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pinerbikes · 2 years

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Think mark think meme

Drawn to the gale power, Stunraan now threatens the lands and people of the Ohn'ahran Plains. His tempest electrifies the air and wreaks havoc upon the land. Stunraan's presence has been known to make the skies cry. The loot currently has a placeholder value of item level 280, but it should be on par with Normal difficulty Vault loot as was the case with world bosses and Castle Nathria at Shadowlands launch, so I think the bosses will drop ilvl 408 loot. Item Level of Loot from Dragonflight World Bosses Every week, a different world boss will spawn in one of the four zones in the Dragon Isles. The first batch of four world bosses available at launch are elemental-themed proto-drakes. It's time to take a look a the world bosses available at Dragonflight launch and the loot they drop. You can also check out our Sepulcher raid guides. We then have a DK-Paladin-DK sandwich, followed by Enhancement, which is still doing pretty well in Heroic, very much the opposite to how its doing in Mythic.Īll percentiles Heroic data by Warcraft Logs.Īs always, if you want even more info on a spec, you can check out our class guides here, for a DPS tier list you can go here, or for even more data, head on over to Warcraft Logs. Arms remains strong despite the raid change, even moving past Shadow this week, as Fire drops off the face of the earth. Survival makes a big comeback in Heroic, taking 2nd after its 7th spot last week, pushing Outlaw down into 3rd. Interestingly, the bottom 2 remain the same as in the Sanctum, with Feral and Frost being doomed to the end of the list.Īll percentiles Mythic data by Warcraft Logs. Fury manages to keep ahead of Retribution, but just barely, as the Paladins only rise 2 here. Affliction is back to the bottom, as is standard in the Sepulcher rotation, with Feral and Enhancement joining it.ĩ5th percentile Mythic data by Warcraft Logs.įrost DK rises in the generalist bracket as well, as Survival does even better here, and Unholy also holds on to its 4th spot from last week, even higher than in the top percentiles - keeping Destruction at bay. Elemental and Marksmanship complete the top 10, with the Shaman coming down and the Hunter going up from last week. Retribution shows another push upward as it leaps 4 into 6th, with a significantly sadder Fury and Windwalker having to step down from their top 3 spots last week to stand behind the Paladin spec. Survival is partial to the Jailer and his direct minions as well, rising 2 from the Sanctum, while Unholy DKs don't seem to much care about which raid it is, sitting in 5th regardless. Retribution is still the talk of the town, as it has solidified itself in the top 10 (and even higher) in all three raids!Īn important note before we begin: as the Fated raids are switching out each week, our comparisons to the previous weeks will be a little less relevant, but we'll still mention it for context - just keep in mind it won't be a direct comparison from week to week as it was before.ĭemonology reigns supreme across all three fated raids, but as we return to the Sepulcher we see Frost DKs return to the top, sitting in a Warlock sandwich, with Destruction also rising into the top 3. The Sepulcher has returned and reverted the standings to a more familiar, pre-Season 4 state, as Fury no longer has the Sanctum mechanics (and Painsmith) to fall back on. Then there's a very meta-one, using the original template, and since you could still enjoy the show from the above and below memes, this particular one is taken directly from it and is a major spoiler, so I'll just spoiler tag it: Then it's on to the other big story thread of WoW, as Velen explains things to Kil'jaeden: We start of with a classic, which is also still very relevant to the story today, as Arthas has a little chat with Uther: If you're not familiar with it you should check out the Know Your Meme post about it first, but meanwhile here are some really great Wow-themed entries! The meme itself is based around a confrontation at the end of the show, where one character explains something "obvious" to the other in a very. There are spoilers for the finale of the show ahead, so if you were thinking of watching it, maybe skip this one! One of the more popular recent meme formats has arrived in Azeroth and comes from a very appropriately named animated show, Invincible.

#Think mark think meme

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fmdxyoungjoo · 4 years

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👀fmk, minjung juwon ash

Honesty Memes – Still Accepting!!

“why does everyone keep asking this question to me? what’s so fun about killing people?!” she exclaims, crossing her arms and puffing out her cheeks. “well, i’d fuck @fmdjuwon, marry @fmdtaeyong and exclude @fmdminjung from all three.”

#fmdminjung #||MEMES**❆ frosted skies #Joo: FOR THE LAST TIME I DON'T FANCY GIRLS T-T #((we all know ashjoo is the sad canon and for now juwon has YET to make it past that border of we are very physically attracted to each othe #but yes juwon and joo...#we'll see #😉

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ask-indigoskies · 6 years

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Happy Nightmare Night 2018

Skies and her kiddos all dressed up and ready for candy collecting

#mod art #indigo skies #amoris #otto #autumn frost #nightmare night 2018 #meme princess #astonaut #mummy #bat queen #costumes #family fun

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wraith-t0wn · 3 years

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GOH AND I NEVER POSTED THIS??I$*#&(@$ UH ANYWAY- style meme!!! Ghost: me! Rowan: @urlocalrowboat // the character, Adorellan, belongs to uncreative mind and rowboat Teak: @uncreative-mind // the character, Sol, belongs to smuggsushi Ski: @ski-lar // the character, Boysenberry, belongs to rowboat Smug: @smuggsushi // the character, Frost, belongs to a lil gae Tree: @thegarlicknotsromanwanted // the character, Alastair, belongs to ski-lar Kaiden: @a-lil-gae // the character, Hazel, belongs to garlicknots I did this forever ago but I still think it's neat lmao :V Reason behind two of them Not Having Colors is bc I never got a color palette pensive emoji but

:D // the character, Hazel, belongs to I did this forever ago but I still think it's neat lmao :V Reason behind two of them Not Having Colors is bc I never got a color palette pensive emoji but

#this took so fucking long #its not easy imitating styles heLP #BUT I THINK I DID OK #I THINK #it was nice doing different styles devious #heha #dnd #dnd characters #style meme

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theparanormalperiodical · 3 years

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Everything You Never Knew About The Nazi UFO Conspiracy Theory (it’s a wild ride)

Oil.

You could tell the story of the modern world through oil.

The thick, sticky liquid is the dark glue clobbering the West together. Nations go to war, governments plot and plunder, and innocent people get caught up in the crossfire. All for oil.

But the oil I’m talking about didn’t start a war. It instead leads us to a little known historical tale. A tale that in turn brings us to the front step of a conspiracy theory.

Our story starts in Queen Maud Land, Antarctica.

It’s currently -46 degrees celsius. We are surrounded by soft, white stretches of snow and sharp, mountain-esque peaks breaching the ice.

But some would have you believe there is much more to the land lying just beyond the North Pole. According to some theorists, beneath the frost-bitten ground lies an entire hidden society. And amongst the people gathering in this underground bunker sits technological advances quite literally out of this world.

In 1938, an expedition from Nazi Germany was sent out to take control of Queen Maud Land (known then as New Swabia) in order to supply whale oil for the upcoming war in Western Europe.

Theorists, however, claimed that after the war, the remaining Nazis in Europe fled to New Swabia and may have even kept and developed their advancements in aircraft technology. Yes, it is here they keep and dispatch their UFO technology, helped only by a superhuman race or aliens!

Strap in, kids. It’s time to talk about the messy, mysterious and my-god-this-is-weird-shit Nazi UFOs.

2010 was a pretty tame year by the decade’s standards.

But in late November, a meme was born. A meme that probably relaunched a conspiracy that once thrived in a postwar world: it claimed aliens paid a visit to the guys at the top during Nazi Germany’s heyday and offered up advice for advanced aircraft technology.

Ancient Aliens (season 2 episode 5) gave us innocent viewers the lowdown on the UFOs spotted during and after the war that were supposedly related to Hitler’s regime.

This theory clusters alongside other Ancient Aliens theories - that extraterrestrials have popped down now and then to help construct vast civilisations like Ancient Egypt.

Is it true?

Is it bugger.

But the theories and the evidence put forward frame a unique time in history.

What are Nazi UFOs?

The title of this theory is far from imaginative. The theory claims the Nazis were successful in advancing aircrafts and spacecrafts during WW2. But there is also talk of postwar survival of this technology, whether concealed at the North Pole or hiding in plain sight at NASA.

We know that the Nazis made vast strides in engineering and weaponry. In fact, the ‘evidence’ route forward by theorists relies heavily on accounts from high-up figures in the Axis countries.

Take the Repulsine: this was a specialised engine built during the war. How far was the stretch from this feat of engineering to alien-tech? Is it possible that an advanced race of extraterrestrials stopped by with a few tips and tricks?

Apparently so, as put forward by the claims of the Haunebu flying saucer and the occult-inspired Die Glocke (the existence of both of these aircrafts is, of course, highly disputed).

Nazi UFO believers should get some credit, however - they at least did some research. They got their facts right on three crucial pieces of evidence, before losing control of the wheel and skidding off the track completely.

Firstly, yes, we know they claimed New Swabia in 1938 for the purpose of obtaining whale oil and potentially for imperial pursuits, as well.

And yeah, they researched advanced propulsion tech. They even created a prototype of a circular-winged aircraft that looks preeeeetty similar to your run-of-the-mill UFO.

They even get right that there were flurries of UFO sightings during the war by allied forces.

But as soon as 1950, outlandish claims emerged, mere years after Germany surrendered and the Allies claimed victory. But we need to start at the beginning.

The year is 1944.

The end of the war is just on the horizon. The Allies have liberated Western Europe from Nazi grip. But a new, surprising threat is in the soldiers line of sight, too.

It was a cold, November evening. Lt. Fred Ringwald was in a night fighter piloted by a fellow Lieutenant. As they soared above the Rhine valley, the two american soldiers spotted something in the hills of Strasbourg.

8 fiery, orange lights were staring back at them.

They were sure, as any fighter pilot in that situation, that this was enemy aircraft. And yet nothing showed up on the radar. As soon as they turned the plane to prepare to fight, the orange lights had disappeared.

Many would attribute such sightings to combat fatigue, St. Elmo’s Fire (weather phenomena during a storm where glowing plasma appears near masts) or the fact that pilots would have seen many aircrafts clogging across Europe's skies.

But soon, the sightings began to spread. And fast.

In December, a pilot saw “5 or 6 flashing red and green lights in ’T’ shape.” in the skies near Breisach, Germany. They followed him but quickly vanished.

Days later, two orange glowing lights were spotted by two more flight crews.

They rose from the earth to 10,000 feet before tailing the fighters for approx. 2 minutes. They then stopped following the allied planes and disappeared.

“They appear to be under perfect control at all times”

Keith Chester

These sightings would become so common, they’d be given a nickname:

Foo fighters.

Scientists would go on to investigate them, later decoding them as advanced German aircrafts and weaponry. As they were only spotted by allied forces, it was likely they were advancements such as the V-1 or V-2 rocket.

But after the war, UFO sightings continued to apparently connect the dots:

Project Sign, an official US UFO investigation team, linked the designs of the German Horten brothers to UFO reports. The head of the follow up investigation confirmed some of their findings:

“When WWII ended, the Germans had several radical types of aircraft and guided missiles under development. The majority were in the most preliminary stages, but they were the only known craft that could even approach the performance of objects reported by UFO observers.”

Captain Edward J. Ruppelt, 1959

It was only after the war that accounts from former officials of the Axis regimes appeared to support these claims.

The first newspaper report forging a connection between UFOs and the crushed Nazi regime was written by a former Italian Minister of National Economy under Mussolini’s regime:

"types of flying discs were designed and studied in Germany and Italy as early as 1942"

But this doesn’t suggest aliens airdropped a PDF of flying saucer designs. We know that flying saucer aircrafts can and have been created.

A similar account from a Czeh scientist spurred on another key element of this conspiracy theory.

Die Glocke.

December 9th 1965.

All is peaceful in the small town of Kecksberg, Pennsylvania. That’s about to change.

Six American citizens in Detroit, Michigan, Windsor and Ontario witnessed a fireball score across the sky. NASA later claimed that this was a meteorite or a Soviet satellite crashing back to Earth.

UFOlogists weren’t so sure.

Many claim they saw a large object the size of a VW Beetle spotted with strange symbols, like hieroglyphics, being carried out by a truck from the area cordoned off at the crash site.

UFOlogists believe they recovered The Bell, an occult-alien-hybrid spacecraft.

Apparently, such claims bear a similarity to the designs of an aircraft laid out in a Wehrmacht document about a vertical take-off craft. And then Rudolph Schirever, the man claiming he designed it during the war, gave a statement the same month something crashed to the earth.

He told Der Spiegel that he designed a craft powered by rotating turbine blades. He developed it until April 1945 at BMW in Prague before fleeing to the Czeh Republic, as it is now known. 3 years later, he claimed the designs were stolen.

He thinks Czeh agents nicked his ideas for a foreign power.

Could it have been for an underground society of failed Nazi war criminals stowed away in underground base in Antartica?

(That was a mouthful.)

Many have attached their own take to Die Glocke.

Some believe it was anti-gravitational, others claim it was a time-machine. Some claim a Nazi colonel handed it over to the US military to buy his freedom, and a few even allege that the US forces forced Nazi scientists to build Die Glocke and advance it’s anti-gravity technology.

This stuff is pretty out there.

Quite literally.

But the last bit does fit actual history: US forces did bring over Nazi scientists to advance their space technology.

Postwar Theories

When historians began to reflect on the war decades after it ended, new ideas banking on UFOs followed suit.

In the 1960s, one of these most infamous theories was put forward in the controversial book The Morning of the Magicians.

It made numerous claims about the mysterious and fictional Vril Society which was based on a novel about superhuman-angel-alien beings that lived inside the Earth. In 1935, a German engineer fled to the US spouting claims that the Nazis did indeed have a society dedicated to finding the Vril.

The Morning of the Magicians claimed the Vril Society was a precursor to the Nazi party amongst other ideas. They supposedly created flying disc prototypes and had a secret base on the moon.

Oh, and about that Antarctica underground base?

It’s so the Nazis can vanish into the Earth and meet that advanced race living down there.

Jumping onto this New Swabia bandwagon was Ernst Zündel.

This Holocaust denier (*stares into camera*) wrote many books throughout the 70s claiming flying saucers were secret weapons released from this base. He even claimed he would attempt to locate the base and reveal the Earth was crammed full of aliens this entire time!

In 2002, he let slip that it was a big ruse to bring in more cash for his publishing company.

At the end of the decade, Migeul Serrano gave it a go. He was a Nazi sympathiser and believed that Hitler was the avatar (a deity on earth) of a Hindu god. Apparently he was hanging out with the hyperborean gods (Greek gods that are stowed away at the North Pole) underground until he was ready to release UFOs and bring in the Fourth Reich.

The last, infamous proponent of this theory had physical, real-life consequences.

A year after Serrano made his claims, Richard Chase professed that Nazi UFOs had forced him to commit numerous brutal and bloody crimes under threat to his own life.

Chase is one of the most infamous serial killers in history, earning the title the Vampire of Sacramento due to his reputation for murder, rape, cannibalism and necrophilia. These claims can be traced back to his schizophrenia which prompted him to believe prison officials were poisoning his food as directed by Nazi UFOs.

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I think sometimes it’s easier for us to frame the atrocities committed by the Nazi regime within the context of something the horror genre would spit out. We’d much rather spin tales of occult rituals and far-out entities than admit actual humans did what they did.

It’s no surprise that following the war, a surge in movies detailing alien invasion emerged. It fit the fears of impending doom from a foreign, fascist government, a reality for many nations during WW2.

What do you think is the craziest claim?

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lnterjection · 4 years

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gods of red skies (of this world to comprise)

Based on @quaranmine‘s post “that meme where the FBI shows up at your house because you know too much except it’s DreamXD and Ranboo being the only person who knows what an end portal is,” but I make it angsty.

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“And here’s our table,” Phil said, and Ranboo’s jaw dropped in such standard enderman fashion he would have been ashamed, if he weren’t so preoccupied with the sight in front of him.

Slowly, he took a step forward. Leaned over and traced a finger across the pale, bumpy endstone, its tiny craters and rivers of raised ridges. It had been so long since he felt endstone beneath his skin.

The empty sockets stare back into him, deep cyans and swirls of black. You’re here, they seem to whisper. We’ve missed you.

“It’s a cool table, but I think this is a bit of an overreaction,” he heard Techno whisper behind him. “Phil, what do we - uh...”

“Do you - do you know what that is?” Ranboo asked. He struggled to keep the awe from his voice.

Phil glanced over his shoulders with a bewildered expression. “No?” he said, wings slowly fanning out. “What do you mean?”

“It’s-” Ranboo hesitated, taking a step back. Should he tell them? Should - should anyone in this cursed world have that sort of power? Wouldn’t that lead to more sides, more pointless statuses of power to fight over?

He made a split second decision.

“Um, nevermind,” he said. “I forgot.”

The lie came so easily. Ranboo internally winced at how familiar his muscles were with the phrase.

Techno eyes him, pupils narrowing, but he doesn’t comment. Phil gives them both a cheery smile and claps his hands in a neat, smooth motion, effectively shutting down the line of conversation.

“So!” he said. “Anarchy!”

Ranboo nodded along, tried not to be too weird (or well, weirder than he must already seem to them), and that was that.

Everything was freezing - his crystalized bed that felt more like ice than wool, his creaking, ramshackle roof with scatterings of icicles that dripped frost and cold, the way every muscle of his body felt like it was contracting into a ball of sharp diamond.

Ranboo couldn’t complain, though. He had a place to live. He was welcome here, which was so much more than what he deserved after everything he’s done.

He wasn’t going to freeze to death. Worse case scenario, he takes his blanket and hides under his bed. He’ll be fine. Fine.

His chattering teeth and rapidly shivering body certainly seemed to disagree with him.

Ranboo tried to draw in a clattering breath. The winds picked up, slicing every exposed inch of skin with an unforgiving glacier.

At least it’s not snowing, he thought weakly.

And then, through the screeching winds and enveloping blindness of night, he heard it.

There’s something crunching, outside the fences that made up his home. Ranboo blinked slowly, wondering if he’s finally gone off the deep end. If that last tether to sanity which his mind so desperately clung to was finally slipping away, and this was the moment he succumbed to that relentless war of the mind, never to resurface again.

For a terrible, traitorous moment, Ranboo hoped that it was Phil or Techno, here to invite him into their house of warmth, a sign of friendship or at least care, after he’d been invited into their anarchist group (which wasn’t taking sides, they just didn’t want to be ruled, was that so bad?).

“Not much of a house, is it?”

And like an arrow to his heart, that hope was promptly smashed to pieces.

“Shut up” Ranboo gritted out to the figure that was no doubt leering over him with that stupid smily mask and stupid smug voice. “You’re just jealous you don’t even have one.”

His mind scrambled around desperately as he suppressed a terrified scream. Is this his mind again? But that voice doesn’t show up outside the panic room, or does it? What does he know, really?

Was this actually Dream, here to kill him? To take revenge on for destroying the community house? Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to drag his face away from the swath of blankets that he was clinging to, but he could hear the whine of the fence gates swinging. Something snapping shut in place.

Dream was definitely here, unless Ranboo had, indeed, well and truly lost it. Which was a likely possibility.

Dream, what was Dream doing all the way out here? And why now, of all times, did Ranboo decide to finally grow a spine?

Well, either he was hallucinating big time, or Dream was here to kill him. Either way, it’s not like anything he did will matter.

“I have a house,” Dream said, sounding mildly affronted. “Now, this pathetic excuse of a cattle pen certainly can’t be called one.”

“Just shut up and kill me already, Dream,” Ranboo yelled. His voice was muffled and thrown about by the wind, but it echoed through his bones nonetheless, and this was gratifying in some horrifying way because either way it’s not like what he’ll say will make any difference. “What, are you here to finally gloat over me too? Found a different target than Tommy, huh? Just can’t find a better use of your time than torturing teenagers-”

“What? Woah, I am not Dream,” Dream said, and Ranboo took a moment to process this information.

“What?”

He finally looks up, squinting through the darkness and the biting way the winds attacked his eyes.

The person that had his arms cross in front of him looked like a carbon copy of Dream, only with a pale blue hoodie instead of the usual lime green one.

“Just because you’ve put on a different outfit doesn’t mean you’ve changed who you are,” Ranboo snapped through chatters. “Fuck off or kill me, Dream. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“I told you, I’m not Dream,” was the reply. “Check your communicator.”

Ranboo, slowly, drew out the device and glanced at the pale, glowing screen.

DreamXD whispers to you: I’m here.

“Really reassuring,” Ranboo said.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one of the nice ones?” ‘DreamXD’ asked. “I thought you had manners, or something like that.”

“Since when have manners ever helped me?” Ranboo bites, suddenly feeling something sullen draw his stomach down. Bittering clung to every word. “It’s like nothing around here gets done without violence.”

“That’s not my problem.” DreamXD made some shrugging motion, slowly turning his shoulders in an unsteady fashion like he was just getting used to moving his body. “I’m just here to...”

Ranboo flinched as a glimmering stick appeared in DreamXD’s hand. He recognized the telltale sheen of glowing enchantments, but that shouldn't be possible because you can’t enchant sticks.

Dream, or DreamXD, or Not Dream, whatever the fuck he was - waved his glowing stick above him in what Ranboo assumed was supposed to be a menacing manner. He looked mostly like a deranged serial killer, which was, concerningly, also an apt description for the actual Dream.

“I need to make an alteration to your book,” he said. “Hand it over.”

Ranboo stared at him for a long, drawn moment. His mind was blank, unresponsive, why would he want the memory book-

And then, his memory book was in the other entity’s hands, and Ranboo began yelling again.

“Give it back!” He lunged forward, but DreamXD teleported to the side and slammed his fist down on Ranboo’s back. He hit a faceful of snow and dirt, and a pained whine escaped his throat as the heel of a boot dug into his neck.

Everything hurt. His back is now throbbing. Ranboo suppressed a sob as he heard the telltale sound of pages flapping wildly in the wind - and then the sound of ripping paper, grating against every bone of his body.

Again - no, this couldn’t be happening again, why is this happening again, he was so careful and he hadn’t done anything and surely he had been good this time, hadn’t he?

His mind only just seemed to process what was happening. His memory book - his memory - was being stolen, torn, violated yet again and this time Ranboo could do nothing but listen and cry into the cold, gritty dirt while his neck is on the verge of snapping and what did he do?

He just wanted peace. He just wanted to be loved - not even loved, to just be left alone. To live without constant fear of pain or death or someone destroying everything he held dear. Was that so much to ask for?

Yes, a part of his mind whispered. You blew up the community house. You betrayed L’Manberg. You didn’t even have the spine to tell Techno and Phil, your new allies, what the end portal is. They welcome you onto their land and group and you repay them with more hidden secrets? How else will you betray everyone?

Everything part of him was burning. Ranboo wanted to slice and strip off all his skin, to submerge himself in freezing cold water and close his eyes and not have to worry about any of this anymore and why did he want all of that so much-

“There we go,” the voice above him suddenly said, and Ranboo made a choked noise as something hard kicked deep into his side. He tumbled across the floor with a few soft crunches before going limp, body splayed at unnatural angles that twisted knots around all his muscles. His throat felt more parched than desert sands, scraped raw and bloody.

Something thudded in front of him, and Ranboo somehow had the strength to claw himself over through a filmy, blotched vision and drag his memory book back into his embrace. There were pages missing, ripped from the spine in jagged chunks like an unfinished puzzle shredded apart from frustration.

He choked again as a hand closed around his neck and dragged him up and something sharp and flaming jabbed into his chest.

A coarse sleeve muffled his wailing scream.

This pain was worse, so much worse, worse than the wither skulls and being dunked in water and all the stabs and slices he’s ever endured combined, his insides were burning and burning and on fire and covered in lava and Ranboo thought for a few fleeting moment that he would combust into sheer nothingness and he wanted to forget, forget why am I still here forget everything please I don’t want to be here-

“There we go,” the voice, that Dream voice, said, and it sounded so sickeningly like Dream but also not at all, because whereas Dream‘s voice always held a demeaning smugness about him this one had nothing but cold indifference, and Ranboo wasn’t sure which was worse but he couldn’t focus to think anyway because his entire world was red and white and burning and what the fuck was that stick enchanted with-

At some point, the pressure stopped. It faded away increments, and all Ranboo could comprehend was that eventually, as his mind flopped away from the shelter of nothingness, he was on the ground again and Dream was above him and everything was horribly, horribly silent.

Why, he wanted to scream again to the howling winds, but his throat was spent and dead and he couldn’t move or do anything except lie there and spasm erratically like a dying animal with its guts already pooling across the stiff, blue grass.

What did I do why is this happening please I’m so sorry I’m so sorry it’s all my fault please stop I don’t want to die-

“Let this be a warning,” the voice said in a smooth, terribly indifferent way. “If you write down what happened here, or about that end portal, I assure you that things will get much, much worse. And if you tell anyone, anyone else even a hint of what that portal is-”

Ranboo couldn’t even flinch as something cold pressed against his throat, as much as his mind leaped at the feeling.

“I guarantee you will never see the light of day again.”

Was this what it had all been about? The portal? That he was being punished for his origins after all, for having the - the knowledge itself? For having the power to utilize it, even if he never would?

“You really are Dream, aren’t you,” Ranboo rasped. He creaked his neck up to stare blankly into that pearly white mask. Every part of him, from his screaming body to his scattered, twisting thoughts felt weighted with magma, smoldering in its own ruins.

Dream shrugged, a bit faster this time, and disappeared in a shower of flaking purple particles that drifted around like the snow that had, during some part of all this, began to fall.

His eyes stung. His entire face was covered in tears, sharp daggers flicking the skin across with every movement. Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to care. He cradled his cold, crumpled memory book to his chest and knew that, as much as he hoped it was, this was not just a nightmare. Not in a world like this.

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#ranboo #dream #dream smp #dreamxd #technoblade #philza #dream smp fanfiction #fanfiction #dsmp #dsmp lore #minecraft #mcyt #interject fanfic

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svtshine · 4 years

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Seventeen christmas special 🎄

Pairing: seventeen x reader

genre: Fluffy celebration

type: imagine

extras: Hi guys! Merry xmas :) I’m still in the middle of completing the current requests, but i’ll still be taking some

You adjusted your outfit and rang the doorbell in front of you. You glanced to your side and looked out into the winter view. Today was Christmas and Seventeen invited you to join their christmas celebrations. You were beyond excited to spend this holiday with them.

You were supposed to visit your family and join them at the Ski resort but you couldn’t match up your schedule with theirs. You were disappointed at the fact that you weren’t going to be able to celebrate one of the best holidays in the year alone. When your best friends, Seventeen, heard about it they immediately invited you to their celebrations.

Minghao opened the door for you and your smile widened as the smell of freshly baking cookies and the sound of Seventeen laughing and chatting filled your ears. Minghao smiled at you and signalled for you to join them. His santa hat and fake beard making you giggle.

“Y/n, come come hyung is still decorating the cookies. Trying at least” He rolled his eyes at the last part. You took off your shoes and placed them neatly on the rack before turning your attention to the rest of the members. You were immediately filled with the warmth of love and family. Christmas carols were playing all around the house and the members were all singing along.

Hoshi was chasing screaming Dino around with a frosting pipe. Jeonghan, Joshua and Vernon was at the dining room table, decorating the rest of the cookies. DK was holding up a spoon full of soup for Mingyu to taste and Woozi turned around from making his cold noodles to check on the two of them. Wonwoo was calmly reading his book on the couch, while spectating four other members playing Monopoly on the floor.

SCOUPS, Jun, Minghao and Seungkwan was involved in a friendly match of Monopoly on the floor. However the marker drawings of fake mustaches, coloured glasses and funny hats hinted that it wasn’t as friendly as you had thought.

As the entrance door closed behind you, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. The smile grew on each of their faces as they stood up and hugged you. Hoshi and Dino ran to you first and squeezed you tightly, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Hi, Y/n we’re just, you know, helping them decorate” Hoshi said, however the frostings in his hair told a different story. Dino turned his head quickly and his face showed the shock he was feeling, “You started it!” Hoshi was quick to chase after him saying, “Yah, i’m your hyung. Also that’s Y/n, don’t make me seem like a child infront of her” You giggled at their antics.

The cooking team came up after taking off their aprons and gave you a hug each. “Today’s Menu, A delicious kimchi stew, roasted meat and other dishes” DK listed off one by one, while Mingyu dragged you to the kitchen and scooped some soup for you to try out. It was delicious, the spiciness was just right and the flavour was unbelievable. You gave them all a thumbs up before checking in on the group decorating the christmas cookies. Jeonghan, Joshua and Vernon greeted you and gave you a small peck on the face each before showing off their cookies.

They were all decorated in bright colours and cut into different shapes. There were horses, rabbits, tigers and gingerbread man figures. The frosting was a variety of bright pastel colours and jeonghan let you try some.

You stole a cookie before Wonwoo came up to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead before leading you to the sofa. Before you sat down, you went to check on the Monopoly players. You greeted them all with a peck on their cheek and wrapped your arms around SCOUPS neck and laid your chin on his head to watch the game for a while.

After the screaming and pointing of fingers begun, you proceeded to join Jeonghan, josh and Vernon in decorating the cookies. The four of you shared memories from your past christmas celebrations and laughed at the embarrassing ones. Soon DK came to announce, “Guys, dinner will be ready in ten so pack up and prepare the dining table”

SCOUPS, Jun, Minghao, Seungkwan and Wonwoo packed up quickly and washed away the doodles on their faces after taking a quick selfie. Afterwards, they helped you and the rest prepare the table.

Once all the food was finally laid out, the delicious aroma was making us all drool, thus you and the guys quickly digged in after thanking the cooking team. Laughter was shared and many compliment were made of the food. After about an hour or two, you all finally finished the food. You helped to throw away all the disposables and clean up.

All the members brought out their blankets and sleeping bags as well as an extra for you and sprawled around the living room. Some taking the couch and others taking the floor. You groaned as you were so full from the food prepared. You couldn’t take another bite, as well as Seventeen. So all of you decided to watch a christmas movie before getting dessert.

You laid your head on Jun’s shoulder throughout the movie. The movie was entertaining to say the least and soon, stomachs were growling for dessert. You helped Jeonghan and Seungkwan prepare the hot chocolate for everyone, while the rest munched on the christmas cookies that were decorated earlier. The crunchy cookies went well with the thick and warm hot chocolate.

Everyone was chatting about events that happened throughout the year. The air was buzzing with old memories and excitement. SCOUPS drank a sip of his hot chocolate before putting the mug down, “Okay guys, time to open up our presents”

Sitting below the christmas tree were multiple presents that Seventeen had prepared for each other. You pulled all thirteen presents that you were going to give them from your bag. You wanted to give them presents that were equal yet special at the same time, so you decided on necklaces with lockets.

You prepared 13 necklaces and each one had a picture locket. The locket is in a shape, unique to each member and inside contained a photograph of you and that specific member and a small message beside it.

“But how are we going to decide the order” Dino spoke. After a few ideas, all of you decided to do it from the youngest to the oldest. You were the same age as Vernon and Seungkwan so you got your presents pretty early on.

You were estatic and thankful for your presents. The oldest three, SCOUPS, Jeonghan and joshua chipped in to get you an expensive bag. Jun gave you a onesie, Woozi had given you a speaker, Hoshi with a plus toy and Wonwoo with a book. Mingyu and Minghao bought you a polaroid camera and films. DK gave you a pair of Fila shoes, Seungkwan and Vernon made a terrarium for you and Dino bought you socks and face products.

The thirteen of them thanked you profusely for their present from you. Most of them started wearing the necklace already. After the gift unwrapping, all of you dressed in thicker clothings and went out to play in the snow.

It was about 9 that evening and the view was gorgeous. The snow descended like beautiful crystals and you couldn’t help but look up and stare at them, until a snowball hits the side of your face. You turned to the side to look Hoshi smiling deviously at you. The whole lot of you then participated in a snowball match. You smiled and laughed the whole time. When you got tired, you latched yourself on DK’s back and the boys took you back home.

All of you sat down in a circle to warm up, bags of snacks infront of you. The playing of games and singing of christmas carols began again.

Laughter was all you could hear as you sat in the circle and played a round of truth or dare. Everyone sang excitedly so ‘Santa tell me’. The familiar warmth of family filled you as you looked at everyone. Smiles adorned all of their faces and there were no trace of anything else but happiness.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Although you couldn’t spend this time with your family, you were glad you could spend it with your second family. Seventeen made you feel like home, chased all your worries away and filled you with nothing but warmth and happiness.

These boys, your boys, deserved the world. As long as they had each other, they had the world.

You smiled contentedly as Mingyu was reenacting to a meme. The rest of seventeen were laughing on the floor or shakily holding up their phones, and trying not to laugh, to record Mingyu. You were feeling drowsy from all the events from today, so you quickly closed your eyes, and told yourself, “Just for five minutes”

Your head laid on Woozi’s head comfortably and your legs draped across Hoshi’s lap. Woozi noticed that you were fast asleep and quickly motioned for everyone to keep quiet. After many ‘Shhhs’ from him and the rest, all of them cooed at how adorable you looked.

You were precious to them, and they loved you as much as they loved each other.

They all smiled happily that you felt safe with them and that you were able to join them on this special day. Woozi and some other members helped to tuck you into the couch. As the members took turns to wash up and get ready for bed, they each said their good nights to you before the last member turned out the lights, and everyone slept on the floor beside you.

“Goodnight, Y/n. Merry christmas darling”

You slept snugly that night.

The christmas tree at the foot of the sofa glowed softly.

You were surrounded with the people you loved dearly.

You pulled the blankets closer to you and slept with a smile.

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ethicsbutcher · 3 years

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frost blue, baby blossoms & mallow !!

𝙵𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 : 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳? 𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴? / COLORFUL HEADCANONS MEME .

Hannibal enjoys the cold. If anything, he appreciates the aesthetics of it; sitting by the fireplace drinking cognac, cooking thick and complex broths for dinner, wearing leathered gloves without having to offer any justifications ( ... ) . Snowy winters, particularly, remind him of home. He is no stranger to temperatures below freezing or dark heavy skies, though even the coldest day in America never seem to compare to those of Lithuania. ——— But I actually think Hannibal prefers warmer seasons ; if only because there is more life pumping through the veins of the world during Summertime. There is more romance to be had, a greater desire to be outdoors and to dance and to laugh and to celebrate. Winter implies a larger amount of time indoors, loneliness, small curled up things that are meant to be kept hidden from the world until the sunlight returns to illuminate all of those dark corners. Hannibal already has plenty of dark rooms in his memory palace, he explores them often. He’d much rather enjoy a sunny day, walking through a garden, smelling the roses ...

𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙼𝚂 : 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃? 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚃, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝚈?

Hannibal has a series of scents he likes. He likes the grassy, syrupy but still somehow spicy scent of FIGS, the musky earthy smell before RAIN, the rust-like scent of BLOOD which sticks to the roof of his mouth for hours and that, when cooked, melts into something comforting and thick, the refreshing scent of a COLD MORNING which helps him to stay alert ... Hannibal also enjoys the smell of a FEVER. It is warm and humid that smell. There’s a hint of salt in it, the same salt that comes from sweat and tears. Something woody too, like a dying fireplace. He has grown to like that smell a lot.

𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆: 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼? 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂, 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚂, 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂?

Does remind him of ABIGAIL; just like autumn does. He thinks it might be the bright orange and red shades, the dying of something so something new may be born. Thinking of Mischa also reminds him of her. Whenever he gazes upon El Greco’s MARY MAGDALENE IN PENITENCE he sees her. Camomile tea and the scent of a new book. A lonely piano key echoing in an empty room. The gesture of tugging a lock of hair behind an ear. All Abigail.

He thinks of WILL when he smells a bonfire. Sometimes when he hears a stream. The bright red bleeding gills of a fish on a counter, ready for the gutting. The snarl of a dog ( perhaps of a wolf ), a dried out and abandoned cocoon. The musky scent of sweat trapped in between dark curls, packs of dogs ... A ticking clock. St. Sebastian in pain. HIS OWN REFLECTION. All of these things remind him of Will.

#* ANSW .#* HEADCANON .#* STAGFOLLOWED .#me: tries to be brief with replies #babbles anyway

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stovmborn-arc · 3 years

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❛ volumes. ❜ @bastardbled from this meme.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. delicate palms had lost their grip of drogon, form falling through the skies as she descended to her death. winds were dangerous, holding her prisoner as clouds devoured her, though on the way down, daenerys stormborn could only be reminded of every hardship she had faced and with it ––– how far she had come. though as amethysts hues collide with blackened irises across the room, she realises that she had not been falling from above but the very spell he had placed her under. things were never meant to grow to this extent, the snarling teeth in which mimicked those of his hounds still etched into her mind. many a tale had found her ears of how cruel roose bolton's bastard had been and yet, she had learned of his gentility as calloused digits burned against porcelain in their time they had spent together.

she wanted to hate him ( she even did for a short while ). but as midnight hues fall upon her now, she can see how each cruelty he had endured had hardened him. and somehow, she had been the one to melt away the ice that stained his winter skin. it was as if the heat that radiated from the mother of dragons had been enough to thaw the frost that engulfed him ––– that enamoured his core. many horrors had swarmed through her veins, as if her kindness could be tainted and yet, it still lived within her. such a fire could never be quelled, even in the snow that he brought. head tilts to the side in defeat, lilacs set aflame by his own eyes as they mirror those very feelings in which cascades upon her. she loves him too, in that instance she knows that it will be her downfall.

#ii. chaos is a ladder … and so is my inbox » answered memes.#bastardbled.#who knew a crack ship would turn into something so #..... beautifully devastating #i still need to come up with a verse name #bc the development of them just #simply ruins my ass #i would see my soul for anais #!!#vi. remember what you are and what you are not » ramsay bolton.

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zhongrin · 5 months

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bound matriarch

✼ characters ┈ zhongli

✼ tags ┈ yandere, fem!pronouns ('wife', 'matriarch', 'goddess' used), zhongli as morax/rex lapis, set right after archon war

✼ a/n ┈ i have to be out all day today so i'm not sure if i'll be at home when this goes out but let me just say FINALLY I CAN RELEASE THIS. THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG (i'd also like to silently thank jessamine bc their comments on my posts were the main catalyst for me to finish this little blurb sobsob)

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

oh, what a dream it is to be the spouse of the strongest archon in teyvat, whom he wed right after archon war ended. some might see the celebratory wedding as something uncouth; an utter disrespect to the lives lost at war and the bereaved families, but the lord of geo disagrees. what could be a better reassurance to ensure the people of liyue would start believing in and striving for a brighter future, than the joyous union of the new geo archon who defended them throughout the arduously long war and the prosperity goddess who has the power to bless the land and its people?

you're draped in gold and red as you sign the oath in blood; sealing your matrimony amidst the cheers of the mortals and immortals alike. the ruby reds on your lips are plush and soft against their god's own, the gossamer thread of embroidered gold of your clothing matching your now-husband's attire. even the bright blue sky seemed to celebrate such a joyous occasion, casting its warm rays upon the now-peaceful land of liyue to offer you its blessing.

they do not know that one certain party was most ardently unwilling to take the vow under one of the most sacred contracts of all.

they need not know that the marriage was a desperate attempt to shackle you to him and erase your individual worth as a goddess; to ensure you are remembered as rex lapis' beloved wife, the matriarch of liyue. they need not know, for just as no one questioned why the god of freedom was not invited into the banquet, no one questioned why a sheer veil covered the lower part of your unsmiling face, or the fact that countless shackles cor petrae accessories heavily rested against your neck and limbs.

what they do know is that this is your prison home ー he is your captor home and you will never belong anywhere else.

and perhaps given a few eons, you shall learn it too. worry not, your husband is a patient god. but you best remember that a god's patience, too, has its limits.

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈

@abyssmal-skies ! @hamdehlesmis ! @sunnshineflxwer ! @queen-belial ! @silentmoths

@dustofthedailylife ! @marina-and-the-memes ! @mixed-kester ! @lordbugs ! @anonymousficreader

@irethepotato ! @sassy-cat-in-town ! @syrenkitsune ! @smokipoki ! @cakeboxie

@crystalflygeo ! @ciexuvia ! @illaasya ! @celestewritestoomuch ! @pams-comfortzone

@spidermanluvr444 ! @ourstrawberryclouds ! @ryuryuryuyurboat ! @hrts4hanniehae ! @fiannee

@frosts-intuition ! @florapocalypses ! @genshin-impacts-me ! @scarasmood ! @hellcatinnc

@beloved-brynn ! @malachitemischief101 ! @average-yandere-enjoyer

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #yandere #rin writes

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killersolo · 3 years

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OC ask games but instead if reblogging the asks I answer them myself for Eugene's development

put under a read more cause this is....long [also i couldnt answer all questions oops]

dnd character ask meme by gendermybeloved

what kind of clothing does your character like to wear? do they have a style? anything they avoid wearing? Eugene wears button ups, a lot, with funky little patterns on them. Usually they are blue, turquoise, green and pink. He usually just wears blue denim pants, however if his shirt is blue he tries to avoid wearing blue pants under them. As for shoes he just wears, usually white, sneakers.

what's their current hairstyle? has it changed? do they change it often? Eugene's hair is short, but the long kind of short. He usually wears it with a small crest, but sometimes he lets it down too. During Mann Co. it was a lot shorter because Soldier demanded they'd all keep their hair short. In his mid-teens [15-16] he started off with a bit of a mullet that eventually grew into longer hair that he'd keep in place with a headband, [think Your Worst Nightmare kind of long] he cut it off at around 17.

is your character more articulate in their thoughts than their words? if yes, do they do anything about that? do they care? Eugene is more articulate in his thoughts, he tends to have very rambled thoughts that make sense to him but when he has to out those words it can be a little chaotic/rambly as well. But if he has to prepare text it comes out a lot more structured. He doesn't do anything about it cause he enjoys being a little chaotic like that.

would your character sing along to a vaguely familiar song, even if they messed up the lyrics as they went? No, Eugene will only sing along if he knows the words. If a song is vaguely familiar he'll only hum along with it.

if they wear any, how does your character go about applying makeup? Eugene doesn't wear makeup.

do they usually sleep in a certain pose? does it change? Fetal position is the go to but not a necessity when sleeping.

how would they react to eating something that was spicier than they expected it to be? Tears would form in his eyes and he'd cough a little but he's too stubborn to admit he can't handle it/it's too spicy.

are their hands steady? Yes, absolutely. Thanks to sniper training they got steadier than before.

if someone gave them flowers, what would they do with them? He'd be very confused. Eventually he'll accept them but it's very uncomfortable and awkward for him. If something like this [affection and/or something so confronting and unexpected] happens to him he'll be the type to say no out of discomfort even though he'd want to say yes.

would they sneak out at night to look at the sky? how long would they stay there looking? Absolutely, he'd use his dogs as an excuse to go outside and he'd just stay there for as long as he or his dogs like.

how do they feel about casual endearments? (babe, etc) Uncomfortable, he'd need to get used to them a lot.

what colour would they paint their room? would there be a design on the ceiling? He'd be too undecisive to choose colours or patterns. On the ceiling there are those green and purple glow in the dark stickers.

what helps them fall asleep when they're having trouble doing so? ASMR or watching those YouTube documentaries.

do they tend to run hot or cold? do they do anything to deal with that? xx I'm not sure what this question means

what's a sound they can't stand? The sound [and sight] of people eating.

would they draw patterns in frosted windows/fogged up mirrors? what would they draw? He'd draw smiley faces and dogs [and male genitalia when it's appropriate.]

do they fidget? how and/or with what? A lot! He has multiple fidget. He scratches his neck a lot, he scratches his thumbs a lot too, and he rubs his knuckles over his chest sometimes [ this also because of the scar itching].

would they sing a lullaby, if the opportunity arose? Nah, not a fan of lullabies.

do they see patterns in the world around them? do they point them out to people? All the time, but he barely points them out because more often than not people look at him weird for either not seeing the pattern or confusion.

do they like to keep plants/growing things in their space? His favourites are cacti and succulents, though most of them are fake because he forgets to take care of them a lot.

do they touch or mess with their hair/horns a lot? Usually only the hair on his neck thanks to his neck scratches, and a hand through his hair once in a while but that's it.

when they speak, do they have a default tone of voice? if yes, do they try to change it? why?

do they wrap their arms around their stomach when it hurts?

what kind of bookmarks, if any, do they like to use? No bookmarks, only memory. When it's a book they read in class, he uses colour coded sticky bookmarks for discussions in class.

do they keep books on their person? what kind? Only when he needs to bring them to his job, or when he plans on reading them [for example on a long train ride].

do they write in their books? do they mind other people writing in their books? what do they write? Yes, he writes in his books mainly for things he notices or for discussion points in class [like foreshadowing or patterns or smth similar]

do they write often? why/what about? Not really, Eugene sometimes tries to write down what he feels, because he has troubles expressing emotion and he hopes it may help him.

if they can fly, how do they feel in the moment their feet touch the ground again? n/a

if they wear any, where did they get their jewellery? He has matching sword necklaces with Demoman, but he only rarely wears it. He doesn't like jewellery too much as it feels bothersome to him.

have they ever tried to count their own freckles? do they count other people's? n/a, no freckles.

did they climb all over/onto things as a kid? Only in trees.

can they play darts? would they? He can easily play, and win, darts thanks to his aim as an ex-sniper but he doesn't because he just thinks it boring.

where are they in a group hug? (dead center, outside, etc) Nowhere, group hugs are too overwhelming [too much touching]

what's the first thing they think when they hear an alarm? what's the first thing they do? His ears perk up and he looks around to try and figure out what is going on.

do they sing with their head voice or their chest voice? Chest voice

(if they have hair that needs to be brushed) how often do they do so? do they do it gently? n/a

how would they pass the time on a train? Either reading, listening to music or playing puzzle games [like picross or I Love Hue].

do they bother to clean ink/chalk/gunpowder/etc off of their fingers? are they likely to forget it's there and smudge their nose? im not sure how to answer this one

do they keep working even when their wrists start to cramp? if they do, do they give themselves a break when the work is done? He does keep working because, once he's started something and is in the right mindset he doesn't want to stop and once again he's too stubborn to stop as well.

if their mattress became uncomfortable as time passed, would they notice it? would they do anything about it? He wouldn't notice because he already gets barely any sleep anyway.

20 assorted OC asks by pieniharmaakani

Why did you pick their name? I blame Eugene from Animal Crossing.

Why did your character get that name in-universe? I haven't thought about this yet tbh.

How do they talk in a formal situation?

How do they talk with close people?

If they got a tattoo, what kind? If they have tattoos, what would their next one be? He's got an aboriginal kangaroo tattoo on his upper right arm/shoulder. A crocodile tattoo from his lower back to his stomach, and a snake tattoo from his knee, going around his leg and ending at his foot/ankle. For his next tattoo he maybe wants something small on his hip or collarbone, but he isn't sure what.

Alpine skiing, cross-country skiing, downhill tobogganing/sledding, or ice skating? Ice skating, as it's most similar to roller-skating.

Their 2020s AU quarantine craft of choice? Music, and trying to cook but failing poorly.

Which era of historical fashion do you think would fit them?

What's their most annoying trait? His stubbornness and struggle to let go [inflexibility].

What makes them nice to be around?

What do they look for first in another person?

What do other people often notice first in them?

Their cliche YA novel scent combo? (Like 'X smelled like rhododendron and dewdrops and the pages of a 100-year-old library book 😩')

Good or bad at math? Bad/average.

Likes studying languages, yes or no? Yes!

Kitchen catastrophe or gourmet home cook? Catastrophe

What's their breakfast like? Boring, just the regular cereal with milk, and if he's late just the nearest thing he can get his hands on.

Do they have a favourite accessory / item of clothing? If yes, why that? Nope not at all.

What cute thing were they into as a tween that they cringe about now? (Let them know I love it!)

What kind of people are their type that they find most attractive? (Either platonic, romantic or sexual attraction.)

Oc Asks Game by inky-duchess

What is your character's reaction to a minor inconvenience? Such as getting their jumper caught on a door handle? Normally he wouldn't mind but when he's having a bad day he'd lose his mind.

Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other? Tea is the usual hot drink! The other two only in specific situations.

What does their safe space look like?

What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

Do they have any nicknames or pet names or other aliases?

What kind of books comfort them? What books help them heal after a hard day?

Are they a naturally assertive person or are they painfully shy? Usually a bit assertive but when a situation is unfamiliar he can be a bit taken aback/shy, but he can adapt quite quickly.

Do they consider themselves a friendly person or aloof? He considers himself friendly, but he can come across a bit aloof at certain times.

What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

What kind of jokes make them laugh?

Do they enjoy pranks or do they hate them? Are they likely to fall for a prank? If the prank is harmless he enjoys them. He falls for pranks a lot because of his obliviousness/naiveté/whatever that thing that autistic people have is called.

Are they an overall healthy person? Do they make for a good patient or a terror?

Describe your character's typical wardrobe for the regular day. Button up, jeans and sneakers.

Are they a simple person to please or difficult?

What is the first thing people notice about them?

What do they look for in a friend? A love interest?

Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

What does your character consider to be their lowest point?

Does your character have a comfort item?

What would be one item that they would hate to lose most?

What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely? Sparsely, he forgets to eat quite a lot and even when he does it's not really enjoyable.

What is your character's favourite food and who cooks it best?

What are your character's special skills?

What are somethings they find difficult to do? Or say?

Are they an animal person? Do they have pets? Eugene loves animals more than anything in the world, he absolutely melts at them. He's got 2 dogs himself as well.

What are their opinions on children? Do they view children as sweet angels or evil crotch goblins? He really doesn't like kids,,,at all. He doesn't want kids either.

If your character was in today's world, what social media platforms would they avoid? Or be prominent on? He'd try to avoid facebook, instagram and twitter, though he would post to instagram or twitter just once in a while. He uses discord for friends and even 1 class for the pandemic. WhatsApp is used mainly for contact.

Are they an organised person? Or more laissez-faire? It's organised chaos. He's got everything organized but only in a way that he knows where everything is.

Do they dwell better in chaotic situations or more linear situations? Linear

Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Your character is having a prom night/debs. What kind of outfit do they wear?

How do they act around people they don't know? Are they shy around strangers or dismissive of them?

Can your character drive? If so, what kind of driver are they? If not what's their preferred manner of transport? He can drive just fine, he's a very relaxed driver but can't focus when other people in the car talk too much.

What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do for?

Tell us something about your OC that doesn't make it onto the page? He's got quite the bit of trauma/ptsd. The reason I haven't talked about this yet is because I'm not sure how to write it accurately, yet.

Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

How does your character unwind after a long day?

What's your character's guilty pleasure?

Your character's friend has just been mugged. What's their reaction?

Your character has been punched into the face. What's their reaction? He's not a huge fan of violent/physical confrontations, so he'd just get angry with whoever punched them. If they punch a second time, Eugene will gladly return it.

Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why? Yeah

What is the DND alignment? Chaotic Neutral

Hogwarts House?

Star Sign? Leo

Does your character believe in anything? Religion? Superstition? He's neutral on it, but he find it fascinating and interesting to talk about.

What is your character's reaction when someone does something nice for them? Discomfort.

Is your character easy to make cry? Or angry? Or annoyed? Not angry or annoyed but frustrated.

What is your character's biggest fear? Most irrational? Being forgotten.

How does your sleep at night? Are they a heavy or light sleeper? Do they dream or have nightmares? Do they find it easy to sleep or are they more a night owl? He's more of a night owl, but when he sleeps he does have nightmares quite often. He only sleeps when he's completely exhausted.

#out of classes #headcanons #//just wanted to do this for fun #:D

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👀 + would you rather have hands that keep growing as you get older or feet that keeps growing as you get older? // favorite guilty pleasure tv series/movie/drama? // what's the dumbest thing you've done on a dare?

Honesty Memes – Still Accepting!

👀 + would you rather have hands that keep growing as you get older or feet that keeps growing as you get older?

“hands that grow! if its feet, how am i gonna get the right shoe size easily?”

👀favorite guilty pleasure tv series/movie/drama?

“um…as much as it terrifies me, it has been my guilty pleasure recently. its as if i’m trying to estimate how much ridiculousness and terror i can actually stand..which in all honesty, i’m not coping well with it.”

👀what’s the dumbest thing you’ve done on a dare?

“i don’t think i’ve done a dare before….”

#fmdjiah #||MEMES**❆ frosted skies #SADLKFJASKLDF LOL JOO REALLY HASN'T DONE A DARE BEFORE LMFAO

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A Rebuttal to a ScreenRant thing on Loki and the Thor films for no reason other than the catharsis similar to shooting at clay pigeons that aren’t even trying to fly

Don’t click on this but here’s the article - https://screenrant.com/mcu-things-make-no-sense-about-loki/

Ah, ScreenRant, my old foe...you hath fallen so far these past few years...time was you were almost legitimate, but once you were sold to new owners, you became a rag of thoughtless clickbait 'journalism', seeing plotholes where there none. Let's dance.

ScreenRant Text: (So you don't have to feed them clicks)

Loki is often considered one of the greatest superhero movie villains of all time due to his never-ending schemes and tricks. As Thor's adopted brother, Loki has always been jealous of the God Of Thunder. His animosity mostly stems from the inheritance of the Asgardian throne.

Loki was denied the throne because he is the biological son of the Frost Giant ruler Laufey. After being abandoned by his father, he was adopted by Thor's father Odin and raised as an Asgardian prince. While Loki's never-ending deviousness makes for great entertainment, there are a couple of things about him that make no sense.

We begin with a Bonus Round! Loki is considered one of the greatest superhero movie villains of all time for various reasons, but the 'never-ending schemes and tricks' thing is a little...lackluster. It's not exactly what I'd say made himso successful, nor is it particularly true, but this is a matter of opinion. I'll let it slide. This, however:

His animosity mostly stems from the inheritance of the Asgardian throne.

Untrue. Thor 1 even has him state explicitly that the throne was never an objective of his, which is something I liked very much about the character and that film. It didn't go for the boring, stereotypical, low-hanging fruit, but actually tried to give the character a bit of humanity and zigged when most characters of that ilk zagged. That's the actual reason people like Loki, IMO. He surprised people by being - gasp - interesting. His animosity comes from a variety of things, but to simplify, if I may get schmaltzy, it comes from his fear of rejection and abandonment, and of being seen as less-than.

Loki was denied the throne because he is the biological son of the Frost Giant ruler Laufey.

We are never told why he was 'denied the throne'. We can guess. We assume this is the case, but it also seems like a) as the elder son, Thor was always first to inherit and b) When Odin promised that both his sons would be kings, it seems likely that at one point he intended to install Loki as king of Jotunheim, but then changed his mind. However c) it's mentioned clearly in an older scene in the script that Odin and Frigga had hoped that while Thor was officially king, that Loki would essentially be sharing many of his duties and would wield substantial power.

I won't say this is 'wrong'. Loki, after all, claims it as the reason Odin didn't choose him as his successor. He may have been right. But we don't know that. Ambiguity is part of what makes films interesting, but apparently nerd media can never have a 'maybe' for an answer, sigh. This is a bigger problem than ScreenRant, so I'll let it go.

After being abandoned by his father, he was adopted by Thor's father Odin and raised as an Asgardian prince.

...this is what Odin said, immediately after Laufey tells us that Odin is a 'liar and a thief'....and then is proven right. Again, it's possible this is true, but we're also given reason to doubt Odin, and it's also possible Odin thinks he's telling the truth but is...wrong! Which he is about many things. It's something that makes him an interesting character. Ambiguity and interpretation. It's what makes you think about something long after the movie stops playing.

While I'm already disagreeing with SR here, this is more a fandom-wide problem of taking the text at face value only and reading the most shallow interpretation possible. However, stating that Loki's animosity comes from wanting the throne is in contradiction to what we've seen in the films, or at least a gross oversimplification. I award myself a half-point for that.

Points: 0 SR, 0.5 Otterskin

10. Unrealistic Survival

During the final moments of Thor: The Dark World, Loki became impaled and passed away in the strong arms of loving brother Thor. Dead? Not really. He was back in Thor: Ragnarok. Apparently, that was just one of Loki's holograms and the villain himself was very much okay.

However, recent history in the MCU proves that he holograms cannot be touched. In Thor: Ragnarok, Thor even failed in his attempt to throw a rock at Loki’s hologram. But in the death scene, Thor just happens to be holding him comfortably. And given that rocks go right through a hologram, then any other hologram shouldn't have been stabbed either.

EHHH wrong. Yes, Loki's 'light' magic can't be touched when there's nothing else there. But, as we see also in Thor Ragnarok, it can be touched if Loki is inside it - say, when he's pretending to be Odin. Thor grabs his shoulders and holds him in place after throwing Mjolnir. Great moment. As for that wound....who says Loki wasn't actually injured? After all, the scene was filmed 'for realsies' at the time and a reshoot retconned Loki into surviving later...but that doesn't mean he faked the whole thing. It's also possible that Loki just plain survived, due to some unknown Frost Giant ability that perhaps he didn't even know he had. We've never gotten a clear answer. And yes, keeping up the pretense of his death is still 'faking his death', even if he was really fatally injured. So no contradictions there.

SR - 0, OS - 1.5

9.Poor Attempt At Trying To Kill Thanos

Before he was made to look incompetent by Thanos, Loki was a very intelligent villain. Catching and defeating him wasn't easy, and this was all thanks to his ability to create illusions at will. He used this trick very many times and it always worked.

But when Loki is trying to kill Thanos in Infinity War, the only trick up his sleeve is pretending to pledge loyalty to the Mad Titan with secret intentions of stabbing him with a blade. Of course, Thanos stopped him and killed him. Why didn't Loki use a smarter trick? More importantly, why didn't he use his tried and tested illusion trick?

Hmm. Plenty of people have complained about this, but I never had a problem. For me, the answer is simple: what kind of intelligent is Loki? He's not a mastermind. He's not particularly gifted at tactics. What he's good at is misdirection and manipulation. And, when he does it, it usually has some kind of terrible personal effect. When I saw this scene, I had no problems with it from a character standpoint. Loki is a character who thinks with his emotions and does things based on that, even if they aren't logical. It's his fatal flaw going back to Thor 1 and present in every appearance since. In this case, I think Loki was manipulating Thanos. Manipulating him to kill Loki. Probably because Loki knew that would mean he'd spare Thor. However, this is my interpretation, and you're allowed a different one, SR. We'll just disagree on this one. I leave it to the commenters to decide who gets this point. For now, I'll give us both a 0.5.

SR - 0.5, OS - 2

8His Evolution Into A God

According to the MCU, Loki's parents are the Frost Giants Farbauti and Laufey. Despite his parents not being gods, Loki evolves into the “God of Mischief.” How is this possible, given that he was only adopted by Asgardian parents who were gods, but he himself had no god lineage?

RELATED: 10 Loki Memes Only Real Fans Will Understand

For Thor, his god status is understandable given that his biological father and grandfather are gods. So, can one become a god even when they aren't directly related to any god?

...I don't even know where to start with this. First off, we do not know who Loki's mother is. In fact I don't think it's even in the comics. If you mean the myths, then Laufey is his Mother, not his father, and in many myths Laufey is in fact Às (Asgardian), while Farbauti is his giant Father. He would also have two younger brothers. This is not the case in the MCU. There's some evidence that Loki's mother, whoever she is, is not a jotunn - he has biological features the giants do not, and Sir Kenneth Branagh indicated in the commentary for the movie that he was 'at least part giant', which could mean 'only part'. Eh.

Next...have you not been paying attention? This whole character arc is about Loki finding out he's not 'a god' due to his blood and trying to figure out who he is without that blood. At the end, he embraces his identity and decides for himself to be 'God of Mischief' and 'Odinson' regardless of his bloodstatus, while also, if not exactly coming to terms with his heritage, no longer hiding or rejecting it. Yes, it's about him 'becoming a god' and always having been a god, reaffirming his identity and recontextualizing it. It's his whole...THING. And in fact, it’s the main thesis of Infinity War. It’s the challenge to Thanos, which he then accepts. Infinity War is Thanos’ ‘God Quest’, in which he endeavours to gain the powers of a deity. However, what being a ‘God’ meant to Loki is being ‘an accepted part of a family’. Thanos destroys his children in his quest to become a god. It’s an interesting contrast between the two ‘villains’.

Geezus, this is just being dense. And for the record, many Norse Gods and Goddesses are also giants, full-blooded and otherwise. Skadi, Goddess of Skiing, is my favourite goddess ever and she’s full giant. Her husband has very handsome and large feet, which is her preferred feature on a man. You know. To walk on snow with.

Two points to me for dealing with this nonsense. And a half a point for Skadi, she always gets you a half point.

SR - 0.5 OS - 4.5

7.Blue Hue

As the son of a Frost Giant, Loki was born with a blue skin tone. When Odin adopted him, he cast a spell that changed his tone from blue to white. However, Loki never seems to have an idea about his true skin color. Given his history of mischief, he has never attempted to change back either.

After, Odin’s spell to keep Hela far from Asgard ended in Thor: Ragnarok, his spell on Loki ought to have ended too. Or perhaps Loki has always been aware that he is blue. If so, then the confusion ought to be cleared up.

You know what? Point to SR for knowing Odin cast a spell on Loki and that Loki is blue (dabadeedabadie). We gotta throw them a bone, and that’s something other people forget or get wrong all the time.

As for the spell not breaking...Dr. Strange said it himself. A dead wizard’s spell is harder to remove. A spell falling apart in the event of the wizard’s death seems like a major design flaw. Can you imagine if other things worked like that? If a test was too hard, you could pass if you killed the teacher? Or if you locked yourself out of your house, all you had to do was track down the locksmith and murder him to destroy every lock he ever made?

I find it highly unlikely Odin would have been foolish enough to create a spell that would have failed upon his death. Hela was being actively contained, and even then she didn’t immediately appear upon Odin’s death. It still took her a minute to break free.

SR - 1.5 OS - 5.5

6Mind-Controlling Hawkeye Instead Of Fury

Loki found himself in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base after using the Tesseract’s portal to transport himself. One of his first tasks involves mind-controlling Hawkeye so that he can use him as security.

He also mind-controls Dr. Selvig to make him create the Chitauri portal.But it's strange that he doesn't mind-control the boss ,Nick Fury. If he had done that, everything he wanted would have been achieved more easily. Fury would have been his puppet and he could have used him to make the Avengers make regrettable decisions.

Honestly if he’d just walked into the UN it would have been easy-peasy, we can go down this rabbit hole until we end up in Oz. But hey, we’ll give this one to SR, as one of those typical ‘CinemaSins’ things that Alfred Hitchcock would reply ‘because then there’d be no movie’ to.

I would add that this is more Thanos’ plan than Loki’s, though, so we don’t know if that was ever an option the purple man would’ve allowed.

SR - 2.5, OS - 5.5

5Thanos Was Too Lenient Towards Him

Long before they became enemies, Loki and Thanos were associated. One of the instructions that Thanos gave Loki was to get the Tesseract as soon as possible, or else. Yes, there were stipulations from Thanos outlined to Loki by The Other. Loki was promised a kind of pain he'd never known before.

RELATED: 10 Best Recurring Jokes In The MCU

However, Loki wasn't able to deliver the Tesseract for more than six years, and nothing really happened to him. Given how ruthless the Mad Titan is, it's a mystery why he was so lenient towards Loki.

...interesting that being promised untold pain is related to recurring jokes, ha ha...not sure what that’s about.

I dunno, Loki got the most brutal and graphic death in the film, seems pretty un-lenient to me. Not to mention half the people he’d just saved were all slaughtered in front of him, making him responsible for Asgard’s second destruction.

As for why not sooner, Loki was living under an assumed identity for those 6 years as his own father, his death widly publicized as a popular play. I imagine Thanos caught a matinee or something. Let’s just call this a draw.

SR - 2.5, OS - 5.5

4Stopping Agent Coulson

During

Loki's invasion of Earth

Avengers

, he trapped Thor in a cage, and while he was talking to his brother, Agent Coulson tried to stage a surprise attack. Not so fast Coulson. It appears the God Of Mischief is also the God Of Anticipating. Coulson ended up shooting a hologram instead of the real Loki.But how exactly was Loki able to anticipate Coulson's arrival? Can he see the near future? If such is the case, why didn't he see the attack from Hulk coming? Why didn't he use a hologram during the beatdown that left him in a pretty bad state either?

These are getting weaker, not stronger, as we get to number one. Didn’t expect people to still be reading, huh? Guess I’m the real loser, wasting more time on replying to this than was spent writing it. Oh well.

Chances are Loki turned himself invisible and left a copy in his place before walking behind Coulson. Which he’s done before. Illusions and mind-tricks are his main power.

SR - 2.5, OS - 6.5

3Hatred For Thor

Thor has always cared about Loki, but Loki has always wanted to end his brother. During the events of Thor: Ragnarok, a flashback scene showed Thor and Loki during their childhood days. Apparently, Loki did plenty of bad things to Thor.He once transformed Thor into a frog, while he also transformed himself into a snake to fool Thor into picking him up. Thor loved snakes, so when he tried to pick the reptile, Loki transformed back to himself and stabbed Thor. Why was there so much hatred? According to the first movie, Loki used to love Thor. He only started hating his brother when he found out that Thor was going to be the Asgardian king.

Always wanted to end his brother? Where is that coming from? Because he stabbed him as a kid in Thor’s anecdote in Thor 3? These are Asgardian kids, I expect there to be five stabbings before lunchtime. Kids are practically given daggers as teething toys.

I’m guessing this writer has never been or met a pair of siblings. Why is there so much hatred? Gee, I dunno, maybe because ‘Thor won’t stop hogging the X-Box and it’s my turn, Mum, it is!’ I mean, brothers and sisters do terrible things to each other. They make each other eat dirt and bugs, push each other off the deck, cheat at chess, spit in their hair, hide frogs in their bed, you name it. Now upgrade that to the level of the gods and you got some real fun shenanigans, and several more centuries of time in your childhood to get up to even more mischief.

You can still love someone and turn them into a frog.

SR - 2.5, OS - 7.5

2Takeover Plan

Still, in the first film, Loki began scheming after finding out that he was adopted and he'd never become king. The God of Mischief assisted the Frost Giants in gaining entry to Asgard so that he could destroy the Frost Giant King Laufey before he could kill Odin.RELATED:

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Sounds good, but then Thor tried to feud with the Frost Giants too, and this didn't turn out so well for him. In fact, Thor was banished and dispatched to Earth because of this. It is thus strange that Loki thought Odin would like him for doing what Thor had done. Loki also waited for Odin to sleep first before trying to destroy Laufey. Wouldn't it have been better for him to try and do this while Odin was awake?

The order of events is all wrong. Loki did not discover his heritage until they went to Jotunheim, and didn’t hear the whole story until the Vault, at about the halfway point of the film. Yes, the film opens with him secretly helping the giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor’s coronation. He intended to goad Thor into going to the Bifrost to attack Jotunheim, and, as he says later to the W3 and Sif while their wounds are being treated, he hoped they’d be stopped there by Heimdall. However, Heimdall was more prideful than he’d accounted for, and that’s when they went to Jotunheim, which wasn’t the plan. Everything after that point is Loki improvising and reacting - it’s not so much a scheme as a scream, if you know what I mean.

Loki was unexpectedly made interim King while Odin was asleep and Thor banished. That’s a condition depending on Odin’s sleep and Thor’s banishment, either of which could end at any time, as Frigga tells him. She also tells him that Odin can see all of Asgard, even while asleep. Laufey reiterates this right before he tries to kill him. Odin also cries in his sleep, indicating he can perceive his children fighting on the bridge later in the film. Loki is putting on an elaborate play to demonstrate his loyalty to Odin and simultaneously sever his connections to Jotunheim, which he sees as a threat to his bond with Odin. He has room for only one father.

Were you on your phone when you were watching this movie? ...It’s okay if you were, but...man, you’re writing about this film, at least get the sequence of events right. It’s not a particularly complicated film.

I feel like I’m getting mean. Lose half a point for meanness, gain two points for two points made.

SR - 2.5, OS - 9

1Not Teaming Up With Hela

Loki and

Odin’s abandoned daughter Hela

had the same goals, but strangely enough, they didn't team up to make everything go smoothly. Given the kind of unity Loki had seen from the Avengers, he'd have been smarter enough to value teamwork more.When Hela arrived to take the throne and get revenge, Loki ought to have been the first person on her side. Her plan was basically a newer, small-scale version of his own plan in Avengers. Given his nature, it could have been more logical for him to team up with her then destroy her.

Same goals? You don’t mention them, though. I’d say their goals are entirely opposite. We see Loki’s rule contrasted with Hela’s quite clearly in Ragnarok. Loki withdrew Asgard from the other Realms (in my opinion, likely because he only has love for Asgard, and his interest in it and its people). He’s not interested in invading or enslaving or plundering (yes, yes, I know, Avengers, but that film was constantly making it clear that Loki wasn’t enacting his plan, but Thanos’, and he was being baby-sat by the Other to make sure he didn’t forget it. The stone was meant for Thanos, and we also know Loki wasn’t at his best self mentally at that time. He looked like he’d been chewing on coal and his skin had all the healthy pallour of a plastic bag. Compare that to Ragnarok, where he’s much more at ease and less...’my whole world has crashed down upon me’). Loki is like a cat in a sunbeam, happy to soak up praise, adulation, and acceptance from Asgard. Hela also wants those things - she’s upset when people don’t bow to her, that no-one remembers her, and that her cool paintings are gone. However, her solution to this is to kill everyone until she’s left with the people who are loyal to her. Loki’s was to create the play (which is either propaganda or much-needed Loki representation in the media, depending on how you view it), and convince people to like him. Hela demands loyalty, Loki wants love. Very different.

Her goal, of course, is to make Asgard great again, through conquest. Admittedly Loki did do something similar when he tried to flambé Jotunheim in Thor 1, but he did that for personal reasons, while Hela has a policy. Also, Hela wants Thor and Loki dead, and possibly was a large reason why Odin died (likely he was drained from imprisoning her). Loki loves Thor and Odin and does not want them dead; he also does not seem to want to be killed, at least by any hand not his own. There’s also the little problem of him being a frost giant, which Hela would likely not look kindly on (heck, original drafts of that painting depicting Hela conquering show her essentially enslaving the giants and forcing them to help build Asgard.) Hela isn’t looking for an equal partner. Loki wants equality above all else.

So no, no reason to team up.

SR - 2.5, OS - 10/10, a very good girl, here’s an invisible gold star

Aight, that was a great waste of time. But sometimes, you just need to refute every single point of something to feel better.

TL;DR: ScreenRant didn’t watch the movie(s).

#thor meta #screenrant response #waste of my time and yours #but I do feel better now

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Eurydice’s Graduation

I hope you all are staying safe <3 Here’s something sappy I managed yesterday. I love you all, be kind and be caring to others and yourselves :) (Danielle)

The day is slightly frigid; lacy frost lining the windows, the skies a characteristically cold shade of slate although the sun had made its appearance. It’s the beginning of December, right before the rush of the holidays and right after Eurydice and Orpheus’s one-year anniversary. The world went on quickly, with finals and wedding plans and a four month-old baby, so quickly that Eurydice barely noticed the transition from finals to graduation until she was slipping her gown on over her dress.

She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection with a gaze that was not scrutinizing, but thoughtful. With the gown on, things had become real. I had been an immeasurable struggle to come to this place; doubling her course load, finding her footing as a new mother, and trying to make ends meet. It had meant nights spent crying, looking at pages of assignments due all within a week, cradling her newborn to her chest, working through everyone’s schedules to make sure Melody was taken care of and fighting off professors who’d told her time and time again that she couldn’t do it.

That was the true headache of it all-the doubters. She’d been told she couldn’t leave the class to feed her child, that motherhood was her choice and it hadn’t been the right one. She’d been judged for her engagement, how soon it had been and how everyone who didn’t know Orpheus had assumed that the baby was the only reason they’d chosen to get married. She’d fought-debated and yelled, defended not only herself but the people around her who’d chosen to be her support. The gown she wore told that story, if only to herself. She spun in the mirror, watching it lift and fall with gravity, smoothing it over the knee-length, long-sleeved dress she’d chosen to wear underneath it. Eurydice held her cap in her hand, smoothed her fingers over the picture of Melody that had been glued over fancy paper and bold writing. I did it for her. At first she’d found it cheesy-silly, in a way. She hadn’t understood why Persephone had made such a big fuss over things as she’d brought her graduation cap to her office, said she hadn’t planned on doing anything to it.

“It’s mid-year graduation; I’m a mom now, I’m getting married soon. I don’t think I need to have some silly inspirational quote or meme that’ll stop being funny in three weeks. I’m just relieved that it’s finally happening.”

She’d undervalued the moment unintentionally-refusing a party, saying no to gifts, pointing attention to other things that needed to be done instead. Graduation was a big deal-even bigger considering what she’d gone through to achieve it a semester early-but she hadn’t been one for celebrating herself. Her chosen family had come to learn that fact rather quickly, and set out to celebrate her instead.

The bedroom she and Orpheus shared was silent, but the apartment itself was bustling with noise. He’d made a big production of the morning, her poet, waking her with a newly-diapered baby on her chest and a tray of breakfast next to her side of the bed. She rolled over to find his boyish smile, the collapse of his weight back on the bed as he held her and Melody, kissed her abruptly.

“Happy graduation day,” His voice is soft, and light. He draws Eurydice to his chest, Melody snuggled contently between them. Eurydice can feel the deep, even breaths of relaxation Orpheus sends to her, although she can tell that he’s filled with anticipation by the way he occasionally shifts and fidgets. Hers is a more crippling sort of anxiety, one that is quelled by his arms around her and their daughter’s soft little snores-the promise that she won’t have to go to any more classes.

“At this rate, French fry should be getting her own degree, too. She sat in on more classes than half the adults I took them with.”

“Our smart, pretty girl.” Orpheus props himself up on the bed, taking Melody from Eurydice and laying her down on her back between them. He hovers over her, talking to her with a soft, lifted voice and planting kisses all over her stomach and the chunky rolls of her thighs. She babbles happily, eyes widened and watching him, lifting her hands up to grab at his face. Eurydice feels the lump in her throat thicken, her heart softening upon watching his gentle demeanor and the lovestruck look in his eyes. She only interrupts him to bring her hand to his chin, kissing him first before rolling over to hover over Melody right next to him. Their daughter looks between them with curious eyes, smiles and kicks her feet. It’s a long while before they move from this place, a blissful little family with nothing but each other to worry over until Orpheus scoops Melody up from the bed.

“Eat, relax. Eat.” He coaxes, pushing the tray closer to her. “Everything is taken care of until we have to go.”

When he’s gone she stands in front of the mirror and stares-truly looks at herself for the first time in weeks. She feels different-looks different, and not only in the way that new mothers feel. She’d worked through that self-hatred time and time again, and this time it would not seep through-not while she wore her gown. She felt slightly misplaced, older than her years although still so young. There was something about her own reflection that made her unable to turn away; a disbelief. Years ago Eurydice would have never dreamed of being in this moment, standing in a stable home, listening to her soon-to-be-husband dance around with their daughter. Even graduation had seemed an unreachable goal, back when she’d been deemed nothing more than a charity case with no family and a shitty apartment she could barely afford.

Today is different.

Today is the day she’s able to prove herself-memorize the way it feels to wear a gown and an engagement ring, to hold her baby close to her chest and feel Orpheus’s glowing pride. Today, Eurydice decides, is the day she graduates from the titles that had held her down. The anxieties of her past have been evaporated to nothing but a low simmer, a dull aching that spring back in full might only occasionally now. There is more to life now.

There is more to her life than the person she’d been when she’d entered college; fresh out of the system, already having been her own primary caregiver for most of her life despite what the legally binding documents of foster parents that hadn’t cared much had said. She’d been beyond her years, with her head low and focused on the schooling she had worked gruelingly to earn and the jobs that helped her keep the first place that allowed her freedom but had not been equipped with safety. There is more to life than who she’d been back then; scared, withdrawn, just trying to get by. Today she leaves her family-Orpheus and Melody, Persephone and Hades, Demeter and Hermes-to get in line to walk into the ceremony with students she doesn’t know. She holds the hem of her dress and presses a hand to her chest, listens to the crowd shuffle into the auditorium and the chattering of the people around her. Winter graduation is much more subdued than Orpheus’s over the summer; there are less students, less diplomas to be handed out.

It doesn’t make the ceremony have any less hype.

They play the same song she’d heard before-the strings, the importance of it all. And then she’s walking, coming into the light and the crowd, unable to decipher much over the feeling of her own heartbeat and the tears the music have stirred within her. Everything feels surreal-she blinks furiously against her own emotion, a swell that completely takes over. Eurydice adjusts the cap on her head, scans the rows of seats in hopes of spotting her family.

They’re all there-standing, of course. The sight of them nearly knocks the air from her lungs. Orpheus is the first person she sees in all of his tall, lanky, prideful manner. He’s dressed in slacks and suspenders, a bowtie and a thrifted suit jacket. He holds Melody up close to his cheek, points to Eurydice and holds her little hand to make her wave. Eurydice notices the rest of her family; Hades, who stands next to her with a hand on her shoulder, chuckling. There’s Hermes, who stands next to Orpheus and meets her eye while sending her a palpable feeling of pride. Demeter is on the end, sweet smile only extending as Junie jumps up and down in the space in front of all the adults, yelling for her. She waves, makes sure she doesn’t lose them in the crowd as she finds her seat. Eurydice keeps one eye on Orpheus, whose eyes never leave her as he snuggles Melody close.

Persephone sits on the stage, and once Eurydice finds her she sneaks a thumbs-up, a broad smile. This is one of the pieces of her job she’s not so fond of, sitting through graduation ceremonies. But as the job rotates itself every ceremony, and as

She can barely concentrate on the ceremony-the same sorts of speeches they’d all had to sit through over the summer about taking pride in their school, how successful their alumni continue to be. Eurydice doesn’t care; no, she cares about the soft whining she can hear through the crowd, the beginnings of a pout she can see on her baby’s face as Orpheus rocks her, Persephone whispering what she’s sure are words of guidance into his ear. It’s the same look she knows any amount of advice is futile toward. Looking down at the program, Eurydice notes the ever-stretching amount of time between this moment and the end of the ceremony, knows that Melody won’t make it that long. Glancing back over to her family’s place in the audience, she meets Orpheus’s eyes. Without communication-without so much as that single glance-both parents know what to do. He jumps up from his seat, the whimpering growing louder, and moves to the front of the little barricade that separates the audience from the floor seating taken by the graduates. Eurydice rises too, slides past the three people keeping her from the aisle and makes her way to him without a single hesitation. Orpheus is talking to a security worker when she gets there, a tall, broad man who nods as they pass Melody over the little wall before sharing a kiss. And then Eurydice walks back, through a crowd of caps and gowns and eyes all trained on her, before finding her seat and shifting her clothes to feed her daughter.

She goes through the rest of the speeches like this, happily drowning out a speech about acceptance from the one professor she’d had to fight for the ability to leave class to feed Melody. She hopes he can see her now, with her daughter’s big eyes staring up at her and the girls around her transfixed by her chubby little baby. She hopes they can all see her as her row stands and makes their way to the stage-as Melody rests her head on Euydice’s chest and lets out little snores of contentment as she sleeps through the noise.

They call her name and it feels like a dream; she crosses the stage with her sleeping baby and a smile that takes over her entire body, a sense of accomplishment she’s never felt before. Eurydice swears she can hear Orpheus-the entirety of her found family-cheering from the stands. And then Persephone leaps up from her seat and after rounds of polite handshakes swoops her into a hug. She rubs her back, puts a hand on her cheek. Her eyes are brimming with tears and Eurydice immediately mirrors them as Persephone brings her back in for one more tight hug, whispers “I’m so proud of you.”

Eurydice is reeling-she’s given her diploma, walks back to her seat with tear-filled eyes and shaking hands. Everything else is a blur; in one hand is the diploma she’d worked so hard to achieve, had cried countless nights over, worked grueling hours and past her own mental capacities. In the other arm, her daughter snuggles closer to her, with big lips and dark hair, chunky arms and a smile. In this arm is the reason she’d pushed herself so hard for this moment, this mid-winter graduation with half an audience so close to her wedding day. Everything had come to this, all for the tiny human she hadn’t planned for but would sacrifice everything for all over again without a second thought.

When they meet later it’s Orpheus who’s the first to get to her, crashing into her with hurried feet and engulfing her and Melody both in his arms, covering her with kisses until Hades clears his throat, Junie reaching up to Eurydice with a bouquet of flowers as big as herself. Soon she’s surrounded, hugs and congratulations making their way to her in a bombing of love she hadn’t been prepared for-had never envisioned. When Persephone rejoins them she demands pictures. Eurydice can’t say no, follows direction as Persephone uses her access as a professor to get them access to somewhere more private-a room with tall windows, the school logo plastered on the wall. It had been a meeting room for the volunteers before the ceremony, and now she’d claimed it as their own photography location, setting their things down and making herself at home.

“You worked so hard! You earned this!” She pushes Eurydice to the window gently, adjusts the lighting on her camera before grinning from ear to ear. “Look at you, you sexy, accomplished mif!”

There’s a picture that Orpheus keeps in his guitar case, one he prints and hangs on their wall as well. Eurydice’s back is facing the camera, Melody’s head on her shoulder. She kisses the top of her head, eyes closed and lips turned in a soft, blissful smile. In this photo her cap is clearly visible, an unintentional caption to an otherwise candid photo. I did it for her.

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