#the way their faces represent mischief but in two different ways

[cleabellanov]

"But Lokius isn't even canon! Stop making everything gay!"

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The Loki series isn't just about romantic relationships and shouldn't be seen as so. However, there is a lot of subtext. Maybe this ship is not canon, but it was intended to be seen as so by the fans.

If Lokius isn't canon, then why were the last two shots of the series showing Mobius and Loki?

If Lokius isn't canon, why would there be so much touching and scenes so physically close to one another? (believe me I know they're friends. that just offers a solid base for something more)

If Lokius isn't canon, why is there an OFFICIAL track named like that?

Why is said track played or incorporated in different scenes of the series? like

-the first McDonalds meeting with Sylvie,

-the back-in-time conversation with Kang

- the ASCENSION to the throne?

Why is the Sylvie and Loki kiss never mentioned, by the producers, in the series per se, or even in the season 1 recap?

Why is Mobius the only one looking at Loki when he leaves down to the temporal loom?

And the other way around, why did Loki only make eye contact with Mobius in that scene?

Why is Mobius the only one to notice there is something wrong when Loki is still trying to fix the Loom?

Why did Mobius/Don on the original timeline, mention he's single, trust a complete stranger, invite him for a drink, AND offer to sell him a quite personal jet-ski?

Why did Loki, the LITERAL GOD OF MISCHIEF stutter and fix his hair and coat for no one else but Mobius (who by the way is just a jetski salesman on that timeline)?

Why is the timeslipping Loki had to go through directed to Mobius twice, him being the the only one he doesn't need a TemPad to "recruit"?

Why would Loki bring up Thor and Jane if it wasn't to mirror him and Mobius? (because, as he already was talking to Sylvie, he certainly wasn't implying it's about her. They were arguing, AND Mobius was implied in the conversation. Loki defended him in front of Sylvie, in case you forgot.)

Why would Mobius's voice be the one to echo back to Loki on his throne? let time pass time pass time pass

Why the RAINBOW?

WHY DID LOKI LOOK AT MOBIUS RIGHT BEFORE THE FAMOUS LINE "IT'S ABOUT WHO"? (important mention: Sylvie was behind him when he said that. why didn't he just turn around when saying it? nope, they know what they're doing)

Why is the shot cut to Mobi after Loki's "it was more about what I wanted" line?

Why the shot where 7 characters could've been showed (Mobius, Loki, Sylvie, B-15, Casey, O.B., Victor Timely) there are only 2: Mobius and Loki?

Why is Mobius the only one to tell Loki he can be someone good, and the first one Loki actually believes despite his tendency to do the other way around in the past?

Why does Mobius finally find insight, and reinvent his whole life at the TVA because Loki helped him do so? (they're not even the first Loki variant he faced, but something clicked this time)

Why does the bloody sleeve, representing Loki being hurt by Sylvie just because he "wore his heart on his sleeve" disappear on episode 2? (because he finally understands who he needs to be next to)

Why did Mobius risk his life on the first episode?

Why did Loki go to past Mobius for the final advice, not to the present one, not to Sylvie?

Why did Loki ultimately sacrifice his life for the ones he loves?

And why is Mobius left alone, with the door locked, after Loki leaves in the Loom's radiation?

Why would there be so much endearing looks, and smiles at each other, if not for a conscious acting choice?

Why why why why why if it isn't canon?

Nothing is for nothing. Especially in television, where everything counts from the light to the angles and the way the lines are spoken.

We don't need to see two characters kiss to know they are made for one another. In fact, I think implied canon is so much better for now, because it leaves free interpretation for the fans, and nothing to strike on for the haters.

Of course, that doesn't change the fact that the ending is still tragic, although it holds its sweet from bittersweet. But remember: there aren't tragedies without love.

[pixelmensupremacy]

Ello! Was wondering if you could make a fic of the three RK boys! Connor, Sixty and Nines fighting over the readers attention while the reader just enjoys whatever is happening. Also the reader acts oblivious on purpose to mess with them. You could add abit more to it!

A/N: I am so incredibly sorry I took that long. I didn't feel like writing and this is absolutely the best I could do.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Not proofread, GN!reader, idiots in love

It was selfish, but the immense amounts of attention they received brought to them a satisfactory warming feeling that stroked their ego to an amount they couldn’t get enough of.

Having the three most advanced androids in the world practically wrapped around their finger was very flattering itself, although it didn’t help they were equally gorgeous. Despite being almost identical to one another, (Y/N) was attracted to each of them in a different way. Connor’s soft-spoken nature and warm exterior had their heart melting, Nines’ cool façade and icy gaze sent chills down their spine, and Sixty’s fiery personality and mischief, hidden behind his eyes, had them on the edge. Overall, even if they wanted to, they couldn’t bring themselves to choose who they wanted most and quite frankly they have been avoiding making such a decision for as long as they could.

The competition for their attention had become a part of their everyday life. From competing who will get (Y/N)’s morning coffee to who spends most time with them; they were used to it so much so they found it a tad bit annoying. Nevertheless their heart melted at the boys’ attempts to draw them in- the boys’ charm was one of (Y/N)’s only weaknesses.

Taking a sip of the steaming coffee, (Y/N) wasn’t surprised to see the two RK800 models entering the break room just a few minutes after they did.

“Good morning, Detective. I’ve done your reports and organized your desk, so you wouldn’t be occupied with excessive tasks.” Connor explained matter-of-factly, meanwhile, Sixty rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, Connor, but you really didn’t have to.” (Y/N) gave him a guilty, yet appreciative smile.

“I sincerely hope my predecessor doesn’t cause you any discomfort, since he’s clearly inexperienced in the field courtship.” A proud smirk emerged on Sixty’s face meanwhile, Connor fell silent; his eyes widened and his cheeks were dusted with faint traces of blue blush.

“Hello, Detective.” Nines entered the room only eyeing his predecessors before continuing with what was the ultimate reason for him to be there. “I received a new assignment from Fowler himself. A robbery has been reported 15 minutes ago, and we are assigned to investigate the case.”

“Duty calls.” (Y/N) sighed, leaving their coffee behind with a look of disappointment.

Arriving at the crime scene, (Y/N) cautiously approached the lonely building the suspect had been seen entering.

“Detective, let me enter first. The perimeter is at high risk of collapsing, plus the suspect is affirmed to be armed. There’s 78% your life will be extremely endangered if you enter.” Nines spoke in an analytical manner that was in total contrast to the dim flash of worry, well hidden behind his piercing icy irises- yet (Y/N) couldn’t care less.

“Then I’ll take my chances.” They gave him a daring smile before entering the building. Inside the lonely grey walls were covered in abstract street art, each piece representing a different world, the floor was littered with traces of the aftermath of one hopeless and miserable life; plastic wraps and glass cracked under the impact of Nines’ swift steps.

A sudden crashing sound alerted the two detectives. With their guns pointed in the direction the sound came from, they carefully approached a suspicious-looking room. Nines took the lead, gently pushing (Y/N) aside as he busted the door open, almost completely demolishing it in the process. Inside, they was no one in sight.

“Just our luck-“ From behind a strong force caused them to lose balance. Clashing on the ground, (Y/N) was facing the suspect. Kicking him in his groin, they were able to break free and disarm the man, leaving him defenseless underneath him.

Stunned by the suddenness of the events that took place right before his eyes, Nines stood silently, his LED dancing in multiple colors as his CPU still tried to process what he just witnessed- he had never seen (Y/N) in such light.

“Earth to Nines.” (Y/N) raised their voice, successfully anchoring his attention. “Maybe help me a bit, would you?”

Back at the DPD, (Y/N) and the RK boys stood in the observation room, occasionally glancing at the criminal from the comfort of the one-way mirror.

“I’m heading in to question the suspect.” Nines announced but was stopped in his tracks by (Y/N)’s voice.

“Hands off he’s mine.” They winked at the RK900, causing his LED to flicker in yellow.

“That’s what I like about them.” Sixty spoke up only to receive glares from both Nines and Connor.

Sitting opposite the suspect, (Y/N) introduced themselves though the man remained silent. He fidgeted with his fingers, his leg was bouncing, things they didn’t fail to notice. “What makes a handsome man like yourself steal?” (Y/N) raised their brow at the man in a teasing manner, in an attempt to ease the man into a more relaxed state- it appeared to be working.

“You wouldn’t believe what a man is capable of doing when it comes to their partner.” The guy let out a tired sigh, almost causing (Y/N) to feel sympathy for the guy though they knew better.

“Didn’t know girls were still into bad boys.” His lips curled into a wicked grin.

Behind the mirror, the three boys observed closely. Connor caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his fingers fidgeted with his coin- he wasn’t a fan of how the interrogation was going, yet Sixty’s and Nines’ displeasure was more apparent. Sixty’s jaw was clenched, the muscles connecting his defined cheekbones to his sharp jawline flexed under the impact of his anger-fueled reaction meanwhile, Nines’ fingers were tightly squeezed into a knuckle-whitening fist. Luckily for the three of them, after what seemed like hours, the interrogation was over.

Outside the interrogation room, (Y/N) was met with the ocean of emotions that were the boys’ gazes that pierced right through them.

“I am so ready for the lunch break.” A self-satisfied smile curled the corners of their lips, but there was no response. An awkward silence fell upon the four of them. A playful spark flashed in the (E/C) of their eyes.

“Are you three jealous?” The androids simultaneously froze in place, and errors clogged their CPUs. (Y/N) couldn’t help, but giggle. They absolutely loved how much of an effect they had on the boys.

[moonlight-tmd]

Some all spark shenanigans happens and Blitzwing gets split into 3 mechs, a monoformer (Random), a seeker (icy) and a grounder (hothead). They all still the same with all the same memories, however now they lost their triple changer ability as well as the emotions that each persona represents. Like Icy can’t get angry, Random can’t feel fear, and Hothead can’t be calm.

Bee of course helps him through it and they try to find a way to put all of his pieces back together. Tho I imagine that their relationship would get confusing since now only one feels love for Bee while the others just remember what that felt like.

I had an idea about this once that i never shared; it's pretty similar to this:

So- Blitzwing joins the Autobots, Megs is captured n all. One day they have a mission involving Blackarachnia and they get stuck in her labirynth-like cave system hideout, they're surrounded by those weird insecticon clones and something happens to the machine(with the Allspark Shard in it) they were coming from and it explodes and the team ges flung into different parts of the cave.

So Bee and Optimus stumble into Blitzwing- He is a full Seeker with purple and black coloration with Icy fronting. It's weird but they press on- only to find Bulkhead and... Blitzwing again? That Blitzwing is beige and black Grounder with his Hothead face, raging at the remaining clones.

Once they calm down and the two Blitzwings notice each other- oh boy...

Icy goes full panic, he already felt very weird and now this- oh no it's even worse than a split personality! The other are uneffectively trying to calm him down until Hothead comes over, slaps Icy in the helm and shakes him while yelling that panic won't help. It's a bad coping mechanism but it works, Hothead pulls Icy and goes to search for the 3rd part of him.

They bump into Prowl and Ratchet and everyone's weirded out what has happened. They come to the big dark cavern that's maybe used as a storage, lots of scrap and crates laying around...

Something is in the dark, before Prowl can warn Bee, the thing pounces at him-

Well, they just found Random: this one doesn't look anything like the others, they're not sure if he looks anything like a transformer. He is all black with red biolights and purple glint, he has claws, horns and weird quill things and- is that a tail? He looks more like a metallic cryptid creature that a cybertronian.

So Random is there squeezing Bee in a hug and twirling around all lovestruck. Then he notices the other pieces of him and unintentionally drops Bee and goes to them. The puzzle is (almost) complete!

They all have no idea what happened, so they find the remnants of that machine and take it with them in hopes Ratchet can fix it somehow and return to base.

Now i imagine each personality had few corresponding emotions attached to them in the first place, I'm not gonna name all of them but you can guess the range and mixes from the ones i do:

Icy: Fear, Sadness, Calm, Worry, Panic, Surprise, Disappointment, Thankfulness(he's the one that will have a full blown breakdown if he's overwhelmed or scared).

Hothead: Anger, Annoyance, Pride, Hate, Passion, Distress(as in when he's so worried or scared he'll turn agressive and/or defensive).

Random: Joy, Mischief, Playfulness, Dramatic(this guys will exaggerate everything), Affection, also Fear(ex; joking in the face of death full knowing he's screwed) and Rage(he goes total feral, screeches n all)

They either don't feel certain emotions or they're very weak compared to the other personalities. But they all feel love for Bee- it might be from different perspectives but it's still love.

It's certainly very weird, one Blitzwing was more than they could handle, but 3? Good thing Bee knows his Sparkmate- err, Sparkmates very well and knows just what to do to get them all calmed down.

But then the other issue comes; sharing a berth. Blitzwing was already big, even for the enlarged berth they put in their room after Blitz moved in with Bee. No one wants to be away from the others so they end up in a big cuddle pile: Hothead at the bottom, Icy snuggled up from the side and Random acts as a blanket on top. And Bee is trapped in the middle, pressed against Hothead's chassis. It's rather comfy...

Bad side? All the sounds of their inner machinery combined is so loud, even when recharging. Bee is forced to get earmuffs to fall into recharge after the first night. Also he can't get out of bed in the morning, he has to wait for all his boyfriends to wake up somewhere around 11am to get out and feed himself and them.

Ratchet is more than annoyed that their oil supply is drained so rapidly. They need to have multiple deliveries in a single week.

While Icy and Hothead are somewhat controllable, Random is, well, random. Bee was already tied to the base because of the whole thing- whenever the team leaves to deal with trouble, Bee is the one to always stay behind with the Blitzwings. The only ones that are allowed to go and assist when needed are Icy and Hothead, Random has a strict ban from going outside without someone(Bee) to watch over him. He doesn't mind that tho, he loves spending time with his hummel.

But that also means poor Bee is sentenced to deal with Random's pranks and antics.

One time he hid and Bee, Prowl and Sari were trying to find him. He jumped and grabbed Bee from behind the couch and Bee squeaked- Literally, Like a dog toy- before he ran off cackling and hid again.

Later when the other Blitzwings and the team came back they were met with Random screaming about domestic abuse and furious Bee chasing him with a foam baseball bat. (it didn't hurt at all, but Bee couldn't leave that afthole without consequences)

So, after a whole bunch of shenanigans there's a break-in at their base- few survivor insectricon-clones found a way to that machine that split Blitz in the first place and stole it. So there's a chase, obviously all the Blitzwings are the closest cuz this is very important to them.

And just like in the beginning- the thing explodes and Blitzwing is back together again. His system has troubles functioning at first cuz he was literally in 3 places at once and all the data colliding with each other is overwhelming but he gets better the next day. He's very happy to be back in one piece. And so it Bee- as amusing and wholesome it was with 3 Blitzwings, he much prefers to have just one Sparkmate.

The others are also relieved that this whole situation is over... not to mention the weird harem that has arose when there were 3 Blitzwings.

[aeg1ss]

Ways to say "I love you"

A short, amateur Lokius fanfic - all characters belong to Marvel.

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Love. Love, love, love. What's it good for? How to prove it? By sacrificing oneself for the other? Or by sacrificing the world for them?

    Something Loki could never quite place his finger on was a way to show love. The God of Mischief let out a quiet groan, a botanic book with the flowers' meanings in front of him as he tried to find the best kind to surprise his boyfriend. It had only been a day since he figured out a way to leave Yggradsil, and he had yet to meet with Mobius - or as he called himself now, Don.

    Eyes scanning the pages, his black hair a mess, his black suit as fitting as ever, an annoyed expression on his face. Why did so many flowers mean love? Just how many were there? Roses, Forget-Me-Nots, Peonies, Orchids... How was he supposed to choose?

"I give up." The God sighed, snapping his fingers and transforming the book into a bouquet of... well, every flower he could think of. From Roses all the way to Edelweiss, passing by Daisies and Delphiniums. He stared at the bouquet for a moment and added a pink ribbon. Pink represents love on midgard after all, right? He took a deep breath and opened himself a portal near Mobius' house.

    Another deep breath. It's going to be okay. He fixed his tie, suit and hair and approached the front yard, getting knocked off his feet and landing on the ground with flowers all over the place, a puppy husky standing on his chest, wagging its tail happily and licking his face, letting out occasional barks. He gasped, trying to push the dog off himself, but being unable to. Did a puppy just defeat the God of Stories?

"Ivy! Ivy, get off him." Loki heard a familiar voice. His face turned dark red within a moment. How embarrassing was that? The pup whined, ears and tail down as it eventually got off him. Mobius approached him and smiled with slight amusement, a hint of adoration in his eyes as he held out his hand to help him get up. "I recall you throwing off Tony Stark off a tower, but you're unable to fight off a two month old dog?" The man teased him, making Loki roll his eyes. He got up and wiped his face, looking at the flowers with a sad expression.

"I'm truly sorry, Mobius. I was trying to surprise you with flowers and I wasn't sure which ones symbolize what and I knew midgardians care for that for some reason and it turned out that so many of them represent love and I just gave up and got each flower that symbolizes love and-" The God took a deep breath in to calm himself down after his fast and incoherent answer. He smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I wanted this to go differently. I didn't know that you own one of those midgardian monsters now."

"Monsters?" Mobius' eyebrow went up, his amusement growing even more. "Sean and Kevin would hate you if they heard that!" He let out a lighthearted chuckle and looked at the flowers. "It's still really sweet you went through all this trouble for me. Thank you, Loki." His amusement died down and he was left with a loving look on his face, eyes focused on the taller man. "But... There are more ways to say 'I love you'."

"Such as?" The Asgardian looked a little taken aback by Mobius' statement, his eyes narrowed a little. The older man pulled him in, one hand wrapped at the back of his neck and the other resting on his cheek as he pecked his lips. Loki looked away slightly embarrassed by the sudden show of affection. "Oh. Right." He chuckled awkwardly, a hint of fondness in his eyes.

    The visit certainly will be an unforgettable one.

    What a shame he has to go back within a week...

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Frankly, I don't know what this is, I was just extremely bored in biology and didn't want to calculate the density of granite hence... Whatever this is.

[where-theres-smoak-2]

https://www.tumblr.com/darklinaforever/737358997307506688/i-already-did-an-entire-post-about-this-but-sylki

I mean, yes, the comparison of Sylki to Miles and Gwen totally makes sense to me.

People simply refuse to see that no Sylvie is not a simple female version of Loki.

She doesn't have the same DNA or the same personality. It's bullshit. And even if as I say they share the same identity, it is mainly from a divine point of view. The same role in the universe.

Because the simple case of being born Loki is completely called into question from the episode where Sylvie is introduced, simply because she did not keep Loki's identity. It's not for nothing that it has its own name. This is precisely to make the viewer understand that no, she is not a female version of Loki and is not supposed to be !

The purpose of a character meeting other versions of themselves always generally serves the same purpose of discovery or understanding about themselves. From a symbolic point of view, it's almost the same thing.

Anyway, I'm not going to repeat myself any further since I already say all these things in the link above.

This is all just my opinion. I would find it interesting to hear yours on the subject ?

Sylvie and Loki are not the same person, they play the same role in their own universes and its as simple as that. They don't share genetics or the same DNA in any way, shape or form, we don't even know if they've got the same parents for sure. The only connection between the two is that role they play as god/goddess of mischief. As you said the fact that she was given the name Sylvie was to help the viewers see her as her own character, to recognise that she is not the same person as Loki and she has her own individuality.

I honestly don't know why people are still arguing about this because Kate Herron, someone with creative control over the show has made it clear that they aren't the same person:

Call me old fashioned but personally if someone with creative control makes a statement like this, I take it as the truth. You can voice how much you don't like it or that you saw it a different way, but this statement is still the truth, Sylvie and Loki were not written as being the same person. The truth is some people are so insecure in their ship that they have to cling to this incorrect view that Sylki is wrong because 'they're the same person', in order to make themselves feel better. They'll do anything they can, say anything they can to invalidate Sylki. Which is fine until they start jumping on sylkis posts telling them they're wrong when they very clearly aren't as the creators themselves share the same opinion.

I often see the argument that Sylvie and Loki must be the same person and their relationship must be wrong because characters in the show have said so. But lets look at these moments. The first is in 1x4 when Mobius is interrogating Loki and realises Loki has developed romantic feelings for Sylvie. If we look at Mobius' role in this moment he is the TVA agent who is still under the brainwashing of the 'timekeepers' aka HWR and is not someone we are supposed to be rooting for in this moment. In some ways he's playing the antagonist to Loki in this moment in the sense that he represents the TVA who are the bad guys. We are supposed to see that Mobius is the one in the dark here and that his current points of view are not the correct ones. You could say there is a pre truth Mobius and a post truth Mobius. Pre truth Mobius was the one who told Loki that he is responsible for his mother's death, who said he was born to bring pain and suffering so that others could become the best versions of themselves and who said his romance with Sylvie was sick, twisted and demented. We as the audience are supposed to accept these statements as being wrong, as being a result of Mobius being brainwashed by this organisation. I mean who out here is taking the words of an indoctrinated agent of a fascist organisation at face value? Like come on.

But then we get post truth Mobius, he learns the truth about being a variant and the TVA, he sees the light so to speak. The biggest clue that you are supposed to understand that his previous comments about Loki and Sylki are wrong is that he takes them all back after he learns the truth. His view that Loki was only meant to bring suffering changes and he tells Loki he can be whoever he wants to be. His view on Sylki changes too and instead of seeing them as sick and twisted he recognises their connection as something positive, something that could be the solution and that could 'bring this whole place down.'

The second instance is when X-5 calls Sylki weird in 2x2 in the McDonalds scene and again this statement is coming from a bad guy. Like x-5/ brad is a villain in the show, who is self serving and doesn't care about anybody else, of course you aren't suppose to agree with what he says. Another important facet of both these scenes though is that they are supposed to be comedic scenes. You are quite literally not supposed to take them seriously, its just a joke, because yeah sylki are weird, we've all had a good laugh about it, but them being weird doesn't make them wrong.

Anyway pretty sure I've gone off on a tangent there, so bringing it back. No Sylvie and Loki are not the same person. No they don't share DNA or any genetics, obviously. Yes the Miles/Gwen comparison is valid in that they both play the same roles within their universe, Miles/Gwen are both spiderman/woman, Sylvie/Loki are both the god/goddess of mischief.

Not to sound harsh, but you can shout and scream about how Sylki are the same person all you like, I don't care I'm going with Herron's statement seeing as she helped create the actual show. So as far as I'm concerned this is no longer an argument or up for debate, the answer has already been given, they aren't the same person.

[destinygoldenstar]

I Drew My Not So Berry Mint Heir

I love her design to bits. And yes I’ll be doing more drawings of some of my favorite stuff with her gen.

In case you’re wondering of why I named and designed her the way I did:

Pepper Nosobirrie. Pepper as in peppermint, which, well, mint gen. And Nosobirrie is pronounced ‘No-saw-burr-ee’, but it’s a play on the challenge name ‘Not So Berry’. It’s just lettered differently so it sounds like a legitimate last name someone could have.

Yeah, I mostly tried to NOT copy other people. So instead I played more into the mischief aspect of the personality rather than the logic. And she ended up becoming a bad girl. Which, well, unique approach.

As of the time I’d this post, she got two additional traits along with the required ones: Neat, and Evil. So yeah, bad girl scientist. This character is pure chaos.

I KNOW the pink fringe is not mint. I know there’s hairstyles that don’t have the pink fringe. But I love it on her and adds some dynamic look to her. While she’s still obviously representing her gen color: Mint.

My backstory for her is that she was an aspiring scientist ever since she was a kid, dreaming about making inventions and getting aliens attention. But her inventions never worked properly, because she was a naturally chaotic person, and they would always blow up in her face and lead to disaster. One invention failure even got her sent to PRISON. At 18. (I headcanon shes 21 at the time the game starts)

From there, her parents were quick to disown her. Which is why they aren’t in her family tree. (I wanted to make an in story reason for it besides ‘the game is like that cause she’s a CAS made character’) So Pepper got to reinvent herself in prison, make some friends who are like her and like her chaotic side (I also designed some of them as characters), and decided to fully embrace herself as ‘the bad girl scientist’, with mint as a staple to make herself known.

She also has a cat (that I made in CAS with her). A mint cat named Bubbles. She’s a rehabilitation cat that was in prison with her, and was assigned to her for therapy. They let her keep Bubbles cause she was so good with her. Bubbles is a cat that loves to think she’s tough and feared, but humans just find her cute and cuddly and don’t believe the tough act at all. Bubbles is Pepper’s partner in crime and her best friend.

So now, (when the game starts), Pepper and Bubbles are let out of prison and on their own. She moves to the city and gets an apartment in the Spice Market, ready to make her new life and pursue her new identity.

I also headcanon, due to the required traits:

Vegetarian: She has food allergies. She hates eating unless she has to. (Legit, at the time of this post, she’s a week till age up to adult, and is still as scrawny as when I made her. And she only worked out twice so far.)

Jealous: She’s demi-romantic. She’s allosexual, definitely, don’t question that, but while she is many chaotic things with her bad girl image, a player is NOT one of them. She needs to find the right person, the perfect person in her mind, for her to get that crush. When she does, she pines for that HARD. You may even find her heart or gold, cause she’s so bad at having the rizz to communicate.

Materialistic: She LOVES her crystals. She has a massive crystal collection in her inventory all the time and decorates her house with crystals all the time. Shiny rock? She loves it. She doesn’t part with it at all. She can tell you all about gemstones like a little geek.

She’s also actually pretty weak. Despite being in prison, she doesn’t have a lot of muscle. (She’s enemies with her apartment neighbor ; lost all the fights) She more so wins her fights with her brains. She’s more brain than brawn. Being a scientist, she’s intelligent like that.

I’ll draw more, as well as Bubbles, and some of the other outfits I made her, and some of my favorite moments in her gen of the challenge.

[vixxiu]

March 1815

What a delightful night!

It was an honor being invited to one of the famous Jane Austen balls, and Aziraphale wanted to take advantage of every minute he could spend in the presence of the great writer and her friends. He was in such a good mood, he was ready to perform some miracles if he got the chance to catch some humans pining for each other. He could feel love in the air.

Everyone was wearing their best attire and the whole mansion was decorated in the most exquisitely, and don’t even make Aziraphale start about the buffet! The canapés had been provided by a very talented chef that sometimes cooked even for the Queen of England herself.

Jane was an awesome host and Aziraphale was glad they managed to become good friends, as she walked with him in the big ballroom, whispering rumors in his ear about people Aziraphale never heard about before.

Everything was perfect and no one thing was weird or out of place.

At least until he noticed that his friend got distracted by someone on the other side of the room. He followed her gaze as Jane and a man exchanged a brief nod. One second later, the man had already disappeared, but not fast enough for Aziraphale to miss his yellow eyes.

The angel excused himself and moved quickly, walking in the direction where the man disappeared. Of course, there was no trace of the other, at least until he reached the door that led to the garden.

“Angel…”

Crowley was leaning against the wall. He was wearing a black elegant dress that complimented his slim figure, his eyes were twinkling with mischief and his lips were stretched in a smirk.

“You!” Aziraphale commented, while lightly punching the demon on his shoulder “What the hell are you doing here? I forbid you to tempt my friend Jane in any way”

Crowley laughed “Angel, dear, she needs no tempting…”

It was already weird that Jane and Crowley knew each other, but this reply was even stranger.

Aziraphale was so lost in his thoughts, wondering why two beings that seemed so different from each other could be close (seriously a demon and a writer who was considered the queen of romance and parties) that he didn’t realize Crowley had moved.

The demon was bowing with one of his arms extended, as if he was asking Aziraphale to hold his hands.

“I know you love silly dances, so would you like to give me a dance?”

Aziraphale felt his cheeks getting warmer and redder, and he couldn’t understand if it was for embarrassment or delight. He turned his head around, and only when he was sure all the guests were inside, he took Crowley’s hand and moved closer.

The music could be clearly heard from the inside and soon the angel started performing the right moves without missing a bit, while Crowley, well… Aziraphale didn’t know why he asked him to dance when it was so obvious, he had no idea what he was doing and probably it was the first time attempting at cotillon dancing. At least they didn’t have to be too close and therefore no feet got hurt.

Still, the air of the beginning of spring was chilly and it would have been nice, standing close to someone else…

When the song ended, they were standing one in front of the other, their faces just a few centimeters apart.

Damn it, sure those yellow eyes were nice and expressive. They would have looked strange to every human, but after so many centuries, Aziraphale grow fond of them. They were so representative of Crowley.

Weirdly, when the demon took a step forward, Aziraphale didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. As their faces got even closer, the angel felt his breath stopping, anticipating something that he couldn’t even name.

Crowley moved even nearer, his face almost buried in the other’s neck.

Aziraphale closed his eyes, ready for some kind of contact; any kind of contact was going to be welcomed at that point. But nothing came.

“See you soon, angel” Crowley whispered in his ear, before retreating rapidly and crossing the garden with quick steps.

Aziraphale was left there alone, feeling incredibly silly as his heart beat way too fast for this encounter not to mean anything.  

He let his hand cover his throbbing chest, before letting his finger slide down his waistcoat.

Wait a minute, there was something inside of his pocket. He didn’t put anything there, he was sure.                                                                                                                                                           

He reached inside with curiosity.

A diamond. The biggest diamond he had ever seen.

Damn it, he didn’t want anything stolen!

He knew the other was aware of that. He had to meet Crowley as soon as possible to give it back.

He didn’t even pretend he wasn’t excited about their future encounter.

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Deity Drop 4: Chaldira

When you close your eyes and imagine a halfling deity, what comes to mind? Perhaps a down to earth agricultural deity? Some goddess of hearth and hospitality, perhaps? Or maybe you go with the stereotype that fantasy gaming gave them as soon as someone read enough of the Hobbit to know that Bilbo’s profession is “burglar”, imagining a halfling deity of stealth, thievery, and skullduggery.

Chaldira Zuraristan is none of those things. Well, alright, she does appreciate good-natured mischief, but also the value of community, but what she’s best known for is being an embodiment of halfling luck, and the confidence and fearlessness that comes with it.

Indeed, Chaldira and her followers think nothing of diving headfirst into danger with a bloody-knuckled fist, ready to punch a tyrant or villain in the face. This often gets her into trouble, but she is always confident in both her luck and the help of her friends to get her out of any jam. To her, the best case scenario is catching evil off-guard and winning the day, but even in the worst case, at least she would go out spitting in evil’s eye.

But again, she’s not about fighting all the time. Chaldira is also a community builder and a lightener of hearts, her faithful planning harmless pranks well in advance for both random occasions and major holidays alike.

Chaldira typically appears as a curly-haired and freckled member of the halfling ancestry, wearing a patchwork red and green coat held together primarily by countless buttons, though there is some variance based on different communities.

While not a true divine realm, Chaldira maintains two homes, one being the Hearth-Grown House in the Aktun district (Abadar’s divine realm) of the plane of Axis, a roving mass of restaurants, gambling halls, and shops as well as Chaldira’s personal domicile. This realm, while too lawful for her tastes normally, is a perfect place to keep an eye on her rival Thamyr Gixx, the other half of the halfling pantheon. Her other home is a guest house in Desna realm of Cynosure, where she often goes to visit with Desna, offering to go on adventures with her and cheer her up with the butterfly goddess is feeling down.

The faithful of The Calamitous Turn style themselves as merry role models within their community, taking part in good-natured pranks, while also being generous and kind to all within their lands. They try to make friends with everyone in a community that they are in, to the point of being seen as gossips by others. Still, there are fewer more inclined to help build community and fight for the people.

Chaldira is friend to all goodly divinities, especially Desna, though her focus on community also endears her to Erastil and Abadar, despite the way her free spirit throws chaos into the mix. She is a passionate enemy against all evil divinities, to the point that Desna has had to help her out of bad spots before, but that does not stop her from trying. Her worst foe is Thamyr Gixx, who represents the mischief and cleverness of halflings turned to wicked ends.

Despite being seen as a minor divinity, Chaldira has many allies she can count on. Her herald is a massive rag doll called the Button Man, who is well-known as a brawler against evil, but also a source of comfort to those in need. She also followed by a swashbuckling vulpinal agathion called Angravva, and a mighty celestial dragonfly called Frogslayer. Beyond those three, as a neutral good goddess, she has a following of Agathions, particularly vulpinals and other small variants.

Her domains are Good, Luck, Trickery, and War, with the Agathion, Fate, Friendship, and Tactics subdomains, reflecting her being a goddess that delights in being lucky and mischievous, leveraging both against evil as well.

In second edition, her domains are confidence, luck, trickery, and zeal, blending in flavors to better represent her daring and her uncompromising attitude.

Chaldira’s obedience reflects her love of luck, mischief, and charity. The faithful must steal a coin or button from someone who will not miss it, balance it on the edge of a weapon and flip it, calling it in midair. If called correctly, they must give it away as a gift, citing it’s luckiness. If incorrect, they must leave it somewhere where someone might find it and consider themselves lucky for finding it. Either way, the weapon type used to flip the coin becomes especially accurate and deadly in their hands, more so if they called right.

For evangelists, the blessings of obedience are a mix of luck and mischief. They gain spells for feeding themselves with enchanted berries, hiding as a bush, and speaking to plants. They also gain the ability to bend minor luck to their favor with gambling games like coin tosses or dice rolls. However, they must use this for the betterment of others, lest they lose their blessings and have to atone. Finally, they gain a blessing which allows them to redirect misses into accurate strikes, looking to observers as if they stumbled into a strike rather than are being guided by divine providence.

The exalted instead focus primarily on luck, gaining spells that bolster the luck and fortune of the recipient. Furthermore, their luck-based magic becomes even more potent and more likely to succeed. Finally, when doom seems at hand, they can call out Chaldira to protect them, becoming resistant to the incoming injury, seeming like the worst of the blast passed them by.

Sentinels tend to favor her more warlike aspects, leaping into battle without a thought to their safety. They are rewarded with spells that blur their appearance or even shift them between dimension to make them harder to strike. They also gain a similar luckiness that the exalted do, but only to luck magic they receive, rather than cast. Finally, while others may fear being struck down as they traverse the battlefield, the blessings of The Calamitous Turn ward them from such strikes as long as they are moving closer to a foe they aim to strike down.

Chaldira is one of the few  deities outside of the core group that has been mentioned in Starfinder, where she remains the patron of the halfling people, and retains her ideology of encouraging others to rise up and face wickedness head on rather than stand idly and let more wrongdoing occur. As such, she is often the patron of unions and exploited people whom tyrants and corporations seek to take advantage of.

 Well, that’s another week of deities down, and there are still many to go. That will do for now, though. Tune in next week for more archetypes and options!

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Behold, the primary religion of the United Islands! Lore under the cut!

Lore:

Behold, the great Ten Faced God! Or the Pantheon of Ten, if you subscribe to that belief.

Because, as is with history, the nature of the divine is a contentious subject in the United Islands. There are three main camps of thought:

The Ten Faced God asserts that there is one god, and that god changes forms throughout the year. They are one entity, although each form is not the same as each other. This is the newest interpretation, the currently dominant school of thought, and is practiced in most urban areas of the mainland and on the larger islands.

The Pantheon of Ten asserts that there are 10 different gods, with their own domains, who rise and fall in power throughout the year. They have relationships and a family tree (comment if you want to know more). This is the older of the two more common forms, and is practiced on the smaller islands to the south, and in some rural sections of the mainland.

The 10 Realms asserts that the gods are not entities at all, but a collection of spirits that serve under one of 10 divine domains people thing of as gods. This is the oldest form of the religion, only practiced anymore way out in the desert and in remote mountain villages, in small cults dedicated to specific spirits.

What all of these schools of thoughts agree on are the names and orders of the gods and their domains. In order there is:

The Shepherd: Also known as the Maiden, Queen, or Mother, the Shepherd is the goddess of fertility, animals, spring, and the soul. She is also known as the divine symbol of womanhood, motherhood, and children. She represents the love shared between a parent and child, and will strike down those who would bring harm to children. In the polytheistic model, she is the queen of the pantheon. Her divine symbol is the Shepherd's Crook.

The Dancer: Also known as the Paramour, Drunkard, or Trickster, the Dancer is the god of the arts, sex, emotion, games, and celebration. He is also the divine symbol of mischief, romance, creativity, and tricksters. He represents the fiery, passionate love in young relationships, and protects and tends to love wherever it may grow. His divine symbol is a basket of party favors, including wine, grapes, and fruit.

The Guardian: Also known as the Soldier, Sculpture, and Watchman, the Guardian is the goddess of war, the body, fire, and summer. She is also known as the divine symbol of strength, protection, and the land itself. She represents the love between a person and their country, and literally shaped the land to protect the people, according to mythology. Her divine symbol is her spear.

The Sailor: Also known as the Fisherman, Captain, or Storm, the Sailor is the god of the oceans, the weather, instincts, and fish. He is also known as the divine symbol of determination, the tides and currents, and the unpredictability of the world. He represents the love between a person and their craft, and will bless those in need of the drive to finish the job. His divine symbol is a compass.

The Merchant: Also known as the Gambler, Craftsman, or Surf (very controversial), the Merchant is the goddess of wealth, trade, luck, and commerce. She is also known as the divine symbol of fortune (both good and bad), workers, the artisans. She represents a love in the sense of aesthetic appreciation or infatuation and tends to follow flights of fancy whenever it strikes her. Her divine symbol is a coin purse.

The Farmer: Also known as the Father, King, or Reaper, the Farmer is the god of fertility, agriculture, work ethic, and autumn. He is also known as the divine symbol of manhood, fatherhood, and marriage. He represents the older, mature love between long time committed partners, and will strike down those who would threaten their own family, particularly their partner. In the polytheistic model, he is the king of the pantheon. His symbol is a pitchfork.

The Judge: Also known as the Debt Collector, Politician, or Balancer, the Judge is the goddess of justice, conscience, shelter, and leadership. She is the divine symbol of politicians, the courts, leaders, and even criminals. She represents the love between a person and society, and watches those who may abuse such society, both the criminals and ones who prosecute them. Her divine symbol is a balancing scale.

The Traveler: Also known as the Wanderer, Stranger, or Vagabond, the Traveler is the god of roads, the mind, winter, and knowledge. He is the divine symbol of curiosity, scholars, travelers, and storytellers. He represents the love between a person and the world around them, and is known to compel people to wander away from home. His divine symbol is his walking cane.

The Guide: Also known as the Weeper, Ferryman, or Mourner, the Guide is the god of time, rivers, the moons, and medicine. They are the divine symbol of the aging, frost, and endings. They represent the brotherhood love between two friends, ones who would die for each other. They are the divine protector of the sick, dying, and those who mourn for them. They are described as neither man nor woman, but something in-between. Their divine symbol is their lantern.

The Whisper: Also known as the Mist, Silent, or Shrouded, the Whisper is the god of death, sleep, and cycles. They are the divine symbol of mist, dreams, and the dead, as well as the end of the year. They represent the compassionate love one must have for themselves, and only is said to act upon the world during the last two days (or three if it's a leap year) of the year, collecting those who have died and take them back to the garden from which they were made. They are described as completely genderless. Their divine symbol is the death bouquet.

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Update continuation

April on Reiko's baby bother birthday.. they gifted everyone mini crystals.. radiant ones representing their each and every important place upon the family tree.. the grandparents believed in olden spirits and guardian that took us back thousand of years ago

Protecting the balance of each family in our small village and keeping us in check and harmony.

Reiko was turning thirteen a year after and so the events of another family reunion approaches.. but before that lets do a quick flashback to that fateful day where Reiko met a young.. shy low self-esteem boy who was cursed (ofc none knows that yet)

The caretaker and the grandparents wanted to hold a lil banquet gathering to see if the two destined lovers would click from the first try

Well... They didn't at first

Reiko was too hyped and carefree in a crazy enthusiastic way ... And was kinda mischief in a playful manner

That terrified the poor little boy and freaked him out he.. of course ran away to hide 😅

For her age Reiko was a late bloomer.. as shy as the boy seemed .. he wanted to be like her more, with time he tried to come out of his shell

A week after the banquet came Easter, a holiday that the whole village celebrated.. inviting the betrothed family over.. some uncalled for events happened like.. takashi accidentally puking from his allergy to anything smelly

And with that Ken and Reiko argue yet again on about who should spend more time with Takashi

Ken doesn't know what the shy boy sees in the older girl child... Roasting marshmallows eating BBQ.. family and close friends enjoying themselves

Weeks pass and Takashi and Reiko grew closer

The shy boy started communicating more with his soon to be family members but first they became friends for life.. and made unforgettable memories.

There were sad and depressing rainy days in mid April.. walking home from afternoon walks in the playground .. the more day went on the curse grew to consume his energy

One day the shy boy gifted Reiko with a locket necklace that had their names on it .. the shape of it was not like any Locket it was a heart and a key saying in way ''you hold the key to my heart forever and always ''

Keep in mind they were just kids.. they didn't know anything about love.. true there was a bond but infatuation and love had to start growing and make progress.

Comes the night of Nicolas's wedding to his soon to be wife~~~ at the ceremony Takashi meets a flower girl ... Who was the bride's niece her name was Eclair and she was exactly his age.. a brunette girl with hazel alluring eyes.. the boy was almost pouting in a disgusted way from the way she smiled at him sweetly.

It made Reiko observe from afar and make a barf face.

Comes the after party.. everyone together with their family on different tables of course.. takashi was too worn out to take action and dance.

Reiko as the older girl and mature at times .. offered him a dance that was not slow whatsoever 🤣 .. she went from rowdy and party crazy to clumsy and whiney

Takashi helping her settle down after she tripped and fell on the dancefloor

The dj helped out a lil by setting the mood for the slow dance of the bride and groom at the wedding

Yuu teases his son and Reiko saying that this is gonna be them (you two 😏😉) in the future. Kids embarrassed 😮‍💨🤣

Takashi tries singing getting everyone in the moment along with Masami and Yuma(Reiko's little brothers)

Masami handing Eclair flowers

Kaya and Yuma dance

Ken is making Setsuko dance

A relative of the groom's family is dancing with Akari 😅 but he was clumsy stepping on her feet..she got mad so away he went

Night has passed peacefully.. going back home he spent the night at her grandparents house.. having a sleepover straight after the after party if the wedding... The two younger brothers wanted to join, Reiko putting her hand out to them.. gesturing for them to come along with a beam on ber face

That night where the two younger brother truly bonded with their older sister and the shy boy

One day Yuu comes home with news the he and his wife and son must move back to Singapore (cause his wife is from there) but also cause of his job that he got premoted on being boss of the surgery team at his own medical hospital .

That day Reiko never got to say goodbye... Everytime she thinks of that day... She feels gloomy and sad.... All cause she never got to say goodbye to Takashi

His pain grew more and so did his curse

Growing more with time as they were apart

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing iv.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 105

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a glimpse into the past

Jungkook’s been to a total of two graduations his entire life—one was his middle school’s graduation that seemed more like a farewell party and his older brother’s college one. Now, he can say that he’s attended three. But he’s never felt like this—never felt dread to say a temporary goodbye to a face he’s been so accustomed to seeing.

Maybe that’s why he’s in such a sour mood as his peers hugged their seniors' goodbyes, smiles on their face while they engaged in chatter about the future. Jungkook’s always been hard on parting and today is no different. Especially with the constant reminders at every corner of the hallways, streams of red and blue painting the ceilings with a big fat ‘happy graduation to the seniors!’ Mocking him on his journey to his classes.

He almost wants to slap some sense into himself. Because why was he terrified for the beginning of a new chapter that wasn’t his story to tell? Why was he dreading the moment that the seniors collected their diplomas and walked off the stage; and out of his life?

But he doesn’t do that; because the fear is as addictive as the excitement he feels when he thinks of you. A conflicting and tortuous juxtaposition of the beautiful day for a valedictorian and her younger friend.

“Jungkook!” A voice calls, and when he turns he sees Taehyung barrelling towards him with two people trailing closely behind.

When Taehyung plummets into Jungkook’s chest with an oof, but all Jungkook can focus on; despite the ache in his chest, is you.

You’re so pretty. But that’s nothing new for Jungkook. However, you were smiling, soft and sweet like the person who stayed up during her finals to tutor Jungkook on math concepts and the same girl who supported him through his football trials in junior year.

But you were grown, and the robe was the testimony of your age and maturity—the level of intelligence that you possess only grew with time and now you were walking towards him with a sense of quiet assuredness that he’s always admired you for.

Jungkook’s sure he’s gaping but he’s never been able to control himself around you.

“Can you stop gawking at her already?” Taehyung complains, twisting the skin between Jungkook’s armpit in retaliation.

Jungkook burns but scowls at the older boy who simply snickers in response.

“I’m so glad you’re graduating.” Jungkook snaps.

Taehyung snorts, “If I go she goes.”

Jungkook purses his lips as he readies himself for another retort, but you arrive and the first thing he notices is how gentle you smell. His favourite scent in principle, a whiff of laundry detergent accompanied with the light floral perfume he remembers his mother gifting you for your birthday.

“You’re gonna miss us, aren’t you?” Is the first thing Jimin says when he greets the younger boy with a ruffle to his head.

Jungkook glowers in embarrassment as he tries to fight him off, and despite his shorter stature in height—Jimin was in fact, quite strong.

Regardless of his flustered state, you smile at him warmly and perhaps Jungkook is biased when it comes to you because he’s sure you’ve always smiled the same, but every tilt of your lips evoke an array of different feelings in Jungkook’s chest.

“The two of you are like dumb and dumber so no—not really. God knows he’s finally granted my wish for emancipation.” Jungkook grumbles.

Taehyung feigns offence with a hand to his chest, leaning his head against Jungkook’s shoulders while he rolls his eyes.

Then he remembers you, the girl who just smiles as the world will always do her good.

“But I’ll miss Noona, though.” He says, and he hopes the shakiness of his voice isn’t obvious. “She’s the only one that doesn’t tease me.”

You grin up at Jungkook, giggling when Jimin and Taehyung gape at the younger boy’s audacity.

“Yah. You call her Noona and not us Hyung?!” Taehyung screeches were loud enough for the group of you to wince at his loudness.

“Don’t forget that you would have never have met her if it weren’t for us, you brat.” Jimin reminds, though not maliciously.

Jungkook does thank the stars for them introducing him to you. Because he doubts otherwise you’d ever interact with him. You were always in your own bubble, tucked away in a safe space filled with your own sense of solace and comfort. And Jungkook admired that.

He liked being alone, but he never wanted to be lonely. You were a breath of fresh air when you taught him the lines between loneliness and being physically alone; and how you learnt to never conflate the two. You were independent and bright, but warm and welcoming—and Jungkook remembers that these feelings weren’t just a floor away anymore.

“Ignore them, Kook.” You sigh. “Gonna miss you too.”

Jungkook feels himself melt because you say it so sweetly and sincerely.

Taehyung and Jimin ruin his love-blurred lenses by gagging at your blatant display of affection towards the younger boy.

“The two of you are so gross.” Jimin groans, earning a nod from his other half.

You roll your eyes when all Jungkook does is flush at the insinuation.

“Unlike the two of you, we make the better and more rational pair.” You chastise. “Don’t we, Kook?”

And the nickname he’s grown to love though he has a love-hate relationship with it slips off your tongue and he finds himself agreeing with you.

“These two idiots are a quarter of a brain-cell combined on a good day,” Jungkook mutters.

You burst out into laughter, rubbing a calming hand onto his shoulder and he feels the dread come in. Because this was no longer something he could reach out to when you went to college.

“Whatever.” Jimin scoffs.

Then the PA system sounds, and the principal calls for the graduates to gather at the hall. And it represents all of Jungkook’s worries in an announcement and he’s not ready to let you go yet.

“That’s our call.” You declare, eyes darting to the other seniors who pull apart from their juniors to rush to the hall.

Jungkook’s eyes widen one last time before Jimin and Taehyung both wrap their arms around Jungkook tightly, murmuring a much more sincere and grateful remark than their previous chides. And he feels slightly bad that he can’t respond because his brain is far more focused on your lone figure, who eyes him with sad yet gentle eyes.

“You’ll come to our role call, right?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook gulps because all he can focus on is your face.

“Y-yeah. Course’.” He mumbles. He feels the need to say something—do something before people crowd you after it’s over. Jungkook would never stand a chance.

He seems rooted in his feet, Jimin and Taehyung already trailing off with their arms around each other and words of their future in the air. You smile at Jungkook—and it’s the same—but his hands reach out before he can think twice.

Jungkook grabs your wrist before you can leave, gulping to himself when you stare at him with wide eyes.

“You okay?” You ask softly.

No, he’s not, because his heart is beating so fast and he doesn’t want this day to come to an end.

“I-I’m okay.” He chokes, “I just—don’t you have a parting gift for me?” Jungkook blurts before he can rationalise what the fuck did he even mean.

But Jungkook just stares at you like a deer caught in the headlights while you tilt your head at him endearingly. He hopes that his pulse doesn’t emanate from his grasp, but your wrist is small, and it feels just right in his palm.

Your lips are twitching as a grin threatens itself on your expression, and he sees the mischief in your eyes that come out every once in a while.

“Aren’t you supposed to be giving me a gift, Jeon?” You tease, and Jungkook is so soft.

He snorts, a little glad that you didn’t point out his sudden grip on your wrist.

“But you’re leaving me.” He pouts.

You roll your eyes and take a step closer to him until you’re directly in front of him. And he sees your features up close and God—did he say you were pretty?—well because you’re even prettier up close and he loses all sense of thought when you’re smiling up at him with bright eyes.

“I’m always a call away.” You say softly, gently tugging at his hand; and it’s crazy to think that you were the same older girl that was usually timid reaching out to him in a way that was shy but so you.

Even with the chattering of other students, Jungkook only hears your subdued voice.

“It’s not the same.” Jungkook sighs, and he’s slightly aware that he was whining. But you don’t seem to be bothered.

“You’re probably going to forget about me.” You scoff and it’s light, but he can see the slight furrow of your brows. “You’re Jeon Jungkook. You’ll do great.” You add softly.

Jungkook purses his lips and wants to tell you that it wasn’t possible. You took up space in his life, both in school (well, not anymore) and in his mind. You and your wonderful mind.

“Says the valedictorian.” Jungkook huffs.

You pout, “You know that isn’t long-term. What if I just peak in high school and … you know …” You sigh, shaking your head, “I’m not outgoing like Jimin or a social butterfly like Taehyung. Neither am I as friendly and likeable like you are, Jungkook. I’m just … boring.”

Jungkook freezes because while he knew you were on the shier side; the louder than life tendencies you had were small but abundant. You didn’t need to speak louder than anyone in a room to get your points across, you were soft and empathetic and led people in organisations to see the good in the work they did.

Your genuine nature drew people in, even though you’d flush under attention and praise—and if Jungkook could—he’d scream it out to the world. But you were in front of him, and he figured that was enough.

“Don’t say that.” Jungkook snaps and his tone causes you to flinch as you stare at him with wide eyes, “Don’t … put yourself down like that. You’re great, _____. You’re intelligent and kind. Just because you’re different doesn’t mean you’re boring. There are situations in this world that need people like you. There are people that find comfort in a quiet soul because you’re introspective and thoughtful. People like …”

Jungkook exhales when you stare at him so earnestly, and his ears turn red. “People like me. We need people like you in our lives.”

Your mouth falls open as you blatantly stare at Jungkook with wide eyes; he’s on the border of being absolutely mortified and running away so he wouldn’t be the subject of your obvious ogling.

But then a soft smile makes its way onto your face, and you’re tugging Jungkook by the hand and into a warm hug.

Despite him being younger than you, he’s always been taller and bigger than you were. And it was a sense of security he felt in your presence rather than your physical entity that would never be replaced with anything else.

“You really grew up, huh?” You say, a giggle in your chest.

Jungkook rolls his eyes but accepts the way you rest your head on his chest. He’s never had you this close before, and he hates that it’s on the day he needs to say goodbye.

“I’ve always been this way.” Jungkook answers. He also thinks: I’ve always been here. For you.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You say softly, pulling away even though Jungkook wants to keep you close.

“Anytime.” He smiles widely at you, and a classmate of yours calls your name as you turn to give them a nod of acknowledgement before you’re turning back to Jungkook with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Here’s your gift.” You inform him.

“I was kidding—”

And before you can respond, you’re placing both hands on his shoulder and on your tippy-toes to deliver a kiss to his cheek.

Jungkook is stunned and he isn’t able to process it fast enough. But you’re already offering him an equally flustered smile with the tip of your ears turning red before you’re waving shyly and tittering off to the hall.

Jungkook blinks, and a hand reaches to touch his cheek.

He looks up, and groans—because how the hell was he going to survive high school now?

[incorrect-astrologyquotes]

Since my FNaF phase is back with the new game, I present to you...

🌸✨Zodiac Signs as Five Nights at Freddy's Characters✨🌸

(Note: It's written solely for entertainment purposes, none of these are intended to represent you💖)

(Note N°2: I'm not English so forgive me for any grammar mistakes)

🔥 Fire Signs🔥

• Leo ♌: Glamrock Freddy 👨‍🎤 🐻

Now it might not look like it but Leos have a heart of gold. If you're in danger Leos WOULD come to the rescue and help you out, just like Glamrock Freddy with Gregory. They also are very good at making people feel better about themselves, always hyping everyone up.. it's just how they are! Sweet little lions💝.

"Way to go, Superstar!" -Glamrock Freddy, Security Breach.

• Aries ♈: Foxy the Pirate Fox 🦊

OG Foxy is one of the characters who needs the most attention, wouldn't you say? Aries is no different, they need your attention and if you won't give it, they'll keep pestering you and drain your energy. Just like Pirates, Aries can obtain everything *wink wink*.

"Yar har har! Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate!" -Foxy, UCN.

• Sagittarius ♐: Funtime Freddy 🎈🧸

Most of the time you'll find energetic Sagittariuses that just brighten up the mood, whenever you're near them you'll feel better because their joy is contagious. Fun fact: Did you know that Sagittariuses have a rarely-expressed psychotic side? They often just ignore the conflicts but when it's too much you'll experience their wrath, and we don't want that.. do we🌹?

"I feel so full... Of mischief!" -Funtime Freddy, Special Delivery.

🌬️ Air Signs 🌬️

• Gemini ♊: Sun|Moon Drop 🌞 🌚

Gemini can have two moods: Happy, ray of sunshine like Sundrop and remain calm even in the worst situations + entertain everyone cause they're funny as hell & Scary, mysterious and just that vibe that screams 'RUN' like Moondrop (But don't worry, as long as you don't cross their boundaries you'll be just fine!)✨

"Are ya having fun yet? Are ya? Are ya?!" -Sundrop, Security Breach.

• Libra ♎: Balloon Boy 🎈 👦

Balloon Boy just SCREAMS Libra energy! He seems to be a shy sort of character, looking cheerful judging by his laughter and frankly so are our scales. Libras do cause some troubles, too... But that's because they just want to play! Little pranksters💓.

"Hi. Hello." -B.B., FNaF 2.

• Aquarius ♒: Phone Guy 📞

Aquariuses often appear as nonchalant people, meaning that they don't involve nor care about certain events. Phone Guy, too, doesn't particularly tells what's ought to happen to the guard. Despite that, he tries his best to inform the player about the DOs and DON'Ts of the game. He keeps telling the player that "there's nothing to worry about"... But everything is to worry about💮.

"Uhh... well, if you're hearing this, you made it to day two. Uhh, congrats!" -Phone Guy, FNaF 1.

🌱 Earth Signs 🌱

• Taurus ♉: Chica the Chicken 🐔

Despite the stereotypical "Taurus likes to eat therefore they should be made into a character that spends most of the time in the kitchen" [Which isn't completely true] they really resemble our lovely Chica. They're kind, joyful, nice, harmless and always ready to share. Of course it's recommended to NOT provoke them 💐.

"Let's Eat!" -Chica's Loading Message, FNaF World.

• Virgo ♍: Happy Frog 🐸

Many Virgos have a loud and cheerful personality, which is why they resemble Happy Frog's personality. Happy Frog is shown to be fun loving, childlike, and innocent, although an additional feminine voice in the background is heard during one of Happy Frog's lines, painting an entirely different picture. With their friendly personality, Virgos make a lot of friends. And you know what that means? More friends, more gossip! Amazing isn't it?🍃

"You and I don't get to talk as often as I'd like!" -Happy Frog, UCN.

• Capricorn ♑: Ballora 🩰

Of course I'd turn our lovely Capricorns into Ballora and here's why: Ballora is seductive and deadly, seemingly calm and composed. Their Poker Face (or Resting B*tch Face, however you prefer calling it) is often just a mask to hide their true intentions. Capricorns have a sharp hearing (speaking from experience) which is often used for gossips and other things 🌺.

"I could hear you... Breathing." -Ballora, UCN.

🌊 Water Signs 🌊

• Scorpio ♏: Mangle 👾

Scorpios often have this strongly built emotional wall around themselves. Mangle is shown as a malicious, twisted and sadistic animatronic because it searches for revenge after what they had to go through in the Kids' cove. Scorpios tend to protect their emotional walls from unwanted guests, that's why they can appear as menaces to some people [Even tho they aren't, I love y'all Scorpios so much remember that]💘. On the bright note - they're the best friends you'll ever get, a true treasure!

"I wanted to wait until just the right moment to drop in!" -Mangle, UCN

• Pisces ♓: The Puppet/Marionette 🎎

It's no wonder and no surprise that Pisces would be The Puppet with their unhealthy obsession with music and constant need to keep an eye on everyone else. But don't get on their wrong side! Fishes are slippery therefore won't hesitate to get out of the box and give you a lesson💖.

"The others are under my protection..." -Puppet, UCN.

• Cancer ♋: Bonnie the Bunny 🐰

Cancers are one of the best listeners in the world (talking from experience) and when you look into their eyes you just SEE the warmth and the understanding. So are Bonnie's eyes - they emanate comfort. They also look very huggable 💗.

"I remember how I used to talk to Bonnie... I used to complain to him about my parents." -Jessica, FNaF: The Silver Eyes.

[itsapapisongo]

“AS YOU WISH”

Pairing: Johnny x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.0K 

Parental Advisory Note: The following contains explicit content like slight choking, language, and masturbation (fingering, clitoral stimulation). This is purely for entertainment and this in no way represents who Johnny is in real life or accurately portrays foreplay/sex/intimacy between two consenting adults.

Author’s Notes: This is a second attempt at writing smut—the first, featuring Hwang Hyunjin is still in development—and it came into fruition to see if a) I could make it work and b) tease Ro (@binniesthighs​). What first started as a small scene sort of transitioned into something a bit longer. I wasn’t going to post it but after some encouragement from Ro and some feedback from  I decided to just share it as a way to get it out my system. Hope you enjoy it. #HardHours.

PS: Special shout-out to @binniesthighs, @hanflix, @satanssmuts, @lilixeu, and @moonlit-lixie for being incredibly supportive and beta reading this. You are all amazing so this is kind of a Valentine’s Day gift for all the advice and support you’ve given me. I’m beyond grateful.

To set a Mood: Thirsty by Taemin.

AS THESE stories often begin, this one starts in the middle of something.

In this case, it starts in the middle of the night—a bit past midnight—when you hear frantic knocking on your front door and open it to find Johnny smiling down at you. The height difference is noticeable so it’s not unfair to say that, well, you quite literally don’t see eye to eye.

He’s dripping wet, from head to toes, hunched over, and trying his best to speak as his entire body shudders.  Not wasting time, you reach out, pull him into the apartment, close the door behind you, and chuckle when you hear him mumble a sheepish “thank you.”

“Better get a change of clothes before you catch a cold,” you say, gesturing toward your bedroom.

Johnny nods and chuckles. “Sure,” he replies, teeth clattering. “How about a shower first?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You raise an eyebrow and giggle when he shrugs. “Mi case es tu casa.”

“Oof,” Johnny exclaims, holding himself a bit tighter, waddling towards your room. “Gracias.”

You can’t help but smile. This is the man you’re dating and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

ABOUT TWENTY minutes later, nothing has changed.

It looks like it’s going to be one those nights where it’s colder than usual and it won’t stop raining anytime soon. You smile because rainy days with Johnny are usually days where you both seek warmth from one another; days where you can be lazy and not feel guilty about that.

And as you join him in the living room, watching him sit on the futon, you think to yourself if it rains, it pours—but, y’know, without all the shit about one misfortune after another because the phrase here only applies to the deluge outside your apartment window.

Johnny sits with his head thrown back against the wall, legs spread so that they almost reach the knee-level coffee table he bought in Ikea and spent the good part of an afternoon putting together. He’s bathed, dressed, and unwinding after a shift that was longer than expected. He still smells of coffee, not too strong but enough that you can smell it as you sit next to him and kiss his neck. His eyes flutter open and a knowing smile spreads between his lips, eyes glistening with mischief.

“Well, well, well,” he whispers, half-smiling. “Mi futon es tu futon.”

“Is that so?”

He nods. “Definitely.”

“Do you know of any fun activities that—“ You lean in, meet his gaze, then slowly kiss him in the lips. “—I’d be interested in while I crash on your futon?”

“Our futon,” Johnny corrects you. “I can think of several,” he asserts, his voice suddenly low. There’s a hint of dominance when he speaks again, “But instead of talking, I can just show you.”

“Show me—“ You begin but can’t finish because he leans in and kisses you.

His right hand holds your chin, the left caresses your thighs, slowly but surely making its way to your core. Johnny doesn’t ask or hesitate to spread your legs, his left hand suddenly playing with the waist-band of your lingerie. His touch is delicate yet firm, his movements paced and deliberate. He kisses you softly then roughly, as his right hand transitions from your chin to your neck and stays there; his fingers envelope your neck, compressing every so often but not quite choking you.

Feeling his light touch on your skin, a moan escapes your lips and you immediately crave him. Your eyes are closed, your breathing uneven, your entire body tingling as his digits linger so close to your pussy. You feel him lean closer and closer, his breath warm against your ear, and you shudder when he speaks in a low, alluring voice.

“What’s the point of talking when I can just do it, right?” Johnny bites your earlobe then lightly kisses your cheek, gradually descending to leave marks on your neck and left shoulder. He stops to lift your chin, leaning close to whisper, “Look at me.”

“Johnny—“

“Look at me,” he repeats, firm but not unkindly.

You oblige and see him staring at you. And while there’s lust in his eyes, you notice that he’s not simply looking but admiring. His eyes take you in—up and down, down and up—and a smile appears between his lips; a knowing, lustful, loving smile that makes you want him even more.

“Are you gonna stare or are you going to make me yours?”

The question slips out before you can stop yourself. He raises an eyebrow, his expression that of someone who’s surprised and amused. You’d try and fail to infuse confidence in your voice but instead it comes across as a needy and impatient demand.

Johnny notices and smiles even wider, eyes narrowing with malice. “As you wish,” he says.

MOST OF your clothing, both yours and his, are off: on the floor, neglected, no longer needed.

Johnny is behind you, legs spread to accommodate you. With his left hand he cups your breasts and teases you with his right. He’s leaving marks on your shoulder, lightly biting on your skin after each kiss, whispering ‘I love you’s and commenting on how wet you are. He tells you in a low, sultry voice how much that turns him the fuck on, how he’s going to take his time, and how euphoric you will feel soon. Your moans elicit such a strong response from him that you feel his cock throb against his jogger pants.

He lifts your neck, leans in so that you’re facing him, and hold your chin with a firm grip. Johnny looks at you, eyes narrowed, then his lips brushed against yours; it starts rough, passionate, as if this might be the last one you share, then gradually softens until he’s once again leaving traces on your neck. His left hand envelopes your neck, a stable but dominant gesture; with his thumb against your jaw, he lifts your neck once more and smirks at you.

Motherfucker, you think, mouth agape as you feel his right hand swiftly undress you, dexterously taking off your lingerie. With an idle gesture of his wrist, you hazily make out your panties fall to the ground but you don’t get too think too much of it because you feel his digits caress your pussy, hovering above your labia.

“I want you in me,“ you say, gasping. “Now.”

“As you wish,” he whispers in a low, haughty tone. He tentatively rubs your labia then brings his right hand forward and offers it to you, his index and middle finger inches away from your mouth. “Open wide.”

You suck on his fingers, lick them when he pulls them from your mouth, watch in awe as he directs them back to your pussy; the moment he introduces them in you, his thumb softly rubbing your clit, you tense up and immediately relax, moaning a whiny yet indecent “fuck!” as he very slowly fingers you. He’s left hand is still wrapped around your neck, his thumb still lifting your head so that you’re maintaining eye contact.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johnny whispers not before nibbling on your earlobe then leaving a love-bite on your neck. “Love the way I’m inside you, making you mine?”

“Fuck—Johnny—fuck, don’t stop!”

He smirks. The motherfucker smirks. “Who said anything about stopping, darling?”

You gasp and collapse against him, feeling his erection on your lower back; this only adds to your euphoria because you know he’s enjoying the fuck out of this. You know he can’t wait to fuck you silly and that keeps you going, that keeps you yearning his touch because eventually it won’t be his fingers inside you.

Johnny’s driving you close to the edge—fucking teasing you, building up, taking his time—when he unwraps his hand from your neck. He pauses briefly to adjust his position behind you but his right hand haven’t left your pussy; is fingers are still there, you still feel his fingers in your core—moving in and out, out and in, slow as fuck but nonetheless pleasurable as hell.

He lifts you up, enough so that you’re sitting on his lap instead of between his legs, and wraps his entire left arm around your neck; his palm rests on your right shoulder, the crook of his neck having replaced the hand that a second ago was gripping your throat. Johnny does all of this without breaking his stride, swiftly, with the experience of a man that embraces balance.

“You think you can last, baby? Think you won’t cum yet?”

“You—ah shit—you keep this up and I’m gonna cum.”

“Soon, baby, soon. Hold on a little while longer,” he coaxes and you can feel his smirk, you can practically picture it. “I know you want to cum but I want you to enjoy this moment. Flow with it—“ he thrusts his fingers faster then pulls them out slow, to softly pinch your clit and rub it again with this thumb “—stay here, embrace this, and lose yourself in it.”

“You fucking—just like that—” your breathe hitches, caught in your throat.

You feel your entire body tighten, your back arch against his chest, against his hard cock, and you immediately grip the edges of the futon. Your body is shaking and you’re just embracing this sensation; flowing with it, losing yourself in it. He doesn’t stop—in fact, the motherfucker doubles down, moving faster, his grip around your neck tighter—and bites your earlobe as you moan louder and bite your lower lip to keep from bothering the neighbors.

“You wanna cum?”

You nod, unable to respond. Yes, you think, yes, fucking yes!

“You wanna cum, baby?”

Another nod but this one is feeble. You’re too caught up in the moment to speak, too lost in your pleasure to form a full, coherent sentence.

“I can’t hear you,” he whispers. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes!” You exclaim against his chest. “Please—fuck, Johnny—I wanna cum.”

“Look at me,” Johnny says in a firm tone, his hands moving slowly now. He moves so that you can face him and you see in his eyes that he’s enjoying every second of this. Just as you feel close to coming undone, like you can’t hold any longer, he purrs, “As you wish.”

And you do cum. Right in his hand, right in his fingers, because he doesn’t stop nor does he slow down. He keeps thrusting his fingers in your pussy, faster than before, then pulls them out to spank, grip, caress your thighs; his left hand lets go of your neck and instead steadies you by your stomach. Your entire body feels light, electrified, sensitive to contact, and yet you yearn for more. He knows it because you feel his touch on your clit and labia.

You collapse against him, smiling as you catch your breath. He moves you so that you’re both facing and straddling him. Johnny has that frustrating but irresistible shit-eating grin that crinkles his eyes and he sports whenever he’s proud of himself.

In between breaths, you smile. “Is that all?” you ask, trailing a finger across his chest.

Johnny’s grin falters but doesn’t disappear. It’s instead replaced by a look that you know very well; that look that says, I see your challenge, I’ll take it, and you’re gonna regret it.

“That was just one of the activities,” he replies with a wink. “Let me just—“ he moves again, lowering his pants with a wiggle, showing yet again how dextrous he is with making clothes disappear. “—get more comfortable.”

Johnny’s cock, hard and veiny, is on his hand, the tip glossy with precum. You lower yourself and sit on his thighs; the moment you make contact, you can’t help but hold back a small groan of pleasure. He’s warm and sweaty and ready for you just  as you are ready for him. Johnny wiggles his eyebrows and strokes it, pleasuring himself, then bites his lip as his eyes linger on your figure.

“I could tell you about this activity—“ he takes your right hand and offers you his cock. “—but it’s best if I just show you.”

[wolvesandpetals]

Loki x Sylvie fanfiction: Playing house (Rated T, Humor) Part 1

In which the ones at the end of time place them in a reality where they are a married couple in a suburban town, à la WandaVision.

Master list of my Loki x Sylvie fanfiction can be found here.

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They didn't know what to expect at the end of time. But they certainly didn't expect to open the door to the citadel and walk into a town.

"This must be an illusion", Loki says in horror as he takes in his new surroundings- two storied houses in every shade of pastel, gardens of roses, lillies and lilacs, wide open roads, pavements lined with freshly cut bushes. "This isn't real."

It looks real enough though. It feels real too.

This is the quintessential suburban town. And they are in a quintessential suburban house.

"They have trapped us in a nightmare", Loki concludes, scanning the new neighborhood again, this time spotting the children playing tennis in the front lawn of the house next door.

Sylvie touches the door frame with the words "Mr. and Mrs. Low-key" etched in the wood in gold. Her fingers trace the letters. It feels so surreal and impossible, yet it feels just as real as she is. "Apparently, we're married in this reality."

"It's not all bad then", he concludes cheekily.

She gives him a death stare. "I don't have time to play house with you right now."

He shrugs. "Until we find a way out, we have to." He checks out the neighborhood one last time for any identifiable imminent threats, before walking back into the house- their house. Holding the door open, he gestures to Sylvie. "Coming?"

She smooths the wrinkles in the sundress she has ended up with, vowing to definitely kill the bastards that did this.

-

The interior of the house does not suit two gods of mischief at all. It's all very... quaint. The sofa is soft and snuggly, the telly hanging from the velvet painted walls is huge, her wardrobe has way too many dresses and skirts, and the knives in the kitchen look like they'd be hard to kill a man with.

"Can you conjure me up something less-" she vaguely gestures at her figure, her lips arched in an angle that spells distaste.

He understands exactly what she means, but does exactly what he wants. With a snap of his fingers, he conjures up an entire rack of clothes for her.

She checks them out one by one, noticing how every jeans, every top is designed a specific way. "These look very tight."

His grin tells her it's intentional.

"You know I can still wipe that smug look off your face in this reality, right?" Her voice expresses how serious she is.

He waves his hands again, and this time, a second rack of clothes materialises, ones which are more functional.

She picks a jeans and oversized top and disappears into the bedroom.

He plops down on the sofa, staring at the Van Gogh hanging from the wall, wondering what their next move should be.

---

The ring of the doorbell breaks them out of their contemplation.

Sylvie grabs every single knife she can find in the kitchen drawers, Loki grabs the mop. Gesturing to each other, they open the door at the count of three, to find a woman standing there with a casserole in her hands.

"Hiya neighbor", she says cheerily. "I heard that you two just moved in. Oh my, that's a lot of knives."

Sylvie holds one up to her throat. "Who sent you?"

The woman grimaces, keeping her eyes fixed at the spot where the knife touches her skin. "My husband. He thought we should welcome our neighbors."

"Liar", Sylvie barks, and increases the pressure on the knife. "Tell me who sent you here before I cut your tongue out and feed it to the cats."

It's at this moment that Loki decides he has to intervene before the situation escalates to unnecessary murder.

"Sylvie, Sylvie, honey", he coos, slowly guiding her away with a gentle touch to her shoulders. "This lovely woman is not the friend I was expecting." He pushes her inside the house, at a safe distance from the lady, before throwing a charming smile in her direction. "I am so sorry. My friend was supposed to visit, I asked my wife to help me play a prank on her. She thought it was you. It's all a giant misunderstanding. Allow me to apologize profusely on behalf of my wife."

Sylvie switches between glaring at the lady and at her "husband".

The lady laughs nervously. "It's quite alright."

Loki extends his hand. "Hi, I'm Loki." He wraps his other arm around Sylvie's waist to pull her close. She tenses, and for a moment he thinks the knife will end up aimed at his throat, but she relaxes a little and gives the neighbor a tiny smile. "And this is my wonderful wife, Sylvie."

The lady shakes his hand. "I'm Agnes. So nice to meet you. Where are you from? Low-key, that sounds Nordic. Are you from Norway?"

"No."

"Yes."

They answer at the same time, then glare at each other, as if their answer was the only acceptable one.

Loki rushes to fix it before Agnes gets suspicious. "What my wife means is, we are from Norway originally, but we moved here from Alabama."

Agnes smiles. "That's a long way from home. Welcome to the neighborhood."

---

Sylvie erupts the moment the neighbor leaves and their doors are closed. "Why the bloody hell are we playing along with this ruse?"

Loki looks at her seriously. "What is the alternative? Murder our way out of here? Slaughter an entire innocent town?"

"No, no, no no." She paces till she is standing directly in front of him, holding her chin up in a posture of challenge. "Why slaughter a town when you can rule it, right?"

He lets out a sigh. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he takes in a deep breath. He needs all the strength in the world to reason with her. He opens his eyes again and begins. "We don't know how we got here. We don't know what dangers are here. We can't plan an escape like that. We need to gather information and learn everything we can about this place."

"This place is clearly hell", she roars, letting out a scream that shoots a wave of energy out of her hands and shatters the coffee table.

"Perfect", he mutters under his breath, as he picks up the mop.

---

"I'm hungry." She announces after an hour of sitting on the sofa, sulking, while going through the hundred different channels and trying to pick even a single thing worth watching.

"Oh yes, me too." He agrees quickly. "Starving, actually."

She motions at the cell phones on the table that the house came with. "I suppose we should order something like humans do."

"Yes, of course." He nods in agreement. He picks up the phone closest to him, swipes up the screen, and sees the wallpaper of him and Sylvie, on a beach, hand in hand, in matching Hawaiin shirts, with matching grins on their faces. He knows this isn't real, this has never actually happened to them, but it makes him smile anyway. Swiping to the side, he notices the phone comes with too many games. There are also apps that he knows from advertisements. Opening one that promised good food in no time, he stares blankly at the incoherent list that pops up.

She gets impatient after a few minutes. "Well?"

He purses his lips. It's difficult to admit defeat. "I don't actually know how to order."

She blinks in disbelief. "What?"

"I don't know how to order food." He repeats.

"How can you not know how to order food?"

"Well, I've never had to do it myself." He says, irritated, before his tone turns boastful. "I've always had someone do it for me." Food was never even a concern in Asgard. On earth, he has always had some human gladly do it for him. No God would ever bother with the trivial details of food ordering.

"Lucky you." She says dryly, before snatching the phone out of his hands. She pauses to look at the wallpaper as well, at the waves and the sand and the two happy people that represent a life that they can have if they choose to. Before the thought can take its root in her mind, she quickly focuses on ordering.

He stares at her in awe. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"I didn't exactly grow up in an Asgardian palace." She rolls her eyes. "I had jobs, Loki. I know how to look after myself."

"I am so glad I'm stuck here with you." He says with a grin. "It makes everything easier."

"It's not that easy. We still need to pay for the food." She points out. Then a horrifying thought occurs to her. "Do we even have money?"

He wants to point out he can just conjure some, but before the words can form in his mouth, she rushes to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers. He follows, and opens the refrigerator, staring at the inside of the freezer.

"People don't keep cash in the freezer, Loki."

"I knew that." He lies.

She switches to the bedroom, and he follows her there as well. She looks through the dresser drawer, the wardrobe, and searches under the pillow. He looks under the bed.

"Look at us. Searching for money to buy food with. What a shame." He muses out loud. "Mortals used to offer food to Gods."

"Food and virgins." She spits the words out angrily. "I hate these archaic ways."

"Oh, me too, me too." He pretends to agree. He likes being worshipped. He likes the food and the offerings. The virgins? Well, he took virgins in a very different, very alive way, and they were all very willing.

"I don't think we have money in this house." She announces, sitting down on the bed with a huff. "Is this his masterplan? Make us starve to death?"

"Allow me." He snaps his fingers, and wads of cash appears in her hands. This is what he was going to do before Sylvie started searching and he decided it's best to first find out what useful items they have in this house.

"That's handy", she notes. "I suppose it'll be easy for you to do chores around the house."

"I don't do chores." He declares.

She glares at him.

"I don't know how to do chores." He clarifies.

Her glare never loses its edge. "Well you better figure it out soon then, before I cut your fingers off."

---

They eat in complete silence, adjusting to this new reality they have found themselves in. Loki tries to make conversation, tries to tell her a story of banquets in Asgard, but she stares absent-mindedly into the distance, and he takes the hint.

Night arrives quickly.

"I'm exhausted. We should sleep." Sylvie admits. She gets up, ready to change into something more comfortable for the night.

He gets up too, and heads in the direction of the other bedroom. Of course, all he wants to do is snuggle up close to her. He can think of a hundred excuses to talk her into it too. But he holds back. "Well, I wish you a very merry slumber."

She doesn't want to focus on why she does it, but she calls out to him. "We should stick together. Just in case the enemy decides to attack while we're asleep."

He stops in his tracks, smiling like a fool. "I agree. Clever plan."

Ten minutes later, they are both awkwardly lying side by side in bed.

Sylvie stares at the ceiling, at the glow-in-the-dark stickers that are shining. "Is that what people's ceilings look like?"

"Mostly children's."

"The constellations..." She notices. "They're slightly different."

"Yes." He smiles. "This is the view from Midgard, not Asgard."

"Oh."

It's quiet for a while. Loki wonders if she fell asleep. Then he hears her whisper. "I hate this."

"Why are you suddenly acting like this?" He finally asks. "You have been patient your whole life, planning everything for years. You always have a plan, and a good one. Now you're suddenly in a rush to get out of here. Why?"

She doesn't answer. She doesn't even open her eyes. With her focus on the darkness behind her eyelids, it is easy to forget that this is the most peaceful evening she has ever had, that this is the life she always wanted, the life she has been fighting for.

He studies her features, memorizing the way she looks when she tries to fall asleep. Tentatively, he touches her hand. Her fingertips twitch involuntarily, before she responds by taking his hand. He gives it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll get out of here, I promise you."

---

(To be continued)

[shyrose57]

Updated Deities Of Mizu thing:

Things:

Origin myths are how the people of Mizu, and related cities believe the gods came to be. They weren’t actually spirits or born from the sky, but over time, history distorts, and it’s not like it hurts anything.

Most of Mizu’s history is actually pretty accurate, and untwisted. The deities stepped in and set things straight, once they realized what had happened. 

Most, because some of it was pretty funny and harmless, so they just didn’t say anything about it. 

The city of Subbin worships a different Pantheon(unsure which it consist of yet).

Mizu’s pantheon is known to appear quite frequently to them, and become close with it’s mortals. 

Despite some beliefs, they don’t actually live within Mizu, for all they visit often. They reside in a separate dimension they all created together, and can leave freely.

Gods/Deities:

Tommy: 

Head of the Mizu Pantheon, and god of mischief and discord, perseverance through hardships, and companionship and bonds. 

Typically depicted as a scarred teenager with red string around his arms, and stars scattered along his body. Sometimes, he also sports wings on his back, or red horns and a spade-tipped tail. 

Sacred animals are cows and moths.

Origin myth: He was originally a minor spirit of discord, born from a shard of Dream’s power. They say, entranced by the stars, he hauled himself into the sky, and the stars were so awed by his determination that they immediately embraced him as a brother, turning him into a god.

Closely tied with the other three minors, as a god of the Red String, he is represented as the string itself. 

Tubbo:

Tommy’s counterpart, and partner in leading the Pantheon. God of the community, kindness and reconciliation, and hard work and reward. 

Typically depicted as a younger boy, though that’s about the only thing that stays the same. Sometimes, he has curly ram/deer horns, and goat feet. Other times, it’s transparent wings, or snow dusted hair. 

Sacred animals are bees and deer. 

Origin myth: Ties into Tommy’s. Once a forest satyr, he was close friends with the chaos spirit, and stayed in the sea beneath him, ready to catch the other if he slipped. When Tommy looked down and saw the other waiting, ever unwilling to part, he tossed down a glass of honey, with the remains of stars mixed into it, and told him to drink it. Tubbo did, and his blood was burned gold. 

Closely tied with the other three minors, as a god of the Red String, he is represented as the knot tying two people together. 

Ranboo:

God of sentiment, loyalty to people and memory, and mind and soul. 

Typically depicted as either a tall, faceless figure split down the middle, or a strange, reptilian creature with glowing purple eyes. 

Sacred animals are enderman and cats. 

Origin myth: Currently undecided.

Closely tied with the other three minors, as a god of the Red String, he is represented as the weaver of the thread itself.

Purpled: 

God of value and worth, strategy, and riches.

Typically depicted as a shadowed figure in armor, with purple jewels decorating him. On some occasions though, he is shown as a purple eyed wolf instead, with a golden necklace around his neck.

Sacred animals are wolves.

Origin myth: Currently undecided.

Closely tied with the other three minors, as a god of the Red String, he is represented as the scissors that cut the thread when necessary.

Dream:

The original deity, and god of change, chaos, and order, and formerly, the End.

Typically depicted as a giant covered in a bloodied cloak and porcelain mask, with an axe upon his back, and chains on his wrists.

Sacred animal are horses and cats.

Origin myth: Came into existence when a meteor struck the Enderdragon through her chest, killing her, and from the remains of her heart, was born Dream.

George:

The second deity, and god of the Overworld, life, sentience, and rest. 

Typically depicted as a sleeping man surrounded by plants, and draped in blue. His eyes are never seen, either closed, or hidden by a pair of black and white glasses.

Sacred animals are dolphins and butterflies.

Origin myth: Came into existence when a lonely Dream began to cry, and his tears spilled onto a lifeless planet, creating the Overworld, and George along with it.

Bad:

God of the Nether, chaos, marriage, and brides, it’s unclear whether he existed before Dream, or after George. 

Typically depicted as a looming, demonic shadow with a crown of bone, and glowing white eyes.

Sacred animal is the wither skeleton.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Married to Skeppy.

Skeppy:

God of caverns and ores, mirth, magic, and mastery.

Typically depicted as either a figure draped in diamond jewelry and a veil, or a figure made or diamond.

Sacred animal is the bat, and the diamond golem.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Married to Bad.

Puffy:

God of the seas, motherhood, and release(of your emotions, of your past, ect).

Typically depicted as a sheep-headed woman, with an axe and a cutlass strapped over her back, and colorful ribbons in her hair.

Sacred animal is the otter.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Married to Niki.

Niki: 

God of spring, battle, victory, and retribution.

Can be depicted in two very different ways. One, as a brown haired maiden, with strands of pale golden flowers framing her face. Or two, as an armored lady, with pink hair that turns to streams of blood toward the end, and baring a tattered cloak on her shoulders, a sword on her hip, and a dagger hidden on her back.

Sacred animal is the fox and the dog.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Married to Puffy.

Quackity:

God of law, order, the married, and the widowed.

Typically depicted as an one-eyed elderly man baring books of law and politics in hand, but also as a golden winged being with a lop-sided halo covering his right eye.

Sacred animal is the crane, and the canary.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Said to be formerly married to the spirit Sapnap, and the nymph Karl.

Others:

Sapnap:

Technically not a deity? A powerful spirit born to the Nether God, Bad, his domain falls over that of both humanity, and flame. Have up his life to imprison Dream.

Typically depicted as a humanoid made of flame, with ghostly white eyes, and red thread looped through his fingers.

Has no sacred animals, but is, for some reason, closely associated with cod fish, as well as blazes.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Drista:

The pseudo-sister of Dream, who played a heavy role in his imprisonment.

Typically depicted as a short figure wearing a grinning mask.

Associated with geese, for some reason.

Origin myth: Undecided.

Fundy:

A fox turned human/spirit who’s closely tied with Niki and Ranboo.

Typically depicted as a fox-like person, or fox hybrid.

Associated with foxes.

Origin myth: One day, in the remains of her battlefield, Niki came across a young fox kit that had been caught in the crossfire and killed. Feeling remorse for the death, she went to George and had him revive it into a boy, who Niki took and raised as her own.

Harbringer of fall.

Wilbur:

Some sort of fallen god or titan, perhaps? Little is known about him, besides the mentions in the Disc Saga, and a day of mourning meant in his honor.

No depictions. There’s no pictures or descriptions of this strange being.

Origin myth: Undecided/Unknown.

Ghostbur:

A sea spirit who’s widely honored as Mizu’s number one historian, and preserver of history.

Associations with blue sheep and salmon.

Typically depicted as a reclining man upon the shore, where his legs should be hidden by seafoam. His eyes are a bright sea-blue, and his lips are tinged. 

Origin myth: Undecided.

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Sophia Di Martino was launched into the pop cultural consciousness thanks to her role as Sylvie – AKA the Loki variant on Marvel Disney Plus series Loki, where she trades barbs and shares background stories with Tom Hiddleston's God of Mischief.

Episode Three of the series found Loki on a wild adventure with Sylvie, after he accidentally sent them both to the doomed moon Lamentis-1, on a collision course with a planet. Facing an apocalypse, the pair hatches a plan to find the escape vessel that some of the moon's wealthier residents are hoping will carry them to safety and, while on the train to the ship, they discuss everything from the nature of love to their respective magical abilities.

When the opportunity arose to talk to her, we naturally jumped at it, so here is part of Chris Hewitt's conversation with Di Martino, who was frank and funny while chatting about getting the job, Loki's sexuality and more.

The last two weeks in particular must have been a heck of a whirlwind for you. What's it been like being at the centre of the storm?

It's been a strange one. Because I feel like I've been waiting in the wings for quite a while. And I haven't been able to talk to anyone about this until today. So, it's been a really strange few weeks, just watching the show start and listening to people's reactions, but not being able to talk about it. I don't feel like I've been in the centre of the storm at all. I feel like I've been watching it play out.

Have you been able to say anything to anybody, family friends... Postmen?

Absolutely no-one! My mum has no idea where I've been for the past two years. It's been really difficult. But to be honest, I'm actually really good at keeping secrets. So, I've perhaps been too good and haven't told anyone, anything. My agent, no one knows anything! I’m taking it really seriously, maybe a bit too seriously!

You and director Kate Herron have worked together in the past. Is that how it began for you?

Kate and I worked together on a short film of hers a few years ago now. And we stayed in touch, we're mates, we'll go out for coffee and do a bit of improv. We exist in the same circles in London. I'm trying to remember how exactly it happened. I was shooting another film in the UK, and I think I got a message from Kate saying, “I'm on this show, I'm not allowed to talk about what it is... There's a role, we'd like to see what you do with it. I can't tell you any more. Just wanted to give you the heads up...” A really vague WhatsApp message. So, then I got a request for a tape through my agent. But obviously, my agency also couldn't know anything about what was happening and what it was or anything. I was given a really short scene, made a tape of this scene and just had to guess what it was about. I think it was actually what ended up being the scene from Episode Three, which is Loki and Sylvie on the train. I think it ended up being that scene, but it was very different when I did the audition tape for it.

Did it have the word Loki in the script at any point?

No, no, no names! I think it was Bob and Sarah or something completely different. I didn't have a clue what it was.

I was really interested in how angry she is and how sort of laser-focused she is on this mission that she's given herself.

At what point did the penny drop? At what point did you realise that you were auditioning to play a Loki on Loki, and then this incredibly complex character?

I can't remember what happened first. It might have been the news that Kate was directing the new Loki came out. And then I was like, “Oh, maybe that's what I read for...” Or if it was that I was just offered the job, and they told me what it was. But yeah, it was a surprise. And I had a chat with Tom on FaceTime because he was in New York. I never actually met anyone because I was nine months pregnant, I couldn't fly anywhere. So, I was in London, everyone else is in the US. So, it was just that tape, it was all based on that. And obviously, I've worked with Kate before, so she knows that I'm not some weirdo. And she must’ve convinced them to cast me!

Let’s talk a little bit about Sylvie as we now know her. What's clear is that you're not doing a Tom Hiddleston impression. This is not your take on a Tom Hiddleston Loki, this is a very, very different iteration of their character. So where did you start?

Well, probably exactly there, making that decision that I didn't want to go in and do an impression of Tom, because that would have been awful. I'm really bad at impressions for a start! Sylvie’s very different to Loki in a lot of ways. There's the chaos and there's the mischievous, which are very, very Loki traits. But for me, I was really interested in how angry she is and how sort of laser-focused she is on this mission that she's given herself. And I think that plus the playfulness really helped me get into the character. And, and so that was the way I started.

The stunt training and the fight training really helped me with her physicality, and we were all really keen on her being a really strong, sort of street fighter, almost. She's not as elegant as Loki. She's fit and rough around the edges, she's had a harder time, in a way, she's been on the run for the majority of her life, getting into scraps. And I like the idea that she really enjoys fighting. And she'd really get something out of it. Because she knows that she's probably going to win. Right? And that's where her cockiness comes through, maybe. And so that was part of it as well. And then as soon as you put the costume on, you're there.

What was that like? Because the costume says so much as well. There's the headpiece, which obviously has a missing horn, which says a lot about the scrapes that she's gotten into in the past. And also says that this isn't the Loki we might be expecting.

We were really keen on making the costume look like it's been through the wringer a bit. And she's sort of gathered bits of it from places that she's been throughout her journey. We didn't want it to be too clean and shiny. And it was also important to me that it was a really comfortable costume and that I could actually fight in it, and I could kick in it and just do things that I needed to kick not have to worry about breaking it or being uncomfortable. And then Christine Wada, the costume designer, was amazing at just making it super comfy. But I still felt like a badass when I put it on.

The train scene has that wonderful moment where you’re talking about your romantic pasts, and Loki confirms that he is bisexual, which has been received rapturously since the episode came out. Did you get a sense of how momentous it was when you were filming it?

I knew how important it was, yeah. And I'm just so pleased that it's been received so well. And people are super happy to have seem that scene. And like I said, the show is inspired by the comics, and the comics for a long time have alluded to Loki being bisexual or pansexual. And his sexuality is not straight. And even back to Norse mythology. So, it was important to Kate, and it was also important to me and Tom, that this was represented in a six-hour story about that character. Because representation is important.

It's such a beautifully written scene. Can you just talk about your memories of filming those exchanges? Because we've only just met Sylvie, and we haven’t seen Loki consider the idea of love or falling in love or being frail or vulnerable in that way before.

It’s a super important scene. And it was interesting to shoot it because it's the first time that you see Sylvie vulnerable. And it's just a really important moment for the two of them to understand each other in a different way, and not just be miffed by each other for the first time. And when we were filming it, it is quite a long scene. And it just felt really good to do a long, talky scene. It didn't feel long when we were doing it. But it was nice to get into those characters, and it sort of felt like doing a play, when you go a bit deeper and it’s great. It's just another way of understanding the character that you're playing. And listening to Tom singing was also an experience! Didn’t he do such a good job of learning all those words? I was just amazed that he could learn a song in a different language. And he did it so quickly! Like, one day he got the words and the next day he was fluent in Norwegian! That’s Hiddleston, isn’t it? He’s just so smart!