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victorjbanisfamilyfoundation · 9 months ago

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Here's to Trans Awareness Week 🥂

Banis's 'The Son Goes Down', from The Man From C.A.M.P. series, featured a trans woman. Rosarita Beech (as exhibited here in an abridged excerpt). The wording is a bit dated, and at worst her age is viewed a little negatively. But she was portrayed as a proud leader, a caring mother, and a joyful woman.

So, very positive for 1966. But we believe we can do more. Through our upcoming Agents of C.A.M.P. series, we intend to have lots of trans protagonists, characters, and authors, starting with the non-binary protagonists of the first novel by our project lead @laurenfoxmakesthings.

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"Rosarita Beech!"

There was no mistaking the identity of his host or rather hostess, for the one-time female impersonator had once gained for himself some notoriety by paying a visit to Denmark. He had gone, as he had been quoted by the press, "an old man" he had come back "a new woman."

That, of course, had been quite a few years in the past. There was little left of the once ravishing beauty, now a gaunt, spindly creature with eyes and mouth too large for her face, arms too long for her body, and hands too large for her arms. Even her clothes were outdated and worn out. The lace that she wore over her head fell limply and raggedly about her shoulders, the red of her ruffled dress was faded to a dirty pink. Yet there was still something about her that was compelling and exciting, something that seemed to say she was not yet finished.

In his surprise at seeing his friend of old Jackie had forgotten his armed companions and the manner in which he had been brought here. Now he suddenly remembered.

"What’s the big idea?" he demanded, indicating the goons. "Didn’t anyone tell you, you can’t get a man with a gun?"

"To be honest, love, that’s about the only way I can get one these days," Rosarita answered, sweeping across the room to wave her hand grandly in the faces of the hoods, who quickly fled the room. "But I didn’t intend for them to use one on an old sister. I hope they didn’t hurt you."

"Only my nerves," Jackie assured her. "To be honest I thought I had stumbled onto something much more sinister. I was all prepared to fight my way back out of here."

The gaudily painted eyes looked him up and down. "Hmm, now that you mention it, you might yet have to. I do believe you’re more stunning every time I see you." She didn’t allow him any opportunity to answer, speaking in an almost continual stream of words. "First, some sherry for you, positively reeking of Spanish Fly oh, my dear, you wouldn’t believe some of the Spanish flies I’ve had in my life — and then we’re going to talk seriously always a chore for me, if you remember."

Jackie did remember, but he offered no protest as she thrust the sherry into his hand and fairly dragged him to a sagging divan. "Well, you can start by telling me how you knew I was in town," he said while she was pausing for breath.

She guffawed at that, flinging her head back and lifting her feet off the floor. "Oh, you ought to remember I never miss a trick that’s the story of my life in a nutshell. There isn’t a damned thing goes on in this town I don’t hear about, usually before it happens. One of my spies actually the whole town’s on my payroll — came flitting in here to tell me about a wild blond who had just crossed the border with a handsome man in tow — by the way, what did you do with him? No, never mind, you probably killed him with that sex drive of yours and left his body in an alley; not, I pray, near here or I’ll have to buy off the local constabulary tomorrow — again."

"So you sent your boys to fetch me and bring me here. Now the question is, was this just to see an old friend or did you have something on your mind?"

"Merciful heavens, the things I’ve got on my mind would make Fanny Hill enter a convent. But seriously now, enough of your humor. I did have a reason."

Jackie waited patiently for her to explain, surprised to see that she actually had grown sober for a minute.

"I’ve been working this house for years now," she explained. "I came down here for a visit and when I saw all of the lovely young American servicemen tripping around I decided to go into the business. Patriotic Nell, that’s what they always called me — I was a Victory girl, you know, with gardens and all. I hoed from one coast to the other during the war."

Jackie’s own recollection was that Rosarita’s war efforts had consisted of running pretty much the same sort of businesses from one coast to the other; and her employees had been known as Victory Darlings, more for the initials than as a tribute to their patriotism. But he did not interrupt.

Rosarita’s expression and tone was one of wistful reminiscence. She was almost talking more to herself than to Jackie as she thought back over the years. "It’s been good for me down here, south of the border. Of course my friends were always telling me to go down, but I had to find out for myself. Anyway, where was I oh, yes. Well, there was this man — a perfect angel I can tell you that. How I loved that s.o.b. Almost gave up the business for him, but one of us had to work and God knows he wasn’t about to. Worse yet, he had a family."

"A family?" Jackie prompted. "You mean a real one?"

Rosarita sniffed as though her honesty were being questioned. "As real as anything else in this fairy world. Two heavenly little boys. Seems his wife just ran off and left the lot of them, so of course he brought them to me. Told me I was the reason his wife ran off, so I owed it to him to help with the kids. But I didn’t mind, they were little sweethearts. That ape didn’t even know what their names were."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Well, he was; that’s a fact. But to make a story short, he decided after a little while to imitate his wife and there I was with two children to raise." At that Jackie had to raise his eyebrows. The image of Rosarita Beech as a mother was a hard one to envision. "You kept them?" he asked, trying not to sound dubious. "Raised them as my own," she declared […]

A warning bell sounded in the back of Jackie’s mind and he began putting the pieces together. "You said, ‘could,’ didn’t you?"

His hostess raised a handkerchief to dab at her eyes. With anyone else the gesture might have seemed artificial. But he knew her well enough to know that the sadness she revealed, ever so briefly, was genuine. "That’s why I wanted to see you, darling, I need your help. Something’s happened to him."

Jackie’s interest quickened. He had suspected that the evening was only a diversion, unconnected with the case upon which he was working. It was beginning to look, however, as though the two affairs might be closely related.

"What do you mean, something’s happened to him?"

"He’s gone, that’s what I mean." She was practically wailing as she made the statement.

"Maybe he just ran away. It sounds cruel, but young men at that age frequently feel the urge to get out on their own."

Her eyes flashed angrily at the suggestion. "Not my Ramon, I can tell you that. It may be hard to believe, old bag that I am, but that little stallion loved me just like I was his mother."

Jackie regretted having made the suggestion. "It’s not hard to believe at all," he said soothingly, patting one gnarled hand. "I shouldn’t have said it at all."

She accepted the apology with a wan smile. "Anyway, he was going to be out on his own in a few weeks. I gave him some money for his birthday, just for that purpose, so he could do some traveling, see the world a bit. No, he didn’t run away."

"Do you think he was kidnapped?"

"That’s the damnedest part. I was convinced of it and I was ready to pay any price they asked. You may not believe this, but I’ve got more jewelry stashed away in this house than they have at Tiffany’s. Always kept my money in diamonds, you know. But the silly thing is, no one’s contacted me. Not a word about ransom."

"I see." From all appearances, it seemed that Rosarita’s young Ramon had been a victim of the same kidnapping ring that Jackie was already trying to track down.

#trans awareness week #trans #the man from c.a.m.p.#the son goes down #victor j banis #victor j. banis #jackie holmes #rosarita beech #trans representation

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iturbide · 5 years ago

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⭐ directors commentary is always fun! go wild, pick what you want!

bany you’re not helping you know full well how much i’ve written for The AU

Grabbing his IV pole in one hand and a chair in the other, Galo moved around to the far side of the bed, taking a seat and folding his fingers around Lio’s hand. His skin felt slightly brittle, even to that gentle touch, and it took every ounce of willpower for the firefighter to keep his grip steady, rather than pulling away or tensing up. He still couldn’t see any change in the mask, but from this close, he could at least see the Burnish breathing, which was arguably a good sign – but what worried him was how cold Lio felt. Every other Burnish he’d sat with, who had touched him, had left a warm feeling nested in his heart; but with Lio, it felt like…an absence of heat, the impression of fire remembered through the ash that remained. If there was an ember left, he couldn’t feel it.

But he stayed, even so, listening to the machines around him, steady whirs and intermittent beeps breaking up the silence. And when he couldn’t take that anymore, he started talking, quietly, about anything that came to mind: about Burning Rescue, about Lucia and her inventions and the Matoitech they were both so proud of, about Aina and her burning heart, about the chief and Remi and Varys, and how he missed the pizza from Pop’s place, and how he hoped Marco was okay…and how he hoped Lio would be, too.

After a while, he thought he felt a little bit of warmth pulsing against his fingers, though it was hard to tell what was really Lio’s and not just his own. When he chanced another glance at the Burnish, he couldn’t spot any more ash flakes; that was a good sign, if nothing else. He thought there might be a little more color in his skin, too, though it was hard to tell with as pale as Lio was. Galo kept talking, though, because it was either that or listen to the medical monitors, and he knew that would drive him insane: he talked about the other Burnish he’d met with so far, since he had a feeling Lio would want to know how they were doing, and how he thought they were going to be okay now that the Federation had taken over the hospitals. He debated whether or not he should mention what the Promeopolis doctors had done…and decided against it. Mostly because he didn’t trust himself to keep calm if he tried to voice that.

Something twitched in his palm.

Looking over to make sure the Burnish was okay…he saw one of the monitors starting to flash as a spinning triangle grew in the middle of the screen. That was weird. But now he definitely felt Lio’s fingers curling in his, and something was flickering in his chest now, unsteady, like sparks over dry leaves fizzling and trying to light. “Hey,” he murmured, tightening his hand slightly. “Hey, you awake?”

He saw the Burnish squeeze his eyes shut a little tighter, felt his fingers clench, watched his chest rise as he took in a deep, audible breath…and heard it catch.

The mask went from foggy white to soot black in less than a second as Lio started coughing, convulsing, his free hand clawing at the band that kept it on him while the other clung to Galo’s fingers. “E-easy! Easy, Lio, just – just take a breath,” the firefighter babbled, trying not to panic while he pulled the face mask free. He wasn’t sure if it helped or not; all he knew was that suddenly he could hear those strained breaths a lot more clearly, too shallow and rasping between coughs that brought up gouts of smoke. Tightening his fingers on Lio’s hand, Galo threw his other arm across the Burnish, pulling him in close and feeling Lio’s forehead press against the curve of his neck. “I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’ve got you, Lio, it’s okay, just – deep breaths, okay?”

He tried to draw one, and very nearly dissolved into his own fit of coughs when the acrid smoke scraped the back of his throat. But he managed to tamp it down (if only barely), breathing deep and blowing it out in a slow sigh before taking another. He thought he heard the Burnish try to mimic it…only for it to hitch and shudder into another painful fit, and something was searing through his heart as Lio clutched at him, and all he could do was hold on tight to that sputtering fire and pray it would manage to light.

He didn’t know how long it took. It felt like hours, when his nerves were frayed like one of Vinny’s chew toys. But eventually – finally – the Burnish managed to take a breath that didn’t end with him choking up more smoke. And another, too small and too shallow to do much, but better than the nothing he’d been getting. “That’s it,” Galo mumbled encouragingly, “keep going like that, nice and easy…”

A thin, rattling whine rose from somewhere around his shoulder. “Gh…Gal-o?”

“None other,” he joked weakly, squirming his way up onto the edge of the bed and pulling Lio in as close as he could manage. To his shock, the Burnish didn’t try to push him away – he clung tighter, instead, and Galo swore he felt a foreign flicker in his breast with every one of Lio’s ragged gasps. “Easy does it, come on…”

The Burnish didn’t stop shaking. But the smoke thinned out, his breath started coming a little deeper, and with it a steady warmth finally settled somewhere deep in the firefighter’s chest. Running his hand up and down Lio’s back a few more times, he felt the Burnish start to slump against his side and scrambled to shore him up. “H-hey, whoa, you okay?”

The firefighter felt the slightest pressure as Lio squeezed his fingers. “Wh-what hap’ned?”

“Uh. A lot,” Galo mumbled. “But just take it easy, okay, it’s all taken care of now–”

“Galo.”

He stiffened at the sharpness of that voice. “Y-yeah?”

“What happened.”

“Lio–”

“Tell me.”

His gut twisted. But somehow, he didn’t think he’d be getting out of this conversation. So he steeled his nerves and started in.

Look I have approximately 300 different things in this one fic that I want to yell about, so I’m just taking an early one and running with it. And even this one includes…at least three separate things I’m excited about, including A) Burnish-specific medical treatments and equipment, B) effects of sedation on Burnish and their connection to the Promare, and C) Burnish-to-Burnish connections (proximity-based and otherwise) and associated support. Like holy fuck there’s so much cool stuff to dig into.

Like, just think about how different Burnish are from humans without a connection to the Promare. They’re bound to a literal living flame that gives them regenerative powers and control over fire to the point that heat doesn’t even faze them. Trying to provide the same medical treatment to a Burnish as a non-Burnish probably won’t go well, because their innate biology had been radically altered by their connection to the Promare. Enter Burnish-specific treatments: while Promeopolis has remained in the dark ages when it comes to Burnish treatment, the rest of the world has advanced considerably, and not only learned what kinds of treatment Burnish benefit from, but actively seeks to provide it. Supporting Burnish flames with IV treatments and supplied oxygen, having means to perform necessary treatments that circumvent the regeneration factor…it could have been done – and outside Promeopolis, it was.

And then there’s the whole idea of Burnish connections to their Promare. Canon already tells us that a Burnish can’t survive without their flame – it’s why the painful extraction used for the warp drive was so insidious, not to mention why the flame transfers were so important. But freezing or removing flames aren’t the only ways to threaten them: there’s smothering, as well. Antiquated sedation methods designed to control a flame by stiffing it are probably common in Promeopolis, given how they generally treat Burnish; assuming that it manages to stay lit at all, coming back around would be an uncomfortable joint venture for both the Burnish and the flame they’re attached to as they try to regain a stable connection after that cruel attempt to stamp it out.

Which leads into the Burnish-to-Burnish connection. Again, this is something we see not infrequently in canon, from the way Lio, Gueira, and Meis bring their flames together at the close of Lio-hen to the life-saving Burnish CPR method where a flame is literally passed to another Burnish in an attempt to keep theirs burning. With Promare themselves being widely connected – a hivemind of sorts, perhaps most akin to a community of coral – it’s practically a given that Burnish can sense one another through their flames, most notably their emotions and their pain. While this is easy enough for experienced Burnish who are well aware of their local Conflagration, it’s somewhat unavoidable when there’s physical contact involved: what Galo’s feeling isn’t just the pain of Lio’s flame trying to catch post-sedation, there’s a much larger and more insidious problem he’s getting a sense of, whether he realizes it or not.

#answered #banyanas #meme #writing #fanfiction #promare #galo thymos #lio fotia #look there are so many more things i could talk about #lio not knowing how to just relax and let himself recover for example #the whole nightmare with the ash flaking #endlessly on and on #this thing is too big bany #snippets

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harrysmimi · 3 years ago

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Little Lad

Synopsis: One where Harry has to take care of his baby on his own for the first time

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Little Emir was just nine months old and already a big mama's boy.

Harry was very jealous of that really, both ways, that little stole away his wife, and he clearly loves his mum more. But he also cherishes that, seeing his bany have such and amazing relationship with his Mummy already.

YN owned one of the most busy and known Bakery Cafe in the city, which meant her being busy with work most of the time though she still made time for her family. She had a last minute client come in with a huge wedding cake request, which her and her team of course did not deny. But that meant she sad to spend all night at bakery to het the order ready. His anxiety started to settle in when she called in after lunch to tell him she will home very late.

Harry can get through this, right?

He have been on a break since he wife was eight months pregnant. He has been there tending to his little lad along with bis wife. But god did he not except for a full breakdown from his nine month old boy.

All day Harry spent his time, cleaning up after the little boy. It seemed this much when he'd gotten so used to help of his wife. The laundry was a hassle. Washing up the poopy diaper and tiny clothes without anyone by his side.

He had Emir sat by the side on a little blanket with his toys to keep him busy as he did the laundry and dishes for the day. Hearing his little baby talk.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching his lad be all fascinated by this new toy his mum got him, wood measuring spoons which he could chew on too. He threw it across the room, bunch of spoons went straight to the electronic appliances and started crawling his way to the toy. Harry didn't understand his play time one bit. "No, don't go there!" He picked him back up and fetched his toys.

But is Emir going to listen? He's a little baby!

It happened once, twice, thrice. Harry gave up and moved up all the appliances on the counter. Did it make a huge mess in the kitchen? Yes! At least his little boy isn't going to hurt himself.

There were house chores he had to get all done so his wife can come home and rest after working for hours and hours straight. Being a pastry chef is hard enough. He just wanted to help but he couldn't when he has a baby who is full of energy and adrenaline being introduced to his new toys this week.

Emir takes up after him for that, he would agree.

Harry's the same whilst on stage performing to his fans.

But this was exhausting for him to do everything on his own, plus his anxiety was doing nothing but add fuel to the fire. The boy kept running into things or getting himself stuck in things. He never noticed how easy it is to have another person around to help. It's usually him and his wife doing all the mundane things together, it is easy that way as there is always someone with a baby who had just learned to crawl. And he's a quick crawler.

Harry was becoming more and more tired having to run around after him, or calm him down after very fifteen minutes when he'd go to wash some dishes or get the laundry all sorted, or get the cats fed and clean up their litter boxes. Or when he prepared for dinner for himself and the boy.

Emir had a nappy burst when Harry thought he had gotten five minutes to sit down and breathe. The bath time was traumatising, with Emir screaming and crying for no reason. That's when Harry realised it was long after his nap time and he was sleepy and tired and hungry as well.

"It's okay my love, Papa's here for you." He assured his little boy after he had calmed himself down, which wasn't for more than three minutes. "I love you." Harry wiped his teary eyes with the pads of his thumbs, wrapped him up in a towel burrito before taking him to the master bedroom. He got the little lad dressed in his sleep onesie and brought him downstairs.

"I'm so sorry, Papa is having a hard time with your Mumma gone." He shared as he had him settled into his highchair, "I'm trying my very best, I promise." He felt bad.

Seeing Emir's tired eyes teary, as he was almost dozing off to sleep without having been eaten, it was his fault that he couldn't look after his son when his wife is stuck at work. Only if he could keep track of time properly and have fed him first than getting distracted by cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry. He felt a heavy pit in his stomach of guilt.

"Come on, Emir eat up then we can go to bed." Harry was feeding the little boy his dinner. He was all strapped up in his high chair, busy playing babbling and smacking his hands on the table still tired and worm out to the fullest.

"Mumma-mumma-mumma." He started his squealing. He learned to call both his parents recently.

"Mummy is working, my baby," Harry talked to him, "is that good?" He cooed watching him take a bite of the little rice porridge he made from YN's mum's recipe. "I know it's not as good as your mum makes it, but we can make it due."

His phone started ringing, "oh look, it's your mummy!" Harry answered the face time call from YN and perched up his phone against Emir's water bottle.

"Hello boys!" YN chirped. Harry saw she was kneading some pink fondant. "Are my lads doing lad things that lads do cause lads are cool?" Harry laughed at that.

"Mamma!" Emir squealed.

"Hello my love, are you eating your dinner?" YN said.

"I don't know how you do this." Harry spoke up.

"What?"

"Feed him, he's so wiggly!" Harry exclaimed trying to give Emir another little spoon full of food. "See! This is why I took up on bottle feeding." YN just laughed. Harry's very afraid to spoon feed him because he's afraid that the metal cutlery is going to hurt his boy somehow. He loves to sit with his with a bottle of milk or formula, that's a good bonding activity as well.

"I probably sound like a horrible person, but — Emir come on, darling!" Harry was close to having a breakdown.

"Harry, it's okay, love. You're doing good he just looks a bit tired." He watched her take her phone and head out of the kitchen telling her employees what to do next whilst she talked for a minute on the call. "It's okay!"

"I don't know, I've been anxious all day." He shared, "you do it all so flawlessly."

Honestly she doesn't. He had seen her make mistakes too but she knows how to quickly move on and fix her mistakes. He didn't know how she does that, really. He reckons it's because she lived with her older brother who's got three kids here in London until she married. She always talked about baby sitting the babies when her brother and his wife would go out, for work or whatever it was.

"And that's okay, okay?" She assured him, "I am so sorry I can't come back home right now. You're already doing so good."

"I hope so, he hasn't eaten anything, I forgot to put him down for a nap earlier as I got caught up with the chores." Harry pouted still trying his best to have his little boy fed. "What do I do!?"

"Harry, look at me," she demanded so he did, "play with him for a bit and then try again. If that doesn't work then give him some formula."

"Okay." He nodded. Emir knocked off the bowl of rice, spilling it all over himself. "Oh god, I'm gonna cry!"

The little boy started laughing finding it humourous.

"Yeah, you find it funny huh?" Harry scoffed. Can he be mad at that adorable face? He placed a kiss on his boy's head.

"Anyway, Harry I'll be home after midnight so please don't wait up for me okay?" YN shared.

"Do you have too much work?" Harry looked concerned looking at his tired wife. Yeah, she hasn't been working that much since Emir's birth, but the breast feeding and everything which comes post delivery was taking a toll on her, physically. He hated to see that. He felt bad to even ask that question.

"No, almost done here." She shared, looking down at her work station, "just a handful of things to sort out then, Jay and Kat will be delivering the cake tomorrow at the venue."

"Okay, drive home, yeah?"

"Mhmm, I will." She nodded, "please don't be hard on yourself. Give him some formula and he'll be off to sleep."

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too!" YN blew a kiss each to both her boys before she hung up.

"You're a proper lad, aren't you?" Harry sighed and scooped up his son out of his highchair carefully. "Being so rowdy today."

Emir just laughed and shied away, hiding in his dad's chest. Harry chuckled and brought him in the kitchen with him, propping the baby on his hip he made a bottle of formula. "Let's go lounge on the sofa, hmm?"

Harry got comfy with his baby on the sofa, draping the fluffy throw on the boy to keep him warm. Emir just lied on his chest having his meal all sleepy yet it didn't seem like he wanted to sleep.

"Mumma!" He squealed looking at his dad.

"No, baby I'm Papa." Harey laughed. "Can you say Papa?"

"Papa!" He squealed again.

"Yay!" Harry celebrated, pressing sloppy kisses on his chubby cheeks. "I'm really sorry, my love. I was having a bad day today." He felt guilty for having him wait up for dinner. "I hope you aren't mad at me. Mumma is a really good help, isn't she? But she's stuck at work today. I know we shouldn't rely on her but this was the first time were together, isn't it? We had a lads day in today. Well, more like you had a proper lad day. Where did you get all the energy from, hmm?"

Emir just sighed dramatically, resting his head back on his dad's chest. All snuggled up he was starting to fall asleep.

Harry adores his little boy. He worried the day he was born because he didn't had that love-at-first-sight connection with him. It took him time to learn about him. His little boy was a new human and he felt like he needed to get to know him first, but there was no doubt he would protect the little bundle of joy with his life. It took some time to make peace with it all, that it was okay to feel that way.

Now they're both inseparable. Even though Emir is more of his Mumma's boy, he still manages to have fun with his Papa.

Today just added to that all that guilt for him.

The next thing Harry knew was feeling gentle taps on his arm. "Harry, do you wanna go sleep in our bed?" It was his wife he found when he finally opened his eyes and found his boy missing.

"Where did Emir go?" He panicked.

"I put him in his cot." She shared, "do you wanna go upstairs and get comfortable?"

"Yeah, sorry I fell asleep here." He sighed, "when did you get back?"

"Just fifteen minutes ago."

"Hmm, let's go upstairs and sleep. I am so tired." He got up to follow after her, "did you manage to get the order done?"

"Yeah, we did." She yawned making him giggle, "sorry I'm very tired."

"So am I, love." He draped his arm around her waist, tuck her closer to him.

"How did your day go?"

"Oh, don't ask!" He sighed dramatically. "I still feel bad, you know." He was walking straight to bed giving her space to go get ready to join him but, she stopped him.

"It's okay, Harry." She cooed, "come sit here. Please?"

"Come on." He walked her to their bed.

"You don't have to feel bad, okay? I know you tried your best, he knows you did." She assured him, stood in between his thighs to hug him.

"But I don't know if he ate properly." His voice was low as he sniffled, his face buried in her chest. "I got so distracted."

"Harry he's a baby, he'll wake us up if he's hungry." She said, running her fingers through his hair, "you know it's okay to make mistakes I'm sure he isn't even going to remember anything in the morning. We'll do one thing, let's bring him over to sleep in our bed tonight, yeah?"

Harry doesn't like that. He'd insisted on sleep training their baby since he turned six months old, but he agreed today.

"Yeah!" He nodded.

"Harry? You're crying?" She cooed and bent down to look at him. "It's okay, I promise."

"I, I know. I just can't help it." He chuckled sheepishly. YN smiled and wiped away his tears with her sweater paws, press a few sloppy kisses on his either of cheeks.

"I brought made your favourite cake pops." She reminded him, "kept them away in the fridge for you."

"You did?" His face lit up instantly.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "the ones with chocolate cake and coffee butter cream."

"Oh I love you so much!" With his arms wrapped around her middle he pulled her down, flipping them over he buried her down in the mattress.

"Oh my..." She laughed, "I should have told you that earlier."

"Yeah!" He agreed. "You should have!" Lifting his head up from her neck to look at her, he pressed sloppy wet kisses all over her face.

"Now don't go eat them all cuz I used a lot of coffee in it." She explained, "you won't be sleeping tonight then."

"I'll go bring our little lad in then, leave you to relax and do your skincare and stuff." He gave her another peck on the mouth before he lifted himself off her.

"Mhmm."

When YN returned from taking a shower and doing her skincare, he found her boy fast asleep. Emir lied on his side in the middle spooning his small teddy tucked under his arms. Harry lied just behind him with his hand rested on his little tummy.

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meowzfordayz · 3 years ago

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nicknames

Author’s Note: mentioned in talk to me that nicknames hcs may be written… and here they are !! Was my original intent to just list nicknames w/ brief synopsis? Mhm. Was there overcompensation starting around Kyojuro bc the prior hcs seemed long, but what w/ the overcompensation the final hcs ended up being the longest? Mhmmm.

nicknames

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~3,200

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

For you

Definitely calls you [y/n]-chan

—Which, btw, can be an affectionate honorific between lovers (regardless of gender!)

Well

More like, [y/n]-chaaaaan 😇

Totally smug bc only he’s allowed to address you w/ that honorific

If he ever calls you just [y/n], then he’s either

Stressed

Horny

Will shakily call you baby if you rile him up enough

For him

Zeni, Zenitsu-chan, ⚡️Zap Zap alternatively, Zapped⚡️

Zeni’s your go-to when you’re sleepy, lazy, feeling cute

Zenitsu-chan for when you’re trying to embarrass him

—As much as he loves addressing you as -chan, flip it on him and he gets suuuper flustered

—Especially since you seem to do it solely in public ??

—Not once have you called him Zenitsu-chan behind closed doors

—And no, I will not elaborate on ⚡️Zap Zap alternatively, Zapped⚡️

For you

Occasionally calls you [y/n]-sama

Bc you’ll slap him and he likes it

“I am not a kami, and I am not your superior either.”

But usually sticks to random things in nature

My little leaf

My big bug

My pretty pebble

My wiggle worm

—Fun fact !! I’m fine w/ spiders, but worms ?? Anything w/ more than 8 legs ?? 😳 #gtfo

For him

Hashibira Inosuke

He hates the formality

“Oii! Don’t act like you don’t know me!”

Don’t act like we don’t fall asleep spooning 😓

Whenever he does something amusingly stupid — boar headed dumbass ~w/ fondness

But if he pisses you off? Hashibira ~only you can bring him to his knees

Interpret that as you will 😉

‘Nosuke when you miss him

‘Nosuke’s his favorite — makes him as happy as it does sad

Happy bc it’s a reminder of what he means to you

Sad bc, well, it’s a reminder of what he means to you

And of how difficult it is to be apart

Himejima Gyomei

For you

[y/n]

Might not seem like much

But he’s, yanno, traditional

So for him to call you by ~just your first name

Demonstrates a comfortability, a familiarity, that nobody else has w/ him

Would call you anything tho if you just thought to ask

For him

Honey

Also, big softie hahaha let’s be real tho, he’s totally a big hardie

Similarly tho, you tend to call him ~just Gyomei

He’s so used to being call Himejima-sama or Himejima-san

That simply calling him Gyomei flusters him

“Gyomei…” you murmur, forehead resting against his

“[y/n],” he whispers

You could go back and forth repeating each other’s names for hrs

It’s gross sickeningly sweet

For you

Princess

He likes its ✨versatility✨

“Princess,” he murmurs—sultry, seductive, teasing—drunk on how you squirm needily beneath him

“Princess,” he rasps, heart cracking as he takes in your huddled form, “Princess, what’s wrong?”

“Princess,” he grumbles, batting at your pesky hands as you attempt to tickle him, “I’m not ticklish, stop- S-stop- Ahhh.” (he’s ticklish)

“Princess,” he smirks as you cling to his haori, “I’ll be back soon. I promise,” he pecks your nose, “Demons ain’t got nothing on my love for you,” he swallows, throat tightening, tilting your chin up to kiss you deeply, reassuringly, “Nothing.”

For him

So I could say prince and call it a day

But that’s a tad too cringe for me 😬

Instead, let’s say

Oba

Obi

Oba-obi

Ban

Ban-ban

Bani

Nai

Nai-nai

Basically every iteration/shortening of his name

Except for his actual name

Sometimes he loses track of them

And doesn’t realize he’s Ana

“Is my name really too long for you to remember?” he nudges you playfully

“Nooo,” you roll your eyes, “But you’re so cuuute! My Oba-oba!”

He rolls his eyes back

Lowkey squealing inside

He’s 100% your Oba-oba

And very cute

The cutest

For you

Darling and sweetheart

Quoted from talk to me: “He’s just so… tender? Gentle? His soul is fricking kindness incarnate like literally 😭”

His guilty pleasure he doesn’t feel guilty about it at all is knowing he can influence your scent depending on what he calls you

Darling, and you smell faintly of vanilla and giddiness — of affection and closeness

Sweetheart, and he smells traces of spearmint and confidence — of yes I’m sweet and yes I’m your heart

He’s tried other nicknames

Love — roses, soaking under a waterfall

Dearest — citrus, a bit of embarrassment

Precious — lavender, the quiet of sunrise

But he can’t get enough of your hazy vanilla

Can’t get enough of your stutter inducing spearmint

You’re the only addiction he indulges in

The only addiction he trusts

For him

Tan

—Personal favorite of mine teehee

—Something about it just oozes intimacy imo

—I’m struggling to come up w/ anything else

—Bc in my brain, he’s… Idk ?! He’s Tan ?!?!?!

Tan as you run drowsy fingers through his mussed hair, his head safely in your lap

Tan as you peer at him over the rim of your mug of tea *sip sip*

Tan as his abs glisten above you, droplets of sweat caressing your skin, pupils dilated, warm warm warm TanTanTan p-please “I’ve got you darling.” p-please “Know just how to take care of you darling.” p-please “Love you darling.” TAN

I’m not thirsty you’re thirsty jEeZ 😵‍💫

For you

Anything sweet + “my”

My honey

My sugar

My sakura mochi (c’mon, you had to know this one was coming 💝)

Also anything remotely related to sweet + “my”

My bumble bee

My tree sap

My strawberry (she’s called you every fruit she knows)

Is it overwhelming?

Absolutely

Do you care?

Absolutely not

You’re perfectly content to be her sweet anything, anytime, anywhere, anyhow

—Altho can be lowkey confusing when she’s eating something sweet

—Bc like, she coos at her food? So is she cooing at her sakura mochi, sakura mochi, or you her sakura mochi ??

For her

So you reeeally want to call her something ❄️special❄️

Something that gets her blushing, melting, flustered, puddle

But like

Everything does that?

You could call her limp noodle and she’d squeal

“Ohmygosh my yuzu I’m your limp noodle? That’s so adorrrable! You could just slurp me up, couldn’t you?!”

And uhh

Yeah, you could just slurp her up 😋

But now you’re blushing, melting, flustered, puddle

Eventually you resign yourself to just calling her random things

It’s pretty entertaining, yanno, the spin she’ll put on whatever you come up w/

Tatami mat

“Staaahp you’re too muuuch my wagashi. I’d totally let you step on me !!” 🤭

For you

Gorgeous

Beautiful

Stunner

Eventually had to clarify that she wasn’t just constantly objectifying you 😅

But that her nicknames for you reflected her perception of your personality too

Will cup your face and call you Magnificent

Just to watch how rapidly you blink

“You flatter me,” you mumble sheepishly

She grins cheerfully, “Of course I do. Pretty.”

For her

Papilio paris (Paris peacock) 🦋

Vanessa indica (Indian red admiral) 🦋

Parantica aglea (glassy tiger) 🦋

Hypolimnas bolina (Great Eggfly) 🦋

Pieris canidia (Indian cabbage white) 🦋

Argynnis paphia (Silver-washed fritillary) 🦋

Papilio macilentus (long tail spangle) 🦋

Did you become a butterfly nerd just for her? 🤓

*insert vigorous nodding here*

—Did I Google “butterflies in Japan” for the purpose of these hcs? *insert more vigorous nodding here*

Tbf, you usually just call her my butterfly

But when you’re feeling extra cute-needy-lonely (really extra anything), then the scientific names come out

And as a fellow nerd, Shinobu’s like

😍😍😍

For you

Don’t come at me but- 😶

I’m tired of Kyojuro calling Reader “my little flame’ or “my fireball” or really anything related to goddamn fire

Do I think it’s in character for him to do so? Yes

Do I think it’s cute? Yes

Everything this man does has me like: 🥰

But am I tired of it? Yes

I feel like he wouldn’t have a particular nickname for you ??

Just… whatever seems right in the moment is what pops out?

So he could call you my little flame

As well as

“Hello my everything, I missed you,” returning from a mission

“Good morning selfish person that I adore,” waking up to you hogging ⅘ of the bed

“You’re doing great bean sprout!” cheering you on as you spar against someone

His nicknames express his vulnerability, his pride, his exact, specific feelings in each exact, specific moment

You’re his sun, moon, and stars

His favorite tune to hum

His favorite weather to walk in

Everything you do has him like: 🥰

For him

Donut boi 💀

Okaaay Ik, Ik, Ik

I just ranted about being tired of Kyojuro calling Reader anything related to goddamn fire

BUT PLS BEAR W/ ME 😭

He’s your sunshine

HOW COULD HE BE ANYTHING ELSE ?!?!?!

☀️☀️☀️

It’s cheesy enough to redden the tips of his ears

But not so cheesy that he can’t handle being called it in public

Which is fortunate, bc the ratio of you calling him Kyojuro and you calling him sunshine is 50:50

—WAAAIT

—I nearly forgot your other nickname for him !!!!!

Kyo

Sunshine’s fine around friends

While Kyo’s acceptable for less… casual, audiences

Obvi still implies your intimate connection, but it’s much better to accidentally call him Kyo vs sunshine in front of Shinjuro 🥴

Plus, Kyo has the additional perk of being easier to stretch

i.e. Kyyyyyo

—You only call him suuunshiiiiine when you’re trying to get on his nerves 😆

P.S. You can’t (get on his nerves) 😌

P.P.S. His love for you >>> than all your attempts to annoy him ever

For you

Jerk = you’re cute

Idiot = you’re adorable

Dumbass = you’re precious

Dumbfuck = let’s fuck you’re beautful

Bitch = you’re my favorite

Cunt = I’d die for you

Babe = babe, my babe

It took a while to decipher his, err, terms of endearment

Now you just smile knowingly

“Idiot, stop drooling,” as you gape at his deliciously sweaty muscles 🤤

“Babe, I said Pass me the rice,” as you eat dinner together

“Dumbass, didn’t you hear me before you left? I said Don’t come back injured,” as you lean heavily against his chest — he’ll tend to your wounds as soon as he’s convinced himself that you’re really, truly in his arms, alive, home

And even if you haven’t deciphered all of his… nicknames, syntax

The softness in his touch, the tentativeness in his gaze

Actions speak louder than words when it comes to Sanemi

That much you’ve fully deciphered

—So sue me I didn’t feel like playing into Kyojuro’s nicknaming tropes, but I’m totally onboard w/ Sanemi’s 😂

For him

Nemi

—Idk what it is w/ me and shortened names, but Kyo, Nemi, Tan, and Zeni are highkey my overall favorites

—Ik practically everyone’s name could be shortened (i.e. Gyo; Suri; Shino; Chiro; Ten), but those just feel… off ??

—Anywho

Surprisingly, he doesn’t scowl or tell you to piss off when you call him Nemi

He just goes quiet, eyes widening slightly

You don’t notice his curling fingers (he’s hiding them in the sleeves of his haori)

Or the way he bites the tip of his tongue (still inside his mouth)

They… they’re calling me… I have a nickname ?!

—Cries 🥺

—#Sanemi must be protected at all costs

“Do you… mind?” you’re hesitant

Normally, he’s Sanemi-san

But you always feel so affectionate, so giddy w/ him

And Sanemi-san just doesn’t express that like Nemi does

You want him to know how you feel

To feel secure in your commitment to him

To feel secure in your belief in him

To feel secure in your love for him

He doesn’t trust himself to respond w/o his voice cracking

Settles for an almost imperceptible shake of his head

Jaw tensing from the bubbles in his stomach

He doesn’t mind

If it’s you, then it’s perfect

For you

—Y’all I’m running out of steam 😮‍💨

—Whenever I write hcs/preferences, I list everyone alphabetically (by last name)

—And typically write in that same order too

—I also do my best to write a similar amount—no favoritism 😤

—Perhaps a tad, but never intentionally

—Going by inspo rather than down the list doesn’t help either, bc then I get extra stuck on whoever I write toward the end

Lovely

Especially when first getting to know each other

He rarely remembered your name

Would smile apologetically, blushing faintly, “I know we’ve met before, but… I can’t quite remember who you are.”

You never took offense

Would nod patiently

“I’m [y/n].”

“Lovely,” he’d murmur, mostly to himself

Eventually, his greeting evolved to, “I know we’ve met before… lovely?”

And you’d giggle pleasantly, “[y/n]. I’m [y/n].”

“What a lovely name!”

“You always say that.”

“Unless your name changes, I’ll always think it’s lovely.”

He hadn’t meant to be flirtatious

But the sudden narrowing of your eyes, the shy dent between your eyebrows — How lovely!

Muichiro def made a mental note Call [y/n] lovely more often

Aaand then promptly forgot said mental note

Regardless, he still calls you lovely bc your name doesn’t change

And gradually-naturally-inevitably

He finds himself graced with your company

More and more often

Until he’s able to greet you

“Hello [y/n],” waving nervously, excitedly, “Lovely as always.”

For him

Silly

You try not to poke fun at his airheadedness too much

He may be difficult to offend

Too airheaded lol

But you’re cognizant and respectful nonetheless

Altho, you can’t help muttering an affectionate silly from time to time

“[y/n]... do you know where my other zori is?”

“Silly,” you chuckle fondly, “You didn’t leave them next to each other?”

…

“Oh. It’s right here.”

What you don’t know is, from time to time, he plays it up

Tilts his head, glancing at you w/ a curious expression

“Did you forget my name again, silly?” you wink

Nope

He hasn’t forgotten your name in a while, actually

But he feels… soothed, adored, cute ??

Whenever you call him silly

Bc, silliness and all, you’ve stuck around this long

And every time you call him silly, he’s reassured that—silliness and all—you’ll continue sticking around

For you

No nicknames for you

But dw!

He occasionally waxes poetry about you instead 🤗

Like, y’all could be eating udon for breakfast, groggy af

And he’s just

“[y/n], you’re my first conscious breath of every morning, a reminder of how delicate, how fragile, how terrifyingly vulnerable, it is to be alive. And yet, that first conscious breath is always vital, always necessary — as beautiful and soothing as it is daunting.”

You stare at him bug eyed

Since when does he say that much in one sentence ??

But then he doesn’t utter anything else — just finishes eating, leans in to kiss your cheek, and goes on his way for the day

That’s more like it

You figure you’ll get used to it

Like, there’ll be some tick, some warning sign, that he’s about to go off

But there never is

His monologues are distant enough from each other that you lowkey forget he even does the thing

And then BAM

You’re sitting behind him one evening, rubbing his shoulders as he kneads at your thighs, and he murmurs

“I’m constantly scared to lose you. To lose the calm of every sunrise, the promise of every noon, the finality of every sunset. You’re my marker of time, my reason, the thread holding together the days. Without you… if someday… you… you didn’t, didn’t make it back, I fear, I know, the days would disintegrate into each other — just as a demon fades to nothing, so too would my grasp on reality without you.”

Sheesh

Like, Can you repeat that please?

But he simply smiles to himself, pats your knees before standing up, offers you a quiet hand

Nothing else said as he guides you to bed

Just a warm, familiar kiss before he drifts to sleep, chin tucked into your hair

For him

Flowers

Something about how you know he dislikes it

Yet can’t bring himself to ask you to stop

So like… does he really dislike it ??

Besides, you’re very thoughtful about which kinds of flowers you call him

Sakura when you can tell he’s hurting: to remind him that to persevere does not always mean to be strong 🌸

Akaibara when you can tell he’s in need of extra loving: to remind him that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere 🌹

Magunoria when he leaves you grasping for words, mesmerized by his very being: to remind him that he’s as beautiful—in mind, body, heart, and soul—as ever

You figure it’s something arbitrary like Flowers are for women

But nuh uh

You’re going to call him by every incredible flower you know

Bc flowers are for everyone

Bc flowers are especially for Giyuu

At least, to you, they are

For you

—IT’S 4AM BUT I’VE MADE IT TO TENGEN 🥳🥳🥳

—Also highkey got sidetracked writing sick day

—Alsoalso I need to stop getting inspired by songs (I mean… not actually, but-)

—Bc I currently have 8 wips, of which only 3 are requests

—I think for every 1 request, I get distracted writing 1-3 other fanfics 🥲

“my” + Pet Names

My kitten

My bunny 🐇

My goldfish

Suggestive? Affectionate?

Either or and both

Prob doesn’t answer the question, but Tengen himself should answer it for ya

That also didn’t make sense

—Aight

—I need sleep

—But Imma keep this tidbit in bc it’s #comicrelief

—Not that this fanfic’s stressful/needs #comicrelief heh

—Tengen still calls you “my” + Pet Names btw

—I wrote that earlier at a reasonable hr

—I’m baaack ~8 hrs later !!

What w/ his flashiness, Tengen calls you embarrassing adorable nicknames

Cuddled in his lap? “Aww, are you cozy my kitten?” 😻

Distracted while he’s talking to you? “Hey, my goldfish, are you even listening to me?”

—Ik, Ik the goldfish-attention-span thing is urban myth, but anYWAY

Stomach grumbling as you hurriedly cook dinner? “Hungry, my bunny? Everything’s smelling delicious — let me help you?”

Calls you pet names in bed *wink wink* *nudge nudge*

Has one particular nickname that he weaponizes bc you react so splendidly to it

In public, tho, he sticks to [y/n]

Unless you misbehave

*insert weaponized nickname here*

For him

I feel like this man devours compliments nicknames

Call him handsome

King 👑,

Sexy

Master

Daddy

Just lil ego boosts to sweeten spice his day

He’s not detrimentally insecure

Like, he has his nonchalant moments of self doubt—I’m nothing special!

But you also catch him flexing at himself ??

If anything, you recognize he might benefit from compliments nicknames addressing his emotionality and mentality

Ofc, you still call him handsome, sexy, and etc

But you make a point to throw in “my” + intelligent man, sensitive lover, and brave soul

“I’m proud of you, my intelligent man.”

“I’m grateful for you, my sensitive lover.”

“Are you okay, my brave soul?”

You appreciate him

A lot ☺

So if you inflate his ego a lil too much some days?

Oh well

He deserves it

King 👑,

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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arcadiii · 3 years ago

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4, 26, and 33!

omg is that bany blair banyanas? thanks for the questions <3

4. are there any writers that inspire you?

hmm... for big published writers - I wouldn't say anyone specifically has inspired me... but if we're talking fellow fanfic writers, hands down - YES.

I don't want to list too many because really, there are a lot of amazing fanfic writers out there (Blair, this includes you too), but I do want to shout out @kaseyskat, @marcylore, @themissakat and Reyna_is_epic. Their works are some of the first fics I read for Amphibia and definitely inspired me and influenced my writing - so thank you for sharing your work, y'all are amazing!

26. is there anything you've wanted to write, but you've been too scared to try?

oh yeah definitely, I've got them on two ends of a spectrum - tooth-rotting fluff and straight-up psychological horror. angst and hurt/comfort are definitely my comfort zones but honestly, sometimes I'd just like to write something that it is just pure fluff. I'm just scared I wouldn't do it justice unfortunately. same with psychological horror but I feel I'd find that easier because... well, you know... angst is where my best writing comes from.

33. is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

what writing process? I don't think i really have one, sometimes I'll just be hit with a very specific idea and then just write it because if I don't, I will just perish.

ok, I can kind of expand on that.. I'll usually build everything else around the specific idea to make it work - it's why I usually have repeating lines or themes throughout the piece, because I've had that in my head from the start and I want it to show throughout the whole thing! I mean this is how I started o&o, it started as just a visual idea and then just... made it huge to make it work.

feel free to ask me more fanfiction writer questions!

#HI BLAIR!!!#thanks for the questions this was fun :D #ask game #arcadi answers

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living-dead-parker · 5 years ago

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Princely - IzuOchaTen

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka x Tenya Iida

Warnings: none, maybe some cussing, maybe some ooc stuff, strays from bnha and alladin canon but it’s loosely inspired. Also maybe some spelling errors (it’s 3 am for me im sorry yall lol)

Summary: Requested - Alladin AU in which Izuku is a street scoundrel and he manages to join high society, where he meets Princess Ochako and Prince Tenya.

Word Count: 2.4k

Not my gif!!

Izuku knew that this was a bit insane. When has that ever stopped him, though? No, if anything, the insanity encourages him to do things he knows that deep down he shouldn’t.

So there he stands, right in front of the palace, vibrant green eyes attempting to analyze the massive estate. Next to him stands the man with the dark-blue hair and glasses that frame his face perfectly. Izuku will not deny how handsome the man is, even if he is competing with him.

Izuku can’t help but to think back on the moment that caused this silly little competition.

“Are you sure this will work?” Izuku asks the man that stands before him. The human manifestation of the Dark Shadow that erupted from the lamp he’d rubbed just a few minutes ago. Instead, a man with black hair, deep red eyes, and the aura of a bird stood before him.

“I’m sure of it,” the man, who Izuku learned was named Fumikage, says. “You look like a prince. Say, what do you plan on doing anyway?”

Izuku offers the man a precious smile, one that’s wide and makes his eyes close from how intense his smile is. “I’m not sure!”

Fumikage nods, slightly in disbelief. Many men would take advantage of the opportunity that the man in front of him has. Nonetheless, he’s not going to be the one to tell him what to do. The day goes by with Izuku doing just about anything he can get away with, though it’s all just scouring for food and messing with a couple of people. Nothing too big or bad. However, it’s later that night that he’s being invited to a party at the palace.

He’d been mistaken -or rather acknowledged as- for a prince from a distant land. Who was he to deny the invitation? So, he gathered himself together and made the journey to the palace. A huge one, at that. He wasn’t too sure what to do with himself towards the beginning of the night.

He doesn’t know a single person there, though he wasn’t too big on having many friends. Back home, the only friends he had were other street miscreants like him. Shoto and his on-and-off-again friend Kacchan. He also had a pet bunny named Bani. Totally not because he was so uncreative with naming the precious thing. Besides them, he doesn’t really know many people, and he’s very much out of his element here.

“You’re a prince, Izuku,” he tells himself. “At least that’s what everyone thinks, so play along, idiot!” he continues. He sighs as he continues to talk himself up. “You’re a prince-”

He was caught in a trance. She had put him under her spell without even knowing it. So much so that he could almost block out the dark-haired man standing next to her, talking to her so animatedly. She seemed genuinely interested in the man, smiling and nodding at his onslaught of words. She even responded as if she was truly listening. However, she’d look up and over at the greenette every once in a while and smile at him. Her cheeks would take on a rosy tint that had Izuku melting.

Before he knew it, without thinking and before he could even stop himself, he found himself walking towards the young woman, the princess as he’d overheard. He marched right over with the confidence of a man who owned the place. To many, it might even look that way.

The dark-haired man stops speaking when he notices the greenette who’d just joined the pair. He eyes the man up and down, trying to figure out who just interrupted his moment with the princess. A moment he just knows was going so well. How dare he?

“Princess Ochako,” Izuku speaks up, grabbing hold of the young woman’s hand. He smiles as he curtsies down, bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a soft peck to the equally, if not ever softer skin. “I’m Prince Izuku,” he continues, keeping up the facade of confidence. Where it came from? He’s not too sure, but he’s not complaining. “Pleased to meet you.”

The young princess blushes even deeper. The color could rival that of Fumikage’s eyes. However, she curtsies back respectfully before snatching her hand back, though Izuku took no offense. Instead, he straightens and leans back a bit.

“I don’t mean to come off too strong or too rude, but I have to say, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he states matter-of-factly.

Normally, Ochako can point out when someone is being overly nice because they want something from her. After all, that is one of the biggest downsides of being born into royalty. Everyone always wants something from her. Well, except her closest friend and servant, Tsu.

Nonetheless, she allowed Izuku to remain but not without having her guard up.

“Izuku, where are you from?” the man beside Princess Ochako asks suddenly, causing Izuku to stammer. How does he respond? He’s not actually a prince, and he didn’t think this through, and why did he do this?

“I’m sorry, I never caught your name,” Izuku blurts, managing to save himself.

“Prince Tenya, from the Isles.”

“Prince Tenya, a pleasure to meet you,” Izuku snides. Though, there’s no real bite to it. “Well, I’m from...Bani.”

Izuku nearly groans. Naming a bunny was too much pressure for him. How was he going to come up with a fake country on the spot? Though, he’s not doing too bad based on how Ochako doesn’t seem to question it. That is until-

“Bani?” Tenya asks. He’s giving Izuku an odd look. An expectant one too. “I’ve never heard of a place called Bani.”

“Well, it’s small,” he states, shrugging a little. “Pretty far away too,” Izuku continues. “Not many have heard of us.”

That answer seemed to be good enough for both Prince Tenya and Princess Ochako. The night seemed to pass rather quickly after that. The three stuck together for most of the night, only ever separating when they all had to socialize with others. However, the three seemed drawn to each other. It wasn’t even that the two young men were gravitating towards the Princess the whole time. More often than not, the two found themselves looking for the other, actively seeking the other out. Something about Izuku, Tenya just could not get enough of. Izuku would say he felt the same, because he did. There was just something about Tenya that drew Izuku in for the same reasons that he was drawn to Ochako.

Eventually, the night did come to an end, but not before a couple of passive statements were spewed between the two men. Ochako seemed to have enough of the joking rivalry for the night, so she offered a proposal.

“Come to the palace tomorrow. I might have a solution to all of this.”

Which brings them to now. Standing outside the palace. Looking up in the direction of the young princess’ chambers.

The two men look at each other and smirk as Princess Ochako emerges from her room once again, standing on the sturdy balcony connected to her room. There’s a smile on her face, and an energetic aura to her today. Excitement bubbles inside the young woman as she stares the two men down.

“The first one to reach my room gets to take me out,” she states over the balcony. “Simple as that.”

“Are you sure we need a silly competition like this?” Iida speaks up, his tone sounding so genuine, but to Izuku, it’s full of feist. He kina likes it if he’s being honest.

“No, not really,” Ochako states, shrugging her shoulders. “It just makes things more fun. Now,” Ochako continues as she stands up straight. She turns around. “Go.”

With that, Izuku and Tenya give each other a final look before jetting off into the palace. Giggles escape Ocahko’s lips at the sound of the two hitting the pavement as they run off. Izuku and Tenya split up once past the foyer of the palace, taking their own way towards the young woman’s room. Izuku encounters a hall, and at the end of it, after a sharp turn, is a staircase. He hides behind the corner he stands at and takes a peek.

At the end of the hall, not too far from the staircase, stand two guards. A blonde one with a black streak in his hair that resembles a lightning bolt. The other is a black-haired man. They’re both talking to each other, ignoring their surroundings. This should be easy, Izuku thinks.

Looking around him, Izuku notices that there is a chalice set on a table next to him. He smiles, grabbing the chalice and tosses it on the ground, making sure it lands with a loud clunk and rolls down the hall. The two men notice the moving object, gripping their weapons harder in their hands and charge down the hall in Izuku’s direction. When they pass him up, remaining unnoticed, he bolts down the hall and up the stairs.

Then, he’s in another hall, However, he can’t hide this time.

Unknown to the Izuku, Tenya is going through the same thing. The palace is symmetrical, so each side really is the same experience. However, Tenya seems to be a bit more diplomatic about his approach.

“Pardon, I’m looking for Princess Ochako’s room,” he states rather politely. The woman he speaks to is wearing what a maid would traditionally wear. So, he can only assume she’s a maid.

“Princess Ochako is not allowed any visitors,” the woman speaks matter-of-factly. Her tone is cold and steely. A punch to the gut. “Especially not a possible suitor of sorts,” she continues, eyeing the young man up and down. The woman turns around and begins walking away. When suddenly, he’s blasting past her, running down the way she’s headed. He passes her up, getting chased by her not too long after.

He reaches another corner and makes a turn. When he does, he notices two things. In the center of the hall stands Princess Ochako, her door open as she leans against the frame dreamily. A giggle escapes her lips once more as she takes in the sights around her. Then, at the end of the hall, standing equally winded and shocked, stands Izuku, looking him up and down as well.

Then, wordlessly the two began to run towards the door. The two clash, falling to the ground as their bodies collide. The world of pain fading into nonexistence when the sound of Ochako’s laugh fills the open space, sounding like music to their ears. It’s not long after that her laugh fills every pore on their skin, filling them with joy and now they’re laughing with her.

Laughing gut-busting laughs, the kind that leave you breathless. The kinds that make tears spring from one’s eyes. The kind that make Izuku forget that he doesn’t belong. In fact, he’s never felt like he belonged until now. Now, he feels like this is the only place he wants to be. The only thing he ever wants in life anymore. To laugh with Ochako and Tenya. To share moments like these with them. He wants it all.

“Get up, you two,” Ochako managed between laughs, leaning forward and holding a hand out to each man. The two men calm down, eyeing her carefully and then eyeing the other just as carefully. As if to test the waters and ask if all of this is truly okay.

At this point, it was clear no one was going to pick on over the other. Ochako was not going to simply pick between both of the boys and let the other one walk away with nothing. Simply because she wanted to get to know both of them. She wants to know them and experience them.

The same could be said about Izuku too. He wasn’t going to back down from fighting over Ochako, he wants to get to know her, and he wants to make her fall for him in the same way he’s already falling for her. He wants to have lived a life full of her. But at the same time, he’s found a sort of comfort in Tenya. He’s had a fire lit under his ass, and he really really likes that. He enjoys it a bit too much and he doesn’t want to lose that either. He doesn’t want to have to choose. Even if to some it may seem taboo and straight up wrong. It feels right to Izuku. He wants a life full of Tenya, too.

Tenya is a bit harder to read, but it was still clear nonetheless. He didn’t care that he had to share, because it didn’t feel that way. He’s excited to get to know the princess and he has such high hopes. But Izuku is such an exciting wrench in his plans that he doesn’t even care anymore. Ochako is excitement in the sense of sunshine and happiness. Izuku is excitement in the sense of adventure and mischief. He wants it all. He wants them both.

“Let’s get inside already,” Ochako continues as the two men reach out to her, picking themselves up with her help. They’re quick to enter her room and they nearly awe at the sight. A large table sits in the center of the room, an elaborate and extravagant looking set up. Full of tea and cake, sweet and savory foods are abundant.

The three sit at the table, digging into the delicious food and tea, not bothering to show any hint of graciousness or poise. Especially not after the morning they’ve had. Though something about that brings a sense of calm to the trio. They can let loose and be who they want to be. Not who they’re expected to be.

Ochako really doesn’t want to let go of any of this.

“Say, Izuku,” Tenya speaks up after a particularly long discussion about their countries. One which Izuku tried to stay out of as much as possible. “You’re not actually a prince, are you?”

Izuku’s eyes widen, looking between Tenya and Ochako. He notices that neither of them seems upset or even fazed by the revelation. In fact, they find it humorous.

“No,” he says, defeated. “But I promise I did not crash that party last night,” he continues. “I was actually invited.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Ochako speaks up, laughing a little at the greenette’s expression. “Though, I think this makes everything all the more exciting.”

#izuku midoriya #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #tenya lida #ochako urakara #midoriya izuku #izuku x ochako x tenya #midoriya x uraraka x iida #bnha imagine #mha imagine #bnha #mha #boku no hero #alladin au

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The fall is usually the domain of television. September and October are the months in which networks (and increasingly some streamers) debut all their new series. With its list of new releases for October 2021, however, HBO Max has decided that fall works just fine for new movies as well.

HBO Max’s new offerings this month are highlighted by two enormous Warner Bros. film releases. The Sopranos prequel The Many Saints of Newark opens things up on Oct. 1. The movie is getting a theatrical release as well but you can certainly just watch it via streaming to make Sopranos creator and film purist David Chase mad. Next up is the sprawling sci-fi epic Dune on Oct. 22. It’s long been thought that a faithful and suitably enormous Dune adaptation was impossible. Now it’s almost time to see if director Denis Villenueve pulled it off.

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Even if the movies are the big blockbusters here, HBO Max isn’t letting its TV offerings go to waste. Arguably HBO’s biggest running drama, Succession, returns for a long-awaited third season on Oct. 17. Also mixed in to the streamer’s TV offerings are docuseries like 15 Minutes of Shame (Oct. 7) and What Happened, Brittany Murphy? (Oct. 15).

October will also be a good month for movie fans looking to check out some recent heavy hitters without buying a ticket. It: Chapter Two (Oct. 10), The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (Oct. 21), and In the Heights (Oct. 28) all arrive this month.

HBO Max New Releases – October 2021

October 1 Admission, 2013 (HBO) A Royal Affair, 2012 (HBO) After the Thin Man, 1936 All The President’s Men, 1976 (HBO) American Gigolo, 1980 (HBO) American Graffiti, 1973 (HBO) Argo, 2012 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Bad Boys II, 2003 Bad Boys, 1995 Bad Words, 2013 (HBO) Ballet 422, 2014 (HBO) Being Flynn, 2012 (HBO) Best Man Down, 2013 (HBO) Beverly Hills Cop, 1984 (HBO) Beverly Hills Cop II, 1987 (HBO) Beverly Hills Cop III, 1994 (HBO) Bill And Ted’s Excellent Adventure, 1989 (HBO) Bill And Ted’s Bogus Journey, 1991 (HBO) Billy Elliot, 2000 (HBO) Black Christmas, 2019 (HBO) Black Hawk Down, 2001 (HBO) Blades Of Glory, 2007 (HBO) Blazing Saddles, 1974 Blood Father, 2016 (HBO) Bloodsport, 1988 (HBO) Blue Crush, 2002 (HBO) Bridget Jones: The Edge Of Reason, 2004 (HBO) Bridget Jones’s Diary, 2001 Broken City, 2013 (HBO) Caddyshack II, 1988 Cake, 2005 (HBO) Cats, 2019 (HBO) Child 44, 2015 (HBO) City of God, 2002 (HBO) Clash of Titans , 1981 Client 9: The Rise And Fall Of Eliot Spitzer, 2010 (HBO) Culpa, 2021 (HBO) Danny Collins, 2015 (HBO) David Lynch: The Art Life, 2016 Desperately Seeking Susan, 1985 (HBO) Dinner For Schmucks, 2010 (HBO) Doubt, 2008 (HBO) Down A Dark Hall, 2018 (HBO) Downhill, 2020 (HBO) Drop Zone, 1994 (HBO) Dying Young, 1991 (HBO) El Cantante, 2007 (HBO) El Profugo, 2020 (HBO) Emma., 2020 (HBO) Endless Love, 2014 (HBO) Entre Nos: The Winners 2, 2021 (HBO) Entre Nos: What She Said, 2021 (HBO) Family Matters Fifty Shades Of Black, 2016 (HBO) For A Good Time, Call…, 2012 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Full House Gangs Of New York, 2002 (HBO) Gangster Squad, 2013 (HBO) Goodbye, Mr. Chips, 1969 Hacksaw Ridge, 2016 (HBO) Harold & Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay, 2008 He Said She Said, 1991 (HBO) Hearts In Atlantis, 2001 (HBO) Hitch, 2005 Hitman, 2007 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Hooper, 1978 Hostage, 2005 (HBO) House of Wax , 2005 House, 2008 (HBO) Imagine That, 2009 (HBO) Ingrid Bergman: In Her Own Words, 2015 J. Edgar, 2011 (HBO) Johnny English Strikes Again, 2018 (HBO) Journey to the Center of the Earth, 2008 Just Mercy, 2019 (HBO) Kill Bill: Vol. 1, 2003 (HBO) Kill Bill: Vol. 2, 2004 (HBO) Kin, 2018 (HBO) Leap Year, 2010 (HBO) LEGO DC Shazam: Magic and Monsters!, 2020 Less Than Zero, 1987 (HBO) Like Water for Chocolate, 1992 (HBO) Little Man, 2006 (HBO) Lincoln, 2012 (HBO) Lottery Ticket, 2010 (HBO) M*A*S*H, 1970 (HBO) Mama, 2013 (HBO) Marathon Man, 1976 (HBO) Misery, 1990 (HBO) Monster’s Ball, 2001 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Moonrise Kingdom, 2012 (HBO) National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, 1989 National Lampoon’s Vacation, 1983 Natural Born Killers, 1994 Never, Rarely, Sometimes, Always, 2020 (HBO) Night Catches Us, 2010 (HBO) Orphan, 2009 Parental Guidance, 2012 (HBO) Pariah, 2011 (HBO) Police Academy, 1984 Poltergeist II: The Other Side, 1986 (HBO) Poltergeist III, 1988 (HBO) Private Parts, 1997 (HBO) Proof Of Life, 2000 (HBO) Racing Stripes, 2005 (HBO) Reservation Road, 2007 (HBO) Say Anything…, 1989 (HBO) Sergeant York, 1941 Shaft, 1971 Shall We Dance?, 2004 (HBO) She’s All That, 1999 (HBO) Sherlock Holmes And The Great Escape, 2019 (HBO) Sherlock Holmes, 2009 Shrek The Third, 2007 (HBO) Six Degrees Of Separation, 1993 (HBO) Sliver, 1993 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Snitch, 2013 (HBO) Speedway, 1968 Step by Step, Stigmata, 1999 (HBO) Strange But True, 2019 (HBO) Superstar, 1999 (HBO) Super 8, 2011 (HBO) Talk To Me, 2007 (HBO) Teen Titans Go! vs. Teen Titans, 2019 The Banger Sisters, 2002 (HBO) The Blind Side, 2009 (HBO) The Bonfire of the Vanities, 1990 The Book Of Eli, 2010 (HBO) The Campaign, 2012 (Alternate Version) (HBO) The Cider House Rules, 1999 (HBO) The Cincinnati Kid, 1965 The East, 2013 (HBO) The Eichmann Show, 2015 (HBO) The Internship, 2013 (HBO) The Invisible Man, 2020 (HBO) The Harvey Girls, 1946 The High Note, 2020 (HBO) The Hours, 2002 (HBO) The Legend Of Hercules, 2014 (HBO) The Many Saints of Newark, Warner Bros. Film Premiere, 2021 The Outsiders, 1983 The Perfect Storm, 2000 The Poseidon Adventure, 1972 (HBO) The Quarry, 2020 (HBO) The Rite, 2011 (HBO) The Running Man, 1987 (HBO) The Way Way Back, 2013 (HBO) The 15:17 To Paris, 2018 (HBO) Things We Lost In The Fire, 2007 (HBO) Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride, 2005 Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, 2011 (HBO) Trance, 2013 (HBO) Tully, 2018 (HBO) Twelve Monkeys, 1995 (HBO) Underwater, 2020 (HBO) Up In The Air, 2009 (HBO) Wall Street, 1987 (HBO) Warm Bodies, 2013 (HBO) Wendy, 2020 (HBO) XXX, 2002

October 3 Simmer, 2020

October 4 Laetitia, Limited Drama Series Finale (HBO) Niña Furia Sublet, 2020

October 5 American Masters: Mike Nichols, 2016 American Masters: Nichols and May: Take Two, 1996 El Verano Que Vivimos, 2020 Level Playing Field, Documentary Series Finale (HBO)

October 6 Muy Gay Too Mexicano (Short), 2020 The Republic of Sarah, Season 1 Rosa (short), 2020

October 7 15 Minutes of Shame, Max Original Series Premiere Craftopia, Max Original Season 2A Premiere The Not-Too-Late Show with Elmo: Amber Ruffin / Bebe Rexha

October 8 Voyagers, 2021 (HBO)

October 9 Birdgirl , Season 16 To Your Eternity , Season 1 (Subtitled) (Crunchyroll Collection)

October 10 It: Chapter 2, 2019 Nuclear Family, Documentary Series Finale (HBO) Scenes From A Marriage, Limited Series Finale (HBO)

October 11 We’re Here, Season 2 Premiere (HBO)

October 14 Aquaman: King of Atlantis, Chapter One: Dead Sea, Max Original Series Premiere Little Ellen, Max Original Season 1B Premiere Love Spells (aka Amarres), Max Original Series Premiere Teen Titans Go!, Seasons 1-6 The Missing, (aka Os Ausentes), Max Original Series Premiere The Not-Too-Late Show with Elmo: Jenna Bush Hager / Sophie Fatu Phoebe Robinson: Sorry, Harriet Tubman, Max Original Special Premiere Welcome to Utmark (aka Utmark) , Max Original Series Premiere What Happened, Brittany Murphy?, Max Original Series Premiere

October 15 In the Line of Fire, 1993 Point Break, 1991 (HBO) Tu Me Manques, 2019 (HBO)

October 17 Succession, Season 3 Premiere (HBO)

October 18 El Huésped Americano (aka The American Guest), Limited Drama Series Finale (HBO) Women is Losers, 2021

October 19 Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (HBO)

October 20 Entre Hombres (aka Amongst Men), Limited Series Finale (HBO)

October 21 Aquaman: King of Atlantis, Chapter Two: Primordius Reign of Superwomen, Max Original Documentary Premiere The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, 2021 (HBO) (Available in 4K UHD, HDR10, Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos in English Only on supported devices) The Not-Too-Late Show with Elmo: Ames McNamara / Leslie Odom Jr. Tuff Money (aka Bani Negri), Max Original Series Premiere

October 22 Dune, Warner Bros. Film Premiere, 2021

October 24 Insecure, Season 5 Premiere (HBO)

October 26 Maricon Perdido, Max Original Series Premiere The Mopes, Max Original Series Premiere The Truth of Dolores Vazquez (aka The Caso Wanninkhof), Max Original Series Premiere

October 28 Aquaman: King of Atlantis, Chapter Three: Tidal Shift In The Heights, 2021 (HBO) Love Life, Max Original Season 2 Premiere A Thousand Fangs (aka Mil Colmillos), Max Original Series Premiere The Not-Too-Late Show with Elmo: Dani & Dannah Lane / AJR

October 29 Victor and Valentino , Season 2

October 31 The Bachelorette, Season 16

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October 10 Malignant, 2021

October 11 Meatballs, 1979

October 17 Cry Macho, 2021

October 18 Sabrina: Magic of the Red Rose, 2015

October 20 HBO First Look: The Eyes of Tammy Faye, 2021 (HBO)

October 25 The Artist, 2011

October 27 The Hangover Part III, 2013

October 28 Tracey Ullman’s Show, (HBO)

October 31 Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, 2012 (HBO) A Little Princess, 1995 (HBO) All Is Lost, 2013 (HBO) All-Star Superman, 2011 Alpha And Omega: Journey To Bear Kingdom, 2017 (HBO) Alpha And Omega: The Big Fureeze, 2016 (HBO) Antwone Fisher, 2002 (HBO) A Star Is Born, 1976 A Time To Kill, 1996 Backdraft, 1991 (HBO) Bad Education, 2004 Bandits, 2001 (HBO) Barefoot, 2014 (HBO) *Batteries Not Included, 1987 (HBO) Battleship, 2012 (HBO) Black Dynamite, 2009 Blood And Wine, 1997 (HBO) Broken Embraces, 2009 Cats & Dogs, 2001 Cesar Chavez, 2014 (HBO) Chasing Amy, 1997 (HBO) Christmas In Compton, 2012 Clerks, 1994 (HBO) Conspiracy Theory, 1997 Cool Hand Luke, 1967 Critters 4, 1992 Darkest Hour, 2017 (HBO) Dirt, 2017 Dirty Harry, 1971 Dreamcatcher, 2003 El Pacto (aka The Pact), 2018 (HBO) Empire Of The Sun, 1987 Eulogy, 2004 (HBO) Final Destination, 2000 Final Destination 2, 2003 Final Destination 3, 2006 Final Destination 5, 2011 Firewall, 2006 Flight Of The Intruder, 1991 (HBO) Flying Leathernecks, 1951 Frantic, 1988 Freaks, 1932 Ghoulies, 1985 (HBO) Ghoulies II, 1987 (HBO) Gone Baby Gone, 2007 Good Morning, Vietnam, 1987 (HBO) Gothika, 2003 Gun Crazy, 1950 High Fidelity, 2000 (HBO) House Of Wax, 2005 How To Be A Latin Lover, 2017 How To Be Single, 2016 (HBO) How To Make An American Quilt, 1995 (HBO) I’m So Excited!, 2013 Ice Age: Continental Drift, 2012 (HBO) Immigration Tango, 2011 (HBO) Irresistible, 2020 (HBO) It, 2017 (HBO) Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back, 2001 (HBO) Just Before I Go, 2015 (HBO) King Kong, 1976 (HBO) Lars And The Real Girl, 2007 (HBO) Lego Dc Batman: Family Matters, 2019 Lego Dc Shazam: Magic And Monsters!, 2020 Long Gone By, 2019 (HBO) Magnum Force, 1973 Man Up, 2015 (HBO) Mccabe And Mrs. Miller, 1971 Message Erased, 2019 (HBO) Monkey Shines, 1988 (HBO) Nitro Circus: The Movie 3D, 2012 (HBO) Norbit, 2007 (HBO) One More Time, 2016 (HBO) Pajaros De Verano (aka Birds Of Passage)2019 (HBO) Pale Rider, 1985 Pepi, Luci, Bom Y Otras Chicas Del Monton, 1980 Professor Marston & The Wonder Women, 2017 Red Dawn, 1984 (HBO) Risky Business, 1983 (HBO) Santa Buddies, 2009 (HBO) Save The Last Dance, 2001 (HBO) Save The Last Dance 2, 2006 (HBO) School Dance, 2014 (HBO) Serpico, 1974 (HBO) Snow Buddies, 2008 (HBO) Something To Talk About, 1995 Space Buddies, 2009 (HBO) Spawn, 1997 Stand Up Guys, 2013 (HBO) Sudden Impact, 1983 Summer Rental, 1985 (HBO) The Bucket List, 2007 The Color Purple, 1985 The Conjuring 2, 2016 The Dead Pool, 1988 The Debt, 2011 (HBO) The Family Man, 2000 (HBO) The Final Destination, 2009 The Five-Year Engagement, 2012 (Alternate Version) (HBO) The Fugitive, 1993 The Great Caruso, 1951 The Human Voice, 2020 The Imaginarium Of Doctor Parnassus, 2009 The Kingdom, 2007 (HBO) The Last Mimzy, 2007 The Lego Batman Movie, 2017 The Sand Pebbles, 1966 (HBO) The Shack, 2017 (HBO) The Shadow, 1994 (HBO) The Skin I Live In, 2011 The Switch, 2010 The Tuxedo, 2002 (HBO) The Voices, 2015 (HBO) The Quiet Ones, 2014 (HBO) The Witches, 1990 Thirteen Ghosts, 2001 Troy, 2004 Trust Me, 2014 (HBO) Volver, 2006 Wait Until Dark, 1967 Westworld (Movie), 1973 When Harry Met Sally, 1989 Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown, 1988 XXX: State Of The Union, 2005

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naagin5 08.11.20 lb

on popular demand! won’t be capping much unless the scene really needs a visual cue, so just stream of consciousness kinda bs.

IF I HAD A RUPEE FOR EVERYTIME THIS USELESS BITCH TALKED ABOUT BEING AN AAAAADI NAAGIN AND THEN DOING NOTHING TO ACT LIKE IT, THEN I’D BE AN AMBANI. AT LEAST ANIL.

same, jai. same.

naagvansh ki raksha my ass. she let so many snakes get blown up in yest’s ep. fucking dumbass.

“hum jaante hain ki hum kya kar rahein hain!” lmaooooo really? coulda fooled me. y’all literally fucking up every single thing you touch. name one thing that’s gone right in the last 25 episodes for you.

cheelanshu needs to take bani to his therapist. she seems to have inherited anger issues from previous tv husband.

BITCH SAY YOU’RE AADI NAAGIN ONE MORE TIME I DARE YOU

oh ho husband has been exempt from sazaa. not at all a biased decision.

lmaoooooooooooooo jai having a tantrum always makes me lol.

andar daddyjiiiiiiii also throwing tantrum about betaji’s pati dharam stand.

I LOVE HOW NO ONE, INCLUDING VEER HIMSELF, GIVES ONE FUCK ABOUT HIS STAB WOUND TO THE HEART. DO CHEELS NOT HAVE THEIR HEARTS IN THE USUAL PLACE OR WHAT???????

here i change fictional tv boyfriends on a weekly basis and this dude sticking with the same chick from satyug onwards. hardcore salaam to this dude’s relationship counselor. excellent work being done with him.

lmao the dad is thissssssssss 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 close to chonch maar-ing his dumbass lovesick son.

"bass uss aadi naag ko marr jaaana chahiye, jab dekho phiss phiss karke beech mein aa jaata hai. phateechar, dharti ka bhoj. ek baat bataiye, satyug mein bhi yeh itna irritating tha???” snorttttttttt. the exasperation with jai’s existence is reallllllllllllllll.

dad’s like BRO HE’S NOT THE ONE YOU HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT

veer so fucking lattooooo for his wife that he’s calling her AADI SHAKTI and all. beta thoda too much ho gaya.

lmao dad’s like TU IS SHAKTI KA SHIV NAHI HAI, AUR BANNE KI KOSHISH BHI MAT KARNA.

lol every time bani calls him daddyyyyyjiiiiiii, this dude’s lifespan reduces by 4 years.

"sweetheart, dekho tumhare wajah se mujhe itni daant pad rahi hai! pehle bol deti ki aadi naagin ho, main dad ko pata leta!” adslkfjldskjflsdkjfdf this fuckerrrrrrrrrrrr

dang veer baba offering daddy a damn good reason for keeping bani around here.

PONKY AUR MAYURI KI SHAADI OH LORD THE BRIDE IS DEAD

BTW I’M HELLA PISSED ABOUT THAT, I LIKED MAYURI AS A CHARACTER, SHE WAS FUN TO WATCH. certainly more so than stupid bani.

shukar he at least winced at the stab wound. main sochi wolverine style heal bhi ho gaya ab tak.

ohhhhh dangggggg ponky knows ki bhaabi is khatarnaak cheeeez and has to do with mayuri’s sudden disappearance.

lolllllllllllll veer’s halka halka call for mayuri just for formality’s sake.

oh boy we have a zombie morni on our hands????? (now there’s a show i’d watch!)

this is someone else (prolly jai) as mayuri right? he has practice being her.

simping for wife seems to be in the cheel blood. ponky is very distraught mayuri is leaving.

oooooooh daddyji knows it might be jai.

THIS IS YOUR BIG TEST??????? KNOWING WHO HER BEST FRIEND IS?????

hahahahahahahahahahahaha veer doing the “kat gayaa” gesture in the bg as ponky gets hung up on.

OMFG JAI BORIYA BISTAR UTHAAKE CHALA AAYA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA VEER’S FACEEEEEE

maaan na maan, aadi naag mehmaan.

“OH BIN MAANGE MILNE WAALE DAHEJ” BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

lmaooooooooooooooooo this is gonna be hella fun, these two idiots living under the same roof.

ASLKJDSALKJDLSAKJDLASKJ THE DAD LIKE MERA GHAR HAI KOI MUJHSE BHI TOH POOCHO KI IF I WANT THESE FUCKING SNAKES HERE?!?!?!?! lmaooooooo i really feel bad for him. he didn’t want one snake in the house and now in a matter of minutes he’s got two!!!

cheel daddy pursing his lips in frustration when bani is giving her thakela lecture is The Biggest Mood

do minute pehle she was like this shaadi was your manmaani, now she’s telling that tumse shaadi karna meri khud ki marzi thi. nahi behen, decide karlo tum, ki kis side pe ho. yeh nahi trump supporters ki taraah stop the count bhi chila rahi ho aur count all votes bhi.

ofc this kinky fucker would get turned on by her revenge threats.

ok i’m bored with this scene now and fwding.

blah blah bani asking how jai knew mayuri’s best friend him hmmm hawwing blah blah dc fwding.

BANI YOU DUMBASS INSTEAD OF FIGHTING WITH VEER THINK OF HOW JAI KNEW THAT WAS MAYURI’S ROOM GOD SHE’S LITERALLY SO STUPID SHE MAKES RIDDHIMA LOOK LIKE A MENSA CANDIDATE

lol jai and veer’s stupid pissing contest finally got to bani and she walked off

“dhaabe waale!!!!”

“AADI NAAG HOON MAIN! IZZAT SE BAAT KAR!”

“kshama karna chaepppp ji!” aslkdjaslkdjaslkdjas

“main bani se bohut pyaar karta hoon, chaahe woh naagin ho ya baaghi.” huh. is veer considered a furry (even tho bani has scales not fur) coz he’s into a whole other species?????????

lmao all the different cheel boys and their reactions at cheel daddy’s MY HOUSE IS FILLED WITH MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES meltdown. tapish (my fave) like yiiiiiiiiiiikes, daksh is pouring himself a drink, ponky is sitting in a corner sadly kissing his ring, while monil is ragging on him.

cheel daddy bringing in the big guns: MARKAAAAAAAAT

interesting how they’re all referring to markaat as male when yest it was a female voice. we love a gender ambiguous shadow demon!

ouffff i don’t really care about this basement lady.

don’t care about bani’s 8th i ammmmm aadi naagin speech of the hour either.

ohohohohohoh power of mangalsutra scene bhi ghusa diya beech mein.

i’d say it’s huge progress that she’s stopped wanting to murder veer. honestly proud of you, sis.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand she’s back on not trusting him. god she’s just sooooooo fucking irritating.

THIS IS HER PRIORITY RN????????? TO FIND OUT WHAT’S BEHIND THIS TEHKHANA DOOR???? DUDE. YOU JUST HAD A LONGASS DAY FILLED WITH MULTIPLE MURDER ATTEMPTS. CAN YOU JUST GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP????

sasur bahu faceoffffffffffff. chalo kuch toh novelty.

blah blah blah she’s too nosy for her own damn good, fwding.

24TH I AM AADI NAAGIN SPEECH OF THE DAY DUDE PLS JUST STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP

oufffffffffffffffffffffff these two idiots fighting over her like she’s an objecttttttttt. WHERE’S YOUR I AM AADI NAAGIN HEAR ME ROAR HISSSSSSSS POWER NOW, B????????

lmaooooooooooooo chaepu champakkkkkkk

“toh aur kya bulaaaon, chaeppu champak chomu???? woh kya hai, jo log baar baar haarte haina, unhe JAIIIIIIIIIII naam se nahi bula sakte!” lmaooooooooooo

THESE TWO FUCKING IDIOTSSSSSSSSSSS

lol this is the only time i have related to bani’s character, ever.

omg just make this the whole showwwwww. these two dumbasses trading playground insults. there’s a show i’d watch fucking everyyyyyy dayyyyyyyyy.

lmao cheel naagin households mein bhi navratre mein non-veg waale issues. universal problem this is, no matter what species.

daksh trying to taunt naagin bhaabi who has a knife in her hand. not the smartest move.

i love how tapish looks like he’s barely trying to keep from laughing. i like him. i hope his character doesn’t become OTT evil. i’d like to see him have a brotp with bani.

lol baby cheels got scared away with bhaabi’s snake eyes.

lmao, jai is here. now it’s gonna be a good morninggggg.

“shakkar lene jaa rahi hoon. KOI MERE PEECHE NAHI AAYEGA!” lololololololol

“baith jaa! juice pass kar!”

“abbe chaepu champak, tera juice bana doonga!” pfffffffffffffft

ohhhhhhhhh boyyyyyy, ponkyyyy and monil were the ones who raped and killed noor.

i was sad when i saw the promo this week had monil being killed coz he was the smiliest himbo and i liked him, but yeah, idc if bani kills him now. fuck them being “babies”. kill them rapey cheels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY IS THIS SHUKLA SO DEFERENTIAL TO JAI???????? IDGI. like shakura, jai had some magic key or some shit, but why are mayuri and shukla soooooooo obedient????

anyway veer need to catch themmmmm alreadyyyy and fuck them up.

oh hi meera. looking hot.

meera isn’t meera, it’s bani.

TIME’S UP, MONIL!!!!!!!!!!!! ROT IN HELL, FUCKER.

oh god jai’s saying “interesting!” aage “veryyyyyyyyyyy interesting!” bhi bol deta toh screen ke andar ghus ke maarti main usse.

tharak gonna be the death of you monil.

why did she turn back into her bani form??? don’t the cheels have some power to see the last image in a dead person’s eyes or some shit? veer used it to find out jai was alive. why wouldn’t they do that thing when it’s one of their own that’s killed????/

CAN’T SAY I’M NOT ENJOYING BANI DROWNING A RAPIST. GO AADI NAAGIN, YESSSSSS BITCH, KILL HIM.

jaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i swear to god you’re suchhhhhhh a naarad muniiii, ainvayi mein chugli kar ke uksaata hai. you’re a snake in a whole other way.

why did she have to turn into snake to dasssofy him? she dassofied mayuri in her human form???? nothing in this show makes sense to me.

basement aunty stomping away to god’s glory and distracting frmo important rapist murdering tasks here.

today in naagin5 and immj2 are companion pieces:

colors pe har show mein sink ke neeche koi qaid hai kya/??? someone tell me what’s the status in choti sardaarni and pinjra. oh my god is it happening in big boss too???? is some poor D list celeb stuck under the wash basin plumbing in hopes of winning obscene amounts of money????????

monil trying to leverage saying i’ll take you wherever the sound’s coming from, and lmao bani’s like bitch i know the way too. shut up and lie here till i come back to kill your ass.

cheeeeee, why she decide to go through the dirtyass pipesssss???

and yet again, the pipe of the sink has just opened into one random space in the basement. THIS IS NOT HOW MODERN PLUMBING WORKS YOU FUCKSSSSSSSS

why is she so shocked to discover someone captured here? who did she think was crying and making the noises to be let out? someone who’s in there WILLINGLY???????? god. dung for brains, honestly.

phew ok this took too fucking long don’t expect me to do this ever again. night night.

#naagin 5 #episode liveblogs

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thebibliomancer · 5 years ago

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #221: ... New Blood!

July, 1982

A semi-famous somewhat imitated cover!

Can you guess ahead of time which two will be joining the Avengers?

No cheating.

Actually, what’s funny is that I can imagine a Young Bendis looking at this cover, seeing Luke Cage, Spider-Man, and Wolverine all in a row like that and whispering to himself ‘one day... one day...’

Spider-Woman is even on this! This is almost the roster meme that Bendis would have selected his team out of.

Just as soon as he cleared the way by killing off Ant-Man and Hawkeye.

Anyway, I like the cute touch that there’s just a completely blank square for Sue Storm. And is she really still going by Invisible Girl at this point?

-google- Ah, Invisible Woman is still a few years off.

And at risk of spoiling, I like the cover pretending that Rom (Space Knight) could feasibly join the Avengers. Although that would have made a hilarious mess when the rights lapsed. A whole swathe of Avengers comics unavailable.

So, where are we at?

Last times on Avengers: Captain America decided that the Avengers had become too unwieldy. They’d settled into a filler rut and Cap wanted them to be lean and mean.

So the old order changeith’d! And Moondragon meddled, causing half of the old team to quit. But Cap got his lean team of himself, Thor, Iron Man, Wasp, Yellowjacket, and Tigra.

And then Yellowjacket Hank Pym had an ‘attempted murder out of insecurity’ breakdown and tried to murder his friends and was a very bad husband to Wasp as well.

So Yellowjacket was out and Wasp took some personal time.

It was just Cap, Thor, Iron Man, and Tigra. And then Tigra quit.

Wasp rejoined but the trim team of six had become anemic at four and after some space mishaps, its finally time to try to do something about that.

As Iron Man declares in title-of-the-issue font they need some ... NEW BLOOD!

And Wasp declares ‘yes we all know that already we’ve just been putting it off.’

(And they finally got the big meeting table back from the cleaners or wherever its been. Thank goodness)

But the question that Chairperson Wasp poses the team is should they re-induct some ex-members or go looking for some truly new blood?

Thor is brooding on the recent events, where Moondragon manipulated the Avengers previous roster shakeup and later when Moondragon took over a planet and got Thor to fight his friends.

So Thor’s point, by way of dwelling, is that they should be careful with who they choose.

Thor: “Thus can no action, no thought made by any of us in the last weeks be truly, absolutely claimed as our own. Not even... mine.”

There we go. There’s that good Moondragon induced paranoia I was hoping for.

And character wise, I do like that there’s fallout from the Ba-Bani misadventure. Whether being forced to fight his friends or being made to fall in love with Moondragon or being convinced to side with her plan to bring mandatory peace to the universe. Thor has been affected by what happened.

Cap suggests that they clear the slate and just judge potential members on their current qualifications.

So what qualifications should potential Avengers have?

Captain America: “Compatibility. Someone who can work in a team.”

Iron Man: “And technical expertise. Perhaps someone good with weaponry.”

Thor: “We’ve enough strength, methinks. But courage is important. Aye, and a noble heart.”

Wasp: “Well, I know exactly what this group needs. More girls!”

Good suggestions. All good suggestions. But very good suggestion from Wasp.

I know that two women on one team is the low bar that Avengers tends to reach but you know what’s worse? One women on one team. And you know what’s better? Three.

Think about it.

The meeting gets cut short because Jan has to go do Jan things like show off fashion at the Tavern on the Green but she tells the others to figure out who they’d like as new Avengers and then they’ll all decide at their meeting next week.

As the Avengers all head off, Captain America mentions to Iron Man that hey remember how Hawkeye used to be an Avenger all the time? Weren’t those good times? He worked well on the team, was real into being an Avenger.

Iron Man agrees that sure is a Thought but flies off thinking more about Jan’s suggestion to have more women on the team, albeit probably for less than pure reasons.

Thor meanwhile doesn’t have anywhere to be so sits down in the sitting room and reads a Time magazine.

Jarvis brings Thor some mead and Thor asks who Jarvis would enlist for the Avengers if Jarvis was given the choice.

Jarvis is surprised to be asked but does his best to speak off the cuff.

Jarvis: “Why, I - I really hadn’t given it much thought! But since you ask, I feel that some of the best Avengers have started as the most unlikely candidates. For example, those with strongly individual, independent natures seem to have worked out surprisingly well.”

You’re a good guy, Jarvis.

And you’ve got a good point. Since the Avengers were pretty much everyone who wasn’t on a team jammed onto a team together, the Avengers kind of have as foundation strongly individual independent superheroes managing to do a teamwork anyway.

And Thor just so happens to be reading the Time magazine that has a picture of Spider-Man on the front (along with “Friend or Menace?”) and thinks huh individual and independent??

Oh boy!

Spider-Man going to be offered a spot on the Avengers? Is it 2005 already?

Goofs aside, this is an interesting callback maybe.

All the way back in Amazing Spider-Man Annual #3 (November, 1966) which I didn’t cover but probably should have if this was a more comprehensive Avengers blog but then I may have died under the enormity of the task.

Uh, that sentence got away from me.

Anyway, in that Spider-Man Annual, the Avengers debate whether to recruit Spider-Man for their team. Thor is the one there to find Spider-Man and bring him to the mansion. The Avengers decide to test him and (after Spider-Man tries to beat up the entire team because that’s what Spider-Man thinks proving himself is) they send him to bring the Hulk back with him.

He finds the Hulk and fights the Hulk but Hulk turns back to Bruce Banner and Spider-Man feels bad for Bruce and doesn’t want to turn him over to the Avengers (not knowing that they want to help Hulk). So he comes back and says welp couldn’t find him guess I’m not Avengers material byyyyyye.

The other Avengers go huh I guess he wasn’t Avengers material but Thor seemed to suspect what had really happened.

So my rambling point is that its appropriate that Thor again thinks to recruit Spider-Man for the Avengers because of that previous story.

Later in the day, Iron Man calls Captain America.

Although as Cap points out they know each other’s civilian name now so why be formal?

Iron Man: “Captain America? This is Iron Man.”

Captain America: “Hey, Tony, let’s make it ‘Steve,’ okay? I’m off duty.”

So Tony “Iron Man” Stark has managed to stop thinking about more woman on the Avengers and has actually started to think about having Hawkeye back on the Avengers and has to admit, it sounds good to him!

So Captain Steve says they should go together tomorrow and see what Hawkeye thinks.

This is a nice sequence.

Its nice to see how the two learning each other’s identity plays out like this. Tony trying to stick to how they’ve known each other and Steve making a not subtle overture for them to become more familiar.

This is probably good shipping fodder, I realize!

But it is also good friendshipping fodder. It can be both.

Elsewhere and meanwhile, at the Van Dyne residence, Janet puts her own recruitment drive into... drive?

She’s invited every super-heroine in the country she can think of to brunch but she has no idea how to get a hold of She-Hulk.

Not even her state of the art computer system can find her! Granted, the state of the art computer system is for analyzing fashion forecasts and not news reports about She-Hulk sightings.

So Jan decides that if you want a She-Hulk you’ve got to spend a little green.

She has her assistant take out a bunch of full-page ads in all of the major west coast newspapers. And heck, buy a bunch of commercial time too!

Jan is going to do some I Want You (to Join the Avengers) ads!

She is ludicrously wealthy.

I went and checked and her original inheritance was ‘only’ three million dollars but the way that she throws around money I’m pretty sure she has managed to get some lucrative investments. That or she’s just super good at being a fashionista.

Granted, blowing a bunch of money for a chance to have brunch with She-Hulk is a pretty good reason to blow a bunch of money.

Later, as twilight comes, Thor is flying around Central Park because he has no idea how to find Spider-Man but hears that he’s often around “the meadow-lands called Central Park” and happens upon three goofuses who just robbed a pawnshop.

These goofuses are such goofuses that one of them is wearing groucho glasses as a disguise. Another one is wearing a clown mask.

Which, like a moth to fire, aggros Spider-Man just to mock the guy.

I’m pretty sure rather than flying around aimlessly, the best way to find Spider-Man is to create the perfect quip opportunity.

A clown: “I’m gonna kiss every dime o’ my share -- just as soon as we get to the hideout so’s I can take off this stupid mask!”

Spider-Man, suddenly: “Aw, c’mon, Bunky, leave it on! I’ve always wanted to bust a bozo who looks like a bozo!”

Groucho: “S-s-spider-Man!”

S-s-spider-Man: “But enough of this clowning! Wanna give up?”

Dangit, Peter. Good wordplay.

But before can catch these thieves just like flies, down came the rain and washed the spider out.

A sudden, inexplicable (cough cough Thor) localized storm tosses around the thieves until they surrender.

After the police lead away the goofus thieves, Spider-Man comes dripping wet and with a bone to pick.

Spider-Man: “Do you have any idea what it’s like running around in wet tights?”

Thor is like sorry bro but I’ve come to talk so Spider-Man agrees but they’ll need to go off somewhere private because the press is honing in on him to ask him bonkers questions about whether he came in a flying saucer.

I think they’re thinking of a certain emissary of hell.

That darn press!

Spider-Man and Thor relocate to a high rooftop for their talk.

Spider-Man: “Now, Goldilocks, what’s your beef?”

Thor: “Thy protective demeanor is unneeded, my friend. I have no ‘beef’ -- only a proposal. The Avengers are seeking new members, and I wouldst offer thee such position.”

Spider-Man: “You... Thor... want me as an Avenger?

Spider-Man is still not sure if it would work out (reflecting on Spider-Man Annual #3) but he’s also really flattered by the offer. And presumably how the offer wasn’t accompanied by “BUT FIRST YOU MUST PASS OUR TEST!”

So he can’t just accept the offer off-hand but he’s definitely going to think about it.

Even if you don’t join the team, even just being considered is an honor.

The twilight turns into night turns into day, and Cap and Iron Man show up in Hawkeye’s place of business to bug him.

Don’t know if you remember but Hawkeye has a cushy job as head of security for Cross Technological Enterprises. And he actually does take the job seriously which is why he’s a little concerned, at least for his professional pride, that Cap and Iron Man got past his guards.

Cap: “Avengers priority -- never leave home without it. In fact, we’ve come to offer it to you.”

Smooth. Smooth, Cap.

Although I do like that they can just march up to the guards of this company and go ‘hey let us in we’re avengers’ and its not even a ‘ok i’ll clear it with head of security hawkeye’ its ‘yeah sure go right in and do you want any paperclips?’

Anyway, Hawkeye has his pride so he tells Cap not to expect him to come crawling back after the Avengers booted him out (actually Gyrich because Gyrich wanted the Avengers to have some ding dang diversity. Its weirdly the least assholeish thing he’s ever done although he approached it very much in an asshole way).

Point being, they kicked Hawkeye out and he has a new super cool job now.

Iron Man takes this show of wounded pride in wounded stride, just asking that Hawkeye consider it and let them know when he makes a decision.

But Hawkeye doubts he’ll decide to come back to the Avengers because he’s got a good thing in this steady, respectable paying job which comes with job security and respect!

And then, suddenly struck by the realization that he, Hawkeye, is turning down a drama implosion like the Avengers to do the adult thing?? Hawkeye doesn’t like what he’s become.

And he stares in horror at the trappings of power and respectability. The sex and the drugs.

Or a Playboy magazine and a personalized coffee cup, at least.

And he decides to give Iron Man his answer right then and there.

Which, of course, involves shooting arrows. This is Hawkeye we’re talking about.

What’s amazing is that we’ll learn later this issue that he’s going to keep his security job and do Avengers on top of that (and in fairness most of the Avengers don’t have Avengers as their only thing). But he just shot an arrow through a glass door in his place of employment.

But you don’t hire Hawkeye if you don’t expect that kind of thing so I can see why it wouldn’t impact his job.

So that’s Hawkeye as a YES and Spider-Man as a ‘I’ll get back to you.’ And as the weekend arrives, it’s time for Janet van Dyne’s superheroine brunch.

And on the hill above the van Dyne house, its our old pal Fabian Stankowicz.

Remember? The Mechano-Marauder? Built a robot suit to beat up the Avengers, none of them took him that seriously? Iron Man beat him up solo without trying very hard and then got angry about Hank Pym?

Anyway, he’s back, somehow, and he’s salty about the less than dignified experience he had in issue 217. But this time, he has a new plan!

Fabian Stankowicz: “They laughed at me! Mocked me! But I’ll show the Avengers that the Mechano-Marauder is not to be toyed with! I’ll attack their weakest member when the others aren’t around! She’ll be helpless! *Heh-heh-heh*”

Well. Good luck with that, my dude.

Sue Storm-Richards, the Invisible Girl, arrives and Jan introduces her to the other prospective Avengers: Dazzler, Spider-Woman, and Black Widow.

All good candidates, really.

Especially Dazzler.

Well, Beast left and Tigra left so somebody needs to be the new funny person.

Apparently, Spider-Woman doesn’t like puns because she immediately starts getting catty with Dazzler.

Spider-Woman: “Nice going, Blaire! You’re showing all the polish and poise of a real pro!”

Dazzler: “Oh? And I suppose crawling on walls like some yucky insect is ‘professional’?”

Spider-Woman: “I sting, too”

I guess, they have some history in Dazzler’s own book that didn’t go over well. Black Widow has to lean over and tell them to cut the shit out for Jan’s sake.

But then the last invited guest shows up.

ITS A SHE-HULK!

She saw the ads and she’s come for the free food!

Relatable.

Outside, Jan’s chauffeur Mr. Carrothers sits on the limo taking a smoke break and reflecting how good he has it working for the Wasp. Good pay, casual hours. The most he can complain about is that it gets a little boring sometimes.

That’s probably tempting fate because the All-New All-Different Mechano-Marauder stomps up to the house. Remember how Fabian threw the limo last time? Mr. Carrothers remembers.

He panics and runs into the house and tries to warn the assembled heroes.

And yet.

They didn’t really leap to action, huh? I mean, I get it. Brunch.

Even after the robot fist has punched through Wasp’s frankly ludicrous window and kidnapped Dazzler, Wasp is more annoyed than anything.

Wasp: “Fabian Stankowicz, you get that thing out of my living room!”

And then has to explain to her guests that Fabian is some chump that Iron Man beat up and that he wants to make a name for himself by defeating the Avengers. And Sue is like ah yes I understand completely.

But chump or not, Black Widow decides that they should rescue Dazzler.

Dazzler: “I don’t think I need saving, folks! This guy’s just holding, not squeezing!”

And so much for the brunch bunch taking this any amount of serious.

Sue just puts up a quick invisible dome to keep Fabian from getting to the rest of them which the Mechano-Marauder instantly bonks into and bangs on impotently demanding that they let him in.

Careful, Fabian.

You’re memeing yourself.

Dazzler saves herself when she gets tired of being carried around. She does her Dazzler thing with the bright pulse of light, blinding Fabian.

He drops Dazzler but she’s caught by She-Hulk.

The blinded Mechano-Marauder drives around blindly, thinking “These women aren’t even Avengers! They can’t beat me!”

Alas, Dazzler decides the same decision she decided in #211, that she’s a singer, not a fighter.

And Sue also decides to head off, saying that she’s too busy with the Fantastic Four anyway.

Shame.

But can we talk about the sheer audacity that Jan had of trying to poach Sue from the Fantastic Four to the Avengers? The nerve! The verve!

So that’s two of her candidates declining but that still leaves Spider-Woman, Black Widow, and She-Hulk.

And unfortunately for Mechano-Marauder, the first two are the two that have decided to kick his ass a little for entertainment reasons.

Spider-Woman’s venom blast damages one of the giant robot fists and Black Widow swings around Hoth-style and trips the Mechano-Marauder into the ornamental pond.

Alas, after literally dunking a giant robot into a pond, both Spider-Woman and Black Widow turn down the offer to join the Avengers.

Black Widow has private business that are keeping her busy. And Spider-Woman doesn’t even offer an excuse.

In fairness, she has her own solo book over in California and that’s a heck of a commute. I’m actually impressed that she came all this way for brunch.

Fabian is fed up with being treated as an after-thought in his own fight scene and bursts out of the pond, yelling how he’s going to destroy them all!

All.... uh, two that’s left at this point. Yup, he sure is going to destroy all two of them.

She-Hulk has been fairly low-key this whole story, especially for She-Hulk. I’m pretty sure she came to the brunch just for the food and she hasn’t reacted much to Fabian, even when the others were. She caught Dazzler but she hasn’t had much to say since arriving. She’s mostly been standing with her hands on her hips, watching things play out.

But I guess she’s gotten tired of Fabian. Or maybe it falls to her as the last guest.

She tells him to shut up and breaks his robot suit with one punch.

Fabian has one last trick up his Mechano-Marauder sleeve but its a dumb one.

His ejector seat is actually a backup robot suit. Annnd, its so heavy that it sinks into the ground. Trapping him.

Good job, Fabian.

She-Hulk goes to give him one more punch but Wasp stops her. Because she wants a shot at him.

And wow! What a shot!

At full not small size she crosses the streams to focus her bio-power stings into one concentrated beam and blows a hole in Fabian’s escape suit.

I’ve talked before about how Wasp’s pew pew stings have seemingly gotten souped up under Shooter and I think this is another good example. I mean, she’s not blowing up a house but combining the blasts to do precision boring is another cool application we haven’t seen before.

Anyway, now Wasp goes teeny and flies into the hole she made and up into the helmet to blast Fabian in the face. So hard his helmet flies off.

Wasp: “That’ll teach ‘im for ruining my party!”

And that’s that for brunch.

Days later, Jarvis calls the State Department to request official clearance for two new members.

And we see part of the process of that. Interesting if you’re interested in the logistics of an officially recognized superhero team.

I guess what’s interesting is that Henry Peter Gyrich is still part of the process.

You’d think he’d have been replaced or something after the Avengers very publicly embarrassed him and got emancipated from him. I guess he keeps doing the necessary liaison stuff without ever talking to them.

The requests for the two new members cross Gyrich’s desk and he takes it to the White House where the request gets signed by Ronald Reagan.

(The two new members are Hawkeye and She-Hulk by the by. We see it on the paperwork. Guess Spider-Man is still thinking it over.)

Anyway, I guess its interesting that new Avengers are a matter that goes all the way up to the president.

God, I’m glad that for the modern team, Cap told the US government to fuck off because I don’t want to even think about that still being a thing.

The next day after the paperwork is signed, Hawkeye is on his way to Avengers Mansion in a cab. He’s reading a Time magazine about the change in the Avengers’ roster and reflecting that it’ll be hard to hold down two jobs but worth it because he’s missed the adventure.

Check out the Time magazine though.

The cover of this comic book issue is in-universe the cover of Time magazine! That’s neat.

But Hawkeye’s cab is suddenly cut off by a pink Cadillac.

And Hawkeye being Hawkeye doesn’t just grumble and go about his day. He commits assault. Because this is Hawkeye.

The guy that Cap and Iron Man wanted back for being a good team-player.

So he gets out of the cab and shoots the pink Cadillac with an EMP arrow that fries the car’s electrical system.

Really abusing that Avengers Priority Status already, huh, Hawkeye?

The one mistake he made is that the pink Cadillac belongs to She-Hulk. She in fact earned it by doing a car commercial for Wacky Willie’s Wheels-And-Deals so you might imagine she’s fond of it.

So she picks up the cab with Hawkeye in it and leans it against a lightpole.

And then she picks up the Cadillac on her shoulder and walks off with it.

She-Hulk knows how to make a lasting impression, I’ll say that.

But soon after he gets down from the taxi and stops in at an ER to make sure he’s not concussed, Hawkeye arrives at Avengers Mansion to rejoin the team.

Hawkeye: “Okay, folks, life can go on -- Hawkeye’s here!”

Iron Man: “And it’s about time! We were starting to get worried. What happened?”

Hawkeye: “Oh, nothin’ much -- not ‘til some freaky Amazon tried to play dominoes with my taxi!”

She-Hulk, lurking silhouetted by the window: “‘Amazon’, eh? I don’t suppose it could have been -- a green Amazon?”

That is a powerful energy you have there, She-Hulk. Powerful energy and a power move in a power suit.

And that’s how Hawkeye’s day was ruined. Also how the two new additions to the team start with bad blood.

Conflict! We gotta have it!

Wasp: “Hawkeye, She-Hulk. I’d like to officially welcome you both. From now on -- you’re one of us. We’re one of you. And we’re all -- THE AVENGERS!”

Jan’s trying a new thing where she kisses every new member. And they both have to bend down a little for her.

Also, another new Wasp costume! Wasp gonna Wasp!

This is another good, light-hearted decompression issue. The Moondragon two-parter had some yuks but also mind-control sex and Drax’s brain melting. So this time Wasp throws a brunch and Cap and Iron Man help Hawkeye escape the drudgery of an adult job.

There’s a lot of what could have been with Wasp’s guest list. What if she could convince Sue Storm to take a break from the Fantastic Four to try being on the Avengers.

She’ll join later, in the Worst Roster but she’ll join with Reed. I’m thinking more of a thing where Sue gets some time away from the family. I don’t think it could last long and it would need the Avengers and FF writer to be on the same page but I think it could be interesting - Sue getting to be on a team where she doesn’t have to be the adult in the room and doesn’t have to work alongside the family.

It’s a similar reason to why I’d like to see adult Cyclops join the Avengers. He’s so tied in with X-stuff and being the leader of X-stuff that I want to take him out of that context and see a new side of him.

Spider-Woman and Black Widow also could have been interesting. They’ll both become Avengers later. I don’t know that Dazzler ever did and she presents interesting opportunities.

The Avengers have had Wonder Man who was also trying to break into acting while being an Avenger. So Dazzler trying to pursue her singing career might just be a retread of that but what if she were more successful and was a celebrity on the team.

The Avengers kind of are celebrities but I think it’d be a different feel if they had a famous (disco) singer on the team.

Interesting stuff (for me) to think about, anyway.

Something else to talk about is the creative credits. Jim Shooter is credited for plotting but Dave Michelinie as writer. And looking ahead, Shooter is not going to be the solo writer again in the near future.

I think we’re getting to the point where Shooter’s going to be too busy with EIC duties to keep up writing the Avengers. He’s going to get plotting credits for a few more issues, probably loose threads he’s handing to other writers.

So the second Shooter run is going to end soon. Shame. Very much a shame. It wasn’t a very long run but he put a lot of energy and humor into the book.

Next time: Egghead’s back and he’s bringing a new Masters of Evil. Wow, it’s been a while since we’ve had them and they’re supposed to be the Avengers’ evil opposite team.

And Egghead is the not very impressive criminal mastermind who couldn’t beat Hank Pym so instead framed him for crime. Hopefully the new Masters rise above that level of menace.

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bees-aus · 5 years ago

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HLVRAI ROLESWAP AU

[ Main tag: #SWAP AU ]

Roleswap AU is just like it sounds- an AU where everyone's roles are switched! However, what causes this AU to stand out from the rest is that roles may be swapped... but species and personality, in most cases, are not! In this AU, Gordon + Benrey are swapped, G-Man and Tommy are swapped, Coomer and Bubby are swapped, Forzen and Darnold, and Joshua and Josh (who works at Gamestop) are swapped!

Gordon Freeman

[ he/him ] [ Reference image ]

Gordon is a college dropout who had a dream of becoming a scientist, but really couldn’t handle it. In some cruel twist of irony, he ends up with a job at Black Mesa… as a security guard. It had great benefits and you didn’t really seem to do anything, so… why not? Sure, he’s a little bitter, but it’s steady, easy, has decent wages, and he at least gets to hang out around scientists. And at least he’s forced to keep up a workout regimen, which is probably the biggest thing he has going for his mental health. Also streams games in his free time. He’d been working there for quite a while when he suddenly got shifted to a different division- something about a big project needing heavier guarding. That’s when he met Benrey- who he thought was fishy as hell. And maybe he was excited to actually be able to do something once in this damn job. Of course, shit immediately goes wrong. Despite everything going to shit- Gordon is sure that his bosses will pull through and fix everything, so he does his best to try and do his job and make sure Benrey doesnt go anywhere he’s not supposed to. Benrey proceeds to completely ignore him, and use his inhuman powers to completely thwart every attempt Gordon makes to make the man listen. Ends up unwillingly becoming the final boss because of Tommy’s thwarting, and hes to be killed by science team, and then manually saved by Gman, Benrey and Tommy.

Benrey

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Just like canon, Benrey is very much not human and a pain in Gordon’s ass. He’s the head test subject for all of the Xen projects, since his inhuman status prevents him from being killed or injured by most radiation and xen lifeforms that would kill humans. Doesn’t really care about his job, but Tommy roped him into it and he owes him one. Plus, the pay is decent to get things for his son, Joshua- who definitely takes after his dad. When the game starts, he starts playing it for funsies. However, it becomes a lot less fun when he realizes the game is becoming all too real. He hadn't worried about his arm getting cut off- not until it didn't grow back, due to it being a scripted event. Not only that, but Tommy lets him know that when the game ends... they all might die. So he helps bounce ideas off Tommy of how to stop it- with some consequences. They end up causing Gordon to be roped into being the final boss, and has to save him with Tommy and G-Man's help.

Joshua

[ he/him + ??? ] [ reference image ]

Just like Benrey, Joshua isn’t human- and appears even moreso, since the kid has no interest in trying to appear human. Which Benrey at least tries, for his coworkers sake. About 6-8 mentally, his physical age isn’t really disclosed. He’s currently in his “molting phase”, as Benrey calls it; causing him to shed everywhere and try and itch himself on everything. As well as chewing. And hissing. And clawing the furniture. Despite that, they’re surprisingly well behaved when prompted, and listen to Benrey… decently well. Has an interest in Gordon, though that interest seems to half be trying to chew on all of Gordon’s clothes. Mainly watches Westerns at home or hangs out with Tommy or G-Man while Benrey is working. Has a strange love for cowboys. Calls Benrey “Bany” or “beedee”, Gordon “Hoofs”, Tommy “Eggs”, Gman “Chicken”, Coomer “Murphy”, and Bubby “Packy” as their main nicknames. Can’t read, but is a master Heavenly Sword player, amongst other games. Loves Minecraft in particular.

Tommy Coolatta

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Tommy is the son and successor to one of the more influential interdimensional buisnessmen, G-Man. When his father decided he was done, Tommy stepped up to the plate and took over the business willingly for several reasons- including simple pursuit of knowledge. He met Benrey long even before he took over the business, which is why he trusted him to help him with his project and appointed him to Xen experimentation- with pay, of course. He became self-aware when the "game" started, and though he tried not to interfere much, he got scared when he realized that when the game ended... they might all go with it. So, he decided to confide in Benrey- as they'd been friends for a long time; before Tommy had even taken over his fathers' position. Together they came up with a plan to try and delete the final boss- and it was this that caused Gordon to glitch and take over the role.

G-Man

[ he/him + xe/xem ]

After his son decided he was ready to take over the family business, G-Man decided to retire. He'd never really had time to simply... not do anything before. So he decided to indulge and start learning about more specifics instead of being involved with everything in a broad sense. One of his personal projects was creating a pet for himself- the "perfect" cat, a black oriental shorthair named La Croix. Though he claims she's perfect, she's... well, completley evil. But don't tell him that. Anyway, one day Tommy called him up and asked him for a favor- a client wanted Black Mesa to develop portaling technology to Xen, and he didn't really have to time to teach the humans. So, begrudgingly as a favor to his son, he posed as a scientist hired by Black Mesa to help fund and lead the research team. Much to his chagrin, that also involves working with Benrey, who he never really cared for. When all hell breaks lose, he's forced to accompany the rest of the team through the game for Tommy's sake- and because he actually decently likes the Coomer and Bubby fellows.

Dr. Coomer

[ he/him ]

Coomer is on of Black Mesa's experiments on creating the perfect security and scientist hybrid- if they could just have one person in both roles, it would be so much easier! Unfortunately, their testing didn't go so well. He's the most successful of his batch- and successful he is! He's got the brains of a scientist and the brawns of... well, certainly a lot more than your average security guard. Plus the psychokinesis. Really, he's the perfect package... if only they could properly replicate him. They decided to place him in the Xen department due to his multi functional abilities, and the fact that he got along rather well with the lead scientist there- G-man. Also, he's the only one who can really keep Bubby in check.

Bubby

[ they/them + he/him ]

Another one of Black Mesa's experiments- this time, in cybernetics. He was originally purposed to be withstanding of Xen atmosphere and basically work as a living space probe, but the idea was quickly scrapped. Still, they had a perfectly good brain, so... they simply stuck him in the scientist department instead. Though he's rather small and frail, he's by no means any less dangerous. A good portion of his body is advanced tech; a whole arsenal of tools store and hidden away in his body. Like a living swiss army knife of doom. Some of these features include giant, insectoid blade legs, a mini flamethrower, lasers, science tools... you get the gist.

Darnold

[ he/him ]

Darnold was Gordon's roomate back in college. Though he wanted to graduate in mixology- when Gordon dropped out, he got a new roommate, and things started to go south from there. Long story short, he decided to join the military for help with college and getting his degree. Unfortunately, Darnold is not a brave man. He did not want to be on this mission. He doesn't know why he ever even thought of this. This was a horrible idea. Oh fuck, oh no- But it's a bit too late now, once he's separated from the rest of his squad in an alien infested laboratory. When he finally meets the rest of science team, he quickly surrenders and dips out- but unfortunately, gets taken hostage by an evil cat named La Croix. Once G-Man manages to calm his pet, he books it, escaping the facility, quitting the military. Fortunately for him, Black Mesa's hush money (that Tommy provided, of course) was more than enough to let him get any degree he wants.

Forzen

[ he/him ]

When Darnold and Gordon both dropped out of college... Forzen was the one who decided to pick up the open dorm, and also the empty spot in Darnold's mixology class. Turns out, he was pretty damn good at that. Good enough that he decided that's what he wanted to do instead of join the military- fuck those guys. He went on to get a full, successful degree, and get hired as the official Black Mesa Mixologist. Though he's still a huge, buff, brute-looking man- he passionately works making his elixirs (all of which are lovingly named after beyblades, of course). He's pretty annoyed when a bunch of weirdos come knocking on his department, but he obliges because he has the perfect elixir to test on whatever the one-armed dude is- though they all quickly leave after a pretty heated discussion about TF2.

#HLVRAI #swap au

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loverandservantoftheahlulbayt · 4 years ago

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🍃🕊🍃 Hazrat Abbas (as) 🍃🕊🍃

🍃🕊🍃 Birth and Early Life 🍃🕊🍃

Hazrat Abbas, was the first child of Umm-ul-Banin. With his birth, Medina shone and the whole world glittered. Waves of pleasures flowed in the family of ‘Ali (a), for the birth of their magnificent moon that would enlighten this world with his merits, and would add immortal glory to the numerous glories of the Hashemites.

As soon as Imam ‘Ali (a) was given the good news of the birth of this blessed child, he hurried to take him, kiss him frequently, and hold the Shariite ceremonies of newborns. The Imam (a) recited the azan (1) in his newborn’s right ear and recited the iqama (2) in the left. Hence, the first voice that penetrated this great newborn’s hearing was his father’s, stating:

Allahu Akbar (Allah is the Greatest)

La ilaha illa (A)llah (There is no god but Allah)

These great words, which are the message of all prophets and the melody of the God-fearing, found a ground in the inner self of al-’Abbas. These words later on became the most significant element of his personality. In his future, he would adopt the calling to the true application of these words for which he would lose all his limbs.

On the seventh day of birth, Imam ‘Ali (a) shaved the newborn’s hair and gave golden and silver alms as weighty as the cut hair. As he had done for al-Hasan and al-Husayn, Imam ‘Ali (a) slaughtered a ram as offering to God on behalf of his baby. These practices are adopted from the Prophet (S) whose words, practices, and confirmations are regarded as authoritative, together with the holy Koran, for Muslims.

🍃🕊🍃 Year of Birth 🍃🕊🍃

Historians 3 have confirmed that al-’Abbas was born on the fourth of Sha’ban, AH 26.

🍃🕊🍃 Name 🍃🕊🍃

After holding the Islamic ceremonies of newborns for Imam ‘Ali’s new baby, Lady Zainab (sa) turned her face towards her father and asked, “Father, have you chosen a name and a nickname for this new baby?”

Her father answered, “Yes, daughter, I have.”

“What are they, father?” she asked eagerly.

The father, as he perceived that this baby would be one of the heroes of Islam and would be frowning in the faces of evils and the wrongdoers, said, “I name him al-’Abbas (the frowning), and nickname him Abu’l-Fadhl (father of virtue).”4

Lady Zainab (sa) however loved this baby very much and could not depart him for a single moment. She told her father about the different feelings that she had for this child.

🍃🕊🍃 Al-’Abbas in Arabic 🍃🕊🍃

Referring to the linguistic meaning of the Arabic al-’Abbas, Ibn-Manzhour5 in his al-Ayn, writes down:

Al-’Abbas - the lion that other lions fear and escape

In Muntaha al-Irab, the following is recorded:

Al-’Abbas - this name is given to the courageous, the fearless, the strong, and the attacker. It is one of the names of a lion. Describing al-’Abbas in the battlefields, many historians have likened him to the angry lion.7

Describing al-’Abbas ibn ‘Ali, at-Turaihi, in his al-Muntakhab, says:

Al-’Abbas ibn ‘Ali looked like an unshakable mountain. His heart was the same as such an immoveable mound because he was such a unique horseman and hero. In battlefields, he was fearless.

🍃🕊🍃 His Mother’s Verses 🍃🕊🍃

Out of her great love for her son, Umm-ul-Banin did her best to protect him from any evil, including the evils of the envious. Hence, she composed the following poetic verses:

I seek the guard of the One (God) for him

From the eye of every envious -

Including the rising one and those who sit

The Muslims and the unbelievers

The comers and the goers

And sons and fathers.8

🍃🕊🍃 Nicknames 🍃🕊🍃

Al-’Abbas was called Abu’l-Fadhl (father or owner of virtue). Some mentioned that he had a son called al-Fadhl.9

As a matter of fact, this name represents his personality completely, because he was the owner, leader, and a source of virtues. In his life, he was so openhanded - he used to distribute his virtue and charity to anyone who was directed to him.

After martyrdom, he has been the shelter and refuge of everyone who seeks his help. Most surely, God relieves him who turns to Him and implores to Him by using Abu’l-Fadhl as his means and interceder. Because this is so commonly experienced - the fact is undeniable.

Al-’Abbas was also called Abu-Qirba (the owner of the water skin) because he had carried water to the harem of Imam al-Husayn (a) during the battle of at-Taff.

He was also called Abu’l-Qasim. This name, however, is not common among historians some of whom have mentioned that al- ‘Abbas had a son called al-Qasim who was martyred during the battle of at-Taff. Jabir al-Ansari addressed to al-’Abbas during the Ziyara of al-Arbaeen: 10

“Salaam be upon you, Abu’l-Qasim. Salaam be upon you, O al-’Abbas ibn ‘Ali.”

Undoubtedly, Jabir was that great personality who spent much of his time in the house of prophecy and Imamate; therefore he was more knowledgeable than others in the secrets, affairs, and news of this holy house.11

🍃🕊🍃 Predictions 🍃🕊🍃

It is narrated that, once, Imam ‘Ali (a) seated his baby al-’Abbas on his knees, lifted his (the baby’s) hands, kissed them, and wept. Watching this situation, the mother was surprised. Hence, Imam ‘Ali (a) told her about the future of her baby and what would happen to his hands. She as well as the others, wept heavily. After that, the Imam told her about her baby’s great position with God, and this relieved her.12

🍃🕊🍃 Early Life 🍃🕊🍃

Al-’Abbas was nursed at the hands of a faithful, mother who nurtured him on faith, loyalty, knowledge, devoutness and high principles. His father too, was that great personality who is described as a copy of the Prophet (S), the inheritor of the prophet’s knowledge and the hero of all combats.

Al-’Abbas was brought up under the custody of these parents. No wonder then that he possessed such a personality and offered such big sacrifices for the sake of his religion and principles.

Al-’Abbas adhered to his father when he was in Medina, and when he moved to Iraq and resided in Kufa, al-’Abbas was also under his thoughtful care and wise education. Through heredity, education and environment, al-’Abbas acquired all virtues, high moral standards, knowledge and conversance.

After his father’s demise, al-’Abbas adhered closely to his two brothers - al-Hasan and al-Husayn (a). He returned with them to Medina and learnt from them the religious knowledge and fundamentals in addition to the nobilities of character.

When Imam al-Hasan (a) was poisoned to death, al-’Abbas adhered to his brother Imam al-Husayn and his nephew Imam ‘Ali Zayn ul-Abidin (a). He kept himself with his brother in Medina, Mecca, and Iraq where he protected him as well as his harem until he lost his life for this sake.

Thus, unlike the other sons of Imam ‘Ali (a), al-’Abbas had the characteristic of full adherence to his father, two brothers, and nephew. For that reason, he was a true copy of the Imams in knowledge and morality.

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1. Azan (Announcement) is the Muslim call to the ritual prayers

2. Iqama is the prefatory statements of the ritual prayers

3. See Qamar Bani Hashim, 2/5 and Anees ush-Shia

4. However, some historians have reported another narration about the naming of Abu’l-Fadhl al-’Abbas:

Umm-ul-Banin swaddled her baby with a white piece of cloth and handed him to his father who held the Islamic ceremonies of newborns, kissed him, passed his hand on the baby’s eyes, ears, and mouth - so that the baby would see, hear, and say nothing but the right.

Then, asked the mother, “Have you chosen a name for him?” “We will never precede you in such a thing,” she said.

The Imam (a) said, “Well then, I choose for him the name of my uncle, al-’Abbas.” He then embraced the baby to his chest, took the two small hands, and kissed them warmly while he was weeping. He then said, “I predict these two hands will be cut!”

See al-Kulbasi’s Al- Khassaiss ul-’Abbasiyya, 71-2

5. Ibn-Manzhour is the compiler of the most famous Arabic-Arabic dictionary named Al-Ayn’

6. See Ibn Manzhour’s al-Ayn, article: Al-’Abbas

7. See Muntaha al-Irab; article: al-’Abbas

8. See Al-Munammaq fi Akhbari Quraish, 437

9. See Sirr us-Salsala, Umdat ut-Talib, 356 and Maqatil ut-Talibiyyin, 84

10. Ziyara consists of words and practices said and done during the pilgrimage to the shrines of the Prophets, Imams, and saints. Ziyara of al-Arbaeen is the first visit of Jabir ibn Abdullah al- Ansari to the tomb of Imam al-Husayn (a) forty (Arbaeen) days after his martyrdom.

11. Al-’Abbas also had other nicknames such as Ibn-ul-Badawiyya (son of the Bedouin lady), Abu-Furja (source of relief) and Abush- Shara (owner of charisma)

12. See Qamar Bani Hashim, 21

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lifeofresulullah · 5 years ago

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The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): Calling the Tribes to Islam, the Allegiances of Aqaba and Migration to Madinah

It was the twelfth year of the Islamic calendar (621 AD.)

During the eleventh Islamic year, the six individuals who had come from Madina and converted to Islam in a place called Aqaba, promised our Holy Prophet (PBUH) that they would return the following year and meet at the same place.

When it was time for the next hajj, which came a year after their first encounter with our Holy Prophet (PBUH), the six individuals set off in a caravan of twelve people towards Mecca. One night they met with our Holy Prophet (PBUH) in secret in the small and narrow valley named Aqaba. At the end of this meeting, they pledged their allegiance to Allah’s Apostle (PBUH) on the following conditions:

a) To not associate any partners with Allah,

b) To not steal,

c) To not commit adultery,

d) To not kill their children,

e) To not slander anyone,

f) To not oppose an auspicious cause.

After this allegiance was made, our Holy Prophet (PBUH) said to them:

“Allah has prepared Paradise and guarantees rewards for those of you who fulfill his pledge. If someone commits one of these misdeeds out of human error and is punished in this world, that punishment will be considered atonement. And whoever commits one of these out of human error and conceals what he has done and does not reveal it, then it is left to Allah to decide to forgive or punish him.”

Furthermore, these Muslims made the following agreement with our Holy Prophet (PBUH):

“Obedience and submission come first and foremost during times of distress, pressure, prosperity, and happiness. We are under your command. We will not disobey you in any way.”

The above-mentioned issues that those who were present in the first Aqaba Pledge promised not to do are the things that form a peaceful community life. There would definitely be no law and order in a community where those ugly deeds were prevalent.

The place where the Aqaba Pledge took place and the Aqaba Mosque

Islam, which came to make humanity attain peace and bliss and to base the community life on law and order, would definitely adopt those principles as indispensable and would obtain a promise from its followers regarding the issue.

Those who were present at the Pledge

These were the first 12 Muslims of Medina who were present at the First Allegiance:

1) As'ad bin Zurara (r.a.), 2) Awf bin Harith (r.a.), 3) Muadh bin Harith (r.a.), 4) Rafi' bin Malik (r.a.), 5) Zakwan bin Qays (r.a.), 6) Ubada bin Samit (r.a.), 7) Yazid bin Sa'laba (r.a.), 8) Abbas bin Ubada (r.a.), 9) Qutba bin Amir (r.a.), 10) Uqba bin Amir (r.a.), 11) Uwaym bin Saida (r.a.), 12) Abu'l-Haytham Malik bin Tayyihan (r.a.).

The Muslims of Medina returned to their homeland after this meeting. There, they continued to have their voices heard and spread the light of Islam.

Mus’ab b. Umayr is sent

Some time later, the Muslims of Madina requested from our Holy Prophet (PBUH) that a teacher of the Quran be sent to teach them Islamic manners and rules of conduct. Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) immediately fulfilled their request in the most kind and civil way by sending Hazrat Mus’ab bin Umair, a young man with a handsome face from among the Quraysh.

The Light of Islam Shines in Medina

Asad bin Zurara was the leader among the Muslims of Madina for some time. For that reason, when the young Quran instructor, Musab bin Umair (RA) came to Madina, he began to stay in Asad bin Zurara’s home; this home became the center in which the Muslims gathered.

Hazrat Musab had learned the Quran directly from our Holy Prophet (PBUH) ; he would make excellent use of opportunities and time. He devoted all of his efforts and work to spreading Islam in Madina. He would talk and meet with the esteemed figures of other tribes and explain Islam to them in a soft manner.

Usayd B.Khudayr and Sa’d B. Muadh adopt Islam

The Quran teacher of Madinah Muslims, Hazrat Mus’ab b. Umayr, stayed in the house of As’ad b. Zurara (may Allah be pleased with him), who was their leader; he carried out the service of conveying and spreading the message of Islam there.

Many people in Madina had become Muslims; however, there were some obstacles to disseminating Islam more quickly. The chieftain of the Aws tribe, Sa’d bin Muadh, and another chieftain, Usaid bin Khudayr, had not yet become Muslims and this was affecting the community in turn.

Sa’d bin Muadh was the nephew of Hazrat As’ad bin Zurara’s paternal aunt.

One day Mus’ab and Hazrat Asad were sitting next to a well in the garden of a home that belonged to the Bani Zafar. There were many Muslims around them.

During this time, Usaid bin Khudayr came next to them with a spear in his hand. In a rageful tone he said, “Why did you come to us? You are fooling and leading several ignorant and weak people astray! If you do not want to be killed, then leave here immediately!”

Hazrat Musab answered very politely, “Wait a bit and sit down. Listen to what we have to say and understand our purpose; if you like what we have to say, then you’ll accept it and if not, you can oppose.”

Usaid replied, “You are correct,” thrust his spear into the ground, and sat down.

Hazrat Musab made a speech describing Islam and recited the Holy Quran.

Usaid was unable to contain himself, “This is such a beautiful and nice message.” He then asked, “How can one enter this religion?”

Mus’ab (r.a.) explained Islam to him in more detail. Usaid bin Khudayr then recited the oath of faith and joined the ranks of the privileged who accepted Islam.

Following his conversion he said, “I’m going to go but I will send someone to you. If he testifies, then there will be no one left who has not converted,” and left. He went to Sa’d bin Muadh and his tribe.

Sa’d asked, “What did you do?”

Usaid replied:

“I told the two men what I had to say. By God, I did not see any stubbornness or noncompliance from them.”

Sa’d bin Muadh then said, “By God, you did not bring any satisfying news” and went straight to Mus’ab and As’ad (r.a.) He angrily reproved and threatened them, “O As’ad! If we were not relatives I would not tolerate nor show any patience towards the ugliness you have instilled into our tribe.”

In the same sweet manner, Hazrat Mus’ab (r.a.) said, “Please wait. Sit down and rest. Understand what we have to say; if you like our words then you can accept them, and if you do not like them then we will refrain from proposing what you deem as being ugly.”

Upon this Sa’d sat down and began to listen to Hazrat Mus’ab’s words.

Hazrat Mus’ab explained to him what the religion of Islam meant and recited the beginning of Surah az-Zukhruf.

While Hazrat Mus’ab was reciting the Quran, the expression on Sa’d’s face immediately changed. The mark of faith suddenly appeared on his face. He had never heard nor known such things till that moment. Upon hearing the incomparable eloquence and sweet wording of the Quran, he immediately said, “What must one do to join this faith?”

Mus’ab (r.a.) explained the fundamentals to him. He testified right there and became a Muslim.

Afterwards he turned to his own tribe, the Bani Abdu’l-Ashhal and addressed them: “O Community! “What do you know of me?”

They answered, “You are our elder, our superior.”

Upon this Hazrat Sa’d said, “In that case, you must testify to Allah and His Apostle” and added: “As long as you do not convert, may it be haram (prohibited) for me to speak with your men and women!

Upon these words, every single person from the Bani Abdu’l Ashhal converted that day.

Hazrat As’ad bin Zurara and Mus’ab (r.a.) returned to back Hazrat As’ad’s home together.

From then on, Hazrat Mus’ab was not alone in delivering Islam’s message. The chieftains of the Aws and Khazraj tribes had joined ranks with them. They tried spreading Islam with their utmost efforts.

Once again, the center through which Islam would be disseminated was Hazrat As’ad bin Zurara’s home. Here, Hazrat Mus’ab and Sa’d bin Muadh were occupied with inviting people to Islam.

In a short time, Islam greatly expanded in Madina, to such an extent that the only house that did not convert within the Aws and Khazraj tribes was Bani Umayya bin Zaid. Some time later, Islam began to shine in that house as well.

The Second Aqaba Allegiance

It was the 13th year of the Islamic calendar (622 A.D.)

During the Hajj season of this year, Hazrat Mus’ab bin Umayr came to Mecca with 75 people, two of them were women, of the Aws and Khazraj tribes.

This group went to our Holy Prophet (PBUH) who was sitting at the Masjid-al-Haram with his uncle Hazrat Abbas, and made the following offer:

Oh Allah’s Apostle! We are a rather big group. We agree to take you amongst us, to help you, to sacrifice ourselves for your sake, and to protect your inner-being as we do your physical being. Where should we meet with you to further discuss this matter?”

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) again deemed it suitable to meet at Aqaba.

This meeting was to be held at night and no one else was to know. In fact, in order not to attract any attention they would leave from their encampment in very small groups to go to Aqaba.

As instructed, the Muslims from Medina gathered in the valley near Aqaba at nighttime without attracting anyone’s attention and without letting anyone else know.

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) came with his uncle Hazrat Abbas who had not become a Muslim yet. Hazrat Abbas’ purpose was to not leave his nephew alone in this important matter and to hear the given promises himself.

At first, Hazrat Abbas began to speak. He made a speech saying that if the Muslims of Madina were confident they could protect our Holy Prophet (PBUH) that they should proceed and if they were not confident then they had to abandon this plan at once.

However, the Muslims of Medina wanted our Holy Prophet (PBUH) to speak: They said, “O Messenger of Allah! You talk, too! Obtain the promise that you want for you and for your Lord from us.”

At that moment As’ad bin Zurara, the leader of the Muslims of Medina, received permission from our Holy Prophet (PBUH) to speak and said, “O Allah’s Apostle, every invitation has a way. That way can be either be or difficult! The invitation you make is a difficult one for the people of today to accept. You invited us to your religion and to abandon the religion we used to follow. This was a very difficult task. Despite this, we accepted your invitation. We were a community that protected our homeland with honor and against all kinds of invasion; nobody could dare to dominate us except us let alone a person who abandoned his tribe and whose uncles wanted to surrender him to his enemies. Although this was very difficult, we accepted your offer on this path! However, unless Allah bestows the resolve to discover the true path and the hope to reach beneficence, then none of this will appeal to the people. However, we accepted this by avowing with our tongues, testifying with our hearts, and reaching out our hands. We testify to you by knowing and believing all that you bring from Allah. We testify to our Lord and your Lord. Allah’s powerful hands are upon our own hands. Our blood is with your blood, our hands are you with your hands. We will protect you as we protect ourselves, our children, and our wives. If we break our promise, then let us be grief-stricken people who have broken Allah’s promise.”

Hazrat As’ad bin Zurara completed the final portion of his speech:

“O Allah’s Apostle! Take whatever promise from us that you desire for yourself and for the sake of Allah.”

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) first recited some verses from the Holy Quran. Afterwards, he listed the conditions he wanted for himself and His Lord’s sake:

My request for the sake of Allah, the Exalted, is that you;

“Worship Him without associating any partners to Him, you perform your salah (daily prayers) and to pray your zakat (alms.)

“As for myself;

“Testify that I am Allah’s Messenger and protect me as you would yourselves, your children, and your wives.”

This time Abdullah bin Rawaha received permission to speak; he said, “O Allah’s Apostle! If we fulfill what you say, then what is in it for us?”

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) replied, “Paradise.”

Happiness brightly shone in their eyes as they all testified and said, “In that case this is a rewarding and beneficial exchange.”

Afterwards, they asked our Holy Prophet (PBUH), “How should we pledge our allegiance to you?”

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) answered, “You must promise me that you will testify to there being no god but Allah and that He sent me as His Apostle, to pray your salah (daily prayers), to pay your zakat (alms,) to obey me in times of joy and sorrow, to completely submit to my commands, to help me in every way, and when I go there, to protect me from the same things from which you would protect yourselves, wives, and children!”

Twelve Representatives

Upon this, our Holy Prophet (PBUH) declared, “Choose 12 individuals from among yourselves who will stand by me in every matter as the representatives of their tribes. Moses also had 12 representatives from the Sons of Israel.”

The Muslims of Madina chose nine representatives from the Khazraj tribe and three from the Aws.

The chosen individuals from the Khazraj were as follows:

1) Abu Umama As'ad bin Zurara, 2) Sa'd bin Rabi', 3) Rafi' bin Malik, 4) Abdullah bin Rawaha, 5) Abdullah bin Amr, 6) Bara' bin Ma'rur, 7) Sa'd bin Ubada, 8) Ubada bin Sâmit, 9) Mundhir bin Amr.

The representatives chosen for the Aws were:

1) Usaid bin Khudayr, 2) Sa'd bin Haythama, 3) Abu'l-Haytham Malik bin Tayyihan.

All of these representatives were the leading figures of Madina, esteemed individuals, and literate scholars.

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) said to these representatives, “Just as the disciples vouched for Isa (Jesus,) Son of Mary, against their tribes, you too are the disciples of yourselves. And I am the disciple of the immigrants from Mecca.”

They confirmed by saying, “Yes.”

Furthermore, after the 12 representatives were chosen, our Holy Prophet (PBUH) appointed Hazrat As’ad bin Zurara as the head of the 12 representatives.

These representatives spoke to the groups they represented, explained the importance of the allegiance, and prepared their respective groups to also pledge their allegiance to our Holy Prophet (PBUH.)

Afterwards, our Holy Prophet (PBUH) extended his holy hand. The Muslims of Madina all pledged their allegiance one by one. Only the two women did not give their hands but he accepted them as having pledged.

In a sense, this allegiance was an alliance made between the Muslims of Madina and Mecca.

The Polytheists Sense Things!

The Allegiance took place in the darkness of the night in a secluded place that nobody other than those invited could see.

Despite this, as soon as the allegiance was complete, they all heard a sound: “O Quraysh! Muhammad and the Madinans who have left the religion of their fathers, have gathered and agreed to wage war on you!”

Where could this voice that tore the silence of the night be coming from? Concern and worry overcame everyone.

This voice resembled the voice of Munabbih bin Hajjaj. Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) commanded: “Immediately return to your camps!”

At that time, Abbas bin Ubada said, “O Allah’s Apostle, if you would like, as soon as morning comes, we can sharpen our swords, tread upon the community of Mina, and slay them.”

However, our Holy Prophet (PBUH) was commanded to use his sword of patience, he declared,

“No, no. We are not yet commanded to act in this way. Everyone, return to your spots.”

Upon this, the Muslims of Madina returned to their camps.

When the morning came, the polytheists began to investigate this incident whose purpose was yet unknown to them. At first, they asked the polytheists of Madina. However, they swore they were uninformed of this matter, “Such a thing did not happen. We do not know of such a thing.”

The Muslims of Madina thought silence was the best way; and for that reason they did not say one word.

This time, the polytheists went to Abdullah bin Ubai bin Salul and asked him. He said, “That is a grand work. Such a thing must not have happened. These must be empty words. The tribe did not consult with me. When I was in Yathrib they did not do anything without first consulting with me.”

The polytheists then determined that the polytheists of Madina knew nothing about this matter.

If our Holy Prophet (PBUH) had not said, “Do not let anyone else know about this incident” and if the Muslims of Madina had not concealed this matter from their polytheist compatriots, then of course, this matter would have been heard by the polytheists of Mecca and a great trouble would have befallen upon the Muslims.

When the Season of Hajj came to a close, the Muslims of Madina set off to return to their homeland.

A short time after the Muslims of Madina had left, the polytheists learned what had happened. They immediately planned to keep a close watch on the Muslims from Madina. However, it had been a long time since they had left; thus, they were only able to capture two people: Sa’d bin Ubada and Mundhir bin Amr. These two individuals had somehow stayed behind when the caravan set off. Much later, Hazrat Mundhir was able to find a way and escape from their hands. The polytheists only brought Sa’d bin Ubada to Mecca. They took their anger and resentment out on him by torturing and subjecting him to all kinds of cruelty. At last, Hazrat Sa’d bin Ubada was released from this torture when he received the protection of two polytheists he had known from long before and who had been his guests in Madina.

Madinah Muslims who returned to their homeland were looking forward to welcoming muhajirs and the Messenger of Allah!

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Title: Enthralled Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Loki x Jotun!OC Rating: Mature/Explicit Summary: “Please...I am begging you...” Notes: This is a gift to @manip-loki for all the AMAZING fanart (posted at @maniploki) she’s made for me over the weeks/months based on my FrostBitten series. The concept of a Thrall Collar is from @endlessstairway and her amazing stories here. This specific piece is meant to be a sneak peak of the sequel to FrostBitten. Ulfr is a Frost Giant and “played” by Lee Pace. The story is dark, it has mentions of non-con, violence, hints of dub-con, and Loki in a very bad situation and head-space (I’m seriously cruel to Loki in this, sorry) …For all that and its length it gets a “Read More”

To say that Loki slumps is gracious...he’s tossed, left to slip down to the floor. He whimpers, tries to soothe aching head and split lip on cool tile, as the guards laugh above him. A boot sets on his back, flattening him underneath, as his breath is slowly crushed from lungs. His insides feel rearranged and stomach threatens to revolt. The collar holds his neck off the floor, reminds him of a guillotine, and Loki floods with the wish that Odin had simply swung the ax.

“Did you like that, Thrall?” The Ba-Bani guard cackles as he tucks himself back in, does up the flap of his armor once more. “Come on, tell me you liked it.”

“I...” - ‘wanna rip your fucking throat out’ - the binding shocks his tongue, presses in from all angles so Loki feels his head could well cave in. “I liked it...Sir.” There’s some relief, but broken body and rage prevent any true comfort. Slaves are to be meek, pliable, eager to please...Loki’s not quite gotten the hang of such things even now. Even knowing what could await anything but what’s expected of a thrall.

The other guard smirks. “Wanna go again?” He presses the tip of his shoe between Loki’s legs, encouraging Loki to spread once more, when all three hear the sound of heavy boots approaching. “Maybe you’ll have a third on your dance-card this time,” the guard notes viciously, presuming a coworker. “Might have to turn you into a bitch so you can handle all of us together, wouldn’t that be a treat?”

Loki feels himself pressed, pressured, to answer, but stubbornly fights it. Stubbornly hopes, prays to the gods, that this new person is a savior, not the next in line for him. Jaw clenches as the need to answer, the need to acquiesce, builds to almost intolerable pain. “P-Ple...” He holds fast, tears streaming, and is saved by a new voice.

“Didn’t think you guys got free samples.” As amused as it sounds, there’s a hint of threat to it as well.

And, for Loki, a hint of recognition. He can’t look up - position and binding both prevent it - but he knows that voice. Deep, dark, but just this side of delighted.

The Ba-Bani’s foot comes off Loki as he turns. “You can’t be back here!”

“Then perhaps you should do a better job guarding,” the new arrival counters. “Or...you can forget I’m here and I can forget you’re fucking the merchandise.”

Loki’s seized by the metal collar, yanked up on unstable feet. He can barely stand up straight as the urge to double-over washes through him. He closes his eyes to regain balance, to prevent the worsening of the pain in his head, and avoid who stands before him. Whose voice he knows, who’s about to see him in all his newfound shame.

Because this is him now. Without his magic, without power and prestige, without a name. His only property’s a well-worn, elongated, tunic that does little to keep his decency and a Thrall Collar; even those are not truly his. The tunic’s a necessity to keep him from getting ill before purchase and the collar to keep him in his place...in the end they’ll all belong to his new master, including Loki himself. And, just as he received his, when Loki dies the tunic and collar will go to another of his ilk.

“Look at me, Loki.” The voice orders sternly, but not cruelly.

The former king, the former prince, the former Loki is yanked by the hair, ordered to obey by both guards and collar. Eyes open slowly, warily, and he cringes at the results.

“Gods...I still half-expected it to be one giant charade.” Ulfr half-smirks with a tilt of his head. He’s his true self; big, blue, red eyes with a glint of amusement to them. “That I’d find an empty container with ‘Later Losers’ scrawled across it.” He nearly giggles.

“You know him?” The Ba-Bani questions suspiciously. It would not be the first time a loved one, or even an enemy, has attempted to break a thrall out of bondage.

Ulfr gives a derisive snort. “You don’t?”

“I don’t care.” he counters arrogantly in attempts to cover his ignorance. “He’s no one, nothing, but a slave now.” He approaches the Jotun, expecting to intimidate, but finds himself woefully oversized as he closes in. He switches tactics. “You’re interested in him?”

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“Perhaps you’d like to try him out...” the guard smiles as the other begins to force Loki forward. “He fusses to start, but by the end he moans pleasure as any whore would.”

Ulfr’s grin goes wide. “I don’t do sloppy one-hundredths.”

The Ba-Bani’s face falls, the other guard drops Loki onto bruised hands and knees. The god keeps himself curled up a moment before slipping off against the wall, out of immediate reach. Staring without blinking from behind the magic barrier Loki carefully calculates his odds on all sides. Careful not to think of what the binding prevented - escape, vengeance, disobedience - and instead of survival. Of Ulfr’s desires for him, of the odds in the guards convincing him to take a turn with Loki’s abused body, of getting a good master. Or, at least, not someone exceptionally sadistic. His already foggy mind is so full of calculation and, yes, prayers, that Loki completely misses the conversation...

“I assure you, I’ll leave no marks before he goes on the block,” Ulfr smiles as the Ba-Bani slips him a pass into the room on the guards’ way out. He conjures a chair on the opposite end of the container to sit in. “I know you can speak.” He points to the collar with its throbbing light indicator. “I know how these work and I can see yours is blue.”

Loki’s a shell of what he was; hair lanky, eyes sunken in and lifeless, sallow skin. That King of Midgard, that God of Mischief, is long gone. To think this being once had millions at his feet, to think he once had Ulfr there. His throat rumbles in its clearing against the metal symbol of his enslavement; he breathes in effort to find his dignity. “What would you have me say, Sir?” The response is polite, respectful, with just a hint of ‘fuck you’. The magic of the collar sees, hears, senses all and fires pain off within Loki’s mind as the blue dims...it’s worth it nevertheless.

Loathe to admit it, Ulfr forever admires the other’s skill in weaving through loopholes like thread through a needle. “Your brother’s crossing his friends, his family, to make deals, your mother’s begging mercies to a Frost Giant...” Loki’s eyes flare a warning, the blue fades more. “All to keep you alive, keep you safe, but you...you won’t lift a finger to defend yourself.”

“How can I?” Thus far nothing he’s done has been met with anything save brutality and abuse. Both before and after this point in his life, it would seem. And thralls don’t get mercy, they get used until they no longer can be...Then, if lucky, they simply die.

“Defeated so soon?” Ulfr shifts to lounge, legs spreading out and apart. “That’s hardly you. What happened to the god ordering worlds to kneel? The king delighting in the abuse of his peasants, his soldiers?”

Loki sighs, examines the frays of his tunic wondering how many before him had worn it. Died in it. “If you’re here for your revenge make it quick, I’m to be sold soon enough.” The collar punishes, presses in, deciding he’s not humble, meek, enough...it cows Loki into a cringing ball. He grunts in pain as he’s force to spill out the words. “Please...Sir.”

Lips quirk slightly as eyes catch the stains of others’ pleasure on cloth and thighs. “It looks like more than enough have taken their revenge on you today.”

Curling up more - as much from shame now as pain - the thrall does, says, nothing save hide his face behind unwashed hair. He won’t admit it, but binding aside, he lacks the strength to reply or even look the other in the eye anymore.

“What I want is simpler, far less messy, but possibly more enjoyable.” Loki sighs, just grateful there’s no question or order he must respond to; Ulfr continues with a smile. “I want you to beg.”

The god looks up, unsurprised, as the collar goes to work, immediately pressuring him to comply. To beg. Only Loki’s unsure what he’s to beg for and, in getting it wrong, the collar will have its own punishments for him.

“I want you to crawl to me, Loki, like a good pet, and beg for my mercy.”

The use of the phrase is not lost; the former king remembers saying those words to others, to that bold girl they once battled over...to Ulfr himself. He supposes it’s fair turnabout he should be ordered in the same manner now. It’s certainly the least abhorrent thing request or order he’s been given since finding himself in this position.

Hands and knees move slow - reluctant from soreness and wisps of pride he stubbornly hangs on to - head remains down. Loki knows the lighting here, he knows it exposes him through the tunic; he knows what once was a predator’s stalk is now a beaten dog’s slouching. He knows Ulfr sees it too. “Please...” he mutters as he reaches Ulfr’s feet.

“That’s it? That’s the beg?” Ulfr chuckles in amusement, in effort to show pleasure in Loki’s pathetic attempt, so as to prevent another harsh punishment from Loki’s collar; to keep lights blue and Loki verbal. He shifts to nudge Loki’s shoulder down with the heel of his booth until head and chest brush the ground. “You can do better than that...and rumors are that some of Thanos’ children are out there, so you really have to.“

“Please...I am begging you...” he can smell sweat, blood, sex, and disinfectant on the floor, his breath fogs the tile. “For my life...for my...” Loki isn’t one to beg, he doesn’t even know what to say. “For my mother’s peace of mind.” At least that one’s genuine. “For my brother’s...honor.” Always seems important to Thor. “I-I know I’ve no right to ask it of you, but please, Ulfr...please protect me.”

Most seems like bullshit, Loki telling him what he thinks Ulfr wants to hear, but still... “Not bad for an amateur.”

Loki stays down; his body begins to shake, the raw pains of it flooding to him in full. It isn’t the beg he was just forced into, it’s that Ulfr so easily accepts it. Surely he know it’s false, that thralls are be punished for such a wretched show, but Ulfr accepts it with a smile. It’s a relief and the relief comes with the realization he’s not gotten such a thing in many weeks, maybe months, and he may never get it again.

“Look at me, Loki.” The voice is stern, but still soft, and Loki obeys before the collar has to press him. Ulfr takes a breath, gives a sigh, as he leans forward. “Don’t move.” Because he guesses the instinct will be to fight, to flinch. 

The god shivers anticipation, watches hand as it gently presses thumb against his busted lip. Eyes widen as lip heals, as the comforting energy spreads throughout. Skin pulls together, muscles sooth, mind grows light, but collected. He doesn’t notice his own change - the blueing of skin, reddening of eyes, the appearance of ridges. Without realization Loki’s Jotun lips part slightly, move to capture the other Jotun’s thumb between them.

Ulfr holds his breath with his gaze as he feels Loki tongue press against the tip of his finger, his teeth grazing the pad. He knows it may well be the Thrall Collar, urging Loki to be submissive, to appease, to pleasure, but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. Other hand strokes Loki’s head to smooth and clean hair, brushes past collar to soothe raw skin underneath, rubs down back, healing and cleaning as it goes. Head lowered, breathing in the scent of his former king’s hair, fingertips stretch to reach the top curve of buttocks.

Loki shudders as that area also heals, inside and out. He lowers his head. “Please don’t leave me to this,” he mutters against his former (still?) rival’s lap. “I will not survive it.” Without his magic, his freedom, his fight...without someone to protect him Loki will not survive what others may plan.

“When on the block I suggest you not look others in the eye. That you look broken, submissive,” Ulfr whispers against silky black hair. “I suggest you hide your face if you can...we may outbid most, but not all.”

Loki’s hand grips the ankle of the other. “P-Please...Ulfr...” Loki is gently maneuvered off and away so that he settles into a ball on the floor. He hides himself, hides tears. “Please...” Just...Please...

“Return to your human form.”

The order is direct, clear, but makes Loki shudder. He did not know he’d turned and is certain he cannot use his magic to turn back...yet the binding does not attack as he attempts to do just that. Loki watches in awe from within his curled up position as he’s allowed, able, to use his magic in order to return to his usual appearance. He straightens up on knees, looks to Ulfr to answers.

Yet Ulfr avoids answering to stand, chair fading in a wave of his hand. He shifts in his look at Loki, who’s eyes have dropped an appropriate ways down to satisfy the collar’s rules. “Bold of you to presume you’re the only one who’s dealt with the dark underbelly of the universe.”

Hardly an answer - the man knew more than Loki did of this collar, its magic - but it must satisfy for now as the Thrall Collar will not allow Loki to press further and Ulfr is clearly unwilling to share. “Ulfr...Sir...”

Ulfr turns only after stepping out of the container. He smiles. “Save your strength, Loki. It’s going to be a long day.” A long life, most likely.

First and foremost I fully acknowledge I was terrible to Loki - that was the point, lol! @manip-loki enjoys whump and so whump she shall have...I just hope it was enough to to satisfy, haha! Second this is a sneak peak of what I’m planning for the FrostBitten sequel but don’t hold me to this as things can change. Again, the genius concept of a Thrall Collar come from @endlessstairway, who’s been lovely enough to allow others such as myself to play with the idea as well. Ba-Bani is a militaristic alien race so I figured they’d make good guards, lol! Lastly, no idea why things got weirdly intimate between Ulfr and Loki at the end or the full story behind Ulfr’s experience with these collars, but I suppose we’ll all find out eventually, LMAO!! 😉

(Gif made by me via two gifs I found on Google.)

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