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aryxchse · 2 months

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beach talks / percy jackson x mortal! fem! reader.

a / n : and here i thought i wouldn't write anything mortal x demigod trope,,,, but yeah my brain is screaming ideas to me from all of the bf asmr's and percy jackson's hot self i keep up with. and please let demigod's have magical phones!!

warnings : crying, cuteness overload, suprisingly i didn't cursed?? childhood friends to strangers (?) to lovers, first love, enchanted to meet you fr

oh how you missed perseus jackson.

yancy academy was something traumatising for the both of you, but percy made it easier to survive. he was fun, sarcastic, cute, and had the most gorgeous sea green eyes.

you two loved sneaking out from the school, just to visit beach. you both loved the sea, but you knew he loved it more than you. whenever he was near the ocean, he would always be more calmer.

his eyes would change the color according to the sea, or you we're just so in love with his eyes that you romanticised it in every way.

so when he called you last night, to ask you if you would meet up at the beach you always visited back then, you couldn't say no. instead, you laughed and said 'you always loved to be near the ocean anyways.'

you were so mad at him, so mad. you said you wouldn't leave him when he got expelled, but instead, he left you. he dissapeared without saying anything. and years later, the last week of the summer before collage starts, he reached to you.

and you're so, so mad at yourself for agreeing to meet up with him.

but then again, the way you missed and loved him was more powerful than your anger.

the beach was the same as the last day you arrived here. two years after percy got expelled and didn't even answered any of your calls that time, dissapearing. you were 14, now returning as 18.

you saw a familiar boy sitting on the sand, hugging his knees and watching the ocean with a calm look on his face. he had the same messy raven hair and sharp features with the boy you were in love with when you were 12.

"percy?" you called softly, approaching the boy. he immediatly turned to you, bright sea green eyes piercing your soul.

oh, those sea green eyes.

"oh gods, y/n," he said, stooding up. you tried to pay no mind to him saying 'gods' instead of 'god.' since he hugged you like he was going to break your ribs. "i missed you so much."

the tears were already showing themselfs in your eyes. man, you really loved this boy. as you hugged him back, the change in his appearence made you sad. because you weren't there to see it, to tease him for how quick he got taller or how ripped he was now.

he was more tan, he had many, many scars on his body. he smelled like salt water and wow, he was so much taller than you now. not to mention of how bigger his body get. was he in the military or something when he was gone?

"thank you for coming," he said, pulling away to look at you. his smile was bright like you remembered, so strong that always making people mirror his expression. "i really appreciate it."

"well, i deserve an apology right?" you said, sitting next to his previous place on the sand. he sat next to you, expression.. guilty.

"you deserve much more than that," he said quietly, meeting your eyes. you avoided them, 'cause if you didn't, you would scream: it's okay! i forgive you handsome!

"what are you waiting for then?" you asked, watching the ocean. "make up for it jackson."

and with that, he began to tell you everything. he knew he didn't have to hide anything from you, and how you we're a little mythology obsessed. it did suprised you, but you didn't showed it.

"and i knew i had to reach you after the last war because," he said, meeting your eyes again. this time, you looked back at him. "there's not gonna be any prophecy soon."

a sigh escaped your lips, as a way of process everything. "first of all, i'm mad." you said, and percy groaned in sadness. "because i would've helped you through everything, i would try my best."

"i know," percy whispered. "but i didn't want to put you in danger, you're important to me."

good one, you thought. he sure learned how to make a girl melt.

"second of all," you ignored his comment. "i guess i can forgive you since, you saved the world and all." he chuckled at your joke, finally relaxing his shoulders.

"you- you're not freaked out?" he finally asked. and you shook your head.

"you knew i always had a thing for supernatural stuff," you said with a shrug, smiling at him. he smiled back, squinting his eyes because of the sun. "yeah, i know." he nodded.

"so uh," you avoided his gaze again. "got any girlfriends? you've been gone for too long, we need to make up for it."

you were actually scared to ask this question, because you couldn't had a boyfriend after him. you didn't know why, but you were so loyal to him that you didn't even loved someone after him.

"no." he said. "i never loved anyone like i loved you."

oh gods, you thought. did he read my mind? how can we be this same?

"you-" you stuttered. "you- what?" he chuckled, pinching your cheek.

"guess i skipped the part were my fatal flaw is loyalty," he explained. "i had the biggest crush on you when we were 12, and i couldn't forget about you ever since. i knew i had to be with you, so i won the wars and didn't die, just to return to you."

the pinching turned into caress, and the next thing you knew was you were in his arms. "perseus jackson," you whispered, tears rolling down. you hated when you were filled up with this much emotion. "you're really the worst first love."

he only smiled, like he knew the feelings were mutual. and deep down, he did. all those years, he knew he was going to reach you and make you his one day. just when all of the stuff was over, like now.

"i know pretty," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. he kept caressing your cheek gently, and your noses brushed every once in a while. "but i'm gonna make up for it, i swear it on the river styx."

#haha i hate this #DID YOU GUYS NOTICED THE WAY YOU SAID GODS AFTER HIM TELLING HIS STORY??#its important to me that you did #and you guys are just 'i cant argue with a boy who has sea green eyes'#and like 'okay whatever you say handsome 😍'#same tbh #perseus jackson x you #i am using this tag from now on #percy x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show

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art-ro-vert · 6 months

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You know the scenario where Mobius finds Thor in hope that he will help him save Loki from the tree.

And Thor obviously asks “Who are you to him? Why do you care?”

And Mobius is so desperate that he just tells the truth “I am in love with him” and begs Thor for help on his knees.

And Thor feels so bad for a poor guy, because surely Loki enchanted or seduced him to have such a power over the man. That’s the only reasonable explanation why this Mobius would practically worship his brother. Right?

Thor helps anyways, but he is trying to prepare Mobius for the heartbreak, because all this affection that he thinks he feels towards Loki is just a cruel manipulative illusion, that would vanish once Loki achieves his goal and gets out of the tree.

And it leaves Thor absolutely speechless when they finally find Loki.

Because the first thing his brother does, when he sees them, is rushes to Mobius and clings to him for dear life, sobbing into his neck and muttering in broken voice that “I am so sorry” and “you found me, Mobius” and “I missed you so much”.

And it is definitely not an illusion, because Loki seems to worship Mobius even more.

#well I enjoy the good hurt #loki season 2 #lokius #loki series #mobius m mobius #loki #mobius #thor #thor and loki #loki god of time #god of stories #loki headcanons #loki x mobius

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Clueless deity/monster reader: I'm so excited to learn more from you, friend! I've been meaning to ask you, though - what is the best way to greet you? There's so many!

Absolute simp yan, still not over the fact you're a head taller than them; grabs your hand and places it around their neck: Squeeze

#Had to dely my other story so hope y'all enjoy the random bs today #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #monster reader #god reader #Crackpost

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svetluskanara · 7 months

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Short vampire headcanon:)

Imagine you and your vampire boyfriend holding each other after being intimate. Nothing but complete silence with your hot breaths being the only sound in the whole room. Him being still inside of you, holding you closer to his body than before he finished as if you were to vanish into thin air if he let off of you. Coming down from your own height, you only smile to yourself and decide to play with his soft hair. He always gets warm any time you do something, and you wonder what it could possibly be since vampires are said to be cold as ice. You didn’t complain though, it felt really nice.

While you were lost in your world, your boyfriend loosened up a little and began to slowly stroke your figure. More exactly, the marks he has left on you. Maybe it was the monster in him or maybe just pure selfish thoughts, but he always had to leave some kind of mark on you during sex. He absolutely adored looking at your body covered in them later on. He also did it to show who you belong to if anyone tried something, monsters or humans.

Soon enough, sleep began to take over your senses, making you do short stops while you play with his strands. When you decided not to fight it anymore and finally close your eyes, you heard a slight chuckle and a kiss on your forehead. He turns you on top of him gently as not to wake you up, and you just bury your head more into his chest.

“Good night sweet stuff, go to sleep. I will take care of everything.“ he coos into your ear and as you’re not able to make a coherent sentence anymore, you just hum in response. He wraps around you two another blanket so you won’t catch cold and starts mumbling reassuring words, such as “You did so good today.” and “I am so proud of you.”. Another thing he always does. He is conscious of his strength and knows humans are way more fragile than vampires, hence why is he scared he might hurt you in the heat of the moment. He knows you would have said if you were in pain but telling you reassuring words makes him feel as if there even was something, this could maybe help a bit. Either to make you tell him or to make it go away.

“I am so lucky to have you.” You mumble and he smiles at you. “I think we could argue who is lucky here, love.” was his reply but you don’t hear him anymore. He hums, pushes you closer to him and closes his eyes, ready for sleep to take him too.

#vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human #vampire boyfriend #monster #monster headcanons #nonbinary reader #terato #I couldnt find a good way to close this thing #made me so frustrated lol #was sick the last two months and didnt feel like doing anything tbh but thanks god its Halloween and Hotel Transylvania ran on tv #if you have any thoughts or suggestions about this story dont be shy to dm me!

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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more cfau miscellaneous things because Childhood Friends Danny and Jason have my head and heart always and I need to finish rewriting chapter two dammit (and redo the half-finished chapter 4 because its just Not The Vibes). i'm almost through I need to get through the graveyard scene. (i just stubbornly refuse to have it be shorter than the original chapter and thats the little death. that is the mind killer.)

Danny and jason’s ghost forms both smell faintly like burnt flesh and cigarettes. However, Jason has a more smokey smell while Danny’s smells almost,,, electrical? In a sense? Like he just straight up smells like burnt flesh and sulphur while Jason smells like someone put him in a smoker first.

It’s very much an unpleasant smell but Danny finds an odd comfort in it just as much as he finds a comfort in the smell of nicotine.

(Jason post-revival smells burnt flesh once and is immediately offput by the fact that it brings him an instinctive comfort. He doesn’t realize its because it reminds him of Danny, and is uncomfortable by it.)

In an au of an au, Danny’s altercation with Rath ends with Rath regaining enough of his sanity to snap out of the grieving state and ends with him breaking down. Instead of being souped and imprisoned, Rath, who is permanently 14, decides to Move On into the unknown. He’s exhausted, heartbroken, and tired.

(Is this influenced heavily by the ParaNorman scene where he talks to Agatha and helps her move on? Yes. But it doesn’t fit with the Original Storyline so im shoving it into an Au of an Au.)

Rath tells Danny that Jason lied to them (which he genuinely believes), and that he’s tired of waiting/looking for him/grieving. Jason is gone. He isn’t coming back, he abandoned them. And he wants his mom and dad, and his sister, and his friends. And he’s ready to join them.

He leads Danny out to Gotham, which other than Amity Park might’ve been the only city left untouched due to Rath’s own mental block on the place. They go out to the park he and Jason used to frequent or up to one of crime alley’s rooftops, and there Rath lies down and goes to sleep. Only to never wake up again, materializing into nothing as his soul moves on.

Before Rath leaves, he forces Danny to promise him that he’ll only wait for Jason for ten years. After that if he doesn’t find him, or if Jason doesn’t show, then Danny has to move on. Whether that be like how Rath does, or if its inly mentally/emotionally, doesn’t matter. He has to move on. Don’t wait for him. Don’t waste his time any more.

(“Oh, and if you find him, kick his ass for me.”)

Danny reluctantly agrees, and Rath lies down. Danny sings to him as he falls asleep.

(Angsty points if the vigilantes including Red Hood caught wind of their presence and were silently watching from the shadows. Rath might know they’re there, but Danny’s too focused on Rath to notice.)

(If only so that Red Hood realizes that this is what happened to Danny, and that Danny is gone before he can make things right. The tragedy, folks. The angst. The initial realization that Danny was Rath, and then also that Danny was dead and has been dead for years, and that before he moved on, he moved on believing that Jason abandoned him.)

(like i said it doesn't fit in the original timeline/storyline hence why its an au of an au and isn't nearly a fleshed out, but i was largely just focusing on the tragedy of Rath moving on and Jason being alive to see it and realize just who Rath is.)

Just like how the Lazarus pits shot Jason's twiggy 4'6-5'4 (depending on what you find) feet tall and 86lb ass up like a tree an essentially fixed his malnutrition, the portal did the same thing for Danny.

(granted i forgot about malnutrition and danny's likely stunted growth at first -- his family lived in crime alley and despite both his parents working, I don't think they had enough food all the time. He probably wasn't as badly malnourished as Jason was, but he wasn't healthy either.)

Granted his ghost in its "natural" state (14) is short, and his growth spurts were slow at first, it did result in him reaching his dad's height. There were points where it just happened overnight, like a baby. He went to bed one night 5’6 and woke up the next day 5’10.

Jazz is shorter than him. Although I have't decided if she's even liminal at all (and if she is, it didn't cure everything because she would have also suffered childhood malnutrition, and since in au canon their parents didn't get their hands on physical ectoplasm until after they got to Amity Park. So the exposure is less.)

Danny's voice absolutely sounds like canon Dan's. It kinda just dropped one day when he was 16-17 and never went back up. Sam and Tucker sometimes ask him to just talk about anything because they find his voice soothing.

I'm not sure yet how Danny would feel about it at first considering Rath, but I imagine that Rath, when he did speak, would have had a quieter and scratchier/weaker voice considering he's spent the last decade shrieking and crying.

(and i suppose technically that shouldn't have any effect on his throat considering he's a ghost and idk if that would actually affect him, but i like the idea so im keeping it)

In the beginning you could hear him from a mile away by the sound of his loud, echoing wails, but ten years later you can only really hear him by the soft, shuddering sobs he makes. Like he's gasping for air that isn't there. The future is full of very quiet survivors.

And it's much easier to speak when you pitch your voice upwards (especially when whispering/speaking quietly) so he might've spoken in a higher, airy pitch in order to be heard. So Danny might actually find a comfort in having a lower voice.

#tw mentions of gore #cw gore #i suppose this counts as gore #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #childhood friends au #cfau #really leaning into the idea of rath just being a horror. the horrors! i am delighted in the horrors!#im having fun with it #i swear to god turning 19 turned a switch on in my brain because i am much more comfortable with gore and heavy injury now than i was l #literally a year ago. the urge to write about some of danny's most horrific injuries in his fights is STRONG #like the hORRORS folks. *th horrors*. i dont think i'll ever write a dissection fic because that icks me out but the idea that danny's had #to stitch up his own throat because it got slit in a fight nd he cant shift back to human until he's done because his ghost will survive bu #his body wont #the idea that he's been impaled multiple times before and it hurts each fucking time but he still gets up and hurls the hurt right back in #equal measure. because that's how you wanna play? okay. lets play. he's 14 and his best friend is dead. he can play.#and the idea that all ghosts have 'corpse' forms where their ghosts look exactly like how they died. and danny is utterly unrecognizable #jazz being liminal or not just isnt important to me because she's barely gonna show up in the story anyways #same reason why i hardly use the headcanon that ellie becomes danny's daughter because what use is she to me like that? she'll hardly have #an impact on the story and i refuse to treat characters like props. if they can't help progress the story then they aren't included

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books-and-catears · 2 years

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The Demon Brothers if they turned into Cats

Lucifer

Is annoyed but stays calm cause you keep him comfy

Will snap and bite anyone except you

Just accepts his fate and relaxes for the first time in 67889 years

Mammon

He's not letting that hand go. There is no escape.

Clingy cat syndrome 101

Aggresive hissing if he sees anyone else too close to you

Leviathan

The only way you can keep him close without him freaking out

If he gets hyper aware of your proximity, he runs and hides for a while

But he never goes too far enough to lose sight of you

Satan

Super cuddly in private. Melts internally when you handle him so tenderly

Develops a meowrse code to communicate with you

Kneads your back or thighs to show gratitude

Asmodeus

Acts super cute and clingy. You legit cannot take your eyes off him

Just crawls into your lap and starts demanding attention with the sweetest meows

Loves being taken to the groomers and cat spas

Beelzebub

Keep LOTS of canned tuna and sardines around for this one. Meows for food every half hour and you cannot deny him.

The most playful and active out of them all. Loves going on walks and behaves super well in public

Bites your fingers in affection and has chewed up a lot of furniture in the house. Scavenges and brings food for you.

Belphegor

Oh my, look at the clock! Its nap time. Its always naptime. And when he wakes up, he just nuzzles Beel and then goes back to sleep.

You gotta learn to do things with one hand because the other one is his for sleeping now.

Best cuddle buddy for nighttime. His soft purrs are the best sounds to sleep to.

#obey me #obey me crack #obey me funny #obey me random #obey me headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me imagine #yeah this is random as hell and it's been so long since I've written anything and my job is a mess im so sorry #god i even left that story unfinished ughhh- im so sorry #hopefully it'll all be normal by September #please bear with me till then

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yandere-sins · 1 year

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What do you think would happen if Hephaestus and Ares were after the same darling? Honestly I’m over here wondering if Aphrodite is going to get involved. That is her husband and lover we’re talking about here.

I love this! Thank you for requesting ♥

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♡ The other gods are way ahead of Hephaestus when it comes to having and taking care of a darling for many reasons. So when he does take a follower of his as a companion, it's a big topic on Olympus. Everyone is endlessly curious to see who he has taken a liking to. However, they realize very quickly that while he's not mistreating his darling, he treats you differently than they would.

♡ Mainly, you have too much freedom. Clearly, you have your own mind, even when sitting next to the god who chose you, telling him 'no' when you don't want to eat or drink what he offers you, and when other gods talk to you, you never ask for permission from him before replying. Your clothes are partially stained by ash, which is quite a display between all the neat, clean darling. Like master, like men.

♡ But regardless, they can see what you mean to him. You wear more fine jewelry than even the gods do, much less the darlings on their laps. And even in your defiant freedom and dirty clothes, you seem to be outright shining. It's no wonder some gods gulp at the sight of you while they scowl at their fellow god, Hephaestus still unable to do right in their eyes, even though you seem to be content.

♡ There are a few head's you turned that night, but to no one's surprise, Aphrodite is seething in her seat, unable to share her husband no matter how she feels about him. She hates how much he adorns and adores you, showing you off with her paling in comparison. Even though the gods don't swear complete loyalty to each other (much less those two), she can't find it in her to share the spotlight with such an ill-behaved darling as you are. It only worsens when she notices that Ares, too, seems interested in 'treating you better' than Hephaestus does. Strong-willed individuals have always intrigued him. Seeing you live by your own devices rather than following everything Hephaestus tells you to does the trick for him.

♡ You are definitely the talk on Olympus, but once you return 'home', you couldn't be less bothered by it. There, you only have to do the housework if necessary, care for Hephaestus, listen to him, and otherwise occupy yourself while your god is working the days away. You are alone but not lonely. You had to come to terms with your situation, no matter how much you miss being a mere human. But knowing how the other darlings are treated, you try to keep it together to avoid ending up like them. So you don't expect visitors to knock on your door one day while you're alone.

♡ Much less do you expect a charming, flirtatious god to intrude into your private space. Considering your position, there's little you can do but be welcoming. However, even as you run around to prepare some ambrosia, you always have Ares's unwavering fixation on you. It doesn't take him long to get to the point of his visit, questions about if you are unhappy and feeling like you're lacking something in your life leaving his lips as soon as he forces you to sit down with him.

♡ Even though he murmurs his words gently, purring them into your ear, Ares feels off. His hand lingers on your body, pushing back your hair or sliding down your arm. Until eventually, with his breath holding, he links your fingers with his, pulling your hand into his lap. Everything he does seems inappropriate for a Priestess of another god, much too intimate, so it leaves you uncomfortable. You have to obey his whims, but it still feels wrong. Even if you tell him you're fine, he doesn't give up. He pulls you back against his side and cages you between his arm and body, asking the same questions repeatedly until you crack. When you finally admit something silly, like wishing you had a certain meal or see your family again. That's enough confirmation for him that you are clearly not cared for, and as such, he asks you to change your devotion since Ares can take so much better care of you.

♡ There's a moment of wavering inside you as he swears to you how he will always look out for your needs and do what he can to make your position by his side as comfortable as possible. You saw his darlings, the defiant, furious expressions etched into their faces while Ares forced them on his lap and to serve him. The way they seemed to want to stab his weapons into his body as he made them hold them while he carelessly celebrated. You didn't know what happened to them behind closed doors, but they didn't seem happy. His promises sounded too good, knowing that his darlings hated him with a passion. And even if... did you really want to change your constant peace and freedom with Hephaestus into servitude for another god? You'd never be completely rid of them no matter what you did, but would there be a better god to serve as one that wasn't as demanding of you?

♡ The decision is taken from you as Hephaestus unexpectedly shows up, bursting through the door. The scowl he's giving you makes you feel like you did something wrong, even though it's clear from your tense body that this isn't your doing at all. Thankfully, he immediately latches onto Ares, yelling and hissing about rules you had never heard about before. About manners and overstepping. Nevertheless, Hephaestus pushes you behind him protectively as he goes face to face with the God of War, who's grinning about the challenge like the hot-headed god he is. You can just stare in silence as the two taunt each other, mock each other's way of handling their darlings, not really catching all the insults. But for the first time, you truly experience a god's anger, leaving you with shaking legs and tears burning in your eyes. You never wanted to see gods fight—much less over you.

♡ And that's when she swoops in. Whether Aphrodite waited for the perfect opportunity or passed by on accident, she wastes no time approaching you. Getting to your eye level, she doesn't seem to mind the ash on the floor, cooing and soothing you as she reaches out her hand invitingly, beckoning you closer. "You poor thing, look at these ruffians," she sighs apologetically, and you flinch as things get heated between the others, confirming your feelings to her. Compared to the other two, Aphrodite feels safe. She hugs you and reassuringly brushes a hand over your head, calmly telling you everything will be okay. While she allows you to hide behind her, she puts a temporary stop to the arguing gods, calling them out and telling them to look at how scared you are and how pathetic they both are to fight in front of such a fragile, sweet things like you. She also declares that she'll take you with her until they finish their silly argument. Clearly, they are both incapable of taking care of you, so that's the only logical thing.

♡ You don't feel so good leaving with Aphrodite, but she holds your hand tightly as she pulls you after her, with no room to wiggle out from. Catching a glimpse at Hephaestus's face, you can see genuine misery as you are taken away, regret flashing over his features as he seems to want to go after you. But Ares opens his mouth again before Hephaestus can step away, and his expression turns into more anger, directed at Ares, who is huffing and grinding his teeth as he watches you leave. You can still hear their arguments and yelling even after Aphrodite closes the front door behind you, picking you up as your steps become sloppy and not fast enough for her. "I can treat you so much better than these two blockheads," she assures you. "You won't have to worry about a thing as long as you're with me." It doesn't have the calming effect she might think it does, especially not when she adds on to her words, revealing what she planned to do with you all along.

♡ "I'll make sure you're well-trained and cared for. And when I'm done with you, we can talk about you devoting yourself to me—forever."

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taw-k · 2 months

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Hc: baby Loki was obsessed with jam. One of the few sweet things on Asgard is jam and little baby Loki was obsessed with it.

he'd organise heists with Thor, who could reach the jam on the top shelf, to steal a jar so that Loki could dig his little hands in there and scoop handfuls into his mouth.

He was very messy.

Frigga has photos of this.

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emissary-of-the-moon · 9 months

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I have a midwestern country Twilight agenda to push so heres my list of things Twi does/experienced from a certified midwesterner

- goes and stands on the deck as soon as there's talk of severe weather rolling in

- "ya know it wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the wind chill (winter) / humidity (summer)"

- very large bonfires (like we're talkin doesn't fully go out for days)

- long ass goodbyes (bonus points if it ends with Twi slapping his knee and say "welp 'spose i better get going")

- "ope", "don't cha know", "smells like rain" (not for the wolf reasons)

- any variation of talking about the weather

- way too many miscellaneous story about the hometown (like "oh those trees are in front of the school cause some kids died")

- complaining about the cities™ (bonus points if one city is the 'cake-eater' city)

- complaining about construction season

- complaining about people not knowing how to drive "we get snow every year how do you forget how to drive in it"

- bring your tractor to school day

- everything is a 20-30 minute drive away

- "jeet" (did ya eat), "jever" (did ya ever)

- nosy as hell

- really fast walker

-calls mosquitoes 'skeeters'

#linked universe #lu headcanons #lu twilight #slight modern au for some of my points #idk if the bonfire one is just a midwest thing but theyre integral to my childhood #im so serious he does the knee slap i can feel it in my bones #i swear to god we spend more time trying to leave than being somewhere #ive been told talking about the weather is not this common #PLEASE TELL ME IVE BEEN LIED TO HOW ELSE DO YOU SMALL TALK #real story btw idk if its true or not but thats the story that went around my school #'its hot dish not casserole' and 'its duck duck gray duck not duck duck goose'#i am heavily biased #late night shitpost #moon emissary thoughts

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wackulart · 1 year

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can't sleep? brother not home yet to tuck you in? there's a solution, SHADOW PUPPETS!!

based on this ask!

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wolffoxnation2 · 2 months

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I really wish the other mcga characters got more powers (and also Mango's talking to animals power was used more than once)

Like TJ cant deny a challenge...that sounds more like a curse tbh but is there anything else?

Mallory...is very good with knives and is angy

Samirah and Alex can shapeshift. Thats it.

#wolffox speaks #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcga #before I read the series but only knew vague shit about a few of the characters #i thought Alex would have like mild illusion powers because the mcga wiki says Loki is the god of stories #well illusion powers in the sense she can cause illusions to appear from speaking or telling a story #magnus chase headcanons #mcga tj #mcga thomas jefferson jr #mcga mallory keen #mcga mallory #mcga alex fierro #alex fierro mcga #alex fierro #mcga samirah #samirah al abbas #magnus chase

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mgnifique-tion · 3 months

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— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this?

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?”

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you.

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind.

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you.

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being.

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

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exilynn · 4 months

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• Obscenidade no Quarto / chuveiro REALÍSTICO (capítulo 29 🔞 Edds x Lyn! Fem OC (Mestre do meu coração, no Wattpad (tigersnoona)

nota: bem, eu me esforcei nesses conteúdos, eles são reconfortantes.

(!desculpe pelo barulho, bom... passei umas duas ou mais noites editando).

EDIT: Eu separei os áudios, e os melhorei, e mais uma vez dei tudo de mim ao editar essa Maravilha com Eddie!( Confesso que, em alguns momentos parece Joe

Edit: Não gosto de usar IA para clonar minha voz em cenas hot porque faltam as emoções que quero que o leitor veja/sinta. Então, editei novamente usando minha própria voz, e agora está fofo e selvagem também.

Mas estou com vergonha de ter feito um ASMR quase obsceno haha, eu juro👀. Talvez eu pudesse ter talento para cinema, só brincando

🖤Por favor, não me peça o áudio sem a voz da menina, estou aqui para divulgar minha estória, ok?

A edição não ficou tão boa como na minha cabeça, mas...

Espero que gostem, se gostarem, rebloguem, apertem o coração (♥️) e leiam MEU LIVRO

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starlightseraph · 5 months

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anyone else notice that bertie becomes a bit more assertive in mid series 3?

(series 3, episode 6 • “comrade bingo”)

#he still gets talked into doing all kinds of insane things #but you get what i mean #i have a headcanon explaining why #and by god i’ll write a fic #eventually #said headcanon involves new york and gay awakenings and a slow burn not actually unrequited love story #hugh laurie #jeeves and wooster #jooster #to boost:#house md #hilson #starlightseraph’s brainrot

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 11 months

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More Cabin 5/Children of Ares Headcanons

When their father saves them/gives a helping hand when they're in trouble, Ares would never admit to helping them. But their children naturally know since they can feel his presence. So they get children embarrassed of having their own god-parent help them, but thank him.

When they’re not training, they take care of their hands and feet. They get bruised up a lot during practice and endless marathon tunning or PE.

They hate it when their hair cant be put into a proper ponytail and have cried in anger out of it and hit thenselves with their hairbrush.

Most of the time, they cried when they're frustrated: which is an emotion they feel the most. They usually dobt feel angry very often-especially without any reason. Lets end tbe stereotype that they all have abger issues and insyead say they feel more entitled to intense emotions most if the time bc of their energetic nature that they got from their father.

But some of them do have anger issues. But anger issues isn't just screajing and hurting objects. It can be isolation for long periods of time, bc they’re afraid of hurting othera hut mowtly because they get tired of if their own emotions so they would like to shut down instead of dealing with it. Feeling that nobody actually likes you is an insecurity many of them have, which do make them reactive from time to time.

Ares is one if the few Gods that respond the fastest ti any request. Clarisse asked for a submarine and an army, and Ares delivered it pretty quickly. Any weapons they want to make Hephaestus make, Ares will send a message to the God and put it as "priority".

Children of Ares will often hyperanalyze their emotions until they dont feel anything because theyre so used to feeling TOO MUCH, that they have learned how to switch off their emotions.

They joined the battle against Kronos only because they had a heavy discussion about it. And their father told them to fight.

Children of Ares have this special ability, they’re able to make others mad but also get rid of their anger and make them think rationally. This would have been effective against Luke, if not for the fact that its not something Cabin 5 know much about.

Many of the abilities tirs that the kids in Cabin 5 inherit from their father, is actually a bit unknown. Not many people know of a lot if skills apart from mastering all kinds of weapons.

#children of ares #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackson scenarios #percy jackson headcanons #ares #pjo ares cabin #ares cabin #ares greek mythology #moral stories for kids #child of ares #ares greek god #geek #greek quotes #greek mythology #pjo stuff #pjo #percy jackson

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