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stillalittlelostngl · 10 months

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Chiloé

A butterfly flaps it’s wings in the west and a storm begins brewing in the east.

Your story is different this time around. There was no curse that attacked you as a child and no sorcerer that ever came to you rescue. There was only a lonely girl who’d been told all her life that the monsters she sees are just the result of a child’s mind trying to make sense of what it saw during a civil war. It’s a story that never added up in your mind - the puzzle pieces of information never quite aligning with what you knew to be true.

It wasn’t until you met the leader of the Star Religious Group that the pieces of your story actually began to fit into place but you find that you’re left with more questions than when you started.

(Can be read with or without reading the original original work that this branches off of )

It was around 1:43AM when you began to question what exactly it was that made you agree to a late night work sesh in the campus library.

It wasn’t your usual scene - you preferred to work out of the student center or one of the small cafes near campus. Someplace bustling with life as opposed to the haunted house that the library turned into during exams week. Students looking like corpses wandered the halls and large shadows tended to trail not too far behind them. By this point you knew where the twisted forms tended to congregate so you struck a deal that if you had to study in the library it would be in the reserved room in the archive space that most students never had to go near and you made sure your setup was facing away from the door so you didn’t have to see the figures should they happen to pass by it’s small window.

You’d grown used to having to take such measures to ensure your mind wouldn’t be pushed to the edge and you’d finally snap like your mother feared (though she’d never voice as much). Unfortunately, if it wasn’t the haunting forms that drove you crazy, the low hum of the fluorescent ceiling lights and the rhythmic tapping of Hisoka’s perfectly manicured nails across her keyboard would.

You spared a glance towards the source of your torment. Of course she was still diligently working away at her own midterm paper. You’re certain her eyes hadn’t left that computer screen since the two of you got set up in the space four hours ago. Your professors had been praising her since freshman year for being a hardworking scholar and it was never unwarranted.

You weren’t a slacker yourself, you just preferred a work-life balance that accounted for a full 8 hours of sleep.

You could practically feel your eyes glaze over as you stared back at your laptop, trying to will your sleep deprived mind to make any sense of the article on screen. Unfortunately, zero synapses were firing at the moment.

You couldn’t help the small off of a sigh that escaped your lips as you leaned back into the miserably uncomfortable chair (honestly with how much y’all pay in tuition there was no reason for them to be cheap with anything, especially seating) and you debated if it would be rude to cut the joint session early and head back to your shared apartment. It was late. Way too late to be thinking on the philosophical implications of aesthetics and morality and you’d be absolutely useless for any type of studying tomorrow if you didn’t leave soon.

Your eyes move back over to where Hisoka is sitting, prepared to give her the bad news of her study buddy’s departure.

“I take it you’re finished with pretending to be productive?” she questions, a slight quirk to her lips as her eyes never leave her work.

You suck your teeth at the question but can’t stop the smile at having been so obvious. You’d done this song and dance with her for several midterm weeks now, she probably knew you were ready to go long before you did.

“I wasn’t pretending,” at least not for the first hour and a half. In your humble opinion you made very decent headway into your paper and got more than enough work done for one day.

That pulled her gray eyes away from the screen as she meets you with an incredulous look you’ve grown all too familiar with, “I could see you watching a movie in the reflection.”

You follow where her finger points to the small window of the room’s door and sure enough, your laptop display is reflecting in a crisp reflection back at you.

“It wasn’t a long one”

“I’m sure,” she said with a small laugh as she closed her laptop, “let’s get going then.”

You gave a quick and silent prayer in thanks to whatever god would listen as you eagerly followed her lead and packed up.

The two of you couldn’t get out of the place fast enough for you. Being in the library during midterms and finals week truly made your skin crawl to no end.

Once outside, and free of the horrors the library housed you stretched your arms above your head and inhaled the cool spring air. The nights were still cool but spring would quickly turn to summer soon enough and you’d be that much closer to graduation. While you were excited with everything that would come with being done with school and getting your degree, a small part of you didn’t want to believe that the world you’d built for yourself over the past few years would be gone - practically overnight.

It was a miserable thought on an otherwise beautiful night.

The groundskeepers always made sure that the campus looked beautiful and despite how exhausted you were you were halfway tempted to make a detour to appreciate their hard work.

“My mom’s excited for your visit,” Hisoka said, her voice breaking the comfortable silence as the two of you made your way home, “she loves having guests over so apologies if she goes a bit,” she trailed off as she gave a noncommittal wave of her hand. It’s a habit she picked up from you early into meeting that her mother hates. At least she that’s what Hisoka reported back to you the first day back from spring break freshman year, “you know”

And you do know. You imagine it’ll be a similar reaction to your own mother’s when Hisoka first visited your home a few summers ago. Overbearing, but in the endearing way that only a mother could be.

“Nah, it’ll be all good. I’m excited too,” Hisoka had been asking you for ages to go back with her to Japan one of these days and you’d finally saved up enough money from your part time job to justify such an expensive trip. You’d been a bit nervous when first discussing it, you’d never been abroad before - or rather, you hadn’t been abroad since you were a kid. (You supposed on a technicality you were currently abroad as part of your country’s refugee diaspora but it’s not quite the same)

Being so far from home in an unfamiliar place was a bit nerve wracking but as the days got closer to spring break you found that the trip served as your light at the end of the tunnel. The nervous twisting in the pit of your stomach had nearly been completely forgotten at this point.

“One of the days we’re there we should visit the temple. We can give you a tour - the grounds are really big and have the most beautiful gardens. You’ll love them.”

It’s an offhand comment but you feel your smile strain a bit.

She’d spoken about the temple and her religion a few times over the course of your friendship. From what you understood it was some branch of Buddhism that involved astral mysticism. To what extent exactly or what their actual teachings were, you weren’t too sure. She’d never really gone into depth about it and the information is nowhere to be found online or in any book. Apparently they didn’t want outsiders to have access to the information? Hisoka had explained it when you first brought it up to her and you’d assumed it was a closed religion so you didn’t imagine they’d take too kindly to a foreigner walking around their place of worship.

“You sure that would be fine? Ion want anyone mad I’m in their business or nothin.” You weren’t really the religious type either so you imagine that wouldn’t help with things. You had to take a few theology and world religion courses as part of your required classes so Buddhist practices weren’t entirely new to you but with most different sects of any religion there’s fifty-level different rules that breaking would cause great offense to those who practice. A part of you worried about doing or saying the wrong thing that would result in Hisoka and her family being unable to show their face around the temple ever again.

You couldn’t help the way your face scrunches up in indignation when she had the audacity to chuckle at your genuine concern.

“Nobody’s going to care - there’s visitors coming and going all the time,” she reassured after regaining her composure, “Mom can give you the same history lesson of the grounds and the practice that she gives all the other visitors too.”

“History lesson?” your face fell, the idea sounding entirely unappealing, “Ain’t the whole point of spring break to celebrate being done with learning?” any other time the prospect probably would’ve been interesting but your professors had been putting you through it this semester. You’d really been looking forward to giving yourself some kind of break. You were starting to get that weird static-y fuzzy feeling like how a TV looks when it has no transmission signal , “After Friday I’m avoiding education of any sort till finals roll around.”

“Funny, I thought you did plenty of that during this semester.”

You roll your eyes and playfully knock your shoulder into hers - an action that earns you an affronted ‘hey’ in return that you pointedly ignore. She’d been haggling you this year about your apparent development of senioritis. Unfortunately there was no cure but you found most of your classes fairly easy regardless. She seemed to forget that her coursework and yours were distinctly different and playing in hypotheticals and theorizing came much more easily to you than dealing in absolutes.

Maybe it said more about you than the university’s standards, but bullshiting your way through a class when all you had to do was justify it with a convincing enough argument meant that you had much more free time to do with as you pleased.

“C’mon, it’s not like you’re going to be quizzed after. Besides, it would really mean a lot to my mom,” it meaning a lot to her too but what’s understood doesn’t need to be explained.

A heavy weight settles in your chest at her words and how her gray eyes bore into yours, pleading and hopeful as she tries to convince you to let her share this part of her life with you. It’s such a simple request from a friend and so in the end, you agree.

In the future you’d find yourself reflecting on this moment. Insignificant as it was when you said the words, they’d come to shape the course of your life and reality as you knew it. It’s almost funny how such simple shifts in course and paths to revelation begin with such mundane pretenses.

You agreed because Hisoka Nomura is a good friend and those were rather hard to come by for you. Or at least it had been when you were younger.

Growing up, others always knew there was something a bit off about you. You didn’t have to tell them about the creature’s you saw or the vibrating pulse of something under your skin when you were stressed for them to know you weren’t ‘normal'. You can’t recall ever feeling normal either. You were a foreigner in every place you’d ever known in the most extraterrestrial of ways.

Only, unfortunately for you, you had more of a Killer Klowns from Outer Space vibe goin for you as opposed to something like the existential beauty and unknown nature of the cosmos.

You were The Thing from another world. An alien that adapted by hiding yourself inside imitations of humanity. You’d learned early on that without adapting and changing, others could sniff out the peculiar scent of you. It was almost an instinctual knowing that something different shared their space.

When you were young, the forms you’d take to blend in were nothing but haphazard biomass stitched together with the remains of half-remembers parts of a part. Over the years you’d perfected the image with every action (or inaction) until those around you couldn’t see just how different you truly were.

Sometimes, though, you’d be discovered.

(Your eyes would be drawn to an unoccupied corner of the room. They’d watch as your pupils dilated and your breath caught in your throat in a choked noise at the sight of the empty space. Their own face would contort; disgust evident as they’d ask if you were okay. What you would give to be able to show them the twisted sight of the creature that was too revolting for you to ignore.)

They’d think you ‘sick’ or ‘weird’ and distance themselves.

It was different with Hisoka though. Or rather, Hisoka was what was different.

Your form never caused her face to twist into something foul when you slipped up. She’d never judged you for the images your mind created or the odd eccentricities you developed to cope with them. To be seen as you were, even partially or in small moments, and not be turned away was something you’d convinced yourself for so long would be impossible.

She was a very good friend, better than any you’d come to know, and now she was asking this one small favor of you.

What an awful thing it would be to turn her down.

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during the week of important exams curses were damn near lining every inch of the library so you tried to avoid it but if your close friend begged you to go with and you couldn’t think of some reasonable excuse to get out of it you’d agree. Your classmates just thought you had a hard time with silence or something

You actively avoided going into hard science majors because those kids were downright miserable and the amount of cursed spirits on their side of campus and in their lecture halls were proof enough of it

You don’t dislike education or devalue it, you just chose coursework that was better suited to your strengths so you never had to push yourself with very many all nighters or stressed out studying

You also took classes that would be harder for you freshman year because you’re pretty self aware and knew by the time you get close to the finish line you’d be burnt out

Hisoka taught you Japanese - you’re still learning but close to fluent-ish

Her version of teaching you was basically just having all the media & convo in the apartment be Japanese until you picked it up. She doesn’t have much patience to do it in an instructional way

In my mind cursed energy can kind of be felt by every living thing and it’s a distinct thing that even those without it can pick up on. Like smelling rain before it storms. When regular degular folks encounter cursed users they can pick up on the excess (to them) energy someone possesses. In most countries folks tend to write it off but reader grew up around a lot of superstitious folks so they zeroed in on the difference and her childhood was kinda spent dealing with the effects of that (kinda like how Mimiko and Nanako were zeroed out as being different to the villagers of their home but reader didn’t experience that level of physical abuse for it. It was more of a social ostracism type thing that happened during a developmentally significant part of her life so she carries that with her and is a bit too defensive cuz of it)

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nexus-nebulae · 2 years

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🎤💖🔥🌺🎨

(not gonna answer these for absolutely everyone bc that's too many people to answer for, lol, i'm just gonna answer for whoever is most near front)

🎤 What is everyone’s favorite songs?

[Echo] mine changes a lot but currently it's U (by millenium parade & Belle) from the movie Belle

[Ro] I like Spring and a Storm by Tally Hall :) also Why Am I In This Room by Soupy Garbage Juice lmao

[Jade] i do not know how to type in japanese but the one i really like is from the anime Ancient Magus Bride? not the opening song it's just one of the songs on the soundtrack

[Therm] (he is simply wiggling to that one summer song from stardew valley) (he has been doing this for days)

💖 Any romantic relationships within the system?

[Echo] There are a few, I think? I'm just gonna bundle qprs and stuff like that in with this question too- in that case me and Ro are in a qpr-sorta-thing. Berry and Tub are married, and Emerald and Bluebell are. ambiguously together.

There are a couple more in Ruby's sidesystem, but I don't really think I know those guys well enough to talk about their relationships

🔥 Which alters are the most chaotic?

[Ro] (pointing at Echo) that fuckin thing

[Echo] :)

🌺 What is everyone’s aesthetic?

[Echo] uuuhhhhhhh idk how to describe. uh. pretty blue light magic? funky weird creature with blue light magic. is that an aesthetic

[Ro] rain and purple and summer

[Jade] stars! and also purple :) i guess my whole sorcerer thing could be considered an aesthetic too?

🎨 Favorite colors?

[Echo] blue but like really really light blue like almost-white-but-still-blue kind of light blue. also turquoise. and periwinkle.

[Ro, Jade, Therm] purple

[Perish] dark red :)

#echos #hello where did Perish come from??#she just answered the last question out loud in headspace and scared me half to death #also sorry if these are like. really long answers i just Like Typing Words lol #idk if im doing this shit right ive never done an ask game before lmao

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homebrewsno1asked4 · 3 years

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Proficiency: Naval Combat

As opposed to Navel Combat, or the art of fighting with your belly button.

Why am I making a new proficiency instead of something more crunchy and design-intensive, like a new monster/item/spell/subclass/anything else?

Because I want to!

Sorry, that’s the lame bratty answer.

Compared to previous editions, the 5e skill list feels kinda milquetoast and oversimplified. And I’m saying this as a player/DM who loves - and started with - D&D 5e. What do I mean? Every possible physical thing is lumped under Athletics. Or every piece of magical knowledge is lumped under Arcana. Or all art forms fall under Performance. I feel like it’s way too easy to be super good at all the skills you’ll actually use in a campaign. From what I’ve gathered - from real, online, and imaginary people - I’m not alone here. The most stalwart fighter should have that one task that’s a bit of an Achilles heel. Maybe a literal Achilles heel! Your 20 INT Wizard might know everything about the Lower Planes, but their artifact lore ain’t shit compared to the 20 INT Artificer - and vice versa. And I know it’s kind of the bard’s thing to be good at everything, but they shouldn’t be good at LITERALLY EVERYTHING.

I think with the current generalized skill list, there’s something of a dissonance between the way characters are built and the ways we want to play them. We want our characters to have hobbies, weird quirks. I think these options should be supported through mechanics, not just Fun Little Things you do for table banter while the DM’s reviewing their notes for the next scene. As the skill list works now, you can’t have that Barbarian that enjoys Bob Ross-style painting. Or the Sorcerer who’s weirdly good at arm-wrestling. Or a Fighter whose gardening could help procure magic herbs and veggies for potions or whatever. Or maybe you don’t want those things, or you think they aren’t necessary! That’s fine! You’re allowed to have that problem opinion. Point is, we can’t have those types of characters without wasting a skill slot or ASI. If you want to make any of those characters in the current Skills framework, you need to sacrifice something from The Optimal Build, or else your character will suck at the thing that makes them unique and that’s just sad.

TL;DR: I think more skill options - even just using the current skills as categories, and branching those out - would help bridge the gap between aesthetics and mechanics. More skill options + more proficiency slots. Please.

/endrant, here’s the actual thing.

(If you read all this, thank you for indulging my rantings and ravings. I hope I made at least a little sense.)

Naval Combat

INT/WIS, depending on background; DM’s discretion

(This is just based on my personal definitions of each Ability. To me, Intelligence skills come from book-learnin’ - while many Wisdom skills CAN be learned in an academic setting, they can really only be honed through practice and life experience.)

Knowledge of the tactics and rules of engagement of naval warfare.

Possible Uses:

Guessing the pirates’ next move

Analyzing the best way to take down a sea monster

Knowing the proper definition and pronunciation of “parlay”

Recommended Races/Classes/Backgrounds

Whether you want to swap these out for other proficiencies, or tack this on as an extra ribbon proficiency – that’s up to you! I don’t know, I’m not your dad!

Races

Sea Elf

Water Genasi

Merfolk

Minotaur

Siren

Tortle

Triton

Warforged (might seem like a weird choice, but warforged are canonically built for just about any function)

Classes

Battle Smith Artificer

Storm Herald Barbarian

Swords Bard

Valor Bard

Tempest Cleric

War Cleric

Battle Master Fighter

Samurai Fighter

Conquest Paladin

Swashbuckler Rogue

Sea Sorcerer

Storm Sorcerer

Fathomless Warlock

War Wizard

Backgrounds

Marine

Mercenary Veteran

Noble

Sailor/Pirate

Shipwright

Smuggler

Soldier

I know there are a bunch of maritime-focused Backgrounds I didn’t include in this list, but I don’t feel like some of them would have been exposed to enough naval combat to know all the ins and outs. Mostly talking about fishers, harborfolk, merchants, etc.

That being said, maybe you see a couple of my other choices as a stretch.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#d&d 5e #d&d homebrew #5e homebrew #but like half of this is a rant tbh #rant #soapbox #op-ed #d&d rant #d&d op-ed #skills #proficiencies #naval combat #navel #rambling

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #123: Gawain

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re making Buster Gorilla himself, Gawain! Big man, big sword, big fires. Let’s go.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOZuxwVk7TU

Race and Background

Take a wild guess. Go on, I dare you.

Gawain’s a Variant Human, giving him +1 Strength and Charisma as well as proficiency with Investigation. His interlude was entirely about tracking down the people who stole his stuff, he’s got a knack for it. He also gets the Magic Initiate feat, giving you two cantrips and first level spell from the Sorcerer spell list and bumping your Charisma up by one. You get to cast Absorb Elements once per long rest for free, but we’re really here for Green-Flame Blade. Your Galatine is an AoE effect, so we can’t replicate it with normal smites like Lancelot. You also get the Light cantrip. Make your sword shiny, go nuts.

Like every other Knight of the Round you’re a Knight of the Order, giving you Persuasion and Religion proficiency because you have to know what the grail is if you want to hunt for it.

Ability Scores

Your nickname’s “Buster Gorilla”, your Strength is going to be pretty high. Aside from that you’re a pretty easy guy to like, so that’s Charisma covered. After that is Constitution, you’re pretty tough. When the sun’s out, at least. Your Wisdom certainly isn’t bad, it’s good enough to get you a sweet job as a guard in Camelot. Your Dexterity is a bit low, you’re kind of a giant brick that gets thrown around than a dancer. Finally, drop Intelligence. You’re called an airhead in your own biography, which is harsh, but fair.

Class Levels

1. Paladin 1: Continuing Gawain’s hotstreak of 0 surprises, this class! You get a Divine Sense to detect extraplanar creatures nearby. You can also Lay on Hands for a bit of healing

You get proficiency in Wisdom and Charisma saves and two paladin skills. Athletics adds to your meathead aesthetic and Insight makes tracking down those material thieves a bit easier.

2. Paladin 2: You’ve got a great sword, so grab Great Weapon Fighting for a better average of damage by letting you re-roll 1s and 2s on your damage with two-handed weapons. It’s not huge for a regular sword, but you can burn spell slots for Divine Smite, adding a bunch of radiant damage dice to your attack. Speaking of which, you can cast and prepare Spells using your Charisma now.

Normally this is where we’d talk about what spells suit you best, but you’re pretty much the generic holy knight, so there isn’t really a stand out option until level three. Searing Smite‘s good if you want another way to use Galatine though.

3. Paladin 3: Swearing to be by Arthur’s side makes you an Oath of the Crown paladin, granting you immunity to disease thanks to your Divine Health, and two flavors of Channel Divinity, a feature you can use once per short rest. Champion Challenge spends a bonus action to force creatures near you who fail a wisdom save (dc 8 plus your proficiency plus your charisma modifer) to stay within 30′ of you. You could also Turn the Tide as a bonus action, healing bloodied creatures nearby. As a third option, you can Harness Divine Power, turning your channel divinity use into a spell slot.

As a final crown goody, you can keep Command and Compelled Duel on your prepared spell list for free to really swing the power of the law around.

4. Paladin 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up that Strength. Gotta get those buster cards busted.

5. Paladin 5: Fifth level paladins get an Extra Attack each action, and you also get second level spells like your freebies Warding Bond and Zone of Truth. Warding bond will be especially fun in a level or two. Give someone else resistance to damage, give yourself resistance to damage, tank for days, fun for the whole family.

6. Barbarian 1: First level barbarians can Rage, giving you extra attack damage, advantage on strength saves and checks, and physical damage resistance. The downside is you can’t cast or concentrate on spells while raging, and more importantly, you can’t wear heavy armor to use this. Also, rages only last for like a minute, not the three hours your Numeral of the Saint normally lasts. If it helps any, you also get Unarmored Defense, giving you a base AC of 10 plus your dexterity modifier plus your constitution modifier. It’s not a good AC, but it’s better than being naked normally would be.

7. Barbarian 2: Second level barbarians get a Reckless Attacks, giving you advantage on all your attacks for a turn in exchange for enemies having advantage when they hit you. Ideally you’ll have fried them all to a crisp before they get the chance, but it’s a risk you’ll have to keep in mind. You also get a Danger Sense, giving you advantage on dexterity saves for things you can see coming. That should help make up for the base stats a bit.

8. Barbarian 3: Now that you’re a Storm Herald, you can make a Storm Aura when you rage. Storm heralds get a bunch of options, but we’re here for the Desert aura, dealing a touch of fire damage to everything nearby for an area of effect flame burst. It’s only 2 damage per burst, but it’s a bonus action. Just smite and use this at the same time, it’ll be fine.

9. Barbarian 4: Odd numbers make me cry, so use this ASI to become more Resilient. This bumps your Constitution up by one, and you gain proficiency in constitution saves. This also increases your HP by 9, because constitution modifiers affect health retroactively.

10. Paladin 6: Going back to the paladin side of things for a bit, you get an Aura of Protection that adds your charisma modifier to all saves made by friendly creatures in its range.

11. Paladin 7: Seventh level Crown paladins can use their Divine Allegiance to take the damage any creature within five feet of you would take as a reaction. Just a note, this damage can’t be reduced. I’m not entirely sure how that plays out with rage, but it’s probably not good for you.

12. Paladin 8: To help out with the whole “surviving being the party tank” thing, use this ASI to bump up your Constitution for more HP.

13. Paladin 9: Our final paladin level nets you some third level spells for even bigger smites and fancier spells. You can cast Spirit Guardians for a holy trap, or Aura of Vitality to heal creatures as a bonus action. But of course, that’s not the real reason we went this far. We’re here to grab Daylight, for the flavor. Even better, daylight doesn’t use concentration, so using daylight to help you rage at night is mechanically supported!

14. Barbarian 5: The extra attack you get this level isn’t that useful, but you also get Fast Movement, giving you an extra 10 feet of speed. Yaaay.

Oh wait, your storm aura also gets a bit stronger! Three damage instead of two!

15. Barbarian 6: Sixth level storm heralds awaken their Storm Soul, giving you resistance to fire damage, immunity to extreme heat (very useful in the desert), and you can set items on fire as an action. Technically swords aren’t flammable, but I’d allow it for the intimidation factor.

16. Barbarian 7: Your Feral Instinct gives you advantage on initiative rolls, and you can ignore being surprised by raging. Maybe now you won’t always be going last.

17. Barbarian 8: We’ve held off long enough. Use your last ASI to maximize your Strength for extra swording power.

18. Barbarian 9: Ninth level barbarians get Brutal Criticals, giving you an additional die of damage when you hit with a 20. Every little bit helps!

19. Barbarian 10: Your savage flames mix with your protective nature, making you a Shielding Storm, giving creatures in your storm aura resistance to fire damage, which is nice since they’re going to be taking a lot of it.

20. Barbarian 11: Your capstone level allows you to go into a Relentless Rage. While raging, going to 0 hp won’t knock you out right away. If you make a DC 10 constitution save, you drop to 1 hp instead. Each time you roll that save between short rests, the DC goes up by 5. Looks like that scarf you got from the Green Knight is finally coming in handy!

(I know the green sash doesn’t actually protect you from damage, but I wasn’t going to be able to fit “only gets super powers between 9am and 12pm into the build, and you’re only famous for so many things. At least you’re not as bad off as Artemis.)

Pros:

Your fiery soul makes you great at taking on flame-based enemies. Most of your damage comes from radiant energy, but you have plenty of defense against fire attacks, making you a good counter for red dragons and elementals.

With almost 200 hp, rage defenses, healing, and the ability to die up to five times and not stay down, you can be pretty tough to keep down for long. That also makes your entire party a little bit tougher, thanks to your ability to eat their damage for them.

You can pump out pretty consistent damage thanks to your great sword, smites, and fighting style. You’re not as flashy as Lancelot, but you have a pretty good shot at outlasting him.

Cons:

While mixing Barbarian levels in does make you tougher, it also has plenty of drawbacks. Stripping away your heavy armor is a big one, as it makes you dependent on your dexterity for your armor class. There’s also the problem that you’d want to stick close to squishier party members to protect them, at the same time exposing them to you constantly exploding.

Like a lot of the knights of the round, you have issues when it comes to ranged attacks. Anything that wanders too close won’t be an issue, but you might have problems if you end up fighting Tristan. That’s ridiculous though. Knights of the Round? Fighting each other? Never gonna happen.

Compared to other knights, your AC is relatively low. Considering you’re already taking other people’s hits for them, being easy to hit yourself isn’t great. Also, your paladin abilities can probably eat through your rage, which seriously weakens your tanking abilities.

#Fate Grand Order #fgo #D&D 5e #Gawain #Fate and Phantasms #Barbarian #Paladin

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lokigodofaces · 3 years

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thoughts on loki ep 2: the variant (spoilers)

under cut to not disturb your scrolling

Overall I enjoyed so that's good

Uh frick my mind blanked so sorry if things are completely out of order

I don't know, I expected the renaissance fair to be 2012 or 2021 or 2024 (Loki's time, our time, current time in the "sacred timeline"). So I was genuinely surprised when it was in 1985.

Ok, i really like the title card thing. And how the year scrolls around. It's a nice aesthetic touch there.

I wonder why the female Loki variant chooses her locations? Does she have a thing for renaissance fairs, French cathedrals, and Oklahoma?

1985 is when Back to the Future came out. And it's y'know, one of the most popular time travel movies ever. So I think they chose that year as a reference.

Again, not liking that the minutemen only have numbers, not names. It is giving me lots of Clone Wars vibes. If you don't know anything about Clone Wars, the clones are given number identifiers by the Kaminoans. Things like CT-7567. The clones would give themselves names (CT-7567, for example, names himself Rex). A really good sign throughout the series that someone is a sketchy person is if they call the clones by their numbers. The clones don't want to be known as numbers. They are people too, they deserve names, so they come up with all sorts of creative names (Rex, Fives, Cody, Tup, Hevy, Hardcase, Echo, Waxer, Boil, Wolffe, Jesse, Kix, Fox, Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Omega, Tech, Matchstick, etc). The jedi respect this, and the only jedi that i can think of that called clones by their numbers is Krell, who fell to the dark side. the Kaminoans and other sketchy people all call them by their numbers and the clones don't like it. A big focus of the show is on the clone's agency (at the end, they all have brain chips that take away their agency and force them to kill jedi), and how the clones need to be respected. So for me to see in another series that people are only given numbers is bad. What's worse is that the minutemen are fine with this. They don't see it as dehumanizing or belittling. They are brainwashed into being okay with it. Which says a thing or two about the Time Keepers.

did. did the renaissance fair really have Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out for a Hero" for their renaissance themed fight? Is this normal? Was it normal in the '80's? We saw later that the female Loki can do electronic stuff. Did she rig it to play it? For the vibes?

Also the stuff before the song was about fighting for a princess, and in the end she kidnaps C-20.

Okay, btw, I'm just gonna say Lady Loki for a while because no one has explicitly said Sylvie yet, so I'm going to refer to di Martino as Loki until she or another calls her Sylvie. Cool? Cool.

I was thinking the "Holding Out for a Hero" fight would be the roomba fight or something. It is such a good song that has huge potential for this genre. Why did they use it in a lame fight as that one?

When Lady Loki did the spell on C-20, it looked similar to what Wanda and Agatha can do. As in, it had similar visuals.

Loki reading a random magazine he finds while sitting with his feet on the desk bored out of his mind because he has to learn sh*t is a MOOD.

What is Miss Minutes? She can jump around anywhere, and pop into computers. But she can't be just a projection. She took the effort to dodge Loki swatting at her, so that may mean she was corporeal. She also could be something similar to the Kree's Supreme Intelligence?

So, did Mobius give Loki the shirt, tie, and slacks, but really didn't give him the jacket until they had to call him in? What? That makes no sense? Did the TVA not have any jackets with the variant label? Did someone have to custom design a jacket for Loki?

What is up with this show giving me things I wanted to see only in holographic form? First we saw Coulson's death, and now Loki in his Jotun form in a holograph of another variant.

Okay, Loki being someone the TVA has to constantly deal with is very on brand. Loki is a creature of chaos, of course he's going to unknowingly rebel against the sacred timeline.

Also, headcanon that the Jotun Loki we see is king of Jotunheim because that would be epic.

Also, for personal reasons I choose to believe there is a Loki variant that defeated the Avengers and immediately went queer rights.

Loki's reaction to there being many Loki variants. He's seen what his life is supposed to be. I think he is even more upset that the TVA often deals with him, that there are so many things that could have been instead if it weren't for the TVA and the "sacred timeline."

Also, I totally think Mobius was waiting for another Loki to show up to help him defeat Lady Loki. They get them so often, it makes sense.

Loki explaining the difference between illusion projection and duplication was great. And very helpful to me personally understanding lore. Also, Mobius, get your crap together. If you're a Loki expert, figure this stuff out.

Loki calling the TVA out on propaganda, we love that.

The wolf quote is actually very nice, I quite like it.

Okay, the TVA doesn't even bury or cremate or do any sort of ritual for their fallen minutemen, they just reset the timeline. Which to me seems like another way to show how little the TVA actually care for their workers.

There are statues of the Time Keepers in Ravonna's office. The camera pays extra attention to it. Keep reading for more about Time Keepers and cinematography choices.

What. What sort of relationship does Ravonna and Mobius have? What is going on there? I am really confused.

Who is this "analyst on the side?" What is going on there?

Ravonna is MEGA SUS. Along with that, the Time Keepers are mega sus.

She signs R. Slayer. Yeah. Slayer. Not at all subtle, Marvel. Letting us know that she'll do the deed if needed.

Mobius you are sending me mixed signals. What do you want?

Okay, Mobius saying Loki was a "cold, scared boy" and an "ice runt" and stuff was totally a jab at Loki being Jotun.

Mobius saying Loki is insecure because of Lady Loki is...probably true.

With the elevator, the camera stops and focuses on the Time Keepers.

The Creation of the TVA, the beginning of time, the end of time, all classified. That is sus.

Loki almost crying over Ragnarok was good. Let him cry over the destruction of his home.

Loki being the one to discover something the TVA had no idea about after a day is on brand for Loki. And it shows how the TVA really are vulnerable.

Mobius: Really? In front of my salad?

No but the object lesson was well done and actually did help me understand what Loki was talking about.

Casey! Casey drinks grape juice! Imagine how confusing this is for Casey though. Loki is captured, threatens to gut you like a fish (whatever that means), and now he's dressed like an analysist, stealing your juice box. Does Loki get Casey more juice?

Honestly, Loki looking at everything logically and scientifically is fantastic. Adds to the science = magic thing Marvel's got going on, since Loki is a sorcerer.

Loki saying volcanoes are cool is fun. I agree. Volcanoes mean the planet is geologically active, which means we won't die. Also, there is a volcano named Loki on one of Jupiter's moons. I wonder if the creators knew that and put Loki in Pompeii because he is already linked with volcanoes.

Mobius telling Loki to start off small and Loki completely disregarding that felt very personal to me.

Loki being absolutely chaotic and telling everyone they were going to die while speaking perfect Latin was iconic. I want more of that content. Let the man be buckwild.

Again, Loki finding something out after a day that the TVA never knew about is on brand.

"Be free, my horned friends, be free!" I love that way too much.

Mobius being obsessed with jet skis wasn't something I expected, but I'm down for it. Heck, even Loki admitted they were cool.

The discussion on beliefs is going to lead to saying the Time Keepers are bullcrap. Hopefully.

Grapes and nuts are "candy" on Asgard. So, when Loki was eating grapes in Ragnarok, we can interpret that as him eating M&Ms. Second, this might add to something I've seen around here. I've seen things about a book somewhere with Loki saying chocolate fountains are mythical (which is really funny to me). So, I guess Asgard really doesn't have chocolate.

Oh my gosh, so many apocalypses between 2047 and 2051...hopefully none of those happen in real life.

Roxxcart is probably part of Roxxon, something that has been around in Iron Man movies.

Lady Loki got the shovel thing from Roxxcart that she left in Oklahoma! The minutemen said it was from the early third millenia, which is where we are now! 2050 also fits that category!

I saw something about the file saying Class 8 hurricane...there are only 5 classes...which means this is a crazy storm.

Does B-15 want Loki dead? This is a legitimate question, because I think she does. Dead or pruned.

Loki looking around at the storm, I love it. This could be him loving science, or him missing Thor, since Thor creates storms. Also, at this point Loki probably things Thor dies shortly after him in the sacred timeline, so Loki would be particularly sentimental about Thor.

I love Loki drying himself off and not anyone else. And B-15 yelling about his magic. And Loki's motions are so fluid, it's so aesthetically pleasing, I love it.

Dudes, I thought B-15 was going to try to prune Loki when they were alone.

Okay, was Lady Loki bsing about the azalea sale, or does Roxxcart actually do that? I want to know.

Wunmi Mosaku did a really good job as Lady Loki, I loved it.

Loki being annoyed at Lady Loki and saying he understood how Thor felt, does that insinuate Loki can do what Lady Loki was doing?

B-15 and C-20 were both very shaken after being possessed by Lady Loki. I wonder how that felt for them? We've had different explanations of mind control/brainwashing/similar from Clint, Bucky, Daisy, Mack, Fitz, and Monica in the MCU (including AoS). I wonder what is specific to Lady Loki's possession.

C-20 kept going on about something being real. What was that about?

C-20 revealed the location of the Time Keepers to Lady Loki!

Lady Loki not wanting to be called Loki could be a sign she is Sylvie.

There's something weird where Loki's voice echoed around while the camera focused on Lady Loki. Maybe she's telepathic?

Someone needs to keep a tracker on people telling Loki this isn't his story in a show literally about him.

But, that does add to themes for his life, and how everything was always about someone else in his life. He was always a supporting character for Thor, for Odin, for Thanos. Now, even in his own story, everyone insists he doesn't matter.

I was wondering what the reset charges would be used for. I wasn't expecting a massive bombing of the sacred timeline! Wow! That was unexpected and I loved it!

Okay, this isn't from me, this is from New Rockstars. But to list all the places mentioned on chronomonitors, either bombed or not: Knowhere, Barcelona, Niflheim, Dartford, Phong Nha, Lisbon, Vormir, Thorton, Cookeville, Asgard, Rome, Sakaar, Barichara, Porvoo, Ego, Titan, New York City, Tokyo, Hala, Kingsport, Xandar, Beijing, Madrid, Portland, Jotunheim. Bolded are other planets. Those are almost all the planets visited in the MCU. So fun easter eggs there!

I like Lady Loki's aesthetic. The fingerless gloves, the cloak, I love it. And YES SHE ISN'T SEXUALIZED. So many genderbent characters are excuses to sexualize women. But Lady Loki is just as covered as the male Lokis.

Lady Loki just...left the time door open for Loki to follow...for a really long time...I'm worried he's running into a trap.

What is Loki going to do now?

Theory time y'alls: Lady Loki bombed the sacred timeline to flush the minutemen out of the TVA, leaving it defenseless. And she's gonna go after the Time Keepers themselves. We know she gets into the TVA from trailer footage, and that's what I think we're gonna see next episode. I think she (like the Loki we are following) is upset over the lack of free will, and she plans to change that. That's why she wasn't interested in helping Loki "take over" the TVA, because she doesn't want to become the leader of a new TVA, she wants it destroyed.

Alright, back to the Time Keepers stuff. They keep focusing on the middle Time Keeper. Even in the end credits they have a weird cut to focus directly on his face. I'm not 100% on this, but I like this theory. That face is similar to Jonathan Major's, the actor confirmed to be Kang the Conqueror in Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania. Kang is a well known time travelling villain in Marvel. Maybe he is Kang, and is using variant versions of himself (that's a Kang thing in the comics) to mess with the timeline, and no one expects that from him. Also, Renslayer was his S/O for a bit in the comics, and they keep framing her in front of that one Time Keeper's face. I feel like this would be a good way to set up Quantumania and to show how sus the Time Keepers are.

Also, Loki was absolutely adorable the entire episode. And he got to sleep! Yay for him!

Again, I enjoyed, and can't wait for next week!

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scribeofmorpheus · 3 years

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Himmeløyne [22/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

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Warnings: None

A/N: I have started my first original gothic story (it'll be much darker than this fic but can I offer you werewolves, vampires, 1970s Europe aesthetic as an incentive?). It's on Wattpad and I intend to update it every Wednesday, but I never stick to update schedules so... Here ya go: OUR LADY OF DARKNESS

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~Y/N

The end of the abyss—that frightful stream of continuous fall and forceful uplift—it finally had an end. It was a large door. Smell of rain and storms, with the slick glisten of wet rock hugging the archway. A dark type of stone, jagged and natural, the door seemed to be carved into the side of a mountain. But the mirage ended where the rock began, there were no walls. No infrastructure. Just the green of the mirror world and two hunkering doors. The archway was carved in the shape of a snake; same as the kind that embellished the rigging of ships, tongue curled, eyes made of rings within rings.

A sequence of lettering—foreign, yet oh, so familiar—hovered in the mist, your mind scrambling to make sense of the words.

“Oracle, what is this place?”

The whisper was quiet, for a brief moment you worried that you were truly on your own in this stretch of emptiness.

I sense… something has been concealed from me. Its magic is fevered, dusted in loss. Pain. Desire. It is out of place. Out of time. The conjurer’s magic has the same energy as yours, only… stronger.

“Stronger?” You shuddered at the thought. After a pause, you asked: “You don’t see the door?”

Door? What door?

“What of the letters?”

I—No, I see nothing. Describe it to me.

“There’s a serpent on the door.”

A serpent? Does he eat his tail?

“No, his head marks the start of the archway, but his mouth is facing the ground.”

Then it is incomplete. An incantation must be needed to complete the image. What of the lettering?

“These letters, they’re different than common tongue or Asgardian runes. They aren’t Jotun either. They look… I don’t know. They look so familiar.”

Reach for them.

“What?”

Familiar magic has a tendency to want to be understood, that is why it feels familiar. Touch it.

You stuck your hand up, jumping on your tippy-toes to try and grab the incorporeal words floating above your head. In defiance, they simply rose higher up, further out of reach.

Do not reach with your body, Child of the Sky. Reach with your magic.

With an exhale, you stuck both hands high up in the air, conjuring the bristle of energy that raced across your spine during spellcasting. Remembering through muscle and memory of what it was like to be in control of your magic. Of what it was like to revel in its deliciousness, its wildness, its link to Loki. A swirl of warmth took shelter in your belly, that warmth you’d grown to love before it was ripped from you and replaced by the cold of Odin’s incantation.

Suddenly, the words began to sink, lowering themselves like feathers, at first, then with the heft of an arrow, and finally, a stone.

With a crash, the words burst into fire and embers, each ember digging into your skin in a sensory overload that formed echoes in the mist.

A version of you,—the shade whose voice you heard in the abyss—older, magic glowing a different hue of blue, in strange clothing, stood by the door. You were witnessing the construction of the doorway. Every splinter, fibre, rock and sand particle materialised as though you were undoing the wroth of a sandstorm to make way for a rock giant. A woman, with firebrand hair and soft features, stood beside you, she looked drained, weary. She had magic too, it was the colour of blood. The colour of fire. It flickered in and out around her body, as if fighting to take over.

There was a young boy clasping onto the shade’s hand. Aloof in expression, a scaly growth the colour of white sands on his elbows, ankles, neck and cheeks. He was a beautiful child, hair as soft as down, curls that fluffed in a way you could never get yours too. Eyes of a pure and deep blue. Ocean surface during a thunderstorm blue.

He looked at the shade the same way little Sigrid had when she’d waved her plump, little hand goodbye before following after the hunters. It made you yearn for something so pure with a fierce heart.

“There, that should do it,” the shade said as the door materialised from thin air. “Now, we need a seal so no one who wanders can know of this place.”

“Is this absolutely necessary?” the woman asked, hugging her frame as if she were cold.

“I don’t like it any more than you do, but this is the only way I know for certain that what we’re doing now happens.” The shade’s voice felt dark, wizened in years, the same way Frigga spoke of grave matters. “This fortress is the only way he survived in my time. If we can’t change things, as the sorcerer said, then the least we can do is ensure things continue on their set path.”

“He’ll be trapped… for who knows how long? Centuries? Millennia? He’s just a boy.”

“He’s more than that,” the shade got down on one knee to look at the boy. From that angle, you could see the mangled, L shaped scars over each of her shoulder blades. They resembled the scars birds would suffer when their wings were ripped for medicines. “This is the only way he stays safe. I’ve already cemented the other enchantments. Time will not be felt here. He will not feel sadness or regret or the bitterness of solitude. He will sleep, as I once did, except… he will not be aware. And he will dream of only happy things. Then, when the time comes, I will jump. I’ll take him back with me.”

The firebrand woman showed doubt for the first time, “How do you know?”

“Because I’ve already done it.” The shade touched the other magic bearer’s shoulder, a comradery there. A closeness built from time and triumph, much like that kindred fire you shared with Sif. “Now, a phrase. A word. Anything to bind this lock to. Something unique.”

“Why don’t you choose it?” “Because I know myself. It has to be something I’d never choose so that she never knows it, and no mind reader can ever guess it should they stumble upon this place.”

“Vision,” the woman’s lips quivered with loss, but there was a bloom of hope in the tweak of her lips as your shade repeated the word.

The biting of the magic ended, and suddenly, you were alone again.

What happened? Child of the Sky? Are you there?

“I’m right here, Oracle,” you choked out, a tightness in your throat.

You were gone. One instant here, the next… nowhere. Somewhere. Between.

“I know how to open the door,” you took several steps back and then cleared your throat. With conviction and authority, you calmly said: “Vision.”

What did the magic reveal to you?

Your head was spinning from the fabrics of this mirror universe being so amateurishly tailored, so lacking in its design and purpose. The more you discovered, the more you began to doubt if this world was ancient; or if it was barely into its adolescence. “I do not quite understand it, yet. You said you were imprisoned here?”

Yes. I have been without body or memory for as long as I can remember.

The snake on the door began to slither till its mouth was at the top, and its tail was tucked firmly in its jaws. Then its eyes glowed the same colour as the child’s, thunderstorm blue. With a groan and a strike of something loud, the door peeled back. Beyond its threshold was a mutation of worlds, all collided in exquisite syzygy; aligned, misaligned, human, Asgardian, Jotun, and even the liquid blackness of space with pepper spots for stars.

“And how long ago was that?”

I—I do not… Centuries? Millennia? Aeons?

To busy your mind of doubt and fear as you stepped past the threshold and heard the door seal shut behind you, you toyed with the idea of understanding more of this world. “You said you could hear the beginning of your name… What was it?”

The whisper grew soft, warm. It sounded like ‘see’. Or was it the sea? Sea? Sea. Sea!

A garden shifted into the plane, then with a breath, a lake, then a cave, then a temple, then a waterfall, then a tower made of metal and glass. The world wasn’t fixed to a temporal setting, nor a specific location in space. It was like watching fire tell a story; brief, bright and constant.

Sea! Sea! Sea! Sea!

At the epicentre, laying on a stone tablet with a curtain of gold—that same curtain from the healing chamber—wrapped around like a fleece, was the child. Unaged. Beautiful. Asleep. He had no scaly growths like in the visions.

You took your steps with trepidation. Almost afraid to make a whisper even though the Oracle chanted ‘Sea!’ over and over. Its voice morphing into the very faint intones of a voice you knew all too well.

The world began to peel away the closer you got to the child. A presence was syphoning the magic, transmuting it for another purpose. A purpose that you now realised was meant to happen. Soon, a figure of pure light, with large wings of utmost magnificence, formed from the siphoned magics of the world. The Oracle was gaining form. The fleece turned grey and the boy began to stir. The magic of the sleep spell was broken.

You approached him slowly. Hands seeking out his aura. Then, in the most silver of voices you’d ever heard, he said, “You came. You said you’d come.” A smile of familiarity adorned his freckled laugh lines.

Sea! Sea! Sea! Sea!

“Do you know me?”

He nodded.

Sea! Sea! Sea! Sea!

“How?”

“From now.”

Sea! Sea! Sea! Sea!

“What’s your name?”

He seemed confused. Reeling back from the line you’d cast him for with that question. Bait in hook, he fished in the muddy waters that were your consciousness. You could feel his magic, abrasive as sand between toes, cool and wet, but also warm and sea-salt thick. He replied, “You haven’t given it to me yet. But you will return hers to her.”

He pointed to the Oracle’s figure, pulsating into a more corporeal form. The boy opened his hand and you knew instantly what he needed you to do before you thought to ask. A reflex. His magic extended to yours, carrying thought, and the very genesis of thought in its energy. You placed your face close so his hand could cover the cavity where your eye used to be.

Sugar. Berries picked from the wild thickets. A prick into padded thumb. Ooze of blood. A slight sting, then a scab and finally nothing, no marks, no evidence of the thorn in your thumb. He was projecting images of what he envisioned as he healed you. What the berries would taste like; apples. “You can open your eyes now. It was gold when we met. I kept it the same.”

Feeling no different than before, you opened both eyes for the first time since you stepped into Verdenspeil. With a tickle, the runes drawn on your hand and forehead sloughed off like skin cells. You could see the world without them. You could see through both eyes again. The shifting world shifted to a hexagon of mirrors. One, the sky shifting blue of your mother, the other, the ancient, world piercing gold of your father, your face held two eyes again.

“It’s… beautiful,” you looked down at the boy with your eyes. He showed teeth with his grin, pleased with himself. Pleased with your laugh of awe. “There was a boy in my village. Half as beautiful as you are. Half as joyful, with a smile and constellations marking his nose and cheeks too. He showed me kindness. His name was Baldrick. I shall call you Baldrick.”

“Now that you have spoken my name, remind her of who she is,” the boy said, glancing at the Oracle. “You know. You know but cannot believe.”

A gasp left your mouth. A mix of hope and disbelief. With the new eye, you could see the face of the Oracle beneath the light, beneath the enchantment that kept her hidden.

Sea! Sea! Sea! Sea!

“S-Sigrid.”

The Oracle hushed before exploding into a million, tiny pieces of energy. Out of the explosion was your mother, winged as the Valkyrie from legend, wearing the armour you had seen in the mirror prior to entering Verdenspeil.

“Y/N,” she said, lowering to the ground. Her hand cupped your face. You could barely feel her. “I have waited so long for this moment.”

“Mother,” you hugged her close.

A swirl of black formed once the mirrors of the world broke. Sigrid looked at you with panic.

“Listen, there isn’t time. Take the boy, “Sigrid removed a bracelet and cast it into the black-hole. A portal began to form, leading to what looked like a stone temple. “Take him and jump, it’ll lead you to the one with answers.”

“I don’t understand! Why can’t you come with us? How are you alive?”

“I’m not alive dear, sweet child. But I can promise this isn’t the last you’ll see of me. We will meet again, soon. I promise. But you must go, the world has fulfilled its purpose. There is no reason for it to exist anymore. It has already began to unravel.”

The mist began to turn sour, choking like poison.

You coughed, breathing through your sleeve, “But, as the Oracle, you said I had to take you to the source.”

“You are the source. You and the boy. Your magics are entangled. The maze was a lie, one devised by you. This world isn’t ancient, it is young. A deception. I am the deceiver. My purpose was to ensure none but you found the boy and the portal to Mímir’s tomb. You enchanted this world so all would walk along the lighted paths until they reached a portal that would return them to a random space within the nine realms. You enchanted this world with your memories, so only you could follow them. Hear them.” Sigrid handed you a four-pronged dagger, “Take this you’ll need it.” She kissed your cheek, then her form started unravelling with the world too. Through transference, she gave you her armour, it was lighter than you'd expected, and it fit to cover your proportions through magical effect.

“Why can’t you come with us?” you reached your hand out to Baldrick. He took it with ease.

“I am not meant for the lands of the living,” she lamented. “Go! Before the world takes you with it.”

You rushed to the portal, but before you could step through you asked one last question: “What did you mean by ‘sins of the father’?”

“The war,” Sigrid fluttered her wings to hover in the green mist. “It was a lie. The Jotuns, they didn’t start it. We—the Himmel Kvinner—there’s a reason why only the women in our family inherited the gift. It’s not just power. It’s essence. A woman’s essence. Odin didn’t know we would develop magic from the artefact, but none of us were able to understand the complexity of her spell. Until you. You will discover the reason behind it all. You told me you did. I suspect it is because you are not fully mortal." Bitterly, she added as her body turned to mist as well, "You will bring the heavens to its knees. And your fate is that none shall remember it.”

One of Sigrid’s wings dissipated, she faltered in the air, then shouted: “Go!”

“I love you,” you whispered before hurtling through the undulating expanse of the portal.

“I know…” you heard her whisper back as Verdenspeil was destroyed.

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honourablejester · 3 years

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Ideas for Sorcerers (D&D)

I do love a bit of innate, chaotic magic, the forces of the world writing themselves onto people. Whether said people wanted them to or not. Heh. I will admit I’m a bit more attached to the ‘touched by cosmic forces’ angle for the sorcerer, it’s really great for backstories, but the bloodlines are also fascinating for the ‘family lore’ and ‘really adventurous ancestors’ ideas. So!

I’m mostly focused on the classic sorcerers and then the horror-adjacent sorcerers, because I’m me, and we know what I like. Apologies to fans of the Divine, Storm or new Clockwork sorcerers!

Draconic

Because dragons (and dragon ancestors) are the best. There’s a lot of fun and aesthetic with choosing your dragon ancestor too. The little scales you get with draconic resilience just make for some really cool-looking characters.

I love the idea of mixing ancestries with a draconic sorcerer. Compare and contrast. For example, a tiefling draconic sorcerer with gold dragon ancestry! Combining a ‘tainted’ bloodline with a respected one. Maybe the clan lean heavily into the lawful reputation of gold dragons, as well as a sort of internalised racism against their own darker ancestry as well. They view the fact that they were once favoured by a divine dragon as proof that their bloodline can redeem themselves of their demonic pact/ancestry, and they lean towards lawful occupations, city watch, soldiers, clergy, etc. So your sorcerer has a bit of internal conflict going on. (Also, a red tiefling with gold scales is an awesome look – tiefling skin colours with dragon scale colours is a really fun combination)

Other cool-sounding ancestry combinations: high elf & white/silver ancestry, for that ethereal immortal feeling (also fun to add stereotypical dragon traits with the white dragons, in that you’re an ethereal immortal who really holds a grudge and does not do ‘forgive and forget’), half-elf & green ancestry, for a strongly outcast, political bent, halfling/gnome & copper ancestry, because if you’re going to go for a tiny trickster you might as well go all out …

Or we have my old favourite, a tortle sorcerer with (somehow) a dragon turtle ancestor, because great-grandpa Uhok never met an older and (significantly) larger lady he didn’t want to pursue, and great-grandma Korthalok was honestly rather flattered. (Yes, I am aware that dragon turtles are not high dragons, but they are intelligent, and they’re probably innately magical/elemental enough to put a bit of magic in the bloodline)

Shadow Magic

The sorcerer’s gothic option! I do love it. Your magic comes from a strange, grim shadow realm, either because you were touched by said realm, or one of your ancestors was an entity from said realm. You get a demonic shadow hound, teleportation from shadow to shadow, and later an actual shadow form. Lots to work with there.

I feel like there’s a lot of Lovecraftian, Dreamlands, William Hope Hodgson sort of feeling here. The dark touch of a strange realm. Emphasis on isolation, desolation, alienation. Loneliness. This is also the subclass where I really, really like a later-life coming into your powers, a traumatic event causing a normal person to suddenly develop horrifying magic.

So. Any of your gothic/cosmic horror backstories. You were kidnapped and subjected to a horrific ritual. You were created in a horrific ritual (hi Warforged!). You suffered a severe, inexplicable illness as a child, and remained pale, half-dead, and possessed of strange powers for the rest of your life (I love the shadow sorcerer quirks list). An insane ancestor entered the Negative Plane and your line was almost annihilated by the resulting Nightwalker, but you somehow survived. Your parent was an extremely powerful magic user studying the Shadowfell, and you only realised much later on in your life that your childhood ‘imaginary friends’ were actually Sorrowsworn (Lost and Lonely?) that haunted your ancestral home and that your parent was somehow keeping from killing you. You tried to steal from a powerful, vindictive wizard, who flung you into the Shadowfell for your temerity, and you don’t fully remember how you survived. You slept in a barrow as a dare when you were younger, and an allip whispered secrets to you that lead you to dream of a dark realm, dreams that seemed to gradually change you as you ‘recovered’ …

This entire subclass is just very much ‘go nuts on the horror tropes and have fun’. I love it dearly.

Aberrant Mind

A new one from Tasha’s, but the other Lovecraftian/horror themed sorcerer subclass now. Which is perfectly fine, because I can always roll with more Lovecraftian horror! If shadow magic was themed strongly towards undead, Aberrant Mind seems strongly themed towards aberrations. Body horror and psychic powers! Boo yeah!

I do like the suggested origins. Particularly the parasitic twin and the imaginary friend ones. I think there’s a lot of fun to be had with those. Aberrant mind does feel more … on the science fiction end of horror, more than the fantasy? There’s a different flavour compared to shadow magic. We’re talking alien abduction and Carrie-esque childhood trauma here. Particularly when you get to the higher level actual physical transformation elements. Bit of Akira in there, bit of Innsmouth. So.

I’m liking characters who are a bit ‘aberrant’ on their own merits, even before their powers kick in as well. The outcasts from the get-go. The albino half-orc abandoned by the tribe as a child and befriended/kept safe by their possibly-imaginary flumph friend. The fallen aasimar whose blessings allowed them to survive where their stillborn twin did not, but who still feels the touch of a ghostly hand in theirs (I’m not sure how well it fully gels, but I feel like an Atropal is a very interesting concept to lay alongside this – stillborn gods and blessed, aberrant champions – celestial guides and the whisperings of parasitic twins … not sure how well it fits, but there’s a lot of crunchy concepts there)

Also, there’s your chance to have some fun with the Underdark races. Duergar, Deep Gnomes and Drow. Or sea races, when we have fun with Aboleths. Or non-sea races who still had a bit of fun with Aboleths, if we want to fully embrace the Innsmouth vibes and have normal land-based elves/humans/halflings who come over all Deep-One in the end. You come from a quaint little village on the coast, where the coming-of-age ceremony involved something of an opening of the mind. Nothing to worry about, everyone does it where you come from. Yes indeed! Heh.

And then, to bring us back to the less-horrifying end of sorcerers, and to revisit my childhood in a big way, we have:

Wild Magic

Schmendrick the Magician! Sorry, I grew up on The Last Unicorn, you’ll have to forgive me this. (Is Schmendrick actually part of the inspiration here, I’m wondering?)

But honestly, wild magic really lends itself to down-on-their-luck characters, running ahead of their own chaos, or striving to learn to control their powers. Or, on the flipside, incredibly laissez-faire types who decided to just roll with and eventually enjoy or perpetuate a little chaos. So. Tricksters, shysters and earnest young things trying to do their best.

So. You could do a straight Schmendrick. A down-on-their-luck kid who really, really wants to be a real wizard, a great magician, but their magic just will not cooperate. It has a mind of its own, and their struggle is learning to either minimise or lean into the chaos and power of it. (I like a background as a tailor/seamstress for this, partly because of animated Schmendrick’s memorable patchwork robes, but also as a little practical detail in that, if you can’t trust your magical mending not to do a ‘Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ on it every damn time, you probably would learn to darn your socks the old fashioned way)

For a variation, you could do a bit of a snake-oil salesperson sort of deal. A down-on-their-luck sorcerer turned shyster/criminal to make ends meet. Wild magic works very well as a sort of bloodline curse, bad luck and chaos following a family. A woman of the Witchbottle clan pissed off an archfey way back when, and so every girl born to the line since has struggled with wild magic. So the clan tends to move around a lot, both individually and as a whole, and individual members of it tend to work around their inevitable getting run out of town for magical mishaps in their own ways. The clan has a lot of travelling entertainers, salespeople, criminals, etc, and tend to be very loyal to each other, even if they don’t see each other all that often (concentrations of wild magic in a single area tend to be bad for said area, so family gatherings are discouraged near civilisation).

And then there are your straight trickster characters. Ones with a more philosophical approach to chaos, a belief that you should be able to deal with the unexpected, and that maybe other people should be helped along in experiencing and dealing with it too. I like bards for tricksters, but wild magic sorcerers work very well too. Heh.

I know Wild Magic might not be the most functional of the subclasses, but it’s got a direct line to my childhood, and I feel like it’s still a really fun idea.

In summary? I like the squishy spindly magic people. They’re fun.

#d&d #dnd #sorcerers #character concepts #long post #fantasy #dark fantasy #horror #lovecraftian #i do love d&d's more horror-leaning elements

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silver-wield · 3 years

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I feel like the fans who want the Remake to be completely different from the OG are not real fans of FF7. Like, how can you call yourself a fan of the game if you don't like how it already is? That just doesn't make any sense to me. There are some fans who actually believe that the story may be different, but at the same time don't want it to be different at all, so I respect those people. But I feel the people who actually WANT the game to change are not true fans.

Like, I’m excited for the new content that broadens the story and brings in more of the compilation cause it’s an excellent story. I’ll admit I went down a few alternate theories for story in the early days of release before I stopped to properly look at things, but that was what the devs were hoping anyway. That we’d think about the story and have wild ideas and get excited, so even though I’ve pretty much figured out the core story, I don’t regret the wild ramblings lol

FF7 and FF7R are the same story.

People who got hung up on aesthetics and giant monsters and Sephiroth appearing at the end and Zack seemingly being alive aren’t paying attention.

Magic effects will look more realistic and appear in cut scenes because the world has magic. It’s a tool they use. It’s not special to them. Cloud literally pulls out braver in chapter four, but that’s not worth noting because he’s just Cloud, right? But Aerith throws a fireball or shows off sorcerous storm and suddenly she’s this op powerhouse. She’s not. She’s doing the same thing everyone else did throughout the game—using abilities she already has. The weird moments of her flaking out are her listening to the planet because that’s an ability she has too. Her healing the rift at the end of the expressway was to make it safe for them to cross. She purified the souls like she did in case of lifestream white because Sephiroth and Jenova—over the past five years he’s been festering in the northern crater—have made the planet very sick and angry. What does that mean for the end of the last stand? I dunno for sure, but as much as I’d love to say Aerith changed fate and saved Zack, I’m thinking it’s more likely all she did was purify those souls and set them free like how she and the others helped those ghost kids escape from Eligor.

Fun fact: Eligor was trying to stop them reaching the pillar. I dunno why, but it’s in one of the ultis about him. And Eligor looks a bit like a remnant, donchathink? What with the cape and being in the train graveyard where a lot of other remnants gathered in Painting the Past. And I’m sure trapping the souls of kids—some of the most innocent souls—has gotta do a lot of damage to the planet and lifestream.

So yeah, it’s more likely Aerith is just displaying regular abilities unique to her skillset the same way Tifa pulled out beat rush and somersault. It has no direct impact on the story itself in a way that changes how things unfold.

And really, being honest, the only people who want to change the story are the same dumdums who’ve said Aerith should live for the past 24 years. That ain’t gonna happen. And they only want her to live because they were wrong about her role in the game. They’re embarrassed and want to be able to say “told you so”, which is sad and something they need to get over cause what they thought was the story, isn’t the story.

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir

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tibalt-the-fineblooded · 3 years

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My ever growin list of dnd classes(in 5e) that i want to play is full of fun stuff:

Ancestral Path Barbarian, but the ancestor is a monster because great great great etc grandwhoever was a bard College of Swords Bard that was a Court Jongleur, no musical talent just jokes and juggling. Specializes in the spell Whirling Blade. Probably mistaken for a rogue because they always play with knives Domain of Twilight Cleric, its just cool. I’m here for the aesthetic Drakewarden Ranger, cuz being a dragonrider, Essence of either force or nercotic. Gain that Fus Roh Dah at upper levels Wild Card Rogue, I like gambling and honestly, this is a fun subclass. Focused on the card gambit because having an upperhand in dice games ruins the thrill. Chess is just too planned out Storm Sorcerer. Look, this is the class that lets me play Ceral in dnd. Imma play my boy if i get the chance Hexblade Warlock, main focus is using movement spells. Thunder and Misty step, Dimension Door, Blink. I will be wherever i want on the battle field. Admittedly got the idea from being a Ranger/Aeromancer in Divinity 2 Orignial Sin. You CANNOT hold me down. Graviturgy Wizard. I’ve been trying to make a gravity mage for YEARS because there are so few spells for that theme. If i get the chance ill take it.

#i hope you liked the short list of dnd npc's my players will see because I'm a forever DM #i dont have plans beyond the class because thats what matters to me #ill play anything from a dwarf to a genasi to a firbolg if i think it fits with the setting

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Meet my kins! (+moodboard aesthetics)

Note: All my kins exist solely for coping purposes. Some are new additions to who I am, while some have been around for as long as I can remember. All my kins are feminine in nature, and I always go by she/her or they/them while kinning.

1.) Unnamed

I usually only begin to kin her when I’m getting extremely irritated, angry, experiencing too much annoying stimulation at once (example: hearing someone eating and being unable to focus on anything else), or if a traumatic and unfair either occurs or I’ve been reminded of a previous one. When I’m de-stressing as Unnamed, I unwind by listening to DOOM (2016) OST, or the DOOM: Eternal OST. I’ve never been able to really know her name because I believe this kin is an unhealthy way of venting anger. I would count her as a half-fictionkin since there’s a LOT of overlap with Doomslayer and her; although she is not Doomslayer the character, but a Doomslayer as a concept. She is silent, and a pure characterization of my anger, trauma, and my need to let it out. I do not condone ever venting my anger physically as Unnamed, she is just there when I vent in my extensive daydreaming with music, and is always gone when I’m done daydreaming roughly 1-3 hours later.

2.) lavender

lavender has been around for almost as long as I can remember, though i do have 2 parts to myself that are similar but different enough to give lavender 2 separate paragraphs. I usually slip into being lavender when I’m listening to celtic/fantasy/cottagecore music. I also become lavender when watching cottagecore tiktoks, thrifting videos, room redecoration videos, writing or roleplaying a character who either A. has a child or is pregnant, or is B. a character who is very mature and parental+kind. I also become lavender mostly when thinking about my future, and i associate her very strongly with interior decoration, DIYs, neutral and de-saturated earthy tones paired with gentle colors, blouses, long skirts, white hair, grey eyes, maturity, and home activities such as baking, cooking, cleaning, painting, playing music. I prefer to keep lavender lowercase as it suits me more and feels more genuine to who i am. lavender is one of my most developed kins, and is an OCkin. ive been creating her as a daydream character for a while and she is so personal to me that i realized i kinned her a few months ago.

3.) Philomena

Philomena is the “second half” or “second version” of lavender. She is basically everything lavender is, except for the fact she is much much more mixed with my wiccan/pagan side. I associate Philomena with witchcore, dark cottagecore, vulture culture, dark academia, corvidcore, crystals, plants, trinkets, non-sexual nudity, intersex and trans-inclusive ideas of femininity, storms/lightning/thunder, hot mist/warm rain, bare feet, mud+dirt, voluntary isolation, heights, stone buildings, echoey acoustics, cloaks, dark earthy tones and cool colors, corsets, nighttime, the moon, tarot, intelligence/wittiness/cleverness, strangely colored lipstick, and raw power. Philomena counts both as OCkin and probably counts as magickin/sorcererkin as I oftentimes imagine her with inherent magical (not magickal) sorcerer-like abilities.

4.) [Deadname]/Childhood

This is one of the strangest, saddest, and hardest to describe kin that I have. If anyone has any way to describe or label this kin, please send me a suggestion in my asks. I have only ever switched to [Deadname] in situations of serious trauma caused by my family (witnessing arguments, witnessing destruction of physical objects during moments of anger, moments of extreme guilt, etc.) During or sometimes after those moments, I will become [Deadname]. I will usually change into more childlike clothes like onesies or fluffy pajamas, my brain will shut down and I become unable or unwilling to speak, and I will desperately try to do anything to cope. Things include blowing bubbles, hiding with stuffed animals in my closet, building a blanket/pillow nest on my bed and curling up, drinking juice, cuddling stuffed animals, and sometimes just curling up in my bed and completely shutting down. Most of the time when I become [Deadname], it will be to distract myself from my environment, but sometimes during the aftermath, I will continue to stay as [Deadname] and be in that child-like state. I am no longer myself when I am [Deadname], I feel like I am a physical representation of a silent version of my childhood (hence the other name). I heavily heavily associate this kin with trauma. I usually don’t ever switch back to something else until I have woken up the next day. I am currently unsure if this is a kin, as i do identify not as myself but something else, or if it’s just part of an underlying mental illness. I associate [Deadname] with crying/tears, trauma, childhood, silence, coping mechanisms, shaking, pajamas, juice, my bedroom, curling up, sleeping, and blankets/pillows. Whenever I curl up really tightly and snuggle up in my blankets, especially if I’m about to go to sleep, I feel myself shift slightly into being [Deadname].

So yeah! Those are my kins. If anyone has any questions, suggestions, or corrections, feel free to send them to my asks! Excuse the tag spam as well, just wanna make sure I try and get as many in there as possible because I don’t want anyone to get accidentally triggered by my post.

#ockin #kinning #kins #kin #meet my kin #moodboard #aesthetics #kin moodboard #cw: trauma #trauma #tw: trauma #sorcererkin #fictionkin

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moonlightreal · 5 years

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Winx club season 8/3

In which we see that we’ve gone back in time.

3 Attack on the Core

Star-eaters are munching on the core of Lumenia! Lumens flee in terror! Obscurum gloats! He says he’s going to rule Lumenia after it’s plunged into darkness-- would Valtor really let him?

The Winx arrive and he flees through a portal. These portals are very handy!

But there are still a million star-eaters for our girls to take care of! The girls do have a short chat about their name being staryummies, since they overheard Obscurum call them that. Nice touch; often in Winx one side seems to just know things about the other side without any way to learn it. But anyway. Battle is joined! Aisha uses morfix. Bloom does her dragon thing, Flora does a storm-of-petals thing and that's about all it takes to scare off the staryummies. Stella gets a good idea to block the portals so the staryummies won’t escape, go Stella! They can close the portals with zaps of Cosmix energy-- but more just keep opening up.

Stella wonders where the staryummies are going with their stolen light, and Bloom says she has a pretty good idea.

Cut to Valtor's lair, which is some kind of tower on an asteroid? It has a big door and Valtor's mark on it, and is floating in space. Mythix level cg, but as long as it’s just cging buildings s’all good! Wonder where Valtor got this fortress. In season 3 didn’t he and the Trix just kind of hang out in the woods? I need to rewatch that season!

Star-eaters arrive and spoot their stolen light down a pit, at the bottom of which Valtor sits on a throne, asleep. Pink lightning flashes around him and he wakes up! And immediately does an evil laugh and delivers a villain speech. His goal is “to become the most powerful sorcerer in the magic universe!”

And the plotbunnies multiply in my head...

He calls Obscurum on the magicphone and reems him out for the delay in putting out the core of Lumenia. Obscurum denies any problem—and right behind him we can see the Winx doing magic on the core. Heh. Obscurum pretends the magic signal is breaking up. Valtor lets him go but then does this roar of evil rage. Pretty cool.

But yep, Valtor's back. And I feel like he was dead. Really very dead, and I can’t remember and I need to watch season 3 again! I also remember Valtor was created by the Three Ancestors and their “son” but he was really more like a homunculus than an actual human being, but was that actually in the show or is it just in my head because it’s a cool idea? And spellcheck does not know the word homunculus, it’s not THAT obscure of a term… Ok, ok, back to the episode.

The Winx are still battling but there are an infinite number of star-eaters and Obscurum can portal them in and out as he pleases. The Winx are careful not to go through the portals themselves, which is smart but not so adventurous of them.

Apparently Valtor promised Obscurum could rule Lumenia, and Obscurum isn’t sure he’s serious.

There is some byplay with happy playful star-eaters... suggesting they aren't evil creatures?

Three star-eaters are chasing three lumens. Flora flies down and the lumens hide behind her legs. It’s pretty cute.

Twinkle attempts to fight a few. She's a fearless little thing. With no talent she just ends up banging into walls a lot, but good on her for trying.

Obscurum vs. Winx. He summons the big star-eaters but the girls are able to blast them apart into a bunch of little ones, which run away. The big ones are called “starchomps.”

Pretty good battle. Bloom’s got her dragon, Stella makes a good showing. Tecna's got the awesome attack where she turns into energy and blasts herself right through the giant star-eater. Go Tec! It’s not quite the season 7 levels of cool attacks, but it’s close.

But they're too late. The light of the little sun has been eaten, leaving just an empty bubble. Can the Winx use Cosmix convergence to light it up again?

Of course they can!

Twinkle celebrates very cutely.

Back with Valtor, he's dozing on his throne when Obscurum returns. Obscurum gloats, then Valtor shows him the Winx restored the sun and tosses him down an endless portal a few times. Like Doctor Strange did to Loki. Heh. Wonder if Rainbow copied the idea.

Valtor: “Winx, you’ll pay for this. That is a promise.”

All is well on Lumenia so it's time for a concert! Magical transforming instruments! I still think the band thing is kinda dumb but I love those instruments. The dolls do indeed have transforming instrument purse accessories.

Valtor watches the girls sing through a portal. He says the Winx are “seriously becoming a ball and chain” which is weird language and says he wants to “get rid of them once and for all” which I think is exactly the words Icy used last season! Valtor is cool looking and his voice actor is clearly giving the role his all, but the writers don’t have anything new for him to deliver. Not yet anyway.

Obscurum dances along while Valtor attempts to make evil plans. Valtor smashes the viewing portal and storms off. Obscurum calls it back and keeps on dancing.

Concert over, the Lumens cheer. Then Bloom gets a call from Miss Faragonda-- they're late for a pop quiz! We cut to the girls running through Alfea. Sky's there and catches Bloom to ask where she’s been. Bloom missed their date! Oh no!

Grizelda catches the girls too, and they tell her one sentence each that the mission was a success but Obscurum got away.

Potions class! It's just the Winx and like four minor fairies so I can see why Palladium didn't want them to cut class!

Stella dozes off. Musa is so sleepy she hands Tecna the wrong test tube and their cauldron first explodes on them then totters around barking like a dog, which I like. Palladium’s gotten younger just like everyone else, but he’s as cute as ever!

Night. Riven calls Musa. She doesn't answer. Tecna puts on a record and invites Musa to dance. Ten out of ten for cute. And I suppose shipping fodder for anyone who wants to pair them up!

Aisha dumps her suitcase back in the drawer.

Stella hauls her giant suitcase back up the stairs.

Flora greets her plants.

Bloom sits in her window with Kiko, looking out at the stars.

Valtor has discovered a shell-shaped spaceship that, I see from the next episode trailer, is full of blue lumens. He tries out his evil laugh again.

Ok so, they had to be back for a pop quiz. So it’s not just the art style that changed; the girls are students again! This really is a semi-reboot not just an aesthetic upgrade. I guess it had to happen. The target audience for Winx is school age girls, so the girls had to stay that age themselves, and there isn’t really a good way to explain it. The fandom has suggested that their time travel in season 7 could have resulted in the world turning back a few years so that’s a possible explanation, or you can put your own idea on it.

#winx club #winx club season 8

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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 5 years

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Til the End of the Night / Ch15: In which Roman does some coloring

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Summary: No one is having a good day, except maybe the witch.

Warnings: small mention of Deceit if that bothers you

A/N: i wrote literally all of this chapter today in one sitting because @fangirltothefullest left a comment on the previous chapter on AO3 earlier and i was like “oh heck it’s been nearly two months since i worked on that” so this one is dedicated to her for making me remember to write it

AO3

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Virgil spent his time until the witch returned sorting through his pockets, making sure everything really was still there, and trying to get into character. His entire plan- such as it was- hinged on making sure she kept believing he was a creation of the Imagination like herself, so he couldn’t very well go around talking like a normal person. He had to be as dramatic as everything else in this ridiculous place. By the time the door opened again, he’d come up with a suitable persona to slip into.

“You may call me the Sorcerer of Storms,” he intoned when she asked for his name, and tried not to combust on the spot from embarrassment. He hadn’t been able to come up with anything better, under pressure as he was.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sorcerer.” The witch leaned back in her chair. They were sitting across from each other at a small table, now, staring each other down over some sort of magical drinks Virgil definitely wasn’t about to put anywhere near his mouth. “Now, let’s get started, shall we? Tell me everything you know about those heroes you were traveling with. Abilities, weaknesses, anything you’ve learned.”

He knew this was probably a test. She knew some things already, and wanted to make sure he could be trusted not to lie to her. Unfortunately, he had no idea what those things were. Well… what would he know, if he really had been an evil sorcerer planning to betray them all along?

He leaned forward, elbows propped on the table, as if about to impart secrets. “Let’s see… the taller one is an alchemist, but he has no innate magic. If you weren’t an idiot and took his bag away, he’ll be essentially powerless now.”

“Of course,” she scoffed. “What kind of second-rate villain do you take me for?”

Virgil nodded a bit apologetically. “Only making sure. The other one has healing magic- it doesn’t seem to work on himself, but he’ll probably have healed any injuries on his friend by now, if they’re awake. He’s also more trusting. I think the alchemist always suspected me, but he never did.”

She smiled, taking a sip of her drink. “Gullible heroes are my favorite kind. I imagine he’ll just be crushed when he learns the truth.”

He smiled back. “Oh, definitely. Can’t wait.”

“Patience, Sorcerer. I want to learn a little about you. Tell me, what brought you to seek revenge on the Prince?”

Subjecting him to small-talk? She really was evil.

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After a painful half-hour, the witch had finally asked all her questions, and Virgil could only hope he’d answered them convincingly. He almost would have preferred being locked up and treated as an enemy over the back-and-forth game of forced politeness they were playing, neither of them really trusting the other. It reminded him of talking to Deceit, back when they were on speaking terms. Eugh.

At least he didn’t need to fake his eagerness to go down to the dungeons with her and break the news of his “betrayal” to the others. She didn’t need to know he was mostly just impatient to make sure the two were okay.

The Dragon Witch led the way, and Virgil did his best to memorize the path she took to reach the cell holding Patton and Logan. The dungeons were… pretty much what he would’ve expected from a dungeon belonging to an evil witch. Dark, cold, and generally unpleasant to be in. He had to suppress a sigh of relief when he stepped into the cell and found his friends unharmed- well, aside from the harm of being knocked out a little while ago, obviously. They were sitting on the floor, Patton curled up against Logan with his glasses off, looking like he’d been crying.

Virgil felt a magnetic tug in his chest- Patton was upset, and he knew Logan’s tells well enough to see he was stressed and scared, even if he hid it under anger; he should be there to protect them. But he couldn’t do that. All he could do was stand beside the witch, forcing a wicked smirk as she gloated over how stupid they’d been to trust him. He winked subtly at Logan when she wasn’t looking, just to make sure he knew it was an act, and got an equally subtle nod back.

“I can’t believe you actually fell for it,” he said smugly, realizing she was giving him a turn to speak. “I mean, just look at me- you really thought I was one of the good guys?”

“Yes!” Patton cried, suddenly turning to face him, and Virgil almost faltered. “We- we trusted you! We thought you were a misunderstood, good sorcerer!” Ah, right, the witch had introduced him with his fake name. Patton must be playing along.

He laughed. “Your mistake. I was only using you to get to the castle, the plan was to take you out once we got here.”

Logan, who was not very good at acting, simply glared at him and fell back on the old classic, “How dare you?!”

“Very easily. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have no further use for you- I’ve got some revenge to be getting to.”

He winked one more time for good measure, now that Patton was looking too, and strode out of the cell with his robes flowing dramatically. After a little bit more gloating, the witch followed, locking the door behind her.

Patton slumped as soon as they were gone, whining under his breath. He hadn’t wanted to show too much weakness in front of the witch, but he was still very tired, and most parts of his body still hurt.

“At least we know Virgil is unharmed now,” Logan offered. “I assume he plans to use his current position to assist us in freeing ourselves.”

“But it’s dangerous. I don’t like him being so close to her… what if she figures out what he’s doing?”

Logan hummed. That was, indeed, something worth worrying about. “There’s not much we can do to prevent it, but if you’re feeling better, I might get up and take a closer look at our surroundings. It would be… reassuring to have a backup plan, if something were to go wrong.”

Patton nodded. It would also, he knew, make Logan feel better to have a problem he could try to solve, even if he didn’t get anywhere with it. “Go ahead.” If he was examining the cell, he wouldn’t be able to turn his scrutiny on Patton, which goodness knew was the last thing he needed right now.

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Roman’s attempts to think of a new way out weren’t exactly going well, mainly due to the fact that he was still just as helpless in his tower room as before, only now he didn’t even have the mirror. But he couldn’t rely on his friends to save him anymore- in fact, they probably needed some saving themselves, now, from wherever the Dragon Witch was keeping them. How could Roman help them if he couldn’t even help himself?

It all felt so hopeless, but he tried anyway. He paced the room, sat in every available spot in every position he could think of in hopes it would inspire him, but nothing came. And eventually, using that method, he couldn’t avoid eventually sitting in the chair in front of the little table, in front of the witch’s papers. He refused to look at them; he wasn’t going to help her.

He wasn’t.

He wasn’t. Really. He’d sooner die.

…

Did it count as helping, if he kept all his suggestions purely aesthetic? Because he really could not stand to have his kingdom taken over by a witch with such an uninspired army of darkness. Surely just adding a bit of color couldn’t hurt anything.

…Maybe just the one magical flamethrower?

The witch’s smugness, when she opened the door around sunset to find him bent over the table with colored pencils scattered everywhere, was absolutely unbearable. “Not going to fall for it again, hmm?”

Roman blinked a few times, slowly, as if coming out of a daze. His eyes widened when he saw what he’d done, and he cursed loudly and jumped out of his chair, scowling at the witch. “It- it doesn’t matter, I’m still not making this for you! You aren’t catching me by surprise this time, you fiend, I can resist you!” He closed his eyes and tried to think of other things, anything but the designs he’d just been working on.

The witch sighed, right next to his ear, and he startled. “Oh, are you certain? It would be such an amazing image, hundreds of soldiers equipped with everything you’ve drawn here, marching off to destroy whoever stands in my way…”

Roman tried, he tried as hard as he could to blank his mind and keep that (admittedly cool) image firmly out of it. But as soon as the witch had finished speaking, he felt it again, that feeling of a piece of his very essence being ripped out. He gasped, struggling to stay on his feet. It hurt- maybe worse than last time, or maybe he’d just forgotten.

“Thank you, there’s a good prince,” she cooed, patting his shoulder mock-sweetly. “You know, that wouldn’t be as unpleasant if you’d stop fighting me so much. You should consider it.”

“Over my dead body,” he ground out, realizing as he said it that it made very little sense under the circumstances.

“What? No, no, that wouldn’t work at all. I need you alive.” She smiled, an expression which made Roman very, very aware of the “dragon” part of her name. “Alive, and under my control… and you will be under my control, eventually. Even if it takes a century in this tower for you to agree.”

She walked out laughing- an evil laugh, of course. Roman saw, just outside the door in the second before it was shut and locked again, a newly appointed guard wearing the armor he’d designed. After that, he folded his arms on the table and put his head down in defeat, ensuring he wouldn’t have to see anything else.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #my post #my writing #til the end of the night

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illwynd · 6 years

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It’s spookytime! For those of you who may not know, I have a tradition of writing horror or otherwise Halloween-themed fics for October. I’m behind schedule this year and floundering trying to get ready (feel free to throw prompts at me, if you think of anything that seems like it might be up my alley) but for now here’s a list of my previous spookyfics, best read in the dark:

Dead wings carried like a paper kite (thorki, graphic violence, death, horror) (49k words) In the heat of battle, Loki kills his brother. As soon as Thor lies dead at his feet, though, he realizes this is not what he wanted. So he brings Thor back, and surely all is well again. Right? This is by far my most disturbing fic, IMO. It took me four years to write it. I think I got it right.

October (thorki, psychological trauma, dark themes, dubcon) (10k words) Thor moves into a new neighborhood where everyone seems to be really into Halloween, except the old house on the corner… Maybe a sweet little spooky romance. Maybe.

Hail and Farewell (thorki, broken relationship) (4k words) Thor has had enough and he leaves Asgard, abandons his godhood, and starts another life as a heavy metal musician, playing gigs and leaching off the power his fans give him when they call his name. He is content, until one day one of his kin shows up to plead for him to return. Type O Negative-inspired aesthetic with urban witch asshole!Thor and sad!Loki.

Blood Is Life and sequel Blood Is Life (Eternal) (thorki, vampires, violence and death) (12k words) Where Loki comes from, vampires are being hunted down and killed, so he runs north, hoping to find somewhere safe. Along the way he comes across a perfect mortal minion. I read way too much Anne Rice in my youth. I’m actually quite fond of these two little fics, and everybody’s gotta write a vampire story eventually, right?

The Joy of Vivisection (thorki, character death, blood and gore, torture) (5k words) With Odin asleep and Thor banished, instead of trying to use the Bifrost for his purposes, Loki comes up with a somewhat different way of dealing with his Jotun problem… Loki is a goddamn mess.

Like His Long Sleep (thorki, spooky, dark elements) (3.5k words) When Odin dies in battle, Thor inherits the Odinforce—and the Odinsleep. When he cannot be woken, the people of Asgard call upon the new king's sorcerous brother-enemy for help. But Loki's intentions soon go awry, and he just might be in over his head. Loki is a goddamn mess once again, though in a completely different way this time. He’s good at that.

Chasm (thorki, character death, torture, dark elements) (2k words) Thor has been captured by Dark Elves and chained in a cave. Loki comes to him. Mixing smut with horror. Fun times.

Haunted by Shadows, Shadowed by Death (thorki, character death, fantasized necrophilia) (300 words) After Loki's death on Svartalfheim, Thor mourns. After that, the daydreams begin. Just a wee little dark ficlet set after TDW.

If only we could wake up soon and scream (Loki/Sigyn, myth-based, horror and gore, torture, character death) (10k words) When Loki is chained in the cave, everyone expects that he will eventually escape. What if, instead, he gives up? One of my older fics and certainly not my best, but I still like the concept.

Sea and Storm (thorki, violence, character death) (2k words) A storm. A shipwreck in the middle of the ocean. Sailors bobbing on the water, struggling to survive against the hostile creatures of the deep. But there is always more to the story than that. Merman Loki and sailor Thor, unpleasant version.

Over Now (thor + loki or past thorki, character death) (1.3k words) A dark post-Ragnarok ficlet in which things are not okay... This one draws inspiration from Rune Thor during the last comics Ragnarok. I hadn’t seen IW yet when I wrote it, obviously. But... well.

Enjoy! >:D

#my fic #illwynd is a weirdo

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glossolali · 5 years

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Dragon Prince S2 Liveblog

E1:

- eyyyyyyy hot aunt amaya and sunfire elves!!!!

- aw man I didn't realise how much I missed my little children and this show

- i forgot how beautiful the animation is damn... the aesthetics, the music.... 😍😍

- the moon nexus and magic makes me wanna pick up my world of warcraft night elf druid again

- Zym is so fckn cute aaaaaaaaa

- ummmm wtf that ocarina make moonshadow elves sleep???

E2:

- lmao these idiots (soren and claudia) are still pretty great

- "don't talk to me until I've had my hot brown morning potion" 😂😂

- they made pancakes?? i'm

- Claudia is exactly who I thought she was lmaooo "widdle baby dwagon"

- "do you always whisper when you're being judgemental" lmao

- damn those eye drops are pretty terrible viran should get a refund lol

- oh nooooo he knows :((( poor bb

E3:

- loool soren... this dumb boy "weep-ridden"

- ugh poor boy he's 14 and has to be ezran's father figure and protector now..... ugh

- i'm down for more shenanigans with soren and claudia joining the party but it sounds shady af

- Lujanne is so great lmao "it's been great having you desecrate this sacred place for the least few days"

- Well that went south fast

- AAAAAAAAAAA this is great lol they got plaaaaaayed

- Claudia's character is so good.. a goofy misguided powerful dark magic sorcerer... we love layers

- eyyyyyyy corvus is back

- who is this cool ass starry elf omg they're so sparkly and mysterious

- ugh why do coming of age stories always hurt so good.... callum :((

EP 4:

- yaaaay pirate adventures!!

- i'm a huge fan of human rayla too lmaooo

- it's not a real fantasy story if there's no sailing portion with a terrible storm lol

- yaaaaaassss sunfire elf queen!!! I stan already

- hmmmm going to be struck by lightning to understand the sky primal I don't know about that one

- oh shit Zym!!! 😱😱😱

- amaya going barefist against a fire sword what a fuckin badass

- FIRE GOLEM FORM!!!!!!

- damn I wanted that moon arch mage to fuck viren up :/

EP 5:

- Looool can't wait for this little queen to read viren's condescending ass to filth

- "it seems I am a crown without a n adult and you're an adult without a crown" BURNNNN

- wow the theatrics... evil drama nerd ok werq

- god callum please read the stupid letter... when he actually reads it it's gonna be too late lol

- ohhhhh their lil fam is so cute 💓

- we love a king concerned with social justice

- ooo h h nooooo bait is grey and sad and lonely :'( why did that make me tear up

- we love a couple that spars, while having a serious conversation!!!!!

- THERE'S MORE THAN ONE DRAGON

- soren is so dumb god...

- poor dragon :( humans are stupid

- ezran is so good :') hugging dragons :'')

- rayla is amazing... i love her

- DARK MAGICIAN CALLUM YAAAAAASSSS

- oh no soren :( ugh I feel so bad :( he's dumb but he's just a kid :(

- aaravos's little bug is kinda cute heh

EP I lost track sorry:

- yoooo we're gonna see some dark link reflection shit with callum

- Aaravos!!!! I love him already but I'm nervous about the "how may I serve you?" why would potentially the most powerful archmage we've seen so far be stuck somewhere and also be ready to serve any random person like a genie in a bottle....

- ohhh nnooo o ooooooh ezran 😭😭😭😭😭 he found out in the worst way and he's just a baby nooooo

- ugh soren 😭😭😭 "I'm glad I can't do anything anymore" fuck... poor kid

- this episode is coming for the jugular i'm ouuuuuut

- oof soren's trying so hard to be hopeful ughhhh h h it hurts

- all my children are HURTING and I HATE IT

- shout out to berto the parrot though "I have questions" and "i'm huuuuuuuge" lol

EP 9:

- i'm so nervous about viren having access to power like what Aaravos has...

- aw Claudia 😭 and ezran and callum 😭😭

- MY POOR LOVELY LOST CHILDREN 😭😭😭 i wanna protect them all 😭😭

- it's interesting seeing Claudia and ezran and their different relationships to nature and how to use it

- yaaaaaassss my boy found his sky magic again

- ah fuck Claudia went too far by healing soren didn't she......

- aw why is he leaving :((( and why does have to grow up so fast i don't like this

- ooooooh hh what is aaravos doinnnngggg I really really hope he's more chaotic neutral than he appears right now...

- AHA!!!! HE IS?? loyal to...... actually nevermind his loyalties are just confusing.. maybe he's just an agent of chaos

- Zym saves the day 😭😭😭 so cute 💕💕

- FUUUUUCKKKK cliff hangers are the worst

#okay omg this season was sooooo fuckin good I love this show #I can't wait for the next couple seasons #dragon prince #the dragon prince #dragon Prince spoilers #glossopost #long post

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 6 years

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Covetous Thunder: Ch.9

Aesthetic Courtesy of beautiful @prettybubblesintheair!

Masterlist

Covetous Thunder Masterlist : DARK!THOR

I’m not sure who many chapters this will end up being!

Thor Odinson x Plus!Size Reader

Words: 2,000

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! THIS IS A DARK THOR FIC! NON-CON DUB-CON LANGUAGE VIOLENCE Thor BEING AN ASSHOLE! This went way over what I intended so I will post it in parts! Putting under the cut as always! Oh this is just torturous! Infinity War Spoilers? Do we still have to put that?

A/N: NO SMUT THIS CHAPTER! Sorry!

The team, really all the men of the Avengers, which included Tony, Bucky, Sam, Peter Parker who Y/N found out was spider-man, the sorcerer Strange & Bruce Banner. All were polite, & didn’t ask anything out of the way, but it was obvious they were making sure he wasn’t too rough with her, though they allowed it, didn’t mean that they didn’t care what happened to Y/N.

As it became later in the evening Thor brought out the mead, Y/N immediately excusing herself to the bedroom, her last encounter not going to well. It left her hanging over the toilet while they waited for Bera to help her, the old healer cursing Thor for allowing her so much.

“No! Hey, where are you going!? You’re the prettiest one here,” Tony yelled after Y/N who had told Thor of her intentions and turned to look at the group before stepping down the hall.

“Sorry guys, mead & I don’t get along, & it's late,” Y/N laughed, turning & continuing down the hall followed by boos, but thankfully the door shut out the noise.

Come 3am, Y/N was asleep, having curled up under the blanket she had found in the closet, the book she had been reading sitting in her lap. The loud boom of thunder followed by the bellowing of Thor had Y/N jerking awake, the book flying to the floor. Body shaking from having been woken from a troubling dream of her own, recalling some facts that it had to do with Thor & some man she hadn’t seen before.

“YOU MIND YOUR TONGUE,” the god bellowed, sending Y/N heart to her feet.

Fumbling with the covers, thunder sounding & having grown accustom to how the charge felt. Glad that she wore boy shorts & a t-shirt to bed. Staggering around & heading for the door, F.R.I.D.A.Y telling Y/N to hurry. Sprinting into the living area, noting the couch scooted into the kitchen counter, looking over it to see Thor bearing down on Sam, while Tony tried to hold him back along with Peter, Bruce & Bucky. It would have been comical had she not witnessed the three on Thor knocked to the floor.

“THOR! STOP,” Y/N yelled, vaulting the couch, pushing in front of Sam.

The chaos, all the chaos around them, & it slowed for the two of them. Y/N reaching up to push the god back, hand reaching out for the lamp, something slipping into her hands. Room going still, weapon going over her head to protect the Avenger at her back, what could an untrained mortal do with a lamp? Thor stopping eyes going wide & baking away along with everyone else. The storm calming, Y/N pausing with the lamp over her head & looking at the room. Wait, this is…

Y/N venturing to look up at what she held over her head, hearing someone, probably Tony say, “can she do that,” eyeing the battle ax in her hands then looking back to the stunned god, heart about to beat out of her chest.

“Fuck,” Y/N breathed, letting the weapon fall to the wood floor with a loud crack & taking off towards the bed room, she had to call Bera.

“Y/N, wait,” someone shouted after her, while Y/N pushed around the couch, sprinting to the bedroom to lock the door behind her.

Going strait to her closet, throwing on clothes & paying no mind to who beat on the door. Stepping into boots before stepping out onto the deck, asking the air around her to be sent to Bera. Swallowed in white light when the French doors opened, the men watching her disappear.

“Y/N,” Bera spoke surprised stepping out of her bedroom clothed in her long robe, Y/N looking to her with tears in her eyes.

“Bera… I… Thor he was about to hurt Sam… & I panicked… I.. I.. he’s going to kill me,” Y/N yammered, the healer waving her hand for her to calm down.

Coming forward slowly Bera took Y/N in her arms, to lead her to the fireplace, making her sit on the couch, holding tight to Y/N looking the mortal over for any wounds & finding none as Y/N shivered in her arms.

“Breath get your mind in order then tell me,” Bera calmly commanded, petting over Y/N like a daughter.

A ragged sob ripped through Y/N, what the hell just happened anyway? What the actual fuck?! Bright light illuminating the porch in front of them followed by thunder, making Bera get to her feet to stalk out on the porch, slamming the door to lite into Thor.

“What the Hel is wrong with you Odinson,” Bera snarled, but this time he wasn’t backing away, Y/N was his & he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Did she tell you,” Thor breathed out, mead on his breath, clothes disheveled.

“Norns! Are you drunk,” Bera snapped, looking the god over.

“NO! You know I can’t… is she ok, tell me that much,” Thor ordered, trying to look in the window, spotting Y/N on the couch.

“She’s fine! What happened!? I thought you were treating her better,” Bera snarled once more, stepping forward to continue ranting but Thor made the healer pause when he bellowed it out.

“She called Stormbreaker to her hand & wielded it,” Thor bellowed out, making the healer back up, looking at him as if he had sprouted several more heads.

“How,” Bera breathed.

“I don’t know,” Thor bellowed but called his anger back, looking in to Y/N who peaked out at him, then back to the fire.

“I don’t know,” he spoke more calmly.

“Can you…,” Bera began hinting to if he could still wield the weapon.

“Yes, when she dropped it I called to the ax & it came to my hand,” Thor admitted, looking to Bera wounded, obvious he needed his peacemaker that was huddled on the healers couch.

“Give me some time, I’ll get her calmed down & brought to you,” Bera spoke soothingly.

Y/N looked back to the door when Bera entered, watching Thor step of the deck and begin to walk the mile back to the cabin, he needed time. Looking at Bera, trying to not sniffle, god how that embarrassed Y/N to cry, to sniffle like a baby. The old healer taking a seat in front of Y/N who waited for her to settle & fell into her arms.

“It's alright little one,” Bera soothed, stroking over her shoulders, using seidr to release the tension, soothing her worry.

“He’s not mad, his worried, & he needs you. So, I want you to calm down for me. It means nothing bad that you can wield Stormbreaker, it means you are meant for him, do you understand? We all have a missing piece, a, how do I say this, a version of ourselves that we spend centuries looking for, one that is like us in ways we could never understand, & it looks to be that you are his,” Bera explained, soothing along a pliable spine that was relaxing, head falling into her lap, breathing calm.

Thunder sounding, but not harsh, calming, like the god knew Y/N loved to hear, knowing it had to take a lot for him to cause that distinct rumble that felt as if it echoed through her body.

“Your lover speaks to you,” Bera smiled down to Y/N, filling the mortal shiver.

“I know,” Y/N echoed, finally sitting up to look at her.

“You're ready,” Bera spoke with a smile, Y/N nodding to her she was.

The light flashed in the French doors of their bedroom, the door opening slowly & shutting gently. Stepping in to find the god sitting on the bed, his naked back to her, shoulders hunched, looking like a kicked puppy, thunder rumbling through her chest.

“Thor,” Y/N began, toeing off her boots & dropping the jacket on the chair next to the door, stepping to the mattress.

Thor looked over his shoulder at Y/N giving a faint smile, reaching a hand back not sure his mortal would take it. Watching Y/N start around the bed to stand in front of him. HIS mortal kneeling in front of him, looking up into red rimmed eyes that mirrored his own. Not moving when she reached up to caress over his cheek, but instead slid from the bed to his knees, wrapping his arms around her tight.

Y/N needed no words, pulling him tight, kissing over his spiked-up hair, the gel making it to stiff & ruffling over it to soften it.

“What happened,” Y/N hushed, stroking over his shoulders, arms tightening around thick middle, not wanting to speak.

“It was brought up,” was all he said, meaning someone may have made a statement about, well the obvious.

Guilt over still not being able to save Asgard, his sister, Loki, though it had to have taken something spoken harshly to set him off. Thor was talking to about it, even when Y/N knew for a fact the others were around to hear their conversations when he checked in from a mission.

“Where are they,” Y/N asked hinting out to the guys.

“Sam, & Bucky went to a hotel, Bruce is on the couch, Peter on the other & Tony had to return to NY with Strange,” he explained burying deeper into her chest.

“Ok baby, it's OK,” Y/N cooed to the god, stroking over his shoulders.

Truth be told Y/N needed this to calm down more than he did, fuck the whole he needed to remain mentally stable, so she could survive. Y/N needed him now, it was his turn to help her & as if sensing it he pulled her to her feet. Moving to the bed, the lamp cutting on, so he could look down into Y/E/C eyes that sparkled up at him, searching.

“Looks like you really are my other half,” he spoke, hinting to Stormbreaker who sat next to the bedside table.

“It was a fluke,” Y/N lamented, looking at the weapon, Thor taking her hand in his, holding it while reaching out to Stormbreaker the weapon coming to his hand that he then pulled away leaving her holding it in midair.

“That looks like no fluke dove,” he spoke huskily into her ear, calloused hand ghosting down her arm, taking the weapon from her hand, Y/N pulling away as he laid it over his shoulder looking down at her.

“Why don’t you put your… weapon, away, & we can keep the boys up,” Y/N smirked up at the god, taking a heated kiss to pull away, the taste of mead making her intoxicated.

“You would like that wouldn’t you,” he smirked on her lips, watching Y/N look up at him, spinning to tug him into bed on top of her.

“Rain check? Wait till the mead wears off or we will be calling Bera to come pull me out of the toilet again,” Y/N admitted, the god on top letting out a huff, but smiling, knowing she seen his tiredness.

“Aye dove, tomorrow,” he smiled, moving so she could shimmy out & under the sheet, moving to take clothes off but he stopped her.

“Leave those on, don’t want the team seeing what is mine,” Thor laughed, hinting to Y/N to keep the leggings but jerked them off, leaving herself in panties & tank top.

“No, you will burn me up,” Y/N smirked, watching him shed clothes down to boxers but stopping & crawling into bed, laughing at the look she gave him.

“What, I don’t want them seeing what is yours,” he smirked back, crawling under the sheet next to her laying down & allowing his mortal to settle.

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