#They're some of the few people in hels everyone likes

[silverskye13]

I am turning EB around in my head like a microwave and I have a couple questions:

What is EB and EX's relationship like? I know they view each other as family and EX gets EB's booth, but will we see how they interact more?

Did anyone wind up telling EB that hels!zedaph is dead? If not, does he have suspicions that he is?

and a more general Hels question (that is totally not related no siree) - what is the upkeep for the remembrance walls like?

EB and EX are on friendly terms! They previously saw each other,,, not as rivals in the traditional sense. They didn't openly attack or oppose each other. But EB viewed EX as a challenge: How do I stay distinct from my brother's shadow? Anyone looking for it would find it obvious. EB got Bigger and Louder whenever EX was around, and he used to be much bigger and much louder than he currently is. It's less that he was mean, and more that he was prideful. Becoming friends with Helsknight changed him for the better in that regard. Since he's mellowed out, he and his brother have become closer. They enjoy visiting with each other during Colosseum matches [EB will often stand with EX in the box and talk both before the events, and during intermission] and EX invites EB to a lot of parties, where they shit talk the guests together. We'll see them together once during RnS, but EB is a secondary character, and outside of the one appearance, I don't intend to have EX very involved in the story. He's kind of the unspoken god of the world: he gets a lot of mentions because he's very important to hels, but he's not very important to the plot lol.

Someone did wind up telling EB about hels!zedaph, though yes, he did suspect before he was told. EB hadn't gone looking for HZ for a reason. He didn't want to be the one to find out he was gone. If I can't see it, maybe its not really there.

And the Remembrance Wall Ramble got long so its under the cut!

[Hello future me cutting in here because I just realized you were probably talking about what individuals like EB would do to upkeep a name of a loved one. Mostly it involves regular visits. Keeping the stone clean, replacing it if it gets cracked, making sure it doesn't wear down. Nether bricks to me are a bit brittle, and the ones on the bottoms of the walls will crumble and break down over time. Most of the time, the Order of Remembrance is pretty good at getting them replaced, though they encourage individuals to do it themselves, to decorate the stones, paint or carve them, and overall keep the care personal. People will also sometimes leave gifts of food, flowers, and favored items at walls where loved ones names are kept. Walls are very colorful spots in hels, full of a lot of care.]

The Remembrance walls are, basically, graveyards. Alongside friends and family, who will make sure loved ones names are put down and remembered, the Order of Remembrance manages all Remembrance Walls in the city. We'll get into it a little in the upcoming chapters, but the Order of Remembrance church, and its knights, have a very active presence in hels. They are the cloaks seen most often roaming the streets, in twos and threes. They have regular routes they walk, with walls they are assigned to tend. They make sure the stones are stacked straight and don't fall, replace broken ones, and help people carve names. Many knights have prayer chants where they intentionally try to memorize every name on the wall. Their focus is on the idea that no helsmet is truly gone as long as some memory remains of them. They welcome helsmets approaching them with fond memories of loved ones, and will take testimony from people who know their time is coming. Their church is a glorified library and house of memorization. Part of their worship in remembrance of people is also in the remembrance of history, and they have at least one copy of every book, memoir, and journal in hels they can get their hands on. They have one private collection in the church, and one public library in hels, which they regularly update with copies of originals from the church library.

The only place outside the Order of Remembrance's domain is the shady side of town where Cleo's gangs keep the peace. For control reasons, Cleo doesn't like any opposing force on her claimed land, which includes Order of Remembrance knights. She does still have Remembrance Walls on her side of town, but they are up-kept by the people that live there as a community project. People get together once every few weeks, make food, talk about those that are gone, and make sure none of the stones are broken or stolen.

Erasing memory is a big taboo in hels, understandably. The universe is already cruel enough in taking people, and people, once taken, are woefully easy to forget [they were never meant to exist in the first place, after all]. On the sides of town where the Order of Remembrance upkeeps the walls, anyone caught stealing or destroying stones is tracked down by their paladins, and subjected to community service under close supervision. They're often roughed up in the process, but the paladins won't kill you for breaking a stone. Depending on whose stone you break, and how angry hels is that day, the same can't be said for anyone else who catches you. Repeat offenders, or people who destroy many stones at once with the express intent of erasing memory, are branded by the Order with a mark somewhere visible, normally on the hands. Anyone with that unlucky brand will see increased hostility from their peers, ostricization, lost of livelihood and home -- it's a great way to make everyone in hels hate you. Anyone on Cleo's side of town caught destroying a stone is hunted actively in the streets, and leaving her side of town will not save them. She offers high bounties for that kind of thing.

#rns asks #evil xisuma #evil beezuma #remembrance walls #hels #hels worldbuilding #aloe-vera-ghost #sorry you activated my trap card #i have a lot of thoughts on the Order of Remembrance #They're very very good guys #They're some of the few people in hels everyone likes #There is also an unspoken rule you don't mess with [attack or rob] Remembrance knights #because if you do that gives them a reason to forget you #and to make sure the world forgets you #to anyones knowledge they've never done that before #but then again -- if they did how would you know?

[hmshermitcraft]

Hels’ power is a simple one.

Simple, but effective.

He can light himself ablaze with nothing. Immune to fire, thankfully, the scorching heat and thick smoke can and has killed. The Red Knight, they call him. A terrifying villain.

It’s why his supersuit consists of Netherite, after all. He doesn’t wanna be naked after every fight! That’s just impractical!

. . .

Oleander’s (Evil Xisuma’s) power is hard to explain. It draws from the stars, from the sleep they induce, the dreams that play. When asleep, they are also awake - able to move away from their slumbering body, able to roam the earth. The stars often guide them along these nightly journeys. Giving whispers of advice, helpful both in the dark and the light.

They can’t do much with it. Spying, maybe, if it weren’t so weak. They can only move an apartment and a half away from their body. They mostly use it for the company of the stars, really.

It sucks that it’s the most they can do at all. A sick little thing, they are, struggling to breathe and get around. In and out of hospitals frequently. (Paid off by their superhero of a brother, Xisuma.)

Tonight, the stars scream - wake up, take a walk. Listen to us. You must survive.

. . .

Wormman’s power is not that impressive, but it’s easy to understand.

Super strength.

He often uses it to help in the aftermath of fights. Sure, he technically has the skill to be on the front lines, but it was never his calling. First responders need all the help they can get.

One battle ripped through a hospital, lately. Worm tries desperately to dig through the rubble, but most people he finds are too late. The people residing there were already sick, the risks of death were much higher. But even the doctors weren’t safe.

Two new people help this time, as well.

Some brown-haired guy who runs hot and a white-haired person who smells of flowers. Hels and Oleander, if Worm remembers right. Hels digs through the debris, Oleander comforts the survivors and their loved ones. It’s nice when civilians who were nearby offer to help.

Wormman knows his disregard for his own safety often puts him in danger, but he thinks it's best to accept help where he can get it. Somebody might be a villain, but if they're helping then they're helping! Wormman really doesn't think he'd be able to tackle this job alone, and it'll still take a few minutes for the emergency services to arrive.

Oleander doesn't look particularly strong, so Wormman is grateful they've found a role suitable for them. He doesn't have much time to chat and make sure anybody he finds it okay right now, and he hates that. It helps to know somebody else is looking after them. Whilst Hels approaches the rubble with an unmatched fury that's intimidating, but gets the job done.

They can't save everyone. Even Wormman knows that. But they're able to save a whole lot more than if he were on his own.

A gentle hand on his shoulder distracts Wormman from his stupor. Hours have passed without him even realising. They're starting to clear the rubble away, now, instead of searching for survivors. Wormman didn't even realise so many people were here.

The moment he stops moving, he's trembling. It's hard to even stay standing for his shaking legs. Oleander's hand is still on his shoulder, smiling and murmuring that Wormman should take a break. They look just as exhausted.

They both end up slumped beneath a charred tree in what used to be a courtyard. Hels joins them soon after, grumbling about stupid heroes and property damage and don't they care about where they're fighting? Wormman is too tired for that discussion. It's amazing the bond you build in such a short time because of something like this, because he's already drifting asleep on Hels' shoulder.

#hermitshipping #ask #hels tag #evil xisuma tag #wormman tag #wormhex #mod 🎀 #weekly theme: superpowers

[sigyn-foxyposts]

The lokissons twins head cannons!

Vali 🐺

Vali's birth name is actually Nari because Loki thought it was cute making the twins have matching names.

Not only do they sound similar but Loki thought it was fun to reference how some twins look when born: one big the other small.

Nari's name. means "feeder/nourisher"

Vali's name is unknown, but it could have something to do with valley's.

Nari likes going by Vali or Val instead of his birth name. He doesn't hate his actual name, but he just prefers it more.

Odin actually took and used Vali's name for his own son. Intentionally causing confusion between the two and wanting Vali to be forgotten when punishing loki.

Odin thought it was stupid to let Vali use another name when he was already given one. Loki did not appreciate this.

Relationships!

The other kids in Asgard like calling him Ali out of innocent fun.

Because Vali never understands who they're talking about until they tell him it. Vali finds this as annoying as it is funny.

Vali really looks up to Loki and is definitely a daddy's boy. Their chaotic nature match up after all.

He thinks Loki is super cool in whatever he is doing, even if it gives everyone else second hand embarrassment.

He also looks up to fenrir for pretty much the same reasons. I mean what isn't cool about having a giant wolf as your older brother?

Vali and Thrud are best friends, not just because their fathers are, but because they genuinely get along.

Their shared interests are: play fighting, playing make believe, exploring and collecting rocks.

Likes and dislikes:

🟢Forests, Mountains, the colors blue and green, being read/told stories, open spaces, jumping in puddles, the rain, His family, Magni because he looks out for him and Narfi, protecting others & Narfi, doing very dangerous stunts, drawing on anything, climbing on everything, wolves/dogs, bears, snakes, playing hide and seek.

🔴 Rules, Closed spaces, mud or clay, Modi because he's mean to him and Narfi, getting in trouble, being blamed for something (even if it is his fault, seeing someone get hurt/cry, heights, bugs.

Narfi 🦊

Narfi means "narrow or difficult birth"

Since Vali doesn't really use Nari as his name anymore, Narfi uses it as a nickname because he has an attachment to the name.

If it wasn't obvious, Narfi was the smaller twin out of the two and like his name suggests he came into the world with a few difficulties.

He looks very pale and sickly, he is smaller and thin in comparson with Vali and has health problems.

He tends to get sick very easily during winters too.

This is probably why he is so careful in nature compared to Vali. Who unlike him doesn't have much health problems and is a Daredevil.

Relationships!

Narfi looks up to Sigyn more than anyone else because she has always been there to care and protect him.

He knows whatever she is doing is always to make sure he is okay, which is very comforting to him.

They have a very close bond, which makes Narfi quite the Mama's boy.

Narfi also really likes Hel and Sleipnir, both being very calm and collected people.

Though he mostly favors Hel because they've gotten to bond more with her. This is because Sleipnir isn't much around.

Narfi doesn't really socialize with anyone but his family, when he does though he prefers people such as Njord, Forseti, Idunn or Bragi.

They tend to have a lot in common, especially with Forseti.

But because Loki isn't very fond of Baldr's family whenever Loki sees Narfi hanging out with Forseti he makes the hard decision of stepping in and taking his kid out of there.

Likes and dislikes:

🟢 The color yellow and brown, reading or being read to, snuggling with Sigyn or his siblings, making flower crowns, riding on his families backs, quiet environments, being around Vali, Sigyn or Hel, Summer & autumn, listening to bragi's poems or music, drawing and writing, foxes, deers, cats.

🔴Loki's behavior, being told he looks like Loki, listening to Loki's rules, winter, being sick, slipping on ice, Skadi for winter alone, Modi because he picks on him and Vali, being scared/crying easily, being around too many people, social situations, loud noisy places, mud or clay, playing hide and seek because Loki always wins.

#norse mythology #loki's kids #narfi and vali #narfi lokisson #vali lokison #headcannons #im projecting #because I'm a twin too 🥺 #my babies

[leftsidebonfire]

Western One Shot Horrors: How a Forever-DM can still make for a shitty player.

Im venting here, about what happened last night. Full context and all.

As far as this story goes, it's not the worst horror story in terms of creepy behavior, but this just happened, and it was easily the most frustrated I've ever felt while playing dnd.

For context, our dnd group plays with the main story for 3 weeks, but then the fourth week, one of the players takes a turn running a one-shot so the Forever-DM can have a break from writing and play. There are 7 of us in total and we rotate one shots so everyone gets a chance to show off their DM skill and it's always fun.

The irony of this, is that the DM is the biggest problem player that we have. I love playing in his campaign each week, but when it comes to him as a player in someone else's game, he becomes extremely annoying. I understand wanting to break free and let loose once a month, maybe cause some chaos in a fun little one shot, but I'm talking about the full murderhobo character, Every. Single. Time. He always needs to destroy the town were in by the end of it, or brutalize the enemy. There was even one time he kept interrupting the other players to butt in about how he was going to kill the villain. It's one shots, so it's never a *huge* problem, but it does get annoying.

But the biggest frustration happened just last night. The only people who have any part in this story are me, the DM for the night, and him.

B=Problem Player, playing a Fire Genasi Rogue.

I created a homebrew world for my one shot. It's themed to be the old west with cowboys and guns, and I even created homebrew subclasses for them to try out for a little extra flavor, as well as hand drawn maps, with the idea that they will finish in one city and then decide where to go, so the next time it comes around to my turn, I'll have time to plan and prepare for the city they choose to explore. I have very few rules for the game, but one of them is to play it a bit more seriously. No joke characters. To be clear, I want my characters to have fun and joke around, but just to play it a bit more seriously, like a regular campaign.

We start the game and everything is going great, the group is absolutely loving exploring my town and Gambling, but B continues to go off away from the party. It's not inherently bad at first, but it is kind of annoying when I wrangle everyone together so I can continue and he just disappears again.

B and another player try to talk to the Sheriff NPC, but he's got a certain time that he's supposed to come in, and that's later. I let them talk to a receptionist at the Sheriff's office and tell them that he's out patrolling right now and will be back in later if they're looking for him. Basically my way of saying “this quest is not available yet, go find something else to do.”

Then B decides to go try and get some money "for gambling" by doing chores around the stables, but his real plan was just to shovel horse manure over the fence so he could collect it. He takes two balls of manure, goes over to the church in town (the plot point for later, where the battle was going to take place) Lights them on fire, and hurls them at the church.

Now I had two options for what might happen at the church. If the group were to investigate, they could learn some history about the town and the door would be locked. Or, if they tried to break in or destroy the church at all, it would rouse the sheriff. The plan was that once they meet the Sheriff, he asks them to help on night watch, which then pushes them right into the next plot point where they see creepy things happening at night. If the sheriff was angry, then he would offer to sweep it under the rug if they agreed to help.

I thought I had planned for everything. Clearly, I had not.

So, I come in as the sheriff, asking him what he thinks he's doing setting the church on fire. And then I propose the deal that we can put this all behind us if B and his group can help on Night Watch.

And B is absolutely not accepting it. He argues with me for probably 20 minutes of real time. I absolutely cannot make it any clearer that he is supposed to take this plot point. I repeat myself over and over. I threaten him with a night in jail for trying to vandalize the church and burn it down? He always says “You can TRY to hold me.” All smug. I tell him his only options are either a night in prison, or night watch. He keeps trying to say I'm a bad sheriff for not being around when he went to the Sheriff's office. I explain AGAIN why the sheriff was away, and he just tries to claim that he was summoning him here and it worked.

The reason he was even TRYING to summon the Sheriff was so that the OTHER PLAYER could talk to him! Not even him! And I told him that they'd all be able to talk on the night watch and they could ask any questions they wanted. He kept arguing saying it “wasn't his decision to make.”The entire time, B kept acting like he had anything to negotiate with. As if he wasn't the one hurling FLAMING HORSE MANURE AT THE CHURCH. There was seriously nothing I could do to get this to move along. Putting my foot down didn't even work. I was holding my ground about this and he still found a way to undermine me. I just kept repeating the ultimatum of “do this quest (the plot) or you go to jail for destruction of property” and he RUNS AWAY. He runs back to the gambling hall to “bring the sheriff to where the group was.”

I really didn't want to concede to this, but I did, and I snapped at him a bit, kind of implying that the sheriff only follows him and doesn't attack him for running away because we've got a **plot** we still have to follow. (And B tells me to calm down under his breath). I push past the argument and just continue to read the plot as written but B seems really checked out for the rest of the session. He wasted probably 20 minutes of actual game time trying to argue with me about the plot and wouldn't take my No for an answer. Not once did he ever take the hint. 

Now, let me make one thing very clear. If this were a long-standing campaign, I would have been more open to it. Maybe some drama, arresting him, letting the group do a jailbreak plot. But this was a one shot. We had 4 hours to get through what I had in mind and then it was done, for good. Sometimes a bit of light railroading is necessary, and I still was trying to let people have their fun. I'd spent a month planning this one shot and putting in all my hard work, so I don't think it was too much to ask that the players follow my storyline.

I am not a professional DM. I've run a couple of one shots before and that's about it. I've been playing for years, but only rarely DMing, so I don't always have the ability to think on the fly like that. As I look back on it, I see how I could have handled it differently, like going out of character to just tell him outright that he needs to listen to me, or something like that. But I was determined to resolve it in character, thinking there was no way he would keep fighting me about this for that long. Every time I tried to get him back on the right track, he found another way around it. And not only that, he also is very bad at taking criticism in the past, so I feel like this situation would have gone bad either way. I had a million things running through my mind at that point and of course, I always think of what I could have done differently after I've had time to reflect.

I had thought I'd lost my temper, but my cousin who was also playing told me later she thought I handled it very well and I seemed calm and level headed about it. That made me feel a bit better about things. I have an entire world with 9 more cities everyone is excited to explore, but this experience has really made me not want to DM for B as a player anymore. The rest of the group was wonderful, and I really like them all. And I (usually) like B as a DM, too. But this one thing has really shown me a lot about B as a player, and if he's going to act like that, then I don't want him playing in my games just to purposely ruin them or be difficult.

He told me later he was “trying to speed things along” but all he proved to do was grind us to a completely impassable roadblock. I wish he would have just listened to me and trusted my story. I tell him “be a bit more serious for this world” and he throws around flaming horse poop and won't listen to me.

Anyway, this was honestly mostly a way to vent my frustrations, because I had been having a wonderful time that night until that useless argument kind of just ruined my fun.

#Dnd #Dnd tag #Dungeons and Dragons #TTRPG #RPG Horror Stories #Dnd Horror stories #Problem players #Dnd stories

[crypticroyals]

Ok. This might sound controversial but I need to get this out there.

Some people (not a lot and definitely not everyone) are saying it's cultural appropriation to use their or native American folklores for things outside of the native's context.

Alright I guess Greek and Norse and Japanese mythology can't ever be used again anymore guys. Remove all the fiction we have ever made. Library of Alexandria style.

Like, yes, I get the concept of not bastardizing a folk myth in the sense of like, "oh here's a w*ndigo, they're a hero!" when the creature is an embodiment of evil and represents all the negative things racist people ever associated with native Americans. Yeah I get that, but that shouldn't mean someone can't take the story and use it in their own in the right context.

That's what native America groups have done in so many different tribes. There is like 5+ different versions of the myth that are all native culture (all are Algonquian in close region iirc but still they have different things) so why can't I keep the main features that all cultures explain, use it in the same context but the lore is changed slightly to fit the story I'm representing it in?

THAT IS WHAT FOLKLORE IS

Don't get me wrong, if someone took a creature/being from folklore and made it something completely different and than tried to use the name of it, that isn't the same myth anymore and should be given a different name, not the one they tried to say was their new depiction. But that still shouldn't mean I can't use a myth. The main reason Im upset about this is because you have a small amount of people saying it's bad and shouldn't be done even if used accurately even tho pretty much every other culture does.

Norse mythology? Look at Marvel with it's Odin, Thor, Hel and Loki. Greek mythology? That existed years ago and a few modern day pagan Greeks use it outside context and allow others to use it because it's ancient stories full of culture heritage. Same with Roman mythology which is basically Greek mythology but changed for a new context and many use that. Hell we have planets named after them!

I'm not saying "take a myth and make it something no longer that myth but claim it is" because that would be super rude as it ruins what the myth ment and stood for. But things change constantly. No two versions of a myth are exactly the same. Who's to say I can't represent it in my own way? I love learning about cultures and all sorts of myths and tales and cuisines and traditions. But if people can represent Zues or a Kirin and no one bats an eye than why do some people get mad when someone uses a native spirit of greed and winter hm? I know some people of native groups prefer to not speak certain terms as they see it as taboo. The W*nd*go for example. But some do. So why can't I represent cultures in a fantasy setting? Sure the myths aren't real life and consist from cultures all over with different contexts, but if we can't use windigos why can we use fairies and elves and gnomes? Is it because those are white myths? If so that seems very rude. But I'm not sure that's what it is because we have Asian myths and Greek myths in which are used. So I suppose it's because how people back than treated Africa and the Americas. That and how some "modern" takes resemble nothing of the cultures' actually things. Like in Africa Voodoo is now some "heebe jeebies murder witchcraft" and in Algonquian cultures the windigos are now for some reason weird deer minotaurs???? Like, why are they deer now? That's a new thing now, give it a new name please.

Anyways, I do not wish for people to believe this is some angry rant about how people should be allowed to steal and bastardize cultures. Because that isn't true. That's also something wrong people really shouldn't do. But what I guess I mean by all this, is that cultures spread and change over times everywhere and so many connect and change and show heritage and history. We should love each other and other's cultures no matter differences. In the end, we're all human. We shouldn't be fighting someone who wants to make a story about some sorcerers and rogues trying to hunt down a monstrous thing of evil that has been torturing a scared town that represents native cultures. We should be fighting the people who try to make a movie about a myth for the thrill factors that completely change the myth till nothing of the old tale remains and dare to call it the same.

I'm pretty sure this won't get a lot of representation besides hate from the few I spoke about but I felt the need to at least get this off my chest and I apologize if this offends anyone no matter how.

Hopefully one day humanity can get along better than it does. 🤞💕🤝

#also my little pony has windigos in a different context and i have yet to see anyone mad about it #maybe there is some but i haven't found anything #i hope noone sees this as agressive in any way #i just love reading so much about everything and loving the connections and difences of cultures #but im so tired of being terrified to represent anything in anything #i worry about race i worry about culture i worry about accents and disabilities and diseases and so much #all because i see a few people getting so so mad at someone who wanted to share a story about a spirit outside of the big three mythologies #aka norse greek and japan #i know many people get mad at others for anything #but we should be getting along 😔 #i guess im just tired and hopeful #i try to use inspiration from things as a way to let unrepresented people that at least someone cares about who they and their people are #i hate when people try to hate on someone for being different #i hate when people think they're better than anyone else because of who their people are #i hate how i feel like im on stepstones over harsh waters because im worried i will offend someone for trying to show i love who they are #i don't wish for ill intentions on anyone and i apologize if anyone sees this as rude to them #i just hope people understand where im coming from with this and why i felt the need to share #i just want to love others cultures and show that i care #and wish to share fantasies and speculative evolution of their myths and legends in a way to connect with others and the unknown #im sorry if i upset anyone that is not my intentions at all and i apologize for repeating this #im just worried this will come off the wrong way and i end up with hate spam in my inbox #i never get inbox stuff but i hope my first ones aren't hatemail #culture #planet earth #mythology #Love of Humanity and Unity

[v01dcha0s]

Spirit guides 101 - brief introduction to working with spirit guides

Working with spirit guides is probably one of the best (imo) way to start developing your spiritual self. They know you more then anyone and so, by building a relationship with them you can get a poverful insign on yourself and your everyday life stuff. Everyone has a higher being watching over and helping them, even if we don't acknowledge them.

When I first stated working with my spirit guides, there was so little information on them, that I had to simply try everything out on myself. Please, keep in mind that those informations are based on my own experiance and thus they may or may not be accurate to your own path.

What is a spirit guide?

To put it simply, it's a higher being that was a) assign to you since birth or b) assign to you for a period of time. They could come in many numbers, shapes, forms. They can be a part of some religious or spiritual practice. They could be a deity, daemon, ancestor, souls from your past life, angel, folklore spirit, elemental spirit, spirit animal or a simple spirit (honestly, I can't think of anymore types but there is probably more). Their type doesn't influence their work but you migh have to take some different approach to different beings while working with them. Do your reaserch as much as possible.

q: my spirit guide/s tell me that their are (insert type of higher being) and then they change their identity to (insert other type of higher being). Why?

That was my first ever "wall" I ancounter while starting to work with my spirit guides, and it came to my attention that many other people have the same issue. Determinating what type of spirit is never easy at the begining. It might feel like they're just messing with you and doesn't take you seriously (it felt like to me). The answer to it is simple. You get mixed signals becouse their energy is new to yours. Imagine it like this: you found a new radio with brand new funcions that you never had experiance with. You turn it on but the wave get's distorted so you can't understand many signals. You realize it's just that the handle for changing the wave fequancy is fragile so it takes you some time to get a feel to it. Take some time and don't sweat much. Talk to them and with development of your relationship the communication will become clearer.

How to meet your spirit guide/s?

There's few options to choose from and every single one is not better from the other. If you're a begginer, try everything a little bit if you can and want to but don't push yourself to do something because it's what this post tells you to do.

Meditation - you can try guided meditation or meditate without it; usually you meet your spirit guide/s in astral plane so take your time since astral projection is not easy at the begining (there's so much more to say abt astral projection so maybe I'll write a post about it)

Pendulum - quite easy to use, just use a pendulum board with it (then your answers will be more accurate). Just hold a pendulum above the board and then ask the yes or no type question. (The board doesn't have to be from wood. I use a piece of paper)

Tarot - this could take some time if you never did tarot readings (but don't let this discourage you). You could ask them for a card that represents them or that has the same energy as them (or similar)

How to communicate with spirit guide/s?

You can use methods from above, since they are quite universal. Communication with spirit guides is not so easy at the beginning but with time it gets better. What is the key to building a solid communication and relationship with your spirit guides is consistency. Try to talk to them once a day, if you have more time then meditate etc. Ask them questions (about you or them) or ask for help/clarification if you are in need of it. Be open minded and don't push anything. Be patient.

What spirit guides are for?

Clarification

Giving signs

Answering questions (only ones that concern your person)

Passing knowledge

Comfort

Help with decision making

Good companionship

Helping with witchcraft, spells etc.

Guidance for your spiritual path

If you have any questions regarding spirit guides my askbox is open :)

Lynxys

#witch tips #spirit guidance #spirit guides #witchcraft #spirituality #witchblr #spiritualjourney #magick

[mimicry-if]

The Co-Worker, Elise/Elijah/Eli Mergersa (El-eeze/Eh-lie-jah/El-ee Mer-ger-sa) (all versions nicknamed Ellie) [F/M/NB]: They’re your closest co-worker, and live in the same company-provided apartment as you. You probably wouldn’t call them your friend, but their presence at the office does provide a familiar comfort. Ellie is naturally calm, but not indifferent. Their logical persona is what probably got them hired. Order matters to them, but only because it benefits everyone live peacefully, and definitely not because they're scared of authority figures such as, let's say, Orenic.

If on the romantic route: Friends to Lovers (theme: trust, reliance)

Appearance: Ellie is 187 cm/6 ft 2 in tall. They are of Ethiopian descent (Oromo people). Their eyes are a dark brown. They have a rich, earthy brown skin tone. Their hair is often worn naturally; Elise’s afro scrapes her neck while Elijah and Eli’s afro is just above their ears. They have a solid body with a little bit of a chubby tummy, and despite being tall, they're light on their feet.

The Scientist, Tarali Bhujel (Ta-ra-lee Bu-jyal) [F]: She’s one of the few that knew about your existence. All Tarali's ever known is Orenic—after all, her parents worked for them, and that's what prompted her to become a scientist. Although not ignorantly stubborn, Tarali has firm beliefs she lives by, and truly thinks that her work is important. You heard her walk into your office, and you'll never forget the determined clicks of her shoes.

If on the romantic route: Strangers to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers (tensions ooh)

Appearance: Tarali is 173 cm/5 ft 8 in tall. She is of Nepali descent. Her eyes are a dark brown. She has a warm, russet-brown skin tone. When she smiles, Tarali has deep dimples. Her hair is a wavy black, reaching down to the waist. She often wears it up (in a bun/claw clip). Tarali has pierced ears; a simple earlobe piercing. She has a soft body type, and legs that make her look taller than she actually is. She has a faint, thin healed scar on her right hand from a bicycle accident when she was 9.

The Other, ??? [F/M/NB] (B2): They’re like you, in the sense that they are literally made by the same company. Not much is known about them.

If on romantic route: Strangers to Friends to Lovers (theme: kinship, first love)

Appearance: B2 is 178 cm/5 ft 10 in tall. They look of Turkish descent. Their eyes are a light brown. They have a tanned, cool beige skin tone. B2's caramel brown hair is slightly wavy, and in a time of bad judgement, cut it into a mullet-type style that reaches down to their collarbones. They have straight, toned body type. Orenic wasn't very creative with their android models before you.

The Spy, Haesoo Shin (Hae-soo Shin) [M]: He’s also working for Orenic, but he’s got a secret. Haesoo is part of an organization that seeks to stop whatever scheme Orenic has planned before the whole company goes downhill. His demeanor toward you is cold, but he seems to get along with the other employees just fine. You saw him once, leaving work, and he was chatting lively with some girl, too. What's his problem?

If on the romantic route: Enemies to Lovers (read: lots of regret tm)

Appearance: Haesoo is 183 cm/6 ft tall. He is of Korean descent. His eyes are dark, dark brown (appears black). He has a warm ivory/beige skin tone. Haesoo keeps his straight, black hair short, and its fluffyness is often kept back with gel (although most of the time, it doesn't work). He has a lean muscular body.

The Haywire, Ángel Valletta (Ahn-hel Val-le-tah) [NB] (A1): They’re also an android, but they’ve gone rogue. As the very first prototype of the project, Angel's seen a lot more and knows a lot more than they should, and they plan to use it to their advantage. In fact, you probably wouldn't know Angel was robotic if you happened to pass by them in the street. Have fun trying to figure them out.

If on romantic route: Strangers to Lovers (idiots in love psssst)

Appearance: Ángel is 170 cm/5 ft 7 in tall. They look of Colombian-Italian descent. Their eyes are a dark hazel color, although sometimes it looks green, depending on the light. They have tanned, olive skin with slight freckles. Their curly hair is cut to their shoulders, and layered. Angel has a tattoo of the name “Maria” beneath their left collarbone. Their body is rectangular, much to their dismay, and is very average.

All characters above are set to be in their late 20's (Ellie, Tarali: 28, Haesoo: 29) to their early 30's (Angel: 31, B2: 30).

All romance routes have elements of Forbidden Love.

top, left to right: Haesoo, Tarali, Angel, B2 (for all versions)

bottom, left to right: Elijah, Elise, Eli

Please keep in mind that these are not accurate representations of their faces, and many details (scars, hair, etc) are left out (Artbreeder is limited and tedious to use). These portraits are just vague pictures of what they may look like + to provide skin tones. In addition to these portraits, please also use the text descriptions above to help visualize the characters' appearances.

#mimicry if #mimicry game #ellie mergersa #tarali bhujel #haesoo shin #angel valletta #b2 #will probably update from time to time depending on how the drafts go #but!! tentative character sheet <3

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get a story, about the first time felix found out pepa was on her period, say they're about 18 (can be smut or no smut whichever you'd like to do)

Oh Félix is the BEST for this-hold up, I gotchu.

"That was. Ugly."

"It wasn't THAT bad!"

"You called Mr.Ramerez a 'donkey faced, little dicked asswipe'. Then you hit him with lightning."

Pepa threw her hands up in the air as she walked with Félix down the hallway, uncertain about how to respond. Pepa had been more reactionary than usual today, and it worried her boyfriend. He was pretty much the only one allowed to talk to her today, even Julieta got a furious storm cloud when she tried to trade lunches with her.

"He took away ten points because I forgot the date on my paper! He's lucky I didn't call him worse!"

"You're lucky he didn't expell you. It's the last week of school, can't you try to behave?"

"I don't know, Félix, I'm just. Not okay today. Everyone makes me angry today and I just-"

She stopped, and Félix noticed her fists clenched tightly. He thought it was anger, but the scowl on her face, alongside the rather weak looking cloud over her head, let him know it was pain.

"Woah, you okay? What happened?"

"I'm. F-fine. A leg cramp. That's it."

Félix scowled as she kept trying to walk ahead, rather stiffly. He caught up to her in a second, worry all over his features.

"No it's not. When you have a leg cramp, you swear your head off."

"I'm fine. That's it."

"Pepa, don't hide things from me, please. I just want to help-"

Reaching for her hand was a mistake. She whipped around to face him, the booming thunder only illuminating her angry face.

"I'M ON MY FUCKING PERIOD. YOU HAPPY NOW?!"

She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth as she realized she screamed that. Not just at Félix, but at a few quickly scattering people in the hallway. Félix frowned. No wonder her temper had been extra hot today.

"Is that the problem? Why couldn't you tell me?"

Félix carefully guided her past some lockers, to give her SOME privacy. She wouldn't look at his eyes as he held onto her shoulders.

"I didn't want you to think I was gross, or to ask 'are you really angry or is it just your period', or snap at you like I literally just did-"

Félix leaned down to kiss her forehead. Just to get her to stop thinking, for a moment.

"Pepi, I'd do none of those things. I have three sisters, I know what goes on during a period. Did your other boyfriends say and do those things to you?"

Pepa nodded. Of course. That was the only thing he disliked about Pepa having MANY boyfriends in the past; none of them treated her right. Pepa was confident in many things, but all it took was words from someone you loved, to make you vulnerable. He sighed, and knelt down a bit so he could meet her eye level.

"I understand what you need. Come on, let's get you home and-"

"Ah ah ah. Detention first, young lady."

Before Félix could react, her hand was grabbed by a teacher, and she was escorted to the detention classroom. One look at her sad eyes, and he knew what he had to do.

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Everything ached. From the stupid homework she couldn't focus on, from the sprinkling cloud over her head, to the stupid way the teacher wouldn't share his cookies. She was absolutely starving and it hurt to move too much. She thought about maybe sleeping on this cold, hard desk, when the door suddenly swung open.

"Señor! You have to come quick!"

"What is it, Agustín? I'm busy-"

"There's fighting in the court yard! It's Mateo!"

"Ugh, that boy. Pepa, you are to NOT come out this door. Agustín, show me."

The teacher ran out with Agustín in tow, leaving her alone. Least, that's what she thought. She heard a knock at the window, and there was Félix, hanging onto the tree with one hand, knocking on the window with the other. She struggled for a second at the sight, but went up to open it.

"What are you doing?!"

"Busting you out! Agustín can only distract him so much, come on!"

She trusted Félix enough to take his hand and help pull her out, but she was still plenty confused. He was so gentle with her, helping her up the tree, and catching her as she came back down. Félix grabbed her things, and walked her to not to her house, but his own. He tried to sneak her upstairs, but his mother, who was in the kitchen, had the ears of a bat.

"Hold up little man- why are you both not at school?"

Félix flinched for a second, but her face immediately softened upon seeing Pepa. Félix wrapped an arm protectively around her, and spun a tale of woe.

"It was awful, mami! They tried to keep her in detention while she's on her period! And she was just suffering-I don't even think they let her use the bathroom!"

Pepa nodded at his words, and his mom just melted like butter on a pan. She came out of the kitchen, holding onto her face tenderly.

"Oh you poor thing! Imma give that school a piece of mind. How about I make you something to eat, baby?"

She didn't want to impose at all, really she didn't. But she was absolutely craving so much, she couldn't help herself.

"Tamales? I know they take a while, but-"

"Nonsense! I'll get on it. Félix, you know what the poor girl needs."

"Course, I have a change of clothes for her here already."

"Good boy."

She patted his head before going back into the kitchen. Félix guided her upstairs to his room, and dug through his dresser for the outfit she always kept here. She stood there awkwardly, a bit unsure about how she should be feeling right now.

"Félix?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you pull me out of school? You know mami isn't going to be happy."

"Doesn't matter. I love your mom, but I'm not in love with her. I'm in love with you. It's why I brought you to MY house, to use MY shower. Not your mamá's. Then, you can take a nap till it's dinnertime. I got a hot towel with your name on it too."

He turned to look at her, and chuckled. She knew she was making that big, stupid, lovesick look at him. But she couldn't help it. He was so...sweet to her.

"You're doing all of this...just because you love me?"

"You say it like it's a small thing. My love for you is anything but. Now come on, let's get you comfortable."

He guided her to the bathroom, and even turned the water on till it was just right. She couldn't help but gawk at him, and realize, for some reason, she wanted to open her heart out to him.

"Félix?"

"Yes?"

"I know this might be...gross. But can you take a shower...WITH me?"

He turned his head to look at her, confusion over his features.

"Why would showering with you be gross?"

"Because I'm...bleeding. And I'll bleed all over the drain and-"

"Oye, you gonna take a shower with your hombre, or we just gonna talk all day?"

Suddenly she was just. So excited. She took off her clothes quickly, leaving everything littered on the floor, and taking his hand as he stepped into the shower. She felt her face mist, despite the running water.

"Your mother had this in mind when she said 'knowing what I need?'"

"Eh, it was implied. Now let me kiss you, you look pretty all wet~"

She let herself be kissed once, twice, thrice, till her head felt all dizzy. Then, to her surprise, he slid one of his hands up her thighs, till he was slowly rubbing at her pussy. She gasped in surprise as she grabbed onto his hand, but did nothing to stop him.

"Félix! What are you-"

"I want you to know I'm not scared of something so natural. So I'm going to sit here, kiss that pretty, wet skin of yours...and finger you till you cum for me."

She felt her nails dig into his shoulders as he had her pressed up against the shower wall. Blood truckled down his palm, but she paid it no heed. Not when his fingertips were curling inside of her so nicely, damn near making her see stars.

"M-mierda Félix...You're so good to me~"

"My girlfriend deserves it. She deserves everything."

"Including you?"

"Heh. Si, including me. Now don't hold back with those nails, mami~"

#not transformers #asks #encanto #lemon #we all need a Félix bf on our period #seriously my dude pampers tf out of this bitch #also can we appreciate bro Agustín #they both just agree whatever stupid shit they gotta do for their girls- and they're on it

[kira--romanova]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. everyone calls me by my nickname irl anyways so I go by Hel on here as well (whenever people call me Helena I think they're mad so)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬. she/they

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. discord absolutely

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬). Kira, then Rae Cohen & Alicent Hightower on my multi

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞/𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬/𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?). I was pretty active on google+ since 2012 - 2019 when it shut down (rip) and started writing on tumblr july '22 so round up to 10 years because I wrote on discord for some time during the g+ - tumblr gap

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. google+ , discord , tumblr

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. I don't remember a lot from the g+ days and here the fantasy football discord server ( tldr don't let a european bimbo near anything sport related ) and all the screaming over Eris & Kira has been pretty fun too.

𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 / 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬. Drama and callout posts. And it just annoys me when people don't put smut under read more, like I don't mind it it's just like not infront of my salad mannnn

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. A spicy mix of everything but anyone that plotted with me knowsss I love me some soul crushing crying on the bathroom floor angst

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. Either or honestly

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. I would much rather spend more time on a reply that's a few paragraphs long than write fifteen one liners. But, whatever works for people ya'know

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. really late at night, like after 2 am until the sun rises. I'm at my most productive naturally, or in the morning because that's when I take my meds and I'm just focused because of that for a while

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬). To an extent. On one hand, I feel like we have a similar view of the world. On the other hand we're both deeply stubborn creatures and it would be on sight during the first hour we had to spend together. We're both confrontational fire signs that's that lmaoo

tagged by: @arkhampsych (tyy <3)

tagging: @hearthofvesta @atimebomb @nahkess @masquenoire

#╭──╯ . . . . . ⋆ ★ dash games.

[hearmeoutno]

Chapter 7: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab (pt.2)

This is a wild ride! Enjoy some more Mack lore <3

Here's part 1 if you missed it!

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(33:36)

Nancy opens the door to her house, leading everyone inside. They all inspect the slimey vines that are covering the floor, climbing the walls and ceiling.

"Wow, I thought you were supposed to tidy up before showing guests around. Expected more from you, Wheeler."

Robin and Nancy let out a laugh while Eddie is really invested on the vines.

"What's even the purpose of these? Is he expecting people to constantly roam this place"

"Come on. I don't wanna stay here longer than we have to."

They all follow Nancy upstairs and to her room, except for Steve. He stops halfway up the flight of stairs, looking around him in confusion. No one noticed though, they're to busy wondering where Nancy keeps her guns.

As she opens her closet door, she grabs a box from the top shelf and brings it over to her desk. Opening it swiftly to find... shoes?

"Those aren't guns."

"Did you macgyver them into guns?"

"These heels are pointy, but I was hoping for a deadly projectile."

"I don't understand."

Why would the guns not be there? She always kept them there, why aren't they there then?

"Maybe you left them somewhere else."

"There's a six-year-old in the house. I know where I keep my guns."

Mack gestures to her nose, feeling of it's still there. She almost bit it off with that answer. We all want to get out of here but chill out Nance!

"And also, I threw these away years ago."

As she's wondering where they are, her eyes drift to her desk where a few flashcards are laying. Why would she be studying? As she remembers showing them to Steve 3 years ago, it slowly starts to make sense.

"I get that grades are important to you, but perhaps studying can wait till we get out?"

"These are from sophomore chemistry. And this... this wallpaper, this is old wallpaper. And this mirror, this went to a yard sale."

"I get that your interior design is anything but tasteful but can we get to the point?"

As she's running around her room, frantically, listing why things don't make sense, she eventually stops when she opens a book and reads it.

"What is it?"

"Nancy? You're freaking me out."

"I think the reason that my guns aren't here is because they don't exist yet."

"They don't... exist?"

"They just vanished in thin air, huh?"

"This diary should be full of entries. It's not. The last entry is November 6, 1983. The day Will went missing."

They all stand in silence for a second, you can almost hear the gears turning in their head but Mack is the first to speak up.

"So that means, the day this Will kid went missing, is the day the upside down got created? And it's stuck in the past?"

Nancy looks at Mack and nods, that's when they hear Steve scream.

"Dustin! Dustin!"

They all rush downstairs, wanting to know what the fuck wrong is with Steve.

"Dustin! Can you hear me? Dustin! Du- Hello? Hel... Hello?"

"Maybe he really does have rabies."

"Or these particles are getting to him."

Mack and Robin look at eachother and burst out laughing, Steve is just out of his mind!

"Hello! Hello?"

"Steve, what are you doing?"

"Hello!"

Mack waves at him, she knows he's not shouting hello at her but she's trying her best to crack some jokes here, give her a break.

"He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like... he's in the walls or something. Just listen. Dustin. Dustin! Dustin!"

As Steve runs around again, Mackenzie runs after him, puts both hands on his shoulder and looks him right in the eyes.

"Steve, what the fuck did you take?"

But then, she heard it. She heard his voice. The voice of the kid who keeps nagging him to actually participate in their campaign instead of watching and listening to music. Dustin Henderson, Dustin "we believe you, you're not crazy" Henderson.

That's when they all start calling his name, looking around for any sort of contact.

"All right, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag."

"Probably the latter, stevie."

Mack really doesn't know what they're looking for and how they can even hear him! The structural side of this realm is stick in the past but some audible sides aren't?

"Will found a way."

"What?

"Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights."

"Lights?"

"Yeah."

"So our current plan is to start a whole fucking light show? We're not abusing the power of my flashlight okay? He's important to me..."

"You're seriously getting attached to a flashlight?"

"Eddie, do me a favor and look around in this hellscape and tell me you wouldn't."

"Touché"

"Guys, stop bickering. You seeing this?"

Steve says, while painting at some orange sparkly particles around a light fixture. As Mack shines her flashlight on it, the particles become more vibrant and she's the first to go stand under the light to reach up and touch it. It's a weird feeling, its wet but soft and warm, something unlike anything she's felt before.

The particles light up against her touch and she expects her actions to light the bulb on the other side, or at least make it more prominent. Soon the groups forms around her, staring in disbelief at this magic. After Mack retreats her hand, they all go in to touch the the magic around the light.

"It. Tickles."

"It kinda feels good."

"It feels like I'm high on weed, without needing to be high on weed."

"Does anyone know Morse code?"

"Wait, does SOS count? Is that, is that good."

While Eddie works his Morse magic, they all stare at the lights, in hopes of them picking up the signal.

"It's working."

...

(48:35)

"Come on. Come on."

They're all waiting in Nancy's room infront of a lite brite in hopes of making contact with the normal world again. Everyone is hunched around the bed, except for Mack. She's full on laying on the bed, exhausted from a stress and run filled day. I mean seriously, how can they survive this long without a break and a glass of water?! Okay, Mack doesn't have the best physical condition, but what do you expect from someone who can't go a day without a cigarette and maybe some wine on a good day?

~okay you guys seeing this?~

That genius fuck Dustin, what a kid that is. Nancy puts her hand in front of her and the orange particles are back. They all sigh in relief and Mack is ready to just cry right now, already looking forward to a warm bed instead of a boat and some sweet Marlboros

~We're not moving it, but we're gonna unplug it. Stand by.~

~okay, try it now.~

Anxiously, Nance moves her hand again, writing 'hi' in seemingly mid-air, but those damn particles are saving the day.

~That worked!~

They all cheer! After what seems like hours of being in this place they can get out, and get out fast! Mack is half on sobbing right now, while Steve and Eddie happily grab each other's shoulder, looking deep into the other's eyes.

"Hi!"

"Okay. Um..."

While Robin keeps chuckling from relief, Nancy carefully spells 'stuck', everyone agreeing when they hear the kids get their message right, Eddie happily bouncing his head front and back.

~uh, you can't get back through Watergate?~

"What the hell's Watergate?"

"The gate we went through in the water. 'Cus it's in water, and a gate? The kid's smart Steve-o!"

Everyone murmurs some words that Mack is to exhausted for to care about, before Nancy spells out 'guarded'

~okay, euh, Watergate's guarded!~

"Perfect. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Eddie and Mack are full on giving this boy an applause!

~We think we have a theory that can help with that.~

"Someone get this child a Nobel prize."

"Yes."

"Genius child."

~We think Watergate isn't the only gate. That there's a gate at every murder site.~

"Does anybody understand what he's talking about?"

"No."

"No idea."

"I mean... kind of?"

"Talk to me, Mack."

"He's talking about murder sites, so where vecna killed people. He kill that guy where Watergate formed, so there must be one where Chrissy dead and the other kid. Uh, Ed, your trailer isn't that far right?"

"Seven miles."

"Nancy? Uh, I know this house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven't you always had bikes?"

...

(53:09)

They're all biking through frozen-in-time-upside-down Hawkins, Mack biking with Robin on the baggage carrier, Mack's legs were too long and would hit the ground if the places were switched.

"Is this a bad time to say I feel like im going to pass out the moment I get rest?"

...

(1:07:30)

As Eddie leads the group to his trailer, the rest can't help but see a ton of creatures surrounding Vecna's house. Mack just gave up on any sensory input, focused on staying awake and only that.

"Right here."

They eventually get to Eddie's trailer and they throw their bikes on the ground.

"That's gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled interdimensionally."

"Just inhaled a bunch of that crap. It's stuck in my throat."

Mack's mind is just blank right now, her only objective being 'get back home'. To be honest, she would rather get arrested than deal with this hell. She enters the trailer and looks up at the ceiling, there it is. Earth hole 2.0. Mack just stares right in front of her, not paying attention to anything.

"Goddamn."

"This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died."

Eddie notices Mack's lack of response and shakes her shoulder.

"Hey Mack? Everything all right?"

But all she can force out is a barely audible

"No..."

Then, she puts her hand on top of Eddie's which remains on her shoulder, as the group watches the portal shudder and bulge up.

"I think there's something in there."

"What the hell is that?"

Right then, a wooden stick pierces through the portal, everyone but Mack yelps and takes a step forward. They all walk towards the hole in the ceiling, Steve being the first to reach it.

"No way."

They see the kids, these Dustin laugh.

"Hi there!"

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Holy shit, this is trippy."

"Bada-bada-boom!!"

...

(1:12:59)

The kids drag the mattress out of Eddie's bed, some questionable stains painting the top of it. And tie sheets together to make a rope for them to climb.

"Those stains are, uh... I dunno what those stains are."

"Mmm."

"Not quite sure how these physics work. But, uh... here goes nothing."

Dustin throws the sheet-rope up  aiming for the portal and gets it perfectly in, the rope on the other side almost magically falling down.

"There we go. And if my theory is correct..."

Dustin let's the rope go, and it works! A barrier between worlds, with sheets tied together in between them

"Huh. Abracadabra."

"Holy shit."

"All right, pull on it! See if it hold!"

Robin hangs on the sheet and... son of a bitch it's staying in place! Dustin laughs, blown away by the phenomenon before him.

"This is the craziest shit I've ever seen in my life. And I've seen some crazy shit."

Dustin and Erica high five, while Eddie looks at Mack.

"We should get her out first I don't know what's wrong with her but it's not good."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know Steve, I just know that she needs help asap, or even just sleep. She needs something at least."

Mack tries her best to climb up the rope, with a lot of help and support from her friends. Huh, friends. Yes, they're her friends! They've been to hell and are about to go back together, she thinks they deserve to be called her friends.

Near the ceiling she had to climb a tiny bit by herself. Rummaging all the power she has left she pulls herself up, and once she passed the threshold she falls ontop of the mattress with a small scream, finally back in the normal world.

"Mack what Happened to your shirt?"

Only after Max asked that, she remember that she probably should've stolen a shirt from Nancy's room. Not a quite flattering return to be on a stained mattress surrounded by kids and half your shirt missing because your friend has it around his waist.

"Steve happened."

Mack rolls out of the way and just lays on the floor for a good second, waiting for the rest of her friends to join her in the downside-up.

Robin is the one to follow, dropping down and making a perfect landing.

"Thank God. That was fun."

After a minute of staring at Steve, Eddie gives in.

"All right, guess I'll go."

"All right."

Eddie tumbles down, almost doing a few flips.

"That *was* fun. Shit."

He quickly goes to sit next to Mack, handing her the flashlight and gets up to get some water for her.

"See you on the other side."

"On the other side."

But... Nancy didn't get to the other side.

"Nancy. Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Nancy! Hey! Nancy, wake up! Wake up! Nancy!"

"Vecna."

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Anyways ty all so much for reading, feedback is always encouraged!

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#gay #lesbian #lgbtq #oc #rewrite #st oc #st vecna #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington × eddie munson #they are so gay omfg #nancy wheeler

[quaranmine]

im not into hermitcraft, not even the slightest bit, but i logged off of tumblr for 3 days to return to the hermitcraft world being lifted towards the moon??? That grows big?? ?And theres a cult??? Around the moon???? Big Moon???? Something about a company too??? I think they hate the glare guy. he looks like he has zero thoughts constantly.. .But why sleep deprived skins??? Do yall need therapy holy shit-

(btw ur not obligated to explain, im just so lost and i think its very funny not knowing any of the context)

oh anon 😭 this is so funny here I'll try to give a short breakdown. if you want to continue to not know context you can skip it. honestly you may end up more confused anyway though!! yes the hermitcraft server is going through it and it seems we're hurtling towards the apocalypse at a rapid pace. it may possibly happen next week. multiple people are, like, fleeing the planet since it seems doomed. so:

1. Moon is big because it is moving closer to earth. It seems like it will crash into the server.

1a. Tango is trying to set off an explosion on the moon to put it back in its original orbit. mumbo wanted to blow up the moon but failed.

1b. keralis is inexplicably in space and has been for months despite being seen by the server more recently than that, and i for one am really interested in knowing if this is like, a hallucination? or a clone? or an alien? is keralis just Like That? bdubs can also apparently travel to space regularly. this is not explained

2. The moon being so close is affecting gravity. Everyone seems to have permanent flow falling and jump boost. The blocks that were being picked up and dropped back down are now just flying off into space and not returning so the ground is littered with holes (although not really from an out-of-story perspective). there's also a lot of earthquakes. basically, it looks and feels like the world is literally disintegrating around them

3. the Mooners is a...group (cult) created by Mumbo worshipping "The Great Lunar Neighbor." Mumbo was convinced that they had angered the moon by sleeping the night away, and that if they all stayed awake they would please the moon.

4. hence, the sleep deprived skins of everyone who joined the mooners who didn't sleep for days. also, they made the phantoms laugh and recorded hallucinations for each other. they are dedicated to the bit. impulse built a sanctuary for the phantoms since they're "friends." pearl is having a sleepover <3

4a. the one who wants bdubs (glare guy) dead is scar. he only joined the mooners so he could specifically murder bdubs. bdubs is known for always sleeping ASAP (the exact thing the mooners is against) but i think scar would have murdered him no matter what because he's just Like That

4b. cub thinks one of the paintings in the game (a moon with a flaming skull) is a prophecy, apparently. also scar is being a perfect little scamming capitalist and fleecing everyone in exchange for getting on a rocket to escape the planet

5. there's also a mind controlling moon rock that ren and doc have been killing hermits and sacrificing their heads to it. also, the hermitcraft server may be a simulation according to ren and doc's lore. frankly I don't think I could explain hermatrix lore to you but it's an arg basically that is being solved by the community as episodes release and seems to influence this lore

6. the moon being closer also seems to be interfering with evil xisuma's magical powers, causing xisuma to start to break free from mind control he's been under all season? at least based on what I hear on tumblr, im not caught up on X right now. basically the whole evil empire is yet another plot thread woven in that connects in places! also there was an animation on one of X's videos a few months ago with some hels (evil) hermits in it and I'm still wondering about that too

7. i don't think i even have to answer this they ALL need therapy. we all need it too

#reading what i wrote. this genuinely sounds insane #btw this has all escalated within the past month and a half. looking where we came from with normal mc to...THIS is so wild #hermitcraft #quara asks #cult tw #unreality tw #also i know u said i didnt have to explain but i think it was most entertainign to lay out exactly everything deranged that is happening #that i can remember off the top of my head

[theminecraftbee]

Helluuu! New Hermitcraft watcher here. Speaking of Watchers, would you be so kind as to explain what they are, and what they have to do with Grian? I keep seeing this word in fanfics, and it thoroughly confuses me. Love and thanks!

don't worry about not knowing what watchers are! they are - and this is key - not remotely canon to hermitcraft. they're popular in fanon but they are not at all canon to hermitcraft and not a requirement to know in order to enjoy hermitcraft and grian in general.

but, okay - the watchers come from an old series grian was in, called evo. i have not watched evo so take my statements with a grain of salt. in evo, the watchers were a few things. they were ambiguous figures who would challenge the players, punish them when they were being bad (grian was often a target here), and left cryptic angel-looking statues places. at the end of grian's own run of evo, the evolutionists fought the ender dragon. grian ended up alone, fighting the dragon, and at the end of the fight, became a watcher himself.

this is where the important fact of "watchers were intended in many ways to be an audience stand-in, and grian leaving the series and becoming a watcher is a very on-the-nose statement about the fact that he was no longer a part of evo, and was joining the audience" comes in. (you'll note that when i do stuff with watchers i mostly play with this meta aspect, because that's the part i personally find interesting.)

there is some further thing about the listeners, which appear to be some faction in rebellion against the watchers i think, that happens in jimmy's evo series.

for a while, that's what the fandom had. a fic got very popular in 2019-ish called "and the universe shifts", which played with the watcher concept, and invented a lot of the fanon the fandom uses. in that fic, grian escaped the watchers, who are explicitly evil, and the watchers come back to get him. that's also where the common fanon design of "purple wings and the mask with the evo symbol on it" comes from. it's also where the most common incarnation of "the watchers are evil and grian had to escape from them and is very traumatized" comes from. the fandom has since expanded and iterated on that a lot, and not every version of this has its roots in atus! but a lot of common watcher fanon comes from there.

then for a while watchers were still just fanon, until the end of last life. in third life and last life, martyn's series featured a mysterious, malicious voice that was trying to help him win/get him to do things that were wrong. at the end, it was revealed that, in martyn's canon, this voice was some kind of watcher. it made reference to grian being a watcher, as well as martyn and jimmy's listener thing. it also stated that third life/last life was basically a trap, so that the watchers could feed off the suffering of the players. (i think, this is another thing i haven't actually watched in full yet. i mained joel and cleo in last life i mostly just heard about martyn's whole thing second hand,)

its worth noting, however, that martyn did this on his own, and the hermits have long had a history of "what is canon for one of us isn't necessarily canon for all of us". see, that clip of cleo basically saying "yeah the hermatrix stuff isn't canon for me" (not in those words but that was the intent). so it's kind of mostly... semi-canon to last life/third life?

and this is where i remind everyone that last life/third life is also only semi-canon to hermitcraft - they've made references but no really strong ones and not everyone has made references to it.

so, yes, anyway: that's what watchers are and how they relate to grian! here's my final statement that this is fanon, not canon (although, rather like a lot of the hels hermits stuff, people treat it as fully canon in a way it is not). which isn't like, a way to say its bad, i like doing stuff with the watcher stuff too, i just like drawing that line because sometimes i very much DON'T want to do stuff with the watcher stuff, so clarifying that its fanon is helpful to me in that regard.

i hope this helps!

#answered #i am not the best person to ask this #i still haven't watched evo and mostly only play with the watcher stuff to either play with meta nonsense #or to add a little bit of flavor when i am making all the hermits eldritch of some kind #so i'm like. REALLY not the best lore person to ask about this

[rayveewrites]

I am not immune to the Hels Hermits brainrot, it seems.

So because I apparently love giving myself big writing projects, I've decided to essentially writing the entirety of the Scattered AU. Every Hermit, plus a few extras: two mystery characters, Evil X, Helsknight, and this fella. HesitateVS, the living embodiment of ImpulseSV's worst personality traits and moral failings. Or something.

Because he's the only original character (or the closes to one, or whatever) that'll be involved in Scattered Across the Map, I figured I should probably introduce him.

Infodump, both for the world of Hels and for the personality and history of Hesitate, is, as always, under the cut to avoid clogging people's dashboards:

(Wait, what do you mean there's a limit to how long posts can be?! You mean I have to reblog with the rest?!)

Hels is not a good place. Contrary to popular belief, it isn't just The Nether But Worse Somehow- it has Overworld resources and mobs in there too! (So what if all the normally harmless mobs can and will kill you?) There's even water! (Ninety-seven percent of the time it's poisoned) Hels is entirely underground, and the vast majority of its inhabitants have never seen the sky- some aren't even aware such a thing exists. Another thing about Hels: there is no Admin. What happens in Hermitcraft is often reflected in Hels- including members. While Hermits can come and go as they please, the Helsmits are essentially stuck where they are. So when a player leaves the Hermitcraft Server, their Hels equivalent... loses the ability to respawn. Yeah. The Helsmits don't know this- and, presumably, neither do the Hermits- as far as they're concerned, it's random and unpredictable. Denizens appear and disappear, and none of them are entirely sure why. The thing is, while things match up, they're not necessarily 1:1. So, while GenerikB was happy to pass admin status on to Xisuma when he left, Hels!Generik... didn't even know his time was limited. And, even if he had, he wouldn't give power to another player. In Hels, that sort of thing's a terrible idea. Fast-forward a few years. Hels has physically collapsed in on itself- twice- and the Hermits are in the middle of Season 3. Evil Xisuma, Hels!Mumbo, and (Tango equivalent) Disco hit on the utterly horrible idea of trying to bring (their) Generik back from the dead. They steal books from AngelCleo, navigate the complete headache that is bluestone (which is like redstone but worse in every conceivable way), perform the ritual, aaaand... It doesn't work. Or, more accurately, it does work, just not in the way it was supposed to. Instead of Generik, they get a fairly average-looking dude, dressed in a t-shirt and cargo pants, named HesitateVS. Hesitate is confused- who are these people? Where is he? And he's pretty sure he hadn't existed before now, but he knows how to build and fight and do bluestone and basic survival skills and that he can't trust anyone and that he fears death. Disappointed with their failure, the three more established Helsmits leave; the only guidance any of them give the new player is Disco pointing him in the general direction of wood. So Hesitate is on his own at the ripe old age of about ten minutes. He goes through the motions- wood, stone, iron, food. He learns to navigate the treacherous terrain, to avoid... uh... literally everyone, to carve out a living in the rocky walls. He learns, he adapts, and he's about three weeks old when he accidentally gets caught deep inside AngelCleo's territory. A thing about Angel: like her Hermit counterpart, she's completely insane. Unlike her Hermit counterpart, it's not in a fun way. So Hesitate has to run from an axe-wielding maniac- with wings- and while he's reasonably strong he's also Just Some Human, being chased by a literal angel. Fun. Hesitate digs down once he's gotten enough distance to do so, and he tunnels for a while. Angel either gets bored or gets distracted, because she seems to give up pretty quickly. Hesitate continues to burrow, until he digs into a small, abandoned room. It's not a normal room- far from it. It might have been a temple at one point, all quartz and emeralds and gold. It's circular, with the only entrance being where Hesitate busted through the wall. There's an altar in the middle, and on the altar floats what appears to be a Totem of Undying. Now, it's worth noting that, at the time, Totems of Undying didn't exist, and as such Hesitate had no idea what he was looking at. It's also worth mentioning that it was floating, above an altar, in a hidden room, and presumably had been for a while. Grabbing it would probably be a pretty terrible idea, considering the bit where everything in Hels was designed to kill you. Now, in Hesitate's defence, he's only existed for about three weeks. He grabs the totem.

#Hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanart #Hesitate #HesitateVS #OC #kinda? #Impulse #ImpulseSV #(sort of) #Helspulse #Hels!Impulse #Evil Impulse #(not really that evil) #Is there a specific term for him? #Hels Impulse #Maybe? Yes? No? #This has gotten so much longer than I was expecting. #I've never hit post length limit before. #Wow. #buckle up buckaroos I've already got this all written out I just have to post it. #Rayvee actually Writes

[lokeanwelcomingcommittee]

I've heard a few people talk about different aspects of Loki as if they're Set Things (eg the worldbreaker aspect, the god-of-broken-chains aspect, the raver/child aspect). Is that, like, a Thing, or just a set of labels set to certain aspects of their personality?

Hi Nonny,

It’s not an attested practice in the lore in the same way the Greek and Roman deities have different aspects highlighted with different epithets or the Orishas have different “roads”, if that’s what you’re asking. The Norse gods tend to have a bunch of different kennings, but so does literally everything in skaldic poetry, including mundane things like dirt and goats. It’s part of the literary form and not necessarily reflective of pre-Christian religious beliefs.

Beliefs vary, but most Heathens refer to aspects of their gods as ways of singling out certain roles or characteristics. If you’re asking Loki to help you pull a fast one on someone, his title of inn slægi áss, the sly god,is more relevant to your purposes than, say, Hel’s father, or many of the other things he’s called.

There are some who do treat, e.g., the Worldbreaker and the Sky-treader as somewhat different individuals, or at least an individual on a different part of the mythic “timeline”, but obviously that requires a specific view of how the divine and cosmos work that not everyone shares.

Likewise, there are some people with personal gnosis that the pre-Christian Norse did differentiate the deities into different, set aspects, but again, there’s not really proof of that. I don’t think setting up your practice that way is inherently wrong regardless of whether it’s historical, but I would urge you to be cautious about taking stuff from African Traditional Religions (which is where most of the big name Lokeans who push the idea of focusing on aspects are drawing from) without the necessary context or respect for their history of colonial oppression.

- Mod E

#lokean #peiskos-witch

[elenatria]

i'm pretty sure that there's definitely a scene in Vahalla/Hel in A4. if you check out this thread on reddit (/r/marvelstudios/comments/8h9qch/unused_avengers_3_4_filming_locations_hints_at/) there's a user who describes what he saw at durham cathedral. there are a few details that are very suspect (female extras dressed in white, snake-motif metal props, a driftwood throne). maybe they're seeing Hela?

GUYS DO CHECK THIS OUT, read all the comments.

https://www.reddit.com/r/marvelstudios/comments/8h9qch/unused_avengers_3_4_filming_locations_hints_at/

@oystersinthepits​  I want your views on this (sorry I don’t know if you’ve talked about this already, I was away).

People keep saying the cathedral was used “for a funeral of all the victims in Avengers 4″. WHAT??? With an ASGARDIAN STATUE IN A MIDGARDIAN CHURCH? 

THERE ARE NO MORE ASGARDIAN STATUES, DUDE, THERE’S NO MORE ASGARD ASGFAWHJGAWKHFKAWJH irrational comments. -__-

Also I’ve been googling Durham cathedral pics and I cannot find a door resembling this one. I’m not an architect so… could anyone help?

I copy/paste from that reddit post:

“Lots of female extras behind the cathedral in flowing white dresses looking like medieval maidens” - Could it be Valhalla like that comment said? Imagine Thor going to Valhalla to find his brother and finding Frigga instead, Odin, Heimdall, everyone who’s dead. 

Everyone but Loki. 

Imagine how heartbreaking that scene would be, like Ulysses going to Hades to get some info from the spirit of Tiresias the seer, and accidentally finding his mother there, not knowing she had died while he was away fighting in Troy. 

So if Loki’s not in Valhalla, he must be in Hel, right?

“Iron props like candlesticks & unlit braziers that all had gas tanks hidden behind them. This was going to be a scene with a lot of firey ornamental flames in it. Also most of these props had snake motifs designed into them” - Imagine Thor going to Hel to find Loki being tortured by the snake poison.

I mean… snake motifs? Snake torture or not, snakes are Loki’s symbols, right?

But I don’t get the driftwood thing… Still, there’s a THRONE described there that we haven’t seen yet. So nope, Durham Cathedral wasn’t used for the Sanctum Sanctorum.

“Only Chris Hemsworth was photographed there” - RIGHT??? So it was used for something with Thor in it.

Ok guys, time for a history lesson.

Funny how that scene with Heimdall from “Ultron” sounds so fitting to this theory.

“Heimdall, your eyes.”

“They see everything.”

The mind stone. More foreshadowing maybe?

I could totally see Hela as the  ruler of the northernmost realms of the dead, much like in the comics, and Thor bargaining with her for Loki’s life.

#thor #odin #frigga #loki #loki's fate #hel #hela #valhalla #durham cathedral #avengers 4 #speculation #headcanon #theory #ultron #ulysses #foreshadowing #chris hemsworth #heimdall

[imagine-loki]

Title- Abandoned

Title : Abandoned

Chapter no/One-shot- Part 3 

Author: StarryNight35/StarryNightFantasies 

Original Imagine: Imagine Loki witness a person abandoning a pet, he pays little heed at first, humans, of course, are fickle creatures, but on hearing the human use words like “runt” and “worthless” something in him stirs. Looking into the box human has dumped the animal in, he realises it is a small black furball. 

Rating: G (Some Language) 

Notes/Warnings: Some languages- A few F-bombs 

You can read it on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12152160/chapters/27743847

As soon as they were outside the store, Steve called Tony to beg for a ride back to the tower. There was just no way the three of them were going to make it back with all of their purchases and a kitten in tow. Tony hadn’t wanted to let a critter inside any of his vehicles, and neither had Fury, but when their situation compromised the team, they relented, deciding prejudices weren’t as important as security. 

When Tony arrived, he parked Fury’s SUV in the fire lane and opened his window to find Loki and Bucky standing on the sidewalk playing with Fennie. The two of them each had a different toy- both covered in ridiculous feathers and bells- and were teasing her until she batted at either. Whichever toy she chose was considered the “winner." 

"Oh hells bells, Steve. Don’t tell me they're both in love with her.”

Steve simply smiled and called for them to load up. 

“Okay, before we leave- Did you get a litter box?” Tony asked Loki. 

“Of course we did, Stark. Isn’t that why we came here?" 

"It’s an automatic!” Bucky said, excitedly. 

  When they reached the tower, Loki began assembling the feces collector, as he called it, as Tony stood over his shoulder. Tony’s constant stream of comments about Loki’s mechanical abilities was starting to wear on the god, but he kept his mouth shut for Fennie’s sake. He knew that one wrong word would be enough reason in Tony’s eyes to make him change his mind. 

“I could make this better. I could make this so much better,” Tony remarked. 

Loki rolled his eyes and turned to look at the metal man. 

“And why would you bother making a ‘shit box,’ as you so eloquently referred to it, better Stark?" 

"Because I can,” Stark replied haughtily.

  Two hours later, Fennie’s litter box not only automatically rid itself of soiled litter, it also refilled itself with state-of-the-art, biodegradable litter that had been reprocessed through a filter that Tony had added himself. 

“Sheesh Tony, were you that bored?" 

Loki looked up to see the archer standing in the doorway of Stark’s laboratory. He wasn’t too comfortable with Clint, not only because of the way he’d reacted when Loki had first arrived, but because of the way he continued to badger Loki.

Loki had made a solid effort to apologize to the archer after using his scepter to control him during the battle, even going so far as to offer to do his bidding for several days- basically what Clint had done for him. Even though the things Clint had done were a far cry from what Loki would have to do.

It was completely against Loki’s nature to do anything of the sort, but Banner had suggested the offer as a way to 'heal relations with those he hurt.’ However in the end, the archer hadn’t accepted, and Loki now realized he would simply have to put up with whatever verbal abuse Clint could throw at him. 

"I am simply offended by inferior technology, Barton,” Stark replied. 

“I’m offended by the fact that the prisoner gets to have a pet.” The archer glared at Loki. 

Loki rolled his eyes.

Bucky had been standing in the corner watching Tony in awe, but now wore a scowl. 

“Wait. This is inferior technology?! I had to scoop cat shit by hand! This is a masterpiece!" 

"It is now,” Stark said without humor. 

  Loki hadn’t been joking when he said he would turn himself into a cat for Fennie’s sake. In fact, later that night, he ended up doing just that. But it wasn’t because she wanted to play and had exhausted all of her options for toys. They had bought loads of cat toys.

Loki had given her a dish of milk in hopes that she would calm down enough to allow him to rest. However, as soon as he tried to turn the lights off, she began to whine. 

“What’s wrong darling? Is your bed not comfortable?" 

Steve had laughed at Loki for choosing ’the single most ostentatious cat bed in the store,’ but Fennie was his baby now, so he could do what he wanted. Besides, prisoner or no, Loki had money. He was a prince after all. 

Lifting Fennie from her bed, Loki cradled her in his arms and noticed that she shivered. It broke his heart. He knew she wasn’t cold- her body was as warm as a tiny heater. So she must be frightened. 

"What can I do, love? You’re so tiny…and you must miss your mother. To be quite honest, and only because I know you can’t tell anyone, I miss mine too." 

A bit of Loki’s hair hung down close enough for Fennie to reach, and she rubbed her face against it. It was then that Loki realized how he would calm her nerves. 

"I may not smell like your mother, but perhaps I can feel like her?" 

Loki set Fennie down on the duvet, made sure his bedroom door was locked, and concentrated all of his Seidr inward. Seconds later, Fennie had a very different sleep mate; a black long-haired cat with piercing green eyes. Laying down next to her, he gently brushed his newly formed paw over her back and she curled into his side and fell fast asleep; purring the entire time. 

  "Loki!” 

Someone was banging on his bedroom door. 

“Come ON, man…let me in. I want to play with Fennie too!”

Bucky. 

Bucky was banging on his door, and he was still in cat form. And Fennie was already at the door, scratching to be let out.

“He shouldn’t have his door locked in the first place,” Stark muttered. “I can fix this." 

Oh Hel.

The lock tumbled, the doorknob turned, and the door was open. 

Loki was on his feet, but that was all he could do. Evidently, cats were very sleepy creatures. He hadn’t counted on that. His eyes were glued shut, his back was arched, and he stretched involutarily. Yawning as wide as his mouth would open, he forced himself to focus on the scene around him…

"Why the fuck are there two cats in here? And where the hell is Loki?” Stark yelled. 

Suddenly, there were Avengers everywhere. In a panic, Loki tried to answer, but all that came out was a low hiss, so he leapt off of the bed and did his best to concentrate on returning to normal. 

“Is he missing? How the hell did he get out?!" 

”FUCK! I knew this would happen!“ 

Natasha…Clint…Bruce…Steve… Some of them were kinder than others- realizing that there must be something else going on; something besides the immediate conclusion that the 'supervillain’ had escaped. Loki idly wondered how long that reputation would last… or if it would last forever. Would he ever shake it here on Midgard? 

Focus. 

The voices all ran together while Loki gathered the magical energy he needed, and a few seconds later, he was standing on two feet again and fully capable of answering them himself. 

”Norns. Calm down. Why would I try to escape without her? I fell asleep trying to comfort her…“ 

  In the relative silence that followed, it was Bucky that finally spoke- through a fit of laughter. 

"You- you… You really did turn yourself into a— a cat!”

He howled and doubled over in the doorway. No one else was amused, the least of all Tony, who was glaring at Loki as if he had insulted his mother just before bragging about sleeping with Pepper. 

“You’re damn lucky I didn’t push the fucking panic button, Loki. If I had, we would have the Air Force swarming the tower right now, and I can’t promise they would let you live afterwards,” Stark shouted.

Loki merely rolled his eyes, knowing Stark would rather saw off his own dick than not be the hero when something bad happens- like his escape from the tower. Tony wouldn’t call the military unless it was the absolute last option. 

“Sure, Stark. We all know you’d never call them. You would rather risk your life and everyone else’s to play the hero,” Natasha muttered. 

Loki was certain Stark didn’t hear her because he didn’t react, but Loki had, and he could definitely use more leverage in this place. He cocked his eyebrow at her, subtly letting her know that she had been heard. 

  “Now that the panic is over, can you all just back out of my room? This has all been a bit of a shock for poor Fennie,” Loki said; rolling his eyes yet again on the word panic. 

Stark stepped closer to him. “Wait just a damn minute. Are you telling me that I’m going to have to put up with two of you running around here destroying property?" 

Loki looked confused for a moment, so Bucky interrupted. "Oh, I don’t think Fennie will destroy anything.”

When Loki looked up at the soldier, he felt a stab of jealousy as he realized that Fennie was curled up in Bucky’s arms. Bucky stroked her fur as she lay against his metal arm.

Then he had a completely different thought… at least if the Air Force did gun him down, someone at the tower cared about Fennie almost as much as he did. Although the likelihood of any Midgardian weapon having that kind of firepower was slim. 

  Hours later, after Loki had played with nearly every toy Fennie possessed; and Bucky had decided that the laser pointer was definitely the best one, they sat in the common room watching the tiny kitten eat her weight in cat food.

Loki had wanted to buy her the best he could find, even asking the sales people if they had anything better than Fancy Feast or 'this Midgardian gruel you feed your varmints.’ In the end, he’d only managed to piss off everyone he came in contact with, so Steve and Bucky made the final decision; painstakingly explaining every ingredient listed on each brand so Loki knew he was giving Fennie the best possible nutrition. 

“So James, may I ask you a question?”

Bucky knew that Loki only used his first name when he was about to ask him a very serious question, or piss him off royally. He braced himself for impact. 

“Uh, yeah… I guess.” He closed his eyes and waited, knowing Loki had a tendency to say things in the worst possible way.

“You said you had a cat, and it…passed a long time ago, correct?” Loki muttered.

“Yeah, man. Why?”

“How long… I mean, did it live a good, long life?”

Loki was almost stumbling over his words, which was completely out of character for him. He was always sharp as a tack, and Bucky didn’t know where this line of questioning was going.

“Well, if I remember correctly- I mean it was a long time ago, Loki- she was around fourteen years old when she died. Old age. Nothing too terrible. She just… didn’t wake up one morning. But I knew it was going to happen soon. She was having a hard time walking… her joints were achy… sometimes I had to help her up…" 

"That’s enough,” Loki interrupted. He wasn’t being harsh, but Bucky could tell he was upset. 

“What did I say? I don’t… oh. Oh, I get it. That’s such a short time for you. I guess I shouldn’t have told you." 

Loki looked down at Fennie, who was still slurping up wet food. Why did everything on this planet have to be so fleeting? Human lives were so short, but he had never considered feline lives would be even shorter. He smiled sadly for a moment, but decided if she only had fourteen years, he would make them the best fourteen years ever.

"No, I’m glad you did. It just means I have to make the most of my time with her. Or find a way to stop her aging. I doubt Idunn’s apples work on felines though.”

  Suddenly, something hit the countertop in between them. It was one of Fennie’s fluffy kitten toys. Loki looked up and scowled at Stark, who was standing in the kitchen; a tall glass in one hand and Fennie’s laser pointer in the other. 

“Hey, you know I can make every one of these toys better, right?” Stark yelled from the kitchen. 

Loki rolled his eyes at Bucky. Stark was always completely oblivious to serious conversations happening around him. He just barreled through the area like a rolling cannon. 

“Let’s let him do it. Fennie deserves the best,” Bucky grinned. 

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