#and it just looks rlly other worldly????

[4giorno]

this was honestly such a mistake im aware of that, but i dont regret it at all. i also got the kitty ritsu card (i accidentally tapped away before taking a screenshot 💀) which im so happy abt so all in all this was such a nice thing for me atm and i needed it 💖💖

[zumicho]

MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU EP6: FIRST NAME BASIS (BASE) ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ + WRITTEN⋆ ･

cw: swearing, innuendo, oikawa

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

he’s right. it’s empty.

haji’s words during the drive repeat themselves to you :

“i like this beach because it’s almost never crowded. quiet place with a nice view, you know? gets you a break from.. everything else.” to which you hummed in agreement, cracking a joke about the french fry smell in his car—secretly thankful for the food he brought. you’d never actually thank him though, not if you had to trade that with the pink flush creeping up his cheeks as he stutters over his explanation.

it’s hard to believe you’ve never met before; you click so well. you wonder why you’ve never bumped into each other.

his biceps flexed as he skillfully ripped a paper bag into a mat for your dinner. those can’t be just for show, your breathing slows. the worn in white tank he threw on rounded out the perfect effortlessly hot & sexy raw lifeguard look and HELLLL IT LOOKED GOOD ON HIM!!!!!!! ok now back to being poetic & literate

in the distance, a group of friends gather for a game of beach volleyball. following your line of sight, iwaizumi pauses mid sentence and nudges you gently with his elbow. “you play any?”

you shake your head, laughing,

“not as good as my brother.”

you’re already getting up.

— FACTLIST!

• this is my favorite ep so far :D not rlly a fact

• bokuto ate yn’s portion in hotpot in her stead

• making up for the lack of iwa in my last chapter, here’s a written part for my (our) man <3

• he spent 15 minutes in kuroo’s closet asking him what to wear, facetimed oikawa too

author’s note: crying i want what they have +++ dear user eggyrocks if u see this I love ur posts more than anything and would gladly trade all my worldly possesions to keep bruised on the internet forever

TAGLIST — REPLY/ASK!

@needtoloveoutloud @rory-cakes @minaluvu @tenjikusstuff4 @cherrypieyourface @strawberrygloom1 @bows4life @suitstars @dreamsofnaughtiness

bolded didn’t work

yes my song choices are cracking me up let me have this

[stilljuststardust]

Hi I want to be rlly pretty and beautiful using manifestation but since beauty is such a a broad category and I don’t know what I want what do I do and what steps can I take

You can be non specific if you want

Manifestation doesn't have to be specific. For example the Neville Goddard affirmation "isn't it wonderful" not even a full sentence but it implies something to your subconscious so your subconscious creates off of that implication.

If you affirm "I am beautiful" your subconscious will create that experience for you. If you want something specific you can affirm for that but don't worry about "broad" affirmations.

If you still want to break it down (because tbh, same)

Identify key features of the face and what you'd want them to look like, either affirm for them individually or use an umbrella affirmation to imply that you have all of them

Example: "I look exactly like what I wrote down"

If you really truly need ideas, I've got you

Eyelashes. Everyone has different wants but I go for manga lashes.

Eyes, what color, shape, or even vibe do you want them do give off? Do you want sharp seductive eyes? Big innocent ones? Deep mysterious eyes?

Lips, what lip shape do you want? Do you want to manifest that they're always soft and hydrated? Or maybe that they're always naturally red/pink?

Face, what face shape do you want? Do you want soft and elegant? Or sharp? Do you want to manifest perfect facial harmony or symetey?

Eyebrows, you could manifest that they frame your face perfectly or that they are thick, or your desired shape

Body, you can manifest not having body hair, or soft skin, or a body shape you'd like.

Aura, do you want a specific vibe? You could be an other worldly ethereal type beauty, or a femme fatale, or pretty like a doll, or mysterious, etc. What do you want people to feel when they look at you?

Advice

When you look in the mirror mentally react as if you just saw your desired face. "Oh my god it worked I'm beautiful" yes that will feel like it's not true but your subconscious doesn't know that, it only knows what you tell it. Affirm, and don't affirm against it even when shown otherwise.

Subliminals I like

Ideal face but prettier

Hypnotic beauty

"but you looked so different an hour ago"

Hair subliminal

Bare faced beauty

[blasphamoustraitors]

Hum

[lostgreekgod]

change

a/n: yes. i did not know what to call this. sorry. also sorry for the slow-fast-slow-slow-really fast thing ? its how I felt, reading it. but tbh I didn't proof read as much. so plot holes, gigantic plot holes.

pairing: loki x f!reader; enemies to lovers.

request:

word count: 5936

warnings: um i think theres like hints of suicide mentions. death. oh also depression metions. lmk if you find anything else

a/a/n: my 2nd request! anon didnt give me a pronoun preference, so i did a f!reader. hope i did you justice with the story, anon.

oh another a/n bc i cant stop talking: i had to write the beginning about 3 times. I like slow development, and a one shot with enemies to lovers AND a kiss seemed rlly hard to write, but nevertheless. also omg the amount of research I did for this.

taglist: @theaudacitytowrite @gaitwae lmk if u want to be added!

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2 months. That’s how long y/n had been holed up in the Avenger’s towers. Sure, she appreciated the amenities and the other various provisions, but she had to leave. She was sick and tired of “playing a part to help”. That’s what the doctor—Baron Strucker—told her before she was ruthlessly experimented on, and that’s what SHIELD told her when she was rescued. Of course, at one point in her life, she had thought of doing something for the world, but now? All she wanted now was some peace. She simply wanted to resign into the flow of life and its rigorous cycles of life and death, go wherever fate led her. Oh, what she would do for a little cabin in the woods—she would go berry picking every day with a little golden dog that she would love more than life. She would enjoy the solace, her mind thrumming with happiness as she took in the simplest worldly pleasures. But instead, she was stuck here, “training” so she could “save the world”. She wished she could simply tuck her abilities away, pretend they never existed.

‘You have the ability to manipulate binding energy,’ they had said to her. Apparently, she could alter the structural—sometimes molecular constitution of any object or substance in her vicinity. Her younger self would cherish her powers, but right now, y/n would do anything to live a normal life. Just when she thought her life couldn’t be worse, she was ordered to train with a said god to enhance her deranged abilities. Loki—the God of Lies and Mischief—also possessed a set of powers, rather on similar lines as hers. Except, he could manipulate his surroundings and create new things to suit his needs, while y/n’s abilities were all about destruction. She could tear anything—anything apart, regardless of how tight its atomic constituent was. It certainly scared her, the fact that she had still not managed to get her powers to work at her will, but almost everyone assured her that she would soon. Except Loki. He told her that she would never be able to wield her abilities to their full extent, that she would never be a hero. Surprisingly, she agreed. She was too unstable to control them, she had felt it. Every time she tried summoning her powers, nothing would happen. Not even when she stretched her arms out and everything. But oh, when she got mad, boom! Everything around her would literally explode! She had seen the look in people’s eyes when she caused something like that. Monster, they would say. No matter how unintentional it was, she still had those memories ingrained in her mind; after all, they visited her every night in her nightmares.

“Get away from me!” the woman yelled with her child limp in her arms, tears streaming down her face. Her lip wobbled as she tried to contain what was left of her sanity.

“I’m only trying to help- “ y/n stammered, her hands shaking. What had she done?

“He is dead, because of you. You are done trying to help. Get away from me, you monster!” the woman yelled, shoving at her—and that’s when all of y/n’s bodily functions stopped, her heart running cold. She was a monster.

She sighed loudly. Every other day, she would wake up breathing so heavily, FRIDAY would ask her if she needed a doctor. Her skin would be coated with sweat; it would drip down her chin when she sat up. Her heart would beat so hard against her ribs, almost as if it would tear off and run away screaming. But not for long, she would promise herself. No one would get hurt at her expense. She needed the perfect plan to escape the Avengers—she was smart enough to know that if she was caught, she wouldn’t be given the same liberty she had now. There would always be eyes on her, and she would never be able to leave. They’d probably put a camera in her room, even perhaps put a transmitter in her skin, and that was something she was wholly against.

“Knock-knock, time for training!” Steve’s cheery voice rang outside y/n’s door.

Mustering the best happy voice possible, she called back, “Be right there!” Sighing, she shifted out of her sheets and headed for the shower. She had a long day before she could commit to her planning.

Loki warmed up in the empty room. Or he tried to. He was mostly just flipping his dagger in his hand, his chest jittering in nervousness, but his face always the cold neutral mask. He was supposed to train y/n every day, and it was getting on his last nerve. Sure, the Midgardian was very much gifted, but he was much worried for her. Not to mention the things he seemed to be… feeling for her. He told himself it was only because she was a lot like him. She simply needed a mentor. So why couldn’t he be what she needed? He could see how hard she struggled to control the energy within her, he could see how she was in need of desperate help. Yet, he was harsher with her than he was with the other heroes, never missing an opportunity to wound her verbally. She needed to stay away from him, and since Rogers wouldn’t honor his wishes about not wanting to be y/n’s instructor, the only way for him to make sure he wouldn’t have to spend any longer with her was to have her despise him so much, that she asked Steve to stop her training with him. She was a new addition to the group, so most obviously the soldier would make sure that she got whatever she needed like the honorable, benevolent captain he was. But what surprised him was how y/n seemed to agree with every insult he shot at her. He would call her worthless, and she wouldn’t even blink an eye at him. He would tell her that she was insignificant, that she was simply dead weight to the Avengers, and she would simply gesture at him to continue with the training and hurry back to the sanctity of the room the moment they were done for the day. Most obviously, he could see that she was planning something, but what?

y/n channeled another wave of white energy through her fingers towards him, screaming. But all her effort couldn’t even shake the god from his stance. She inhaled again, charging at him. Combat, he had said to her. Today, she was working on implementing the energy around her in combat, and she was not doing well. She threw a weakly made fist at him, him easily dodging. She turned around, stretching her leg in the air, a kick aimed for the face. He gripped her calf as she laid one hand on his chest. Just when he thought it was over, she channeled a small burst of energy at him, causing him to stumble back, pulling her with him. She fell against him onto the floor, her face inches away from his. She stared into his green, green eyes—they were like little droplets of rainwater. Not entirely blue, but not exactly colorless either. Just pale, almost transparent, with the littlest specks of green and gray. It looked like the sky, just before it would begin to snow. Shivers ran up her spine, she could feel the chill of the crisp color. It reminded her of a gentle breeze before an obvious storm. Subconsciously, she leaned towards him, before Loki pushed her off of him, bringing her back to her senses. His heart thundered in his chest. She had almost kissed him, and he would have let her. He had to end this. Now.

“And what in Midgard was that?” Loki’s steely voice came a few seconds later. Y/n said nothing. She simply lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. She wasn’t one to explain her internal torment, especially not to someone who seemed to hate her so much. She shut her eyes, regretting letting her guard down. He looked at her with no expression on his face, except a slight scorn adorning his lips—she thought it was because of how sweaty she looked with her clothes drenched and her lungs screaming for oxygen. Oh, what she would do if she had known otherwise.

“I asked you a question.” His voice came again, baritone as ever. Y/n ran that voice over in her head. That sweet, euphonious voice that coated his words like icing on a cake. But the angelic voice he had just never suited the tone in which he spoke with her. She wondered how he would sound when he spoke to a lover. She thought of sweet whispers of secret love, his cool, calm voice, and shuddered. Perhaps in another life, she would have done something for the attraction she felt towards him. Perhaps if she were a different person, someone stronger, smarter, someone without as many problems, she would honor the urge she felt in her mind every time her eyes landed on him. It angered her how HYDRA had stolen her life from her in just a short amount of time, her last moments of leading a normal, content life snatched away from her like taking candy from a baby.

Loki watched her as she struggled to channel her energy towards the target. She was distracted, and it was not because of their “moment” earlier. Every time she readied herself to harness the energy around her, a wisp of a look would pass her eyes and she would falter. He wondered what caused that.

“Get up, mortal. I do not have all day.”

y/n was done. She couldn’t do anything more for the day. The boy’s face engulfed her mind, the cries of his mother filling her ears. What was she thinking? She did not deserve love. Not after what she did. She was only trying to help.

“Now!” Loki ordered, his foot slightly kicking hers in an attempt to bring her back from wherever her mind had drifted. He saw how her eyes became glassy-- as if she was indulging in an old memory. Almost as if it pained her to witness the same repeatedly. He tried calming his feral heart. He wondered when his mind had given up on all reasoning, letting him feel the wrath of his little pumping organ.

Now, her anger was directed towards him. Who was he to tell her what to do? She didn’t have to follow anyone’s orders, much less his. She was the only one who trained day and night, and at what expense? Loki’s amusement? No thanks.

“No.” she deadpanned; her eyes still focused on the ceiling.

“I beg your pardon?” he sputtered at her incredulous response.

Meeting his eyes with her still glassy ones, she repeated. “I said no.”

Loki stared at her for a moment. The Midgardian had just defied his direct order. She surely was something else. He studied her eyes, how the e/c irises seemed almost devoid of any life. His heart yearned to comfort her, betraying his quiet mind with its stranger intentions.

Shaking his head, he said again, “I will have to report you, then.”

“Go ahead.” Anyone was smart enough to know that was the last thing Loki would do. He wasn’t one to approach the Captain, especially not for such insolent matters. What was y/n playing at?

“Do you really take me for a fool? When I ask you to get up, you do as I say. Or did you forget I am your instructor?” he said, his voice edging with a warning. Y/n was now getting on his last nerve.

She stared at him, her eyes never leaving his. She wasn’t going to do it. No one orders her around; she was now a free individual. Isn’t that what SHIELD told her when she was rescued? She could do as she liked, unlike how it was when she was being… experimented on.

“I’m not doing it. I told you I was done for the day. I am going to leave,” she said, getting up from her place on the floor. Loki watched her, still bewildered. He had thought a lot of things about her, but he never thought she would be so bold. Who was she? How would she have been, if she wasn’t made to endure the torture that she had? Would she be happy, smile that brilliant smile? Would her eyes radiate the joy that he had seen only in her older pictures? When she was wild and full of life, when she was free?

He whipped his hand around, green strands of seidr erupting from his fingertips, and y/n was back in front of him again, instead of at the door. He wouldn’t let this happen again. This was the end of his time with y/n. He had to get a grip over his foolish heart.

“Hey!” she yelled, her hands clenching. She could feel the anger surge deep in her. Could he not let her be? She wanted to be alone after the embarrassment she had caused herself. Oh, how she regretted it.

Loki couldn’t help the little smirk on his face. He watched as she took a deep breath and glared at him before turning to leave again. He snapped his fingers, and there she was again, in front of him, ugly anger simmering in the pit of her stomach.

“You are no match for me, and you never will be. So you might as well treat me with some respect,” he spat, his heart stuttering for a moment in response to his harshness. But he might as well do it. He couldn’t train with her, not if he was going to have confused “feelings” festering in his heart. He had to make sure she went to Steve asking for a change of training instructors, it was for the best.

Breathing again, y/n tried to keep the anger down. She knew what happened the last time she had felt such anger. Monster.

“Let me go,” she spat, her eyes sharp.

“Worthless. That’s what you are,” he teased, his heart still thumping hard against his ribcage. It seemed to tell him, don’t do it! don’t! But when had he ever listened to his heart? Especially when it was being so unreasonable?

“We already established that. Let me leave,” she said, her breathing shallow. “Please,” she added a second later. She had to regain control of the energy festering in her core. No, no, no, her conscious chanted.

“You can’t be an Avenger with just powers, y/l/n. You need skill.” He said, his voice laced with venom his heart didn’t intend for.

y/n studied his eyes, wondering where he was going with this. Surely, he couldn’t know of her countless mess-ups…

Finish it! His mind yelled at him.

“You couldn’t even save him,” he whispered, never leaving her eyes. Of course. Of course, he had read her file. Why wouldn’t he have? Her killing someone was no news in a tower full of heroes. After all, accidents were what made the best of them. He watched as her eyes widened and her lip quivered, before her irises narrowed into slits, and gritted her teeth. And that was when all hell broke loose.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through.” She whispered, her voice colder than ice. A shiver ran up his spine. A moment ago, she was so close to breaking apart, but now she looked like a statue set in stone, her teeth baring out, snarling at him.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Crack, went his heart. He sighed internally as he braced himself.

“It’s pathetic. You are pathetic.” He managed to breathe out before he was thrown back into the walls, the steel around him suddenly shattering, exploding everywhere. He summoned his daggers in a flash, only to land his eyes on a now levitating y/n, her body suspended in mid-air as she glared at him with completely white eyes, glowing like the morning light. Her hands were now fists at her sides, sheer power radiating around them. Wisps of white strands of energy looped around her figure, making her look almost ethereal. Her hair floated around her as if they were disturbed by a slight breeze. Electric. That was what she was.

y/n didn’t know what happened. One moment she was in pieces, her heart about to shatter at his accusation, and the next moment she was suspended in air, feeling such power in her bones, as if she could do anything.

“I am not pathetic.” She said, her voice sweet as honey. She scrunched her eyebrows. That was not what she sounded like. It was almost as if the energy around her caused the sound to resonate, her voice reverberating against itself, causing multiple tones. Either way, it was all so beautiful, even Loki was mesmerized for a second.

y/n looked down at her hands, the white energy swimming between her fingertips, ready to strike. Monster, she remembered. This is what had happened before the boy had died. Before she had killed him. She simply reached out to him, and she had somehow sucked the energy out of him. She hadn’t told anyone how she felt at that moment. She felt power. True, raw power, almost as if the boy’s energy had transferred into her. It destroyed her how she could feel such ecstasy at the price of one’s life. It disgusted her. He’s right. You are worthless. A monster. You deserve to rot.

She fell to her knees, all that power quickly dissipating with a metallic thrum, leaving a smell of electricity in the air, like something had been singed. She held her hands to her heart, wishing she could rip it out. Could she, perchance? With tears streaming down her face, she met a fascinated Loki’s eyes. It was almost as if he was excited. Like HYDRA was, when they first witnessed their superweapon in action. She scrunched her eyebrows, her voice laced with venom, “I hate you.” Pushing herself up, she ran. She didn’t know where she wanted to go, she simply ran. Hands pumping beside her, her legs weeping under the stress of the running. She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. After all, she didn’t deserve it. She let the pain seep into her muscles, her tendons screaming at the lack of aeration. She sobbed again; the ball of pain still lodged in her throat. She turned back to the Avenger’s tower. She was leaving tonight.

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She shoved some clothes in a duffel, her carefully curated plan of many months forgotten. It had been too long, too long of spending a comfortable time in the tower, getting everything she needed. She didn’t deserve any of it, not after what she had done.

Sniffing, she wiped at the tears on her cheeks haphazardly. She put on a plain black shirt with grey jeans and combat boots and walked out of her room. She would run far, far away where she could hurt no one and keep her abilities tucked away for good. She made her way to the kitchen, deciding to sneak through the back doors of the cafeteria. The cameras wouldn’t be operative in those sectors, she would be able to make it out of the compound rather easily. Pushing the door open, she made sure not to make any noise. Just because the cameras weren’t functioning, she couldn’t afford to be calm. She had to be faster in getting out. Hugging the wall, she shifted her way into the kitchen, her eyes scanning for any heroes nearby. She could hear Thor’s snores coming from a nearby room. She turned towards the center table, and her heart leaped as she instinctively ducked. Loki. Of all days, the insomniac had chosen this day to stay up and read late in the night. He hummed a little tune as he prepared his tea. Little did y/n know that one of the reasons he couldn’t sleep that night was because of her. He simply couldn’t get over how he had hurt her. His heart convulsed whenever he saw the image of her tear-streaked face, her eyes focused on the energy radiating off her hands like she had seen something terrible. A monster. He wished he had picked something else to drive her mad over. He turned around to fetch himself his favorite honey and lemon tea bag, his eyes catching some quick movement. A little more assessment revealed to him that it was none other than y/n. He stayed calm, minding his own business. Why was she here? Maybe she needed a midnight snack? He had sometimes heard her screaming in her room, possibly from nightmares, did she have another one now? But why was she hiding from him?

y/n shifted behind the wall again. She was certain he had seen her, the little shift in his demeanor—the sudden stiffness of his body being on alert gave his neutral face away. She stepped away from the wall. She would have to fight her way through. Loki had seen her at her peak, and not to mention how he too once wanted nothing to do with the Avengers, so perhaps he would be more thoughtful and simply let her go.

“Hello, y/n,” Loki said, without looking up from his cup. Perhaps this was a confrontation? y/n had never once lost her cool in front of him, not even when he degraded her with the vilest of insults. Maybe she wanted him to apologize? Stop thinking, he chided at himself. She hasn’t even said anything yet.

He finally glanced at her, only to freeze. She looked like she was up and ready to go, hair away from her face, comfortable clothes, and… a bag. Not any bag. A duffel bag. Her eyes were puffy, her nose red—like she had been crying. She never cried. This only meant one thing. She was running away.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft, his mind cautious of her movements. If she was planning on sneaking away, he was an obstacle she had come across at the last minute. A hurdle she would have to cross.

y/n stared at him for a moment. Would he let her go? “Leaving.” She said, her voice as soft as his. Maybe a display of some emotion would help her.

Loki waited for a beat. “Why?” he questioned.

y/n felt her anger simmer again. Why was she always being interviewed, all her actions always questioned? It was like she was back at HYDRA, always being told what to do, never being able to do what she wanted without begging for permission. Nothing was different from HYDRA and the Avengers headquarters, except for the fact that the Avengers provided some twisted sort of so-called freedom. She was going to be made to hurt people if her energy was continued to be harnessed. But she wouldn’t allow that. Not again.

“Because.” She wondered what to say. She could have threatened him, but that would only make him warier of her. But with being calm, if all goes down, she would still have an advantage over him, and might just be able to make a narrow escape.

“Because…” Loki said, motioning at her to continue. It irritated him how he could still have feelings festering for her when she could annoy him easily by simply wasting words.

Y/n sighed through her nose. Perhaps she would have to threaten him. “As much as I loved our training,” she scoffed, “I believe it's time for me to leave. I do not belong here.”

What was she saying? Of course, she belonged here, it was him who didn’t belong. She was so powerful, and no matter how much she tried to deny it, she had a kind heart. He had seen how she smiled at little moments subconsciously—he was there when she had petted a little stray puppy, assuming that no one was looking. But he watched. He watched as she smiled sadly, her eyes betraying her strong poise. She giggled lightly as the pup tried to lick her face, her hands reaching out to scratch its fur. He smiled, his heart wishing her life had a better story to live.

“I’m afraid I don’t take your meaning,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers. He noticed how they flickered down to the ground for a moment, before returning to connect with his, a new fire lighting them up.

You’re a monster! Get away! y/n could hear the woman screaming at her. She would fight Loki and leave, or she would die trying to get past him. Either was fine, as long as she would never, ever have to use her cursed abilities again.

“Because I want to. And you cannot stop me,” she whispered, her voice hinting at the tiniest of a threat. Please, she wanted to add.

“I’m afraid I cannot do so.” He whispered sternly, setting his cup down. He had caught the threat in her voice. He only wanted her to be away from him, but he seemed to have taken it too far. She was going to leave, and his heart wouldn’t let that happen. How would she fend for herself? She wasn’t even stable. What if another accident took place, and this time she was in the center of it? she could barely deal with the death of the little boy, how would she deal with herself if her abilities had gotten the best of her again? It would destroy her, entirely, and his stubborn heart wouldn’t let that happen to her, not when he knew he could have done something to prevent it.

y/n’s heart thumped loudly. Would she be able to fight her way past Loki? Her energy was stronger, but his seidr was quicker. Sneakier. “Suit yourself,” she whispered back, before taking a step towards him. Her eyes began to glow white, a brilliant light that could magic anyone, as her hands summoned power. Ringlets of white swam around her like wisps of smoke. One last time, she told herself. One last time, and she wouldn’t ever have to use her abilities again. Not that she was any good anyway. Loki breathed through his nose, trying to calm his speeding heart. He could never get over how beautiful her form was.

“Move,” she said, her voice echoing, ricocheting against itself. Beauty. Beauty that a monster like her didn’t deserve. It couldn’t hurt to try for a last compromise before forcing her way out.

Loki huffed. He didn’t realize y/n would put use of her gifts. It mildly surprised him, that she would summon her energy to get past him. Countless times where she could have used her abilities for little things like he did, she never did. That hesitation he usually saw in her eyes, that quiver in her lips, the slight shaking of her fingers—he could see none of them. It was as if that one barricade that usually disabled her from ensuring basic jurisdiction over her abilities now fuelled her desire to escape. He summoned his seidr, green fibers of satin-like seidr erupting from his fingertips. He wouldn’t hurt her. Never.

y/n clenched her hands into fists, feeling the energy fighting to leave her. She was simply a mediator; she couldn’t create energy. She simply took the energy from one place and deposited it in another. Shutting her eyes, she felt it swirl in her gut, hissing and crackling like electricity. One last time. Never again. Breathing out slowly, she kept her hands outstretched and opened her palms, letting the energy leave her through her fingertips. It felt like hours, this little action of hers, but little did she know this took a mere few nanoseconds.

One moment Loki had summoned his seidr, the green filaments tickling the insides of his fingertips; and the next, he was thrown across the kitchen, his vision blurring. How had she suddenly acquired the capability of harnessing such energy? He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them. Where were the rest of the Avengers? Surely, they would have heard the commotion by now? Wanda and Pietro were y/n’s only friends, they would definitely be able to calm her, so where were they? He held his hands to his chest, his mind still dazed from the impact. He laughed internally. How long had it been since he had taken a hit so hard? He scanned the room, noticing the shimmer of her power around it. She had created some sort of force field that kept all activity of her abilities inside it, like a containment—preventing an accidental explosion. Clever. Perhaps the field contained sound too, which was probably why the others weren’t alerted.

y/n wanted to scream. Just one little energy blast. That was all it took her to veritably destroy a god. She had brought a god down to his knees in just a few seconds, and power still surged within her bones. She truly was a monster. She shut her eyes, slowly letting the energy dissipate from her body. Sure, the force field would have prevented a mishap, but she wouldn’t have it. This was the last time she would use her “gift”, and she would control it entirely, not the other way round. She met Loki’s eye’s once more, his green pale eyes—and wished things would have been different for the umpteenth time. Little did she know, he wished for the same thing.

Loki’s chest felt heavy, like he carried a huge anchor on his back. What had he done? He couldn’t lose her—he had to fix his mess. He teleported himself in front of her, blocking the exit. He wasn’t strong enough to stop her, but he knew what to do this time.

y/n gasped. She walked right into Loki, he had teleported himself in front of her and she had reacted too slowly. His hands help her by her shoulders, warmth radiating off of his palms. She could feel it through the thick material of her t-shirt.

“y/n,” he breathed. “You are making a mistake.”

Ignoring her thrashing heart, she managed to whisper, sarcasm edging into her voice. “Really?”

He shook her lightly. He wished he could take it all back. It was all his fault. He had destroyed what little resolve she had in her. He could see it in her e/c eyes. The lifelessness, the withering of her very soul.

“I was wrong. You are more than worthy. You did not deserve what HYDRA and Strucker did to you,” he said, his eyes searching hers. He wished he could tell her everything he felt, speaking in a language could never truly express what one felt in their heart.

y/n scoffed. Oh, how she wanted to believe him. “You are only saying these things to stop me from leaving. But here’s the thing. I have made my decision,” she said, her voice sullen, giving her away. Monster, monster, monster, you do not deserve to live, her mind chanted.

“I am not a hero,” she concluded, the lump in her throat choking her. “I have killed people. I am a monster.” And at that moment, it was as if a huge weight had released her, but her heart felt like it was hanging by a thread. Her revelation had caused her a short-termed relief, but by confessing her darkest secret, she had acknowledged its truth, and somehow it made everything worse.

“y/n,” Loki said again. Was he too late? Was she gone forever? “I may be the God of Lies, but right now, this very moment, I need you to trust me.” Leaning in towards her, he continued, his voice soft, like how y/n had imagined once too many times. “You are not a monster. When you know what you’ve done, when you regret your actions, you prove that you aren’t a monster. You prove to the world that you are as human as one could possibly be, you prove to yourself that you are deserving of forgiveness. It may take more time, even years, but you will learn to forgive yourself, you will learn to accept yourself as who you are. I am well aware that my previous actions have done nothing to help you, and I must admit that was awfully foolish and hasty on my part—courtesy of the little secret feelings I have recently begun to harbor for you,” he paused, running his tongue across his lower lip. He had just confessed his little secret. y/n looked at him with teary eyes, and at that moment he could see all the pain she felt, he could feel everything she felt. “I see you; I see myself in you—and you must believe me when I tell you that though you may never move on, you will grow from this. After all, is that not what truly matters?”

y/n wished he was lying to her. Sadly, he wasn’t—and she knew it. She wished she could see herself in a different light, a kinder one, and a little speck of hope blossomed in the darkest parts of her heart. Maybe, just maybe, she could grow. One day perhaps, her mind wouldn’t call her a monster, and she would have forgiven herself. Maybe she could let herself be happy. Ultimately, is that not what anyone wanted? To just be truly happy? To be able to live their life to the fullest, without any regrets, without their guilt consuming them every second of every day? To live a wholesome life, and to die a happy death?

Loki sensed the shift in the atmosphere, how she had loosened up slightly, her heart registering his words. He felt his heart lift up in newfound hope. He ran his thumb over her forehead, pushing back the little strands of hair before settling on her jaw; just like he had imagined doing countless times. The air suddenly smelled of promises, and a glimmer of sweet happiness. It was almost infective.

“Do you really mean it?” y/n asked him, her voice filled with hope, her heart beating like it suddenly had a reason to do so. Like it had discovered life again. That life was worth living.

Loki smiled, a little quirk of his lips, a little crinkle in the corner of his eyes. He glanced at her lips before closing the little distance between them. y/n relished the new surge she felt in her veins, like a thousand flowers blooming in a field. A few moments ago, she hated the feeling of power in her fibers, the dry swell of it simply causing her to hate on her existence; but now? Now she felt a new kind of swell, a relief. A relief, that could only be felt when there was hope. A brief sanguineness that could be achieved only when one believed in themselves. Suddenly, she looked forward to the future.

“Undoubtedly, my dear. I apologize with all my heart for the distress I have caused you these few days. I assure you that nothing will disrupt this little utopia that we have managed to find, ever again," he promised, his heart singing. He could work this out for her, and for himself. She deserved as much, and he was capable of giving her everything she need, and he would do so gladly. And she was kissing him again, his lips against hers, soft as feathers, as light as an angel’s caress. And she knew then. She knew she would forgive herself. After all, you only live one life.

[senoritaimperfecta]

Okay to carry on with a previous post of mine I just think that if we make Mirabel look like a complete total victim & make her whole family be the ones at fault for that…. that maybe we would lose the point of the movie

Like I know that fandom angst is always going to happen & there is nothing I can rlly do to stop it but I do just want to share my thoughts about this a little & how I view things

Especially when I feel like this

Is going to play such a big role in the movie

Like absolutely we know from a fact that mirabel feels like an outcast in her family for not receiving her own gift & honestly I feel like it’s not just an expectation or role she thinks she needs to fulfill from her family because I mean ? We can’t just forget that her own father & Uncle Felix also don’t have gifts & are STILL seen as treasured members of the family

honestly you don’t think that Agustin would try to comfort his little girl after the party and tell her how special she is because look at him? Doesn’t she think her dad is special ? Obviously Mirabel will agree because that’s her father & she loves him!!

We even constantly see clips of how close her relationship with Antonio, Julieta, Luisa, & her relationship with Bruno are/are going to be

It’s clear to see that Mirabel has a belief that yeah she is as special as the rest of the family because she has to be!! & who else would pass that idea on to her besides her family? Especially her mom & dad?

But I also think that mirabel gets expectations from the towns folk because they’re basically other worldly to the towns people!! It’s so obvious that they want what the madrigal family has

But along with the whole perspective thing… there’s many sides to it

The towns people don’t just have expectations for Mirabel but they have it for her whole family as well Julieta having to heal people constantly & Luisa “chores” basically being just to help people around town & no doubt from the second she got her gift. Then Isabela with the golden child reputation never having a moment to NOT be perfect especially for her family

Like …. & I think this will be touched up on in the movie or else they wouldn’t have given Luisa a song about the pressure she’s under with Surface pressure, & they also wouldn’t have emphasized that Isabela has a deeper character than what she appears to be & I think it will be interesting to see the way it unfolds once Mirabel realizes the kinda stress her own family is under too

[sirvil]

Dead by Daylight worldbuilding even if it makes no sense and isnt in-game wowohoho dont make fun of me plz

There's a well that appears around the campfire every time a new survivor arrives, and it gives each survivor (including new one) a wish for one thing, but it goes by a few rules:

1. It has to be materialistic. You cant wish for your old dog or something to happen, etc. Just stuff. Food counts as "material" so you can wish for that.

2. You have to have seen it before, post entity and all, even if it's just once, it'll fish around your memories to give it to you, that is if you remember it enough to even wish for it.

3. While it can only be one thing, its flexible. Like you can wish for a pair of socks, and get, you know, 2 socks. Or a pack of cigarettes, you get a pack of cigarettes instead of just one.

4. Unlike Bill's somehow ever-lasting cigarettes, whatever you wish for is actually susceptible to decay and depletion etc etc you know.

I cant say smth for all the survivors, but for Feng Mins first wish, she asked for her phone. She has music and games on there, and yeah, it would eventually die, but she would wish for a new phone battery everytime someone new came. It was something all the survivors could look forward to, whether it was to request a song (which there are a lot, but bc it's only the downloaded music, it was limited. Regardless, ppl had their favorites) or take turns playing silly mobile games.

The MOST entertaining was introducing Steve to her phone, being from the 80s and all, he was fascinated, and it was amusing watching him ask all sorts of questions only to be either confused or amazed at the answers. It's stupid and I could make a whole fic abt it.

The SECOND other important worldly thing is, the campfires "barrier"

The killers can't come near the campfire, obviously. They can stalk them from a distance, in the fog and everything, but there's a barrier, like the one you see at exit gates, which physically keep them from coming close. Survivors can see it, but only if a killer is close enough, otherwise its invisible.

Which, wouldn't be problem except for the fact that, the barrier changes in size every 24 hours. It could be huge, even reaching stuff like small ponds, bigger trees, etc. Or it could be real small, where even if you were at the edge of it, you'd feel the fires heat. But like I said, survivors cant see it w/o the killer, making most explorations and stuff risky. Older survivors dont worry much, they know how to keep safe outside of trials and the campfires area, but newer ones stay close to camp.

MOST killers dont bother them outside of trials, bc honestly that's like working unpaid hours, but to those who like to fuck with them, like ghostface or the Doctor on a boring day, they'll usually be around.

Killers can kill survivors outside of trial, but they're not nearly as strong or fast, like Deathslinger would be slower not only cuz hes old as shit but cuz of his limp. The Legion wouldn't be able to carry survivors over their shoulder like David or even Dwight. The Trapper probably has chronic pain bc of the shit in his back and shoulders too.

Survivors can actually fight back, with whatever they have rlly. Ash and Bill have used their wishes for guns and ammo, which can't go into trials ofc, but they prove useful against snooping killers. They refuse to go out of their way to actually shoot killers, thinking it'll only make them hold a grudge and make trials far worse then they already are. Killers can die, whether it be from survivors or other killers, or smth else yadda yadda but they can come back bc of the Entity and stuff.

It takes a couple hours for the entity to recreate a body, so survivors won't immediately come back to the campfire if they're sacrificed or dead, but they come back healthy and everything. Survivors who escape still retain their injuries and can either be patched up or wait until next trial, where they're automatically patched up. Outside of trials tend to lean towards real life logic, where if you left someone injured for too long, they'd bleed out, or wounds would get infected. If you escape sick by the plague, you could still cure yourself with a good ol wash, but if left alone you'd die.

Survivors who've escaped with the reverse beartrap can't get it off 'till next trial, but it wont activate at all.

There u go that's what I got for now

[caffeinated-mistake]

Ineffable husbands: St Francis of Assisi??

-crowley was the "voice from God" that tempted Francis away from the war and told him to instead build a church

-tells his superiors this is to make people doubt the Roman Catholic Church/ God cuz "wtf why is this wealthy merchants son giving up all his worldly goods to beg for stones to build a church that was destroyed a long time ago/is in disrepair???"

- then there's the "brother dove sister sparrow, etc etc" tick that Crowley thinks is silly (this either reminds him of aziraphale teaching a+e in the garden OR az geta it from here, either way Fondness Activates™)

- later ok, when the brothers are like "dude it needs to be consecrated, y not make ur own sect??" (Because at this point the Catholic Church was kinda all about grandeur and most higher ups actually had their own castles or estates, it's a whole thing, GO WATCH "PILLARS OF THE EARTH" IF UR INTERESTED EDDIE REDMAYNE IS IN IT AND ITS RLLY GOOD)

-the church Did Not like Francis on principle, and refused to grant his order legitimacy for a Long Ass Time u guys

-tells his superiors "ha ha look I'm defying the church but this dude thinks he's listening to Her, lmao"

-after it gets legitimized and the church is consecrated, he kinda just hangs around outside the chapel cuz, y'know, ouch.

-haha demon in their midst blah blah blah

- it helps that he really likes the whole "give everything to those who need it help the people don't ask for their money women arent the devil and deserve to be listened to" thing Francis is all about

-Francis went with the crusades on one occasion and then there was this whole thing with a military leader on the other side (sources vary, idk)

- so basically the dude said "ok Frankie if ur God is so chill walk into this giant fire and don't die." Francis walks on in and this is where we depart from history (where apparently the dude was like "oh shit this bitch- Frankie stop it, go in peace with all that Faith™")

- in our version either Aziraphale or Crowley (who had to go with him, he isn't just gonna leave his mans hanging!) Preform a minor miracle to save him

-when they get back (az was very cross to learn Crowley had been just living??? In a church?????¿¿??? d a n g e r o u s??

-the monk in charge had made everything switch to fancy fancy shit, was asking the poor for money, and wasn't helping the needy anymore

-maybe a terf war w another demon who ruined Crowley's little Francescan paradise?

-Francis is so extra (this is a history fact) that he basically said "greed? In my monastary? Fuck u" and turned himself blind because "I cannot see the sin you have brought into this holy place"

-then he runs away to pout in a mountain cave where later She actually blesses him with the wounds of Christ (stigmata, this is how it happened, unholyverse fans!!) Maybe Aziraphale was sent to do this??

-or Crowley did it or actual God did it?

-basically I just want to see Aziraphale and Crowley coparent a man with the biggest heart and zero self preservation skills whatsoever while Az is angsty about Crowley putting himself in danger all the time

I WANT A SCENE WHERE SOMEONE WASHES CROWLEY'S BURNED ASS FEET AND HE CRIES NOT FROM THE PAIN BUT BECAUSE HE FEELS UNDERSERVING OF SUCH A LOVING AND INTIMATE ACT

It also puts an emotional weight behind Aziraphale choosing the name Brother Francis for the next idiot they adopt (Warlock)

[yogsbog]

Love to Spite

i wrote this last night 100% out of impulse, and im still proud of it. i haven’t written a yogfic in years and this is rlly nice to go back to. anyway!! here’s the ao3 link

pairing: xephnable, past xephna

warnings: temporary character death, blood, violence, is yoglabs a warning? im putting yoglabs anyway. 

summary: Lalnable isn't free from the past. Lalnable isn't free from how weak Lalna once was. Xephos can make him weak.

And he knows exactly how do it.

There was a part of Xephos that was always spiteful.

A part of him that, deep down, wanted to scream ‘Fuck this’ and storm off the moment shit hit the fan. A part of him that lived to frustrate those who oppose him in such little ways that his actions seem like accidents. They never are. He thinks about them too much to allow them to be anything but accidents.

Xephos, as kind as the man wanted to be, loved to act out. Human nature, he thinks. This is part of it. It's not a crime to cave in to nature now, he thinks.

But outside of those spiteful moments, of drama, frustration, and rage, Xephos was a soft man. Careful as to what he did, what he said, especially around him.

He knows what makes Lalna melt. Softly drawing letters in the palm of his hand, other worldly in nature, but soothing. Wrapping his arms around his waist and listening to him talk about his latest project, getting lost in the look of passion on Lalna’s face until he got caught staring. Softly kissing his forehead, brushing strands of hair behind his ear as he heard him giggle softly out of habit alone. Oh how that’d tug on heartstrings, making him weak.

Mumbling quietly, Xephos would call Lalna the light of his life. A saying from home, of true devotion. The gesture was so uniform, so repetitive, but there was something about it that just made them both weak.

Oh, how he loved him.

Oh, how he loves him.

Even as his chest burns, crimson staining gloves hands as he was lured into the spiders web yet again by his own weakness. His own longing for what they once had, abandoned in the name of immortality. This was the price for that, he thought as the stolen blade tore through his chest and the pristine white of the room grows more red by the second.

This is a game he could never win at this point. A man of the future, loving the present, longing for the past. That was his weakness that Lalnable knew oh-so-well. He knew how he caved when he played the part of Lalna. How his heart melted so easily, only to become nothing more than his dinner the moment he wandered into his cell, haze of denial being cut through with a blade kept oh so sharp.

Just for him.

Everything is becoming numb now, Lalnable hunched over him as he sticks the blade into his hip again and soaks in the look on Xephos’ face as he squirms. His smile is prideful and taunting, spiteful, already enjoying yet another victory as he plays with his food.

Xephos remains a spiteful man. He’ll never admit defeat. Even as he’s turned into nothing more than blood and gore in his hands, Xephos is a man with pride. The amount of times Lalnable has tugged at his heart strings to get him into this position was almost laughable. An error, a misstep, a miscalculation, whatever the excuse may be for Xephos walking head first into the cell of a cannibal, it’s always the same in the end.

He wonders what would happen if he changed that. He can make him weak as well. Lalnable isn't free from the past. Lalnable isn't free from how weak Lalna once was. Xephos can make him weak.

And he knows exactly how to do it. With their faces so close, it’s almost too easy. Reaching up to brush messy hair behind his ear and plant a kiss on his forehead, he can almost feel the moment where Lalnable’s heart stops. When he catches his breath as Xephos simply begins to mouth the words that always followed the gesture.

He can barely finish before Lalnable slits his throat, and the familiar metallic taste rushes past his lips in place of words. All feeling fades, besides that of satisfaction.

If this is the moment where he decides that the world doesn’t need Xephos anymore, he wouldn’t complain. If the darkness stays eternal, that last moment will last forever. Because Xephos is a spiteful man, and even as he wakes up moments after, he can’t help the feeling of pride slowly returning from that moment of weakness.

Never before has he felt so alive, seconds after his bloody demise.

Because this time, Just this one time: Xephos won.

[ear]

PLEASE share your vld reboot ideas aja the show canon is garbage and your mind is so galaxy brain

OK OK ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!! alright so idk what kind of. earth landscape this reboot occurs in…. like yallve got this retro 80s/90s neon future verse going on but i didnt think my reboot version would fit into that so yall go wild with whatever hc for this earth reboot thing u want cuz im not creative and i didnt really think that far ahead

ALRIGHT here we go. this is so long i HAVE to put this under the cut but i hope yall enjoy the creations of my MIND……

- akeno “KEITH” shirogane: (age: 19) [gay] hes japanese/black/galran. hes still half galra in this reboot bc i fuck with that honestly but hes got more visible galran traits. his bottom canines are larger than usual and poke out from his bottom lip so he wears a mask to cover his mouth and his eyes r still purple but instead of his sclera being yellow(tinted), hes just like. got some odd golden flecks in his eyes. he normally wears a dirty mechanics jumpsuit with the top half tied around his waist and a black or white tank top underneath (hes still a high school flunk out so he works full time at a car repair shop so hes able to buy food and shit at LEAST + hes still got his motorcycle to keep in shape). his casual clothes r just regular grey sweats, hoodies, and adidas or whatever brand is closest in their future lol. hes blood related to shiro who ill get to in a second.. shiros blood related to him as his uncle (brother of keiths dad) ALSO his hair isnt long in this reboot, hes got a short messy head of hair that he mostly just pulls back into a TINY little pony tail on his forehead (like in the game show ep) so it doesnt get in his face while hes working. he also has goggles bc thats the one thing from yalls reboot ideas i actually like (endgame lion: he momentarily pilots black during shiros disappearance but his permanent and stationary lion is red)

- fal’allura “fala, ALLURA” naguna’ephy: [lesbian] (age: 21 or close to that in alien standards) shes altean on her fathers side and teem (what we’re gonna call nymas race) on her mothers side. she bares more altean features except her eyes are solid yellow and shes only got four fingers on each hand. instead of crescent shaped facial markings, she has painted on red and golden lines across her nose and her upper lip. her hair (very dark purple with silver highlights and literal glowing, twinkling stars) is VERY long, brushing the floor as she walks except and (now bear with me cuz this might be hard to explain) her hair, the farther down u look kind of fades away? like it becomes semi to absolute transparent… idk how else to explain it but i hope u understand…. she does wear a crown but its more like a headdress.. (imagine beyonces headdress).. she doesnt wear it often, usually only on diplomatic missions to greet other worldly rulers bc its heavy and it makes her neck hurt :/.. her dress! looks like this! but a little more spiffy .. u know.. her casual/training clothes are just…. idk imagine a royal looking sports bra and leggings?? i guess … ALSO ALSO ALSO she can still shape shift but instead of limiting her shifting to just the changing of skin tone and height, she can completely mimic different alien species but only humanoid races.. like she can have those indented looking knees and huge ass horns and all that but she cant like. turn into an earth lizard u know what im saying. also also also also she still speaks with an accent just… not a british one….(endgame lion: no lion. she keeps leading and piloting the castle ship until destruction, where she leads and pilots the atlas)

- alejandro “LANCE, ale” reyes-leon: (age: 19 ½) [bi] hes cuban/black/vietnamese. his dad is black and vietnamese and his mom is cuban! hes got longish afro textured hair he keeps back in a pony tail most of the time like this or a bun when training bc hes too lazy to put any actual effort into styling it. hes got a couple moles/freckles scattered across his face and hes got sectoral heterochromiaaround his left pupil so theres a little bit of blue in one of his other wise dark brown eyes (like this).. i havent really figured out what his clothing style is.. i thought about keeping his clothes close to vld canon like his jacket (bc that was a really good jacket) but im gonna go a little wild here so hold on. he wears one of those surfer type looking skin tight turtleneck shirts underneath his heavy bomber jacket.. he wears just regular ripped jeans and hightops like in canon…….. hmm……. he wears a pink bead necklace under his shirt that was made by his little cousin just a couple weeks before he was shot off into space and he hasnt taken it off since…………. he also has a tiny stick and poke tattoo on his ankle he did when he was thirteen bc he thought it would look cool but it turned out kinda lop sided so he never takes his socks off in embarrassment (endgame lion: blue to red (during keiths reign as black paladin) then to black when shiro leaves voltron to lead the atlas alongside allura)

- takashi “SHIRO” shirogane: (age: 31) [gay] hes japanese/black. hes keiths uncle and the only family keith really has .. his design doesnt really change much except hes got long hair (like kuron) but its pulled up into a messy bun or pony tail.. in MY canon hes still gay and married to adam (whos name isnt adam i just cant think of a new name for him yet) (and adam lives dont worry) and theyre working on adopting a daughter before shiro has to leave for kerberos. shiro usually dresses in work out outfits so like. gym shorts… tank tops.. leggings.. imagine those white blonde dudes who always wear a man bun and only eat vegan and drink chai from starbucks bc thats exactly how shiro acts but ONLY ironically ……… when shiros abducted on the galra freighter and forced to fight in the ring, his hair streaks white but instead of just a clean scar across his nose, he has multiple long scars scattered across his face from a one x one between his face and some debris thrown at him by a gladiator. his prosthetic looks and remains kinda the same i guess but this time its decked out with claws on the finger tips so it looks a little more galran yeah? (endgame lion: no endgame lion. he pilots the atlas alongside allura)

- francesca “frannie, frankie, PIDGE” eleonora: (age: 15) [trans girl lesbian] shes . just italian i guess. so anyway shes not gonna be an asshole bitch like canon pidge.. shes gonna be the caring sweet but KINDA mean little sister we always wished we had.. the little sister who would tell u, with all honesty, that ur winged eyeliner was smudged before u hit the town with the girls and made a fool of urself……. ANYWAY shes still gonna be the ‘hacker’/computer geek techno girl but not as much ykno? shes JUST a little girl so she just kinda does her own thing. i rlly like all the fanart i see of her wearing overalls and stuff SO thats her canon design…… she wears faded overall jeans over a short sleeved pale pink tshirt w a dog one it and scuffed up chucks. she wears glasses but instead of just taking them from matt she has an actual prescription and is basically blind without them. i literally cannot stress this enough but shes such a nice girl like the team pretty much adopted her as their little sister the moment they boarded the castle ship. idk what else to add on to her!!!! i literally did not put any thought into pidge at all! (endgame lion: permanently green)

- opetaia“HUNK” tuitama: (age: 19 ¾) [bi] hes samoan/black. hunk was adopted and has two moms and three other siblings, all of who are younger than him. im not sure about his fashion other than i KNOW deep down in my heart that he would wear cargo shorts…. i cant find it in me to get rid of his bandana thing so i let him keep it except he uses it to tie his hair up instead of using it as a head band thing….. HUNK in my au is more of a tech freak/engineer than pidge so he handles most of that stuff with the occasional help from pidge (like wiring… she has tiny fingers that can grab the wires easier) hunk probably wears the crocs/sandals with socks combo but just because he loves hearing lance bitch about it whnever he struts into a room. hunk also looks good in his vest so im gonna let him keep that but it looks more modified… like it has a bunch of pockets and stuff to keep bolts and nuts and other stuff he needs to work with.. thats also why he wears cargo shorts; just for the pockets.. (endgame lion: permanently yellow)

also ur probably wondering “if lance is in black and keith is in red and allura doesnt pilot a lion, THEN WHOS PILOTING BLUE????” …….. heh… peep this………..

- ADAM elsammak-althani(thank u mal @fuckvld for ur gorgeous arabic adam hcs..): (age: 32) [gay] i dont have much to say about him other than read mals hc lists and that ADAM LIVES IN MY REBOOT and he also joins the voltron team and pilots the blue lion (i FIRMLY hc that hes a very free/wild spirit and just loves to make jokes and is just.. a really fun guy to be around and obviously blue would open up to him in a SECOND. dont even @ me) (endgame lion: BLUE!)

[the-sun-princess]

@wallynorthbynorthwest replied to your post “a friend: “isnt it sorta selfish of marj to ask for some aid from a...”

Marj is the TACTICIAN and ROYALTY from a warring nation. If she asks for something people aren't going to doubt her reasoning, they're going to assume she knows what she's doing imo

tbf this is set in the FEW verse, right after they recruit Corrin/Marj, so Lianna and Rowan (and Darios still, i guess) don’t fully know Marj’s role besides she’s royalty, she had a lot of people looking for her, and she’s a holder of a gleamstone

which tbf would give her a lot of sway when asking for help

but asking for aid yet again to go save another person who hasn’t been super brought up (what is with the H/N and their endless fetch quests of looking for ppl in FEW lmao. i mean yes i’m adding azura to the list but still) could be Seen as stretching their resources

But she’s also literally just asking for volunteers and since all the other-worldly ppl are volunteers for Lianna and Rowan anyway it’s kinda their choice. Marj is off to go find Azura whether people help or not.So either way I don’t think it’s rlly selfish of her to just ask for help like she’s prepared to accept either response

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hey so, i was wondering if you have any tips on not making mortal/immortal romance seem... creepy/weird(?) as it often seems in books with supernatural romances etc. not asking you to spill a guide or anything, just maybe some thoughts on the matter? 'cause it's not like i know much abt your faery wip but so far what you shared about the sidra/val relationship, it sounds like a nice dynamic and rlly interesting... and yeah, that's it! thanks and i love your blog

“not asking you to spill a guide” Good thing you said that, because I was 100% going to write an entire essay just then. Maybe I’ll do that another day, but right now I’ll chill, since you asked so nicely and I’m tired.

I’m going to assume you’re asking specifically for romances with huge age differences? Because if you’re asking about general mortal/immortal stuff, then I’ll be here forever, and I will need to spill a guide because there are just so many variables.

The first, most basic tip that should already put you above most portrayals of mortal/immortal romances is that you make the mortal/younger party an actual consenting adult, with their own morals and opinions and uh ... outlook on life. This might seem basic, but most popular books nowadays seem to struggle with this concept.

My next obvious tip is to make them equal, and to remove any major power imbalances that result from the presumably massive age difference. Often people will write the older/immortal party as more experienced, more knowledgeable, more worldly than the innocent, naive, and “pure” younger party. Don’t do this unless you want to land directly into creep territory. 

Try not to have the younger/mortal character look up to the older/immortal one as some sort of mentor or guide, and try not to have the immortal character think of the mortal one as less experienced or somehow more “innocent”. 

What you need to do is to portray these people as people first. One of them has more experience living, sure, but the other one is still a person, who can still offer their own unique perspective on life. Have them learn from each other and communicate, share ideas and viewpoints. 

Let’s take Val/Sidra as an example since you mentioned it: Val has seen a lot more shit just as a consequence of living longer, but Sidra’s been through things too and came out looking at the world differently than he did. She learned different lessons than he did. Just because he’s been through more doesn’t invalidate the things that happened to her. Her unique perspective on life, both as a mortal and as a different person, means that she can teach him things just as well as he can teach her things.

Being mortal will also 100% give the mortal character a completely different outlook than the immortal one. Use this to your advantage to create conflicts and character development. How the characters view their own lives will impact how they interact with each other and view each other. 

It can also depend a lot on worldbuilding. The Fae in my thing live long, but they also mature much slower, so while Val is much older than Sidra, his mental and emotional maturity is about on her level. He’s just taken much longer to learn the things that she learned quickly. This is more of a “hack”, to be fair. You don’t really need to do this in your things, but I did it in mine just to decrease the creep-factor. (Nevermind several other creep-factors that rose from that hotfix, but it doesn’t affect any major ships or the main one, so I’m good.)

So yeah. These are some basic tips I can give you right now off the top of my head. I’m glad you like my blog and I hoped I helped a little! Feel free to specify stuff if you need more help!