#I’m drawing bright rn so emotions are running high

[soup-scope]

What breaks my heart the MOST about the bright and Fred situation is not just the loss of potential new Solaire lore, but a bit more of an internal look on how Sam is still reeling from his own turning.

Like sams relation to Alexis is mentioned in like. One video. From like a year ago. We see how he reacted during the inversion when Vincent had to be a maker. He obviously has very STRONG feelings about being a maker/a vampire in general

Through the lens of brighteyes, were given a chance to view Sam as not a lover, not necessarily a maker, but someone that we HAVE to depend on even though both parties are very much not happy with that arrangement. We’d also have the chance to see how Vincent presented himself as the clans prince. We’d possibly get a front row seat to how much he changed since he met Lovely. (I know the bright and Fred situations happens AFTER lovely goes to wonderworld cause bright and Fred literally stumble across Adams skeleton lmao)

I’m just mega disappointed how we practically LOST a side of the solaire clan that we can’t necessarily see through Lovely or darlin’s eyes.

I’d also kill to get a confrontation between Sam and Vincent perhaps. Sam *blames* brighteyes for going to wonderworld and getting them and Fred killed, even though they didn’t know vampires existed. But LOVELY did the exact same thing months (potentially months idk) prior and yet he doesn’t blame lovely for running into Adam??

I would’ve loved to get more views and perspectives on both vamps that we can’t get through the other listeners )))):

I always say this whenever I mourn the loss of bright and Fred’s storyline, but I understand WHY their story was scrapped in the first place. I’m glad Erik did what he thought was best for his mental health. 1000% stand by him for that decision. Some part of me may want the story to eventually come back, but if it never does, then I will respect Eriks decision and support him fully‼️‼️

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 22

IN THIS EPISODE OF SURPRISINGLY TENDER TENDERNESS:

It had her soul by a hook, a barbed arrow digging into her flesh, gouging her bloody the more she tried to escape it.

JUST KIDDING

okay i’m just gonna HOP RIGHT IN if u dont mind me cause we in it now and i DON’T have time to catch you all up go read the fic!!!!!!!!!!!! DONT ASK ME SHIT

A direct line suited her better. From up here, with only the rain between her and the sky, the path ahead was so clear. The tether was a straight line.

a gaydar so refined it comes with its own overlay. sweet.

the planet below her resisted, no matter how she insisted

even when she persisted? 

She pushed, and the force released like a broken dam, propelling her body away from the unyielding world beneath it—she leapt, high into the air, and it was like flying. With huge bursts of Aura, she cushioned her falls and leapt again, from rooftop to rooftop, making a straight line across the city.

can u imagine yr in umbraroot having a grand old time minding yr own business and then u see Very Famous Tenured Professor of Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch, pinging herself across the sky? nobody would believe u. do u think it’d b on the news.

The rain fell hard. It was pitch dark. Glynda had the phantom of a scent: like the last breath of a campfire before it died, like a kinder version of the acrid stench of Grimm, Cinder’s trail was clear as day to her. She was getting close; she could sense it, like blood on the wind.

ISNT THIS NOSTALGIC,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, wow. its like glynda’s abt to ruin vale’s infrastructure all over again,

If Cinder was in a fight, this rain would muzzle her. Glynda remembered it vividly: how frustration tainted Cinder’s face in Forever Fall, how her fire sputtered and died. Even Cinder would lose her edge here, in this cold downpour. If she was in trouble—if she—

remember when glynda realised this for the first time and was like ‘hoho’ only now its made a thousand times worse because u have a crush emotions r hell and yr in the soup now!!!!!!!!!!! YR IN THE SOUP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She almost ran right past Cinder—might have missed her entirely, if not for the painful yank at her own soul.

did cinder just hit the ground like a wet grape

“Don’t touch me!” Cinder’s voice was raw. She snarled the words out like a cornered animal and lashed out with one arm, hitting Glynda’s hand away. The other arm was limp, still tucked to her chest.

BE GENTLE WITH KITTY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, lure her ass out w/ some shrimp on a string,

She shook like a frightened fawn under Glynda’s touch, ratchet tense and wholly spent of strength.

i cannot even describe how many of these scenes i am seeing so vividly in my head and my GOD do i wish i were better at sequential art cause i want to draw them ALL........................ I WANNA DRAW OUT THIS WHOLE THING!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

god i cant like. TALK ABT THIS SCENE WITHOUT COPY-PASTING THE ENTIRE THING BUT AAAAAAAAAA god. GOD. i just. phew. PHEW. its REAL TENDER. GLYNDA PICKING CINDER UP LIKE A LIL GRAPE AND wait diesel is this the thing you drew art of. diesel. diesel look at me is this that art--

Her fingers bunched in Glynda’s shirt. They were drenched and cold and Glynda hurt so much inside for her—whatever had happened to Cinder this night had destroyed her, that much was clear.

/sips drink see if i were an asshole id say hoohoo the karma but as i am not i say only this: babey 😔

If they recognized her name, they were determined to act normally when arranging the room she asked for.

“hey didn’t we just see her ping across the city a couple of hours ago--” “greg don’t even ask”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Cinder mumbled. “Leave me.”

“I won’t.”

ough,,,, directly in the kokoro i see

The shower was a collaborative effort; Glynda inspected for injuries while Cinder sat in the tub, warm water pelting down on them both.

other slowburns when they share a shower: hoohoo,,,,,,,, the tension,,,,,,,,, the s k i n offal hunt: what if you got in the shower with yr ex-enemy,,,,,,,,,, to inspect her wounds,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and you were both girls 😳

Glynda gently roused her own, pressing a tender flow of it through her palms, offering it to Cinder.

Cinder’s Aura was hollow and hungry. Her soul lapped up everything it was offered. Cinder leaned back slightly, like that would help the boost go through faster; or maybe like all she wanted was a kind touch. She didn’t look back. Slowly, the various cuts and scrapes that littered her body erased themselves.

i am loving this mirroring which you probably already guessed but im like wriggling in my chair abt it all,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS GAY SHIT. FUCK YEA. FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA

She turned off the shower and stepped out, gathering up the biggest towels she had found, bundling Cinder up in one and fluffing her hair again. This time the white towel came away clean. Cinder peered out owlishly, her face a far healthier color despite the purple bruising that remained around her eyes, telling plainly of her weariness.

OKAY straight up that description is so cute i physically clapped a hand to my mouth and went ‘AWUGH’ because BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B A B Y

There was a gulf between them in the hotel bed.

It wasn’t at all like their nights at Cinder’s house. This was closed off. Distant. A thousand questions and answers hung unspoken in the air, heavy like the rain clouds themselves. The two of them were warm and dry, but not much else. There was little comfort to speak of.

see the real slowburn experience is having progress and losing that shit again. we take one step forwards and two back. u get the HIGH and then u get the real low but rn i hope cinders round face smiles once again. nobody who looks that baby like should ever b so sad and thats a fact 😔

Cinder, in her sleep, started crying again. It came and went in disconnected pieces, until she finally cried herself awake, startling out of her dreams.

i sent this crying cat in response to the update announcement but i never knew how real it was until now

again there’s a whole ass section where i cant pick one bit cause its ALL good but GOD this fucking. whole silent conversation theyre having. OUGH. THE SOULMATES.

When Cinder didn’t answer the question, Glynda held one arm out, lifting the blankets between them. “Cinder.”

Glynda didn’t know which surprised her more: that she had offered, or that Cinder accepted.

OH???????????

She settled quietly, face pressed into Glynda’s collarbone, her breath flitting warm over scar-marked skin. Glynda’s arm, curled around her back, weighed her down. Cinder did not hold on to her in return. She was folded up around herself, fitting into the space Glynda had made for her, taking to warmth and shelter like an abandoned child.

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;w; 

also whuh-oh:

The fear was eating her alive, and bit by bit, her skin seemed to unravel, every layer of her body sloughing off into just meat, rent through by that light—it felt like teeth, like destruction, like being twisted apart in some giant’s hands like an insect having its wings pulled out. It held fury like she had never felt. She quailed before it, and it bared its teeth, black tar and grave-rot spilling from between yellowed fangs.

Glynda tried to close her eyes, to look away, to run away, but it seized her like a bear trap sinking its jagged teeth into the wrong prey, snapping a much more fragile deer bone with ease. It sieved her being out from between her ribs, drinking only the cacophony of her soul, lapping up every part of her inheritance—all the while she was fighting, struggling helplessly in its grasp, her mind mere shatterings of bright-red pain, with only slivers of meat and fragments of bone remaining of her body—torn apart by lances of sunlight, burning like fire, a dawn that came with the sound of a scream.

firstly: 👈😎👈

secondly: do i gotta say how i love how visceral this fic is? i say it like in every liveblog. BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE. IM SAYING IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was coming. It would destroy her. With ease, with relish, it would tear her still beating heart from her chest and discard it, offal from the slaughter—and then it would dig deeper still, to draw out of her that very engine that kept her moving.

is this the closest we’ve gotten to an almost title namedrop?

Glynda stared through the darkness, seeing nothing, but knowing without a doubt that her gaze pointed north like a compass.

HRM............................................. I N 👈 T E R 😎 E S T I 👈 N G

THATS CHAPTER 22 BABEY. it was VERY good. i mean rip cinder’s whole ass but i do love her. i love this evil baby. i also love glynda picking her up with all the effort of picking up a bag of crisps,

[lokishornns]

Make a Wish 1

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pairing: Loki x Reader

type: series, fluff with some comedy

rating: pg-13

summary: You’re a new employee for the Make a Wish foundation, struggling to make a living in the ever expensive New York City. When your boss (who, for the record, hates your guts) assigns an impossible task as a way to get you fired, you do everything in your power to make a kid happy. Even if that does include getting face to face with the most hated man in the city.

word count: 1919

warnings: cursing probably

notes: this was a prompt from somewhere, i dont remember because i saw it so long ago. also im grounded rn so all i can do is pop on and post, i’m sorry that i can’t check requests!

[Part 2]

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You stumble through the doors of the Avengers tower, water puddling at your feet and your hair covering your view. You push your hair away hastily, smiling sheepishly at the receptionist who looks thoroughly annoyed that you possibly dripped water into her lobby. You step onto the mat by the front door, brushing water off of your jacket and pants before jogging over to the desk that the receptionist still eyes you warily. You flash a nervous smile, digging into your purse. You sigh in relief as you pull out your business and security card.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Hold on just a second,” her shrill voice causes you to pause as her bony finger holds up right in front of her purse. Your face flushes red and you nod with a tight lipped smile.

Today was a journey. You had been running everywhere attempting to find something, or shall you say someone, who was quickly showing that this mission would be impossible. You had checked all areas of previous sightings, even hacked into a newspaper’s database for witnesses – which you were guessing was highly illegal – and nothing was coming up. The Avengers Tower was a last resort, yet here you were, soaking wet in the middle of the lobby at the mercy of a very annoyed receptionist.

“Name and business?” her voice brings you out of your thoughts, her narrow eyes glaring into your soul.

“Oh, um,” you tell her your name, halting in your phrase as she types your name into some sort of database. “I’m with the Make a Wish Foundation with the intention to talk to-” you freeze for a moment, realizing you weren’t really looking for anyone in particular, “any of the Avengers.” You hand her your cards, watching quietly as her fingers dance across the keyboard, inputting some sort of information.

“It does not appear you have a scheduled meeting with any of the team members,” she says, looking over the rim over her glasses at the screen before glancing back to you. Your face falls at the mention of a meeting, internally cursing yourself for your carelessness. “Would you like me to schedule one?”

“When is the next available time?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek. To be quiet honest, you were clueless in what to do. You were a low level employee for the foundation with no prior experience or training except in finance and material management. You had been given this task by your superior who absolutely hated your guts as he found it rather funny to see you struggling. It was a joke task that everyone knew you would never be able to complete, but you still had to try.

“In two months. There’s an opening for Hawkeye,” you groan at her high-pitched voice, putting your head down on the counter. You were going to lose your job and let a cancer patient lose their dream of meeting their most idolized person. Why they idolized him, you had no clue, but who were you to deny him of his Wish?

“Are you sure? I mean, if they have like ten minutes, that’s all I nee-”

“Ma’am,” the woman started, a strained smile stretching her mouth. “If you do not answer my question, I will be forced to ask security to remove you,” she said and you closed your eyes tightly, opening them slowly to stare at the woman, your jaw clenching.

“Listen, I have been on my feet for a solid eight hours. I have ran through the pouring rain all over the city. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. There is a kid sitting at a hospital right now, wondering why the person they idolize the most isn’t paying a five minute visit to make their day or help them get through the next surgery. So I’m sorry if I seem a little impatient, but I really need to talk to one of the Avengers,” I grit my teeth, the words spitting out aggressively.

Her eyes widen a fraction at your burst, soon squinting and leaning forwards to you. She grabs a small screen off of the counter, pressing buttons furiously. Realization washes over you and your face flushes bright red. Her mouth opens, prepared to yell something, before a booming voice causes both of you to jump.

“Miss Helda! How is your day?” you turn to see a huge mountain of muscles, topped with a bright smile and shoulder length blond hair. Your mouth drops at the sight of the god, shocked to see Thor – the thunder god – wearing sweats and walking around casually. Your face turns an even deeper shade of red at the sight of him if that’s even possible.

“Good evening, Thor,” the receptionist grumbles and you look at her, surprised at the tone she used with the hero. He only seems amused at her irritated attitude, laughing slightly at her scrunched face.

“What is this lovely lady doing here?” you look behind you, confused when you see no one behind you. You look back to the man who is staring directly at you, your eyes flying open in shock.

“Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself.

“Yes, you!” he laughs loudly and you freeze in surprise.

“She was just being escorted out,” Helda snaps, glaring at you. In the midst of the celebrity appearance, you had forgotten about your burst in the lobby, now being harshly reminded.

“Nonsense, she will join me,” he says, walking over to you and Helda with large steps. Helda mumbles something most likely about a pair of idiots and rolls her eyes at his antics, but seemingly unsurprised. Thor might possibly be a security risk, but nobody seems to be able to control him. Your feet feel as if they are bolted to the floor as the large golden retriever lumbers over to you.

His hand slaps on your shoulder, causing you to wince, but he practically drags you along, causing your feet to stumble and almost slip. You stay silent, unable to form any coherent words towards your blond savior in sweatpants. Once in the elevator, the huge god leans down towards your ear.

“Do not fret, mortal. I overheard your conversation. Helda is quite troubling, but all with good intent,” he whispers and you turn your head to him. “You also are able to talk, correct?” he asks, an amused smile on his face.

“O-oh yeah. Sorry, I’m just – You just possibly saved my job,” you blabber, cringing slightly as you realize how embarrassing your words were.

“Funny, people don’t usually say their job,” he says with a large smile, and before you can apologize, the doors slide open, displaying the lounge room that’s always displayed on the news or in random pictures on Instagram.

“Thor, where did you pu-” a voice sounds from your right and you whip your head to face blue eyes and short, blond hair. Your mouth opens widely, not expecting to come face to face with the living representation of righteousness. “Who is this?” he asks, an eyebrow raising at your wet appearance.

“This lady is with that organization that you grant genies,” Thor says, clearly pleased with himself.

“Wishes,” you say, clarifying the confusion between you and the Captain. “I work for the Make a Wish foundation,” you smile nervously, knowing that if anyone here was to shut down your request, it would be Captain America. The only way you could market this to him would be with pulling on his emotional strings.

“Hi, I’m Steve Rogers,” he says, holding out a hand and you introduce yourself, hesitantly shaking his hand. You smile, gulping at his iron grip. “Sorry, but do you mind me asking what you’re doing up here, ma’am?” he asks, his brows drawing together slightly. You stutter slightly, looking at the mountain of muscles that stands besides you.

“I – uh,” you start, unsure of what to say. You hadn’t expected to come so far. “I was assigned a Wish for a cancer patient by the name of Cody and he has a specific Wish that he would love to be filled by his idol,” you say, your heart rate rising.

“Usually they contact us through Tony,” Steve eyes you warily, glancing at your sopping clothes. Your ears go pink, a clear sign of embarrassment.

“About that,” you pause, biting the inside of your cheek, “you aren’t the people who this boy wants to meet.”

“Well then, what can we do to help?” he asks, content with your answer.

“I was hoping you can help me contact him,” you say, pulling a scrunched face. At the sight of Steve’s confusion, you huff. “To cut things short, I need you to help me contact Loki Laufeyson, your main enemy,” you sigh. Your words cause Steve’s jaw to tick and his gaze hardens.

“I don’t believe we can help with anything,” Steve looks over to Thor, giving him a slight nod. You meet Thor’s soft stare, as if some unknown emotion is triggered by the mention of his brother. His hand grips your upper arm, starting to pull you back to the elevator. Your eyebrows raise in panic and you immediately rip your shoulder back, wincing at the pain that shoots through your shoulder. Thor’s eyes train on you, surprise filling his expression.

“Hold on, before you take me away, please just hear me out,” you look into Steve’s eyes, your eyes narrowing. “I know how it sounds, but I really need to find Loki. This kid is in the final stages of his condition and he doesn’t have very long. My boss gave me the assignment because everyone but me has given up on this kid. I am not about to let this eight year old kids dream fall through because a man in spandex and sparklers over here is refusing to contact their emo teenage arch nemesis. If you are hesitant because of the kids safety, do remember how many kids you put in danger every time you decide to bust a couple random gun dealers. He may not even accept, I don’t know, but I sure as hell won’t let you get in the way of the one thing that may still matter to this kid,” you bite out, not realizing that in the process you had stood up straighter and had almost backed Steve into a wall. His mouth had fallen open in the process, unable to get past the fact that a woman in the soaking and seemingly weak state she appeared had just stood up to the great Captain America.

“I like her,” a voice echoes and your head turns to see Tony Stark approaching you, his ridiculous glasses on.

“Why do you have your glasses on, its dark outside?” you ask, your nose scrunching up.

“Hangover, dear. It knocks down the strongest,” he says and you nod stiffly.

“Now, let’s go contact reindeer games,” he smirks, turning around abruptly. You stare after him, surprised at his response. It takes a glance at you to shake you out of your state of shock. You run after him, trailing water in your wake.

Steve and Thor stare after you, watching as you turn the corner. Steve looks to Thor and notices his entranced expression, laughing slightly.

“Thor, you have Jane,” he reminds the god, and Thor turns to him with wide eyes.

“That’s her,” he says and Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “That’s who Loki’s going to marry.” Steve snorts and rolls his eyes, but Thor remains in place, his mind reeling.