#ranne my beloved

[corviisquire]

Lorelei and Ranne sketches.

[soloavengers]

@arisenreborn’s Rann made it, I gasped.

[relnicht]

chan fhaigh thu ach a dhà, Tobar an Dualchais version:

-tha fiaclan (gu leòr) aig an fhiosraiche

-tha càileachd a' chlàraidh math

-tha an sgeulachd/òran """slàn"""/chan e dìreach bloigh(ean) dhi/dheth a th' ann

[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[moonchild-in-blue]

why are you such a lovely person

(bouncing off the walls at every compliment, you're like the banisher of bad moods, you're so nice, and awesome, and everything. Never had to stalk my OC tag but YOU DID and I am eternally flattered and grateful. wowee zowee words cannot express how cool you are. Don't ever say you aren't cool because you are and I will fight anyone who says you aren't cool. I would 100% play a dnd campaign with you if I could find the inspiration to make a dnd character and I didn't live across the ocean. I love reading your essay posts it's like reading a wiki page but I relatively know who wrote it. Your drawings of critters and landscapes are so good I'm sobbing when I see them. and you referred to me as “Corvie” once and I felt a “I shouldn’t be happy about this” moment. I'll stop now—)

CORVIE AAAAA (i shall refer to you as such from now on hehehe 🤭) 💙😭💙

When I got this message, I was sitting on the bus stop and had to physically stop myself from kicking my feet and smiling like an idiot at my phone (it didn't work. also i was wearing my heart sunglasses and it felt very fitting because 100% i had heart eyes reading this 😍🥺). I have since re-read this countless times oof. Definitely didn't tear up at all 🥺💙

You flatter me waaaay too much honey 🥺 But I am a slut for compliments, even though I can't take them, so please don't stop hehehe 💙 Also. As someone who spends WAY too much time on Wikipedia (my beloved), you have no idea how flattering it is for me to be compared to a wiki article omg 😭😭😭😭😭

I would love nothing more than to play a D&D campaign with you too 😭 legitimately still thinking about your ST game idea - the thing with Eden and the Whale has restructured my belief system hahaha I am OBSESSED

Here's a little thank you - i tried my best but I kinda messed up Ranne's eyes. I don't know how you do it so consistently oof.

(can you tell I am in love with Punicae?)

also you said once she and Luinë (SHE HAS A NAME) would be girlfriends so. here. have some tiny doodles of the girlfriends hehehe

Punicae is showing Luinë around. They are going on a lovely walk in Punicae's gardens 🥺🥺 besties 🥺🥺

Thank you once again, you're so COOL and AWESOME and I hope you're doing well muwah muwah muwah love you Corvie~ 😚💙

[hannah-heartstrings]

I realized I could've posted little meta tidbits on all the days I didn't have a fic for. I'm not missing an opportunity to talk about our OCs so I'm doing it now. XD

@nine-blessed-hero @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed (Do you guys want to be tagged in posts like this?) @tes-summer-fest

Arcane: Mom got so sick of hearing "I don't know what Arch-Mage Traven has against Necromancy, but the first thing he did after taking over the Mages Guild was to ban its practice" that she decided that Praelyn becomes Arch Mage specifically to make everyone shut up about him.

She says the new rumor becomes: "I don't know what Arch-Mage Praelyn has against Traven, but the first thing she did after taking over the Mages Guild was to ban mention of his name." So I guess it didn't work. XD

Beloved: One quest they all do together is Shadow Over Hackdirt because that's possibly the only quest we all actually did (other then the tutorial, of course. We all also might've delivered the amulet, I don't remember). Most of us barely even did quests back then, just explored random places. But we all dropped what we were doing as soon as they said Dar-Ma was gone.

Sanctuary: Does where you find the unicorn count as a sanctuary? My brother and I woke up one morning and Dad just had a unicorn now, we asked him how he fought all the minotaur and he was like "I just got on the unicorn and rode off."

So it became canon that Rann just shows up with a unicorn one day and everyone's like "What on Nirn?!"

Devotion: Reptilious is very devoted to becoming an imperial guard so that other argonians will have someone to protect and look out for them.

In Bloom: Lecrinn likes purple flowers because they remind her of Cheydinhal and, by extension, someone who lives there.

Sword: Lecrinn fights with a cutlass, Reptilious with a Blades katana, Praelyn with magic and Chillrend, and Rann with whatever happens to be the coolest thing in his pocket.

I actually managed to make each fact about a different character or the whole party instead of just Lecrinn, amazing. XD

[ishgard]

Tagged by: @sundered-souls - thank you so much!! what a lovely surprise

Favorite OC: I could never pick a favorite child (and it changes like the seasons), but Mana and Crow are currently on my mind the most right now. Then, there’s no denying Ahru is my go-to WoL for a reason. Also there’s almost always a gentle thrumming love for Arshadaya. He’s solely an XIV OC but even when my heart is away from Etheirys I often find myself going “augh this is so arsh” about this or that. X’D

Oldest OC: That’s really hard to remember for sure, but if we’re going way back, probably the furthest I can remember is Kayoray, a DBZ OC. In XIV, it’s Ahru!

Newest OC: Crow and Rook. Technically not XIV OC’s (Punishing Gray Raven Commandant and Construct) but never doubt my propensity for inserting beloved OCs everywhere. Oh wait! Ayami is a few days newer X’D

Meanest OC: Overall... Calysta is a chart-topper. From XIV specifically... probably Khasar or Aria. Noa has a mean streak, but she’s mostly just tsundere.

Softest OC: Def keeping this to XIV only, Ayami is the chart-topper here. Very very softe. (Khairyn and Ajri come close though, and Mana also.)

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Sevyn. Also V’saja. (Also Crow.)  Khaliun to an extent, but he’s mostly just baby and awkward.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Valtelierre. listen he’s trying (not xiv: Alkaid, my trailblazer.)

Dumbest (Derogatory) OC: Valtelierre. but he’s still a fucking dumbass

Smartest OC: Rann. Solely XIV though, Arshadaya is an almost unfair choice given that he’s, yanno, immortal and had time to accumulate considerable knowledge. After him though, probably Aelia, but she is not very uh, socially smart. Ahru is also a lot smarter than most give her credit for, in a fairly jack-of-all-trades sort of way.

Horniest OC: Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana, Mana-

OC You’d Bang: ...oh, it’s a lot. Like, it’d be easier to list the ones I wouldn’t. (But I won’t, cuz it’d still be a hefty amount.)

OC You’d Be Best Friends With IRL: Mana!!! I’d probably also gain a lot of weight eating all of her delicious food, but worth it. X’D

Tagging: YOU! Yanno, if you want to. <3<3<3

[havendance]

Infinite Crisis Thoughts

At long last, I am sitting down and writing these out. Under a cut because it's a big event and required lots of words.

Overall I had fun and I’m glad I read it. It was huge and sprawling and had a couple hundred tie-ins of varying relevance that doubled back on plot points. It felt like the embodiment of everything a comics event could be and it was epic for it. It’s got a scope to it! Crossover your entire universe! It’s the sort of thing you can do with comics and the interconnectedness of it all.

In terms of plots I read the OMAC project stuff and the Villains United stuff, and largely ignored/didn’t seek out the Rann-Thangar War and Day of Judgement plotlines

The Wonder Woman storyline was by far the standout. (Greg Rucka my beloved. I am looking forward to getting to his run in my Wonder Woman readthrough).

Something that I did think was interesting was the fact that it ends with Themiscyra gone, sealed away, and Diana left alone in Man’s World. Rucka pulls the same move in his rebirth Wonder Woman run. (Though that one was also doing some heavy duty work to retcon whatever was going on with the new 52 amazons. (I don’t know, I didn’t read it. But I can that it was bad from how much they had to retcon it away.)).

It is, I think, a very compelling place to put Diana in. At least, I find it compelling. And he was able to build off of the idea more in his rebirth run whereas I don’t know how it’s followed up on in post-crisis.

Anyway, if I had a nickel for every time…

The OMAC stuff was also fun (Thanks again Rucka.) We get more Sasha. We get Bruce ruining things for everyone.

Just the whole ‘Everything’s going wrong for everyone at once.’ that was going on the whole event. That’s what makes it a crisis! It was just really neat seeing how it built up bit by bit.

And then you also have the meta aspect with the earth two heroes and them watching everything go wrong and using that as their basis to rewrite everything ever.

Superboy prime is punching reality and there are clearly retcons going down in real time but sue me if I can’t figure out what any of them are.

Uhhh what else

RIP to Ratcatcher for being the first random person to get killed off in Infinite Crisis #1. No one’s going to miss you.

My favorite superman comic from the event was the one where got nuked and it did this thing I absolutely love where they put the in universe characters alongside the actual creators in the credits:

Of course it was written by Lois Lane… Rucka just gave her a voice…

I read exactly one Firestorm issues (#20). I found that I did not care about the new Firestorm (unsurprisingly) but this was also the first time I’d encountered Animal Man and I came out of the comic seized by the need to read more of his comics

Anyway I’m like 7 issues in Morrison’s Animal Man run and while I found his JLA run boring and have heard, uh, many things most of them poor about his Batman writing, his Animal Man writing is very fun so far!

Animal Man tangent over

I did not get around to reading the Green Arrow tie ins which I probably should’ve. Oh well, I’ll come back to that whenever I get around to reading Green Arrow Comics again.

I also skipped the Aquaman (some day I will figure out how to dip my toes in there) and Hawkman comics

And also probably others but those are the ones that come to mind

I also liked the teen titans Nightwing and Superboy team up issue.

I am confused as to what all went down with Bart and the Flash side of things but also maybe some day I will read flash comics

So many comics to read so little time

I am curious as to the logistics of the swapping out Kon to die for Nightwing thing that I know happened. Because in Infinite Crisis #6 Superboy directly stops superboy prime from killing Nightwing. But then Nightwing also jumps in front of Bruce to save him later which also could’ve been a prime moment for him to die. Don’t know if anyone knows anything about that.

But yeah! Infinite Crisis! Now it’s time for me to meander my way through one year later stuff.

[mqtsuno]

꒰ STARGIRL ꒱︙RAN.HT

smut mdni. female reader. dacryphilia. overstimulation. creampie. kitchen sex. soft aftercare. husband ran that has a thick cock. slight praise. 700wc.

꒰+꒱︙quick drabble cause i haven’t been active for the past week. inspired by stargirl interclude - the weeknd.

i just want to see you shine ‘cause i know you are a star, girl.

you once had a vision.

a vivid dream in which you screamed his name while scraping the kitchen counter tops with your nails. as soon as you'd finished your regular morning routine, you and he sat down for a hearty meal together. but now your dearly beloved had twisted you over whatever possible surface around him, spreading your butt cheeks from the rear and tugging down the trousers and underpants to your ankle.

“ran, too— too much!” your voice shrieked around the room, your back arched like a cat's. his massive cock was striking you unkindly from behind, and the position you were in couldn't let you go for a moment.

one hand was massaging your head, giving it delicate pecks, while the other hand circled your waist, he was controlling you, every inch of your body, the pace, the pleasure he was receiving, the feeling while all you could do was wail as if your heart was ready to burst.

“it’s okay, i know you could take it. just a little bit for me, yeah? my good girl.” he started to accelerate his thrusting motion. the aches you felt from him were wonderful. the bruises on his physique and the big cock he had could only make you moan in agony. all you could do was cry, sob, and howl your heart out as your vision blurred owing to the anguish and pleasure that was blinding you. “rann, please…”

“god, ran—“ your fingers delved further till the sound of your fingernails scraping the surface became shrill. as he continued pounding into the tight heat that is your gorgeous cunt, you groaned loudly. "just a little bit," his voice quieted towards the conclusion of the phrase, nearly getting high quietly while he continued to barge you at the sweet spot. you simply stick your tongue out, dribbling saliva and creating a mess, unable to speak anything since the run dumbed your body.

the guy pressed his lips on the back of your head once again, offering light pecks before shifting to a better position. "gonna fill you up gently, okay?" when ran warned you, your body tightened; he took you through his high by snapping his hips with such vigor. his motions were harsh, he didn't allow you time to react, and you couldn't say anything against him.

tears trickle down your cheeks as your eyes expand and close repeatedly. the only sound you could make was a series of gasps and shuddering screams. he moved his hands from your head to your waist, boosting his movements in any way to get closer and closer to release.

when he delivered his final blow, he did it with such finesse that you were able to see the whole spectrum of the rainbow, as well as the millions of stars and clouds that filled the room. screaming and rolling your eyes, you felt ran's cock twitch inside of you, filling and painting your insides.

panting at the experience, he hurried out and focused his eyeballs on your dripping hole. without a second's hesitation, ran kneeled down and started to lick his own fluids from your naked walls all the way down to your inner thighs. "i knew you could do it," he said quietly as he fastened his trousers and raised you up in a bridal style, gently laying you on the sofa.

he knew he'd tired you out with the sex, after all, you'd done so much for him. ran, as a decent husband, should take excellent care of you. so he cupped your face and kissed your temples softly. "mhmm, i'm sleepy..." you groan as he touches you. ran stared warmly at you, his sloppy eyes filled with sympathy penetrating your bare soul.

“i know, i know,” ran said, letting go of his grip and rubbing your hands, “and you shine so brightly when i fuck you on the cabinet.” for ran haitani, seeing your body bathed in afterglow was like watching a star that was illuminating the cosmos. you couldn't say much more than a murmur before passing out from the press of his fingertips on your skin.

"i'll go get a washcloth and a blanket for us, please wait for me, okay, my star," he spoke as he stood up and snuck around, beaming like a nymphomaniac idiot.

꒰+꒱︙a gift for my beloved @maitani ! @gem1nis @harusick @01-20-1992

MQTSUNO. 2021 — reblogs are appreciated.

[renn-phrs]

[𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑺 ; 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑰 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺]

WARNINGS : Major character death, Strong languanges

"FUCKING HELL RAN PICK THE FUCKING PHONE !!" Rindou curses on the phone hitting his steering wheel as he tries to dial Ran for the 12th time but no response he gets from his beloved brother. The negative thoughts clouded his mind on what happened to him. He should've taken the mission with Ran or just him alone. Now he is driving past the speed limits not caring about the red and blue light behind him combined with the widely-known siren getting closer.

"SHIT!" Rindou violently turns his steering wheel to the small alleyway to get away from the cops that have been chasing him for the last 20 minutes. He looked at the map that displayed on his car monitor.

"Any leads to the bastard that stole our documents?" Sanzu ask.

"Got those peeps' location if we wanted to plan an ambush." Koko raised his hand. His eyes never leave his laptop, typing something on it.

"Don't think we could. We have a lot on our plate this week. 2 weeks prior we agreed to hold a meeting with Taiju on Friday, then we got a deal coming in 2 days at the docks. Got new items too," Takeomi signaled Koko to write it down which he replies with a nod, "And sadly we need those papers before tomorrow."

"I can do it." Everyone's eyes glance at the owner of the voice. "We don't need to plan a big ambush. We've killed a bunch of men before, and I believe I could outstand them just by myself and my trusty baton." Ran tapped the table with his baton, a smile formed on his face.

"There are 20-ish of his men, I think you nee-"

"Come on, Kaku. You know me better than this."

Everyone in the room looked at each other, contemplating whether they should send him off or not.

"I go with you." Rindou sigh, as he was about to get up, Ran throw his baton across him, hitting Rindou in the head, "BROO???"

"Na-ah. You sit there nicely as your big brother do the job." Ran snickered, getting up to pick his baton and pinched Rindou's cheeks.

"Later losers."

"RANN!! RAN WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!!" Rindou shouted but no one replied on the empty basement. "RANN ANSW-"

"You missed me that much brother?" A voice called him from his back. There his brother, Ran leaning on the pillar beside him while cleaning his hand with a handkerchief.

"Fucking hell you scared me! Of course I do dumbass, you gave me an SOS call and don't even pick my 12 damn calls." He smacked Ran's head earning a low groan from him

"Ehehe, My phone broke," He chuckled, pointing at the people that lying on a pool of red liquid, "I threw it at one of those bastards."

"But you are okay, right?" Rindou tapped his shoulder.

"How can a Haitani Ran not be okay?" He joked, not really funny but oh well, it's "the great" Haitani Ran what do you expect?

As they were about to leave the place, Ran suggested that they should come to the beach which Rindou didn't approve since they need to go back to the hideouts to bring the stolen papers to Mikey.

After a little bit of convincing and pushing, his brother gives up and tells him to hop in the car. The ride to the beach was quiet, only the songs came out radio accompany them. Rindou glances at his brother who is being weird all the entire ride. He sits rather nicely, crossing his legs to the other side and his hand folded on his lap. His eyes never leave the road until they arrived.

"Ran we are here," He said taking his seat belt and shoes off before getting out of the car followed by his brother, "Why are we even here? You sure are weird."

"Heh, just... just want to see the sunset. It'll much be beautiful this time." Ran replied looking at the beautiful sky with a shade of a pale yellowish-orange at the end of it. The sun looks like a few centimeters away from the sea. maybe, it'll set for 20-ish minutes from now.

"You talked like an old man, Ran. Who cursed you?" Rindou looked at him which only replied with a smile. He had a bad feeling about this. The pit of his stomach began to twist as his brother takes a few steps into the saltwater.

Huh?

He looks.. lively

Lively than he used to be. His purple eyes reflected the sun infront of them, his feet kicking the water making a mess to his dress suit, laughter escape his lips as he began to hop around like a little kid.

"Rin, don't you just stand there. Come join me." Ran extended his hand, to hold Rindou's hand. He rolled his pants to make sure it wasn't touching the water and take Ran's hand.

Ran started to talk about their old childhood memories, from how he loved to annoy Rindou until the old times where they ruled Roppongi together. Rindou doesn't like this and he will never. Why is he talking about old memories all of the sudden? This must be wrong, something not right, something-

Suddenly he felt a hand resting on his shoulder, He looked up, seeing his brother was a bit tipsy. Rindou quickly guide him to the shore to set him down. His heart rate increases rapidly seeing his brother in a state like this,

"Ran a-are you alright?" Ran didn't answer he only look at his brother in the eyes. He began to undress his vest, revealing his white shirt with a bunch of red stains on them. "Ran tell me this... thi-this blood isn't yours. Right? Ran?"

"I'm sorry..."

Ran shifted his body closer to his brother before putting his head gently on his lap. They keep silent for a few seconds.

"How long?"

"Before I... before I called you."

Rindou was furious, furious to know that he agreed to this. He could've just helped his brother. But he-

"Why didn't you-

" "tell me?", I saw him. I hear him calling out my name." Ran quickly replied. Rindou doesn't know who is he talking about. Zero ideas about it.

"Ran it's just your intuition, don't ple-"

"He hugged me, I never know he looked at me as a friend. Now I know the reasons behind our little tattoo." He touches the tattoo that resting on his neck. Ran began to talk a lot of non-sense that Rindou could only try to understand.

"Ran you... you said we're going to rule the Roppongi together till old." His voice was low, barely heard, merging with the sound of the ocean wave crashing with each other.

"I'm sorry, Rin. I'm sorry," Ran coughed, Fuck He cursed knowing damn well talking in the state like this only make him feel ten times worse, "I'm sorry If you always felt left out, I'm sorry If you always felt like you're not enough and only stand behind my shadows..."

"Ran please, don't say that... You know I never mind. I love being with you." Rindou panicked while trying to help his brother stand, "H-here grab on to me and I-I'll drive fast enough to the hospital so you co-"

"Rindou... you are... funny," Ran laughs, "Even if... Fuck. Even if you did.. did manage to take me... there, there won't be any use." Ran looked down at the wounds that he cover using some fabric, started to form a red spot on them. Guess it's time then.

"The sunset is very beautiful today isn't it, Rindou?"

Rindou's eyes widened, not expected to say anything random out of the blue. He takes a deep breath before answering his brother's question,

"Yeah, Yeah It... is." Ran smiled at him. watching his brother looking at the sun who is going to set a few more minutes. His eyes trailed to his neck before stopping at the tattoo sitting nicely on his neck like his.

"RINNRINNNN!!!" Before Rindou could look back he felt a weight behind him making him hit the marble floor.

"RAN YOU KILLING ME!" Rindou shouted trying to wiggle free from his brother's hug, "RAN GET. OFF OF ME, YOU FAT THING!" He felt the weight on top of his body shift. He turned back to see his brother already standing with a shocked face. Ran kicked him in the crotch making him scream in pain like a little girl.

"RAN WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!" Rindou gave him a death glare as he tried to nudge to pain.

"The audacity of you saying I'm fat while you are the one that always eats like a goddamn pig," Ran rolled his eyes before shoving his phone to his brother, "Here look, Sanzu told me we're gonna get a matching tattoo for the gang."

Rindou slightly backs his head away, adjusting his glasses to see clearly. He shifted his head to look back at his brother and to the phone again a couple of times before pinching his nose. "Then what?"

"Thennn, we are going to have another matching tattoo!!"

"HECK NO." Rindou shouted. They've had 2 matching tattoos from their torso to the back and he wanted more? Rindou shakes his head, disapproving of his ideas. He quickly gets up not wanting to interact with his loud brother before he feels something heavy wrapping around his feet.

"IHHH, RINDOU PLEASEE IT'S JUST A SMALL TINY CUTE TATTOO!!!" Ran whines, dangling on Rindou's feet so he couldn't go anywhere, "COME ONN!!"

"JUST GO ASK YOUR FRIEND!!" Rindou was about to kick him before his brother quickly gets up and hug him. He was startled by Ran's sudden action not knowing what to do. Ran lets go of his hug as he takes his brother's hand, drawing circles on his palm.

"Please ?" Ran pouts, trying to act cute to get into his heart, only to be replied with a gross face plastered on Rindou's face. What the fuck.. He sighs, knowing for sure if he keeps standing on his words this conversation won't go anywhere.

"Just... this once right?" Ran nods.

"Small?" Ran nods again,

"Hahh, 'right."

"YEYYYYY!!!!" Ran jumped giving him a quick hug, rushing to text Sanzu.

"But," He stopped, "I get to choose the tattoo placement." Rindou said before leaving the room.

"Ay-ye, Captain!" Ran salutes him, which was only replied with an eye roll.

" 'Think don't have much time," Ran grabbed his brother's cheeks as he tries to lean forward to kiss his temple. "You are a strong man. Don't cry just because of me, okay?"

Rindou looked at his brother who tries to smile for him. He needs to help him. He needs to...

"Rann... Please let me-"

Ran shakes his head telling him to not continue the word. He takes a deep breath before trying to speak with a low voice,

"I will always be by your side, Rin..." Ran's hands start to tremble, his breath getting heavier each time he tries to endure the squeezing pain in his lungs, "Don't worry Rinrin."

His head feels dizzy and hot. He wanted to talk but the feeling of someone choking him and he couldn't do anything, silence him. Only heavy breathing could escape from his mouth. The more he endure the pain the harder he keeps his eyes open. So this is what death feels like?

The truth is, he never wanted to leave him, he wanted to live, live long enough to see at least his brother on the mandap with someone destined for him or just hearing him shouts when he ate his last pudding or anything, anything that could he have as his last memories. But guess the one's up there has another plan for him.

"Pro-promise okay?" The trembling voice leaves Rindou's lips as he brings his brother into a hug, "I love you Ran, I love you so so much, please remember that, Okay??"

No answer.

"Rann.."

No answer.

"Ran??" He waited, "Ran answer me please.. pl-please..." Rindou's lips quivered, tears starting to fall from the corner of his purple eyes. His breathing hitched at the sight of his lifeless brother in his arms. Rindou tries to shake his body a couple of times but not a single muscle moves from his brother's body. His body trembling in fear, not knowing what to do as the day began to fall.

Another soul was set free as the sun began to set down, changed by the moon that will shine bright accompanying the boy and the dead in the serene night.

RETURN — ©Reblogs are highly appreciated.

[pulpwriterx]

WOODS (2)

They agreed to meet in the place where they had first met.

You asked for it, O Best Beloved, so here it is...

The next week, Rey flew to another forest.

When Rey landed her X-Wing, Kylo’s TIE Fighter was there.

He had hidden it with some brush, and Rey did the same.

When they got to the spot, Rey saw that Kylo had brought a big sleeping bag, and two pillows.

He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, just his tunic and his boots.

And those black leather pants.

“Can you stay until tomorrow? I’m in charge. I get to do what I want.” He asked.

“I can. What’s in the grey box?”

“It’s a cooling box. Food.”

“Real food?”

“I always eat real food. There’s a huge bruise on your shoulder blade.”

“I know. I fell, when I was trying to fight the drone with the blast shield down. How am I supposed to feel where it is?”

Ben shrugged.

“I never could. But before it fires? It makes a tiny whirring sound. Aim your lightsaber in the direction of that sound. You'll never miss, again. Now, sit up. Keep your back straight.”

He put her shoulder back in place.

“That’s much better! Sorry about the ugly bruise. What happened to your hand? Your knuckles are all purple.” Rey asked.

“I was questioning one of the late and unlamented Snoke’s toadies that I turned up. He could withstand sophisticated Force techniques, so I just punched him in the face over and over again until he screamed he’d tell me anything. He talked.”

Rey nodded, sagely.

She was more concerned with what he was unpacking from the grey box.

A plate of sandwiches, made from thick slabs of bread, nerf steak and cheese.

Potatoes, fixed up with vegetables and eggs and some kind of sauce.

And then a small white carton, that was very cold.

“Here. Eat this first. Before it melts.”

Rey opened the carton.

There was something ice cold and blue in it.

She got the spoon from her mess kit, and tasted it.

It had a smooth consistency, and it was cold, but creamy and sugary, and it tasted like blue milk, and vanilla, and a little like cinnamon.

“This is so good! It tastes even better than it looks!”

“Rey, you act like you've never eaten ice cream.” Ben laughed.

“I haven’t!”

“You never ate ice cream? Ever? Go ahead. Finish it. I have more. How could you have never eaten ice cream? In your life?”

“Because I never had parents. Or a home. Ben, when I was 13, I ran away from my miserable life as my guardian’s near slave. With a flyboy named Dack Rann, who told me he was thirty, but later I found out he was closer to fifty. By the time I was 14, he had dumped me back in the sand on Jakku, and I was on my own. Maybe you think your family were neglectful, and I believe you that they were. But you had one. I have nothing.”

“You have me. I promise, I won’t leave you, Rey. Even if I have to come back from the dead. I’m a Sith Lord, a Jedi Master, and a Skywalker. Don’t ever believe I’m dead, unless you’ve buried me with your own hands, and I haven’t come up out of the ground in a week. Gods, I thought you were just on a diet, like women are. I didn’t know you were starving. Eat. Eat more.”

“Are you sure you can trust your cook?”

“You’re looking at him. I can’t trust anybody. I cook all my own food. I even butcher the meat.”

Rey ate all the ice cream, one of the giant sandwiches, and a heap of the potato thing, and she was stuffed.

Ben ate the rest, but he offered more to her, first.

He ate like a Wookiee; his table manners were awful, but Rey had no way of knowing that.

Hers were worse.

Ben didn’t tell her.

He’d never told her that fancy women from Coruscant and other such places took a razor and shaved their underarms and their legs like men shaved their faces.

And some women even shaved their bush.

Ben didn’t mind a little leg hair.

And he was partial to bush.

“What are you thinking about?” Rey asked.

“Your bush.”

“Not now, Ben! I’m so full I think if you got on top of me, I would explode! I need to walk some of this meal off.”

“What kind of bullshit gung-ho Jedi Uncle Luke crap is that? You sleep off a big meal. I’m getting in the sleeping bag, and lying here with the sun shining on my face through the trees and I’m going to take a nap and snore. You should, too.”

Ben even got undressed.

Rey followed his lead.

It wasn’t warm, but it was a lazy day, and the big meal made her drowsy, and Rey fell asleep curled up with Kylo, listening to his snoring and the other comforting sounds of the woods.

***

“Rey. Rey? Wake up, little angel. You’re so cute, when you’re asleep. You snore, and drool, and fart. And when I touched you, you called me Dack, honey, and asked me to put my old Imperial uniform on. Boots, too. So, you like flyboys, huh? Imperial flyboys, too. I’ll bet you want the Imperial Act. But you’ll never ask me for it. You don't have to."

Rey was mortified, but Ben got up, kissed her, and grabbed his clothes.”

“Stay right there. Don’t get dressed.”

Ben went to his TIE Fighter.

“The safe word is Chandrila. But you won’t need it! I’m not that kinky!” he yelled.

He returned in full regalia with his cape on.

And his gloves.

“So, young Jedi. You’ve walked right into my trap. You have not committed yourself to my cause, and yet, you want access to the corridors of power.”

“I…I…” Rey stammered.

“SILENCE!” Kylo Ren roared.

His dark, ancient eyes glinted with Imperial fanaticism and insistent lust.

He clenched his black-gloved fist against his chest as he backed Rey over to the sleeping bag.

Backed her down to her knees.

“Didn’t I tell you I could take what I wanted from you? You’re all alone on this planet. No one will hear you scream. Only me. You think you won’t scream? I promise you, Rebel scum. You will.” He purred.

He casually pushed aside the bottom of his surcoat, so that Rey could see he was visibly and certainly most entirely aroused.

“I can do whatever I’d like, to you. So, I suggest that if you value your freedom, Rebel Girl?”

Kylo Ren caressed Rey's face with his gloved hand, almost tenderly, but there was no tenderness in the way he pushed her face against his black leather thigh.

“I suggest you suspend work on all your projects for the Resistance, on this mission…”

He unbuckled his belt.

“…and start working on me.”

Kylo Ren unbuttoned his uniform trousers, and got his cock out.

“You know what I want.”

Rey nodded.

And when he'd had enough, he made her stop.

“No more for you, you hungry little beast. I can’t believe it, but you like this, don’t you? You dirty little Rebel whore.”

“Please, Supreme Leader. I want you to ravish me. I don’t know why I feel like this about you. But I need your big, stiff Imperial prick.”

He tore her panties off her body, and then Kylo Ren got Rey on her hands and knees, got behind her, and gave her a little slap on the ass.

“Chandrila! Chandrila!” Rey yelped.

“OK. What should I stop doing?”

Rey expected him to be mad.

He didn’t sound mad.

“I told you before. Don’t stick it in my ass. I don’t trust you flyboys, in that position.”

“I wasn’t after your ass. But you just killed your paramour, Rann. When I find him? I’ll kill him just for giving you fear. Why would I want your ass when your cunt is soaked? You want my Imperial cock? I’ll give it to you. Are you ready, prisoner?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!” Rey panted.

The Supreme Leader started screwing her, doggy style.

“If you please me, I may even give you special privleges.” Ben purred.

Now Ben had his hand between Rey's legs, rubbing his gloved fingers across her hot button while he gave it to her.

In his full Imperial uniform.

With his boots on.

Rey couldn’t help it.

“Oh, fuck, Ben, you are so much better at this than Dack Rann!”

“That’s because I’m the King, baby…”

“Ben…”

“…King of the Sky…”

“Ben!!!”

“…hail to the King, Rebel Girl…”

“BEN!!!!”

“…I’ll tell you this, no two-bit flyboy is ever gonna make you come just like this! You’re my Rebel Girl, now! That’s a good girl. squeeeeeeze my cock in your wet, dirty cunt and let me fill you with my hot spunk!!!!”

Now they were both screaming, and then they fell into a jumble of arms and legs on the sleeping bag.

“That’s how I do the Imperial Act, sweetheart. Boots, and all. But I am thinking about killing Rann. It’s bad enough him taking you from your home planet when you were a kid to do it to you, let alone trying to pressure you into butt stuff you obviously didn’t want to do. Rann isn’t even a good-looking older man. He’s a big slob with a beer belly who always looks like he needs a shave. Why him?”

“Chandrila.”

Ben got undressed, again.

“Okay. But I’m getting undressed. I’m sweating like a Hutt.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert, do you, Ben?”

“Nope. You'd be surprised the things girls asked me to do that I refused. Especially in uniform. Did I give you everything you wanted?”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“You did, Ben. I just wish we had some more ice cream.”

“Me too.”

Ben fell asleep, but Rey couldn't.

She woke him uo.

“I lied, Ben. I lied to you. And I don't want to get Dack killed for my lies. I wasn’t 14. I was 16. The Galactic age of consent. Don’t kill him, Ben. I had other offers. Dack was just so…he couldn’t have been anything but a man. He was macho, and funny, and a real tough guy. He used to come back and see me every three months or so. He never did anything I didn’t want him to. Just asked for it. And they don’t call him Two-Gun Rann just because he wears two long-barreled blasters. He has three. I am a pervert.”

Ben kissed her forehead.

“Not so much as me. Do you know who Hela Darkstar is?”

“Red Hela, the Chieftain of the Wolf Clan? The High Queen of Arkanis? Your mother sent me to Arkanis on a diplomatic mission. The Throne of Blood and Iron is made of swords, knives, axes and electroplated skulls and bones. She murdered her own father and stole his throne. There’s a space at the top. She says it’s for the skull of the Great Beast, the warrior and wizard who wronged her. She keeps her first cousin as a male concubine. But she did send us some Arkanian warriors. Why?”

“Fenrir Darkstar is not dead. He retired to Tattoine, and opened a bar and registered whorehouse in Anchorhead. That space you mentioned? It's for my head, but she’s had plenty of opportunities to take it, and never did. Fenrir sent her to the Jedi Temple with her cousin, Armitage Hux, who was Force null, to keep her out of trouble. It didn’t work. When she was dismissed, she drugged me, kidnapped me, and kept me prisoner in her private rooms for three months. I was allowed free reign in Hela's private apartments, but she wouldn’t let me have clothes. Or shoes. I was 20, and I had never even kissed a girl, before Hela took me. When my father made a deal with her father, to release me? I didn’t want to go. We promised each other never to touch anyone else on Tuesdays, the day we met, or Saturdays, the day she made me a man. Even though she hates me, now? I go to Arkanis every Tuesday and Saturday I can. I’ve never been asked to leave.”

“So if I run into Dack, and it’s not a Thursday?”

“If it’s a Thursday, I’ll kill him.”

Rey just laughed.

“Agreed.” She said.

[corviisquire]

wyd when I hit you with that pomegranate woma

yeah I’ll lore spiel about her under cut +Silly doodle

Fun fact: Her name is derived from the scientific name of a pomegranate (low intelligence specimen here). She’s a low ranking goddess in the realm of deities, gods, and spiritual beings. She just chills and maybe gives you a quick side quest. Ranne is higher ranked and has more power than her so I think it’d be funny if they talked to Punica, and Punica’s like “omg they know I exist wow” (showed in doodle below)

[tarithenurse]

On my mind, in my soul - 17

Prompt:  Prompt is kindly given (read: thrown in my face) by wonderful maladaptive-ninja-returns: ““Cosmic Love” by Florence & The Machines; if not Asgard then Rann of Kutch (at night because why the fuck not); and a cummerbund (like a thin studded strip around the waist, if that makes sense).” It makes sense. Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Swearing as usual, some violence, angst, restraining (not in the fun way), sarcastic undertones, public exposure, anger. A/N: This is the second to last chapter of this series. It’s been a pleasure to work with the awesome prompts I’ve gotten so I doubt it’ll be the last time I do something like this. If you liked it, then like, leave a comment and/or reblog <3

Lost and found

Loki is nervous and you can feel it with every fiber of your being. It isn’t like him. Restless? Sure. Agitated in any way that involved flexing his superiority somehow? Been there, done that. But nervous…now that’s different, and it makes the hairs stand on end while shadows morph into stuff of nightmares for nothing more than a second.

Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted on knowing what was going on, but the curiosity had gotten the better of you the day you’d heard Clint insist that it wasn’t up to Loki to decide.

“Decide what?” you asked, walking into the room to find more than the two of them. All of the Avengers were there, and they were staring at you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“Nothing to worry your head about, beloved.” Loki attempted to divert your attention by kissing you on the sweet spot below your ear, earning him an exasperated sigh from Stark.

“Oh no,” sarcasm dripped from every single one of Natasha’s words, “nothing except your expertise being needed, but Loki won’t share.”

Pulling back from your lover’s embrace, you looked from one to the other. “Mine?”

That’s how you’ve gotten involved in the work that you’d promised never to get into. Heroing. A little smile settles on your lips at how backwards everything has become. Dark marble under your feet sends the footsteps of you, Loki, and other tourists tumbling between the hard walls that only sparingly are adorned with paintings or tapestries of historical value. Still, if you bothered to look then this would be a treasure trove for your curious brain…but you are here for one thing.

“How can you smile?” Loki hisses as you both pause before a statue, pretending to admire the chiseled-off cock.

Shaking your head gently, you pull him down for a chaste kiss. “Is the lie too hard to sell, my dear? Silver Tongue, hmm?”

Winding him up like that probably isn’t a smart move, but you need to stay on top of things for this to work. The pen flits over the glossed map of the museum, jotting down positions of cameras, sensors, and ventilation shafts. The museum has been carefully selected to offer the right type of possible loot in combination with the strategic placement of the building to make it difficult to get away quickly which is actually something that keeps your nerves steady for once.

Several of the Avengers would be able to pull a heist off on their own, but none of them would work a case like you do and that’s the point. Without having seen your style, they can’t fake it. And it’s you that’s needed in order to set the trap for the unnamed villain that’s trying to get to Loki through you. Villain. It sounds like something from a 60’ies movie. Still, here you are, discreetly trying to get noticed by a veritable bad guy in the hopes that he’ll take the bait, show up for the “heist”, and as a result get himself caught in an ambush.

Glancing up at Loki, you feel better about the plan than he does. Don’t worry, babe, I got you to save me.

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

…   Loki’s PoV   …

Imbeciles! Had he not objected to the so-called plan? Had he not been clear what the risks were? And look at where that got us! Snarling at the biting wind, the god lets the engine of the motorbike rev as he regains balance after rounding the last corner on the way out of the city. He is vaguely aware of the squabble among the Avengers as they divide the forces between repairing the quint-jet and scouring the area for clues. Clay-brained mongrels.

Oh, they have told him to step down, to let them do the work the moment it was clear [Y/N] has been taken. Fearing that he may do something rash, Romanova has been tasked with keeping an eye on Loki…and she will for a bit longer until the distance between the Asgardian and the illusion of him becomes to great, causing the decoy to fade. The old resentment still lingers within him, making it impossible for the former enemy to trust the Midgardian heroes with something as important as retrieving [Y/N]. At least it is mutual.

Shifting the seiðr, Loki focuses on the only consistent trace from the not very safe safehouse.

I should never have left her alone. Admittedly, she had ordered him away, claiming she could not concentrate on the plan when he kept pacing back and forth, and because the four others were there, he had grudgingly accepted and wandered off to the market.

The trail he follows shimmers in the light from the setting sun. Flattened, sandy crusts with salty minerals that makes the Asgardian think of the icy expanses of his actual home world despite the heat radiating from the ground beneath the tires. Soon, the day will come to an end, leaving only the stars to illuminate the open desert.

Loki feels the change in his magic, warning him a second or two before Natasha’s voice cuts through the communications device. Curses, in Russian and a few other languages, make the earplug crackle.

“Reindeer Games,” Stark’s voice sounds flatly, “where y’off to?”

“If I had any intentions of sharing that knowledge with you then I would have told you before departing.”

The archer quips something about almost having the jet ready.

“Was that you? The jet?” Rogers asks.

There’s a soft chuckle from Natasha. “’Course not, Cap, otherwise Tony and Clint couldn’t fix it.”

“Thank you.” At least the wench understands and who would I be to deny it. “I shall inform you when [Y/N] is safe once more.”

“Loki…” Even through the device, it is clear that the Captain does not approve. “Don’t do anything…rash.”

“I would never…” he proclaims before tossing the communications device to the ground. Of course, that depends on what someone would consider rash.

Either way, the god is gaining on his target. All through his body, the adrenalin is surging with the thrill of the chase and the figuratively magnetic attraction of a very special woman. My queen.

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound

…   Reader’s PoV   …

You’re not entirely sure what you realise first. It might be how bad your head’s hurting…however, equally uncomfortable contestants are found in the numbing tightness around wrists and legs as well as the distinct roughness of something that’s been pulled over your head. At least the fabric isn’t very dense, so you can still breathe relatively freely. I can see through the mesh. The discovery itself is great…the view not so much because it’s very dark, leaving you mostly with the rumbling motion and an oily smell to go by. Car…van. Maybe the brain is trying to squeeze out through any orifice in your skull, at least it feels like it.

”I think she’s awake,” a surprisingly intonationless voice offers.

”We’re all-e-most there.” That voice is distinctly male and accented like an Italian.

Two guys. Twisting carefully, it’s not easy to get either within view, but you manage to locate the owner of the first in the shadow behind the driver’s seat (where the second must be). I can deal with that. The optimism doesn’t quite seep into you as much as you would’ve wanted, but you keep encouraging yourself as you roll about on the floor of the van until you’re in a position where you dare to test the restraints. Crap. It’s not just cheap tie rips, but proper rope.

”I wouldn’t do that, little lady,” the androgynous voice offers, ”we know our knots.”

It’s a gamble. ”Why tie me up at all? ’S not like I can do anything ’gainst two people.”

”Just a precauzion, you see.” It sounds like the driver’s smiling. ”Padrone ‘as…euh…demands!”

For several minutes, the only noise is the rumbling of the engine as you’re brought further and further from the people who should’ve protected you from this. At least the first part of the plan had been a success: getting spotted as you were ”planning the heist”. Admittedly, the next part had been to plan said fake heist in a way that allowed the Avengers to apprehend the wannabe kidnappers before they got to you.

Still, you don’t exactly feel scared but more a sort of…inconvenienced? Embarrassed? At the moment, you’re not really sure what it is because of the pain.

“Did you guys literally knock me out?” you groan.

“Sí,” is the answer from the driver.

“Boss’s order?” That would place one more on the list of who to bash around the head.

“Little lady’s got a point.”

“Mamma mia! Just ah …zitta and get ‘er ready!”

Someone grunts and then big hands grab you by the upper arms, hoisting you into a sitting position before getting to work. In the dim light of dashboard, you see a knife glistens on the other side of the canvas supposed to blind you. Oh, that sucks, you manage to think before the cold steel tears through the fabric of your shirt. Just the fabric. Shred by shred, the cotton-blend is removed, exposing your bra and the tiger’s eye pendant on the golden chain. Goosebumps have spread all over your body, and now the fear is there alright. On another occasion, you might consider how the pain apparently has disappeared from one second to the other, but all you do manage is to sit stock-still despite the rumbling of the van. Barely breathing and tense like a spring while waiting for the unavoidable doom – whatever it may be. Loki!

You don’t expect a flashlight and ruffling of paper nearby. Nor the cool touch of rich fabric carefully being wrapped around your chest. Only then are the bra straps snipped and gingerly tugged away under the new layer.

“Sorry ‘bout this, miss,” the surprisingly gentle kidnapper mumbles as he grabs your waist.

Cut by cut, the shorts go the same way as the t-shirt did earlier until you lie there on the hard floor with nothing by a minuscule g-string and ropes on your lower body. Even if the immobilizing fear isn’t gone, it’s being replaced by a burning sense of shame. This is not my doing. I have nothing to be ashamed of! The words echo like a near-forgotten mantra in your mind.

“I need to stand you up on your knees, little lady,” the handler explains.

He wouldn’t actually need your consent, it seems, because he’s perfectly capable of moving your around as if you were a doll. But he does it gently, and the careful manner is continued when something like a skirt is wrapped low around your hips. Soft, flowy material that tickles you thighs and calves, yet held in place by a broad strip of the same stuff that’s wrapped around your upper body (well, technically just enough to cover the boobs). There’s a shimmer of purple in the flashlight as your stylist inspects the result. A breathed “oh” precedes a metallic jingling, something cold touches your skin before settling on the broad top-hem-thingy of the skirt.

“All ready,” your fashionista slash abductor announces.

“Perfetto.”

Already, you can feel the van slowing down, so you’re ready for when the breaks are applied inconsiderably enough to bring the contents of the vehicle crashing. Landing awkwardly (and painfully) on the side with a jingle, you add to the tally of things to be pissed about.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back

The cold light of the stars is cast back from the shimmering ground, making it easy for Loki to spot the structures as dark silhouettes against a world of silver. A couple of vehicles and several tents, most of which seem squalid in comparison to one. It’s the only one illuminated internally, adding circles in flowery patterns to bring colour back into the night. Orange hues come and go as the light source sways and people move to block the rays.

Undoubtedly, less dangerous men would abandon the noisy motorbike and cover the rest of the way on foot to ensure the element of surprise, but of course Loki does not need to bother with such details. Whoever is at this camp have made the mistake of angering a god and nothing can save them now.

Leaping of the machinery in the middle of the temporary village, the first guards (mercenaries, really) are already approaching with their weapons at the ready. None of them reach Loki, falling instead to the ground with knives buried in their chests.

“[Y/N]!” he yells, wanting to confirm his suspicion on where she is kept.

A half-choked yell. The sound of glass shattering. Then finally an answer, although it is from one of the supposed guards: as the only survivor within line of sight, a male abandons his weapon in favour of holding his hands above the head.

“She’s in there.” Nodding towards the large tent, a streak of grey mimics the shade of the vast landscape. “Alive and pissed, which is fair ‘cause kidnapping’s not okay even for me.”

Tilting his head minimally, Loki eyes the man. “You think your panic-laced words will save you?”

Clearly trying to find the right answer, the mercenary eventually gives up and shrugs instead. “I’s…kinda hopin’ that, yeah…got morals and shit, but I need the money and it’s hard to get out of this business.”

Honest, amusing…although still a sorry excuse for a Midgardian. “Go.”

There is no need for repeating the order, and the man hurries off, mumbling something under the breath about “why me” and “again”. It is of no relevance for Loki, however, who has turned his full attention onto the silent tent before him.

Without wasting another second, the god dashes through the lose-hanging flaps of the entrance. The knives in his hands look like fire solidified, deadly, ethereal, yet they never fly gracefully through the air as intended but fall to the canvas under his feet as he takes in the sight. Two figures splayed lifelessly on the ground with a third standing above them, the stance a fierce display of the person’s will to live and clashing perfectly with the delicate attire that barely covers the perfect body.

“About time,” [Y/N] announces drily as she straightens up, “even had to get my hands dirty.”

Glancing at the male figures on the ground, it is with a certain relief that Loki can see that they still are breathing. Would he mind that the love of his life had killed someone? No. But he would feel at fault that it had been necessary.

A flutter of purple and pink hues is all it takes for the god to be staring at the woman, appreciating the curves and show of skin displayed before him. A few steps, then she is in his arms and he gets to let his hands roam her shape under the pretence of ensuring she is unharmed.

By the time the examination clearly has a different purpose, [Y/N] slaps him away with a teasing growl. Their lips are swollen, and hair mussed from something else than the fighting. Loke is just about to come with a suggestion when the sound of a familiar jet-engine announces the arrival of Romanova, Stark, Rogers and Barton, effectively spoiling any fun that the couple could have had.

[skatrickstump]

from my dsmp homestuck au. rann beloved, derse dreamer, maid of void.

[rutujabpatil]

Mi casa es su casa

I love my country. I love my planet too. Just think about the mere diversity in colors within the flora and fauna, people, water and land bodies. This is the divine beauty that we get to experience for just being born here. Isn't it amazing and truly a beautiful gift? :) India has been so lucky - we can find the attractions of  absolutely every possible natural tourist place of the world within India itself. We have the magnificent Himalayas, the giant rivers, a long coastline, incredible desert, the great rann of kutch, the diverse forests,islands, etc. and all of this strongly coupled with a rich local cultural heritage. We are definitely an incredible India! An epitome of the largest democracy and ‘unity in diversity’ on this beautiful planet. 

To keep the beauty intact we need to continuously care, nurture and protect it from any harm. But in recent times, the increasing pressure for survival can be felt not only in India but across the world. With rapidly depleting natural resources, the merciless competition to be a superpower and gain control (over what remains of the dying land) is only increasing. There is increased emphasis on more control, drawing more lines and building walls over holistic care and nourishment of all living beings of the planet. The mute animals have suffered the most and might continue to suffer, as the damage is already done and the effects of climate change are irrevocable today. The unheard loud cries of the dying animals will rightfully punish the powerful humans by destroying the complete ecosystem and rendering the situation out-of-control. 

Given the scenario, do we continue to make more intense and unforgivable mistakes? Spread hatred and go for the destruction of the next weaker section in the food chain? This time the attack will not be just on the heavily injured nature, but the common man. The fight is among those in power vs. those who lack power today. If a certain section within our country or society is forcefully restricted from living a normal life for an unknown period of time - who do you support? Does denial of basic rights to your own people bring you happiness? Will you enjoy it if you are restricted from your basic rights too? Are you safe or just next in line?

History has always taught us that hatred brings war and war brings destruction. Do we not care for education or our future generations? Should we teach them survival through destruction or a healthy holistic living? What are we really handing over to them - a devastated planet with an even crumbled humanity?

During these hard times, where we face the most unprecedented problems we have to work on unprecedented solutions. And gaining control and exercising power on the weak doesn't seem like  a solution. Building walls do not help in a world of nuclear technology or digitalization. A work-from-home skilled human or just a robot can very easily ‘steal’ a job in your physical location. Nature will not forget the crimes made against it, nor will the people. When the west is still struggling to live together -  could India, a land of diversity, be the next global leader to educate the divided world on how to live together? We have lived for decades with our diversities in peace. Yes we fought, but we learned and valued peace, acceptance and harmony. We have people from all walks of life being represented in sports as well as our beloved entertainment industry. Given the hard work gone through decades, shall we wash it away by emulating the west or grab the opportunity and pave a new way for the world. Can we make the planet a better place today than it was yesterday? Because finally, mi casa es su casa.

[ty-talks-comics]

Best of DC: Week of March 4th, 2020

Best of this Week: Strange Adventures #1 - Tom King, Mitch Gerads, Evan "Doc" Shaner and Clayton Cowles

This is the Tom King I love.

The first book I read by Tom King was the awesome Grayson (2014) series post Forever Evil (2013) after Dick Grayson was “killed” by the Crime Syndicate. That book had a levity and coolness that no other book was really exhibiting at the time and King was kinda on my radar. Soon after, I’d heard that he was writing a solo Vision book and I was skeptical, but after a few issues I was sold and absorbed everything Tom King had written up to that point.

From Sheriff of Babylon to Mister Miracle, I was fully on board up until Batman got long in the tooth and Heroes in Crisis became a disaster. I have slung my fair share of mud, but Strange Adventures is an awesome return to form that blends the two amazing styles of Evan Shaner and King’s longtime collaborator Mitch Gerads. This book forms a tale of heroism and then overshadows it with horrific implications.

Adam Strange has always had something of a STRANGE presence within the DC Universe, mostly having stories in anthology books like Mystery in Space, miniseries or being part of various teams, he’s never quite been consistent. Adam Strange is a product of the sci-fi boom of the 50s and 60s, an archaeologist from the planet Earth whisked off to protect the spaceways and his beloved second home of Rann with his lover, Alanna. He’s always been kinda silly.

Tom King takes this silliness and turns Adam’s story on its head as we open to Strange doing a book signing of his memoir, Strange Adventures. At some point, he seems to have sold the story of whatever he did during some terrible war on Rann (that will definitely be expanded on later) and his name is on the lips of every American citizen, talk show host and politician as he and Alanna bask in their newfound fame.

In just the first few pages, Gerads and Shaner illustrate what kind of contrast we’ll be seeing throughout this series. During Gerads’ scenes, Adam is doing normal things, signing books, accepting awards, doing press and lying in bed (in more ways than one). King scripts the dialogue as being pretty casual in these scenes, the way that people talk when they’re alone or have a spotlight shone on them. Colors are striking, but the scenes aren’t dynamic, more somber with specific focuses.

Shaner, on the other hand, get’s splash pages of Adam flying through the skies and facing down hordes of his enemies with heroic poses, laser gun fire and explosions. It looks like a high action, pulp comic or Saturday morning cartoon and the dialogue is comparably cheesy. These scenes are meant to paint Strange as the persevering hero as he has to face down insurmountable odds and get by by the skin of his teeth and his very handsome smile. Almost immediately, there’s a pit made in the stomach because it’s almost too unbelievable.

The closest real life comparison I’m willing to draw, before the next few issues come out, would have to be that of “American Sniper” Chris Kyle. A few years after leaving the Navy, Chris Kyle published the book which detailed his time during the Iraq War and a lot of the media painted him as a hero for his actions. The book sold gangbusters. He went on to the big talk shows, did the magazine interviews, he even got a great movie made by Clint Eastwood and Bradley Cooper, but it didn’t come without controversy.

Tom King seems to be channeling a little bit of that for Adam Strange and it works to great effect as in one scene, a pair of talk show hosts laud Strange as a hero before their interview. Gerads gives the scene a television like static as if we’re looking at it all like the rest of America. In the background we can get excited too as Adam emerges from the crowd with his jetpack and makes a grand entrance.

However, not everything is smiles and praising as, after a fan carrying volumes of Sheriff of Babylon and Mister Miracle thanks Adam for his service, we see a panel of Adam taking off his boots in the foreground while the focus is on a bloody picture frame in the background. The picture depicts Adam, Alanna and their daughter Aleena, who is conspicuously absent from the present day scenes. The blood on the picture speaks volumes more than could be said in these initial pages.

After another man screams at Strange, calling his depiction of events a lie, the pit in the stomach grows deeper as the first seeds of doubt are sown. Things are made even worse as we get a scene soon after with Shaner’s stellar art. The earlier scene made use of Cowles perfect letters with “BOOOOOOMs” and “PEW PEWs” to sell the sci-fi aspect of it and takes it to a higher level with even better balloons that placed comical emphasis on the more outworldly elements of Strange’s origins like Zeta Beam and Protector of Rann.

This comical heroism is emphasized as Adam screams about protecting his family while firing lasers at a mech created by Rann’s enemy, the Pykkts. Shaner draws Adam as being miniscule by comparison, but also nimble enough to dodge it’s blasts and taking it down with a few shots from his laser pistol. As he raises his hand in victory, one can’t help but wonder...was the event true? 

The same can be said when Shaner draws Adam zipping past a giant lizard creature, flossing his teeth as he goes in and out of his mouth like a real action hero. Adam Strange has always been capable, but this has an air of embellishment to it. Things get even worse for Adam as the man who screamed at him is found dead with what appears to be an exploded head due to laser gun fire. It’s an absolutely horrific scene that only Gerads could pull off.

We get a number of awesome pages of both Adam and Alanna doing damage control. The symbolism of Adam’s jetpack being a focus with a reflection of both Alanna and the picture is powerful as the implication seems to be that whatever happened to Aleena was somehow his fault, but Alanna still carries the scars of Rann, but doesn’t blame him. During a press conference, we see Alanna crying before wiping away her tears as Adam denies killing the man.

Where King scripted and overused the nine panel grid in Heroes in Crisis, he has Gerads use the format twice with powerful effect.

Something about Strange’s denial of war crimes on Rann feels off, much like how people called Chris Kyle a war criminal during the movie’s release, we get that same feeling here. There are almost always horrors in war and Strange has to have left out some of the worst details of things he’s done or seen, especially since this is a Tom King story and he doesn’t shy away from the morbid. 

As the pressure intensifies, Strange turns to Batman, the World’s Greatest Detective, as someone who can help clear his name. Adam is convinced that he didn’t commit the crime, nor anything else that he’s being accused of, but Batman refuses to accept the case. Batman cites their longtime friendship as a reason that he wouldn’t be able to stay impartial and that makes a lot of sense. You never want to show favoritism, especially when there’s a chance your buddy could be a murderer.

The book ends with another nine panel grid showing Adam flipping the bloody picture down, almost as if to avoid looking at his shame and guilt while he meets that man who’ll take his case. There will certainly be some “Fair Play” in his future.

This first issue of Strange Adventures was absolutely phenomenal. I think King does well with characters and stories like this. He did it with Mister Miracle and he did it with Kite Man in the pages of Batman. Adam Strange has always been that character who showed up in the background or the odd Hawkman story to show just how large the Universe was, but I’m glad he’s being given a focus like this. 

Of course, with Tom King, there’s always a worry that as the issues go on, things will start to go off the tracks, but I have hope. Even the worst issues of Mister Miracle or Omega Men were fantastic reads.

Evan Shaner and Mitch Gerads absolutely smashed it with their art. I love the idea of having two contrasting visions of one's life with one bright and wondrous and the other real and dark. Separately, these two are phenomenal, together they are AMAZING. I would look forward to every issue of this series for their art alone, and with King’s scripts, this is just perfect.

This one gets a high recommend from me!

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