#behold the power of multishipping

[bramsnumberonefanboy]

Why hate on characters or have ship battles when we can just ship all four of them? Behold my case study of vanitas ship chart that will satisfy all viewers:

Noe and vanitas are in love, vanitas and Jeanne as in love, Jeanne and Dominique are in love, and Dominique and Noe are in love.

Dominique and vanitas are like don't really care about each other at all and kinda have a mutual dislike.

And Noe and Jeanne are kinda buddies (not that close tho just like maybe respect) with a bit of jealousy on noes behalf cause remember Noe was like "I'm vexxed cause jeanne got to drink vanities's blood first"

An easy way to remember this is just, the black haired people are in love with the white haired people and the white haired people are in love with the black haired people

And now all parties are satisfied and there is no need to hate on characters or ships in the name of shipping!

[astarab1aze]

➥ Thousand-Head Hydra

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Satoru Gojo  [ Jujutsu Kaisen ] 04. Voice Claim. Kaiji Tang

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. Unknown; Referred to in myths as Thousand-Head Hydra / Hand of God 02. Alias. Hydre Blanglas, Hydra   [ 'Hydra White-Ice' ; he's not very creative ] 03. Sex. Male 04. Gender. Male  05. Age. Unknown [ Thousands+ ; Youngest son of the Worldeater ] 06. Birth Date. November 13th   [ Scorpio ] 07. Blood Type. Sub-type Unknown, presumed HAO- [ Sapphiric Ichor ] 08. Race. Divine Hydra, Sunjatti by ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Single   [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Demiromantic   [ Pansexual / no preference ] 11. Residence. Formerly, in the Gardens of Oblivion, the Hellplane, within the cosmic weave of the Worldeater's constellation ; Formerly, in his mortal life, the ancient Sunjatti city of Miraglas, of which no remnants remain  

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

12. Physical Description. Hydre, in his anthromorphic humanoid form, is about 6'10". Tall, toned and defined, sporting a head of short, messy white hair with a slight bluish tint. Soft to the touch, but windblown and wild. His eyes are piercing, wide, expressive, framed by long, bluish-white lashes - striking prismatic blue in color; Impenetrable, unreadable, devoid of emotion despite his range of expressions - he generally keeps them covered by black cloth, not for any special reason but for the aesthetic. His skin is pale ivory in tone and riddled with iridescent white-blue scales, particularly in bonier areas (spine, nape, collarbones, jaw hinges, cheekbones, wrists, elbows, knuckles), with some accent spikes of varyingly short lengths (elbows, cheekbones) in matching his skin tone. He has a single scar looping around his neck caused by beheading, jagged and still-puffy even after a thousand years of slumbering among the stars.

His glacial hydra form is titanic in size, thick and muscular-bodied, covered in impenetrable bluish scales; Each head bears a fierce and vicious expression, many rows of spikes covering his body from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. Snow and ice naturally collect underneath his scales, secreted by hydroproduction glands all throughout his body. His blood is caustic and rich cobalt in color, wildly deadly to all living and spiritual beings. His body is built for long-term submersion in unimaginably frigid waters and the vacuum of space. His stomach acid is effectively a thousand times stronger than hydrochloric acid.

13. Equipment. Not applicable ; He has no need - he sort of is the equipment. 14. Occupation. The Hand of God, he who sows destruction so that the Worldeater may devour, he who ends so another may begin ; He is one of the Worldeater's many offspring and far from favorite, but given the responsibility of carrying out His will on the physical plain, naturally dispositioned to do so. 15. Job Performance. Terror ; There's a reason the Worldeater chose him for this over Versus, thousands of years ago on the day of his birth. 16. Parents. Nocturne, the Worldeater, Endbringer, the primordial outer god of cyclical destruction and rebirth ; Considered to be the most powerful and furthest reaching of all outer gods, king of demons, dragons, and reptilian nightfolk, and feared as the god of them all. 17. Siblings. Much and many, but none he gives a shit about ; He has one even he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy, a sister by the name of Versus - he finds her abhorrent in every way and would be quite happy to kill her again, given the chance.

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Snow, hydrangeas, napping, techno music, ghost stories, whatever the hell cellphones are, dancing, public transportation, scarbuncle cheese, modern pastries, beholder meat, fish, crocodingos, beholders in general, ice, rain, being in or around bodies of moving water, seaglass, early morning, styxies, recycling, mint chocolate ice cream, sulphur, dead silence, etc. 19. Dislikes. Nocturne, Versus, all of his other siblings too, humanity, nightfolk, weak and non-magic users, liars, picky eaters, whiners, high-pitched noises, chewing sounds, getting dirty, pickles, leeches, mooches, spiders, flies, fire-based magic users, boredom, people who are incapable of even accepting the truth, anything he can't eat, summer time, milk, etc. 

20. Positive Traits. Adaptive. Unwavering. Decisive. Intelligent. Introspective. Driven. Protective. Capable. Thorough. Confident. Controlled. Serious. Rational. Strong-willed. Accommodating. Accepting. 21. Negative Traits. Temperamental. Selfish. Violent. Cruel. Cold. Dismissive. Sardonic. Bitter. Remorseless. Ill-Mannered. Murderous. Hypocritical. Dishonest. Disloyal. Impatient. Vulgar. Noncommittal. Manipulative. Merciless. Unforgiving. Possessive. 22. Goals. To usher in the end of the current cycle, to pave the way for the Worldeater to swallow the world whole and begin a new cycle ; There is no other goal, he has no other purpose. He was born for this and this alone. 23. Desires. To go the FUCK back to bed. 24. Alignment. Neutral Evil - True Neutral

25. Personality. Hydre is an asshole. A very bored, very tired, very pissed off asshole. He's not easy to get along with by any stretch of the imagination and he genuinely does not care about anyone or anything beyond entertainment value, whatever that means to him. He's impersonally brutal, focused and unwavering, but he is also lazy and would rather sleep another thousand years than satisfy the conditions of his continued existence. He's extremely guarded and views mortal pursuits as inherently pointless, especially when considering just how long-lived he is. He's quietly bitter and miserable, loathsome and angry that he must continue to suffer an endlessly repeating cycle. Life has no value to him. Emotions are of no use to him. But there is a hint of a person in there, the person he could've been had he not been born to Nocturne.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Element, Talent, etc.

26. Element. Creation Root - godhood has its perks ; He has full control over and can source all types and subtypes of magic inherently. 27. Shapeshifting. Innate Hydra - he is neither shapeshifter nor were, but because of the circumstances of his birth, an exceptionally unique anthromorph ; He has ascendant capabilities in regards to multishifting (he's even better than Loux and the Face-Eater combined). 28. Utility. All. 29. Specialization. Ice Element - he's a Glacial Hydra by rights, so ice would be his primary element, or at least the one he uses and prefers the most as it was the element he was born with. 30. Graduate School. Not applicable. 31. Classification. Mythic Terror, Icewalker, Ichorus Starbeast, Men Bondye - the Hydra with A Thousand Heads ; He is literally a legendary thousand-headed hydra when not confined to his humanoid shape, rendered to little more than a bedtime story in the modern era (the cause of many a nightmare). He was once immeasurably feared by all nightfolk and humans, the mere mention of his long-faded name a cause for immediate descension into madness.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

lalal already have it lined out, just need to type it up. need to take a nap or i'll die

[mrsarnasdelicious]

We're Still Standing - MCU Multiship Fic

Self Serving Avengers PolyShip Fic, very canon divergent. I am not sorry for any of it!

Reader is involved with Loki, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Rhodey, Strange and Pietro. A lot of shipping between characters as well. Main one’s are Stucky and Thorki.

Ch 1: Chaos Crawling

“I have need of you.” The disembodied whisper raises the hairs in your neck. “What for?” You ask, through gritted teeth. “You’ll see.” The voice chuckles wickedly. “I already don’t like where this is going.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

A hand grips at your shoulder. “Oh you will.” Cold breath gusts over your ear. “Just get it over with.” You reply. “So impatient.” The voice replies. You bite on your cheek in order not to snark back.

In a flash of light, you are taken into the sky. Rainbows flash around you and you can do nothing but stare. You most certainly do wonder where you are being taken this time.

You arrive in a golden, circular room.

“Thank you, Heimdall.” You look behind you, to find The Crawling Chaos, garbed in a white robe, talking to a dark skinned man, clad in golden armour. The Son of Nine Mothers turns his golden eyes on you. “And who might you be?” He asks. “I … I am Y/N..” You mutter. His intense gaze makes you a bit self conscious. Heimdall slowly nods. “Very well.” He rumbles.

He slowly turns back to Nyarlathotep. “Is he expecting you?” He asks. The Elder God shakes his head. “It is a surprise visit.” He purrs. Heimdall tenses a little bit, but nods. “Very well.” He rumbles.

“Come, my child.” The Crawling Chaos purrs to you. “Yes master.” You follow him outside the golden room.

You gape as from the room, you walk onto a rainbow bridge. “Behold the bifrost.” Nyarlathotep purrs. “The bridge that connects Asgard to Ygdrasil.” You say. The Elder God nods slowly. “Indeed. Clever girl.” He strokes your hair. “Are we going to cross it?” You ask. He gives you a small nudge. “Yes we are.” He replies.

And thus you cross the bridge, into the realm of the gods.

“Are you ready to enter Valhalla before your time?” Nyarlathotep jokes. “I doubt Odin wants me in his hall.” You roll your eyes. “You have Viking blood.” The Crawling Chaos teases. You heave a soft sigh. “Just lead me wherever we need to go.” You hiss. “Yes yes.” Nyarlathotep murmurs.

Guards glare at you as you pass them by, entering golden halls with more bravoure than the myths ever said Valhalla would have.

Two ravens circle overhead and caw, before soaring into the halls as well. “Hugin and Munin.” You whisper. The Elder God nods calmly. “Very good, you did your homework.” He chuckles. “Why are we meeting Odin?” You ask him. He can only smirk in reply. “Be patient child, be patient.” He murmurs.

The All Father is seated on a grand golden throne. He looks more human than you expected. Or maybe that is what you can perceive him as. Gods are too complicated for human brains, usually. Maybe that is the case for the Aesir as well. This near human form might be all your human brain can comprehend.

Odin peers down on you with one eye.

“Odin, son of Bor.” Nyarlathotep purrs pleasantly. It’s like he is hosting Odin, rather than the other way around. That somehow sort of creeps you out. Odin might be a god, but The Crawling Chaos is like on another level altogether.

Odin nods quietly at Nyarlathotep. “Welcome to Asgard, Stalker Among the Stars.” He says. His voice is clear and calm. Something in his tone belies his true power. He’s tense in his throne, ready to strike.

“Who have you brought?” He asks. The Crawling Chaos smiles admittingly towards you. “This is my companion Y/N. I am training her to be my Emissary in these dire times to come.” He replies. Odin grunts in disquiet. “What have you been told?” He asks. Nyarlathotep shakes his head. “Only I shall act, you will have to wait and see.” He murmurs. He is claiming the higher ground with such ease. “Then what do you want from us?” Odin asks. “Polishing relations.” The Elder God chuckles. Odin looks at him with exasperation. Nyarlathotep smirks back at him.

“And now I must host you?” Odin asks. “It would be very much appreciated if we were to feast tonight. We’d like to stay a while, but I will only insist on the girl staying. I can accommodate myself elsewheres if need be.” The Crawling Chaos replies. The smile he sends up is polite. But you know much better. You know Nyarlathotep thinks very little of The All Father. He is here to assert himself.

One of Odin’s ravens caws. He knows, too.

Soon, you are led to guest chambers. Servants let you know they will soon be back with appropriate clothes for the Feast. You have no idea how to reply. So you just mumble a soft ‘okay’.

The chamber you are given is more luxurious than anywhere you have ever stayed before. It is roomy and the walls and floors are made of marble, cream coloured marble with veins of gold and rose quartz. It’s decorated with rugs so plush your feet sink in at least five centimeters. Elaborate tapestries display all sorts of fantastical creatures.

The bed is enormous, made with purple silk. And the on suite bathroom has a tub as large as a pool. You can barely believe your eyes at the golden taps and the amazingly plush towels. This place is something else…

“Well well, what have we here?” You hear a deep voice rumble. You turn around, face to face with a bearded young man. His hair is strawberry blond and there is an oafish grin on his lips. “He-hello..” You stammer. His grin widens.

“And who might you be?” He asks. “I could ask you the same.” You reply.

His chest puffs out. “I am Thor, God of Thunder.” He replies. “Huh, I thought you’d be a ginger.” You say. Thor frowns at you, but he does not question it.

“You would look quite good as a ginger, brother.” A pale black haired man saunters in. Thor turns to him. “Have you met Y/N yet, Loki?” He asks. The other man shakes his head. “I have not.” He drawls.

Loki carefully takes your hand and leans in to press a kiss to your knuckles. You fluster a little. The charm of Tricksters shall never not affect you.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.” He purrs. “Lo-lovely to meet you t-too.” You stammer. Loki smirks wickedly at you. His jade eyes shimmer with mischief as he keeps eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn.

“Stop your flirting brother.” Thor says loudly, clapping Loki on the shoulder. The much slighter god almost doubles over, causing his forehead to collide unsoftly with your nose. “Ouch!” You yelp. “Thor, look what you did!” Loki hollers. He elbows Thor away from you and cups your cheeks to inspect your face. Luckily you are not truly hurt. “Thor, you oaf.” Loki tisks.

You fluster darkly, with Loki’s rather cold touch still on your face. He can surely feel your skin heat up. “If you don’t let her go, she might explode.” Thor counters. A smirk tugs at Loki’s lips. He slowly unhands you.

Servants come in with dresses, a flask of some dark red drink and a bowl of fruits. Thor and Loki look up at them. “I think we should leave them to it, brother.” Loki tells Thor. Thor huffs, but does not protest.

They take their leave without another word. The servant busy themselves with you right away. You’re poured a glass to drink and the bowl of fruit is held out to you. Then they set to taking your measurements. And by some unsung sort of magic make your dresses to measure right away. Every gown is more luxurious than the next.

Either Nyarlathotep is a highly esteemed guest, or Odin fears him in his heart of hearts. You suspect the second. Odin as traded his eye for knowledge, so he must surely know the truth of The Crawling Chaos’ powers. Only fools and ignorants do not fear Nyarlathotep. And Odin is most certainly no fool.

When the servants are done, you pick a dress and a pair of satin slippers. One serving girl remains to braid your hair. You stand still, not sure how to feel about this yet.

You are shown to the feasting hall. There Nyarlathotep approaches you again. “You fit in perfectly.” He murmurs. He is still wearing his thin grey turtleneck and skinny black jeans. He likely means to stand out, purposefully.

You, however, blend in perfectly. And you turn heads with every step you take. Gods and goddesses look at you as you pass them by. It causes Nyarlathotep to smirk widely. It seems his plan, whatever that may be, is working perfectly.

You wonder what he has in store for you. But you know you will have to wait and see. Nyarlathotep is not the type to reveal his plan. You will know once it is unraveling right in front of you, or rather, around you. You might very well be the center.

You are approached by a radiant young man. Or rather, he looks like a young man. Of course he is not, he is Aesir. And you know who he is. There is no mistaking him.

You curtsy. “My prince.” You cooe. Baldr sends you a gentle smile. “My lady.” He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You can’t help but flush a little. Baldr is as handsome as the myths tell him to be.

His blond hair emits its own silvery light and his face would put even the best painters to shame. You fully understand why he is named the most beloved of the gods.

“I see you have met our charming guest, little brother!” Thor’s booming voice is unmistakable. Baldr chuckles gently. “Yes I have, Thor.” He says patiently. Thor grins down on you. You smile shyly back.

After Thor, Loki swiftly follows. He casts Baldr a resentful look, but then his jade eyes find you. “You look stunning, my lady.” He murmurs. His lips pull into a wicked smirk. “Th-thank you.” You stammer. Loki licks his lips. “You are very welcome.” He cooes.

You gaze into his eyes and you feel butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. Nyarlathotep bends towards you. “Go on, take the chance.” He murmurs warmly. You can’t help but fluster brightly, all over again.

“May I have this dance?” Loki asks you. “I .. erm..” You stammer. Nyarlathotep sends you a minute nod. “Yeah.. sure.” You answer the Trickster God. He extends his hand to you. You shyly put your hand in his.

Swiftly, he sweeps you off to the dancefloor. You all but stumble over your own two feet and the hem of your dress. You feel increasingly clumsy, whereas Loki proves increasingly graceful. He takes your breath away. There is barely a god lookin as noble as him, save maybe Baldr in all his radiance. Your heart flutters at Loki’s handsome smile and the touch of his hands. He is slightly cold in his hands, but there is a fire burning in his eyes.

“Don’t fall in love.” Loki whispers.

Your ears and cheeks burn bright red. Too late, you are already feeling butterflies, goosebumps and hot flashes, all at the same time. The swiftness with which it goes is dizzying. Maybe it is because he is a god. Maybe it is because he is a Jotun. Probably because he is a Trickster.

Loki sends you his most charming smile. He knows, he absolutely knows. How could he not, it is almost wafting off of you. And of course, he relishes it.

“I won’t.” You reply. Loki tisks playfully. “Lying to the god of lies, how bold and how foolish.” He murmurs. You don’t dare look him into his eyes. He sees right through you and it makes you feel very exposed and vulnerable.

Loki leans closer, his cold breath gusting over your ear. “Don’t lie to me.” He whispers. “I … erm..” You stammer. Loki chuckles darkly. “So cute.” He murmurs. He leans even closer and presses a close lipped kiss behind your ear. He gives you the vapours!

“M-my Prince...” You stutter. Loki pulls back, smirking down on you. “Yours? Is that what you want?” He purrs. He licks his lips in a lusty fashion.

“Brother!” Thor’s voice thunder through the ballroom. Both Loki and Baldr rather abruptly turn to him. Loki does not, however, forfeit his touch on you.

“Thor, please. Not so loud.” Baldr scolds the oldest brother gently. Thor is unabashed. “It is my turn to dance with Y/N.” He booms. Loki looks utterly displeased. “She is not a plaything to be passed around.” He sneers to the Thunderer. “And I am right here. I can speak for myself.” You wring away from Loki’s touch. Loki sends you a glare.

You saunter to Thor, smiling up at him. “Shall we then?” You cooe. Thor sends you a wide grin. “Yes we shall.” He rumbles. His voice is like rolling thunder, powerful and primal. It makes your heart rate pick up a little. Thor seems not as observant as Loki, though.

Thor is not as good a dancer as Loki, but you don’t mind. He smiles so widely and laughs generously.

You also dance with Baldr, Tyr and Freyr. Each god is more charming than the next. Tyr is kind and Freyr tries to convince you to come to his chambers after hours. And all the while Loki is glaring daggers. There is already so much emotion involved that it sort of makes your head spin.

It is probably what Nyarlathotep was planning for in the first place. He is doing this like a master chess player.

Once you are done dancing, you find there is a buffet with a lot of food and drink. You head there to investigate. Loki follows swiftly behind you.

He catches you by the arm. “What are you playing at?” He hisses. You turn to him. “Whatever do you mean?” You ask him, confused. “You know very well.” Loki sneers. “I do not.” You try to wring away from his grip. “Dancing with every new comely god, call that nothing.” Loki starts raising his voice.

You look him in the eye, trying to find emotion there. What you find shocks you. There is fear in his eyes and something you imagine is loneliness. Is Loki already afraid that you will choose another above him? Is he that insecure?

You turn away from him and pour yourself a glass of mead. Loki splutters a little, as though he wants to say something, but refrains from doing so. You grab a few strips of dried honied meat to chow on and leave him behind.

You are quite surprised he does not follow you as you seek out Nyarlathotep. The Crawling Chaos is calmly waiting for you to join by his side. “Are you having fun?” He asks. “Define fun.” You reply. “Oh dear, which of the many handsome gods is being difficult?” Nyaralthotep asks with a smirk. “Take a wild gander.” You reply. Nyarlathotep laughs in a rather cruel fashion. “I should have warned you about Tricksters.” He purrs. You shake your head and sip your wine. “You are a very good cautionary tale in and of yourself, sire.” You tell him. The Crawling Chaos smirks wickedly. “Why thank you, sweet child.” He cooes.

You find yourself a spot at a long table and sit down to observe for a little while.

Loki sits down beside you, but he says nothing. You can just feel that he is tense. You don’t yet turn to him, though. You spectate as Thor and Volstag wrestle, to the amusement of a great many other guests in the hall. Many of them are cheering on the Thunderer. Loki makes a little noise of disapproval.

“Oh come now.” You murmur. Loki scoots a little closer. You decide to indulge him. He wraps an arm around your waist and draws you closer. His cold breath gusts down your neck. You lean back against him. Loki smirks smugly against your skin. He presses another kiss behind your ear.

Your heart beats in your throat. Loki is fickle as no other Trickster. You wonder if you will be able to handle it. Loki inhales the scent of you and shudders a little. You reach backwards, running your fingers into his raven hair. Loki groans darkly. He sighs in delight and leans his chin onto your shoulder. He kisses softly at your neck and you feel his smirk against your skin.

“You are so naughty.” You tell him. “Of course, I am Trickster.” Loki purrs. He nips at the lobe of your ear. You clench your teeth in order not to moan. “You’re trying to seduce me.” You accuse him mildly. “Au contraire, I am succeeding." Loki argues in a soft tone. “Is that so?” You whisper. “Absolutely. Given you are here with me and not with any of my brothers.” He murmurs. “I don’t think they care.” You fluster a little. “But I do.” Loki murmurs.

“Let’s sneak away.” He whispers. You bite your lip. You know what that means. You know what he wants. You are no fool.

But you have only just met him, and he is coming on so strong. And he is already so jealous. You are not sure if it is wisdom to already go to bed with him. So much could go sideways. He is a Trickster after all.

But you know this is according to Nyarlathotep’s plan. You are not sure what The Elder God’s scheme is this time, but it must be something big seeing as he is meddling with Norse Gods.

“I am not sure.” You mutter to Loki. Somehow you doubt he’ll take it well. “Why not?” Loki asks. You gaze down on the bench, not sure exactly what to say. “Is it too early?” Loki asks. You press your lips together. You can’t infer his meaning in his words. He might mean too early in the evening, or he might mean too early on in general. “Too early.” You whisper. It is not an affirmation. It is more a contemplation. You are unsure of how to proceed. You are even a little unsure of Loki… and of The Crawling Chaos…

[madara-fate]

do you think sasukarin COULD of happened if there was better writing? I'm a multishipping, although majority, ss/nh fan,I do understand the depth of their ship, such as sasuke unlocking a new technique to save her, thanking her, seeing her (and the rest of team taka) as family (when he looked at them and flashbacked to team7). He acknowledged her power as well. thoughts? or do you think from the beginning there was 0 chance and it was intended to bring confusion

Many things could have happened if the story was written differently. But fact is, SasuKarin was never gonna happen because Kishi didn’t want it to happen.

But I’d also like to correct a few things.

Sasuke didn’t “unlock” a new power to save Karin. He did something that had never been done before, but he didn’t awaken a new power for Karin’s sake. He had already acquired the ability to put out the black Amaterasu flames the moment he awoke his Mangekyou Sharingan. That ability came as part of his new set of eyes. So technically speaking, he awoke that power for Itachi’s sake, since it was his death that triggered his eyes in the first place. But realistically speaking, Sasuke didn’t “unlock” that ability for anyone. It was already there, but that just happened to be the first time he used it. 

Sasuke also didn’t actually thank Karin; that was a translation error. What he did was acknowledge that she had saved him, but no words of thanks or gratitude were spoken.

Sasuke didn’t see Karin, or the rest of Taka as family. The camaraderie they displayed towards him against Killer Bee reminded him of the camaraderie he felt when with Team 7. However, Sasuke said that he saw the shadow of his family within Team 7, not Taka:

Other than that, no amount of better writing would have made SK more likely because firstly, “better” is in the eyes of the beholder. And secondly, if Kishi didn’t want SK to happen, then it really doesn’t matter how they were written, because Sasuke and Sakura were always the intended endgame.