on Shen Qingqiu's body.

Huh, you think. That's a sort of dramatic resolution to that plot arc, and it raised more questions about Shen Qingqiu than it answered, really. But at least it's over with now? Does this mean Luo Binghe can finally start to recover, or advance other plots?

Then everything blacks out. You get booted to the main menu, or something that looks like it, except the only option you can select now is the New Game+ one.

When you click it, it seems like you've started the whole game over again. Except that there is a Xin Mo corruption bar, greyed out, already waiting for in a corner of the screen. And instead of starting out with a view of Qing Jing Peak, you start out with the young Luo Binghe looking directly towards you. Like he's staring through the screen. It's the basic starting point character, except he already has his demon mark on his forehead, and his expression is way more cold and calculating than anything the junior protagonist would have worn.

"Don't get in my way," he warns.

Then the game proceeds like a visual novel with extremely limited choices. The old selections and the menu for various romance routes don't even appear, the menus have all changed again, this time oriented entirely around hiding Luo Binghe's demonic cultivation (while building it) and managing daily choices and Shen Qingqiu's relationship status. A romance game with only one romance route, and it's the treacherous crusty old teacher? Wtf? But otherwise it seems almost normal, except for the special faint-lettered red options that sometimes appear in weird places on the screen, suggesting things like preventing the Skinner demon from catching you unawares, or saving Shen Qingqiu from Without a Cure poisoning, or keeping out of the Endless Abyss.

Those options seem like they should create different outcomes, and you click them whenever they show up, but they consistently fail. As if there's some other force in the game pushing things back onto the rails no matter what you do...

Anyway, eventually you get through the main plot again, and Shen Qingqiu dies once more. This time the game keeps going from that point, however, with quests to try and find ways to resurrect him. You're starting to wonder why you're still playing -- after all, you signed up for a harem game, not this tragic gay love story? You're not even gay! It's just that Luo Binghe is such a compelling character. You decide it's time to take a break, though, so you get up, do some stretches, go to the bathroom, etc.

It feels like someone's watching you.

You've definitely been playing that game for too long. Sometimes you think you catch sight of Luo Binghe's face out of the corner of your eye, in the bathroom mirror or on the black surface of your phone's screen, just before you turn it on. But when you look twice or turn your phone off again, nothing's there. You call your little sister, to apologize for dropping off the face of the earth for a bit, and you joke about getting too invested in this weird game that might be broken? She hasn't heard of it, but she sounds a little worried as she suggests maybe coming over and taking you out to lunch, or something.

You decline -- she's got a lot on her plate, and she mentioned already having plans earlier -- but then you promise to get some fresh air anyway. But when you go to head out, somehow you find yourself turning away at the last minute. You try again, and yet it's like you just keep getting distracted before you can open the door. After a few tries you give up, swallowing down your growing unease. You take off your shoes and coat. When it comes to it, you really do want to find out what happens to Luo Binghe next.

The game is running.

You don't remember turning it back on...?

The screen is focused on the familiar image of Shen Qingqiu's preserved corpse. You can see Luo Binghe's hand in the frame as well, transferring qi in yet another familiar sequence, the one that seems to run at the end of every in-game day. There's some text.

Is it you? the red letters ask, scrawling and flickering, as if someone is attempting to write directly onto the screen. Are you the one behind all this? Thwarting me at every turn?

Yes/No options appear in the game's usual font and position. You try to click "no", even though you're unsure and feel like you must have missed a scene somehow. But the interface warps and when you hit "no" it changes to Stay Silent.

I can't figure out. Are you here to help me, or get in my way?

Help/Harm. You click "help" but again it changes to "stay silent" afterwards.

What do you want from me?

This time there's no option to select at first. Then, as if being shoved onto the screen by some alternative function, a text box opens up. Like the kind that some games have for implementing cheats or selecting character names. This particular game has never shown such a function before, Luo Binghe's name was locked in and you don't even know if it has cheats. The cursor blinks, and somehow it feels as if you have only one chance, and if you don't take it now, it will be gone forever.

You type in "help" and barely manage to hit enter before the interface blinks out. No list of prompts or possible options appear.

Shizun? the red text scrawls, shakily.

Then the whole game crashes.

You wait, but it doesn't start up again. You try to run it again, but you can't find it on your system, somehow. Really weird. Even if it had crashed, it shouldn't have gotten deleted? But you still can't find it. You start to feel genuinely alarmed. Not only can you not find the game on your system, but when you try and search for it absolutely nothing comes up. You try and go to the online shop page for it, but you can't remember where you actually got it from in the first place, now that you're thinking about it.

What bullshit is this?

What, was the game actually some kind of virus? It couldn't have been. Also who would make a virus like that? You get up and pace, trying to make sense of it.

It's gotta be some kind of mistake. Maybe you've just missed too much sleep, you're not thinking right. You'll take a break and when you come back you'll realize that you were just looking in all the wrong places, somehow.

You head over to the fridge to grab something to eat.

You can't remember the last time you went shopping, but the food in there is probably still fine. Right?

[cookieclover]

Mute B-127 AU: Chapter 2 "The Aftermath" part 7

TW: Gore (more than usual), blood, disturbing imagery

Part 12 of the "Mute B-127 AU" comic series!

I’m putting my son through hell - AGAIN. But don't worry! It gets worse before it gets better >:)

You know, I thought to myself - Cookie, don't you think this series needs to be even more angsty? Didn't you want to draw more heavy gore for a while now? NO?? TOO BAD WE'RE DOING IT.

I had this dream sequence drawn out for a few months now, and it's finally READY! I was so excited to draw it because well, in a dream space everything is possible - meaning I could go crazy with the visuals. And I had so much fun doing exactly that :>

Next part is coming out in around 2 weeks. There's only 2 more updates left in this chapter - after that, you'll see what happens! Stay tuned ^^

First >> Prev >> Next (soon)

No additional notes, other than - I am actively scaring myself drawing this.

If you like my art and want to support me, I have a shop at Ko-fi!

Please don't repost my art on other platforms! :>

[girlbeyondthegrave]

THINGS I NOTICED WHILE WATCHING BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE AGAIN:

This is a very Beetlebabes-centric post, so if you don’t like the ship, please feel free to scroll away. <3

Beetlejuice cut Delores’ ring finger off, and while it was originally a fun joke in the first movie, there’s deep implications about that action when we look at it with the context of the second film. Beetlejuice attacked her after she betrayed him. Anyone would want to kill the person that poisoned them, but the fact that he took the time to find her finger and deliberately cut her ring finger off (and ONLY that finger) reflects how much that marriage meant to him. It also symbolizes that he’s effectively dissolving their marriage. He’s cut off the physical representation of their love and taken the ring, which he tries to give to Lydia hundreds of years later. He held onto that ring for centuries in hopes of finding someone he deemed worthy of it.

He calls his dynamic with Lydia a long-distance relationship, which could’ve been a throwaway joke if not for the fact that when he clearly notices how hot Janet is, he never talks to her or gropes her like he did with Barbara prior to meeting Lydia. Keaton said BJ wouldn’t be politically correct, so this isn’t to reflect the current political climate, but rather to reflect BJ’s motivations.

Beetlejuice was jobless at the start of the first movie, and in thirty years he’s built a company for his bio-exorcisms. Coupled with the picture of Lydia on his desk, it’s possible he did this to impress her. After all, she’s famous and rich now. BJ’s gotta step it up, y’know?

Probably overheard the convo between Lydia and Rory and deliberately bugged her at that time, because if he can possess the phone or whatever, he can probably use it to eavesdrop. This can be further supported by how he got rid of the influencers but kept the people that mattered to Lydia present—Delia and Astrid.

We can also assume he overheard the conversation where Lydia said that Rory loves her and that has to be enough because of the panning to a gravestone. BJ has a special fascination with graveyards, even tiny model ones. If he did overhear them, it explains why he used the truth serum on Rory. He’s testing him. He wants to see if this guy actually loves Lydia or if he’s using her, and then he gives Lydia the means to exact revenge on Rory rather than doing anything himself.

Lydia spends half the movie being strong -armed into a marriage with Rory, and in a way, it’s reminiscent of the first movie’s marriage attempt. Rory dangles their “love” in front of her like a carrot, and if she doesn’t want to be alone, she has to accept his manipulation and agree to get married. Yet she immediately offers it to Beetlejuice, only sounding annoyed rather than terrified. And the movie spends a lot of time proving that BJ has sincere motives this time around, whereas Rory doesn’t. It pushes an underlying message that if one of these guys is going to be a better choice, it’ll be BJ.

Despite Lydia having a tendency to back out of their deals, he still helps her first. He prioritizes saving Astrid even before finding his “runaway bride” again.

Casually calls Lydia the love of his life, looks so sincere when he says he’ll make her so happy. Clearly spent those 30 years planning that dream-dance sequence.

He doesn’t seem to care that Lydia’s sending him away. That coupled with the end scene illustrates how confident he is this time around. Lydia is still stuck with him, and even if he didn’t get her this time, he will eventually. But he also knows how spooked she is by marriage after being a snoop, so it’s possible that he’s just taking it slow on purpose.

In conclusion: Beetlejuice genuinely does want to be with Lydia and care about her. His feelings have evolved beyond permanent residence in the mortal world. If anything, if he still wants that, it’s so he can be by her side.

[randomshyperson]

The Pinning Problem - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: There are several ways to resolve the rivalry between the Avengers that does not involve fighting. Or, the one where Wanda Maximoff likes to be pinned down by her not-so-secret crush, and somehow this becomes the whole team's problem.

words: 2.944k | warnings: a lot of sexual tension, kissing, hints of rivals to lovers, this is a crack fic - nothing here can be taken seriously, another alternative solution for civil war that’s better than what they did, nothing explicit but hints of sub!wanda.

A/N-. I found this on my draft, had to translate, and I have no idea what was the inspiration or writing process but I thought it was so funny, so here it is. The name is actually quite self-explanatory.

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-&-

In Wanda's defense, a sequence of events led to this unsustainable situation.

It probably started a year ago, when she had mind-tricked the team of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and felt confident enough to try it on someone who was notoriously known for being invulnerable. It was the first time Wanda had been pinned against a wall by another person, and it was the most inopportune situation possible for any feelings other than anger and fear, so of course Wanda had never been so aroused. Things didn’t get any better after that, and in her interactions with you in the Avenger routine a while later, she would probably describe you as having some obscure desire to pin her against things.

In training, against the mat.

In the kitchen, against the counter or the fridge, with bad excuses to reach things or just because you wanted to see her blush or traumatize any team member present.

And one notable time, one that haunted her in wet dreams for weeks, against the door of the motel room you were staying in for one of the countless stakeout missions in search of clues about the Winter Soldier.

Wanda was never so grateful for a shared bathroom as the day she saw you in just a towel, hair and wet muscles exposed.

“Damn, wrong door.” You said with an innocent tone, but it didn’t seem like you had made any mistakes, the little smile giving away your true intentions.

Wanda, who had just emptied the bathroom for the next in line for the shower, clutched the towel to her body tighter, a nervous giggle escaping her.

She's never felt as powerful as she does now, using all her mental and spiritual control not to rip off those towels and grab you with the entire team to witness.

“Did you save some hot water for me, witchy?” You teased with your hand on the doorframe, too close for Wanda to breathe properly. She had to blink her concentration back, her brain barely able to focus on anything other than your inviting lips.

“Hm, I can’t say I have it.”

You lick your lips, a smile threatening to escape as Wanda's eyes followed the movement. "No problem, I need a cold shower anyway." That's what you said, using much more of her personal space than you needed to exit the room.

And for the next few weeks, Wanda could only remember that feeling, her fingers tucked deep inside her pants as she bit her lip to keep from whimpering your name to the ceiling.

The fight between Steve and Tony escalated into a catastrophe shortly after that, and Wanda had a little time to focus on other things.

That is until Clint picked her up at the Tower, and informed her that he had two stops to make. Ant-Man was the easy part, he was loud and energetic and kept Clint busy with excited questions about his life as an Avenger.

You were the proof of the gods.

With a leather jacket you got as a gift from Natasha hiding a band t-shirt that in Wanda's opinion, made you look like the most attractive person she had ever laid eyes on, you threw your backpack on the bench and squeezed in next to her.

You didn't have to press your lips to her cheek, but you did it anyway, as if you and Wanda were great friends, and you had missed her a lot in the last few weeks you hadn't seen each other with all the team's drama.

“What’s up, witchy?” It was so casual that Wanda almost believed that you two had a real relationship and not a history of arguments, teasing and staring challenges.

Clint didn't pay a second thought to the matter, he was stressed with everything that was happening to the team, and he was pleased that you were joining the fight, especially on his side. Having a demigoddess should mean an easy victory, and hopefully, without much fighting.

Staying under wraps in Europe until it was time to meet Steve at the appointed point was a minefield. Four people sharing a van, two of whom were hormonal teenagers, with some sort of battle going on over who would give in first could easily be one of the reasons Clint Barton wanted to stay retired.

Three hours into the ride, and Wanda let out another sigh from the backseat, and he had enough.

“I swear to god I’m going to make you walk all the way there.” The hawk warned, stealing a glance in the rearview mirror, quick enough for him to see you move your hand away from Wanda’s thigh. He snorted in disbelief. “That’s so inappropriate. And disgusting.”

“Don’t be homophobic, Clint.” You immediately retort, but the Avenger shook his head, chuckling reluctantly.

“I’ll tell your cousin what kind of things you do while other people are around you, young lady.” He threatened but you shrugged, an easy laugh escaping you.

“Good luck trying to slut-shame me to the god of fertility.” Your bratty response made Wanda and Scott hide a giggle.

Clint huffed in irritation. “What the hell, that’s not what I’m doing!” He defended himself, offended. “I just don’t want to be there while you make out with your girlfriend.”

You shrug. “Sounds like homophobia to me, man.”

Clint shakes his head indignantly, and tries to look at Scott for some support but the other just shrugs, with an expression that he agrees with your words. The Archer lets out a humorless laugh, and announces that he will stop for food at the next gas station he drives by.

When the stop finally happened, almost an hour later, Clint and Scott practically fled the car.

Wanda thinks she should have at least changed seats.

“Can I ask you something?” She ventured as the noise of the older Avengers talking grew more distant, as they were going to buy food at the convenience store. You hum in agreement, and Wanda swallows hard because she feels your gaze on her. “How did Barton convince you to join the fight?”

The question takes you by surprise. You change seats, and Wanda almost regrets it, but you do it just to look at her and it's more disconcerting than before.

“Why wouldn’t I join? I’m an Avenger too.” Apparently, you wanted to see her reaction. Sometimes, Wanda forgot that not everyone could read minds. Especially you, who, although you could resist any of her magic tricks, didn’t have the same abilities to do them on other people.

“I know, I meant…” She thought for a moment about the right words. “I just got the impression that Thor advised you to stay a little distant from things like that. He himself doesn’t seem to be around much for this kinda of… human and bureaucratic stuff.”

You click your tongue. “I’m human, Wanda. Half, but still.”

“I know!” she snaps back, her cheeks hot. “I just meant—”

“I know what you mean, I’m messing with you.” You cut her off with a giggle, gesturing slightly. “I’m flattered, you know? That you think I’m so strong and amazing, so superior to all of this.” You make an exaggeratedly theatrical expression, and Wanda laughs with an eye roll.

“Oh, shut up.” She retorts, and manages to make you smile too. The lightness of the interaction changes the second after this dialogue ends. You look at her in a different way, more intense and vulnerable, and Wanda swallows hard. She feels like she wants to say a million things at once, but it’s you who speaks first.

“You’re right though, I wasn’t going to get involved.” You say, your typical confidence failing for the first time since Wanda met you. “Diplomatic immunity and Asgardian royalty perks or something like that.” You joke with a weak laugh, but something about the way you’re saying it makes it impossible for Wanda to laugh, let alone breathe properly. “Clint only had to use two magic words to get me on the team.”

She swallows hard, her stomach flipping. “What words?”

You smile at the corner of your mouth, not meeting her eyes for a moment. And then you sigh deeply, and look at her. “Wanda Maximoff.”

The breath that escapes her is shaky and faltering, and you hold her gaze until she gathers her courage. You wait patiently for Wanda to approach, and you don't move at any of her hesitations, until she sighs and grabs the collar of your blouse, pulling you in with determination. Despite the urgency, the first kiss is not rushed. You let her get used to the feeling first, and pull away before Wanda has a chance to protest.

But when you dive back in the next second, you take control. Your hand cups her jaw and your mouth is hungrily against hers, teeth and tongue, devouring every whimper of need she gives you. You’re not immune to Maximoff’s charms either.” You gasp at Wanda’s taste, brow furrowed as if you’re physically unable to pull away.

But you have to, because Clint and Scott can't make a purchase longer than eight damn minutes.

The veterans climb into the car, and the archer turns to the back of the van to deliver the food and catches a glimpse of your disheveled appearances and uneven breathing and grunts of disbelief.

“For the love of god, I don’t even want to know. And don’t you dare touch my stuff!” He says, throwing the snacks into your laps as you and Wanda struggle to hide your giggles.

-&-

The plan was to sneak out, but Stark closed the airport. Steve's order was for everyone to put on their suits and follow him, but Wanda ended up trapped between the closed door of the van and your body.

“Everything okay, girls?” Captain America asked uncertainly, and without moving away, you forced a smile at Steve.

“Sure, Cap. I’ll just wish Wanda a good fight. We’ll catch up with you for a grand entrance, I promise.” It’s practically a warning that you’re going to do this regardless of Steve’s permission, so he clears his throat and waves for the team to follow him ahead.

The Avengers have barely finished walking away - she can still hear Clint complaining that the two of you haven't let go of each other when you lean your face down and kiss her.

She doesn't know what she expected, but she certainly doesn't feel prepared for this kind of kiss. Sloppy and charged with lust, just a few hours after she experienced the sensation of having your lips for the first time.

Your firm hands on her waist and the extra support of the van are the only things keeping her upright. Her wobbly legs gave out at the first bite of her lip, three kisses ago.

Between one gasp and another, and this because neither of you wants to let go, Wanda tries to remind you of what they are doing in Germany.

“We have to go. The others. The fight.” Each word comes between one kiss and another, and she’s not even trying to open her eyes, because you drag your mouth down her jaw and start pressing your lips to her neck with enough intention to make her arch her body towards you and forget the world around her.

Though you look equally affected, you manage to break the caresses with a husky chuckle. “Who the hell came up with the idea of adding a damn corset to your uniform, Wanda?”

The question makes her bite her lip, especially since she catches the way your gaze is fixed on her collarbone.

“I chose it myself. Don’t you like it?” She teases with false innocence, baiting you by puffing out her chest in your direction.

Your fingers reach up and pull at the limit of what the corset's laces will hold without opening, the gesture being suggestive enough for Wanda to tremble.

“I loved it, that’s the problem.” You murmur, evidently aroused, your mouth marking her skin again. “How do they expect me to fight with you looking like that around me. All I can think about is undressing you…” A soft bite on your lobe, and Wanda moans directly into your ear. “God, I could fuck you right here.”

“There’s no time.” She pants back, but your grip tightens a little and Wanda is sure that if you try to take her clothes off in the middle of this parking lot, she’ll help you.

“We can make time.”

But your whispered phrase carries a meaning she can’t ignore. She struggles to push her arousal away and manages to retort a hoarse “What?”

Your hands reach inside the suit's jacket, and move downward. Wanda gasps as she feels them on her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing your hips together. The sensation is so delirious that she almost forgets she asked a question.

“We can kill time if we let the boys fight alone.” Your voice combined with all the attraction she’s kept secret for so long is like a siren song taking her mind to places far removed from Avengers intrigue, and more like beds or mats. Or anywhere you can press her, including this car. “Romanoff knows how to take care of herself, and the others wouldn’t even notice.”

“Yes, they would.” She retorts with a soft laugh before pulling your mouth back to hers. Kissing her again wakes something in you. Your hands go frantic, tugging and squeezing, and Wanda finds herself pressed completely against the iron door with one of your legs between hers. The softest press of your knee against her core makes Wanda gasp in a whimper.

You break the kiss to rest your forehead against hers. “You sound so beautiful when you make those sounds.” But she needs to put more distance between you, because she won’t be able to stop if she doesn’t do it now.

“We can’t.” She insists, one hand on your stomach to gently push you away. “Not now. And not here.” She sighs at the dark look in your eyes. “We gave you our word that we would help.”

For a moment, it looks like you’re going to ignore it, your lips brushing together, teasing away whatever sanity she has left. But then, you kiss her cheek and pull away, and Wanda would have slid down to the floor if it weren’t for van’s support.

“Okay, I’ll help.” You declare with a determination that makes Wanda swallow hard.

She barely has time to work on her appearance and has to rush to catch up with you, sprinting towards the team.

You missed the grand entrance - Things were about to start, and you interrupted a spider-clad teenager with an energy pulse that threw him away and kept him pinned to the ground.

“Sorry guys, I’m really busy today.” You announced. Everyone looked at you in shock, Tony seemed genuinely surprised to see you pick a team, and Steve seemed worried that you had changed your mind. When you started fighting with everyone, things got even more serious.

But Wanda didn't even have time to think about what it all meant; she realized that you weren't hurting them. You were bringing them together, to face them all at once.

Vision was probably the only one there who could do any damage due to the Infinity Stone, so she needed to keep him under control.

And with Spider-Boy safe and immobilized just like Vision, you screamed to the heavens.

“Heimdall, let’s take my friends for a ride!”

The Avengers only had time to widen their eyes. The transport was almost immediate.

Wanda closed her eyes, as shocked as the others, but the trip was actually smooth. While half the team was still fighting on the rainbow that led to Asgard, you held her by the waist, and the landing was calm and coordinated.

Steve was the first to approach you, as furiously as everyone else. “What do you think you’re doing? Send us back right now! We have to-”

“Sorry, I’m on vacation.” You cut him off, shrugging. Your hand is clasped in Wanda’s, who’s standing behind you.

The team all stands around, angry and surprised. Steve gives an incredulous laugh, but Tony actually laughs.

“Wow, that’s impressive, Rogers. Seriously, this time you outdid yourself in the worst decisions you could make. You didn’t think about what could happen when you called her to fight, she has the maturity of a ten-year-old!”

“Wow, and you can talk about maturity, can’t you Tony?”

You rolled your eyes, leaving them behind, cursing each other. Natasha was trying to stop King T'Challa from attacking Bucky, but none of them had a way out of here. Rhodes took off his armor helmet and was commenting on how huge Asgard was with Sam, while Clint tried to get a cell phone signal to warn Laura that he would most definitely be late. You think Ant-Man was trying to take pictures, but you got distracted by Wanda on the way through the Bifrost.

“Are we just going to leave them?” She asked, glancing at the irritated team.

You shrug. “Yeah, Heimdall will keep an eye on them. And when they calm down, the palace awaits. And you will see my royal chamber now.”

Wanda purrs, her cheeks flushed. “You’re getting pretty confident.” She teases, making you smile.

“I’m just inviting you to a late-night fondue.” You joke, and it’s Wanda’s turn to chuckle before pressing her lips against yours.

Some of the Avengers complain in the background but none of you are paying attention to them anymore.