#valkyrie is eternal for real

[surreal-duck]

valkyuri

#got a bit too silly w pose studies #enstars #valkyrie #mika kagehira #shu itsuki #shumika #mikashu #duck scribbles #doodles #ensemble stars #im literally so normal about them they definitely do not occupy my every other waking thought #watched memory of marionette stage play some time ago w my beloved ducky and we both lost it and cried #reread some stories too theyre so. augh. auuugh #and since then ive been on a real valk kick lately i cannot even describe how much they mean to me #valkyrie is eternal for real #and to think in a month id have liked them for a year now. insane #miasma free

[beheworthy]

Thor Love and Thunder deleted scenes - 1 & 2  These 2 scenes show that Zeus visits Thor and Jane in the hospital to give Thor the thunderbolt. He advises him on how to use energy for thunderbolt and gives directions for Eternity. Jane makes the choice to go with Thor. Out of other options, they use the goats to travel there.

It's nice to see Thor get some fatherly interaction and behave like his former self: the smile at 'I have many sons', not speaking much but actually listening, being intelligent enough to know what was said in Roman. Little things.

However, these scenes show us an entirely different version of the film. If we go by them, Thor never 'killed' Zeus and left Omnipotent City on possibly good terms with him, given how he casually strolled directly to Jane's hospital bed to talk to Thor and they're all cool with each other.

The Shadow Realm confrontation might have happened as is because Jane is injured and Valkyrie is also out of the picture entirely. Thor is about to go face Gorr alone w no Valkyrie or Jane or Thunderbolt or Stormbreaker or even Mjolnir and not knowing how to reach Eternity perhaps (whatever could go wrong?). But with Zeus giving him the thunderbolt and Jane joining in, the entire climax of the film changes again.

Rant incoming:

Sh*t like this makes me wonder do they shoot 13 different versions of everything and 15 different movies, hoping to find the actual film in editing? That's such a massive waste of the cast and crew's time and effort. These aren't even deleted scenes. These are alternate universes from movies that could have been. Multiverses, if you will.

Deleted scenes are fun additional details the audience could do without. Like Thor returning the mug he broke or Frigga berating/begging Odin to end Thor's exile. Or they're a different/alternate version of existing scenes that may change the context of some things in the story. Like Odin freakin’ letting Frigga die. You could or could not add them but at the end of the day, they don't make a difference to the eventual story.

But in Thor4, if you add Zeus visiting the hospital, you gotta scrap out the entire confrontation at the Omnipotent City. If you add Jane just choosing to ignore Thor's heartfelt request to stay at the hospital and Thor not freaking reacting to it as well (??), you gotta change the entire climax again. I hope to god in the multiverse where this scene of Zeus showing fatherly affection to Thor exists, the scene from the theatrical cut of him ripping Thor’s clothes for fun, looking at him creepily and saying ‘pretty boy’, and inviting him to the o*gy doesn’t. Go to jail, Marvel.

I just-- it doesn't make sense. What even was the original story? Was there a story at all? This is important because Thor is the only character in the MCU to get the elusive 4th film. If you're going to continue a series against the norm, it should be because you really have a story to tell. Like Mad Max: Fury Road, Dexter: New Blood, and John Wick: Chapter 4.

Though I don't think producer Kevin Feige cares much about things like core story and character progression because Thor brings in the $$$. And director Taika Waititi doesn't either because he shot over 4 hours' worth of movie that he can surely cut out a theatrical version from - with every possibility on the cards, whatever the test audience reacts well to.

It's the cast and crew that are the real victims of this methodical merciless studio filmmaking. It's been well-documented that the VFX artists working on Marvel projects have been heavily overworked. A lot of their hard work could have been saved if there was a more definitive story structure so over half the footage they tirelessly worked on wouldn't end up on the cutting room floor. To add insult to injury, Waititi went on to mock them for giving their sweat, blood, and tears to his project. Classy.

Poor Christian Bale shaved his head to play Gorr, only to have most of his scenes cut from the film. Natalie Portman also did physical training for her role.

And Chris did the most extreme training he has ever done for this film. He already did excruciating training for the extreme physique as is. Add to it the dehydration for the shirtless scenes and not eating meat for kissing scenes - just willingly making life difficult for himself. Could have saved him a lot of torturous training by not shooting 13 different versions of every scene out of which 12 won't make it to the final film.

I'm aware that shooting movies works like that - you shoot different versions of scenes that don't make it to the final edit. They signed up for shaving their head and dying training to maintain the impossible physique. All I'm saying is that it's sad that it's all in service of material that just doesn't do them justice. It’s all vapid corporate thinking with no vision.

#thor #thor odinson #jane foster #zeus #gorr the god butcher #thor love and thunder #anti marvel #anti taika waititi #text

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞  

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: Valkyrie’s real name is Brunnhilde, so if you see that name ... that’s why

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

𝑨 = 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Brunnhilde is a very affectionate woman, she loves flooding you with kisses, cuddles and the like. She can be very tender; moving the hair from your eyes, holding your cheek in her hand, and lightly kissing your neck.

𝑩 = 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: She loves your neck and collarbones. The way your skin looks in the sunlight is mesmerising, and it takes a lot of effort not to reach out and touch you. 

𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: She loves your sense of humour. Brunnhilde could never be with someone whose humourless or isn’t up for a bit of banter. She’s very witty and not a lot of people can keep up with her mind. But you can, and that’s what she loves about you. 

𝑪 = 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Brunnhilde adores cuddling. She’s a very physically affectionate person. She isn’t shy, nor does she feel embarrassed by PDA. Love is love. And she wants everyone to know that she’s yours and you’re hers. 

   When you’re at home, all cosy on the lounge, Brunnhilde will lay on the couch, and pull you to her, so you’re laying on top of her. She gently strokes your hair and traces the shape of your nose and lips. It’s very calming and you end up falling asleep every time. 

𝑫 = 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

No one can really settle down while being a leader. Especially of a country that whose kingdom was completely destroyed. But in terms of domesticity, Brunnhilde likes the mundane aspect of it. 

𝑬 = 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (When something is bothering them, how do they act around you?)

Brunnhilde doesn’t want to bother you with whatever is tormenting her. Unless it’s an argument between the two of you - then she wants to talk about it when you two have calmed down. 

  When she’s hard a hard day at work, she tries not to bring it back home with her. Your home is her safe/sacred place. She feels like nothing can reach her there. Nothing can harm her or make her feel unworthy. 

𝑭 = 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆 (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

  The old Brunnhilde would have run from commitment, from being a leader and more pointedly, a partnership, relationship...the thought of tying herself to someone. God, that would have made old Brunnhilde implode. 

   Now... now she can’t wait to marry you. To solidify your bond for eternity. She wants you that badly. Although she isn’t rushing into marriage (wanting to take things slow rather than fast-paced), she would want you to take the time to think it through. If you felt pressured, then Brunnhilde would hate that. 

𝑮 = 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically Brunnhilde can forget her strength at times. Well, at times - in the beginning. After your relationship was established, you reminded her that you weren’t the same species. You needed her to be extra careful. And she learned from that and took it onboard. Now she’s never rough (unless you want her ot be...)

   Emotionally, she too had to work on that. Brunnhilde can be blunt. But she’s learned not to be. Not to be too soft, but to understand that words are one of the greatest gifts of all. That you can tear someone down and build someone up. And even the smallest of comments can hurt like a dagger.

𝑯 = 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 (Do they tell you about their childhood? Their trauma? The sides of themself that they keep hidden from the world.)

  She keeps a lot hidden. Not because she doesn’t trust you but because it hurts too much to recount. Little bits of information slip out when she feels okay to talk about it, or the memories are weighing too heavily on her mind. 

   But Brunnhilde has lived for a long time, and she’s found ways to keep those memories at bay. Recounting them feels too heavy. 

𝑰 = 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She jokingly said “I love you” when you first met and a few times after that, but you knew it was the humour talking rather than the heart. The first time she said it, was 7 months into your situationship turned relationship. 

𝑱 = 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ooh very, VERY jealous. Although she understands that people will be attracted to you, she can’t help but feel this primal sense of possession. 

   And you mean so much to her, that she doesn’t want to lose you. She does all she can to keep her jealousy in check though.

𝑲 = 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Brunnhilde kisses passionately. She wants you to feel the same heat that she does - the same love. And you do, that’s how strong her kisses are. She will wean in a little humour here and there - sweeping you off your feet, twirling you around etc. 

  She likes to kiss your neck and collarbones, and likes to be kissed on her shoulders. With little trails of kisses up the back of her neck. 

𝑳 = 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 (How are they around children?)

To your surprise, she’s completely comfortable around children. No apprehension, no awkwardness. Maybe she was a big sister in her youth, which was so many years ago (she doesn’t like talking about her family.) 

  She sees kids as the ultimate innocence, and being around them makes her feel lighter. Like there is hope for the future. 

𝑴 = 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (How are mornings spent with them?)

  Doesn’t like getting out of bed early, but knows she has to. Another surprise about Brunnhilde is that she takes her kingly duties very seriously. Although she doesn’t like meetings and having to plan, she does so anyway. 

  So she’s usually the first one out of bed. But she does need a litre of coffee to be able to function. 

  On her days off (which are far and few between), she likes to sleep in until noon, with you wrapped in her arms. The sun already high in the sky by the time you both get out of bed. You make lunch and go back to the bedroom to eat. 

𝑵 = 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (How are nights spent with them?)

  Unlike her mornings, Brunnhilde is the last to go to bed. She wishes it wasn’t so, because that woman LOVES her sleep. But being a leader is hard work. 

She loves taking near-scolding hot showers, and standing underneath the water for nearly 45 minutes. It’s in the shower where no one can reach her (other than you). 

  Brunnhilde has a moderate facial routine. Double cleanse with the same face wash, serums, and then moisturiser. But that’s only a few days a week. Unlike you, who makes sure to keep up the routine daily and without fail. But somehow Brunnhilde’s face is always clear and glowing. Probably her Asgardian genes. 

𝑶 = 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Very, very slowly. You don’t know everything about Brunnhilde. Her wounds go too deep. A lot of it you hear from her subjects, and Thor. 

𝑷 = 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (How easily angered are they?)

 Not angered easily, but does get annoyed. She hates when there are too many people talking at once, or she’s asked the same question over and over again. But she never snaps or yells. Well, she does shout - but only to get people’s attention. 

𝑸 = 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒔 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

  She remembers the important things about you. But everything about you is important to her ... so I guess she remembers everything about you. Which deeply surprised you. You thought she wasn’t listening when you rambled on or ranted about your family. But she was, and she knows who is who, and what kind of upbringing you had. 

𝑹 = 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

When you threw a rock at a 20ft tall monster that had invaded the small makeshift Asgardian town. You had no weapons on you, but there were children running away - and that’s where the monster’s attention was. So you threw the first thing you saw, a rock the size of your palm at the back of its’ head. 

  It was at that moment that she fell in love with you. 

𝑺 = 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Brunnhilde may not come off to strangers as protective over you, but one wrong move and they will beg for forgiveness. Like a serpent dressed as a rabbit, she will strike out at them, stunning them, hurting them. You are important to Brunnhilde like oxygen is to the lungs. 

She protects you with her own body, with threats that people know will be followed. She would lay down her life for your safety. 

  Brunnhilde doesn’t need to be physically protected, she still has her Valkyrie training and her body acts on instinct. 

  She needs emotional and mental protection. Help with her emotions and memories. They hurt, she lost everyone she cared about. And now she’s King. You protect her sanity and well-being. Reminding her to eat proper food and drink water. 

𝑻 = 𝑻𝒓𝒚 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

In all honesty, I think that Brunnhilde would forget quite a lot of anniversaries, but would make up for it tenfold. She would go over and above to get back in your good graces. 

However, she somehow ALWAYS manages to surprise you with her date ideas. She takes you to new places, creating new memories and going on incredible adventures. And then she would surprise you even more with mundane dates like movie nights. 

  Is very good at gift giving, but they’re usually things that you can do together. And they range from random to heartfelt. Matching sweaters, puzzles, playing cards, and themed board games. She thinks they’re stupid but so stupid that they can be enjoyable. 

𝑼 = 𝑼𝒈𝒍𝒚 (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She actually loves picking her nose. No one but you knows that - however, she wouldn’t really care if someone caught her doing it. Would probably look them dead in the eyes and eat it (I’m just joking...)

𝑽 = 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not completely vain, but she does like to look good, especially for you. It took her a while to find her image after the events with Hela. For so long she just drank and collected for the Grandmaster. 

   Now she loves doing creative things with her hair - growing it out and braiding it in intricate patterns. Adding beads, shells and gold clasps. Her hair becomes a defining part of her image. 

𝑾 = 𝑾𝒉𝒚 (Reasons why they love each other)

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆  You make her feel seen, heard and appreciated. She’s grateful that you care about her and her well-being so much. Brunnhilde hasn’t had that in centuries. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 She makes you feel protected, wanted and safe. You’ve been through a lot in your life, which makes it a bit harder than the usual person to live day to day. Brunnhilde has helped you with so much. She’s helped you on your journey to becoming mentally and emotionally healthy. 

𝑿 = 𝑿𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 (What’s their song)

Paper Planes by M.I.A. An absolute banger for a badass woman.

𝒀 = 𝒀𝒖𝒄𝒌 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She is completely and utterly against any homophobia and transphobia. She feels very strongly about the rights of queer and trans people, to the point where she will start a fight if someone even utters a wrong word.

𝒁 = 𝒁𝒛𝒛 (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)  

When she’s asleep, she is ASLEEP. When she says she’s “going to sleep”, she’s out like a light. The first night you slept with Valkyrie, it actually freaked you out. The next morning you shook her until she opened her eyes because you honestly thought she was dead.

#valkyrie #valkyrie headcanons #marvel #mcu #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie alphabet #sfw #sfw headcanons #sfw alphabet #fluff #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fanfic #headcanons #witch the writer #brunnhilde #brunnhilde aesthetic

[uenodivision]

Beasts of Rap Cypher (Mega Yozakura Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[Aranai:]

I'm Ride or Die, with a tale that's quite the fix

Channeling the power of Kyuubi in the mix

Like Naruto, I've got a spirit that will not bow

A fiery will inside, that's burning bright right now!

In the shadows, I move, a silent fox's stride

With Kurama's strength, I face the world with pride

Cold as the moon on a clear, frosty night

Yet hot like the chakra flames, taking flight!

Against all odds, I stand, fierce and unafraid

My resolve is like the seal, strong and well-made

Loyal to my pack, like the fox to the leaf

In the battle of life, I command and lead (Yozakura!)

Ride or Die, a name that echoes with fame

In the anime of life, I play the ultimate game

With a spirit both cold and hot, I fucking thrive

Like the Nine-Tailed Fox, I'm eternally alive!

[Lana:]

I'm Facade, the artist, with a vision so vast

My canvas tells stories, from the first to the last

Like the Beast Titan's strength, my art stands tall

A protective shield, it's a fortress wall

With every brushstroke, I fight life's cruel test

Guarding my sister, ensuring she gets the best

My colors are a haven, a safe, warm embrace

Like the Titan's arms, a secure, mighty space

In the gallery of life, my paintings are the key

Unlocking a world where my sister can be free

My murals, a battleground, where I fiercely contend

Against any foe, on me, she can depend

Facade, that's me, an enigma, a guide

With the Beast Titan's might, I won't let harm betide!

Together we stand, in this art-filled fight

A duo of strength, in the day and the night

[Aika:]

I'm VeeXn, living life with a hedonist's flair

Savoring each moment, like a breath of fresh air

With Renemon's grace, I dance through the fray

A golden glint in my eye, I seize the day

My laughter rings out, a melody so sweet

Indulging in life's pleasures, I never skip a beat

Yet, with a mother's heart, I fiercely decree

To my daughter, Keiko, a guardian I'll be

Like Renemon's swift strike, my resolve is clear

In the digital world or here, I hold her near

My love's a shield, from any harm, I'll defend

For her, I'll fight, to the very end

VeeXn, that's me, a spirit untamed

In the game of life, my joy's proclaimed

Hedonistic, yet a protector so keen

Balancing both, I'm a force unseen

[Eldrid:]

I'm Valkyrie, the champ, in the ring, I reign

With fists like Lucario's aura, I bring the pain

An MMA warrior, with a title to claim

I face any challenger, no fear, no shame!

From city to city, wherever I roam

I stand as a guardian, making any place home

My brother's keeper, in the fight of life

I shield him from trouble, from any strife

Like Lucario, I sense the auras around

In the silence of battle, I hear every sound

My spirit's unyielding, my resolve is steel

For my wife's safety, I'm the real deal!

Valkyrie, that's me, I'm a force so rare

In the octagon of life, I'm fully aware

Defending my kin with every move I make

I'm the champion of bonds that none can break!

[Nadya:]

I'm Vipera, the smartest alive

Crafting plans so cunning, you'd think I connive

With a mind so sharp, like a snake in the grass

I slither through problems, none can surpass

Revenge is a dish best served with my wit

Enemies beware, or in my trap, you'll sit

I'm the viper with venom, in every word I spit

A touch of poison, oh, isn't it legit?

Like Chopper's transformations, I adapt and thrive

In a world of pretenders, it's how I survive

Sarcasm's my shield, my tongue, a swift knife

Cutting through nonsense, it's just my life

So here's to the foes who think they can cope!

With Vipera's mind, you've got no hope

In this grand game of life, I'm the queen, the pope

And if you think otherwise, you're a hilarious trope

[Kanra:]

I'm D.Vil, don't test me, my temper's a flare

Dare to pick a fight? I'll give you a scare

My strength's abnormal, a power untamed

In a world of the normal, I'm unashamed

Short-fused, quick to ignite, like Retsuko's rage

On life's vast stage, I'm a force uncaged

I roar in defiance, my voice loud and clear

Challenging the world, without a hint of fear

Unmatchable might, in my fists it resides

With each battle I fight, my spirit abides

I'm searching, seeking, who am I to be?

In this reflection, what truth will I see?

Like Retsuko's metal, I'm a rebel's song!

In the heart of the mosh pit, where I belong!

D.Vil, that's me, fierce and unbowed

In the quest of self, I stand proud!

[Shian:]

I'm 'Ready or Not', in pursuit, I never rest

Like Legoshi on the prowl, I'm on a quest

A bail agent by day, a hunter by the night

Tracking down my targets, until they're in sight

Time is money, and I invest with care

In the urban jungle, I'm fully aware

Like a wolf, I stalk, with patience and grit

For every fugitive, I'm a perfect fit

My prey may run, they may try to hide

But like Legoshi's instinct, I won't be denied!

I value my hours, each minute's a gain

In the chase of justice, I endure the pain

'Ready or Not', that's the name I uphold

With a spirit unyielding, fierce and bold

In the world of the chase, I'm the leading plot

For those who skip bail, ready or not

[Aoba:]

I'm Guinevere, in this world, feeling lost

Navigating the present, at such a high cost

Haunted by guilt, a shadow from my past

Seeking redemption, a peace that will last

In a sea of ignorance, I stand for the wise

Disdaining the haters, who knowledge despise

Like Michiru Kagemori, I've changed, I've grown

In a world unfamiliar, I've stood alone

Transformed by my trials, like Michiru's plight

From human to beast, from darkness to light

Guinevere, that's me, a seeker of truth

In the library of life, I reclaim my youth

[Taria:]

I'm Misfit, the free spirit, no chains on my soul

Like Komamura's heart, my courage is whole

In a world that judges, I stand apart

Living my truth, my way, straight from the heart

I value my freedom, it's my right, my song

In the melody of life, I'm where I belong

No fear of being misunderstood, I'm clear

I'm the author of my story, I steer

Don't tell me how to live, I won't conform

Like Komamura's loyalty, I weather the storm

I'm unique, not a piece in your societal kit

In the puzzle of life, I'm the perfect misfit

So here's to living without a scripted plot

Like Komamura's strength, I'll give it all I've got

Misfit, that's me, unapologetically bold

In the book of my life, my story's told

[Kureha:]

I'm Eclipse, with a brush, I command the night

Painting dreams on canvas, with colors so bright

Grateful for each sunrise, a life anew

In Saitama's embrace, my passion grew

Protector of home, a shield for my kin

Like Panda in battle, I'm set to win

My art, my heart, both fiercely ablaze

For family and city, my love's a craze

Dare harm a hair, you'll meet my dark side

An eerie promise, in shadows, I'll bide

With Panda's spirit, my resolve's unshaken

In the face of danger, I'm not forsaken

Eclipse, that's me, a guardian so bold

In the gallery of life, my story's told

With a palette of valor, I paint my creed

For those I cherish, I'll always lead

[Sumire:]

I'm Diabla, the anarchist, with a vision unbound

In a world of chains, it's freedom I've found

No rulers, no thrones, just the people's sound

In the ashes of power, my hopes are crowned

I despise the corrupt, their hearts are so vile

Like demons, all they fucking do is beguile!

With Monokuma's grin, I see through their trial

In a game of deceit, I'm the judge and the dial

A new world I crave, where the free will rise

Away from the shadows, under open skies

My hatred for tyrants, it's really no surprise

Like a demonologist, I see through their lies

So here's to the fall of the unjust decree

With Diabla's chant, we'll set ourselves free

In the dance of anarchy, it's clear to see

I'm the change that's coming, the key to the spree

[Sanyu:]

I'm MC Rogue, not your average prototype

In a world of copies, I'm the real hype

"Normal" is a myth, a bland disguise

I rock my quirks, that's where my power lies

Like Keroro Gunso, I lead my platoon

Marching to my beat, under my own moon

We're all different, that's the master key

Embrace the odd, let the unique be free

I rap about acceptance, drop bars of truth

In the studio of life, there's no soundproof booth

We hear all the stories, the flaws make the groove

In the mix of humanity, we all can improve

MC Rogue, that's me, with a message so strong

Like Sgt. Frog, in this world, I belong

Celebrating differences, we dance along

In the symphony of life, we're all the song

[Yuriko:]

I'm Black Dahlia, with a vibe that's lethal

Dancing with death, I fear no equal

Refuse to bow, my head held high

Like Beerus & Champa, I rule the sky

I dare you to test, to try your luck

Against my might, you'll find you're stuck

In the rap of life, I am the dark beat

My presence alone will knock you off your feet

I'm the whisper of fate, the shadow of night

With a power divine, I'm the ultimate fight

Don't underestimate me, I'm far from least

In the hierarchy of rap, I'm the fearsome beast

Black Dahlia, that's me, a force so grand

Like gods of destruction, I make my stand

Last on the mic, but first in command

In the universe of verse, I'm eternally planned

@kyoto-division @minato-division01 @taito-division @edogawa-division @akihabara-division03 @kumamoto-division @ota-division @saitama-division @shinagawa-division @fukuokadivision1

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #aranai norikoru #lana alarie #aika yumi #eldrid iwasaki #nadya kuromiya #kanra akemi #shian meizono #aoba yamamura #taria chinen #kureha koizumi #sumire shinomiya #sanyu inouye #yuriko kuromiya #yozakura #“new” yozakura #anime rap #anime references

[iamstartraveller776]

*rubs hands together*

Okay, I was gonna ask a different one but I figured Loki would know how to get rid of a dead body so

“tell me i’m the only one who makes you feel so good, no one could make you feel the way i do, isn’t that right?” for Lokane please

Rating: M

Genre: Canon divergence-ish, Drama, Romance

Summary: [Post-Thor: Love and Thunder] He’s there in the afterlife she’s chosen, always watching, always wanting. (ao3)

A/N: For a full second, I really considered going crack!fic with this. I swear I did. But alas the muse had other ideas. Important note: despite this being Infinity War Loki, I tend to ignore nearly all canon changes to his (and now Jane’s) characterization(s) beyond Thor: The Dark World.

ALIKE BUT NOT

His gaze has substance, she’s learned. A touch almost, a whispered caress. She hadn’t noticed it when she met him in Asgard, too angry over the Battle of Manhattan, too anemic from the Infinity Stone razing through her insides. But she feels the press of his regard now while she drifts through Valhalla.

Those pale eyes are an unspoken question as he enters the practice yards. It’s a strange thing to learn that the destruction of the Realm Eternal wasn’t the foretold Ragnarök, that the crowning battle is still somehow yet to come. While there is drinking and feasting and carousing, skills must be kept sharp. And so many want a turn to face off against the Mighty Thor. She’s a novelty, the frail mortal who was worthy of Mjölnir. Though she no longer carries the weapon, its power still resides with her.

(Along with a residue of something else too.)

Settling on top of a low wall, he watches her fight, dragging a finger thoughtfully across his lips. She bristles under that unblinking stare, at the bare lift of his brow that seems to ask, “Well?” She answers. Her opponent finds himself laid out within seconds. The next three as well. One of King Valkyrie’s sisters gives her a real challenge, and she wins by a hair. It’s only then she catches a bare shift in his expression, a trace of respect.

He's not quite maligned, but not truly welcome. It’s subtle. He’s never denied the opportunity to join in recounting epic battles and even more legendary antics. They’ll laugh at his silver-tongued anecdotes. They’ll toast. But he’s not one of them.

Neither is she.

Because the Mighty Thor is not all she is, but in this bellicose society, it’s all that matters. She aches for more and is disturbed when she recognizes the same dissatisfaction in his tactile gaze.

He disappears occasionally. It’s impossible to count the hours, the days, in a place without time, yet his absences span too long. As if his weighted interest has become the gravity keeping her tethered to this existence. Without his muted grin as he looks on, sparring in the practice yards feels tedious. Without his bald glances in the dining hall, the tales recited by others are less vibrant, less alive. The halls are too cavernous without his towering stature devouring the space, and she despises that she notices.

She knows who he is, what he was. She hasn’t forgotten the aftermath from his failed attempt at world domination. Her beloved mentor never fully recovered. He may have earned his place here by saving his brother (again) and the Asgardian survivors, but she catches glimpses of the truth when no other eyes are on him. He still despises. He still wants. She knows better than to follow when he slips away from the evening banquet.

Yet she does anyway.

His trail meanders through the sprawling palace, to wings she hasn’t explored before. There is beauty here surpassing anything she’s laid eyes on. Colors so vivid, gold and silver so smooth and pure, that she has trouble not being pulled into rapture. It’s distraction enough that a hand on her arm surprises her. She’s yanked around a corner, pushed against a wall before she thinks to call on her power in defense.

He grins, and there’s a wild delight in it. “The Mighty Thor,” he says with a blend of mockery and something else she can’t name. “What an honor.”

“Let go, Loki,” she returns evenly.

His eyes flick to where his fingers cage her wrist against the marble near her head. He raises a brow as if considering whether the price of defying her is worth paying. She lets loose a flare of the electricity that lives in her chest, only enough to galvanize her skin in warning. His smile becomes strained, but he doesn’t release her, not until she sends another biting jolt.

“Oh, don’t be cross,” he says, holding up his hands. “It was only bit of harmless sport.”

She snorts. “There’s nothing harmless about you.”

Dimples press deeper into his cheeks when he laughs softly. He likes that she seems to know him. That she won’t underestimate him like the others do. His gaze dips, taking her measure in languid appreciation—as if he doesn’t underestimate her either. Her stomach stirs with a fetid blend of repulsion and promise.

He turns, heads down the hall a few steps before casting a glance over his shoulder. “What?” he says. “Already bored with playing my shadow?”

She scoffs at the notion, almost leaves out of spite, but curiosity has always been her siren song. With a glower, she gestures for him to lead on.

A few more corners and then their destination is before them with spanning, gilded arches. Of all the possibilities, she would never have guessed that this is his hiding place. Shelves extend beyond sight, filled with scrolls and leatherbound tomes. Her heart leaps, the sting of almost-tears in her eyes as she steps through the entrance.

“The great archive,” he says behind her, though she barely hears him. “Where all the knowledge of Yggdrasil lives.”

This is where she belongs. This is home.

She pulls down a book, tenderly cracking it open. But she can’t read the runic language on its vellum pages. Replacing the book, she takes another. Then another and another. Every one inked in the same strange hand. Revelation sinks like poisoned lead in her middle. All the information she could ever want at her fingertips, and she doesn’t have the literacy to access it.

“Oh, dear,” he murmurs next to her. “Did my vaulted brother never teach you Aesir?” He sucks in a breath in feigned condolence. “How terribly sad for you.”

She glares at him, but her anger, her disappointment is clearly the food and drink he craves. Swallowing back a rising invective, she tips her chin up. “I’ll figure it out.” One way or another.

He raises his brows as if her obstinacy amuses him. “This I will have to see.”

Hours, days, or more pass under his unwavering eyes as she makes very little headway in deciphering the foreign writings. He sprawls across a recamier in a corner of the archive, near the table where she’s laid out a dozen open books and scrolls. There are sheets of parchment with notes scratched in pen and ink. His only commentary on her efforts is the smirk he barely hides behind his own tome.

Linguistics isn’t her field, but she thinks that it can’t be all that different from extrapolating data from the models in her lab. It is, though. Frustration sets her nerves alight, sparks her fingers with blue-white energy. He huffs a laugh, and she’s tempted to hurl a bolt at him.

She goes back to the practice yards. He doesn’t follow.

It becomes an unending round. Retreat and return. No matter how she promises herself she’ll stay away from the archives, from him, eventually the clarion bell of it—of them both—becomes too loud to ignore. She cannot resist what is at the core of who she is, that insatiable appetite for learning. She cannot go long without being seen, even if it is through his eyes. But then the impossibility of her self-inflicted task and the taunt in his laugh grows oppressive, and she flees again. Over and over.

He breaks this cycle with a hand over hers as, on tip-toes, she reaches for a scroll high on the shelves. His fingers are smooth, cool, and she hides a shiver, ignores the chills sweeping down her arm.

“Let me,” he says, grazing her skin as he stretches over her. He retrieves a different scroll—not that it matters; they’re all the same to her untrained eye.

When he steps back, she turns, holds out her hand with a grudging “thank you” ready on her tongue.

He cocks his head with a vulpine grin. “Admit defeat.”

She scoffs. “No.” Never. Not to him.

He advances on her, forces her to back into the shelves. “Say you need me.”

“I don’t.” She squares her shoulders, sets her jaw, though her pulse falters when his tongue briefly crests his bottom lip.

He leans forward, warm breath against her cheek, and whispers, “Liar.” His nose brushes against her hair, and her eyes flutter closed. “Tell me the truth, Jane. Tell me you need me.”

She opens her mouth to deny him, but something inside of her sings. It’s faint, straining toward him, and she can almost feel an answering harmony resonating from him. Alike yet not. He draws back, holds her gaze, and in this timeless place, the moment is suspended. A hitched breath between one blink and the next.

She remembers who he is, what he was. Yet, like before, it’s not warning enough to keep her away, not completely.

“I do need you,” she confesses, and before triumph can fully bloom on his angular features, she finishes, “to teach me Aesir.”

His grin turns both sardonic and wider. With a gaze that flicks briefly to her lips, he says, “Ask me nicely.”

“Please.” She doesn’t bother to soften the barbed edge in her tone.

He hums in approval, and the sound pebbles on her skin. “All that fire in such a tiny form,” he says. “So much life. He didn’t know what to do with it, did he?” But I do. The unspoken affirmation is written in his predacious expression.

She pretends not to see it. “Are you going to help me or not?”

He presses the scroll into her hand. “Since there’s nothing better to do in this never-ending purgatory, I think I will.”

Hours, days, or more pass under his exacting tutelage. He is her Rosetta Stone, the cypher to unlock the texts. At times he is too impatient. Others he is too indifferent. Always, though, he is too close. Hovering over her in the stacks, thigh pressed against hers at the table. She reasons that it’s a small price to pay to finally have access to limitless knowledge.

It has nothing to do with that tune buzzing inside her chest. Still faint but growing.

He stays at her side even when she no longer needs his help with the words. She doesn’t complain. Because he can bandy theories with her as easily as the others cross weapons with her in the practice yards. She still goes, though not often, and only when he sours their enthusiastic discussions with a cutting reference to his brother—how the God of Thunder couldn’t have hoped to keep up with her singular mind.

But I can.

He follows her there too. Sitting on the low wall with his ubiquitous gaze trained on her. It’s less a whispered caress, more grasping. Not a question. Not even a dare. But intention. She throws herself into every skirmish as if each opponent she bests will crack the steely blade of his focus. Again and again. Until the archive calls to her.

He breaks this cycle too.

She’s reaching for another scroll to high for her fingertips, and he crowds her into the shelves. But he isn’t there to help. Instead, his hand slides against her hip, down and forward, while his sigh smolders against her neck. The song inside of her swells at the heady sensation.

“Stop,” she whispers with fragile resolve.

“Why?” he asks in an equally fractured voice. His lips brush where her flesh curves toward her shoulder. “You have been touched by a power greater than any of them can fathom. You were chosen—as was I.”

His words are a voltaic truth that she can deny no longer. It’s not only his gaze that is ever stretching toward her, but the fragment of the Tesseract he carries in his soul. Calling endlessly to the Aether in hers.

She doesn’t have the will to fight it anymore.

When he tangles his other hand in her hair, nudges her head to the side, she relents without argument. She leans back into him, eyes closed as he marks a path on her skin with his mouth.

She expects him to hurry. He doesn’t. He draws out each touch, each kiss. Undoes a buckle, a tie in their clothing between each step toward the recamier, between each press of his lips and tongue against hers. She expects him to be rough. He isn’t. He lays her down gently like a devoted acolyte preparing to worship his deity. The music inside builds to a blinding crescendo as he, with rapt attention, raises her body to the same staggering heights.

It's only when he joins her, when he has her at the precipice once more that she sees a shade of the depraved dark prince.

“Tell me,” he rasps, clearly affected but stubbornly refusing to let her fall, “that no one else can give you this. Tell me you need me.”

She’s furious, but she thinks she might go mad if she remains balanced on the knife edge between critical urgency and blessed release. “Yes,” she hisses, digging her heel into his spine to encourage him to finish the job. “Yes, I need you.”

He smirks before capturing her mouth with his. She doesn’t leave him unscathed when he tumbles with her from their soaring peak.

He laughs afterward at the scorch marks her lightning left down his back. She thinks she should feel guilty, though she can’t manage even a facsimile of the emotion. Not guilt for her retaliation, but for giving him what he’s always coveted—anything that belonged to his brother. Yet, he’s right. Who else has had a taste of something as old as the cosmos and been irrevocably changed by it? Who else drinks from the fountain of knowledge and is never sated? Who else can equal her?

Who else can equal him?

“You need me.” Cradled against his bare chest, she says the words in the same moment that revelation dawns. She did not succumb to him. They succumbed together. Though she isn’t sure that he will admit to such weakness—

“Oh, yes.”

She smiles.

~FIN~

#lokane #lokane ff #lokane fanfic #loki x jane foster #jane foster x loki #my fic #alike but not

[ibasae]

Sprout*Waning Hermitage - Sunday

One particular Sunday

Mika: --Ngh, Ngahh~...!

Shu: Non! You fool! Don't make such a weak-sounding noise!

It would be fine if we were in the dormitories, but you are the Mika Kagehira of Valkyrie. You have to focus on our taste and style, and carry yourself accordingly--

Mika: Oshi-san! The decorations for this set is breathtakin'! How much did it cost to make all this...?

Ah, scary...! Even thinkin' about it scares me...!

Shu: Don't think so narrowly. We, as Valkyrie, are idols who have accomplished great things. In addition, both me and Kagehira are both high-profiled with decent incomes as artists too. You shouldn't concern yourself with something this trivial.

Mika: That's not what I meant, I wasn't sayin' that we can't afford it, I was just thinkin', if we spend so much on a single new song, wouldn't the Vice President get reaaaally mad...?

Shu: Hmph, that's even less of an issue. No matter what that person says, we have no obligation to care.

Mika: But~... I get thrown sarcastic comments a lot percisely 'cause Oshi-san always acts like that~...

Shu: How foolish. So what if sarcasm comes your way? Simply disregard them as noise.

Mika: But, isn't Oshi-san the person who always cares 'n holds grudges over what other people say?!

Shu: Let's not discuss these meaningless topics anymore. Hurry and get set, Kagehira.

This plan and set are both of the highest art, and they are made for you, Kagehira. Simply immerse and enjoy yourself and focus on giving a spectacular performance worthy of this stage.

Mika: ...

Shu: ...

♪~ ♪~ ♪~

Shu: (Okay... The set might really be too over-the-top...)

(This backdrop was designed to be befitting of a showstopping tragedy, which is why it is so dazzling. Even after Kagehira changed the ending, the original design was still kept.)

(But, it all worked out in the end. It fit the image, whether intended or not.)

(The flower language of the Acanthus flower, other than art and technique, has another layer--life force.)

(Me and Kagehira, we've always been blinded to what we already have, it has always been so.)

(I suppose it's the same for you, no?)

(I'm sure you understand now. That kind of eternity isn't happiness at all.)

Shu: (Although I do not know what has come of your spirit now...)

(But, that day, you chose to stay by Kagehira's side in a different way. Since this is the path you have chosen, I'll sincerely wish for your happiness.)

Mika: ♪~ ♪~

(Oshi-san, 'm really sorry for suddenly changing the ending. Although this situation is purely stemmed from my impulses...)

(My memory's been recoverin' little by little too. Now, I know why I wanted to change the ending after all.)

(Although the line between reality and dream is still kinda blurry, or rather, I still don't know if that was a result of self-hypnosis...)

(If it were a dream, those fragments of thought should fade over time. But, these experiences are more vivid in my mind by the day, so I'm thinkin' it was more likely the reality.)

(That doll standin' all alone in the dark, she's just like me from the past. Or, she is just like me if I had not met Oshi-san.)

(Because that doll was so much like me, I projected much of my feelings onto her, to the point I had a sympathetic love for her and couldn't ever throw her away... Even if it meant spending an eternity with her.)

(But, because Oshi-san said the things he did to me by my side, Oshi-san turned me... the me who was just an accessory in the past... into a livin', breathin', person.)

(That's how I was able to remember my dream. I was to be everyone's light. I remembered what I told those kids shrouded in darkness--that dreams are achievable, that ya can grab the stars out of the sky if ya wanted to.)

(So thank you, doll. Because of you, I was able to write this happy ending.)

(So how about it? Do you like it?)

Mika: (Although I'll never be able to turn you into a real person... I really wanna be to you what Oshi-san is to me...♪)

(From now on, I'll never leave you all alone, ever again.)

#mika kagehira #shu itsuki #acanthe #sprout waning hermitage #enstars #ensemble stars

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

“Thor: Love and Thunder” Promised Us Gay Valkyrie, So What Happened Here?

Marvel keeps getting away with this!

There was no excuse that in 2017, the morning after flirtation between Valkyrie and another woman was edited out before Ragnarok’s release or that the death of her supposed greatest love was left as a question mark, only to be clarified in a movie five years later.

There was no excuse that in 2018 a quietly queer flirtatious moment in Black Panther, reportedly between Okoye and Ayo, met the same erased fate. It was nearly laughable in 2019 when the first queer canon character finally came to the MCU, it was a glorified extra role in the early minutes of Avengers: Endgame (their 22nd film!) that could have easily been removed from the plot with no consequence.

Chloé Zhao’s Eternals in 2021 brought Marvel’s first same-sex kiss, which coincidentally could also be easily cut with no notice if necessary, Brian Tyree Henry’s excellent work as Phastos notwithstanding. 2021 also came with Loki coming out as bisexual, but in a single throwaway line during the third episode of his television show.

Earlier this year, in 2022, Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness’ America Chavez, a famously lesbian Latina superhero in the comics, had her queerness reduced to a small Pride pin on denim jacket and a less than 20 second scene with her lesbian mothers, which again — are you picking up the theme here? — could have been cut without changing anything in the script! Disney of course, did not cut it, and if they wanted a pat on the back for their “brave” choice, look at that — I’m fresh out of participation trophies.

Now we’re full circle back to Valkyrie, who’s big anticipated queer reckoning — after her first cutting room floor incident — was merely a mention of an off-camera and dead girlfriend. Here we are again.

We deserve more than this. If skipping a single scene is all it would take to erase someone’s queerness for an audience, then it is not enough. We deserve more than “blink-and-you-miss-it” representation, or to pretend that representation is good — when we know it’s not! — because we’re scared that if we ask major studios for more, it will be taken away altogether. We deserve real storytelling, not crumbs. Even among Gods of thunder, perhaps especially then.

Ultimately, in a movie that promises love to span each universe, nearly everyone finds some version of a love-filled ending, except the sole queer woman of color. Even Korg — yes, the cheerful Rock monster dude! — finds gay happiness to call his own. Funny how the Black bisexual woman can’t say the same, now isn’t it?

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#Thor #Valkyrie #Thor love and thunder #Thor love and thunder spoilers #queer #bisexual #queer representation #mcu salt #mcu critical

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Angsty prompt with Nesta recovery arc: day of her wedding is soured when Cassian is once again distracted by Mor, whom she reluctantly invited as a bridesmaid per his request. Feyre has been more enamored with the wedding itself than reassuring Nesta’s nerves. Rhys is holding the check over her head even tho she insisted he didn’t need to pay. Amren is just being a bitch and souring the whole evening with her attitude against marriage. (Perhaps an omen?)

Finally done with being second, she sneaks out the back with The Valkyries in tow and a couple hundred bucks Eris gives her (was supposed to be a wedding gift but better suited as a runaway bride advance - he’s loving it! Much blessings and thank you for the drama!!) and roads trips to anywhere with her best friends. A weekend of clarity and a phone discarded in some church bathroom.

Creative liberties to the writer - you never disappoint!

Ok so if you squint then I kind of fulfilled what you asked for … I started with good intentions I swear but it just took on a life if it’s own! Always dangerous to give me creative liberty 😉

“You look so beautiful,” Elain smiled. She smiled and for a second Nesta almost believed her. Almost deluded herself into thinking that this happy, gentle, sweet, make no conflicts version of Elain was real and not just a facade she put up to avoid sharing Nesta’s fate.

Not that Nesta’s fate was bad. It was good, of course. It worked out. Everything worked out exactly as it was supposed to. Right?

Nesta placed her hand over Elain’s on her shoulder and smiled back, “Just like the drawings.”

Nesta pretended she didn’t see Feyre’s eyes flicker dark even as the first ounce of genuine light entered Elain’s.

“Drawings?” It was the first word Mor had spoken all day - a fact that Nesta had been, up until this second, extraordinarily glad of. She had invited Mor to her bridal suite (or whatever it was called for a mating ceremony) out of courtesy more than anything else. Respect for her relationship with Cassian - confusing and annoying as it was- and because she knew Mor was the sort of girl who would die to see a wedding dress before everyone else.

She was right on that score if the way the blonde’s entire spine straightened up the second Gwyn clasped together then final pearl-inlaid button was any indication.

“Nesta and Elain used to draw their wedding dresses on the back of sheet music when they were supposed to be studying piano.” Feyre’s delivery was simple and free of bitterness. Mor’s eyes were not.

“You didn’t joint them?”

“Feyre was never a fan of girly things like that,” Elain’s jaw worked hard with the force of her plastered on smile. “We asked her to draw a wedding dress with us once and she drew a huntsman’s cloak instead.”

Feyre grinned at the memory, “I did, didn’t I?”

“More practical, you said.” Nesta didn’t add that Feyre repeated the sentiment again once they were back in the cottage and her and Elain were fantasizing about their wedding gowns while Feyre was hunting.

“But you love beautiful dresses,” Mor half pouted. Yes, Feyre loved to go shopping and feel silks and dress in starlight with her new friends.

“I like wearing beautiful dresses when they are placed in front of me as Rhys and you do … I don’t spend my free time thinking of them.”

Nesta felt Elain’s hand clamp tighter on her shoulder. She squeezed back in acknowledgment. The shared frustration.

“I suppose you had more important thing to think about.”

Was this going to be the rest of Nesta’s life? Waiting for Cassian in a pretty dress while his family reminded her of every sin she committed as a child? Would he defend her? Would he tell Mor to stop, if he was here? Would these subtle jabs and hairpin pricks ever cease? Shouldn’t Nesta know the answers to these questions before she accepted eternity?

Choosing Cassian had never been easy, but it had always been worth it. His family though …

No.

Not his family.

Just Mor.

What did it say that Nesta trusted more entirely in Rhysand to defend her against Mor’s comments than her own mate? Rhysand who wouldn’t stop showering her in gifts and wouldn’t hear a single bad word about her from anyone. Rhysand who took a debt for a debt. A language he and Nesta understood completely. Rhysand who owed Nesta 3 lives that he would never repay. That she never wanted him to repay.

Cassian owed her nothing but himself. And it was enough. Cauldron and mother and wall and old human gods, it was enough. But … was it enough when he was not there?

That had always been the question, hadn’t it.

Hand stitched silk tightened around Nesta’s middle. Squeezing her organs together and trapping her nerve somewhere deep inside her rib cage.

A huntsman’s cloak, her little sister wanted.

Ironic, that so many years later she sent a huntsman to trap her wicked elder sister’s heart.

And of course he succeeded.

For a very long time Nesta convinced herself that it didn’t matter, if he trapped her heart or she gave it willingly. But suddenly, in this room, with Elain’s hand pressing down on her shoulder and Mor’s glare so thinly veiled and her sins splashed across Feyre’s face even on this day … suddenly, nothing mattered more.

“It’s ok,” Elain whispered. “Do it for both of us.”

Gwyn’s eyes shot up, bright teal reflecting off of shining white. Emerie stood where she had been watching quietly from the corner.

“Any summit,” her Illyrian sister said. “Any battle.” Her gaze flickered to Mor and the High Lady. “Any choice.”

And just like that, her organs loosened. Shifted back to their proper spot, floating free among her blood and muscle.

Nesta wanted to run, and if she did, more people in this room would cover her tracks than try to claw her back.

She was not where she was all those months ago. She was better. She was freer. She was … loved.

Loved by her sisters. Blood and found.

Loved by her brothers (in-law but every bit annoying enough to count as the real thing)

Loved by her mate.

Loved by … loved by herself.

And that made all the difference.

With one foot out the door, Nesta did something she never could have done a year ago. She admitted what she truly needed in that instant. “Everyone get out.”

They did. Without question.

And with a single tug of a golden string…

“Cold feet, sweetheart?”

#nessian #nesta archeron #nessian fanfiction #acosf #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #nesta and cassian #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #a court of silver flames #valkyrie #Valkyrie trio

[solvskrift]

and i'm wondering when it will all collapse | 1.5k | loki & thor

whumptober prompt no. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | safety net | “How many fingers am I holding up?” also on ao3!

Thor is waiting for him at the kitchen table.

“Morning, idiot,” Thor salutes him, raising his cup of black coffee.

Valkyrie scoffs from the seat next to him and props her feet up on the table with a loud thunk.

Loki grunts as he settles himself gingerly into a chair. Thor nudges a plate of pastries toward him but Loki ignores it, nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Sleep well?” Thor asks drily.

Loki grunts again and swipes Thor’s coffee. He supposes he must look as terrible as he feels because his brother lets him. He takes a tentative sip, wills it to stay down, and wraps his hands gratefully around the warm mug, letting his eyes fall closed.

“What were you thinking?”

“‘Not much’ is what I’d say, personally,” Valkyrie offers helpfully around a mouthful of blueberry muffin.

“Why are you eternally here instead of your own home?” Loki demands without opening his eyes.

Valkyrie laughs and the volume of it makes Loki want to kick her. “Please. You two are so fun to watch! Plus,” she adds, taking an obnoxious sip of her coffee in demonstration, “you’ve always got the good shit.”

“Charming.”

“Knock it off,” Thor tells them half-heartedly, but they both know he doesn’t mean it. “How are you feeling?”

The dish of pastries bumps insistently against his hand again.

“Fine,” Loki bites out.

“Really. How many fingers am I holding up?”

He cracks an eye open to see Thor flipping him off with a pleasant smile.

“Up yours,” says Loki, and nibbles unhappily at a croissant to head off the very real possibility of Thor shoving one down his throat.

“Nah,” Thor says easily. “Not really my thing. And I’m still waiting.”

Loki opens his eyes all the way just so he can roll them at the ceiling. “Enough, Thor.”

“No,” his brother says flatly, and there’s an edge to it this time that takes the warmth right out of the sun streaming through the kitchen window.

Valkyrie very carefully takes her feet off the table and stands. “Think I’ll go see if Heimdall needs any help with that generator,” she says quietly, and pats Thor’s bicep as she goes as if to say ‘take it easy on him.’

Loki scowls.

When the door closes behind her, Thor starts in earnest.

“Brother – ”

And Loki hates that tone.

He stands abruptly, abandoning the croissant and stolen coffee. “I’ve work to do.”

“We’re not done – ”

Loki allows the front door slamming behind him to be sufficient answer.

-------

He successfully manages to avoid Thor all day through a combination of strict calculation, happy accidents, and what he optimistically attributes to the Norns abstaining from shitting all over him for once.

His luck runs out eventually, as it always does.

It’s easy to spot Thor climbing the hillside out of the corner of his eye, but Loki doesn’t bother to move. His fingers tighten in the grass, gaze glued to the waters of the fjord down below.

Thor plops down next to him with an inelegant ‘oof.’

“You didn’t check in at the healing halls today,” he begins casually.

Loki doesn’t look at him. “I’m not injured.”

“Not injured anymore,” Thor corrects. “And Fulla said the real concern was your lungs, after the burns.”

“You truly need a hobby.”

“I’m serious, Loki.”

Loki lets out a long-suffering sigh and pins Thor with a look. “I assure you, if I begin coughing up any internal organs, you’ll be the first one I inform.”

“This isn’t a joke!”

There is something like fear glinting in Thor’s eye, wild and desperate, and it’s such a naked expression Loki has to look away.

A hum vibrates through the air and brings with it the faint smell of ozone.

They’re both silent for a long moment.

“I know what you are thinking,” Loki murmurs finally. “And I am not trying to die.”

“Aren’t you?”

The words are bitter, and brutal, and they hit Loki like a punch to the gut.

But more than anything there’s anger.

“Perhaps next time you’d prefer it if I let the building burn down while I pour myself some wine and watch?”

“That’s not what I – ”

“If I don’t help, I must not care. If I do, I must be trying to kill myself - make up your mind.” Thor moves at the edge of his vision but before he can say anything, Loki goes on: “What do you want from me, Thor?”

It comes out far closer to a plea than he intended, and Loki shuts his eyes.

“I want you to stay,” Thor tells him, voice wavering. “I want to know you are safe.”

Loki huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

He says nothing, and when Thor speaks again there’s an anger in his voice, too. “Do you truly wish so badly to see Valhalla?”

This startles Loki so much he opens his eyes and looks over at Thor. Now that is funny.

“Frost giants do not go to Valhalla,” Loki says, tone dripping with disdain. “And even if they did, I have not exactly put together a compelling application for it, now have I?”

Thor looks stricken. “You don’t really believe that…” he asks. “Do you?”

He sounds thoroughly wounded, and there is a vicious part of Loki that is glad.

“Stop being a child, Thor. It’s not something either of us can change, and it is not simply what I believe. It is true. You should know - we were both raised with the same stories of the Jotnar…”

Loki digs his fingers viciously into the cool earth.

“We were raised to believe many things,” Thor says quietly. “Many of them have turned out not to be true.”

Loki doesn’t reply, willing the subject to drop.

Thinking of the frost giants too deeply always makes him feel like he’s crawling out of his skin.

“Why didn’t you call for help?” Thor demands after a pause.

Loki bristles and allows his next words to sound as dangerous as he feels. “Have you forgotten what I am capable of?”

“No,” Thor counters, “I haven’t. Which is why I’m left wondering why you went inside that building at all.” His gaze is hard, jaw working and shoulders drawn tense.

“I assumed you’d prefer it if the town hall was still part of the town,” Loki deadpans.

“Stop it, brother - you could have put out that fire with a thought! Or else if you were too spent one of the Vala would have aided you. If Heimdall hadn’t seen – ”

“And I’m the one who’s called dramatic – ”

“STOP! Just - stop.”

The smell of ozone sharpens and the hair on the back of Loki’s neck stands on end. There’s an audible crackle in the air. Thor doesn’t rise, but there’s something about it all that makes him appear larger all of a sudden. As forbidding as - or perhaps more than - Odin ever had been.

Loki is reminded all over again why he has always, in one way or another, feared his brother.

It’s only after several heartbeats that Loki realizes his own hands have started to rise in defense, faint trails of green swirling around his fingertips.

Thor sees this and presses his lips together, his good eye widening a fraction before he forces himself to calm. The crackling fades. Loki warily lowers his hands to his knees, eyeing Thor who appears tightly strung as a bow pulled to the end of its limit.

Then Thor goes slack, the fight going out of him, and he slumps forward to drop his head into his hands. He breathes like that for a while, deep and even, while Loki watches and wishes to be anywhere else.

After long minutes in which the only sound is the lapping waters of the fjord, Thor lifts his head to meet Loki’s gaze. His eye is glassy, his voice thick as he pleads, “Tell me how to help you.”

Loki swallows, fighting the numbness creeping up through his fingers and toes. Tries to make his throat work.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits on a whisper.

He has never even been able to understand how to help himself. How to fix whatever it is inside him that twists up and turns inward like a viper striking its own hide and makes it so all he can hear is I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Thor does not look surprised at his answer, but the lines of his face seem to deepen. Cautiously, he reaches for Loki and settles a warm hand at the back of his neck. Squeezes gently.

Loki’s eyes burn. He wants to throw the touch from his skin. He wants Thor to promise never to leave.

“Will you come back to the house with me?”

Loki breathes in through his nose. His feet are cold and half-numb, and he doesn’t think he would mind sitting here forever at the top of a cliff.

“I’ll make dinner,” Thor promises, “and we can have a drink.”

Loki takes another breath.

Slowly, he nods.

“Thank you,” says Thor, the thread of relief unmistakable.

Loki allows his brother to pull him to his feet and they set off together down the sloping grass toward their village.

Loki will walk back home.

He will let Thor make him a meal.

That is all he needs to do for the moment, he assures himself.

For now, this is all he needs to do.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #lyric #safety net #quote #marvel #mcu #loki #thor #fic #references to depression #discussion of suicidal ideation #solv fic

[twilightmalachite]

Hermitage - Sunday 2

Author: Nishioka Maiko (with Akira)

Characters: Mika, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"The flower language for the acanthe is “art” and “mastership”. It’s a title suitable for an artist enamored by eternity, is it not?"

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room

Mika: Nnah~…

Shu: Don't sigh like that!

Just what was that? That “nna nna” there. Don’t make any stupid noises like that.

Mika: It’s just, Oshi-sa~n… I had a buncha plans fer when you finally got back, y’know~?

So it was just disappointin’ to see ya immediately go into work-mode.

Shu: Plans…? Like what?

Mika: Ermm, like how there’s a limited-time lunch currently at the cafe. It looks real delicious, so I was wanting t’go eat it with ya, Oshi-san.

After that, there’s this handicrafts store I think you’d like that opened on Saison Avenue~! And so I wanted to take ya there!

And after that—

Shu: Sigh, that’s enough… Have you forgotten about the reason I’ve returned to Japan in the first place?

Mika: I remember~… It was for our new song, right?

It’s just been a while since ya returned to Japan, so I thought it’d be okay to go sightseein’ a bit…

Shu: I’d rather not waste my precious time on things like that.

Instead of spending your time on such things, you should spend your time on improving the quality of our new song as much as possible.

Mika: I know that~… But isn’t jus’ a little bit okay?

Shu: Goodness gracious…

(Come to think of it… I haven’t given Kagehira his souvenir yet.)

(I had thought to give it to him after our meeting. However, it might be better to give it to him now to help ease his mood.)

(There’s not much else I can do, so I suppose I should fetch it from my room.)

Kagehira, wait here for a moment. I am going to pick up some of my luggage from my room.

Mika: Huh? Okay, sure thing?

Shu: Ahem. Kagehira, this is for you.

Mika: Wha?! Fer me?! What is it?

Shu: It’s a souvenir. I just so happened to come upon something nice, so I figured might as well.

Mika: Uwah! ♪ I’m so happy~! Thank ya kindly, Oshi-san! Can I open it?

Shu: Go ahead. Have this ease your mood so you can devote yourself to the new song.

Mika: Okay, gotcha. Lesse—

Ehh?! A bisque doll?! Is this really alright fer me to have?!

Shu: Yes, I just so happened to come upon it.

I believe you miss being able to talk to Mademoiselle, yes?

It's far from Mademoiselle, but it's far less lonely than having nothing.

Mika: Thank ya sooo much! I'll cherish it deeply~♪

Shu: So, do you feel better now? We've got to go back to work.

You are supposed to be in charge of the new song’s overview, while I am in charge of direction…

What is your progress? Do you have an overview prepared, Kagehira?

Mika: About that… I’ve gotten started on it. But I’ve been kinda strugglin’ with it…

Shu: Hm… What exactly are you having trouble with?

Mika: Umm… I’m thinkin’ about havin’ the MV tell a story…

But I haven’t been able to visualize anythin’ yet…

Nn~, how do I put it… Somethin’ like a beauty-obsessed artist who preserves their loved one as a work of art for eternity…?

The image I’m goin’ for bein’ solitude and the pursuit of eternal beauty.

Shu: I see. That’s an unexpectedly dark imagining. I had thought you would come up with something brighter.

Mika: Hmm~, maybe it’s no good… But y’know, sad themes are often prevalent in fairytales ,right? I was tryin’ to dp a gothic spin on somethin’ like a fairytale.

Shu: And there’s nothing “no good” about that. Eternity and solitude…

Well, every artist, to a greater or lesser extent, all possesses the inquisitive mind for beauty. And it fits Valkyrie’s image as well.

Mika: I’m relieved, then! The image is still too vague, though, I’m not sure how to proceed from here.

Shu: I see… I understand the situation now.

Well, it’s not bad for a first attempt. Let’s expand that image a big more, shall we?

Shu: Hmm… Well, that’s about it, isn’t it?

Mika: Yer amazin’ as always, Oshi-san…! I can’t believe we were able to settle so much in the span of just an hour. I can see the image so clearly now!

Shu: I had been doing absolutely everything by myself up until this. There’s a gap of experience here.

For the title—Yes… How about we call it “Acanthe”?

Mika: Akan… tou?[1] That’s a strange word. It reminds me of the Kansai dialect.

Shu: Kagehira… You need to broaden your knowledge further.

It’s a-kon-t. Acanthe. It is the name of a flower named acanthus in English.

Mika: Hmm? But why name the new song Acanthe? I feel like it’s completely unrelated, ain’t it?

Shu: The flower language for the acanthe is “art” and “mastership”. It’s a title suitable for an artist enamored by eternity, is it not?

Mika: I see, so it’s flower language! You really are amazin’, Oshi-san!

Shu: Rather than praising me, learn how to do this much, Kagehira.

Anyways, a lot has been decided on. Beginning tomorrow, let us immediately get started on practice, shall we?

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In the Kansai dialect, “dame” (no good, impossible, etc…) is pronounced “akan”. Mika says it a lot…

#hermitage #event #translation #shu itsuki #mika kagehira

[izzythefox]

aftg x barbie (hear me out)

in honor of the barbie 2023 movie i’ve been marathoning the early/mid 2000’s classics (swan lake, princess & the pauper, iykyk) and naturally i started thinking, what if we made it aftg? O_o

now i cannot write for the life of me so this is just a collection of ideas and headcanons - if there are any other early barbie turned aftg fans, this one's for you

Magic of Pegasus AU

MoP is such an underrated film, its one of the only ones where the main couple doesn’t immediately fall for each other so all the banter and the sass is -immaculate-

the hardest part in casting this one was figuring out who’s gonna be the horse… like someone’s gotta do it. first i thought andrew & aaron as annika & brietta for the twinyard solidarity but neil gives me such annika vibes - i will elaborate - so kevin, sweet prince, its time for u to sprout some wings

So we have Neil as the prince, master figure skater that i’ve now decided he is, goes into town where he’s propositioned by Riko, evil/bastard sorcerer, that if he doesn’t marry him in 3 days everyone in the kingdom is forever turned to stone. alas, he’s rescued by the mysterious stallion that is kevin (im so sorry to the kevin stans out there) to bring him to Cloud Kingdom as a refuge. like in the movie, we find out kevin was once offered the same deal from riko, only when he refused, he was turned into a horse :/

idk if allison or dan would be the cloud queen, they both could fit the role tbh, and maybe matt & renee are their knights? (i’m imagining renee as this valkyrie-type warrior, she’s just so cool)

Cloud Queen, let's say Allison, tells Neil about building the wand of light to break the spell and I can just imagine his face

Allison: Yeah, there’s this legend of a wand, we don’t know if it’s real, and you just have to find a measure of courage, ring of love, and gem of ice lit by hopes eternal flame :D

Neil: you want me to do what

but at his core, he wants to protect his people so ofc he’s gonna do it. Neil & Kevin set off for the Forbidden Forest where in comes Andrew as Aidan. when i tell you annika and aidan are so andreil-coded, like the script literally writes itself!!!

*for context, Neil & Kevin got caught in a rope trap*

Andrew: Tell me, who’s bright idea was it to come to here? Only fools come to the Forbidden Forest.

Neil: And yet, you’re here. :)))))

LIKE CMONNNN neil would absolutely antagonize the very person who clearly has the advantage, it just works.

the whole scene with neil in the giant’s hut outsmarting ollie by taunting him to chain himself to a tree and break free, it fits so well and just to see andrew’s reaction at the end, (”you’re braver than i thought…”) yessir

they recruit andrew, as he’s a blacksmith, to later put the wand together and the parallels in their relationship, the whole thing about needing a second chance to set things right - chef’s kiss.

we can skip over some of the middle plot, there’s a lot of traveling and banter that i could probably talk about all day but cut to the scene where they finally assemble the wand and reverse the spell on Kevin, can u picture for me:

Andrew: That looks good on you, Kevin.

Kevin: Shut up.

thank you.

it gets real juicy from here, once Neil & Kevin and Andrew dramatically part ways (he really doesn’t want to leave them on their own) Riko comes back around for the attack. they fall into the ravine, neil is fucking -pissed- bc no one hurts Kevin like that again and orders the wand to destroy Riko but, gasp, it doesnt work?? neil is desperate at this point, he says fine Riko i’ll marry you but Riko is all bitch you just tried to kill me, how about I just kill you…and buries him under an avalanche

the angst, the beautiful angst of Andrew coming back in on Kevin alone in the ravine because where is neil? this snarky prince who gets under his skin but is also so smart and understands him? they dig neil out from where riko trapped him under an avalanche and just.. “I never should’ve left you”. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

when they’re back in the cloud kingdom and neil is still unconscious:

Andrew, internally: Please wake up, please. I need you.

check me into the ward rn bc i am unheathily obsessed with this.

Neil wakes up, but lo and behold its sunset on the third day. Renee, matt, and dan try to prolong the sunset for neil bc now these are also his people and they’re not gonna let him suffer. We get a fun scene with neil and andrew ice skating their way through Riko’s big mountain, palace, thing.. even in the movie they just love one-upping each other.

we get to the climax where neil has recovered the ‘broken’ wand from Riko’s lair but the gem falls off the cliff (neil would never fumble like that but for the sake of plot, i digress). enter andrew with the second gem he secretly took earlier!! because he’s willing to give up his second chance to make sure neil gets his!!! they undo all of Riko’s spells and cue the very barbie-esque speech that the wand can only work out of love, never hate <3

Neil returns the wand to the Cloud Kingdom for safe keeping and u know, that blacksmith from earlier seems to be real fond of forever staying by his side~

This has gotten pretty long now that i go back thru it lol and this may be for a very niche audience- i’m not sure if i’ve seen any aftg MoP au’s but i just love the concept and merging my old hyperfixations with new ones has been super fun

i would share more of these with other barbie movies but i’m also kinda new to this so lmk which ones were ur favorite or what u think!

#aftg #aftg headcanon #andreil #aftg x barbie #part 1??

[bilberson]

All the dont starve women (of age) are SO FUCKING FINE. YES I EVEN COUNT WICKERBOTTOM. All the characters are treated equally which is a major bonus on no real sexism in the fandom, BUT THE STORIES AND PERSONALITY RANGE. identity V could never.

Willow, a young woman with a flare for fire. Arrogant, very childish in the way of maturity as far as one goes, but it’s all deeply rooted in neglectful orphanage. SHE BLEW THAT PLACE UP, and she looked cool doing so. From that we don’t know what happened between that and the constant, BUT THE INTERPRETATIONS OF HER CHARACTERS PERSONALITY NEVER FALE TO MAKE ME SWOON AND POINT TO THE SCREEN AND GO “THATS ME” her design also plays along with the whole “kidult” theme, her pigtails being reminiscent of the ones put on adults when they’re dressing up comically young.

Then we have old Wickerbottom. Love that even though she’s old she doesn’t get written off as frail or useless but is genuinely a strong charceter both in game and lore wise. Her design of a flannel shirt and a long red skirt is so charming and she plays perfectly to the “moody old Liberian” SO WELL. AND NOT EVEN IN A WAY THATS OVERUSED, she’s genuinely a intriguing charceter and I wish I saw more media with her in it.

WIGFRIG, my main woman. Maybe I’m biased though being a Wigfrig main but I absolutely adore her in and out. Her personality, it’s so complex and has many layers too it. A actor who wants to become her work, to eternally perform as a Valkyrie. THAT BEING HER GENUINE REASON TO GO TO THE CONSTANT WAS SO BAD ASS. And let’s not forget that design, I’ll admit I’ve thirsted after her before. Respectfully of course. It’s simple but plays well into what she is without sexualizing it as a whole-

ANOTHER THING AS A SIDE NOTE DONT STARVE HAS NEVER SEXUALIZED ITS FEMALE CHARACTERS. The bare minimum BUT STILL, I APPRECIATE IT.

Back to her design, I like how everything has a role and plays into actual game, like her helpmate and spear design. Plus the fact she’s just ginger is so nice idk why. I loved her hair design even if it’s a pain to draw, and I like how her face is quite distinct and is just so Wigfrig. I’d let her spear me to death any day.

Then finally (for this post need to cut short for attention) we have Winona. I love that she’s genuinely period accurate to being a handy woman, like, her design, everything was well put together for as much accuracy as one can. Other than being a lore connection to the main crew being Charlie’s sister, I find her in game play so charming too. Her notes on things and general working attitude, smiled when I examined the body with her and she made a work safety joke. She would take no shit and beat the shit out of me And I’d let her. Another thing, I love that they didn’t glamorize her in design. She’s tired and hardworking, it shows and I love that it’s there. There’s no making things overly pretty to get people to play, Winona is how Winona shall be and I FUCKING AHEHSJJEKEKE.

That and overalls I’m a sucker for overalls. Final note I love that some of the fandom has shipped her with the girl she saved during her rework video, I find it cute and would like to see more of it.

#don’t starve #don’t starve togther #willow dst #wigfrid #Wickerbottom #Winona #dst #i love women #I love well written and designed women even better #I’ll never stop geeking over this game #probably when the fixation runs out #it’s a dying fire but I have tons of kindle

[highlyillogicalandroid]

A Fannish Year Review - 2023

1. Your main fandom of the year: Good Omens and The Sandman, but Star Trek is always there, waiting...

2. Have u watched a film this year?? Yes very many! Most recently The Marvels, which I LOVED. Give me more female friendships and role models, and also Carol/Valkyrie 5ever

3. Your favorite book this year: I'm rereading Dead Boy Detectives, which remains *chef's kiss*. Also, Katherine Locke's Loki: Journey Into Mystery prose adaptation is SO GREAT.

4. Your favorite album or song this year: I, Carrion (Icarian) by Hozier. I will never recover from this song. I literally have it tattooed on me.

5. Your favorite tv shows this year: I'm going to go with shows that came out in 2023 and say Good Omens s2 (duh), Our Flag Means Death s2, and Star Trek: Strange New Worlds s2.

6. Your favorite tumblr community this year: The Star Trek community (at least in my orbit) are so positive, fun, and FUNNY. I love them.

7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year: I've really enjoyed the validation of my Lokius shipping!

8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: Some of SNW s2 was pretty lackluster, if I'm honest, which is a bummer after such a perfect first season. (I know this contradicts my answer to #5 but sue me.)

9. Your tv/movie boyfriend and/or girlfriend of the year: I'm not...entirely sure I have one? Although if anyone wants to find me my very own real-life Hob Gadling, you would have my eternal gratitude.

10. Your biggest squee moment of the year: Definitely the RIDICULOUSLY BLATANT chemistry between Carol and Valkyrie in The Marvels. Is the Mouse queerbaiting us? Most definitely. Am I going to ship them forever and ever? Absolutely.

Thanks for tagging me @bi-files! This was super fun!

I'm tagging @timetravelbypen, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, and @peregrintook if y'all want to participate <3

#tag game #the marvels spoilers

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

actually while I was showering and doing my psoriasis treatment, I was pondering on what aspects of Thor: Love and Thunder made it not that enjoyable to me and I found one so here's my thoughts.

ig spoilers if yall care about that, I will be summarizing by memory the major plot points.

The opening scene of the movie introduces our villain. a man on a scorched planet sits in the barren scorched wastes with his daughter, praying to his god to save her--they are both dying, a drought has killed nearly everything on the planet and there's no water. Despite his prayers, we watch as his daughter passes away in his arms. As he lay next to her buried body, he gets up and finds himself walking into an oasis. There, in the oasis, is his god. The man, Gorr, bows before his god, sharing of how he has been devoted to the god, that he and his daughters faith never waivered. His god, though, dressed in gold, seems disgusted and uninterested. His god tells him there is no eternal reward, there is nothing after he dies, and his worship is meaningless, when he dies the god can simply find other followers, when Gorr renounces his god, his god begins to strangle him. Enraged by this, by seeing his god doesn't care for him, that his god let his daughter die, our villain is chosen by a cursed sword which has the power to kill the gods. And he slaughters the god, the gods head falling to the ground next to the idol Gorr tore off as he renounced his god. And Gorr begins his mission, to kill these apathetic and cruel gods.

The first scene with Thor feels like nothing more than just meant to be funny scenes of Thor with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Because of how nothing in this scene is serious, when the people on the planet mention their gods have been killed, it doesn't feel serious. But it does lead to Thor looking with the Guardians at all the distress signals in the area, in which they see countless people relaying that their gods have been butchered. Thor only care about his friend he sees, he parts with the Guardians to go help that friend. Said friend is found on the battlefield, bleeding and surrounded by dead soldiers and their dead god. Thor's friend shares what happened, and says she's ready to go to Valhalla but thor is like "you have to die in the battle to go there haha" so his friend is like oh damn alright, and goes with thor to get medical attention.

Thusfar, our villain Gorr has an understandable backstory. He is angry at the gods who have forsaken him and let his daughter die, he wants to rid the universe of these gods. Drastic, yes, but understandable. His butchering of gods off screen seems to hold no real weight given the light tone of so many early scenes.

Then Gorr attacks New Asgard, and in his attack, kidnaps the children. Why? We don't know. But now Thor and Jane (and Val and Korg) need to go save the kids and kill Gorr. But they can't do it alone, Gorr is powerful, so they go to the Omnipotence City where most of the gods reside.

There, the gods are led by Zeus, and the gang sees how the gods seemingly are only caring about scheduling their orgy, praising who got the most human sacrifices, etc. When Thor tries to bring up the threat of Gorr, Zeus doesn't care, the gods are safe and hidden in Omnipotence City. During this, they realize Gorr is likely (with the children) headed for Eternity, which will grant the wish of whoever reaches it first. If Gorr reaches eternity, he can just wish for all the gods to die, and won't even have to kill them himself.

This felt like a weird change, if I'm honest. It really felt like we were introduced to this cursed sword that can kill gods, and the villain who finds it. But now the sword doesn't matter?

In any case, the group follows Gorr towards Eternity. They realize though that Gorr is trying to trap them, as Gorr needs the Bifrost to unlock the realm of Eternity.

In this brief standoff, Gorr talks to Valkyrie and Jane. He points out to Valkyrie, she watched all her fellow Valkyries die, including the woman she loved, did she pray to her gods for them to be saved? Did her gods help her? They didn't. He talks to Jane (who btw, was recently diagnosed with stage 4 terminal cancer at the beginning, and treatment isn't working, she's become thor in an attempt to cure her cancer, but as soon as she drops the hammer and reverts back to being human, she's still very much dying and getting worse) and how she's dying and thought the gods could save her, but it hasn't worked. We as the audience, have also seen how all the gods in the city don't care about mortals and are just living in their golden palaces caring only about themselves. Gorr isn't wrong really, yes like killing the gods would be bad, but you can 100% see his side and we've been given no reason to think the gods are worth saving aside thor being one of them.

Anyways, the children are saved, at the end, after a battle in which Jane essentially sacrifices herself and lays dying, they manage to destroy the god killer sword but uh oh, the portal to eternity is already open and Gorr went through it. And in the landscape of eternity, Thor talks to Gorr, who has been freed from the swords corrupting influence and is now dying. You don't want to kill the gods, thor tells him, you want Love. (Gorr's dead daughter is named Love, I did not know this until I looked at the Wikipedia 2 minutes ago). And Gorr realizes wow yeah I do want my daughter you're right. So wishes for his daughter, who appears and gets to hold her fathers hand while he dies. Jane dies in Thor's arms. Thor promises Gorr to take care of Love. And now they are the father and adopted daughter duo of Love and Thunder (Thor).

I cant stress enough, by the way, that Thor basically says like two lines of like "don't get revenge, wish for your daughter back" and Gorr is basically immediately like. yeah ur right. and then like a minute later Gorr dies. And I couldn't help but be like. Thats it? Faith and gods is not even going to be brought up, we're not going to talk about that at all? Our villain was a man who wanted to kill the gods because they are apathetic and cruel, which was true and we saw, and that all basically is abandoned. Sure we get an end credit scene of Zeus talking to fucking Heracles, so I guess they're fucking hinting at there being a movie about him for some god-forsaken reason.

It really felt like the movie couldnt pick a tone, did it want to talk about faith and gods and loosing faith and death, or did it want to be a haha funny space romp. It also felt like it was constantly changing directions, especially with the villains actions, he goes from having a sword which can kill the gods and planning on using it, to kidnapping children from asgard, to oh wait now we realize he's trying to get to eternity and wish for the gods to be dead so he doesn't even have to use the sword.

I'm not an MCU fan, but I have seen most of the Thor movies, and I guess I just expected more. Like my expectations were low, but this just felt like a shallow mess trying to be deep and also have quippy one liners. It could have been interesting to look more at the relationship between gods and humans in the MCU, since apparently all the gods are there (including Quetzalcoatl, who was mentioned by name but not shown). But like, none of that really happened. So at that point why is it the plot if its not even going to be explored much.

#Eldritch IT Speaks

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I haven't caught up with DRRR but Izaya's plan to use it to make a war and enter Valhalla always made me go 🤨 when I first watched the anime

Like...OK, you're operating on the assumption/theory that a Dullahan is a Valkyrie when they have a few things connecting them in their respective lores. Big leap but fuck it ok. Even a basic bitch in Norse lore can tell if Izaya resembles anyone in Norse mythology, it's either Odin the eternal knowledge seeker or more fittingly, Loki. Loki, the trickster who yes, could/can enter Valhalla, but not because he died nobly in battle. It's because he was accepted into Odin's court and they're technically distant kin (Odin is the child of a giant and so is Loki, and every other woman the Asgardians fuck is a giant of some sort). Loki also dies in Ragnarok and before that, the gods get so sick of his shit that they chain him in a cave and have a snake continuously drip venom onto his face. I'm not sure you want to go to Valhalla if you're emulating Loki, mon frere. Not unless you're into everyone getting sick of you and fucking you up. You already have that in Ikebukuro lmao.

That almost feels like the point of the series. The connections between characters and the shit happening in Ikebukuro is already so much like a modern mythos inspired by the messy drama-filled pantheons of Norse, Roman, Greek, Irish, Egyptian, etc gods. It's why humans love those ideas of gods being just as flawed as we are, and that the real Asgard is the various friends and enemies we make along the way. The realm of gods would, if anything, probably bore Izaya compared to Ikebukuro. It feels like a goal where the whole reason he's doing it is because carrying it out and planning it is so much more fun than ever actually reaching that goal.

Also you don't need to engineer a war to get to Valhalla. Norse culture back then dictated ANY death in combat gets you there; every American to whip a baseball bat out after getting cut off in traffic and dies as a result would be able to get in. Back then you only got sent to their purgatory/hell/Hel if you died dishonorably, like of old age or illness or an accident. Also once you enter Valhalla, you're on the side of those destined to lose when Ragnarok goes down anyway.

If his motivation is explained further in the story than I'd like to know what it is, but I think I'm also taking his goals too literally lmao.

#izaya: i want to go to valhalla #ryogo narita: you have valhalla at home #.sillyshit #.drrr #.izaya #sloot's essays

[ibasae]

Sprout * Waning Hermitage - Sunday 2

Mika: Ngh~...

Shu: Don't make that deflated sounding noise!

What's gotten into you? You've been "ngh"ing nonstop since a bit ago. Don't make those obnoxious sounds.

Mika: Okay, Oshi-san~...'s just that since ya rarely ever get to come visit, I made lots of plans~?

But Oshi-san went into work mode immediately, 's a shame.

Shu: Plans...? for what?

Mika: Um.. There's a limited lunch dish at the cafe that looks real good, I wanna check it out with Oshi-san.

An' a handicrafts shop ya might like opened at the mall~ so I wanna take ya there too. An'---

Shu: Ha, that's enough of that --- did you forget why I came to Japan?

Mika: 'Course I remember~ 's for our new song, right?

But 's been so long since ya last visited, so I thought it'd be fine if we toured the city a little.

Shu: Don't waste my precious time on things like that. Other than spending bouts of time doing things like that, we could be improving the quality of our new song.

Mika: I know I know~ but we can have a little bit of fun, right?

Shu: My goodness...

(Speaking of which... I have not given Kagehira his present. I meant to give it to him after the meeting, but it'll probably lift his mood if I did it now. It might be better this way.)

(Yeah, I'll go get it from my room.)

Shu: Wait here, Kagehira. I'm going to my room to get something.

Mika: Eh? Uh, 'M fine with that...?

Shu: Um, take this, Kagehira.

Mika: Ah?! For me? What's this?

Shu: It's a gift. I saw something nice so I got it for you.

Mika: Uwah♪ 'm so happy! Thank ya, Oshi-san! Can I open it now?

Shu: It's quite alright. Use this to lift your mood and focus on the song.

Mika: Mhm, I know! Lemme see ---

Eh?! A porcelain doll?! Can I really take something this nice?

Shu: Ah, with a stroke of luck, I came across her by accident.

You've been lonely without Mademoiselle to talk to, right?

It's not Mademoiselle, but it should ease it a little.

Mika: Thank ya so much! I'll treasure her well♪

Shu: Okay, happy now? Come back here and let's talk about work.

The new song's concept is created by Kagehira, and I'm handling the stage designs... How's that coming along, Kagehira? Do you have the draft yet?

Mika: Um...I did start it, but I kinda got stuck at a bottleneck.

Shu: Humu...What has gotten you stuck?

Mika: Uh, I want this MV to have a storyline... but I can't seem to figure out what impression I want it to leave.

Hm~ I dunno... I was thinkn' something about an artist so obsessed with beauty, he trapped his lover in a piece of art? That lonely and eternal kinda beauty.

Shu: Oh, that's darker than I imagined. I thought you'd go for a lighter topic.

Mika: Uwah, is that bad... but aren't a lot of fairytales tragedies? I kinda want to create a gothic fairytale, yanno?

Shu: I'm not saying that the topics of "eternity" and "lonliness" are bad.

Every artist has the want to explore beauty in depth. Plus it fits with Valkyrie's image.

Mika: That's good. 's just that the concept is so vague--- I dunno what to do next.

Shu: I see... I understand the situation well now.

It never hurts to try. How about we expand on the concept a little...

Shu: Humu...that should do it.

Mika: Oshi-san is so cool...! You expanded us this much over an hour of conversation, now it's all clear!

Shu: That's only because I was in charge of most events before this. This is the difference having experience makes.

As for the title --- how do you like "Acanthe"?

Mika: Acc...ount?[1] What a strange word... It kinda sounds like a word in kansai dialect.

Shu: Kagehira...you have to expand your horizons. It's Acanthus in English, the name of a flower.

Mika: But why is the song called "Acanthe"? I dont really see a connection...?

Shu: The flower language for it means "art" and "technique," doesn't that fit with our theme? [2]

Mika: Ahhh, flower language! Oshi-san is so cool.

Shu: I'd prefer you get to this level yourself, rather than just praising me.

Speaking of which, now that we've decided on most things, let's start practicing tomorrow.

Look up the pronouncation of the word "acanthe"

It also means "eternity"

#shu itsuki #mika kagehira #enstars #ensemble stars #acanthe #sprout waning hermitage