#…..I just realized that not only does riddle gain color when he joins the others. the others have red in their wardrobe when riddle joins

[tamagochiie]

Hi!! Could I request a hc for my man Levi Ackerman where he has been crushing on the reader for a while now but thinks he doesn’t really have a chance because she’s just so beautiful, kind and a little on the younger side. And he doesn’t really think that someone like her could ever be interested in someone like him. Then those toughts only get bigger as he sees how much time she spends with Jean or Eren or someone. And then some sort of drama is happening which eventually leads to this dramatic confession from both Levi and the reader. Hope that’s not too long? Have a great day!

First of all, I am SO sorry this request took so long to reply to. I was in a really bad headspace when I first got this, and I couldn’t write it properly at the time. But here I am now! Also, I got waaaay too into this, so I apologize that it’s a little long... 

Move My Mountain ; Levi Ackerman 

Levi Ackerman is nothing short of confidence and pride; insecurity scurries back into the shadows at the sight of him.

But you are sunshine and hope—all the good things in life wrapped in a lilting laugh, tucked in the corners of your lips when you smile, and the twinkling in your eyes;

Just the sight of you makes his title as “Humanity’s Strongest” fray at the edges and wither away, and it irritates him to no end. 

Of all the ugly his eyes have seen and horror his ears have heard, its you that has him weak in the knees, you are a sharp contrast to the stoic man.

You’re young, youthful, and promising—all the things Levi is not. 

Levi is many things, but worthy to feel the warmth you radiate as you walk into any room, a room that he might find himself lingering around in, is not one of them. 

Levi may be sharp, attentive, and quick on his feet (quite literally). But it takes him an embarrassingly substantial amount of time to realize his feelings for you—that no, he does not hate you, but rather he finds himself completely smitten over you.

He realizes he always has been since the first time he saw you as a cadet. You weren’t entirely talented, and your skills were questionably underdeveloped, but you had heart and you were just as determined and fiery as your counterparts. 

Levi looks forward to seeing you persevere during trainings; but he likes it better whenever you waltz into his office and assist him in paperwork he can clearly take care of on his own. 

And you find yourself feeling comfortable around the Captain, entertaining him through small talk or sharing a few fun facts with him that always leave him dumbfounded. 

Not that he’ll show it. 

He’s quite kind to you, and though you found it off-putting at first, you had eventually grown comfortable to it. You even found yourself growing selfish, wanting more and more after each visit. 

However, unbeknownst to everyone save for Erwin and Hange, Levi Ackerman is petty as he is incredibly violent. 

There’s a twinge of jealousy in his chest and a twitch in his eye whenever he sees Jean joined to you by the hip. He’s aware of the history you two share, being childhood friends and choosing to join the Survey Corp together after the attack on Wall Rose. 

But it doesn’t stop jealous seeping out of Levi like a waterfall. 

He hates it when he catches Jean ghosting around you, dipping down to you a little too close for comfort whenever he talks to you, so Levi’s patience snaps like a twig and he crinkles his nose in disgust, steam rising from him when he watches Jean throwing his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest while you laugh at his jokes. 

A line has been crossed. 

Unfortunately for Jean, though his actions meant no harm, he’s drowned in piles and piles of work within the following week. Levi has him carrying extra weight, makes him run more laps to his knees shake, and riddles him with questionable work from dusk til dawn. 

And just when things die down and the tide of Levi’s jealousy pulls back, it’ll come rushing back in when he catches Jean do another thing like leaning his head on your shoulder after a day’s worth of training. And it begins to bother you, picking at your skin until you can longer keep quiet and watch your friends suffer. 

You’re in the middle of handing Jean your bottle of water (because Sasha chugged all of his in one breath) when Levi cuts in. Maybe it’s the heat of the sun that casts over the training ground, or maybe its the fact that once again, Levi’s jealous has once again gotten the best of him and he’s playing it off as frustration for the whole squad. 

Whatever it is, there’s steam rising off as he glares at you and Jean. 

Levi clears his throat, arms folded across his chest as he taps his foot, “If you have time to drinking other people’s water, Kristien,” Jean chokes on his water when he realizes Levi’s presence, quickly saluting him, “then you’ve got time to do laundry.” 

Jean’s eyes widen, jaw slacking. “B-But I already did that yesterday, S-Sir.” You watch as Levi pulls his brows down, narrowing his gaze intensely as he strides up to Jean. He shifts uncomfortable under Levi’s inspecting eyes and clears his throat to try and gain some composure. 

“That’s the great thing about laundry,” Levi grits, “it always piles up, so why don’t you hurry the fuck up and fuck off.”

However, Levi’s plan to wedge you to apart because you offer yourself to help. 

You may be bubbly and full of life, and some may mistake your soft nature as someone naive and gullible, but you read the room easier than anyone. For the first time, Levi finds himself silenced; throat dried as if sawdust had been shoved into his throat, and he watches you saluting to him before excusing yourself along with Jean. 

Unluckily for you, you become the target of his boiling rage. He’s ticking like a clock, the countdown to another outburst lingering in the air. It’s your turn to be buried in the extra weight of chores and responsibilities, doing more laps and push ups than you can manage. But you never complain, not even once.

Not until Levi strips you and Jean from the opportunity to go out on an expedition and traded off for laundry. 

“I’ve had it!” You boom as you uncharacteristically lose composure, shoving the basket of dirty laundry to the side and causing Jean and Armin to flinch. “I’m gonna do laundry—laundry instead of joining the expedition? You’re kidding!” 

Levi had overworked you painfully til your knees shook and your head felt dizzy, and at some point you wondered if was still training you or if it had any ulterior motive.

“I’m only the barer of the news!” Armin defends, visibly shrinking as you slowly grow unhinged. 

“Then I’ll talk to him!” Jean steps in front of you, looking at you warningly as his chest heaves. “Jean, go away.” 

“No,” He’s firm, headset in stopping you. “Make no mistake, the man is short, but he’s scary as hell. You saw him when he beat the shit outta Eren.”

“I can take a punch,” You state dryly, “now move.” 

You place your arm on Jean’s shoulder, gripping it tightly before swiftly shoving him to the side, causing him to skid on the floor.

Determination drips from every step you take out the room and down the corridor. Your eyes directed towards one door and one door only. You wind past other captains and cadets, not bothering to even take a glance at them as you finally close in on Levi’s office. 

You storm in, not even thinking to knock. You’re met with wide eyes and looks of disbelief from Erwin, Hange, and Levi; they were in the middle of a meeting when you barged in. Erwin’s jaw slacks, his brows pull down as he looks at you quizzically, “Cadet—What are you—”

“You.” You seethes, breathing heavily as you glare at Levi. “Why am I assigned to do laundry instead of joining the expedition?” 

Hange and Erwin turn back to Levi with an alarmed expression painted on their face, as if they were only hearing this for the first time. “Surely, that’s not true,” Erwin chuckles lightly as he grips his hands on the armrest of the chair, shifting uncomfortably underneath the thick tension between you and Levi, “Levi, is this true?” 

“It might be.” He answers dryly, a bored expression in his dark eyes as he glares back at you, “But I’m sorry, am I supposed to be answering to you? Who the fuck do you think you are interrupting a meeting?” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Your new found confidence not only shocks them, but most importantly you. 

You always kept yourself in your place, never needing to be reminded who you are and what you’re meant to do, always biting your tongue and cheek when you’re angry. You never caused any trouble, but always slyly getting your friends out of it. 

That is, until now. 

“Excuse me?” Levi looks at you in bewilderment. 

“What the fuck does doing laundry have anything to do with saving humanity?” You repeated, balling your fists till your knuckles color white. “I’m one of the best and you know it, yet I’m wasting my time cleaning Reiner’s DIRTY UNDERWEAR EVERY DAY.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re one of the best.” Levi is cold as the first winter of the year, looking completely unfazed by flow of your emotions. But you are, indeed, one of the best, nearly surpassing Mikasa. 

Not that he’d ever admit to it.

“Why am I staying behind?” You press, raising your voice as you take a few steps closer to the desk. 

Unfortunately, Hange and Erwin stay in the crossfire of your argument. They’re unsure when to take the beat to get up and leave.

They worry they missed that opportunity a while ago. 

“It’s dangerous and you’re not ready,” Levi clips. 

“I’m ready and you’re just taking your anger out on me!” You counter, “You don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been taking your anger out on Jean and now on me?” 

“You made us work to the bone, but we persevered. We pulled through. So, if I can handle Reiner’s sweaty laundry, then I can handle saving humanity. Grow a pair and let me back in on the expedition.” 

“No.” Levi is stern, the grip in his pen is tight and his knees locked in as his ability to stabilize his emotions withers. 

“Why not?” You groan, throwing your head back. “Because it’s dangerous.” He states matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“WHY DO YOU CARE IF ITS SO DANGEROUS?” You’re yelling, breaths labored and chest constricting as your frustration grows. You’re completely unhinged and with little to no care in the world how you look like to everyone in the room. Levi bangs his fists against the surface of his desk, swiftly standing from his chair. Erwin and Hange flinch at his sudden aggression, exchanging looks of surprise. 

“BECAUSE IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO YOU, I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT I WOUDL DO.” 

Silence falls on the room and after a moment, everyone stands on their toes as they reflect the confession that slips Levi’s lips just moments ago. 

You, Hange, and Erwin look at Levi wish a slack jaw and a puzzled expression. 

“I don’t—“ You swallow thickly and take a deep breath, “I don’t understand what you mean… Why would you—”

“Hange,” Erwin calls out to his friend softly as he clasps his hands together, “I think this is the part where we leave.” 

Hange pouts her lip begrudgingly, “But—“ 

“Now.” Against her will and her wishes for juicy gossip, Hange mirrors Erwin’s actions as he rises from the chair and a hunched position and swiftly scurries out the room. 

You and Levi stand in a thick blanket of silence. Levi is a man of many words, though most are painted in aggressive and backs up his violent tendencies, so he admits his worries about someone and that someone being you, it means everything. 

It comes as a shock—a shock that feels electric and runs down your spine, you feel like you’ll lose your breath. “Why…why would you care?” You come down from your anger and the thumping of your heart calms down. “I don’t—I really don’t understand….” 

Levi licks his lips as he loosens his grip; for the first time you can see him clearly without having to second guess it. He shudders a breath as takes a step back from his desk, the chair scrapping against the floor as he abandons the paperwork and slowly yet surely walks to you. 

You grow tense and the budding anticipation in your stomach spreads through your body and up your throat. It’s only until Levi is a few steps away that you finally tear your eyes from him, dancing around the room desperately looking anywhere but him.

Levi halts his movement, only within an arm’s reach away from you. “I’m not good with words,” He admits in a mutter, more to himself than to you, “but I—I would like to be honest because you make me want to be honest.” 

Levi’s gaze wavers along with the rest of him; his arms fall limp , his hands clammy as he twiddles his fingers to ease the fear hammering in his chest. “I have…” Levi speaks softly, a sharp contrast to how he usually his. His voice comes out dry and gravelly as if he had just woken up. 

“I can easily read others as if I was looking at the back of my hand, and I know  when people feel things…But it took me forever to understand what I felt for you and when I finally caught up with it, I didn’t—I don’t know.” 

Hesitantly, as if you were scared to see something contradicting his words, you meet his eyes and you gasp. He’s looking right at you, eyes full of certainty yet wavering in his doubt that he’ll ever get a chance with you.

“What do you mean?” Your words come out so quiet, Levi almost misses it. “What don’t you understand?” 

“Out of all the things I’ve seen and heard, and all the blood my hands have been stained in, you move me.” 

He steps a little closer and you find yourself holding your breath, “You move me.”  

You don’t know what to say. You scan through your memories, all the ones that you had with him and try to remember what you felt. And maybe you did feel something for him, something more than just cadet and captain, but you never let yourself think too far from it. 

You were scared to let yourself fall, but for some odd reason, Humanity’s Strongest was letting him fall on his knees for you.  

You can’t help but smile and your eyes glistening as you take the final step to close the proximity between the two of you. “

If you’re saying what I think you’re saying then,” You sigh as you close your eyes, your breath fanning against Levi’s cheeks, “don’t be shy to move a little more and show me what you mean.”

 Levi’s takes a moment, studying the look in your eyes as he calculates his movements. He feels excited, but fear pulls the rug beneath his feet and all of a sudden he finds himself more scared of you than any mission he’s even been in. 

You hold his face in your hands, smiling at him. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” 

And just like that, your words egg him on and have him pushing all his doubt behind him.

 Levi’s lips are soft against yours, the kiss is gentle yet eager to go deeper. He’s reluctant to cage you in his arms, but when he feels you smile against his lips and how your arms wind around his neck, he realizes he’s eases in. 

Levi Ackerman has seen all the uglies in the word, and had his heartbroken one too many times to count, but you are the only one that moves him. 

[lightneverfades]

What if instead of Sylvie, Loki falls in love with a variant called Lok that looks exactly like him throughout the series, but experiences the same loneliness and devastation of being ‘the dangerous variant’? 

When they get to He Who Remains’s fortress, they fight. And what occurs after is all the more... chaotic.

x

Fic

“Trust me... you don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, I think I do. Can’t you see the TVA has hurt us, hurt you? He’s taken everything from us. And now you want to simply abandon the mission?” Lok speaks and the Loki can see the clear hurt in his eyes. His grip on the sword tightens.

“I know they did. But what if by killing him we risk unleashing something even worse? The balance of the universe is at stake.” 

Lok sneers at him, “And when was the balance of the universe ever your problem?” 

Anger flared in Loki and fought against the calm he was trying to maintain throughout this conversation. “When you became a part of it.” 

“Sentimentality,” Lok spat, “You think you can flatter me? The only thing that should matter is the mission.” 

“All I’m suggesting is that we take a minute to think about it.”

Emerald green eyes, a direct contrast to Loki’s crystalline blue, looked at him incredulously. The curves of Lok’s lips curled downward into a frown. 

“What was I thinking, trusting you?”

“You can trust me,” Loki whispers, but he could see every ounce of reason in Lok’s face was gone. The act was swift and he had only mere seconds to dodge Lok’s sword before he was making his own move, swinging the sword his younger self had given him for this mission. The mission. 

They’d been so adamant on finding out the truth behind Alioth, behind the TVA and who had wronged them. But how could Loki have known that the man behind the veil would not only be the one who orchestrated this whole mess but had also been the one who maintained some resemblance of order? 

And Lok... Loki had met him only a few days ago, and yet he felt an infinite connection with the variant like nothing he’d ever felt before. The first time he felt it, he didn’t want to acknowledge it. Lok was ridiculously stubborn, angry and unpredictable, like himself. But he was also sensitive and kind when he wanted to be. Loki saw it first hand when he’d been injured in the blast after their failed attempt to board the Ark. The rubble had fallen over him and it was Lok who had gripped his shoulder and pulled him out of it. 

“Stay still, I can’t heal you if you won’t stop squirming,” Lok snarled, which Loki noticed he did a lot. 

“I am trying!” Loki protests, as he lets the variant heal the deep cut that had pierced through his stomach. Fortunately it had missed his vital organs, but it still hurt like Hel. And Lok’s magic, whatever it was, was not working fast enough. The green light that poured into his wound knit through the damage.

“You’re not. I can take more pain then you’re enduring under my touch,” Lok spoke, and Loki looks up to meet the variant’s eyes. Apart from the different eye color, Lok was like looking straight into a mirror. Same facial features, expressions, the way Lok furrowed his eyebrows also made Loki wonder if that was how he looked when he was concentrating intently on something. Or the way his lips tightened.

With a final hiss, the wound sealed itself and Loki felt the pressure Lok was applying on his stomach disappear, as well as the hand that had been touching his neck. He felt its loss, the warmth of it, and he felt a little unsteady. It was probably the blood loss, and the fact that they were going to die anyway. 

“I don’t know why you insisted on healing me when we’re going to die,” Loki spoke softly, looking up at the sky. They’d dragged, or rather Lok had pulled Loki, out of the city and into an abandoned pond area. Remnants of the meteors from the dying planet about to impact against Lamentis flew straight down, burning around them.

“I...” Lok doesn’t finish his sentence, but Loki can see something in his eyes that makes him understand. You didn’t want to die alone, Loki thought, realizing that he didn’t want to die on his own as well.

In spite of the imminent death that hovered over them, Loki found himself feeling safer and calmer then he felt in a while. If this was the end, then at least I went down fighting...

Loki sees Lok shudder, and Loki gently takes Lok’s hand. The look of surprise in the variant’s face almost makes him laugh, but his smile had already reached his eyes. “I know.” 

“We never survive...” Lok speaks, and the defense mechanism, the usual growl or retort at the end of his usual conversation slips. And that’s when Loki sees him, really sees Lok for the first time. The fear, the regret, the pain, the aching sadness of a life unfulfilled. Lok’s entire life from the day he was on the run was riddled with bitterness and disappointment. All of that was absorbed and reflected in his viridescent eyes. “We’re destined to lose.”

“We may lose,” Loki says and he takes Lok’s hand in his, weaving his to the other man’s. That same buzz of energy and warmth he’d felt was back, thrumming through his hand. “But we never die. There’ll always be a Loki. Always.” 

Lok tightens the fingers interlocking with his, and Loki feels what he could only imagine was an earthquake shake his entire core. It could have easily been the ground starting to shudder beneath him, but he felt something inside of him blossom in him that was unfamiliar. Warm. Comforting. 

And Lok. Loki saw the faintest of smiles finally grace those lips that had been so used to frowning with disappointment.

I wish I’d met you sooner, Loki thought, and that was his only regret as the world roared around them, smoke flourishing from all sides as the meteor hit the planet’s surface...

They would have died that day, if Mobius hadn’t found the strange Nexus Event occurring on screen. “The Nexus Event the two of you caused... how did you do it?” Those had been Mobius’s words as the TVA agents strapped the Time Collars on their necks and pulled them away from each other.

That had been then. And this was now.

“You said you wouldn’t betray me!” Lok screams as he swings his sword with quick precision, the tip scratching Loki’s arm. It was a knick, a warning, Loki knew it. 

“I’m not!” Loki shouted and swung to the other side as Lok pulled a chair with his magic and shot it back in his direction, green sparks flying around him. 

A frustrated snarl escapes Lok’s lips as Loki appears before Loki and grabs him, locking them together in a tight and forced tangle of arms, each of them holding the edge of their blades right on their necks. 

“You’re a liar! You only ever wanted the throne. You pretended to care, but what can you hope to gain from befriending me? Nothing! I’m nothing to you!”

“No, Lok, that’s not true-”

“Then you’d have joined me and we’d have taken him down before he even spoke a word! But you chose your side, Loki. And it’s not with me.”

“Maybe he’s lying!” Loki says, “But maybe he’s not!” 

“I. don’t. have. time. for. this!” Lok hisses, pushing forward and Loki grits his teeth, the edge scraping his neck.

“We won’t have time for anything, not if he’s right!” 

Lok’s eyes burn him, the ice cold anger that lights up within them causes Loki to flinch. He’s knocked back with a kick to the abdomen and it knocks the breath out of Loki. It’s enough for Lok to run straight in the direction of He Who Remains.

The world seems to slow down as Loki conjured his seidr to appear right at the very moment when Lok crashes into him, his blade slicing through his chest. A pained cry escapes Loki. The sword slips from Loki’s fingers, clattering to the ground. 

“Stop...” 

Loki meant to reach out slowly to Lok, but his attempt fails as he collapses forward, slumping as the sword still embedded into his chest digs deeper. He lets out an agonized cry, and he sees the anger in Lok’s eyes slip away, quickly turning to regret.

“Loki, oh Hel, what have I done,” Lok whispers as he pulls the sword out of Loki. Loki leans forward, losing his step and he feels Lok grab him. He’s kneeling on the marble floor beside Lok, who’d knelt beside him, holding him upright, his hand already reaching out to heal the damage he’d caused. 

“Why are you always in my way...” Loki hears it, very subtly, being spoken under Lok’s breath and he lets out a weak laugh.

“Because you are my way.” 

Loki doesn’t think, only acts, as he leans closer and this time, he’s not just doing it because his body feels heavier or colder and was drawn to Lok for the warmth. His lips crushed into Lok’s because he needed it. He wanted Lok, desperately. He’d felt the connection in Lamentis when they were about to die. And he had felt it ever since he knew that they were one and the same. In spite of what fate had in store for them, the universe had brought them together. My Lok, always my way, my path, my alternate future. 

Lok let out a shocked breath, and Loki thought he might almost break away, but the relief is paramount when Lok’s other hand finds its way up his neck and brushes through his tangled hair. Lips part and they are well matched in their desperation and desire for connection, the pull and taste of each other irresistible. If it weren’t for the agonizing thrum of pain in his chest, Loki would never have parted. 

But he does, and when Loki meets Lok’s gaze, his eyebrows furrow in confusion when Lok looks at him with an expression that puzzles him. 

“Loki... your eyes...” 

Loki feels a tingling sensation around his temples, and it spreads. He feels the heat, mingling among the pain.

“The universe is breaking apart, kids. Time to make up your minds. Or it’ll make it for you,” He Who Remains speaks from the background. “See? It’s choosing Loki.”

“What are you doing to him!” Lok snarls, and He Who Remains sighs.

“The branches, see, they’re alive. Just like you and me. And they want to be stable. They want a new person that can continue my life’s work. Free will is a lie. It always has been.”

“Lok, no,” Loki tries to grab Lok, but his body was weak. Even as he tried to tug at Lok’s leather bound arm, he knew his hold will not last. The euphoria he had felt moments ago is replaced with dread. Had he done the right thing? What was He Who Remains talking about? Was he being chosen to take over already, even if it meant he was an unwilling participant in this grand scheme of things? Maybe that was why he’d survived...

“I am not letting you become the thing I’ve been training my whole life to destroy!” Lok says and he pulls free from Loki. 

This time the sword does not miss its aim, sinking deep into He Who Remains. The man slumps into his chair, but not before whispering the words that caused Loki to shiver. “Got you.” 

[blankdblank]

Blue Eyes

Prompts 47/48

@sdavid09​

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“What use are you to this team?” On paper it would seem innocent but from the still battered and exiled Prince Loki punished by helping his brother’s friend formed team of idiots the words were seeping with acid. Everyone had made their usefulness clear while he was stuck with you, only all those little questions about the crew could be answered by paying closer attention.

One main joke, one main running theme was do not anger the white rabbit, a tip of a hat towards the Monty Python sketch but any who seemed to anger you since joining the team would find themselves up to the strangest of things.

Who made those adverts for the school children posed as Cap?

Who posed as Bucky, Sam and Hawkeye in that calendar for charity in such high demand they sold out in mere minutes online?

Who on earth has managed to find the time for the Doctor Strange to have posed for a group of third grade art students who had written so many crayon scrawled letters for weeks?

The answer, you. Well, not you exactly. It could be small, tiny, if you had a miserable day or stubbed your toe just the right way and they took the last piece of toast you would never take in case another person would want it they would find themselves talk of the media for their next good deed. So the real question coming up, was what next would Loki do?

He clearly didn’t want to be your partner and so taking the helm of the jet you could hear his muttering that at least you had some use to the team yet when you landed and he saw you swiveling your seat around to pull out a clipboard he stood looking you over as each of the team stood huffing and shaking their heads heading for the open hatch.

Poking him in the arm Sam said to the Prince, “I get shot I’m punching you Prince or not!” Shaking his head and moving forward, “Walking into a maze of gunfire oh let’s go and piss off the White Rabbit!”

Without a buddy to pair up with Loki stood looking you over only to hear you say, “Don’t go wasting time staring at me Prince Loki. What else could I possibly be good for other than guarding the ship?” waving your hand to shoo him out joining Vision and Wanda’s duo he remained in place as you got to marking off the checklist, “Don’t be jealous I get the list you get to be shot at blue eyes.”

Hesitantly he stepped off the jet halfway flinching at the hatch closing behind him realizing what he had done. You weren’t doubted, he had shouted that to himself internally. He merely wanted to keep you safe. Something about you gave off a sense of wariness to others, almost siren like, beckoning others towards you but also away knowing there was something hidden deep below the surface a danger to any who crossed you. It was curious why you had that nickname other than the pocket watch you kept on you while your hair seemed to shimmer with ebony locks speckled with odd blue and white in each tight curl almost like black opals. Along with eyes that shifted between green and purple depending on the angle one observed them from. Oddly enough appearance alone was enough to draw him in but once he heard your voice, as if it had called to him a million times in his dreams all since his childhood, he knew he had to keep you safe. Only intentions are best left to when you haven’t been pummeled by a giant green radioactive personality to an otherwise amiable scientist.

Sure enough his doubles had made easy work of the lock systems and getting the group through a series of hidden traps, until they didn’t and Bucky’s metal arm bumped a pen off a table that dropped right through a hidden array of laser alarms that had been signaling the agents on the other side of the walls that were about to drop. The sudden flash of a white bounding ball of light taking the shape of a white rabbit drew the Prince’s eye and before Nat could grab the com button to call you the walls dropped and the group lifted their weapons only to glance around at the clearly frozen agents.

“Seriously Buck?”

The question had the Winter Soldier waving his hands at his sides in a huff replying, “I bumped a pen.”

Now a glimmering ball of light hinting that your body was still on the jet to the Prince you lifted a finger, “You don’t touch anything, if there’s a skeleton with jewelry or a pendant of any sort you don’t touch it. If there’s a table of food in the middle of an empty room,”

Sam shook his head, “You don’t touch that. Nope, nuh uh, cuz then creepy naked wrinkly man with eyeballs in his palms is gonna come out and eat you like the little fat greedy kid you are.”

Steve, “What?”

Peter, “It’s Pan’s Labyrinth, we can watch it when we get back. Brush up on your Spanish.” Nodding at his assigned buddy who looked to you again.

“You don’t ignore your reflection in old mirrors. Don’t insult cats or owls, always follow rabbits. And more than anything, you ever find a room with a box in the middle of it, don’t touch the box.”

Loki’s brows furrowed, “What sort of danger could the box prove if it is alone?”

“What couldn’t it?” Your brows inched up, “Answer me that silver tongued Prince?” You said sticking your tongue out at him in your walk past him guiding the others through the groaning agents Quicksilver was snatching things off them that would be needed later.

The rest of the mission you ghosted through with the confused Prince trying to work out what you were doing exactly. Clocks had frozen but the agents along the way seemed to be held in place painfully and fully conscious of who was moving past them with any system to be used acting at regular time so you weren’t truly freezing time. There were no ice charms and every reflective surface seemed to give off a different image in your place of another face from the crowd of guards. Three checks of your watch unseen on your glowing self but still with your body and your glowing double vanished leaving the group to their own way out. Eventually being a leaf from a tall window into the open hatch of the jet you hovered there.

Behind you Loki sat for the five hour flight trying to first think of what to say to patch what he had done. “Does the box explode?”

Glancing back over your shoulder you replied, “I think you’re missing the point.”

“I would be far more wary of a box that could explode.”

“It could do a great many things, one doesn’t know, hence the reason to leave it alone.”

“Not a very good reason to be wary.”

“A million tales hold the same hidden trinket of a theme, great fear of the unknown.”

“Why fear the unknown?” He retorted twirling one of his daggers between his fingertips above his lap rocking a knee side to side.

“You should know the answer.” That had his eyes lifting to the back of your chair, “So quick to refuse me my spot on the team when you still haven’t asked me my name? To think you’re the brother with manners is astounding at odd moments.”

“Everyone else said your name, perhaps I should have still introduced myself, however, how was I to know you were useful?”

“Same way to find out if the box would explode or not.” That had him smirking and rolling his eyes, “I take it you are used to being thrown across a room blue eyes? Since you seem so keen on explosions.”

“With a brother like Thor who wouldn’t be used to explosions?”

“So you take your sibling rivalry out on me then?”

“It is no rivalry. I am far superior and fit to rule over Thor.”

“I don’t believe Thor wants to be ruled, part of why he’s hiding here.” Making him smirk again.

“I see what you are doing, twisting my words.”

“If you don’t mean them then don’t say them blue eyes.”

“Is the color of my eyes significant?”

“Depends who you would ask I imagine blue eyes.”

While the others slept he continued to try and dig his way out of his verbal maze with you only to have you slip away from his intended topic by his own verbal shift guiding you another way. Proving to be his most difficult opponent yet, and once you got back his confusion only grew more as you slumped in your seat and Bucky came over to pick you up as your body shifted into a large white rabbit he carried into the tower to your apartment luring the confused Prince behind you eyeing you in your sleep.

At breakfast he’d hoped to see you again only to catch the smirks of the others but it would be four days with only rare glimpses of you between trips through the tower until he would see your pay back. It seemed the Prince was on quite the tour of stops to rebuild his image. A school stop here, a public appearance there, all for good causes he certainly couldn’t openly object.  Though the more he saw your double of him giving an impressive side to his public persona for these mortals it only stirred up the question of why.

.

“Could you explain why you have been impersonating me?” he asked behind you as you entered the kitchen post shower in your pajamas looking for a snack before bed.

“Are you so certain it wasn’t you a those events?”

“You will not weasel your way out of this.” He said following you to your room noticing the double of him you cast to peel your orange for you with the dagger taken from the real Prince.

“I am no weasel blue eyes.”

“Forgive me only rabbit does not have the same connotations to the term. And you still have not answered me on what the significance of my eye color was.”

“Was, is, blue today, blue tomorrow, what does it matter what it matters?”

His brows furrowed curiously as it tapped something deep in his memory he couldn’t place. “Riddles, again you speak in riddles.”

“Oh no, I do not speak in riddles, but I could, if you wished me to.” You said smirking in a turning glance at him as his double opened your bedroom door for you with eyes glimmering in an odd slitted turquoise shade.

“No riddles, only answer me this, why are you doing this? All these events? What do you gain?”

“I gain nothing, you are the one who followed me.” You turned only to feel his hand on your wrist holding you in place as your voice shifted into a familiar echo from an old dream.

“What are you talking about?”

Right up against his ear your lips came in a move forward to whisper to him, “I am the pendant untouchable, feast unscathed. Familiar above and box alone you have seen me once, now and again. Down a well that no one has built, demolished or been, I am the white rabbit you set free. All these years, with one thing you have known,” inching back you asked, “What color are my eyes, purple or green?”

Your eyes flashed from one color to the next as his mind reeled back to how he knew you, a child he’d sworn he’d seen in the gardens as a child vanishing into a secret well he chased you into beginning a lifelong love of exploring. Though the longer he stared into your eyes the less he could move absolutely terrifying him in his frozen state. All he could manage to mutter out was, “Gre-uple.”

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Under hot water your eyes shut and washing away the long day of impersonating Loki at another vent you ended up in a lively paint fight with a band of kindergarteners at an art fair who were thrilled to meet a real life alien Prince you tried to relax. Soaping up then rinsing off only to shriek at the half naked Prince who had opened your shower door. Wide eyed in a bright red stare he murmured the word, “Gre-uple” then groaned in pain while you shit off the water and draped yourself in the towel from the door that had blocked his approach for you.

“Oh come on,” huffing you took the Prince’s hand forcing his body to follow you to your armchair you pushed him into then gave him a reminding nudge to remain seated in your step away to grab your sound blocking headphones. Over his ears you settled them and watched his eyes blink back to blue. Confused and shaking his head he took in the much different room from his now apparent trance and your clearly soaking wet self compared to his half naked self.

In his try to remove the headphones you reached out to brush his hands away luring his eyes back to you seeing your raised finger. A pad and pen floated to you from your desk and across it you wrote, ‘Delusion ray being worked on, do not remove headphones.’

Loki’s brows furrowed in taking the pad and pen he wrote back asking, ‘Why does it matter if my eyes are blue?’

Looking from the pad to him a few times he pointed to the page in a silent demand for an answer and your head tilted a moment before you wrote, ‘Your eyes aren’t blue. They’re the color of brand new stars growing brighter.’

For a long time he stared at your answer confounded on what to say back as his mind had just seemingly erased itself. Lost to silence and imagined solitude while you slipped out of the room to dry off and change into shorts and a baggy sweater only to find him with pad in hand he handed to you and tapped with the pen. Crossing his arms trying to seem obstinate he wouldn’t leave without an answer. ‘How did you get out of that well I found you in? I have to know how you escaped to find me. Tell me again, what happened, but this time leave out the lies.’

Smirking at his question you only made him huff and his brows furrow as he watched you write back your response that nearly had him shouting. ‘I was never trapped, you were.’ That had his eyes snapping back to yours only to drop again at your next tap on the page, ‘I heard you crying, Thor wouldn’t play with you. Too busy with friends. So I showed you new stars he will never know. You used to follow me everywhere, at least until you couldn’t see.’

His brows furrowed and he looked at you again shaking his head then took the pen from you, ‘Couldn’t see? What couldn’t I see?’

Accepting the pen back you wrote, ‘You remember Thor got sick, and you swore you would give up exploring all matter and time for his safety again, from then, you couldn’t see me. Or hear me, or remember it seemed.’

His lips parted and you forced a grin taking hold of his wrist to guide him back to his room where his hand clapped around your wrist and he used a double to write, ‘I can never apologize enough. You were my very best friend. The stars never looked the same.’

Flashing him a grin you took the pad back, ‘I know why you forgot me, and what he has taken from you. For now rest, you have a meeting with a second grade class tomorrow.’ You showed him the page and his mouth dropped open only to close, ‘Repayment for walking into my shower.’ Instantly making his face start to blush from his ears over his cheeks.

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“Mommy? How did you and Daddy meet?” Slowly opening an eye Loki could hear Morgan asking that through the background of the morning daily report Tony was trying to give only to turn it off three minutes in to correct what Pepper was saying with his own version. Sitting up the Prince rubbed his face feeling the headphones sliding down the sheets to his back after having fallen off his head. Instantly remembering your notes he turned to collect the pad he had kept to re-read your conversation confirming it was true before he was blushing again imagining you in the shower naked just a foot from him after having come to seeing you drenched in a towel. Up he stood and adding this to the list of slights he had to correct he got dressed and went to fix himself breakfast readying for his day with the children you had promised him to. Into the lift he went a bit surprised to find you joining him there.

“I had assumed you would be leaving this to me alone.”

In a giggle you replied, “Seriously? They may be seven but they could eat you alive.” Smirking to himself as he felt right at home again he exhaled slowly allowing the moment to be savored, alone on another dangerous adventure with his oldest friend.

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It’s Only Teenage Wasteland

Sirens are wailing in the bowels that creepy laboratory in the woods, but the sleepy inhabitants of the town nestled in between the trees didn't know about that. They were far too busy with their own, ordinary lives to worry about the supernatural forces threatening their dimension at this very moment.

It would be a shame if something happened that would make the two disparate worlds collide.

Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why

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Date: November 6th, 1983

Location: Beacon, Indiana

It’s dark outside. Stars twinkle in the velvety black sky above the Beacon National Laboratory. A huge monolith of steel and concrete that sat in stark contrast to the sleepy forest surrounding it.

Crickets were chirping and hopping among the cars still parked in the lot. If they so chose, the insects could have peered through the wide glass door at the entrance to see the lights flickering wildly in the off-white lobby.

If the apparently extremely resourceful crickets had wiggled through the air vents to gain entrance to the lab, they would have found a twisting maze of doors and hallways, all lit only by the same madly flickering fluorescent lights. There were no people.

Deep in the bowels of the eerily empty lab is one such abandoned hallway. The air was heavy down there, and in the air hung a faint scent of chemicals or maybe...ozone? The hall splits, and twists, and turns, eventually leading to a heavy steel door. This door, like the others lining the hall, is rounded slightly and bolted to the wall. Like the doors in a submarine.

Or a bomb shelter.

With a crash a man burst through the door at the end of the hallway. The sound of numerous alarms blaring followed him out of the room and split the silence like a knife through butter. His lab coat billowed in the breeze left behind him as he sprinted down the dimly lit hallway.

The lights reflected dully off the linoleum under his feet as he ran. He glanced behind him to check if that...that thing was following him. The hallway was blessedly empty, but this only set the man’s heart beating faster.

His breath was catching in his throat, and he skidded to a halt in front of the closed elevator doors. Before he’d even stopped, his hand was already battering the call button to the left of the doors. The clicking of the button mingled with the alarms that were still clamoring for attention and only served to increase his panicked need for the elevator to arrive.

A loud bang echoed down the deserted hall behind the scientist, not unlike the one he’d made when he’d barged through the other door. The scientist’s head whipped around to stare, pupils blown wide, down the hall towards the distant sound. The man hadn’t thought it was possible for his heart to pound harder, but he’d learned stranger things today.

Things he’d gone his whole life without knowing, and that he would have gladly continued to not know.

He was still slamming down the button when the doors dinged open. They moved agonizingly slowly. He hopped from foot to foot, glanced over his shoulder one last time, and stumbled the thr finally open elevator doors.

When his instincts forced him to turn to face the open door of the elevator, the scientist felt a curl of anxiety-riddled relief settle in his stomach. The lights were flickering more than ever, the distant alarms had only gotten more frantic, and none of his coworkers had joined him in the elevator. However, the empty hall reassured him that the thing hadn’t followed him.

It had torn Richardson apart.

He’d hated the guy, but still. It’d been tough to watch.

Overhead, the lights flashed fully off for a full second and when they turned on, he thought...he thought he saw a shape. Like a person standing there. But not like any person he’d ever seen working at the labs. There was something wrong with that silhouette, but the brief glimpse he’d gotten of it hadn’t been enough to pin down what was wrong.

As if that shape wasn’t enough, there was a noise. There was...what the actual hell was that noise?! It was deep, and fluttering, and high pitched. Like a growling stomach starved of food, and the chattering of a rabid squirrel all rolled into one. No creature he’d ever heard sounded like that, living or mechanical.

The relief he’d been feeling only moments before dissipated as quickly as water in the hot Indiana summer sun. Dread flooded his system as he slowly turned his face towards the ceiling of what he was rapidly realizing was a very small metal box.

A very small metal box with only one exit, and that one was closing.

Oh God...oh God its face! Its face [REDACTED] and it lifted him into the air. He couldn’t tell if he was screaming or if it was screaming. It sunk its [REDACTED] into his chest. He could feel it [REDACTED]

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Pop-up sprinklers watered the lawn of a large, lived-in looking house. They sounded remarkably like the thing from the elevator, but the accompanying sounds of the neighborhood displaced any further similarities.

Amber colored street lights hummed softly overhead, a dog barked in the distance, and across the street a car door slammed as someone returned from work. The Arc family station wagon was parked in the driveway, and a pair of bikes could be seen propped in the cluttered garage. One had streamers duct-taped to the handlebars and was covered in brightly coloured decals. The other was dark green, and it had a headlight attached to the front.

Neither of these bikes belonged to the residents of the house, or they would’ve joined the mass of bikes, skateboards, and scooters littering the garage.

With all the smaller vehicles filling the space, it was really no wonder that the car was in the driveway.

“I just...I dunno man.” Lie Ren didn’t even bother looking up from where he was working on homework at the careworn table in the Arc basement. Jaune has had this conversation with himself more times than Ren could count at this point.

He’d learned somewhere in the middle of the sixth one that his friend didn’t need replies to any of his questions. Jaune was perfectly content with just rambling anxiously to himself.

His blonde friend was currently sprawled haphazardly on the couch across the room, lamenting his romantic life. Nora was very pointedly not doing her homework for Glynda’s class, and she was instead opting to rummage through the cabinets in search of who knew what. Ren was writing...well, Ren was attempting to write an essay for Oobleck.

This was proving difficult with Jaune meandering wistfully, and loudly, through all the reasons that Weiss Schnee was amazing. A list of reasons that he’d recited so many times in recent months that Ren had practically memorized it. Nora definitely had, as the past few times she’d perched just out of Jaune’s line of sight and mouthed the words along with him.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he complained, rolling off the couch onto the threadbare carpet with a soft thump. Jaune clambered to his feet, flopped down in the chair across from Ren, and slumped dejectedly. “I’m completely head over heels for her,” he rested his face in one hand, “and she won’t even give me a chance.”

“What about Nikos?” Nora interjected, pushing Ren’s books away so she could perch on the table. Ren glared reproachfully at the redhead and pulled them back towards him.

“Nora, we’ve been over this already,” Jaune grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Me and Pyrrha are just friends.”

“Uh huh, sure,” she said, a cheshire cat grin stretching from ear to ear. Both of them ignored Ren as he absentmindedly corrected the blonde’s grammar. “But she totally likes you.”

“She does not.”

“Does too.”

Apparently Jaune had learned nothing from having siblings, because he immediately retorted, “Does not!” He stood, knocking over his chair, a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Does too! And you-” She jumped up as well, knocking books off the table to join the chair on the floor. The ginger jabbed Jaune in the chest. “-you like her, too!”

Jaune’s blush from before was nothing compared to the red spreading across his face now. “I- I do NOT like her!” he spluttered, his voice cracking and not helping his case.

“Yeah you do,” Nora grinned. “Look at how much you’re blushing, you totally like her!”

“I will have you know that I am blushing because you are embarrassing me, not because I like her,” Jaune retorted, dodging Ren as he crouched to retrieve his books from the floor. “Because I don’t. Like her. I don’t like her.”

Nora just raised an eyebrow, and her too-knowing grin grew somehow wider. Ren glanced up in time to hear Jaune say, “She just helps me with History, that’s all.” He also saw a tell-tale glint of mischief in Nora’s eyes, one that he recognized from years of friendship with the short hyperactive girl and had learned to steer clear of.

Jaune had just opened a metaphorical bees nest.

“Besides, I’ve got a crush on Weiss.” The teen took special; care to emphasize the girl’s name. “So there’s no possible way I could have a crush on the really nice, pretty, friendly-” Nora was making no sign of interrupting him, a feat that Ren knew had to be taking all of her self control “-humble, pretty, popular, pretty girl who helps me with my History homework.”

Why the hell was Nora so smug looking all of a sudden?

“You sure you said ‘pretty’ enough times in your little spiel there, fearless leader?” she snarked, bouncing proudly on her heels in triumph. Upstairs Mr. Arc shouted something about the television not working, and the muffled yells of the numerous Arc daughters echoed down the stairwell into the basement below.

Jaune was suddenly wishing with all his heart and soul that he could blink and be upstairs with them, away from this conversation.

“I didn’t say ‘pretty’ too many times, no way. Or- or at all, in fact!” He was backing away from Nora now, as if she might transform into a tiger or something and suddenly pounce. His face, while it had been bright red before, had now paled to the colour and consistency of old oatmeal. “We’re just friends. Right, Ren? Back me up here.”

“I wasn’t really paying attention, but by my count,” Ren looked up at him over his glasses, a sly look gracing his impassive features, “You did call her ‘pretty’ at least three times in the last minute.”

“Jaune, honey? It’s 9:15, time for your friends to go home!” Mrs. Arc called down the stairs, and her only son took that interjection as an excellent excuse to exit the conversation.

“Hey, Mom?” Jaune called, tripping on a stray book on his way over to the foot of the stairs. He scrambled up them after her while Ren and Nora started gathering their things behind him. “Just twenty more minutes?” he asked, following her into the kitchen.

“Honey, its a school night,” she reminded him, putting leftover casserole in the fridge. “Fifteen after, you know the rules.”

“Yeah, but-”

“But nothing,” she said, a little sharply. “Besides, I just put Violet to bed.” Mrs. Arc raised her tone slightly, using the comment to her son as a reprimand to the four of her daughters that were still awake. Two of them quieted immediately. The twins had the good grace to at least pretend to look sheepish.

“Hey, Dad!” Jaune called into the living room, where Mr. Arc was adjusting the antenna on their television. “Do you think-”

“-I think,” he interrupted, not looking up from what he was doing, “That you should listen to your mother.” Jaune groaned in defeat, and glared when the twins snickered at him.

Downstairs, Ren and Nora were pulling on their coats. They knew from experience that Mrs. Arc wouldn’t let them stay any later on a school night, so they were getting ready to leave before Jaune even got back with confirmation.

“Do you think he actually doesn’t like her?” Nora asked, flipping her hair out from under her collar. “‘Cause like, I don’t even know Pyrrha and I can tell she likes him.”

“I don’t know,” Ren replied, zipping up his backpack and hoisting it onto his back. “Maybe you should actually try talking to her before you start coupling her up with him.”

Nora placed a hand to her chest in mock surprise. “Why Ren! Is that sass I hear?”

“It might be,” he replied evasively, smiling softly.

“But honestly,” Nora continued, as if they hadn’t gotten sidetracked. “They would be great together.” She reached up to fix his collar, and neither of them noticed his eyes following her hand, or the way she paused just a moment longer than necessary. “How dumb do two people have to be not to realize they like each other?” Nora asked, glancing up at him.

Ren didn’t reply, and the moment stretched on for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

The door at the top of the stairs banged open, and Ren and Nora leapt away from each other like they’d just been caught doing something they shouldn't have. The moment broke, and Jaune called down, “Mom and Dad say you can’t stay later, sorry guys.”

“Yup, that’s what we thought they’d say,” Nora said, trying too hard to act as if nothing had happened while their friend had been gone. “So we got all ready to go ahead of time,” she continued, bouncing up the stairs. She glanced behind her when she reached the top to confirm that Ren was following, and then she made her way to the garage.

“Thank you for letting us come over, Mrs. Ar,” said Ren, passing the woman in the kitchen.

“Oh, anytime,” she replied and gave Nora a passing wave. “Oh, Lie, I’ve got something for you,” she said abruptly, ducking into the fridge to grab something. With her view blocked by the door, she missed the uncomfortable squirm Ren gave when she called him by his first name.

She stood back up and passed him a tupperware over the head of one of her daughters. “Here.”

He peeked under the lid and cocked an eyebrow. “Cookies?”

“I thought Nora might like them.” Mrs. Arc sounded very proud of herself, so he decided not to mention that Nora could not be allowed to eat this much sugar in one sitting. The chocolate chips in them were also a big no after “The Incident.”

Nora didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but if something like that happened again, Ren and Jaune wouldn’t have enough pocket money to make bail.

“Ren, come on!” Said teen jerked his head towards the door when Nora called his name. Ren said a quick thank you to Mrs. Arc and sidled awkwardly past Jaune out the side door into the garage.

“What was taking so long?” Jaune asked, leaning out of the way so his friend could pass. “Everything okay?” Ren just held up the tupperware as an answer, and the blonde rolled his eyes. “Of course. Mom’s very proud. Took her six batches to not burn them.”

“I figured,” Ren replied, shoving the plastic tub in his backpack where it clunked against his books.

“Nothing your mom makes could be as bad as Ren’s ‘health shakes’,” Nora jabbed from her spot by the door, using her fingers to make quotes.

“Algae contains-”

“-Contains numerous spectacular properties, we know.”

“All the same,” he said, swinging one leg over his bike and sitting down, “We’ll see you tomorrow at school, Jaune.”

Nora did the same, and added, “Yeah and get some sleep, you look like shit.”

“Wow thanks Nora, way to make a guy feel loved,” Jaune replied dryly, leaning on the doorframe, “Sadly I’ve got a late night tonight. Still gotta finish up that essay Cardin needed me to write.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and markedly wouldn’t meet the pair’s eyes.

Ren and Nora shared a look. “Jaune, you have to report him, “ advised Ren in a more serious tone than was really necessary, flicking on the headlight affixed to his handlebars.

Jaune nodded noncommittally and kept his eyes on his sneakers as if they held all the answers in the world. “Guys, I’m fine,” he said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than convince them. “Besides, it’s not like Cardin being a jerk is exactly news.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Nora argued, pulling on her gloves, “he’s been pushing you around since we met you, and probably before that, too.” She grinned, and met his eyes as he looked up, “And if he doesn’t start leaving you alone this year, we’ll break his legs.”

Jaune rolled his eyes and waved them off. “Yeah yeah, thanks, I’ll be fine,” he said, “Now you should probably leave before my mom finds out you’re still here and freaks out or something.” He was deflecting. He knew it, and he knew they knew it, too. But that was a problem for future Jaune.

Nora kicked up the kickstand on her bike and sped down the driveway, with a parting, “See you nerds later!” echoing after her. She only narrowly missed colliding with the station wagon parked there.

Ren started to follow her, but he paused on the threshold of the garage. He looked back to Jaune and said, “You need to tell someone.”

The blonde startled at the intense and slightly off-putting stare Ren was giving him. Then he slumped a little where he was standing and nodded. “I will, tomorrow,” he promised.

Ren nodded and smiled a little. “Good,” he said, hiked his backpack a little higher on his shoulders, and started off down the driveway with a soft, “See you tomorrow.”

As he drove off, the flood lights over the garage and the porch lights flicked off twice before finally turning back on. Jaune leaned out of the garage and squinted at them for a moment. “Stupid faulty wiring,” he muttered, as he flipped the switch to turn them off and went back inside.

Ren pedaled down the road, occasionally passing other jacketed teens and kids walking or biking to and fro. Nora had waited for him for a little while, but soon enough she had peeled away from him to swerve down another road. Fallen leaves had kicked up and swirled in her path, but they settled back down to the ground soon enough.

Before long, Ren was alone, his light shining through the darkness. The beam it cast carved a path down the deserted streets as he pedaled back to his house. He lived alone, so it wasn’t like he would get in trouble if he was late, but the temperature was dropping rapidly and that alone was enough to spur him onwards.

He turned the corner onto his road, passing by the fence that separated the town from the lab. With the cold rising, he might’ve taken whatever punishment the Department of Energy could dish out for his trespassing if it meant he got inside sooner. As it was, he shrugged his backpack a little higher on his shoulders and wished he had a free hand to push his glasses back up on his nose. The fog that was rising was doing his already poor vision no favors.

Then his light turned off.

He hadn’t turned it off, but off it was. Ren glanced down at it to make sure that the bulb hadn’t come loose or something like that. No, it was still there. Probably just burnt out.

Wait...it was back on. Must’ve just come loose from a bump in the road, and then it settled back to its correct place. He’d take a look at it when he got home. He returned his gaze to the road and-

-What the hell?!

Before Ren knew what he was doing, he had swerved off the road into the woods. His bike tipped over and he landed sprawled on the ground with a groan. Some idiot had just been standing in the middle of the road!

Some idiot that was wearing no clothes, was pitch black...with limbs too long and fingers that came to sharp points. And its face...Ren could swear...he could swear that it didn’t have a face. Like something out of a freaking horror film.

He could hear it. A growling chittering something from where he’d seen the thing in the road. He slowly raised his gaze to where he’d seen it just before he’d swerved. The thing was still there, in all its otherworldly glory. The fog and the darkness were hiding any distinct features, but he saw enough to freak him right the hell out.

As his eyes fell on its indistinct form, he felt himself freeze. Instincts battled within him. One side was telling him to run as far and as fast as he could. The other more logical side was telling him that this thing had appeared out of nowhere and he hadn’t heard or seen it coming. There would be no outrunning this.

All debate went out the window when its growling raised in volume and it turned to face exactly where he’d fallen.

Screw logic, he was running.

He scrambled to his feet and stumbled backwards a few feet before he turned and high-tailed it out of there. Leaves crunched under his feet, his backpack slapped in a dull rhythm against his back, and the fog rose like a wall in front of him. Ren was already sprinting along the trail that led past the Xiao Long cabin when he realized that he’d left his bike behind.

With his inhales catching in his throat, and his breath coming out in short panicked gasps, he came to a conclusion: The monster could have his bike, he wasn’t going back.

When he got to his house, he blessed every god he could think of that he hadn’t left his keys behind. Ren slammed them into the keyhole, nearly snapping them off in his haste, and yanked the door open. It ran into the wall hard, but he had no time to check if the wall was damaged.

The lights were still on in the living room and the kitchen, so at least he had that going for him. As soon as he got through the door, Ren turned and scrambled to hook the chain lock into its track. He doubted the thin brass chain would do much to stop that thing which huge it was, but he could dream couldn’t he?

Nobody was home, as he knew would be the case, but he suddenly found himself wishing that he didn’t live so alone.

Ren skidded, and nearly fell, on the cracking tiles in his kitchen as he rushed to lock the back door. The window in the door was nearly entirely fogged over, but he pressed his nose to it anyway in a desperate attempt to see if the thing was out there.

Please don’t be there, please don’t be there, please don’t-

No...oh God please no-

It emerged from the shadows the trees cast on the leaf strewn ground. It was coming for him, whether it was was walking, or gliding, or whatever he couldn’t tell with the fog. He had a clear enough look at at it now to determine that he was well and truly fucked.

His eyes widened under his thick framed glasses and he launched himself away from the window with a choked gasp. The time it took for him to get from the window to the phone was too long, but he had to call someone. Who knew what that thing was going to do to him?

Ren snatched the yellow plastic phone from its holder on the wall, and cursed quietly at the rotary dial. He couldn’t call Nora, she didn’t have a phone. He’d just have to pray that anyone at Jaune’s house was still awake.

It connected. Thank Christ it connected! “Hello? Hello?!” The cracks running through his voice underlined the fear he felt, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins had sent his voice shaking. If he was shaking hard enough to fall apart, Ren was sure that he’d be crying.

Nothing. No one answered. There was only static. Static and...what the everloving hell was that?! His receiver was picking up static, and some kind of animal screeching or growling. Or more accurately some ungodly combination of the two.

He took an involuntary step away from phone housing, the receiver still clutched in a white-knuckled grasp. Hairs rose on the back of his neck, and Ren inched around the corner so he could see the front door.

For one god-given moment, there wasn’t anything to be seen through the rippled glass. Then as he stood, stock- still, phone still clutched to his ear, he saw it. An indistinct shape. A shadow passed over the window, blocking out the light of the solitary street light outside and standing taller than any human he knew.

‘The chain lock,’ he thought desperately, eyes locked on the tiny metal chain that might be his last chance.

It-

It was moving?!

The bit, or whatever it was called, was moving in its track on its own accord. Unlocking the door. As his eyes followed its impossible journey, he had the insane thought that this was hardly fair. That thing was breaking the rules.

What rules those were, he didn’t have the faintest idea, but it was definitely breaking them.

When the bit finally fell out of its track and officially unlocked the door, much to Ren’s never ending disbelief, he dropped the phone and scrambled away from the front door. The phone dropped, but its cord kept it from hitting the floor, and the dial tone it was emitting only served to remind Ren that nobody was coming to help him.

Without a conscious decision of where to go, he found himself in his kitchen. Maybe it was because this was the only other room with light. Maybe it was because this was the furthest room from the front door and the thing he could hear slowly pacing towards him.

Or maybe it was because this was the closest room he could get to that he could get a weapon. Ren dove across the room for the drawer, and rummaged in it for something, anything.

His hand closed on a knife, smaller than he would’ve liked, but he didn’t have time to find a better one. Ren stood, shaking so badly it was a miracle he didn’t drop the damn knife, and faced the door. It was the only entrance to the room. The thing would have to come in that way.

The kitchen light flickered. It flashed on and off, making it difficult to see. Not that it would have mattered if he could see, because he could hear it now. That growling, chittering, mess of a noise it made.

And it was coming from behind him.

He felt his heart drop right out of his chest and settle somewhere down near his feet. Slowly Ren turned, pink-tinged pupils blown wide in fear. The hand holding the knife dropped limply to one side when he saw it.

‘It’s too bright,’ he thought distantly as he gazed at the impossible and unholy creature looming over him. The kitchen light hanging over the table wasn’t flickering anymore, now it was glowing. Glowing brighter than it ever had before, flooding the room with light. It was blinding, and the creature was screeching, or maybe he was screaming.

And then, it was gone. The light went back to its normal level of luminosity, and the sound stopped. The monster was gone, but then again, so was Lie Ren.

The kitchen was empty.

[alexander-anders]

Is that { he/him + Garrett Hedlund } walking through the door? Oh no, that’s just  { Alex Anders }. They’re { 31 } and room with { Nico Daimen }. Sometimes they might remind you of { yellow paint, muddy hands, broken mirrors}, and they’ve lived in the house for { two months }.

for those of you who don’t already know him, this is my sad, difficult child. He causes me much pain and I love him, but I’m also sorry for any characters who attempt to interact with him. Anyway, allow me to explain his shit past in bullet points below ~

tw: death tw: ptsd tw: war

Alex grew up in deep Texas. Like, DEEP Texas, small town, the works. He had a single mom and he was an accident, the last of five boys. His siblings did not care for him, making him kind of the black sheep of the family, the one that always ended up getting picked on. 

He was always a little odd, but most people blamed it on him being the youngest. He was five when it took a more serious turn, he started responding to voices that nobody heard and talking about things just before they happened. It was an impossible feat, and everyone did their best to hide that part of him. Magic might be acceptable in their world, but less so in their area and certainly not this form of magic. Psychics were not welcomed, at least not when it came to their family. 

So Alex did his best to suppress the powers and spent most of his childhood in solitude. The best thing to happen to him was in high school when he was sent to the school counselor on his second day. She had her own magic and was able to recognize his gifts, take pity on him. She taught him how to control it, suppress it only when necessary, even use it to his advantage. 

At that point, Alex realized he was actually very smart. He was able to put more focus on school, and by the time he graduated, he had his pick of colleges. He knew exactly what he wanted; to help people. He picked the most difficult road he could and started working towards medical school. When it came time to choosing a specific path, that was easy too. He wanted to go where he felt he could do the most good, so he joined the military. 

It was not a good choice. Shipped off to a foreign fort under heavy fire, he spent two years in hell. Unable to gain relief, he was trapped there in horrific conditions, doing whatever he could to keep the men around him alive and together. Living with them in his head, under claustrophobic living conditions, he eventually snapped. 

Alex walked out in the middle of the night, in the open. He’s still not sure how far he made it, before he walked into an IUD. Miraculously, he didn’t lose any limbs. He did land on a rock that left a dent in his skull and permanently ruined his ability to shut things off. He woke up from it as a prisoner of war, spending the next two years in a dirty jail cell. 

He never expected a rescue, but it came anyway. People were calling him a hero and telling him he was going home. They told him that his family would be coming to pick him up, and unwilling to face them, Alex left. He started walking and he didn’t stop until he found and airport and bought the first ticket out of the country with the money he’d been given with an honorable discharge. 

The plane landed in Paris. He wandered, for a while, living off the streets and the kindness of strangers. Eventually, one of those strangers was decent enough to take him to  Les Amis de l'ABC. He had a room, he had work, he had something to do again. And it got easier. Working kept the demons in his head at bay, and while the nightmares haven’t gone away altogether, the’ye getting better. 

Okay so because I understand that doesn’t really explain everything about Alex or what he can do, allow me to throw some extra random stuff at you: 

His abilities: I’m hesitant to say ‘abilities’ honestly, bc this is not an abilities rp. But he does have a specific form of magic and DO NOT ask him to try spells, it won’t end well. So, here’s what he can do: 

Telepathy: Alex can hear people’s thoughts. Well, Alex can’t NOT hear people’s thoughts. They’re not always definite words, and some people are more clouded or guarded. But, he can’t stop himself from hearing, and sometimes it gets way too loud for him. Sometimes he also can’t keep track of what’s thought and what’s said out loud and responds to thoughts. 

Empathy: He doesn’t really feel what people are feeling as much as he sees their emotions in colors. Kind of like an aura around them. He has a color for most emotions, but sometimes it comes across as an adjective like ‘streaky’ or ‘curly’ instead. 

Psychometry: When Alex touches things, he can get a read off of them. Sometimes it’s a memory, if it was a strong one. Sometimes it’s just a feeling connected to the object. If it’s a person, touch usually just makes his other powers stronger. 

Clairvoyance: This one is MUCH weaker and rarer than the rest, for him. He very occasionally gets flashes of things that are about to happen, or could happen. They don’t always come about, and he doesn’t always know if it’s real or just his mind making things up. Occasionally, he can seek something out, but it’s really not a trustworthy enough gift for him to rely on. 

Personality: So my child is a little scrambled in the brain. He has some MAJOR PTSD and Survivor’s Guilt, and his brain damage has sort of messed up his ability to talk straight. So he uses a lot of riddles and metaphors and generally I just decided I wanted to challenge myself with a character and created this absolute disaster of a human, please love him, please plot with me <3

[ask-beacons-finest]

The First Meeting in a Long Time.

( Grimmage!au was inspired by @yingfortheking tumblr doesn’t let me tag you?)

A young girl stood sweating in the forge of a small and humble home, a village calmly went on with its daily tasks as the hammer gripped tightly in her hand hit hot iron again, and again, each time sending a flurry of sparks up to her face. Despite being young and of small stature, her body was muscular due to the hardy chore that is keeping the forge alight, of hammering hard iron into the beautiful shape of a sword. Her face was darkened with the soot of the fire, speckles of clean flesh shone through as sparks would singe away the ashen mask. Her eyes a beautiful silver, a material she has never had the privilege to mold into anything, one that her father assures her she’ll have one day. Her hair, that was once a beautiful red, just as her mother’s, is now as black as a starless midnight, a void of soot and ash that sits atop her head which no amount of washing has been able to help. Small streaks of red poke through, a testament of her mother’s might. 

The girl wipes sweat from her brow, staring down at the red-hot metal resting on the heavy anvil she’s spent so much time around. The hot iron sitting upon was the first project she was entrusted by her father without any aid from him. She sat with worry about the deadline, fearing what would happen should the blade not be ready by the time they came to retrieve it. Her mind was so riddled with doubt and insecurities that she hadn’t noticed the footsteps of someone stepping up right behind her.

“Hail,” A voice broke through the deafening worry in the girl’s head, “Is this the best blacksmith of all Remnant I see?”

The young smith whipped around, her mind a cluttered mess as she recognizes both the voice and the young woman it belongs to. Standing before her was a tall blonde woman, taller than the smithy but not by much. Her hair was draped over her shoulder in the fashion of royalty, it’s pure golden color untouched by ash. Her eyes shone a loving and deep violet as she looked onto the soot-covered girl. Her body rippled with muscles newly gained since her departure from their home so many years ago, along with the proof of strength came proof of battle. Her manner dress was revealing, a strange change from her younger self, throughout the skin shown lied scars, deep and true, some looking nearly fatal. An arm hung outstretched, ushering the younger in for an embrace, while the other rested easily, its hand gripping the pommel of a sword.

“Is...is that truly you,” The smithy questioned, though she knew the answer, it’s been years since Yang had left their home on a fool’s journey, they had even long since thought her dead. “Yes, Ruby,” The smile on her face was even more proof of her identity, and having run out of patience she steps forward and wraps her arms around her younger sister, “It is me. I’ve returned.”

Ruby’s eyes welled up with tears as she stood motionlessly in the warm embrace of her older sister. She had thought she’d never again feel her warmth and kindness, yet here it was. Right beside her. Ruby had always joked with her older sister that the forge itself held no candle to the warmth Yang could create with her presence alone, and after all these years she realizes it was no jest. The forge behind her back felt cold in comparison.

“The fire’s dying Ruby.” Ruby’s eyes shot open in a panic, “Oh no! Do you still remember how to relight it?” “Of course,” Yang smiled, hurrying over to the side and grabbing a shovel, taking up a load of charcoal that Ruby wouldn’t even equal with three loads worth, “It’ll be quicker with the two of us anyway.” “Just wait until mother and father see you’ve returned,” Ruby’s face was as cheerful as could be as she heaved again and again on the billows, rushing a blast of air to the dying embers of the forge, “They’ll be so glad to see you’re alive!” “Hmm,” Yang’s smile dropped from her face, “I wonder about that.”

In no time at all the sisters reignited the forge and gave it life it hasn’t seen in some time. Ruby carefully placed the now cooled iron she was hammering back in. The two sisters were speaking as though nothing had changed, speaking secrets and laughing about old memories. Ruby told Yang of how she took on the forge after she left, and how their father spent day and night teaching the younger everything she needed to know in order to catch up to the level Yang was.

“So,” Yang grinned, sitting casually on a wide log within the forge, “You think you’ve bested me?” “In the art of metalwork,” Ruby smirked, her chin held high, “Yes.” “Well,” Yang smiled, standing tall and drawing her sword, “What of combat?”

“She has no reason to know,” a new voice interupted the girls, both looking over with expressions of worry, “And it’s a skill you had no reason to learn.”

The girls look on in silence as a tall man with short blonde hair and a grizzled beard to match walks towards them, carrying three heavy logs over each shoulder. He lays them down beside the home, and then turns his attention to the forge, walking forward with a furious twitch upon his face, his eyes pointing daggers at Yang. Yang could only watch as he stopped inches away from her, leaning down to glare eye to eye.

“F-Father,” Ruby tried to plead but halted as he rose his hand to silence her, then returned his eyes to Yang. “Six years. You had abandoned this home. This family. This forge. For six years,” His voice grew as he spoke, reaching thunderous volumes, “And you have the audacity to come back?!” Yang swallows her fear, looking to her father’s eyes and nods, “Yes. I do.”

Taiyang stood up straight, glaring down at Yang who remains motionless. He raises his fist in preparation to strike and lunges downwards to her. Ruby shouts out and covers her eyes in fear, she has seen her father go blow to blow with bandits twice his size, not to mention the creatures of Grimm that he has been tasked with protecting the town below from. She couldn’t imagine what the outcome would be should this hit connect with her sister. Yang, on the other hand, sat motionless but brave, her eyes remained open and she did not flinch at the strike. Taiyang’s fist stopped abruptly a mere hair away from Yang’s nose, the power from the punch alone was enough to send a breeze through Yang’s hair.

“Hmm,” Taiyang’s face melted into a smile, and from his fist flicked a finger, lightly tapping a confused Yang’s nose, “I knew one day you would be strong. I am proud to have you back Yang.” “Father,” Yang’s face trembled into tears as she jumps up into his arms, struggling to fight back sobs as he happily embraces his daughter, “I’m so sorry father. I’m so sorry.” “Nonsense,” Taiyang smiled, softly brushing Yang’s golden hair with his hand, “You are safe. You are back. We can be a family again.”

“Aye,” the three turn their heads to another new voice joining from behind them, a rush of feathers billows through the air blocking the view of the source, when they clear a woman clad in red armor stands before them, a mask resembling the face of those demon Grimm covering her face, “Happiness all around no?”

Ruby trembled at the sight of this woman, collapsing off her perch and scrambling backward in a horrified panic as she watched the woman step forward towards them. Ruby’s mind was filled with terror as the stranger’s attention turned from Taiyang and Yang to her, her body instantly froze up and refused to move despite every fiber of her being screaming in agony to run.

“Hmph,” The stranger scoffed, obviously disgusted, “How could you spawn another...and have it be so frail...so weak.” “Enough Raven,” Taiyang stepped between her and the trembling Ruby, “Both my daughters are strong in their own way. Why are you here.” “That’s,” Yang’s voice broke out as she stepped past them and stood beside Raven, “My fault.” “I see,” Taiyang narrowed his eyes, his fists clenching in anger, “I should have never told you about your mother. This is why you left six years ago, isn’t it? To find her. And you. You trained her didn’t you.” “I didn’t want to at first,” Raven rested a hand on her sword, Ruby’s fear slowly went away as she noticed the strange and complex design of the scabbard, “Though her strength proved her my child. Her Light, however, proved her yours.”

Taiyang’s face flew into a panic, he lunged forward to Yang and gripped ahold of her, much to both her own and Ruby’s shock. His eyes frantically scanned over Yang, taking in the scars of battle she’s gained in her absence.

“Yang,” Taiyang spoke, his words drifting away as though lost at sea, “Did you...did you activate your Light?” “No,” Raven butted in, “I did it for her.” “You monster,” Taiyang growled and flung a fist to Raven, who effortlessly caught it, the clash of energy from the strike sent a gust of wind through the surroundings, sending Ruby even further into fear, causing her to hide behind the forge, “YOU KNOW WHAT THE COUNCIL DOES TO THOSE WHO USE THE LIGHT.” “And,” Raven’s unimpressed voice sounded through Taiyang’s skull like a horn played at the ear, his expression exploding with rage as he prepares to bring up his other fist, Ruby’s eyes widen in amazement as a strange fire forms around her father.

“Taiyang,” Another voice breaks through the oncoming chaos, this one coming from the door to the home, everyone’s attention turns to a beautiful woman with long red hair, her body draped in a pure white cloak, “Enough my dear.”

“You remarried?”

“We were never wed, you and I,” Taiyang ripped his hand from Raven’s grip and walked towards the home, his back to both her and his daughter, “You gifted me with a daughter, and left.” “Yang,” the woman’s eyes kindly rested upon her long lost child, “You’ve grown so much. I am so proud of you.” “Thank you moth-,” Yang bows her head, stopping her words awkwardly as she feels Raven’s eyes glaring down to her beneath the mask, “Summer...” “You,” Taiyang turns and points a finger, “You refer to your mother by her title and not-” “You and I both know she’s following that rule my dear,” Summer smiles and steps down from the doorway, ushering Ruby to come to her side.

Ruby rushes from behind the forge to her mother’s side, letting herself be enveloped by the cloak and clings tightly to her mother’s leg. The amount of information that was all put out on the table was nearly too much for her to bear. Her head was beginning to hurt and she felt faint. Was Yang not her sister at all? Who is this new woman and why does she have such an aura of power about her that it’s terrifying? Why was her father so angry about Yang’s Light being activated? What even is Light?

“I recognize you,” Raven’s voice brought Ruby back to reality, “The Great White Huntress.” “And you,” Summer smiles, her kindness strong even in the face of such powerful opposition, “The Great Red Huntress. How’s your brother? The Great Black Hunter, if I remember correctly.” “Alive,” Raven snarled, “Presumably.” “Well,” Taiyang spoke out, “What a rare occasion that three of the four Great Hunters meet.” “Dad,” Yang questioned, quickly being silenced by Raven. “The Great Yellow Hunter. Strongest man of Remnant. Arguably.” “I prefer Gold,” Taiyang’s eye twitches, “Yellow is hardly proper.”

Ruby’s head was beginning to hurt again, she had heard the legends of the four Great Hunters from the people in town, but she believed they were just fairy tales. The fact that they were very much real, and two of them happened to be her parents was too much for her to handle. How could she, a simple blacksmith in training be the daughter of two of the most powerful figures in the folktales. She thought it impossible, her father was a blacksmith, nothing more. Her mother a healer, an alchemist, bringing salves and potions to restore people’s health is all she did. She had never even seen her mother fight, and her father fought just as any man does.

Except, Ruby’s eyes widen with the realization, Except he’s the only one in the village who can go toe to toe with the Grimm.

“Taiyang,” Raven slowly pulls her sword from its sheath, the blade a deep red, “I recognize that mark upon your wife. You dare lecture me on the Council’s punishment of using the Light when you harbor a Witch?” “Mother?” “Shh, my dear,” Summer looks down and whispers a response to Ruby, her eyes as kind and jovial as ever, helping Ruby relax, “You will never see harm as long as I stand, okay?” “Okay...”

Raven steps forward, holding her blade out to Taiyang’s neck, who remains unflinching, “You know the punishment of that don’t you?”

“And you,” Tai and Raven turn their attention to Summer, whose eye is alight with power, her face calm and ready for battle, “You know the punishment for becoming one, do you not?”

Raven stood in silence as Taiyang flipped his attention in a panic between the two, stepping back away from Raven as she sighs. Slowly she sheathes her blade and reaches up to her mask, and carefully removes it from her face, her eyes closed. Yang holds out her hands and takes the mask from her mother silently, though she turns to look to Ruby and gives a reassuring nod, promising that everything will be okay. Ruby looked on and watched in amazement as she saw what was behind such a horrifying mask. Before them stood a woman around the age of her father, beautiful, with deep red eyes and hair that rivaled Yang’s in length, but rather than the golden color Yang adorned, her’s was as black as soot, more so similar to Ruby’s own hair.

“Very well,” Raven speaks, her eyes opening, one of them lighting ablaze with power, “We are on even grounds it seems. The Council will just as quickly do away with me as they would you.”

“You’ve both the power,” Taiyang shook in his boots, neither Ruby nor Yang have ever seen this man grasped with fear as he was now, he knew they could never understand the gravity of the situation they’re in currently, and as he speaks he performs a silent prayer in the back of his head, “The power of Maidens?”

“Yes, though that has no correlation to why I’m here, though I suppose it could help,” Raven closed her eyes and took her mask back from Yang and fitted it to her face, after a moment of silence she continued, “I need your help Tai. I need the Gold Hunter, and the White will only boost our chances.”

“Why should I help you,” Taiyang shook his head, overpowering both his anger and feelings of sadness, “You abandoned Yang, you caused her to abandon her home for six years. We feared she was dead.”

“You should hold more respect for our daughter,” Raven snapped, Yang’s face seemingly shocked at the compliment, “She’s as strong as you’d expect. Though I wish sometimes she was less like you.”

“Hmph,” Tai turned his head, looking to Summer, who responded with a nod, after a long silence he turns to answer, “I’ll hear you out. You’re welcome to stay for supper. Do not expect me to say yes.”

Yang rushed forward towards Summer and her sister after hearing the approval, grabbing hold of Ruby who jumped towards her. Yang laughs, teasing her about being too fearful as the younger protested. Summer smiled and gave Yang a hug, her face wearing a sad smile as she whispers into her ear. Yang slowly wipes her eyes and nods, a look of strong determination on her face. Taiyang watches as the three of them enter the house, Summer holding a gentle hand on their backs. When the door shuts behind them, he feels a hand press down on his shoulder.

“Tai, I don’t expect you to say yes,” Raven spoke quietly, “I expect you to see that there’s truly no choice but to say yes. There are dark days ahead of us, all of us. All of Remnant. And we need to stop it.”

“I’ve given up the life of a Hunter,” his eyes drop to the ground as his brain floods with sad memories.

“Well,” Raven steps past him, walking towards the home, “Your hand is being forced to play. I’ll tell you everything I know about the situation. About her.”

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Can I please request a NSFW (& angsty fluff If possible) Friends with Benefits to (poly)relationship scenario for Bokuto/Kuroo/reader? Maybe where someone realizes that they want more from their current relationship but is afraid that no one else does only to find out in the end that's what they all want and they live happily ever after or something hahaha. Thanks so much!!

Heyoooo I am not dead! I have not been able to get this request out of my head! I love it so much! And if you haven’t read Chemicals Collide by Barkly…. Then I don’t know what to tell you other than you are missing out on some Grade A smut and feels, my friend… Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Bokuto/Kuroo/S/O Poly:

It was never a plan, the three of you. It’d never been decided by one or the other, or the other. It just happened. One moment the three of you were hanging out, watching some cheesy movies, playing some terrible games…

… Then the next you’re squeezed between two hard bodies, their names falling from your lips, both their hips ramming against your much forgiving skin.

Afterward, the three of you, laying side by side, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom - wondering how you’d gotten there, how’d they’d gotten there.

Kuroo wanted to blame the alcohol, saying the three of you were impaired.

But none of you had had anything to drink.

Bokuto wanted to point fingers at his libido, Kuroo’s libido, saying they were far too horny to be around someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you at such a late hour.

But you’d been the one to kiss them.

You knew what it was. Just friends gaining the benefit of a sexual relationship. Nothing too bad. You reasoned that a lot of people had this feeling about their friends. You were sure you’d had this feeling about some of you girl friends and boy friends while still in high school, wondering what it’d be like to just have them for a night. That’s what had happened between you, Bokuto, and Kuroo. Just a single night. Nothing more.

Only, it bloomed into something more.

Soon enough, ‘hump days’ became a thing of your life…. Their lives… Almost every Wednesday were you on top of one with the other behind, under one with the other under you, pressed between both of them, or even off to the side and enjoying them touching each other.

They never stayed long afterwards. You didn’t really want them to, either. It was awkward enough dozing in the afterglow of group sex without them trying to excuse their behavior or explain why they were rough or why they’d done the actions they had. Bokuto usually stayed a little longer than Kuroo. His large figure taking up the entirety of your fridge while he looked for something to eat - something to fill the fuel he’d just expended on you and his best friend. It was odd - having Bokuto around without Kuroo. Sometimes Kuroo would insist he stay a little longer than Bokuto, he’d put in a movie and ask you to watch it with him. His long legs stretched out over the coffee table in front of the couch.

You were grateful whenever the door closed on the last one out. Needing your peace, you wanted to be able to think through what you’d just done with your close friends. What they’d done with you. Instead of feeling grossed out by your actions, instead of feeling as if you probably needed therapy for what you’d done….

It felt right.

And while your Wednesday nights, and sometimes the weekend, were filled with their insatiable lust for you, for each other, your days were relatively normal. With them. Walking around Tokyo, window shopping for things you’d need for your apartment. Things they wanted for their apartments. It was normal. As if the three of you weren’t sweating over the other during the night. As if the three of you were absolutely nothing more than friends.

“I’ve been feeling kind of funny.”

Bokuto had been the one to pipe up about his feelings. It wasn’t anything new. Bokuto was always first to relate things to his heart. “You always feel funny, Bo… You look it, too.” Kuroo was quick to his draw, smirking over at Bokuto when the broad man let out a whine to rival a school girl.

The subject was dropped, quickly morphed into something of teasing and joking around - who looked funnier than the other. You joined in the amusement, though your mind was riddled with confusion over Bokuto’s words. ‘Feeling funny’ wasn’t far off from what you’d been feeling. Though, you chose to ignore what was happening in your chest in favor of what was happening to your body - what they would physically make you feel; Euphoria.

That night, Kuroo left a little more reluctantly, glancing at you and Bokuto from the corner of his eye, as if he were waiting for one of you to beg him back to bed. Ask him to spend the night. Bokuto had fallen asleep almost right afterwards, his head resting comfortably on your chest, his breath fanning across and tickling your now cooling skin. You weren’t used to having one of them spend the night. And you didn’t call out to Kuroo to have him come back to you.

You let him walk out of the apartment, choosing to stay silent for Bokuto’s benefit.

“So are we allowed to spend the night now?” Kuroo had brought up two days later, while the two of you were studying in the library for a Chemistry exam coming around the corner. The shock of the question had caused you to drop your pen onto the table, the light tap of it’s connection being the only noise emitted from your stillness. The lanky man raised an eyebrow at you, a small smirk pulling his lips, “You let Bokuto spend the night, right? When’s my turn?”

Clearing your throat, “Kuroo-“

“_______…” First name. That was different. His smirk remained, “We’ve slept together…. Just call me Tetsurou…. Or Tetsu.” A wink, and a soft blush was warming your cheeks.

Now you sighed, giving him a warning of a look, “Tetsurou…” The name felt odd - you weren’t used to saying his first name… but it felt right. It resonated with your heart, making it pick up speed and making your blush just a tad darker on your cheeks. Kuroo liked the color on you. “Boku-…” You cleared your throat again, “Koutarou didn’t spend the whole night. He woke up a couple of hours after you left, got his stuff, and left.”

He knew. Bokuto had told him. Had gone into great detail of how soft your chest was, how warm you felt against his body, your fingers stroking through his hair and leaving goosebumps on his back wherever you touched. Kuroo hadn’t thought anything of spending the night until after Bokuto’s retelling of the bliss he’d felt. Then Kuroo had grown jealous. Why had Bokuto been able to get some rest with you while he was out in the cold of Tokyo, on his way to an empty apartment? “Why aren’t we allowed to spend the night, then?”

You rolled your eyes, “Quit being a baby, Tetsurou… This was just for fun. It’s not a relationship.”

Kuroo chuckled, “It doesn’t have to be for friends to have sleepovers.”

After much bickering from your side, you were powerless. They’d won.

And now here you were, your arms wrapped around Bokuto’s bare shoulders while he rested his head on your chest, his arms squeezing your waist. He was lightly snoring. His eyes flickering behind his lids, black eyelashes casting shadows against the tops of his cheeks. Bokuto looked peaceful. As if he’d never had a more restful night before this. It gave you a soft warmth of pride, knowing you could give the ever trying ace of your university some sort of reprieve for his hardships. You felt a pressure around your shoulders, feeling Bokuto hum against your shoulder from the pressure against his back pressing him further into you, and you turned your head upward to see Kuroo fast asleep, his right arm under the pillow pushing it against his face, giving his hair an odd press. His other arm was thrown out around you and Bokuto, his hand pressing against Bokuto’s back to pull you two closer to his chest. He didn’t snore, thankfully, but he talked in his sleep. Mumbling your name. Bokuto’s name. And other things that you couldn’t quite make out.

But you couldn’t sleep. You lay there in the darkness of your room, having seen the lights of the early moon fade away behind your blinds, throwing your room into a deep darkness you’d never seen before. But you weren’t scared. Nor were you worried. Or concerned.

You felt… a peace. As if this predicament, this posture, this position between your two friends, your lovers, was completely natural. As natural as breathing. As natural as your heart beating twenty times faster whenever Bokuto laughed or when Kuroo genuinely smiled. And while you felt at peace, your eyes couldn’t stop the tears filling them to the brim, couldn’t stop them from rolling down your cheeks and into the pillow under your head.

You were scared. Of the future. Of what this kind of feeling meant for the three of you. For you. For Kuroo. For Bokuto.  Suddenly you were reminded of Bokuto’s uneasy feelings the other day, and now you could relate to his voicing of those feelings. It wasn’t a ‘funny’ kind of feeling, as he’d put it, but for you it was more… conflicted. Worrisome.

What would you do come morning light? Hold your lovers ever closer, not wanting them to get out of bed, propose the idea of the three of you forming a relationship?

Or would you push them away? Figure out your feelings, understand why you were feeling what you were, and ultimately put a stop to whatever forming bond the three of you had started that one night many months ago?

okay…. This isn’t as NSFW as requested…. My bad…. Please let me know if you want me to redo it or add a few more details or even just write the NSFW part of this request! I’ll make it a twofer lol

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*Narrative Theory*

In this entry I will examine the critical question, “What central narrative(s) does this artifact tell through its rhetorical elements? In doing so, what values does it promote and ignore (who does it include and exclude)? In which ways is this narrative (ethically) productive for society, in which ways is it limiting, and is it more productive or limiting?”

The artifact that I will be examining is the studio album good kid, m.A.A.d City by Kendrick Lamar. This album productively shares a narrative of what is believed to be the ideals of a young black man growing up in poverty (Money, Power, and Respect), as well as the harsh reality of crime and gang life and how it is often the only route. 

Kendrick Lamars, good kid, m.A.A.d City was released in October of 2012. This album is often regarded as one of the greatest of all time and it has even been used in academia as it is looked at for its storytelling as well as the lesson taught. Kendrick used this album as a way of showing the world how he transformed from his adolescent self, to the well known rapper and celebrity. He wanted this album to not only relate to others that were put in the same situation as himself, but also to show the rest of the world that there is often no easy way out of low income America, and the struggles that impoverished people face.

Foss (2004) describes narrative by saying, “Narratives organize the stimuli of our experience so that we can make a sense of the people, places, events, and actions of our lives. They help us to interpret reality because they help us decide what a particular experience is about” (333). We have the ability to create our own narratives allowing those who have not experienced what we have, to be able to make their own interpretations of the situation. We often see this in music as artists often write about life experiences and how it shaped them into the person they are today.

A narrative that Kendrick plays on heavily is that young black men in lower class America have no choice but to join a gang or be involved with crime due to the situation they have been born into. You see this in one of the most popular songs on the album, “maad city.” He goes in depth about how being affiliated with a gang is the norm and it is something you have to adapt to. Kendrick says “Pakistan on every porch is fine, We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time.” Later in the song he says, “Iv's on top of IV's, Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys, When you hop on that trolley, Make sure your color's correct, Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect, They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except, When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat, You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC, Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, M.a.a.d city.” He is putting into perspective the war zone like lifestyle that comes with growing up in Compton, California. The point though, is not to gain pity, but to create awareness for why he joined a gang. Kendrick realizes that it appears as though young black men join gangs just because this is what they want to do. He corrects them by explaining that he is in fact just a product of his environment. 

Another main narrative that Kendrick plays on is the believed ideals of Money, Power, and Respect. Growing up in Compton, Kendrick talks about how these were what he believed to be the keys to success. In his song “Money Trees,” he says, “Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do), Bump that new E-40 at the school (way at the school, way at the school), You know big ballin' with my homies (my homies), Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (Thinking rational, that's rational), Back to reality we poor, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish), Another casualty at war, ya bish.” He explains that he had dreams of living a lavish lifestyle with money and fame but quickly came back to the reality of his situation. While Kendrick is not shaming the idea of making money and having respect, he is rather stating that money, power, and respect, are not the only things you should work towards in life. Kendrick also says, “A louis belt will never ease that pain.” Another example of him pushing the idea that money and fame can be wonderful, but internally, they won’t make issues go away. It is very important for him to get this message across to other people who are in a similar situation that he was. Kendrick doesn’t want to seem them make the same mistakes that he did.

Kendrick Lamar’s message is inspiring and helpful, but it is possible that some could find it unproductive. While his intention is to provide insight into his own life and the life of many others like him, it could be taken as a message about black youth as a whole. American politics from the time of this album release until now have been riddled with talks of systemic racism. This album could be used as ammo for extremists. They could claim that Kendrick, a black man from poverty himself, claims that all black men join gangs and are criminals. This is the exact opposite purpose of his work, but it is not uncommon for words to be twisted in American politics. While this is a possibility The album is still productive in regards to what it is trying to do. Overall Kendrick creates an entertaining narrative that not only teaches a lesson to those in a situation similar to his, but it also allows people who are completely unfamiliar with this culture and lifestyle to have an idea of what is going on. As stated, this album has been used in academia because of its ability to create such a vivid story. 

Narrative is an essential form of human communication. We as humans are natural storytellers. In a journal By Guowei Jian, Jian says, “Fischer (1989) argues, Human beings are storytellers or "Homo narrans" (p. xiii) who rely on the narrative logic to communicate” (89). One of the most common forms of storytelling that we use is music. Artists are experts and creating a vivid image in our brains through a form of art that is very easy to consume. Because we as humans are creative, it makes understanding through music even easier. Whether he realizes it or not, Kendrick uses narrative theory in creating his music and he is one of the best at it.

In conclusion, Kendrick Lamar puts on a beautiful display of storytelling layed out in such a way that provides entertainment and a lesson. He provides narratives on gang life and strong desires for money and respect. Kendrick gives us a piece of work that is highly productive for society and has continued to be relevant years after its original release.

Foss, S. K. (2009). Rhetorical Criticism: Exploration and Practice (Third ed.). S.l.: Waveland Press.

Jian, G. (2019). Transforming the Present Moment through Conversation and Narrative: Toward a Hermeneutic Leadership Theory. Communication Theory (1050-3293), 29(1), 86–106. 

Lamar, K. (2012). m.A.A.d city [Recorded by K, Lamar. MC, Eiht]. On good kid, m.A.A.d City. City of production: Top Dawg Entertainment. (2012).

Lamar, K. (2012). Money Trees [Recorded by K, Lamar. J, Rock]. On good kid, m.A.A.d City. City of production: Top Dawg Entertainment. (2012).

[moon--vixen]

so, I finally finished the new Phasma book.

to put it bluntly, this is hands down the most infuriating book I've ever read (and not in a good way), and the worst one I've ever payed to read.

TL;DR: the entire thing is colored by biases, both the author’s and the other characters’, and it’s plagued by an unreliable narrator who admits to embellishing the stories, but nowhere does it tell the reader what’s been altered and what hasn’t, making the entire thing almost pointless to read.

it only serves to drill home that Phasma is inherently evil, worse than everyone else, presented in the worst possible way. there is no dynamic or growth to anyone besides Cardinal (who only minorly grows) and there’s no real story arch, only a list of Phasma’s worst moments from an unreliable narrator.

don’t waste your money. if you must, rent it or borrow it, but don’t pay money for this crap.

Phasma is a secondary character in her own story, and has no agency

her story is told through an unreliable narrator intent more on controlling the emotions of her captor rather than telling the audience an accurate account of events, meaning we can’t know what’s real and what’s not, what’s accurate and what’s embellished.

it is also colored by the person who told the unreliable narrator, and half the story is lost because she couldn’t tell what Phasma was feeling while under her various masks. we have scenes of Phasma crying, but not only do we not know if that actually happened, but also why she was crying, minus one moment where the narrator can only guess that she might be due to the fact that she was once again wearing a helmet.

Phasma also has her privacy violated in a way that is completely unacceptable. the story is told from a resistance spy to Phasma’s coworker (he trains the children, she trains his graduates) so every single thing we’re told, he’s told.

including that Phasma’s a virgin. in no situation was that relevant to share, particularly to her own coworker, besides instilling with the surrounding context that something’s “wrong” with her (she doesn’t like physical touch or affection like everyone else, reinforcing the ‘asexuals are cold, unloving, and inhuman compared to proper, loving, human heterosexuals’ trope, and with her also shipping kylux, there’s the uncomfortable implication that anyone who isn’t heterosexual is inherently bad, as everyone good or innocent is specifically pointed out as being heterosexual)

but on top of that, at the same time she’s treated as a sexual object, as when her coworker and her are in a physical fight to the death, the feeling of being on top of her and her on top of him in this physical brawl gives him a boner that the author took extra care to describe.

Phasma’s lack of agency is appalling, and offensive, as is her lack of character.

the ENTIRE book, all 400 pages, pretty much exist only to repeat “Phasma’s bad, m’kay?”. I have never seen anyone beat a dead horse as much as this book.

the reason it sounds like I’m just generalizing when I say Phasma’s character is just evil and there’s all there is, is because that’s all we’re told. any time we’re shown something that seems like a personality outside “I will do anything to survive”, we’re told “well actually, it seems good/heroic/ext and is good and heroic when done by anyone else, but when done by her it’s actually evil and here’s why”.

there’s also the horribly misogynistic treatment of her character over others. we’ve already seen that she’s treated like a sex object, but she’s also held to a different standard.

the brainwashed child soldier that is her coworker is referred to as a “white night fighting for justice” who is redeemed by the end of the book. he’s shown as an inherently good person who wants to do good, but was simply “misled”, while Phasma, a child desperately trying to survive on a planet that rains acid onto her only home, rocks that are too poisonous to touch and jutting haphazardly far above an ocean full of giant creatures just waiting to eat you, is just inherently evil, and that’s that.

anything she does is bad, with an ulterior motive, but when the ~white night~ does it, it’s totally for good reasons. (example: he memorizes the numbers of all the troopers he trains because he’s proud of them and their accomplishments. she memorizes all the troopers numbers because she’s keeping an eye on them lest she needs to make one of them disappear or die in an accident, like her own niece, whom it’s simply assumed that it was a cover up of a murder simply because ~she’s evil~ even though not a few pages before, we’re told she protected the child from witnessing Brendol Hux destroying their planet. but then again, what’s real? did that really happen? did any of it happen? we just don’t know, because our narrator is an admitted liar)

but beyond all the specifics that are so horrible, there’s no story arch. there’s no real climax. this wasn’t a book I just couldn’t put down. in fact, I had to put it down many times and force myself to finish it. and whenever someone died (which was pretty much all the characters) it felt empty. there was so little to them that their deaths weren’t emotional in any way.

her brother is kind and smart and charismatic, but we’re only told those things rather than shown. the only thing we are shown is that he brought everyone into an area full of radiation poisoning, including a 6 year old child, on a suicide mission, but this is only referred to something that was “wrong”, as in, a single bad decision, but not something that made him inherently bad, and his death is seen as just more proof of Phasma’s nature.

there’s one man who’s name I can’t even remember who was supposedly the funny one of the bunch, but again, we’re only told and don’t get to see it at all as he dies very early on.

there’s a child (13ish) who’s just childish. that’s really all she is. she’s sneaky in battle, bubbly and childish, idolizes Phasma, but we never really get to see her do anything because the person whom we get these stories from is constantly protecting her and only watches her being a playful and curious child. her death likewise feels more like an unnecessary annoyance, an attempt for extra Phasma-is-evil-ness before getting back to the plot progression, than an emotional death of a character who’s been a part of the bulk of the story.

there’s the (potential, but implied) father of the child of the person telling the story. he’s a gentile giant. period. that’s literally all there is to him. he’s a gentile giant who’s good at fighting, and his death too is only ‘sad’ because the eye witness of the story is sad, but it doesn’t actually FEEL emotional. just like  the child’s, it just feels unnecessary and taking time away from the story progression.

this woman had an entire book to make us fall in love with these characters. to learn about them, to love them, to feel their struggle and pain, and we don’t get that. NOTHING in this story is dynamic, at all.

hell, every time there’s a moment attempting to give Phasma more of a character (besides obvious lying on the part of our unreliable narrator), such as when her coworker attempts to explain away an action as avenging the death of her brother, our narrator shoots him down and reminds him that she’s inherently evil, and her only motive for anything is for her own gain, because she is unable to feel things like love and affection and even justice, and therefor it makes ~infinitely~ more sense for her to be getting rid of witnesses of her crime rather than avenging anyone.

the only saving grace is the very last chapter, which is FINALLY a moment that we get to see from Phasma’s point of view, but it is far too short, and only serves to tell us how her armor came to be.

had the entire story been like that chapter, had we gotten to see her pov and her motives from her own mind, had she been allowed to be a human being like everyone else and tell her own story, it could have been great.

but as it is, it’s absolute dogshit and Delilah doesn’t deserve a single penny of your money.

[maylocnuocplasma]

Slovakian Brides

Thus, developing a profile about such a site does not inspire hope. Without a doubt, hundreds of online dating sites websites and various all mail order bride-to-be services own filled the web, so that it is available for men from throughout the globe to get connected to foreign brides to be.

What Makes Young girls From Slovak republic The Best Birdes-to-be?

Slovakia might not be the most popular holiday destination in Europe because of the humble sizes of the region and a great underdeveloped entertainment sphere when compared with its neighbors. No agonizing failures and heartache. Concur, it is upsetting to hear what sort of pretty stranger sends you to the distant empire when you are practically ready to call and make an offer to her. Only those people are signed up on our online dating service plan who wonderful willing to meet and so are set up for a severe relationship.

Attractive try article writer. But not almost all what you write applies to the modern world. I agree considering the idea that most who remaining Nigeria illegitimately are looking for a way to be legal by getting married to any kind of female that comes their approach just to get a residence for the country yet don’t forget that a few of this person are mainly university graduate and would would like to work lawfully in the country likewise in the event give the prospect.

i connected with this Nigerian almost this past year when he came to my region as a you are not selected researcher. He came in Jan 2014 and was presume to keep in May of the same year. However , he overstayed and underplaying the extend to which he overstayed. He has said to get married to him although my single hadn’t recently been finalized confirmed. He provides meet members of my loved ones but this individual felt timid to speak professionally with my dad. Is this a negative sign? i’ve spoken together with his parents but they how to start that my personal divorce isn’t final. His father has got asked him about me personally but he hasn’t informed him the extend of our relationship.

Ibos are no doubt the center and excellent movers of this Nigerian financial system. They are ground breaking, creative, committed, peaceful, etc, but they love financial success more than anything else in life. You are able to play with an Ibo man’s your life, but is not going to play with his money! Hence when coping with an Ibo man, be sure to don’t get his finances; therefore , if you guard his wallet with regards to him, you can expect to always be his best friend. And this love designed for financial contemporary is one of the things that make these people very innovative and ambitious in no matter what they do anytime. Note this, any store, business, and so forth owned by a Nigerian in your country, go and find out, it is owned or founded simply by an Ibo man. These assertion is not just applicable in foreign nations alone, nevertheless also in Nigeria.

Slovakian singles happen to be that uncommon case where intelligence and beauty think together in a single body. They are really of a typical Slavic appearance, which has get a standard of beauty. The majority of are cute blondies using a delicate nose area and higher lips staying fuller compared to the lower. In addition, psychologists understand it saying such women are extremely giving and put others’ requirements above all.

The girl is a riddle, they say. Gowns definitely regarding Slovakian. From your first sight, you’ll think she is a relaxed, modest, and trusting little girl. Although don’t get that wrong! After having a few dates, she’ll gradually show you her inner passionate, sensual tigress. These women find out perfectly tips on how to intrigue the man and generate his fire burn.

Unfortunately, most of the previously mentioned class of Nigerians would rather prefer to come back residence and look for a wife, you understand why? Because our social and classic values will vary, stronger and as such, supports matrimony better. For instance, when a standard Nigerian couple is going through marital entrée, they would rarely throw in the hand towel like it is usually done in the western countries. Remember, relationship in Nigeria is a union of two families- the man’s and the woman’s relatives, and as such the families might step in if perhaps things are getting out of hand they usually would perform whatever they will to settle the situation amicably inside the family level. Nigerians generally, have undeniable respect with regard to their parents and would hear and comply with them at any time in time.

I actually am a Nigerian Guy and most of what you say holds true, apart from the partying of the Yoruba man. Igbo’s and Yoruba’s adore to party since its similar to going to the films or golf clubs. the social gatherings are generally during festive occasions, sites to be or marriage ceremonies. However folks are different in disposition and countenance thus generalizing based upon tribe is normally flowed. We detest persons, believe in family members, love and faithfulness which include my religious beliefs.

Therefore , the the majority of viable choice to meet Slovakian women for marriage is by using a Slovakian submit order star of the event site. These sites make it possible for foreign people to get in contact with the Slovakian brides of their choice with no stress. You can work with a translator as well as other dependable professionals in order to meet the Slovakian girl of your dreams.

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Making fresh relationships after a failed marriage is always challenging. They want to live a better life. Since Slovakia is not really among the abundant European countries, local women may wish to change their very own place of living to some Traditional western state. Often , the easiest way to do that may be to marry the resident of one other country and move in to have together.

Building agencies happen to be crawling around Slovakia looking for girls for manner brands. Slovakian girls include slender styles and noticable cheekbones. Slovakia girls always maintain balanced and healthy diet and way of life. Also, the height makes them perfect candidates for building agencies. Fitness center culture in Slovakia is very popular. You happen to be unlikely to discover a Slovakian girl that is away of condition.

I run a corporate organization and because of ridiculous thoughts like this my own HR employees do not take a look at nigerian applicants more than once because they suppose everything about that resume is a lie no matter the encounter. So genuine people seeking to make a life find it hard. You really don’t understand the ripple effect of this information. Western girls are not stupid mainly because u think some just choose to do stupid things when they can see benefits signs m guy is mostly a looser and a no person. Someone going out with an illegal immigrant realizes he is one particular but yet choses to continue.

What am I looking to say in essence? An Ibo man often carry at heart his money or profit in whatever issue this individual does in life- be it business, education, relationship, and so forth It is this kind of trait that earned Ibos criticisms from other Nigerian tribes, because in whatever they may be doing, they can be always conscious of what they would gain fiscally. To spa it up, Ibo man is just similar to a Oriental man in terms of- funds consciousness, creative imagination, and design.

You will be thankful for their speedy wit and comprehensible design which is rare to find. Slovakian women are very mature. They will willfully understand your goals from the marriage. With their stiff life concepts, they will adjust with everything to save the relationship. This roots to their childhood which educated them to become respectful in any marriage they build. With her down to earth persona, a Slovakian woman may ultimately end up being the messiah of your life.

Slovak women will be conservative because they grew up in a mostly Catholic region. No, it doesn’t mean that all Slovakian ladies are religious, but they usually take dating significantly. They are more likely to look for determined relationships, therefore you need to esteem them to that.

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Making fresh relationships after having a failed marital life is always difficult. Secondly, each important decision of a family group has been to be only when using the agreement of two sides. Brides cannot put up with the fact that no one conferred with them. Matrimony makes two halves together. They cannot separate you” and I”, combining that into we”.

Don’t weary her with political comedies. 40 years aged Slovakian female might nonetheless hold this sort of a chat, although young ladies will have nothing to say. That’s not mainly because they understand nothing with this field and so are stupid. They will just typically think it’s an appropriate topic to discuss. Talk about cinema, traveling, music, and mindset instead.

Quit spreading hatred rather channel your publishing skills to providing ethnical specifics in the various nationalities and what to expect. I stumbled with this and revealed it to my hubby, he laughed and said all you could just had written is applicable to uneducated, uninformed families. Educated well meaning Nigerian men are to choose from which can give you a happy life.

After taking garbage from some black males in these western world because of there inferiority complex. All of us black women of all ages are now taking crap from our own dark-colored brothers home because of ” foreign women ” will you be kidding me? These are they same black girls that carried these dark-colored men designed for 9 weeks in there tummy and yet what we should are getting is definitely, our Nigerian brother having us because second option in marriage. This really is madness, really.

Learn about her culture. Slovakia has an affluent cultural customs. There are a lot of historic sites you can travel to, especially through the https://bestrealdatingsites.com/slavic-brides/slovakian-brides/ countrywide holidays. As well, you should try to know the language. It is rather difficult, but learning the basics is going to put a smile on your Slovakian bride’s confront.

There will be simply no barrier in communication as most within the Slovakian women are very progressive in British. With their top quality of education, they have superb command over the English terminology. You don’t have to stress about her without any wit in terms of connection. As most of the women feature their college degrees, she will have the brains to impress you as well. You will not run out of topics to discuss, and that’s an essential part of every single relationship. Furthermore, you will be pleased to know that your wife is designed for any kind of discussion.

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