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[asgardianhammer]

Emotional States & Their Elemental Manifestations

Notes & disclaimer: these manifestations can happen around him, it doesn't mean they always do. He actively tries to avoid tampering with the elements as much as possible, especially when not on Asgard, but some things can't be helped. The intensity of below also depends slightly on how drained of energy he is. It is a misconception that any and all elemental changes are caused by him, more often than not he allows nature to just be and do her thing.

1. Rage — The Red Tempest

Emotional State: Boiling fury, righteous or reactive; often protective.

Effects:

Sudden spike in barometric pressure.

Thunder that cracks sideways, splitting stone rather than echoing in clouds.

Lightning turns red or violet.

Winds that spiral inward, drawing energy like breath before a scream.

Mortals nearby often experience migraines or nosebleeds.

"When Thor is truly wrathful, the air forgets how to be."

2. Grief — The Hollow Gale

Emotional State: Deep mourning, ancestral sorrow, helplessness.

Effects:

Rain begins without clouds; sky appears clear but weeps anyway.

Lightning flickers weakly in patterns — never strikes, only trembles.

Wind speaks in low moans through the rafters of great halls.

Electrical fields distort around him — candles sputter, metal groans, birds flee.

"Grief makes the storm gentle, but it never lets it stop."

3. Joy — The Singing Sky

Emotional State: Pure delight, celebration, the roar of battle joy or the peace of laughter.

Effects:

Lightning arcs playfully between clouds without grounding.

The air feels ionized, sharp and sweet — like citrus and ozone.

Auroras sometimes appear at unnatural latitudes.

Thunder mimics laughter — deep, rolling, comforting.

"When Thor is happy, children dance in the fields without knowing why."

4. Anxiety — The Shiverstorm

Emotional State: Internal unrest, fear of failure, guilt masked as composure.

Effects:

Barometric instability — rapid shifts from calm to chaos.

Stormfronts flicker but do not commit: half-formed clouds, thunder with no follow-through.

Static crackles constantly in hair, clothing, fingertips.

Metal objects hum faintly near him; animals avoid him.

"When the Thunderer is uneasy, the sky mirrors his hesitation."

5. Depression / Apathy — The Dead Sky

Emotional State: Numbness, absence, soul-exhaustion.

Effects:

Absolute stillness in the air — no wind, no rain, no shift.

Lightning avoids him altogether.

Static charge disappears; his presence drains energy rather than builds it.

Clouds may gather but remain grey and flat, unresponsive.

"In these times, the storm does not leave. It just… waits."

6. Love — The Gentle Storm

Emotional State: Romantic or brotherly affection, connection, belonging.

Effects:

Warm summer rains that smell like crushed petals.

Lightning appears golden, silent, only visible in reflections.

Winds shift to carry his scent — sandalwood, iron, stormwater.

Plants have been known to bloom early after a moment of his true affection.

"When Thor loves, the weather does not fight. It exhales."

7. Focus / Warrior’s Calm — The Controlled Surge

Emotional State: On-mission, battle-ready, perfectly aligned between instinct and intent.

Effects:

Clouds organize into spirals, forming “eyes” that follow his movements.

Lightning strikes with mathematical precision.

Thunder rolls on exact intervals — used in war as a signal.

Air hardens around him, forming a barrier of pressure.

"To see Thor enter battle in full control is to watch nature salute its own general."

8. Despair / Self-Loathing — The Black Sky

Emotional State: When guilt and grief twist into self-directed scorn.

Effects:

Lightning strikes himself rather than the ground.

Skies turn dark without cloud — the light leaves by choice.

Water no longer runs near him — it retreats, curls away.

Thunder sounds like a scream cut short.

"The storm, once loyal, punishes its own master."

9. Resilience / Hope After Pain — The Rebirth Storm

Emotional State: The turning point after loss; healing in motion.

Effects:

Gentle rain, then sudden sunlight breaking through.

Lightning splits clouds like blades parting veils.

The scent of petrichor appears even before rain touches ground.

Rainbow refractions seen in puddles — not Bifrost, but echoes of light.

"The storm that follows his healing is the storm that grows things."

10. Thirst (Bad) — The Sorrowed Haze

Emotional State: Yearning, longing, ache for what cannot be.

Effects:

Cold and very thick rain, mist-hung clouds, fog hugs the skin.

No lightning or static present

Air clings like a memory

"The ache knows no expression but to pour outward."

11. Thirst (Good) — The Burning Bloom

Emotional State: Desire, magnetic pull, craving with joy.

Effects:

Warm, heavy rain, almost sensual.

Creamy and large cumulus clouds

Air clings like a memory

" Some desires burn and cannot fade until fully sated."

[pomelo-heart]

"Illusions in shadow"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎ ϟ ˖ ݁ 𖥔.Sakura Genjutsu AU.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎ ϟ ˖ ݁ 𖥔.

Pt 1. In which Sakura finds a loophole

“The existence of consciousness is both one of the most familiar and one of the most astounding things about the world."

The words jumped out at her, stalling her reading. It was a simple sentence on a piece of paper, yet it felt to Sakura as if she was uncovering a truth for the first time.

Which came first, the mind or the body?

As she twisted and tossed the thought in her head, a wave of chakra washed over her, tingling at the tips of her fingers, as if reminding her of its existence. Chakra was a shinobi's greatest weapon; yet few had studied enough theory of it to adequately manipulate it. Through the pile of books she had pored over, not one chakra theorist could claim themself to offer any comprehensive theory. It was still one of the mysteries of the world, neither mind nor body, and not quite both.

Could thoughts, attitudes and feelings be reduced to fundamental physical matter? At least two of them did; but what of the former?

In all her long twelve years of life, Sakura Haruno had experienced about multiple instances of dissociation between mind and body.

After all, her affinity and (recent) interest for genjutsu had taught her just how important subjugation of the mind could tilt the tide in battle. A shinobi could overpower their enemy by intercepting communication (and thus rendering the opponent factually blind), or misleading them to think all hope was lost.

Yet, sensor-type training had never been encouraged in her days at the academy, much less taught. Ninjutsu and taijutsu were all the craze.

Another realization hit her head-on, one that was perhaps more fundamental. A thought that had been running at the back of her mind for years: shinobi, who prided themselves on a rather outdated system of honour and duty, had yet to embrace any kind of conjunction at all between mind and body.

Putting significant effort into her training with Lady Tsunade meant that she had to not only physically build up her strength, but also fight daily against exhaustion, pain, failure, and even more so, her vast ignorance. A doctor's battlefield was a never-ending line of tents where knowledge and practical skills were erected as law. Every day, she had learned to push the mental and physical boundaries of her body, until her chakra became not only a physical manifestation of her vital energy, but also an effective, usable vector for her mind.

Yet how many of her classmates, other chunins, had healthy, well-adjusted lives? How many knew basic arithmetic?

She made a point of counting.

Baffling.

Whenever she suggested stress management to her shinobi patients, it was almost always met with a shrug and a face that suggested they definitely were not "considering it".

If anything, history had shown, three great wars and waves of mass psychosis later, that the shinobi world had an aversion to open communication, diplomacy, and work-life balance. Or, at the very least, an aversion to nurturing them with the same level of care put into drilling children to become weapons of mass destruction, all in the namesake of peace.

She kept reading.

"No conception of the natural order that does not reveal [consciousness] as something to be expected can aspire even to the outline of completeness.”

In other words: there was a lot of work to do.

Perhaps the world of shinobi was lacking something fundamental.

Research, for one. Sakura closed the book and set out to ponder about how she might bring change to the straight and narrow-minded village of the Leaf.

[wordarttmn]

I fed chatgpt some glitched text from a random text generator that i programmed ages ago. It didn't deem to get what I was aiming for but took it as a challenge to make better glitched text than me. It seemed to be having fun... and i like the output so here it is

Flørbz în les chαpeaux éclaté ☄︎, promenades sur βΛβelon d’étangs 🍃🪐, 𝒜𝓇𝓊𝓀𝒶 ou bien jaspèrent 𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖘𓆏𓇼𓈖. dans l’infini шляпа de pixels ᓚᘏᗢ, les routes d’émeraude tournɘɯɘɿ. Ἐὰὐῆ ἀλοσσυαρνές, toujours μέτα τὸν άνεμο Ϟ. Can't escape the けむり des marguerites qui dansent 𐰴𐰀𐰽𐰢, videtur les poissons chanter 💿✨. 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈 whisper 🜏🜍 sous la pluie fracturée, tandis que les portes oublient de se fermer...

blinζɨng lights ∆ scream into la noche̷̤͕̞̅͛̃͋ͅ, 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓈 burning 🧿☁︎ in a hollow thumbdrive. a song? no—just ℵ✲⟆ humming machines dreaming 𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖊 🜋. . . вчера было лучше, они сказали. but no one heard 📡𓏲𓍯, not even the bones made of wireless 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𒆜.

perdido en un jardín 迷子 🐉 where les étoiles chantent 🍃, μακριά απ' το χρόνο και τη γη. все было так просто, но теперь il n'y a que le vent. sotto il cielo bianco 🌫️,走って — sans but, sans voix, без мечты. 𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝑒? je suis encore là, 👁️ entre les plis du monde.

🚀🌿 wandering across the 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 📡 skies, fingers touching 🍰 memories that smell like ☔🐾. aiya 🛸 the fish 🐟 know secrets 🪞 but whisper only to the moons 🌙🌙🌙. jump 🤸‍♂️ run 🏃‍♀️ fall 💥 laugh 🌟 repeat 🔄🔄🔄. it's all made of marshmallows 🍡 and glass shards 💔. c'est la vie, non? 🥀🌈

les rues fondent sous les pas 𓆏𓏲𓂃☁️, couleurs coulent dans mes yeux 🎨, tout est glitché̶̥̿ ̵̥̔ ̷̤̿...

走る、でも風しか在らない。𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒.

no one told the flowers to stop singing 🥀🪐.

de repente, le ciel éclate en gifs 🖼️.

> error: no path found > buscar: 砂漠の中の魚

🕯️ someone dropped a candle in the sea, now the ocean smells like birthday cake 🫧🎂 — "joyeux naufrage," il murmura dans son sommeil.

andando pelos becos de vidro quebrado, i find a cat 🐈‍⬛ speaking latín: veni ad me si audes.

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

CAUTION: memories not guaranteed past this point 🪞🚧💭.

las palabras bailan, se resbalan, s'échappent entre les doigts — donde están mis recuerdos?

everything bends here: ⤵️ ⤴️ ⤵️ your name, your hands, la gravité...

μη φοβάσαι. il suffit de traverser 𓂃𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆜𓆡.

空っぽの街に雪が降る, slow and heavy like forgotten songs 🎶.

sometimes I wonder if the windows dream too 🌫️.

> boot sequence start...

[LOADING: memories_v0.bak]

...error404: dream fragment not found...

𓇼𓍊𓋼𓆉 the lights flicker 📡しずかな朝、でも世界は歪む。

INIT: /ghost/streets 🌐 %path lost% 🌑 walkingwalkingwalking//

[?] new entry: "a garden made of broken semicolons ;;; 🌿;;;"

✶ dancing with shadows 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 the static eats the stars ✶

fsck // corruption detected at node ✷βēŧŧą✷

`System message:`

> "there was a river here once... 🧿⸻ forgotten now."

⸻signal lost⸻ retrαcing αrtifacts from memory__**

＼(º □ º l|l)/

somos hechos de líneas rotas y palabras evaporadas 🜏.

glitch: σκιές στις ρωγμές του χρόνου...

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```echo '夢を見るコード'```

🛑 WARNING: nostalgia overflow detected 🛑

breathe in >> silver rain, out >> broken glass 🪞

dive 𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆜𓆡 into the black foam of forgotten seasons.

does it matter? *y quizás nunca lo sabremos...*

shutting down... ⸻ _good night, lost traveler_ ⸻

[SESSION TERMINATED]

⊹ SYSTEM LOG: ȶɦɛ ʄʀǟɢʍɛռȶֆ ǟʀɛ ֆɨʟɛռȶ ⊹

~rebooting/ / / but the clouds won't align 🜏

⠀̴̷̡𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕡𝕦𝕥: ⠀̴̷̡

【エラー404】 梦见了 空の街.

🌪⧉⧉🧿

!!!Σ error - strings unattached - please re-align memories !!!

__̴̶̷⎯⎯⎯⎯ : file path lost : shadow garden/███

𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 🍂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓾𝓹𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𓆈

ɯǝuʎɹǝʌǝ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ǝɔuǝʇuǝpɹǝɥ ǝʌɐɥ

_𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓭𝓮._

🜲 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 / 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 🌘

>>> " .noitcelfer ym fo daeh eht dniheb gnikool ma I" <<<

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[sinelanguage]

✎, ϟ -- last bit of Heavy Boots when robin goes like ok. kill him and sanji's completely thrown off (LMAO)

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

hah, lol-- not sure! I write for a big enough pair right now anon fic can be lost in the void and no one will ever know... best answer is I do have a lot of phrases that are fairly odd but I use a lot (like idk, emotions clawing at people, for some reason comparing people to prey animals, probably more)

so my best bet would be someone getting baffled at a weird idiom, seeing it again, and putting together the dots lol.

ϟ tell me what moment/scene in [fic] made you sicko in the window.jpg to read and i’ll tell you which scene made me feel that way to write

LMAO thanks that was genuinely fun to plan. writing multi-chapter has been a double edged sword because I don't write linearly enough for it to actually be viable normally, but I LOVE cliff hangers. chapter 1's was also great 2 me:

“That’s not quite right,” he states. He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and his chin in one hand. “Is it?” Denial starts in her throat. She’d hidden her past, long ago, buried it under the facade of the role she’s playing. The role that earned her the undeserved kindness she oh so yearned for. She’s wearing a dead man’s shoes and claiming a dead man’s title, and now she’s come face to face with the corpse himself. “Let me correct myself then,” says Mr. Ash Wednesday– rather, says Blackleg Sanji. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Demon Child Nico Robin.”

i don't get to indulge in cliff hangers nearly enough. it's great. I'm getting it out of my system.

[thaumatology]

✘▼ △☣ ☠ ♱ ϟ

✘ Have they ever committed a murder?

(discounting for the moment the large number of murders he has committed during his time as a Wight) Yes. Most of his kills are in self defense, and even when directly attacked he often does not fight to kill, but if someone threatens his friends or family and he thinks there is a danger they might do it again, he is fully willing to murder someone in cold blood to protect the people he cares about.

▼ What is their greatest fear?

Losing control of his magic and harming the people he cares about.

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

The hardest part about this question is naming only one lol. I think his first, really big regret though, was not being able to convince his half sister not to run away from their foster family or being brave enough to go with her. For a while he thought she ended up dying because of it, and then later when they reconnected as adults, he saw how difficult her life had been without any of the support systems he was able to find growing up, and he regrets not being able to be there for her.

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

He arguably sort of has, though it wasn't really a conscious choice. In terms of actually making that decision though, he would exhaust every other option first, but if nothing worked and he had no other choice then I think he would. It would absolutely destroy him, but he would do it.

☠ Do they fear death?

Yes, but not entirely for the same reasons as the average person. He certainly doesn't look forward to the idea of dying, but a big part of his fear comes not from the consequences for him personally, but what might happen with his body and his conduit after his death, a fear that has come true over his past year and a half spent as a wight after having his soul separated from his body during a magical accident.

♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

He isn't really sure, and he mostly doesn't think about it. Part of him hopes that it's nothing, that his soul will simply fade back into the universe and he will finally have a rest from all the things he has had to deal with his whole life, but he knows enough about how things tend to work out for him that he's not super optimistic on that front.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

Yes, but very rarely. He does have a capacity to be vengeful in him, but it requires something truly horrible to be done to him or someone he cares about to really bring it out, and once it passes he doesn't feel very good about having done it.

[deathinfeathers-a]

ϟ

Sleep had come easy ever since they engaged in their musical bout of soul-bonding in the garden. She was tired. Not tired like he was tired but tired nonetheless, so she was thankful that Sera managed to scrounge up enough sympathy, in spite of their insubordination, to grant her a few days off work. Adam would not be as quick to get back on his feet, though he had been cleared to recover at home after the full physical she had vehemently insisted on (because God knows he would not have sought it out on his own terms).

Between stints of fussing over him, she'd spent much of her time curled up in their nest, catching up on some much needed winks. She's only half awake when she feels his fingers traverse the uneven system of meandering rivulets etched in faded gold across the wintry landscape of her back.

The down bolstering the circumference of the bases of her wings fluffs up, a shiver skating down the length of her spine, which prompts an eye to peel itself open momentarily and regard his weary features fondly, before she scoots in closer, draping an ashen wing across his midsection.

"Hey you..."

Lute mutters into the pillows, unruly bird's nest of platinum locks partially obscuring her vision.

"Everything good? Need me to grab you something?"

[asgardianhammer]

[ ϟ ]— Within the Asgardian restlessness grows, the tension coiling in the god's insides beginning its expansion with a quick, sharp jolt to his stomach.

Even though the creature showed restraint and, oddly enough, the ability for tenderness whilst handling the petal, the uncertainty of it all was reason for thunderer's nervous system to respond, the doubt in him this Hulk would be able to contain the worst of his onslaught rising with ever step they had taken so far.

In the distance there is a distinct sound of deafening roaring, multiple shrieks that sound high-pitched following shortly after, and the faint was of pale blue light is already present in the god's eyes.

Mechanical could be broken, and biological could die; there was not even a fragment of fear in him, not even a sliver of what could be considered apprehension. What must be done always outweighing any concern the thunderer might feel in this moment.

Closing in on the noise there is an unconscious squaring of broad shoulders, a deliberate stiffening of wide-set frame and the grasp on his weapon.

' Mind the buildings, at the very least, if you are capable of that we can surely keep the damage to a minimum. '

".....I'll try. It's....hard. Everything hurts...."

The change, operating a massive body. Every part of him pushed beyond the absolute limit and his brain was constant on fire.

He felt raw, he felt aches...just being alive hurt more than anything right now....

Despite the chaos, life still found a way. Cherry blossoms bloomed, their pink petals like a mystical snow fluttering everywhere. The red beast reached up with his hand open, catching several in his palm.

The way he looked at them....he seemed to reminisce. A sad smile echoing across distorted features.

".....I used to take my daughter out to see the cherry blossoms. She loved them...."

Betty.....the pain dulled a little and the rage lessened. If he could just keep her in his mind.....he could maintain control. A control constantly on the edge of slipping away....

[electricalstemplates]

can I request both a system and alter template? if I can could they both please be long? and ocean themed if not I understand!

Here you are, sorry for the wait

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[asgardianhammer]

"I have sent it off I know not where."

[ ϟ ]—– For several prolonged moments, several labored breaths, young prince only stares, the words landing with a snap in his system. Sharp and sudden realization dawns on him, and with it comes a wash of concern.

' You - what?'

Exhaling then, a slow push of air through his nose, the pacing commences, a hand scrubbing through unruly hair, golden and wild strands even more disheveled now.

' ... Was it on purpose?'

There is no anger, only mild panic, gaze then fixed upon his brother with something of hope flickering in the bright ceruleans.

Never would he understand the finer workings of both mother's and Loki's Seidr; the weaving and crafting nature of their powers always were deeply mysterious, so incomparably different to his own that they appeared two opposite of a spectrum.

Still, the boy understood when mishaps were grave, and jaw ticks ever so slightly from the tension rising in his being. A single step forward is measured, tentative, not as a fearful warrior but as a sibling who remembered the way they comforted each other in times of deep fear and panic.

' It will be fine,' and it is spoken with conviction, riddled with stubbornness and feigned reassurance.

' We will find it, together. Whatever corner of the realm or fold of space it... disappeared to. We must speak to Heimdall at once.'

[asgardianhammer]

[ ϟ ]—– ' You are certainly not lost, only weathered. There is a difference.'

Something he understood quite well, an ache and grief that was no longer a wound but had settled as marrow in bone, certainly in the depths no healer could possibly reach. Always lingering somehow, visible in Logan behind the tired smile, perhaps even evident in the Asgardian's expression when he failed to keep features even.

The disappointment is clear in the human, the soft musing and shake of head speaking of the earnest emotion washing over the commander. Thunderer shares the sentiment, something thick and heavy sinking into the pit of his stomach momentarily, the dismissive tap on the screen placing a dent in the harbored hope. Another option lost, another name struck from the chart. There is no wince in the Asgardian at the loss, yet it was felt, profusely.

It does not last for long however; there are still many options and possibilities, still quite a few paths to follow still, and with a faint nod Thor makes assessment of the various planets that remain on display.

' Perhaps this one,' and lifted hand is moved to brush fingers lightly against the screen, a faintly glowing planet in the lower quadrant of the still available system now pulsing with green circles. ' It shines like something stubborn, refusing to dim. Seems very suitable.'

The jest is certainly weak, a poor attempt to offer them both relief from the disappointment, and needing to add further reassurance the god performs a gentle, very brief clasping of Logan's shoulder, connection lasting for a sliver of moment before both hands are settled on the god's hips.

' Which reminds me, I have been considering if the amounts of Seidr required can be adapted, to increase our odds. Granted I would have to... test out certain things on each planet as we reach it.'

A soft exhale then, thoughts that had scattered reeled into something more coherent.

' It is not that I wish to accept the bare minimum, my people deserve to thrive in the best possible circumstances. However, I must keep in mind that the best might not be as accessible as initially thought. '

Logan should've known that comment could not possibly pass Thor without being noticed. Yet he is no lesser for saying such a thing. For years it has been written and heard spoken in war hospitals to modern day sentiments about losing the family one earns alongside fellow soldiers. But honey brows arch the slightest moment and he nods, coming to terms with his answer to the god's observation he has every right to behold.

"One would say it is." Logan offers with a peek over at him, the light from the screens granting the both of them a soft luminescence in the otherwise darkness of the ship. "From time to time, I certainly think it is. But...then I have conversations like this and I wonder." A shrug of shoulders with the following tick of running a hand through his blonde hair, the thing he's simply done when he needs to move, self soothing as his therapist would say. "Maybe I'm not totally a lost cause." That comes out more lackluster than he could otherwise think anyone else saying it but nobody else has endured what he has.

They don't know what it means to live without your family. Such a massive loss is hardly recoverable as fast as his body was. Even now, within Thor's mannerisms, he sees some of his old companions, friends...but he hears the Asgardian speak and his voice seems to vibrate his clavicle, deep into his chest, penetrating tissue and blood. The feeling is both uncanny and comforting. A smile paints the Commander's face soon after, the thanks Thor offers sweet and natural.

"It's only the highest honor I can give. I care about you and your people, Thor. I only want the best for you all." Voice had gone soft and contented, and he allows gaze to linger on the god for a moment while the other is preoccupied with the scan. Eyes reluctantly turn to the screen as well, taking in the numbers, when he sees the red glow, and since Thor is closest to it, allows the other to make the screen transform before their eyes. Logan's heart and shoulders sink with an exhale, and he nods, pursing his lips in thought.

"Damn." Logan supplies on another exhale. "Could've been underground..." He muses softly as he extends a finger and toys with the screens and information overlays before shaking his head and with a sweeping gesture, the screen morphs into that of the star map they'd been working on. A tap blacks out the planet in question, leaving them with a handful more in this system. "Well...go ahead and pick one if you'd like. By morning the scan should be done."

[morningtomes]

*:･ﾟ✧ (screams into my hands over robins hidden insecurities and self loathing)

[confused-pyramid]

Masterlist

hi!! fics are listed by fandom :) all fics are with fem!reader unless otherwise specified

✦ = smut

Marvel ⍟

Only Tonight ✦: frank castle x fem!reader (Frank comes to you to get patched up after a rough night on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight it doesn’t go as planned) // 2.8k words

(Un)requited: matt murdock x fem!reader (Matt knows you love him, but he can't bear to put you in danger by being with you) // 1.1k words

Sweet Escape ✦: frank castle x fem!reader (Frank has been coming to you when he needs to let off steam, but after you are put in danger because of him, everything between you two changes) // 4.7k words

Heaven and Back ✦: priest!matt murdock x fem!reader (Matt had always found solace in his religion, but then he met you, and everything he thought he knew about his beliefs fell apart…) // 5.9k words

We'll Be Okay ✦: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader (A series of snapshots through your relationship with Peter) // 4.2k words

Maybe I'm Not Scared: frank castle x karen page (A few moments in time following the events of 1x10 of The Punisher) // 3.2k words

Harry Potter/Marauders ϟ

Sneaking Around ✦: young!remus lupin x potter!reader (You're James' little sister, so when you and Remus want some alone time at a party, you have to sneak away...) // 1.7k words

I Was Wrong ✦ : young!sirius black x slytherin!reader (Sirius always thought you were just like his family: ruthless and cruel. When he finds out how wrong he was, he also learns how similar hate and lust can be...) // 6.4k words

Take Me Where the Music Ain't Too Loud: george weasley x fem!reader (You've had a crush on your best friend's brother for ages, and he only seems to reciprocate when he's drunk...) // 4.3k words (part 1/2)

Save Me Till the Party is Over ✦ : george weasley x fem!reader (Spending the holidays at the Weasley's gets awkward after George drunkenly confesses his feelings for you) // 4.9k words (part 2/2)

Better Not To Give ✦ : draco malfoy x fem!reader (It’s your sixth year at Hogwarts and Draco has been acting different. The more he pushes you away, the more you try to hold on, but at what cost?) // 4.7k words

Criminal Minds 🖿

Back To You ✦ : emily prentiss x fem!reader (You get assigned to help out the BAU, forcing you to work with your ex-girlfriend, Emily) // 5.1k words

While I Breathe, I Hope ✦: aaron hotchner x fem!reader (Aaron doesn't let people in, but when you burrow your way into his life, he finds that even the worst moments don't hurt as much...) // 10.1k words

Anchor series: aaron hotchner x childhood bsf!reader (Hotch and his childhood best friend working together at the BAU: a slow burn across the seasons.) // 108.6k words

Miscellaneous

It's Always Been You ✦: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x fem!reader (As Iceman’s daughter, you and Rooster grew up together, but your friendship transforms when you are assigned to train for a dangerous mission that’s never been accomplished before) // 5.7k words

Derailed ✦: tangerine x assassin!reader (When Tangerine spots you in the middle of his mission on a bullet train, he gets entangled in your plans and loses track of his own...) // 2.8k words

Damage is Done ✦: rafe cameron x pogue!reader (You and Rafe hooked up when you first moved to the OBX, and he hasn't been able to get you out of his system ever since) // 8.6k words

Breaking Point ✦: art donaldson x fem!reader (You and Art were hitting partners (and a bit more) in college, so when you run into him a decade later at the U.S. Open, old sparks reignite) // 3.4k words

[queensconquest]

Anonymous said:  ☆ + Do you recognize the destructive power of JUNGLE? If so, why are you allowing it? (Nagare)

( SEND ☆ + A  QUESTION AND MY MUSE MUST ANSWER TRUTHFULLY )

   “  Power  is  just  power.  It  is  how  it  is  used  that  determines  if  it  is  destructive  or  not.  “  The  Green  King  answered  back  ,  his  expression  its  usual  neutral.  “  Destruction  can  pave  the  way  for  change.  Humanity  cannot  remain  stagnant  ,  but  should  continue  to  strive  for  innovation  and  change.  JUNGLE  seeks  to  bring  a  new  world  ,  and  with  change  comes  the  destruction  of  the  old  systems  to  give  rise  to  new  orders. ”

   “  Unless  you  meant  physical  damage.  In  that  case  ,  it  is  a  necessity.  Further  clarification  or  specifics  are  necessary  if  you  seek  more.  “

[oh-three]

✘ ▼ △ ✂ ☣ ☢ ☠ ¿♥ ϟ for any of the depressed horses, you can pick which (and feel free to add the Sixth Sister into the mix too)

✘ Have they ever committed a murder?

They're all insane, but none of Unit Arrel would go that far. Not while loyal to the Light Side of the Force...

▼ What is their greatest fear?

Rak- maybe not his greatest fear, but meeting with his Jedi Master again would be a nightmare come true. Getting tortured by Vader is another big one.

Vori- losing Rakesh, probably. There's never any romance between them (as I've already said, they're more of a brother-sister best friends type thing) but if Rak were to die...? That's the end of the world for her.

Brakan- of the war potentially reaching Coruscant. Of course, it does, and other things go down right around then, and he's not the only one among them far from happy.

Trohr- of the war. Of being called back out to fight in it, of it reaching Coruscant...The war plagues his nightmares. Poor kid.

Tindri- I'm not sure if she's really afraid of anything, but she definitely tries not to think about the fact that Jurr is getting up in his years and could pass at any time. She may pick on him, but he really is a father to even her.

Linaleh- of losing any of those in Unit Arrel. Especially of losing Trohr, Vori, or Brak. She's like a mother duck (is that how the saying goes?), herding them all around and watching over them.

Loktof- of the Republic falling. He hates the politics of it all, but he prefers the current system over its more tyrannical counterparts. The clone army is an unnerving thing to him.

Jurr- the fall of the Jedi Order, the fall of any of those within Unit Arrel. They're his life, and he's proud of how they've all changed and evolved since Cin tossed them into the chaos that is the Guard alongside him.

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

Rak- the fact that he got one of the worst masters possible. He regrets that he was never able to properly stand up for himself, that he was never strong enough to defeat his master.

Vori- losing touch with Rakesh (he also regrets it, but not as much as the stuff with his master).

Brakan- the whole thing about Maul killing Qui-Gon and the affects it had upon him for being the same species (even if he's Iridonian and not Dathomirian).

Trohr- watching his master's clone commander die in his place. It inflicted a lot of trauma upon him, having someone sacrifice themselves for him like that.

Tindri- ?????????? I feel like she'd have a lot of regrets.

Linaleh- whatever had happened in her past that made her so protective of the children of Arrel. I mean, it has to be caused by something.

Loktof- probably one of the times he accidentally injured Rak. Or their rivalry, how it most likely had started out as resentment for one another, how they never fully let go of it.

Jurr- he's an old man, he regrets a great many things.

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

Lightsaber? Lightsaber. Though Jurr wouldn't mind discarding it to forever rely upon the Force for protection.

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

Rak- this is a complicated one. Possibly. It would certainly depend on the circumstances and what's at stake, what era of his life he's in. He struggles to trust, to get close to people. If anyone were to betray that, oh, they'd be goners.

Vori- Never.

Brak- Couldn't hurt a fly.

Trohr- not on purpose, though I could see him doing it by accident in a major panic attack or such. An then he'd have even more trauma.

Tindri- would definitely joke about it, would never do it.

Linaleh- if she did, it'd be either Rak or Loktof. Their more blunt personalities annoy her when directed at the children.

Loktof- absolutely.

Jurr- only in self defense, and only if he had no other choice. He'd never act on malice himself.

☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation?

Rak- 100%

Vori- only if she stuck by Rak and got lucky.

Brak- probably not. If he did, he'd never be the same.

Trohr- he definitely has the ability to. His experience on the field in the Clone Wars gives him an advantage.

Tindri- Maybe. Someone might kill her for her sarcasm, though.

Linaleh- Nope. She'd be the one to sacrifice herself so the others could get away.

Loktof- would probably get himself killed with his aggression toward others.

Jurr- since when did the mentor figure ever survive? Obi-Wan in the OT, Doc Brown in BTTF before Marty changed the timeline, Wu when the Great Devourer swallowed him early on in LEGO Ninjago (though he technically didn't die)...

☠ Do they fear death?

Rak- Take a guess? 😅

Vori- Nope. She'd be too optimistic about surviving to be afraid.

Brak- has a similar mindset to Rak in there being things more frightening than death, but he still fears it nonetheless.

Trohr- same as Brak.

Tindri- Not really. She genuinely doesn't care all that much about it.

Linaleh- not for herself, but for others.

Loktof- Nope.

Jurr- same as Linaleh. Though he has a bit more self-respect than she does for herself.

¿ Are they easily frightened?

Rak- Nope.

Vori- Depends. Jumpscares? Definitely.

Brak- Yes.

Trohr- Also yes.

Tindri- I swear she's fearless. 😂

Linaleh- she's like a mother watching her five-ish year old fall over.

Loktof- also pretty fearless.

Jurr- not easily frightened, but is capable of being frightened far more than Rak, Tindri, Linaleh, and Loktof.

♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness?

Rak- not as a Jedi.

Vori- could never.

Brak- literally incapable of it.

Trohr- Nope.

Tindri- yes, but only in pranks. When she's particularly pissed, she's meaner with them.

Linaleh- hasn't but totally would.

Loktof- every time he looses control when he and Rak spar.

Jurr- when he was younger, maybe. But not in a very long time.

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

Rak- But of course!

Vori- Nope.

Brak- he'd be sick to his stomach if he did.

Trohr- he certainly would have turned out that way had Unit Arrel not saved him from the war.

Tindri- with her pranks, definitely. It's part of why she does them, boredom and humor aside.

Linaleh- if they hurt the kids, then yep.

Loktof- always.

Jurr- Never.

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