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// presenting, ... vendetta's Herald of Thunder.,

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๑     ...    If  you  love someone,   they  turn  into  a  God.   But  you  can't  control  what  kind  of  god  they  turn  into.     / / /         A      HEADCANNON      &     LORE-REVISED    ITERATION    OF    YARA    FLOR,   THE   WONDER   WOMAN.      TELEPLAY   BY   VENDETTA.

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Louis Ducros (1748-1810, Swiss) ~ Orage nocturne à Cefalù (Night Storm at Cefalù), 1800-05. Watercolour, gouache and oil on papers glued together and backed with canvas.

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that  was  almost  disappointing...   the  fact  that  precognition  was  not  in  shadow's  arsenal.    he  expected  it,    for  some  reason.   despite  growing  up  with  them,    mages  always  had  the  habit  of  confusing  him.   mageicks  beyond  his  comprehension,    nor  did  he  seem  to  care  much  about  trying  to.   smallest  of  head—tilts,    “    you  do  not    …  ?    “    perception  of  her  now  shown   ...   cards  &  all.   he  considered  her  almighty,    or  at  least  very  close  to  it.   what  kind  of  leader  would  he  be  if  he  had  not  heard  of  her  reputation  ?    or  rather,  cosmic  potential  ?      eldest  child  of  the  devil,    or  at  the  very  least,    midgard's  adjacent  to  folklore's  monstrosity;      golden  man  had  done  some  research    (   bare  minimum,    mind  you,    but  an  attempt  was  made  on  diplomacy's  behalf   ).   kindness    &    gentleness  of  dyad  held  tightly  with  horrors————stitched  together  like  the  fabric  of  the  very  cloak  she  adorned.   none  of  which  were  her  fault,    of  course.   thor  would  let  that  be  known  soon  enough.     mm...,    head  bow  &  approving  grunt,    “    i  would  not  expect  you  to  be  a  tool.   that  would  be... unbecoming.   “    for  lack  of  a  better  word,    the  thought  of  shadow  being  anything  less  than  at  being  of  her  own  volition  would  be  unlike  her    (    the  crown  did  light  -  reading,    the  constant  battle  of  pride  beneath  eclipsing  lune  was  tucked  were  all-father  could  not  venture...    for  now    ).   that  was  unlike  him  too...   no  longer  violent,    antagonistic  destroyer  his   legacy  proceeded,...   he  was  attempting  grace,    as  little  as  mountaintops  allowed.   but  kindness  was  a...   practice.    &  now  with  options  weighed,      he  would  do  just  that.    practice.    “    do  we  say  yes,    or  some  other  formality    ?    my  signature  isn't  as  pretty  as  i  would  like  it  to  be.     “     that  was  a  poor  excuse  for  a  joke;    but  considering  larger  digits  had  a  trouble  holding  utensils  ?    perhaps  it  was  not  a  joke  after  all.

“   perhaps   you   will   betray   me.   i   do   not   dare claim to know   the   future,    ”   despite   the   mournful   words   escaped   from   aubergine   lips,   her   expression   was   tranquil.   she   didn’t   believe   herself   to   be   reckless,   on   the   contrary:   there   was   a   plethora   of   proof   to   claim   his   goodness,   it   took   the   judge   of   souls   rumination   and   study   on   his   reign   and   mighty   force…      admiration,   even   (   azar   knew   pride   would   not   serve   one   below   ).   the   responsibility   of   an   arguable   throne   had   been   thoroughly   renounced   by   the   empath:   too   thirsty,   the   demon,   she   knew   her   unworthiness   and   therefore   believed   herself   objective   enough   to   examine   thor.   if   raven   knew   how,   a   smile   would’ve   adorned   her   dour   countenance.

fear   not,   king:   the   dyad   offered   not   to   be   a   vessel.   too   long   had   she   been   subservient   to   her   teacher,   too   long   had   she   been   under   her   father.   desperate,   perhaps,   to   find   a   cause   to   belong   to—   one   where   her   endorsement   was   chosen,   not   fated.   forced   devotion   never   satiated   her,      chest   caged   and   lacerated.   then   why   offer   herself up willingly   ?   cradling   kinghood   was   not   her   aspiration,   assisting   his   eyes   and   ears   in   service   of   something   purer—   transcendental,   more   than   the   grandiosity   of   metal   shoulders   and   thunderous   tone could provide.   the   spawn   served   no   man,   only   ideals.      “   i   assure   you,   i   am   not   offering   to   be   a   mere   instrument,   i   will   not   blindly   follow   your   command.   i   believe   your   path   is   one   of   prosperity,   this   is   why   i   am   here.   but   the   road   is   cruel   and   unforgiving,   it   is   easy   to   forget   truths   if   not   guided   by   a   calm   heart.   ”   (   and   you,   are   a   storm   ).

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hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon!

answering this meme about thor's fears.

i do think about thor’s fears a lot. i don’t think he has many? being the fearless sky—berserker has a tendency to stripe many of those privileges away——————aside from the normal ones like; being powerless & losing people he cares about. yet, & i know this is a cliche… & i don’t want him to fall into the pit of the “DONT LET ME TURN INTO MY DADDY” trope but, i feel like thor is so genuinely afraid of turning into his father. so much so that it makes him almost unbearable to be around when he’s in fits of grief. it's all - consuming.

i also think he’s afraid of fatherhood because of it, the threat of making his child(ren) either fear or resent him because he’s odin’s perfect reflection without a drop of either of his mother’s resolves: i cry i cry i cry...

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// Just a PSA. I've been using Kit.boga's Seraph.Secure for the last couple weeks. and on the Christmas Tree meme link- where it takes you to the tree you can decorate for friends- and Seraph gives you alerts when potential scammers are trying to get a hold of your computer. I've been fine for 2 weeks, but the only time thus far I've got an alert from Seraph (it pops up in the corner, it makes a noise and it emails me.) and told me to get off the site because it can be potential fraud? Not sure if it is or not... Nonetheless, please be careful if you do choose to use the "Decorate my Christmas Tree" site.

Also, 10/10 would recommend Kit's program. Info video on the said program: [link] Kit works with authorities to shut down call centres, recover stolen accounts, and give people sources to get their lives back. Seraph.Secure is only $2/mo with a 2 week free trial. It will alert you if scammers are on your computer and or stops scams before they start. -edit no.1- *I had a friend reach out and tell me that their anti-virus blocked the site when they tried to access it. SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND OR DO NOT USE THE DECORATE MY TREE SITE!!!! -edit no.2- I would advise that you change your password for your email and make your you have 2-factor authenticator turned on! I have also been advised since i personally didn't make a tree, that you can't delete your account after signing up to make a said tree. That you have to be sent a code to delete the account- which, never comes. That is very suspicious.

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thought of the day: thor & i not understanding the concept of bluetooth.

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" if you can't beat them, make them bleed like pigs. " meme accepted from joanne hoshino., @demidritch.

voice echoes in places he doesn't like, joints felt the rupture / threat of defiant beast. violence... likes of which he had probably never seen before were churning inside his head————horrors unfathomable & to which, he wished not to. weary smile, brought forth to giant's lips, pretend————he was playing pretend. like blood—bags & war—crimes were nothing of his .... their nature. mjolnir was tucked to waist—bands' holster, as if showing some kind of common ground for war. as if there was one. broken, beaten, ruthless men at their feet were meant to experience pain, yes, he wouldn't deny that; as a protector & as a being of the universe. but were they deserving of joanne & her... affliction ? no. no one was. baritone offered comfort, the likes of which the savages below them would never had shown them... " we do not do that. not anymore. " in his head, he made a correction. he did not do that anymore. primordial eldtrich's vessel they... they did as they damn well—pleased. but hopefully, yes, god was really hoping, they kept the blood—baths to a minimum. maxing two. praying for none.

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₍ 📻 ₎   the mountain goats lyrics  rp  starters  ! featuring violence, explicit language + subject matters & mature topics . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

let him who thinks he knows no fear look well upon my face.

bring your heroes, watch them all get crushed.

everybody's got their limits. nobody's found mine.

some things you will remember. some things stay sweet forever.

i can see the future, it's a real dark place.

who will mop up all the blood?

there's no promise sweeter than a blood pact.

i'm as happy as i'm ever gonna be. you're by my side.

wrap this around your head. don't let anyone see that you're bleeding.

if you can't beat them, make them bleed like pigs.

and i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.

every moment leads towards its own sad end.

i am coming home to you, if it's the last thing that i do.

i am this great unstable mass of blood and foam.

i think i hear angels in my ears.

some days i don't miss my family. some days i do.

lend me your hand. let me look in your eyes.

when i try to open up to you, i get completely lost.

some days i think i'd feel better if i tried harder.

i woke up afraid of my own shadow. like genuinely afraid.

keep your head low. try to leave no traces when you go.

don't even question your senses, you can be sure it's me.

it was their love you wanted, not mine.

you know and i know, everyone knows it. i'm the one.

i may have failed you once before. but this means war.

the best you've got is powerless against me.

please don't send me back to where i came from.

you're going to do what you want, no matter what i ask of you.

all your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me.

what did i come down here for? you.

i've got you. you've got whatever's left of me.

i hope you blink before i do.

i hope you die. i hope we both die 

i want to say i'm sorry for stuff i haven't done yet.

would you look at that? we're throwing off sparks.

what will i do when i don't have you to hold onto in the dark?

i don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away.

i saw the future in a dream last night. there's nothing in it.

somebody's gonna get hurt. i hope it's not me.

i couldn't help myself. i don't know what i need.

i hope the bad guys win. i hope the good guys get their skulls bashed in.

i waited here all by myself.

down there in the dark i could see the real truth about myself.

when you came in, i could breathe again.

you're the last, best thing i've got.

some things you'll do for money, and some you'll do for fun.

the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one.

it's not nice to try to kill the same thing twice.

i used to love you so much i was sure it would kill me.

i want you the way you were.

we can leave a nasty mark when we're gone.

i know you don't want me to hurt you tonight.

i don't want you to hurt me the way you do.

i am right here where you want me.

the stars would come out of hiding for you. and i would too.

i will do what you ask me to, because of how i feel about you.

you have questions only a masochist would ask.

your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure.

nobody is innocent here. i've got more blood on my hands than you do.

you've done something awful. i've done something worse.

you can stand up, or you can run.

we both know know what you've done.

some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel.

we both know you're leaving. you just don't want to say it yet.

i've got no good reasons left not to let down my guard.

you were warm. that's all i remember.

i feel guilty, but i can't feel ashamed.

hang on to your dreams until someone beats them out of you.

when the time comes to loosen your grip, you'll know.

you found my breaking point. congratulations.

nobody gets away. even the best of us come back someday.

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my bf <3

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I don’t ‘develop’ headcanons. They come to me in visions and I know they’re correct.

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Who's a more powerful atmokinetic, Storm or Thor?

Hah! Great question, but one that better writers than me have answered before...

If we were to score it like a boxing match, I think this is one that would have to go to the judges and end up in a narrow split decision, largely depending on whose book the fight is happening.

Ever since the Asgardian Wars crossover in 1985, it's been established that Storm is Thor's peer - capable of taking up the mantle of the Goddess of Thunder and one of the few individuals worthy of wielding Mjolnir.

In later comics, people have explored the similarities and differences between Storm and Thor - and what they have generally settled is that Thor has something of an edge when it comes to his speciality of Thunder, Storm is more versatile and flexible because she can control all forms of weather.

In conclusion: power scaling is dumb and there's more interesting ways to think about the question that result in richer and more meaningful stories, and you should definitely read the Asgardian Wars and Al Ewing's Immortal Thor.

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told myself i was so normal about thor & storm ... & then proceeded to read immortal thor outloud to my ma on the way to the store.

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The Immortal Thor #1 - All Weather Turns to Storm (August 23, 2023)

Written by: Al Ewing Artist [pencils & inks] by: Martín Cóccolo Colorist by: Matthew Wilson Lettered by: VC's Joe Sabino Edited by: Michelle Marchese (assistant editor) and Wil Moss (editor) Published by: Marvel Comics