#look at my majestic adopted sons

[chaos-event-horizon]

Izuku Goes Home

If you don't like Endeavor, or you aren't able to be civil about him... Skip this.

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Izuku sighed, effortlessly lugging around two backpacks on one shoulder and a laptop bag in the hand of his unoccupied arm. He was crossing through alleys and back roads, taking the long way to the bar to avoid traffic cameras in a route that had been specially made for him to use by his mentor... His new family. There wouldn't necessarily be any love lost between him and his birth parents-- hell, he didn't even know what his "dad" looked like anymore-- but part of him still felt bad about leaving his alcoholic mother behind.

But it was time for bigger and better things... And time for him to have a life, rather than hiding in the shadows of his room to avoid the emotional manipulation.

"Funny..." He mumbled to himself. "Being a vigilante in hiding is going to be more freeing than living in my own home and not having to worry about school..."

"Oh. It is you."

The green haired teen's eyes flew up from the sidewalk, and he found himself face to face with Endeavor.

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"O-oh..." Izuku mumbled awkwardly, shifting his bags slightly. "Hey uh... Mister Todoroki...?"

The adult chuckled, crossing his arms. "You can call me that, if you want..." He said, eyes barely shifting behind his mask. "What's with the bags?"

"Oh... Y'know..."

"You're right, I do," Endeavor said. Izuku blinked, and the pro hero rubbed his neck. "My relationship with Shouto has... Gotten a lot better lately. He knew I'd be in this area today, so he told me you were heading out with 'some stuff'. Didn't want you getting mugged. I thought he meant you were a gopher today to go sell something... And now I need to apologize, because that's obviously not the story here."

Izuku swallowed. "Yeah. I'm uh... Making a spontaneous move."

"I'll say. You get enough of your stuff?"

The teen blinked stupidly for a half second, then nodded. "Uh... Yeah. Clothes and essential stuff... I could have carried more, but this was all I needed."

"I see..." Endeavor said, glancing up at the sky a moment, then sighing. "Right... Well, I won't ask questions... And I won't report you or tell anyone where you're going."

The green haired kid perked up at that, tension he didn't even know he was feeling releasing from his muscles. "You won't?"

Endeavor grumbled. "Yagi's a bastard... But a good one, in his own crazy way. And the more I think about it and look around, the more he might be right. If he and Shouto both picked you, then that's good enough for me to trust you too... But that chaotic little twerp he married isn't welcome in my house anymore."

Izuku blushes, not really knowing what to say to that. "S-Sir...?"

"Yagi told me a while back... You're his 'Shouto'. His legacy. And it's obvious that my son's gone ride or die for you. If your home life is as bad as your eyes say it is... It's my duty as a real hero to make sure you find a safe place to go. And there's no safer place than in a room with that bastard when he likes you."

"Th...thank you, Mister Todoroki."

"Don't mention it. If anyone asks, I never saw you today... I'm assuming that with your quirk, you don't need help carrying anything, but did you want some company?"

Izuku blushed again, and would have tried to ask a question, but Endeavor continued. "I can put two and two together, kid. There's no record of Yagi having a quirk before he got into school, and now a kid about that same age, completely unrelated to him, suddenly shows up beside him with the same quirk? Both of you are lucky no one knows his identity or thought to look into why a bunch of kids were suddenly hanging out at a bar."

The teen made no comment, but instead quietly started walking as the pro hero followed.

They walked silently for a while, before Endeavor spoke up again. "You probably think I'm an asshole... And you might be right. But getting back in touch with Yagi and seeing what you've done for Shouto has changed my mind on a lot of things. I'd already been on the fence... But I think I'm going to tell my son he doesn't need to become a hero if he doesn't want to."

Izuku's eyes flew back up. "W-what?"

"After everything that happened with his mother... I'd hoped that giving him the goal of doing better than me and changing this crap system would have done him good. But now I see that it's almost impossible to change things from the inside. If he wants to avoid the grind altogether, or even join you and Yagi....I'll protect that desire for a better world."

"... Can I... Can I ask what happened to his...?"

"... It was a very stressful time, back then. Our marriage had been arranged, you see, and we didn't exactly have overwhelming feelings for one another. But she was beautiful, and as soft and cold as fresh snow, and I grew to like her favorite flowers The more I picked them up for her. The goal was to see if our quirks would mix and eradicate both of our weaknesses, so our children wouldn't be bothered by the heat or the cold."

This story felt so familiar to Izuku, somehow... But he let the feeling fall away as he listened.

"It didn't exactly work. Most of the kids took after her, because that's just the way human genetics turn out. Shouto's only the way he is because of a 'genetic abnormality'. I call it a miracle. But... Two of his other siblings ended up with ice-type quirks, and an aversion to heat, just like their mother... But one of his brothers ended up with my quirk. Better, actually, because he could produce hotter flames that could burn even longer than mine... But he still had that dangerous weakness to heat that his mother had."

Oh no.

"When Shouto's quirk manifested... Touya began to lose it. I had to teach Shouto how to safely use his fire-- bad idea to let a toddler run around lighting things up-- and of course I had hopes that he might follow in my footsteps, when his siblings were honestly just unable to because of their body's limits... but Touya thought it meant I was abandoning him."

Oh fuck.

"He began acting out. Burning himself on purpose while trying to force himself to become accustomed to the heat. Trying to prove that he was better because his flames were bigger. Trying to take away the supposed limelight from Shouto, when it wasn't even there for him to worry about..." The adult got quiet, and it almost sounded like his voice cracked. "He ran off, saying he was going to this hill. It... It sounded to me like another bid for self-harming attention. I didn't go, because usually when that happens, everything's fine as long as he doesn't have an audience... But Rei went. And I didn't know until it was too late."

Oh my god.

"They burned up. And our family hasn't been the same since..." The hero said softly, looking at the sky while they walked. "Grief is a funny thing... I pushed Shouto harder than anyone has a right to push a child, trying to make sure he never used his flames to hurt another person. Every time I see his face... It's like I'm staring at Rei. Natsuo blames me for everything. Maybe he should. And Fuyumi... She just tries to keep us all together. Shouto... Shouto carries the scar of wearing his mother's face, in a house that will never see her again in any other way. And he and I both have to live with that."

Three more steps, and they were at the bar. Izuku... Couldn't even begin to collect his thoughts.

"Sorry if that was too heavy... But if you're going to help Shouto heal any more than you already have, you should have some context for where some of that pain comes from. I'm sure from his perspective, I'm just an asshole who pushed him into a life he doesn't want. He was too young to remember or understand when it all happened... Good luck with your new life, Midoriya. You're always welcome at the Todoroki household."

"..Yagi."

"Pardon?"

Izuku met his eyes, and he gave the adult the best grin he could. "My name is Izuku Yagi, and I'm going to make sure Shouto has reasons to smile."

Endeavor paused, then cracked his own grin before turning around and walking off. "I'll hold you to that, and expect you to be the best bastard you can be."

Izuku smiled to himself, using his key to enter the bar and head up to the apartment. He'd expected to find his new parents there, since it was still morning... But instead there wasn't a soul in sight.

"That's weird..."

He sat his stuff down and wandered into the kitchen, where Rian left notes on the table... And find one he did.

Hey Izuku!

If you're reading this... Sorry we aren't here yet! We were planning to help you get settled in and go out to lunch... But Hinata decided she wanted to join us and is coming a bit early! We'll try to be home soon, so hang tight!

-Rian

Ps: if you're hungry, there's plenty of snacks in the fridge.

.....

.....

"...WHAT THE FUCK?!"

#this counts as lore. #look at my majestic adopted sons

[insanitybl00m]

Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree

Chapter Four - Cielo The Unicorn

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Missa took a while to wake up. He didn’t feel like getting up and leaving Phil. He just took a bit of time to let Phil sleep in his arms.

Eventually even the birds were singing. “Cuervo, we should probably pack up and get going.”

“What?” A muffled voice said as Philza tried to get even closer to Missa. Despite them being so close that it would be called cuddling in any other scenario.

“It’s time to wake up.”

“Nooo…” Missa laughed. Chayanne always hated mornings. 

“I can try and find some food for you.”

“There are strawberries wrapped in a handkerchief in my bag.”

Well there goes the bribe of food. “Will you get up please?”

“Only for you…” Phil said. He was sleep deprived. He clearly didn’t intend for Missa to hear that. And even if he did, it didn’t mean anything. Right?

Missa pulled himself upright. He’d get the strawberries Phil mentioned. 

When Missa saw the strawberries he couldn’t help but let out a gasp. Woah. These were practically perfect. They didn’t look like they’d been in a backpack for two minutes let alone two days. 

He took a bite of one. They were perfect. They might as well have been created by the stars themselves.

“Like them?” Phil asked, his eyes were puffy from sleep, emphasizing his almost catlike pupils.

“They’re amazing.”

“Glad you like them.” Phil smiled. “They’re from my garden back at my house.”

“You grew these?”

“I’ve been growing plants since I was little, its second nature to me.”

Wow. The only thing Missa remembered learning as a kid was singing. But that wasn’t really productive like gardening was it? (At least that’s what spreen said. Music wouldn’t help their family, but learning how to fight would help the whole kingdom. At least that’s what he said before he died when the new king took power…)

“Ready?” Missa stared up at Phil. Oh. He got lost in thought again. 

“Yeah, yeah; I should be good.”

And so they left their makeshift campsite. Making their way west, a trail left by adventurers before them. 

“Have you met any creatures from the tales of the fae before now?” 

“Oh uh…” Did he tell Philza about Chayanne; About the true story of his adoption? He couldn’t risk his son getting hurt. He couldn’t tell anyone. Why did he even think of telling Phil? Nobody could know about Chayanne’s history. Not even Philza.

“No. I haven’t.” 

Phil couldn’t help backing away at the horrible smell of the lie. Why would Missa lie? What fae has he met before?

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Missa’s answer was short. Short and sour. Had he had bad interactions with the fae before? Did a fae curse him? Crap.

“I think—“

“Look a unicorn!” Missa whisper-shouted. Philza rolled his eyes at the terr—

Holy shit.

It was a unicorn

Missa slowly made his way into the woods, he pulled out some oats from his bag. He packed food to try and keep animals away but both times he had used it it had been to convince them to come closer. 

The unicorn locked eyes with him. He sat down and offered up the oats to the majestic creature. 

The unicorn rested its head on Missa’s lap and it started eating the oats Missa offered it.

Philza was starstruck.

Missa managed to calm down a wild unicorn. Even the fae with the purest soul couldn’t tame a wild unicorn. Let alone a white unicorn. 

His husband was just sitting there giggling as he pet the unicorn. No. He was not Phil’s husband. He was a travel partner. That’s it. They might be bonded by fae laws but if Missa didn’t know that then Phil would ignore the bond. He would let Missa decide. 

But even the stars couldn’t fault him for the possessive part of him that desperately wanted to call Missa his. If he couldn’t call Missa his husband he’d settle for ‘His Missa’. At least for now.

He realized Missa was petting the unicorn's mane. He was petting the unicorn’s mane. Philza had no right to get angry. It was a touching moment. A beautiful creature trusting his human.

Stars above, he needed to stop being so possessive over Missa. He was a human. He could make decisions for himself.

But he was still angry. Not at Missa, he could never be angry at Missa. He was angry at the unicorn.

Why? It didn’t do anything to hurt Phil. Or more importantly Missa.

Oh. He was jealous. He was jealous that the unicorn got its mane brushed with Missa’s hands. He was jealous that Missa was braiding the unicorn’s mane. He wanted that. He wanted Missa to brush his hair and put little braids into it.

Missa was astonished that the unicorn’s mane was so soft. He whispered to the creature as he braided the soft strands of hair. “Hola Cielo.”

A soft neigh in response.

“Is that your name huh? Cielo?” Missa stopped petting the unicorn but it rubbed its head back into Missa’s hand.

“Ok Cielo, you’re very pretty.” Another neigh, almost like the horse was saying ‘I know’

“I’m heading to the caverns of the night with my friend over there. He’s really nice. Do you want to meet him?”

The unicorn shook its head no.

“¿Que? Can you understand me?”

A nod.

“Well then why don’t you want to meet Philza?”

A flash of orange mixed with deep greens and vibrant pinks filled Missa’s mind.

“What the hell was that!” 

“What was what?” Phil asked, he had started making his way over to Missa and Cielo.

“There was just a huge amount of color out of nowhere!”

“Oh.”

“Oh what?”

“You named it.”

“I what?”

“Did you give it a name?”

“Yeah, Cielo.”

“Shit. You tamed her.”

“Her?”

“Yeah, if you look closely at their manes, males have golden strands mixed into their hair and females have silver.” 

Missa squinted at Cielo’s mane. “Oh.”

“Anyway, you gave her a name, you calmed her down with your kind soul and she accepted you as a friend.”

“With my soul?”

“I really need to start explaining how creatures of the fae work don’t I?” Phil sighed before continuing. “Unicorns can sense the souls of those around them. The lighter in color they are, the harder they are to please. The fact you managed to appease a pure white unicorn means you have a truly kind soul.”

“Oh, but that doesn’t explain the color thing, right?”

“Unicorns communicate with emotions. Because you tamed her she feels a bond to you. She can show you emotions through that bond.”

“Woah, Cielo, were you trying to communicate with me?”

A nod from the unicorn as she stood up. She backed away from Philza, he must have been getting too close for her comfort.

“What did you ask her when she showed you the emotions?”

“I asked why she didn’t want to meet you.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, then my head was filled with orange, green, and pink.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“What does that mean?”

“She was reflecting my emotions onto you.”

“What? She can do that?”

“Apparently? I’ve never seen a human bond to a unicorn before, how should I know?”

“So what were you feeling?” Philza looked away, Missa saw a tinge of pink on the tips of his ears. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes.” Oh. That surprised Missa. He was expecting Phil to just play it off like nothing bothered him. 

“That’s ok, you don’t have to tell me what you were feeling if you don’t want to.” Missa looked back to where Cielo was meant to be standing. “Cielo?”

“Oh, they do that sometimes. Especially the wild ones.”

“They disappear?”

“She probably traveled to fairyland. She’ll be back.”

“So she’s just going to appear whenever?”

“She’ll come back if she senses you need her. Or when she feels like it. Wild unicorns are a bit like outdoor cats. They do what they want but they’re loyal to you.”

“Oh.”

“C'mon let’s get back on the trail Wisteria. There should be a village about an hour from here. We’ll get there in time for sundown.”

Missa obliged, the nickname rendered him speechless once again but he followed Philza along the path.

“This is the closest civilization to the caverns of the night.” Phil said when they stepped into the village.

“How far away are we?”

“Four hours on foot.”

“So we should stop here for the night.”

“Sounds great to me. There should be an inn around here somewhere…”

Missa spotted a sign in the distance “look ‘the travelers inn’!”

“Great eyesight Wisteria.”

The pair walked to the inn. “Hello!” The innkeeper exclaimed. She was awfully excited for a lady who looked to be about seventy. 

“Hi, rooms for two please.” Phil said, pulling out a bag of coins from his backpack. 

The lady’s smile fell. “We only have one room available. Recently there was a small incident with a customer and well… we only have one room for rent at the moment.”

“Oh.” Missa said.

“That’s ok Miss, we’ll be fine with that.” Phil said.

“Really? Thank you so much! Most travelers have been going to the new fancy inn at the center of town. I just can’t keep up anymore.”

“How much?”

“Oh, 30 gold coins.” Missa’s jaw nearly dropped. That was so cheap for a room. Especially considering the woman was renting out rooms in the closest village to the only known place where dragons liked to nest. 

“Are you sure Miss?” Phil asked, his smile was dropping too.

“Positive. You’ll be on the second floor. Room 201.”

“Thank you again.” Missa said, waving as the two of them walked up the stairs to the room.

When Phil opened the door Missa couldn’t understand why a room of this size couldn’t fit two. There was a window, a closet, a full bathroom… oh. There was one bed. Granted it was a bigger bed than the two bedrolls they slept on the night before.

“I’m going to shower.” Phil said. “There’s a book about creatures of the fae in my bag. You should read it.”

“I didn’t know people had written books on creatures of the fae, other than the tales of the fae.”

“They haven’t, it’s my personal journal. Notes with every creature I’ve seen.”

He stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. 

Maybe Phil had a point, what if that unicorn today was just magic from the fae, trying to lure him into the depths of the forest. He didn’t expect to know so little about the fae he had been reading stories about since he was a kid. But those were just tales. This was stuff Philza had actually seen. 

So he grabbed the small leather bound book from his bag and sat down on the bed. Opening it to the first page. 

The Fae

Humanoid class

-Fae (general)

-Pixies

-Changelings

-Nymphs

-Sirens 

-Huldra 

Beast class

-Unicorns

-Kelpies

-Dragons

Shit this was long. Missa flipped through the pages. He should probably look at the dragon pages. 

Dragons

Most dragons have a humanoid form however they are classified as a beast due to the way they act while in their natural form. 

Dragons are known to be greedy and territorial. They are rarely seen except for when they are guarding their young in the caverns of night. 

Missa felt sick to his stomach. He was going to intrude on a dragon and its children? How cruel would that be? 

His thoughts were interrupted by the door to the bathroom opening. Philza had changed into loose fitting clothing. He came and laid down on the bed. He adjusted so his head was in Missa’s lap, cat-like eyes staring up at him.

“Need something?” Missa asked. He was ignoring how close the two of them were. Again. Stars above he needed space to process everything that happened since he met Philza. 

“Can you brush my hair?”

“¿Que?” Missa didn’t understand how Phil was so open whenever Missa asked him a question.

“Like you did with the unicorn.”

The pieces clicked. “Oh my stars you were jealous. That’s what the green was, it was jealousy.”

Phil was silent.

“That’s ok.” Missa started to brush out Philza’s hair with his hand. “Tomorrow we will go to the caverns of night to get dragon scales right?”

“Mhm.”

“And how do we do that?”

“There’s two ways. You can kill a dragon, which is hard, the scales make them unkillable unless you somehow manage to attack their underbelly. Or you can convince them to give you them but they will only do that in their humanoid form.”

“Oh.”

“We’ll figure it out though. I’ll help you complete your quest. I promise you.”

“Thanks Philza.”

He gave Missa a soft smile. “Thank you.”

Philza had moved to actually sleep but Missa was still reading the book. 

Unicorns trust those with pure souls

Missa was sure that Cielo bonding to him was a mistake. There was no way he had a pure soul. He flipped through the pages. 

“Missa…” he woke Phil up, he just wanted to rest peacefully and Missa ruined it.

“Sorry.”

“No, what's wrong?”

“Cielo bonding to me was a mistake.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way my soul is ‘pure’. I’m not special. I abandoned my son, I’ve done terrible things.”

Philza’s heart was breaking seeing Missa cry. “Come here.” He pulled Missa into a hug.  “You are not terrible. You didn’t abandon your son. You are doing this to save him. That’s the most caring thing you could do.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

“You are the most caring person I have met.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I mean it with my whole heart.”

“…Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for telling you the truth.”

“Still… thank you.” Missa pulled out of the hug and wiped at his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

Missa gave him a soft smile. “Well, goodnight.” 

“Night.” Missa turned away from Phil and blew out the small flame from the lantern. 

Phil moved the journal away from Missa, setting it on the floor. 

“Goodnight Missa.” He whispered.

And with that final goodnight said to his love; Phil slowly fell asleep as well.

#qsmp #pissa #pissa nation #qsmp pissa #pissa au #TFUTWT AU

[eydi-andrius]

ENDING BLUE

PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FIC SUNDAY MORNING COFFEE YET.

author's note: Thanks for reading! You're probably one of those who loves the angst and sad endings. ME TOO!

I hope you like this one! 💙

divider by: @cafekitsune

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The waves were peaceful today. The soft breeze and crisp smell of salt in the air is amazing and relaxing.

The sun that was usually harsh and unforgiving were tamed by the clouds, adorning the blue sky.

Such a majestic view. You know Nanami will love it here.

“How about it, my darling? It's beautiful isn't it?” Clasping the pendant filled with some of Nanami’s ashes, you looked at the sea and imagined him walking and running around in happiness.

Everywhere you look at this place, the waves, the soft glow of the sun and the smell of the beach……. All of it reminds you of Nanami.

He never made it back.

That night he promised to follow you after a week or so, but it didn't happen. Instead, it was Yuji you saw in front of your parent's door that day. He was holding a white envelope filled with Nanami’s will.

You don't even need to hear what he has to say. His youthful face adorned with scar, right ear covered in bandage and eyes red from tears, you just know what happened.

You broke down in front of him. Your wailing scared your parents and they rushed to wherever you were. Yuji, who obviously tried his best not to cry on the way to where you were to deliver the news, broke down in tears too, he used his left arm to cover his face.

There was no body recovered. Yuji told you how he died. You’re not even sure if the ashes given to you had a body on it or it was all just the things that remained after he died. They also gave you his blunt sword, which looks more worn than when you last saw it. Holding his weapon made you cry but not in tears of losing him this time. But from knowing that he fought hard that day and up until his last breath he protected those kids to the best of his ability, even if his power is not on par with Gojo. You are proud of him. He died for those kids’ future, that's so much like your Nanami, your darling.

“Hey? Do you like this one?” Yuji’s voice echoed throughout the empty villa and you looked back at him with a smile.

“This is perfect.”

It turns out, anything written on a sorcerer's will, will be granted by the association. They will provide all of it as a thank you for their services until death.

At the moment you and your legally adopted son, Yuji, are looking for a house near the beach. This was all just temporary, until Yuji turned the legal age and can live on his own, that will be the time that you will move to Malaysia, on a beach house, you and Nanami have been eyeing once, and was mentioned on the passing.

Yuji’s adoption as well were handled by them. You’re not sure what strings they pulled for you to legally adopt Yuji, but they did it. It was also written on his will, not for you, but for Nanami or so they said. He wished to adopt Yuji and take care of him. You were told you can deny that wish, being a single mother is tough, but you accepted it with all your heart. Because Nanami wrote the conversation you had with him on that one movie night. It was a conversation you had together.

“Yeah. He will love it here.” Yuji smiled back at you as he stood beside and leaned against a pillar, his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie. After a brief look around at the scenic view, his eyes landed on your frame.

“How are you?” With a tilt of his head, he asked.

“Better than nothing.” You replied, short and curt.

“Hmmmm” Yuji nodded in agreement and a comfortable silence fell.

You breathed the fresh salty air and the smile you have is not even reaching your eyes. Everyday you miss him. Everyday is a struggle to wake up knowing that you will never see him again. Everyday you are afraid that one day you will forget how he looks, how his voice sounds, how his presence makes you feel safe and loved. Everyday you are thinking if it was even worth it to live without him by your side.

However, you know Nanami will want you to move forward. To live the life you dreamed of together, even if you have to walk the beach alone. With only your footprints on the sand following your path forward.

You touched the pendant again and prayed. You missed his warmth.

“It’s only a matter of time, my darling. I can't wait to see you again. But for now, be with me, and let's live the life we dreamed off together.”

#eydi andrius #fic: sunday morning coffee #ending blue

[tremendouskoalachild]

list of everything i didn't like about avatar: the way of water

(sorry avatar head mutuals, love you guys but i have very little positive to say about it)

(this is just me venting because i have Thoughts in my head and nobody i know irl has seen it. i wanna enter the new year with a cleansed mind i guess)

(for context i saw it because i had an opportunity to see it for free and went, fuck it. i am not a fan of the first film and haven't seen it since 2010. i also do not vibe with james cameron movies in general)

ruins the any day now meme by actually coming out :(

is an hour longer than it needs to be and two hours longer than it should be. i get that it's about the experience and all but pretty blue people admiring majestic creatures does, in fact, get old eventually

james cameron can't help himself i guess. the amount of underwater exploration scenes is borderline masturbatory, not to mention the whole finale taking place on a sinking ship

please tell me they didn't use the actual papyrus font for the subtitles. idk how noticeable it is in the original but watching the film subtitled is painful until you get desensitized to it

colonialism is apparently not enough to make us root against the humans. no we gotta show them gleefully murder a space whale momma (who composes music 🥺🥺) and her baby

the fact that the destruction of nature is treated as more heinous than the attempted genocide of the na'vi (who are pretty transparently stand ins for native americans) is to be expected from the franchise... i still hate it though.

bad guy lady disappears like midway through. and i had such high hopes for her after she was shown using her mech suit arm to drink coffee. slay queen

for such a ruthless piece of shit (affectionate) the main bad guy doesn't know what to do with a hostage. buddy you could have ended the fight like four separate times. you even had redundancy because they always manage to capture several kids at once 😭

the character accused by every video essayist alive of being a white savior wears dreadlocks now. idk kinda tone deaf if you ask me

the decision to just have the Na'vi speak english is cowardly as fuck. didn't you guys make a fully functional conlang for the first movie??

it also makes it more difficlut to tell what language is being spoken in various scenes. literally what is going on and who understands whom

neytiri was done dirty. barely present most of the film and underdeveloped.

even though the original movie apparently fucked over the hired composers i can't deny that its music fucked. can't remember a single melody from the sequel though

main villain being able to commune with nature without any self-reflection sucks ass. you could say he just subdued the flying thing through it comes back later and is apparently loyal so what was that

the spider situation is really weird. his adopted family don't really seem to care about his abduction much (was jake sully being more literal than i realized when he called spider basically the family's stray cat?? idk neytiri sure doesn't seem to give a fuck about him). the weirder thing though is how he is not restrained or even really supervised while captured despite being open about his loyalties

not to out myself as a space racist but i couldn't tell the two brothers apart until like halfway through at which point one got a lot more spotlight and it became clear the other was done for. rip son number 2 i literally don't remember your name

does this decanonize the avatar theme park 🥺 (this is a joke. all i know about the park is from that one jenny nicholson video and the lore does not seem all that good)

the love interest girl's character is said like once or twice in the whole movie. i was listening for it since i was crushing on her (because neytiri is barely in the movie)

there are multiple instances of a boat being thrown into the air and none of them look real

i swear they say "four fingers" when they mean five at some point. yeah i'm reaching here

the plot is paper thin and so many of the situations are incredibly basic

#there may be other things #but i'm done

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The hobbit x neko heterochromic teen reader part 10

Dale and the race of men.

You go to Dale with the Mirkwood elves to help the people of Laketown. (Above is your armor.)

You are awaken to the sound of a racket outside your bedroom followed by your adoptive Father bursting in wearing armor "Y/N armor up! we are heading to Dale." He said as Anna came in with clothing that wasn't from your wardrobe. You quickly bathed, Anna put the clothes on you with Thranduil helping you with the little armor (Image above but change the cape to the white cloak.) then Anna did your hair and put a circlet that looked liked the one Thranduil's wearing on your head.

After getting dressed you were escorted to the stables were Thranduil and an army of elves are waiting with a wagon of previsions.

You walked up to Thranduil who is astride his giant elk that looked at you with its Beady charcoal eyes.

One of your bodyguards helped you up with Thranduil picking you up from your underarms and sitting you in front of him on the majestic beast "Hello little one." A deep mellow voice said making you look to the elk in wonder but Thranduil looked like he was going to have a heart attack "Hello." You said to the majestic bull "My elk is talking." Thranduil said in amazement "Yes I am." The bull told his rider "So this is one of your new powers?" He asked giving orders to the army to move out.

After hours of riding you and the elves of Mirkwood arrived to Dale. You and Thranduil rode to a human man with shoulder length hair and some stubble on his face. They began talking but you could only stare at Erebor in awe as you are so close to it 'It's even more amazing up close.' You think to yourself "I thought Neko's went extinct fifteen years ago." The man said looking at you in surprise "she's proven use all wrong." Thranduil said glancing down at you.

Later on after yours and Thranduil's tents are set up You ended up meeting Bard's children. His son and older daughter are your age a bit older then you while the youngest was about 10 years old. You found the son Bain quite handsome and found yourself very fond of him and his sisters Sigrid and Tilda whom you got along very well with.

You and Bain are walking around with you healing the wounded with your healing powers which Bard was really thankful for "Thank you so much Lady Y/N." He said "your welcome Lord Bard but please just call me Y/N." You said to the human who smiled "Only if you call me Bard." He said happily upon seeing his people happy that their was help until a familiar voice was heard and Bard walked out to investigate.

Your POV:

After I finished healing the wounded Bain and I went our separate ways for the day, I made my way to Dad's tent but stopped upon hearing the familiar voice again.

Raising my eyebrow I looked in to see "Gandalf!" I said running over to the Wizard and hugging him since I haven't seen him after we left Beorn's house "Y/N L/N? By my beard It's been awhile my dear," He said hugging me back while Dad rolled his eyes "Of course she knows Mithrandir." He said to Bard “It’s now Y/N Greenleaf.” I said to the grey wizard.

Bard looked surprised "So she also knows the dwarves?" He asked making me nod "I've been with the company for three months after orcs destroyed my village, then when we went to Mirkwood Dad and I made a deal I stay in Mirkwood he lets the dwarves go before Durin's day. After he adopted me I've been living in Mirkwood since." I said to Bard while Gandalf had a look that screamed *what happened while I was gone?* but it turned serious as he spoke of the fact that the dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor while Bard, Dad, and I followed him to the edge of the tower mines and Dad's tents are on as he says that there is an army of orcs and that they could destroy all of the lands. I nearly choked when he said the name of my homeland and I couldn't help but look at Dad "I thought you said K/N was destroyed." I said in sindarin making Gandalf turn to Dad "Thranduil? Please tell me you didn't tell her!?" Gandalf asked making Dad have a look of terror and he swore in Sindarin. All of them unaware of a group of orcs listening from a distance.

Somewhere else no one's POV:

A man with sickly grey skin, a few strands of Dirty brown hair, one Green eye and one Amber eye, he also had cat ears and a tail. He sat on a throne of silver with violet silks with a few orcs surrounding him with Azog the defiler himself standing in front of him talking in black speech "Yes Azog once we find my sister she will be your bride weather she likes it or not." The twisted neko said looking at the pale Orc until four orcs entered the room "Master Arrow! Master Azog we found the girl." A small and skinny Orc said with a twisted smile showing his sharp rotten teeth making the neko and pale Orc give twisted smiles of their own showing sharp and crooked yellow teeth "I'm coming for you my bride." The pale Orc said in English.

#thranduil #bard #mirkwood elves #platonic #neko reader #the hobbit #heterochromia #the company of thorin oakenshield #fanfic

[liron-ao3]

Your true colours

Castiel leans forward against the sudden weight pulling at his shoulders. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, not only his body.

Tears prick his eyes when he turns to see what he already knows to be there. The phantom limb pain hadn't left him for years. Strangely, having his wings restored feels more numb than the ghost of them that he never fully got accustomed to.

His feathers glimmer beautifully in the evening sun, rainbow colours dusted over the black. Castiel smiles, and spreads them tentatively. They look majestic. They had felt that way, too. But that was a long time ago, when he still was a stuck-up angel, didn't know anything about the beauty of humanity, the glory of free will, and emotions like love.

He doesn't feel he fills out his true form anymore, too much used to his humanoid body. He can feel his grace swirling through the other sphere, his dozens of eyes checking his surroundings in a perfectly orchestrated dance. He can see Dean walking through the woods, getting closer to the clearing that had been a tightly treed grove just a few minutes ago.

His eyes give him the bird view, and Castiel chuckles. What a full circle. He may not have been buried in the ground, but it looks so much like the place Dean crawled out of all those years ago.

Dean is calling for him from a distance. It feels good, the unguarded longing oozing off him, the love, the desire. Castiel can feel it all now. He couldn't be sure at the end, his grace running so low that he often felt more human than ethereal. Now, he's brimming with it, just like the day he was created.

Castiel has existed for aeons, but he has only lived for twelve years. Eternities pale against his time at the Winchesters' side. At Dean's side.

Castiel's smile grows even wider when he hears the gasp behind him, announcing that the man he loves has found him.

"Holy crap!" Dean all but shouts.

Castiel turns slowly, the wind gently ruffling his feathers. "Hello, Dean."

Dean huffs a nervous laugh. "You're back. And to old glory."

Castiel looks down at himself, Jimmy's coat and suit look the same. Does he, too? And which version of himself? He went through a few since he pulled Dean out of hell.

"Jack restored my wings," he says matter-of-factly as if it wouldn't make his chest pull tight and the wheels of his true form spin a little faster. He's not even sure why he knows that it was his adoptive son. He simply does.

"I can see that, man. They're beautiful."

Castiel's eyes narrow at the last word. He folds his wings behind his back and clears his throat. "They usually come with duty," he states. Why else would Jack heal him in ways only God is able to if not for being a messenger again, a warrior?

"At least the new boss isn't an asshole," Dean says, hands twitching.

Castiel nods. "So, you won. I was surprised when the Empty spit me out and I could feel Jack's presence mingled with Chuck's and Amara's. What happened?"

"Long story. But if you have to leave for angel business…"

Castiel stills, focussing on the heavenly sounds in his head. "I'm not ordered anywhere right now."

Dean's face splits into a smile "That's good." He clears his throat. "Wanna come… home?" The last word comes out wavering.

"You mean the bunker?"

Dean blushes and runs a hand over his neck. "I had hoped…" he trails off.

"That…" Castiel probes

Dean licks his lips. "I didn't know you'd be a full angel again. It's silly to think that you'd stay with m… us."

"You'd want that?"

Dean's cheeks turn crimson. He shuffles his feet. "You surely have more important things to do than hanging out with a bunch of ex-hunters."

"You gave up hunting?" Dean shrugs as if it were nothing. "What are you doing now?"

A corner of Dean's lips curls up into a lopsided smile. "This and that. I'm too old for most jobs I'd be interested in. And dead to the system. At the moment, I go moonlighting in a garage. We don't really need the money, but it's good to have a reason to get up in the morning, you know?"

Castiel nods in understanding.

"But maybe, I don't want to get up anymore," Dean chuckles. Castiel squints at him. Dean looks shy. It's an unfamiliar sight, but Castiel loves seeing this side of him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Sam barely does since Eileen is back."

Castiel presses his lips together, but he can't hide the joy spreading through his chest as they twitch helplessly into a smile. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Dean croaks. "Not sure if you're the cuddly kind, but…" He sighs. "Will you live with us? With me?"

Castiel's wings tremble out in excitement, startling both Dean and their owner. "There's no place where I'd rather be, Dean."

Dean huffs a laugh and closes the distance between them. He grabs the lapels of Castiel's coat and looks at him for a long moment before he leans in and brings their lips together.

Castiel sighs into the kiss, his wings curling around Dean just like his fingers around his hips.

"I love you," Dean whispers in the safety of their feathery cocoon.

Castiel huffs a laugh. "This… makes me very happy."

#destiel month #post canon #fix it #wings #Destiel #Deancas #Destiel fandom #Deancas fandom #Destiel fic #Deancas fic #Destiel fanfic #Deancas fanfic #Destiel fanfiction #Deancas fanfiction #Destiel oneshot #Deancas oneshot

[forever-rogue]

Hey there, could I please have #2 from your prompt. With it being Din's first, maybe having to either blindfold or blackout the room with the reader? Please and thank you!

2. Kiss

This prompt has me all kinds of soft and gentle and I love one Man(dalorian) so much!

The Mandalorian Masterlist

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A huff escaped your lips as you stared at the metal ceiling of the Crest. It was almost pitch black, with only a bit of light filtering in from the small crack in your door signaling that Din too was still awake as well.

Grabbing the scratchy blanket, you pulled it tighter around your body, wishing the chill would go away, but it was pervasive. No matter where you were on the ship or how many layers you wore or blankets you dragged into your small bed, you always felt cold. Rolling onto your side, you squeezed your eyes shut, willing your mind to settle and calm, finally letting you get some sleep. It had been...days since you’d had a good night’s sleep. Your body was desperate for it, and you were sure your mind wasn’t far behind.

But it never seemed to come; instead you spent countless hours lying in the dark staring into the blackness as you tried anything to sleep. To be fair, a lot had been on your mind lately, things you weren’t really sure how to address or even bring up in conversation without worrying about scaring Din off.

Instead you remained quiet, making up all sorts of scenarios in your mind of how the conversation could possibly go. Meanwhile in your waking hours...well your day to day hours, you’d been quiet, retreating more within yourself than you ever had. You didn’t think it was that obvious, prepared to use the guise of giving Din his space and not wanting to interfere with the Bounty Hunter’s work.

But it was fruitless. Din had just been as restless, often pacing around the hull of the Crest for hours after he thought you were fast asleep. There were at least a hundred things he wanted to say, and however he phrased them, he was sure they would scare you off. So he paced - and paced - and paced - and...

Wanting to tear your hair out, you almost jumped out of your small, hard bed and went to the small wardrobe you pulling out another sweater, one of Din’s hand-me-downs that still smelled like him despite having been washing numerous times and threw it on. If you were going to be awake, you might as well make use out of time or find something enjoyable to do.

Poking your head out of the door, you looked around and found the coast clear. Not that you were pointedly trying to avoid Din, you just didn’t need him to worry or fuss over anything. When it came to you and the green bean he was decidedly protective, sometimes almost too much so. But you didn’t mind, not really anyway; it was nice to know that someone was looking out for you.

Sighing lightly, you wished you could go and grab the little one and take him with you. But luckily, unlike his adopted father and yourself, sleep came easily to him. It was almost too much to watch him grow from an excited little blur to practically falling asleep as you held him in your arms. You were going to miss him so damn much when it came to actually giving him back to his people, whether that was the Jedi or more of his own species. But you weren’t going to think about that, not yet anyway. Instead you were going to focus on making every day with him count as much as possible.

And Din.

Once the little one was gone, there would be no use for you either. And then you’d part ways and...something. You hadn’t thought that far ahead. You’d just sort of...been going along with whatever life seemed throw in your way. You supposed you could go back to Sorgan or even Nevarro now that it was safe...maybe you could even link back up with Cobb Vanth and find something to do in Mos Pelgo. Whatever you would be forced to do, it would work out. You’d make friends in many places now, one of them would be able to help somehow.

Pulling yourself back into reality, you slowly, and as quietly as you could, lowered the ramp to the Crest and hopped out, almost stumbled over our own feet as you landed on the soft, grassy floor. You were smack in the middle of the forest, finding it a majestic place untouched by the hustle and bustle of the nearby city. It was calm here, peaceful - nothing but the soft chirping of insects and cooing of sleeping birds meeting your ears.

The sky was clear here, beautiful and giving you access to the millions of glittering stars that light pollution normally absorbed. Humming under your breath, you walked a few paces away from the ship, eventually finding a small log to sit on. You let a long, world weary sigh as you plopped your tired bones down.

You leaned back slightly looked up, naming as many stars as you could, picking out all the constellations that you were father had taught you about as a small child. But even that, so tranquil and all consuming, lost its fun after a little while.

Before you knew it, a few tears ran down your cheeks. You weren’t even sure when you had started crying, or when your thoughts had turned back to the Mandalorian and your son. But like all things in life, it all seemed to come back to them.

Sniffling quietly, you dabbed at your eyes, wishing that you would pull yourself together and get over it. You had to be strong, if not for them for yourself. But kriff. It was hard and there so many things you had left to say and if you didn’t you were positive you would -

“Mesh’la?” your heart jumped at the sound of Din’s voice. You had been so lost in your head you hadn’t hear him approach or anything. Swallowing thickly, you turned around to face him, offering him a small smile before turning away from that swearing gaze, “what are you doing out here? I thought I heard you leave.”

“Nothing,” it was neither the truth or a lie but it would suffice. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he came over and sat down next to you, where you’d automatically made a spot for him, “couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re crying,” it wasn’t a question so much as a statement as he watched you closely, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing Din,” you swallowed the lump in your throat as you played with your hands in your lap, “just tired is all. Haven’t been able to sleep much lately and I think it’s getting to me.”

“Oh,” he said softly as you nodded. it was silent for a few beats as a sort of awkward tension hung between the two of you. Clearing his throat quietly, he shifted in his spot so he could turn and face you properly, “w-what’s been going on with you lately? Have I...have I done something?”

“What?” your neck almost snapped as you looked in his direction, giving him a confused expression, “Din, no, it’s nothing like that.”

“You’ve been quietly lately,” he pointed out and you realized you were most definitely not as sly as you thought you were, “you’ve been avoiding me...”

“I haven’t been...” your voice trailed off as you shrugged in defeat, neither confirming nor denying his accusations, “sorry.”

“Will you talk to me?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, “I’m afraid that if I tell you what’s on my mind you’ll want nothing to do with me. And I’d rather just...have you this way than not at all.”

“Please don’t disappear, not again,” he said quietly as he hand slowly, hesitantly, reached for yours. You looked down at his much larger hand, this time not burdened by his leather gloves, but displaying warm, golden skin, “I’ve been...I’ve been wanting to tell you things too.”

“Oh?” you asked as you slowly put your hand closer to his, inch by inch, eventually letting your skin touch his, “what...what did you want to say?”

“I...” he stared at your entwined hands, admiring how small and soft yours looked in his; unmarred and unscarred, pure to the world unlike his which had done horrible things. But yet still, you’d never run from him, never spurned him for his past or judged him. You’d always cared for him with an open heart. You waited with baited breath as his touch sent shivers throughout your whole body, “I’m not always good with words.”

“Me neither,” you admitted with a small laugh, “obviously. But, Din...I...I’ve been thinking about this, all of this...how things are eventually going to change - come to an end. I don’t...I don’t know what I’m going to do when it’s my turn to leave you.”

“Who said you were leaving?” he seemed genuinely shocked as the helmet tilted to side and you were positive there was a look of confusion on his face. You looked up at him, opening and closing your a few times as you tried to decide on whether or not he was serious.

“I just...I came to work for you to help take care of the little one...once he’s home, you don’t need me anymore,” you pointed out as thought it was obvious, “I just, I figured I would have to leave too. Without him-”

“No,” he firmly, but gently, cut you off, “no, you’re not - no. it was never supposed to be like that. I thought you knew that...I thought you’d stay, I want you to stay.”

“You do?” your eyes widened as you met the black T of his visor. Tears were threatening to well up and spill over as he nodded lightly, “I didn’t think...me? Why me?”

“I told you I’m not always good with words,” he admitted with a small huff of laughter, “I’ve spoken more words to you in the time I’ve known you than I have probably in the last twenty years.”

“Din...”

“Maybe I can’t put it well into words, but maybe...may I show you?” he asked with a noticeable shake to his voice. You offered him the smallest and most heart melting smile as you nodded, “can you close your eyes?”

“Yes,” your eyebrows shot up for a second before you realized what was going on and you squeezed your eyes shut as tightly as possible. Your heart was beating so wildly, you were sure that he wildly you were positive he could hear it. Once he was sure you couldn’t see anything, he timidly reached up and released the latch for the helmet, pulling it off with a small hiss and setting it next to his feet. Your heart was surely about to burst when you realized that he trusted you with this; he trusted you fully and completely.

“I’ve never...I’ve never done this before,” his voice was small, nervous, as his hands found your face and gently traced over your features. He couldn’t believe was able to finally experience this, the simple act of seeing you with his own eyes, unobstructed by anything else; to touch you in such a gentle manner with his skin on yours. It was heaven; no - better than heaven.

“Din...”

“May I kiss you?” a small smile spread across your features as you gave him a gentle nod, placing your hands on wrists as you rubbed the delicate skin there.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow, almost achingly so at first, the way he barely brushed his lips over yours, in nothing more than a quick, gentle kiss.

But when your face lit up, eyes still closed, his heart melted and he knew he had to do it again. And so he did; each kiss become more heated and confident as he got his first taste of you. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t have stopped, never ever. He hadn’t realized just how much he needed to kiss, but now that he first taste he was hooked.

After what seemed like a small eternity, he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. Sighing contently you sneaked a few more kisses before you reached up and touched over his features, just as he had done to you.

“You have a mustache,” you almost giggled as you traced over his lips and he made a small sound of amusement.

“Do you not like it?” he questioned, almost immediately wondering if he should get rid of it.

“No,” you admitted and he panicked lightly, “I love it. I bet it suits you perfectly. It tickles a little bit, but I like it.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you again?”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “what color are your eyes?”

“Brown.”

“You hair?”

“Brown.”

“I bet you’re magical, Din Djarin,” you whispered, ghosting your lips over his, “maybe...maybe one day I’ll get to see, but until then, I’ll keep all of this in my mind, and my heart.”

“I promise,” he breathed you in gently, committing every bit of this to memory, “I promise one day you will see. But you have to promise me one thing first.”

“Anything.”

“Please don’t leave.”

“Never,” you promised, “never.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #star wars #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #soft hours start now and end never 🥺 #okay but i actually like this one lol

[rpmemestorehouse]

2010′s Internet Memes Starters

Change wording as needed

“Are you frustrated?”

“What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I-”

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“Are ya winning, son?”

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“Gonna cry? Gonna piss your pants maybe?”

“I’m gonna do what’s called a pro gamer move.”

“Say sike right now.”

#ask meme #ask starter #sentence meme #sentence starter #original memes #inbox meme #inbox starters #rp meme #rp prompts #rp starter #Author's note: I'm so exhausted after making this. There are too many memes. #Anyway see you in like ten years when I make one for the memes of the 2020's

[plan-d-to-i]

Does WWX ever felt anger on behalf of his parents or intestine take in my opinion did he ever hate his parents or resentful that no matter where he gone he just can't escape it?

Does WWX feel resentful of his parents? No. WWX loves his parents very much and deeply values the small scraps of memory that he has left of them.

As he says after Madam Yu casts aspersions on his parentage: “Both of my parents are real people in this world. I don’t want others assigning me to other households!". WWX doesn't want the Jiangs to be his parents. He's not adopted by them. He understands the difference between himself and YanLi & jc even if he doesn't believe that one's place in society reflects their value as human beings: “What’s wrong with servants? I’m also the son of a servant, aren’t I?". I'm sure he cares deeply for JFM and is grateful that JFM took him off the streets, but he doesn't see him as his father.

He also doesn't bear the Jiangs any resentment. He doesn't even hold bitterness towards YZY in spite of the horrible way she treated him. Just to be clear, he's not dumb. He knows that the way she treated him was not good:

Wei Wuxian, “I used to come here a lot.”

Lan WangJi had on an expression of understanding, “Kneeling as punishment?”

Wei WuXian mused, “How did you know? That’s right. Madam Yu punished me almost every day.”

Lan WangJi nodded, “I have heard of a few things.”

Wei WuXian, “It’s so famous that even people outside Yunmeng, even you Gusu people know—how could it be ‘a few things’? But, to be honest, in all these years, I’ve never seen a second woman whose temper was as bad as Madam Yu’s. She told me to go to the ancestral hall and kneel no matter how small the matter was. Hahaha…”

or in the Lotus Pod extra:

“He felt his back, covered in scars both old and new, and still couldn’t hold back the question he’d be thinking about, “How awfully unfair. Why is it that I’m the only one who gets beaten up, whenever something happens?”

Considering WWX's nature, these words are downright damning, however he believes in only keeping score of the good things other did for him vs the good he did for them or the hurts they subjected him to. So he doesn't carry any actual anger for it in his heart.

Although Wei Wuxian doesn't bring up the loss of his parents and what it must have been like for him as a 5 year old to suddenly find himself alone one day, with no explanation, with no knowledge why his mom and dad didn't come back for him it's certainly in his heart. But it's sorrow, not blame, or any similar emotion. We see it encompassed in that one line he says during his talk to the mob of cultivators staging the second siege: “I’ve never even seen the ashes of my parents.”

WWX has so few memories of them, yet i think that's what makes each passage he remembers, & that we're made privy to, all the more meaningful. Like WWX regaining that sense of safety, carefree happiness, unconditional love , and faith in the careful, caring support of someone else, that he hadn't really had since he'd lost his parents, with LWJ. (quote under the cut)

“Wei WuXian’s expression seemed miserable, “But the movement of getting on the donkey is too big. I’m scared that it’ll affect the wound.”

His wound had healed long ago. This was clearly being shameless. Lan WangJi stopped, turned around, and looked at him. He suddenly reached out. Making sure not to touch where he had been injured, he picked him up by his waist, lifted him gently, and placed him onto the back of Lil’ Apple. Of the two, one sat on the donkey while the other pulled the rein. On the back of Lil’ Apple, Wei WuXian grinned with curving eyes.

Lan WangJi asked, “What?”

Wei WuXian, “Nothing.” Like he had played a trick on someone, he felt somewhat pleased with himself. Although he didn’t remember much of the things that had happened when he was young, there was one scene that had always been blurrily imprinted within his mind.” “A narrow path, a little donkey, and three people. A man in black gently lifted a woman in white. He picked her up and placed her onto the donkey’s back. Then, he raised a small, small child way up high and put him on his shoulders. He was the child, not yet the height of a person’s legs. Sitting on the shoulders of the man, he was suddenly very tall, very majestic. Sometimes he pulled the man’s hair, sometimes he rubbed his cheeks. He shouted things, swinging his legs about. The woman in white sat on the donkey’s back, her back swaying. Watching them, she seemed to smile. The man had always been quiet. He didn’t talk much. He only pushed him a bit higher, for him to be taller, steadier. One of his hands picked up the donkey’s rein. The three of them were squeezed onto the same narrow path, walking slowly forward. It was one of the rare pieces of memory that he had. Those were his dad and his mom.

Wei WuXian, “Lan Zhan, pick up the rein, won’t you?”

Lan WangJi, “Why?”

“Lil’ Apple was quite clever. It wasn’t that it didn’t know to follow a person. Wei WuXian said again, “Give me some face and pick it up, won’t you?”

Although he still didn’t understand why Wei WuXian’s grin was so bright, Lan WangJi listened and picked up Lil’ Apple’s rein anyway, holding it in his hand.

Wei WuXian spoke to himself, “Hm. Now all that’s left is a little one.”

Lan WangJi, “What?”

Wei WuXian chuckled, “Nothing. Lan Zhan, you really are a good person.”

With this journey to Yiling, it was clear that their future was still unclear, even somewhat dangerous. Wei WuXian couldn’t get himself to feel nervous at all. Sitting on a donkey with Lan WangJi holding the rein, leading them down the path, his entire heart was fluttering, feeling as though he was walking on air. Even if a bunch of sects suddenly attacked from beside the road, aside from destroying the scene and spoiling his mood, he thought that he wouldn’t find it too bad.”

#idk if I answered the ask but i answered something #my toxic trait is my inability to let go of a train of thought before following it all the way down it's meandering path to the very end #mdzs #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #Lan Zhan #Cangse Sanren #Wei Changze

[chaos-event-horizon]

Part One

Part Two

Izuku sat there, awkwardly drinking a Capri Sun, as he listened to his mentor explain the baby situation to the Mini Boss.

He was fairly confident that he could break up a physical altercation, if pressed. The problem there being that he wasn't entirely sure which of the two adults would be in more danger in that scenario. All Might-- Toshinori-- was stronger and possibly faster... But only if he knew the attack was coming. Rian could grab a knife and cut someone's throat without even being in the same room.

And admittedly, the emerald eyed teen observed, Rian looked VERY throat slit-y right now. His face was hidden by his hands as he rubbed his forehead, and every line of his body was tense. It also looked dangerously like the air was starting to warp around his personal space.

~

"You're telling me..." The brunette started, voice uncharacteristically deep and even. "That you, without my consent, had part of my old reproductive organs saved. And you let Midnight-- fucking Midnight-- and Nighteye convince you to... To run experiments? On my body parts? In a lab?"

The older man sat directly across the table, perfectly calm, hands folded on the table in front of him, not showing an ounce of the regret, weakness, or fear that the teen had seen earlier that day. "Yes."

"And did it just never occur to you that I might find that... Y'know, a little jarring? A little bit of a PTSD trigger? A little bit fucking scary?"

"The pros outweighed the cons, and in my opinion they still do. I knew you'd be upset. I knew this would be hard... But I also know how badly you wished we could have children, Ri," he said. The brunette was silent, and All Might seemed to take that as an indication to continue. "You'd looked so broken whenever the topic came up. I'm not the kind of man who can sit by and let a problem fester, Rian, you know that."

Izuku took another sip, glancing between the two. All Might was still surprisingly calm, even as the distortions around the other adult seemed to thicken. Part of him wanted to chime in and talk about Hinata and what he'd seen at the lab, but... Bad idea.

"...I genuinely cannot believe you right now. And you told Izuku before you told me? ........ Slight offense intended, Izuku."

"That's fair."

"Look Kitten... I know. I'm a selfish prick. You were aware of that since the beginning," the older man said, letting out a chuckle. "The kid came so I could have a bit of practice talking about it, and because I wanted to test his resolve before I handed over One For All."

"Toshinori this isn't some kind of--"

"A joke? No. It certainly isn't. I'm dead serious, just like you."

"... You're going to take me there. Right now."

The blonde cracked a smile. "I was hoping you'd say that. Let's go."

That was Izuku's cue. He pulled out his phone with a picture of the location of the lab, holding it up to Rian. Using that, he could open a gateway to get them there in seconds. The younger adult's eyes were red as he looked up, studying the photo, then stood.

"You wait here, kid," Toshinori said, clapping the green haired youth on the shoulder as they both left.

"... Well on the bright side, at least one of them will come back."

#smitespace #this counts as lore. #look at my majestic adopted sons

[fangirlapril2004]

I am once again posting my adopted son on this hell site because I think he is very adorable

He is such a poser. He knows he’s majestic looking 💀 look at him posing looking all pretty all the time

#I’m starting to think cats know something that we don’t #there’s something about them #they walk around like they know some big secret or something #then they give that judgemental stare #anyways #i love this dumb ass

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Finding Out

Summary: Reader visits The Empty to retrieve Cas and finds out who her parents were, one of which was right there with her all along.

TW/CW: Sam Winchester x Daughter!Reader. Angst (towards the end). “Orphaned” Reader taken in by the Winchesters. Mentions of Sam Winchester x Ruby.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Could you do a Sam x daughter!reader where they found her as a baby but she was half demon so they took her in to try and be good and she grows up with them and stuff and then I’m season 15 instead of Cas going to the empty it’s her going (bc she’s half demon) where they find Ruby and Ruby admits to the reader that she’s her mother and Sams her father”

Word Count: 1,423

A/N: I feel like I should warn that I haven’t watched season 15 yet but I can still write her going to the empty bc I know what it is. I’ll try my best 😊 I hope it’s okay considering I didn’t really know what I was doing lol. I tried to make it somewhat fit into the timeline but it’s a little funky. Anyway, love to all!

Your POV

    Hi, I’m (Y/n). I was adopted into a pretty cool family when I was just a kid. I don’t remember much about it because I was only about three years old. I have an older brother named Jack Kline. He’s what they call a Nephilim which is a half human, half angel. Biologically, he’s the son of Lucifer but he always insists that his real dad is Castiel. Castiel is an angel. Then there’s Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re brothers but they act a lot like I think a mom and dad would to me. Sam is like my mom, he’s always helping me out with my studying, training, and making sure that I remember to eat. When I get in trouble, he’s the one giving me the stern mom look that I’ve seen Grandma Jody give him and Dean. Dean on the other hand usually acts like he’s upset but as soon as Sam turns his back, Dean is high fiving me for being hilarious or smart or whatever but telling me not to do it again because Sam didn’t like it. He also taught me a lot about working on cars because I help him fix Baby all the time. If we ever decide to drop the hunting life, which I doubt we will, I’d love for me and him to open a garage together.

    Anyway, enough about them. You probably would like to know a little more about me. Like I said, I was adopted when I was about three years old because someone left me on the doorstep of the motel that Sam and Dean were staying in then. I don’t remember who it was but I remember them telling me to wait there because the people inside would take care of me until my mommy came back to get me. I never knew where she went and because of it I grew up pretty quickly thinking that she just didn’t want a little child and would come back for a teenager, she didn’t. I became what most people would say is about sixteen or seventeen. I remember Jack doing the same thing after he was born. It surprised Sam, Dean, and Cas when I did it but they assumed it was because of who I am.  You’re probably thinking, okay so you’re a Nephilim, who are your parents? That’s just it. I don’t know who my parents are but I do know that I’m not half angel. I’m half demon. Cas realized that almost immediately. For a while, there was some debate about whether they would keep me but they finally decided that they would, but the search for my parents didn’t stop there.

    They called up an old friend who happens to be the King of Hell and asked him if he could tell who my parents were or at least the demon half of the pair but no such luck. So, as my powers started manifesting themselves, we started training. It took some time but I eventually became able to control them and sometimes I use them on hunts but not often as it attracts a lot of attention.  

    I’m dragged away from my walk down memory lane as I sense something shift around me. I open my eyes and look around but see nothing. Literally, it’s a giant void. I remember now. I came to The Empty to get Cas back. “You’re so much older than I expected. I bet you still have your dad’s eyes huh? Not exactly something you can get rid of,” I hear someone say behind me. Turning around, I am faced with a woman who looks almost exactly like me. She’s a small bit taller and has brown eyes instead of green like mine. She’s also wearing an outfit similar to mine. If it weren’t for the small subtle differences, I’d think that I’m looking in a mirror.

    “Who are you? You’re not like me from the future, are you?” I inquire.

    “That sense of humor sounds a lot like Dean’s,” she says laughing, “No, I’m not you from the future. How would you change your eye color to make that happen?”

    I tilt my head and think for a moment, she has a point. Before I can say anything else, another voice joins the conversation, with a hint of bitterness in their tone, “She’s your mother.” I recognize that voice instantly as Cas appears at my side.

    The woman in front of me smiles and looks at Cas, “Come on, Castiel. I was trying to break it to her gently,” she looks back at me, “I’m your mom. My name is Ruby.”

    I’m quiet for a moment as I process this new information, “So, if you’re my mom then you should know who my dad is right?”  

    Ruby shares a certain look with Cas that I recognize as a, “Do you want to tell her or should I?” look. Cas nods so Ruby looks back at me, “Sam is your dad.”  

    Before I can ask any more questions, a loud noise erupts from somewhere in the darkness and Cas grabs my arm, “We need to go. That’s it.”

    Ruby looks to me with a sad smile, “I love you, kiddo. Always remember that.” With that, she waves her arm and Cas and I are thrown aside. Suddenly, it's hard to tell if my eyes are open and I’m still somewhere in The Empty or my eyes are closed and I’m not. I hear someone calling my name and realize I need to open my eyes. As I do, the light is almost unbearable but squatting beside me are Sam, Dean, and Jack. I sit up and rub my eyes as I try to make sense of the information, I just learned moments before.

    I look up as someone starts gently rubbing my back. Jack is now sitting cross legged beside me and Dean is squatting down to our level but Sam and Cas are nowhere to be found. “You okay?” Dean asks quietly. Before I can answer, Sam and Cas reenter the room. I stand, as do Dean and Jack, and watch Sam carefully, wondering if Cas told him. Sam takes a deep breath before racing forward and wrapping me in a hug. I quickly return it.

    When we pull apart, Dean and Jack look very confused as Sam looks down at me with a smile and moves my hair out of my face, “I’ve had a hunch for a while that you were her daughter. There’s no denying that you look almost exactly like her but I had no idea that you’re mine too.”

    “Hang on, did I just hear you right?” Dean questions.

    Sam and I both turn to look at Dean as Cas answers, “(Y/n) is the daughter of Sam and Ruby.”

    Dean’s shocked expression is almost cartoon like as he opens and closes his mouth looking for a response like a fish looking for water. We all sit down around one of the tables in the library as Cas explains everything that Ruby told him prior to my arrival in The Empty. Apparently, after she and Sam spent their time together, she found out that she was pregnant. When she died, Crowley found me and left me for Sam and Dean to take care of because if he couldn’t just get rid of me and he had his hands too full to take care of me himself. Everyone seemed kind of shocked but processed it rather quickly. I on the other hand felt like I now had a gaping hole in my chest, like something was missing. I just found out that she’s my mom but I can’t ever see her again. I silently get up from the table and make my way to my room. Behind me, I hear Sam tell the others, “She probably needs some time alone. One of us can check on her in a little bit.” As I close my door behind me and flop down onto my bed, the hole in my chest begins to ache and tears break through the dam. I snuggle up to one of my pillows and not for the first time in my life, I wish I had my mom there to comfort me but it hurts even worse now that I have a face to put to the title. Soon, I manage to cry myself to sleep and drift off into dreams that are sure to sting when I wake up.

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Taglist: @emiijemii​ @castiels-majestic-wings​

#sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester x daughter!reader #sam winchester oneshot #sam winchester oneshots #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural imagines #supernatural oneshots #supernatural oneshot #spn ruby

[hysterialevi]

Hjarta | Chapter 15

Fanfic summary: In an AU where Eivor was adopted by Randvi’s family instead, he ends up falling in love with the man his sister has been promised to despite the arranged marriage between their clans.

Point of view: third-person

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornson x Male Eivor

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A FEW HOURS LATER

THE COAST OF BJORNHEIMR

The clouds rumbled with the drums of distant thunder, sending a subtle flash of lightning throughout the sky. Sea mist broke free from the restraints of its majestic waves, and gently tickled the skin of the warriors who sailed across its arctic tides. Meanwhile, the ocean rose and fell underneath their feet like the chest of a sleeping giant, and calmly guided the longship back to its home.

Life solemnly carried on with its infinite cycle despite the numerous souls that had just slipped free from its grasp, and offered no comfort to those left behind. The world remained entangled with the threads of endless stories that had yet to unfold, but even then... Eivor felt as if everything had come to a pause.

In his arms, Thora lay motionless beneath a layer of cloth, wrapped in her brother’s cloak to protect her from the elements. Her body was no more than an empty husk awaiting the fires of a ceremonial pyre, and yet, part of Eivor kept hoping that she wasn’t truly gone.

His mind still couldn’t quite fathom the idea that he would never see his sister again. He had gotten so used to having her company, that a world without her felt completely foreign to him. A fraction of Eivor even tried to convince himself that this was all a dream that would eventually come to an end, but in reality, he knew better. Thora would forever roam the halls of Valhalla from now on, and he’d have to accept it.

He just dreaded delivering the news to his father. Arngeir was already stressed enough due to Thora’s absence, and Eivor didn’t know if he carried the strength to inform him of what happened. His father was one of the most steadfast men in their clan, but even then, Eivor had seen the loss of a child break those he once believed to be invincible.

“...Eivor.” Sigurd whispered, lightly nudging the young man with his elbow. He waited until the Wolf-Kissed broke out of his thoughts, and then pointed to the land before them. “We’re home.”

Eivor peered at the battle-worn village with a deadpan expression on his face, barely shifting his body.

“Eivor?” Sigurd repeated, quickly taking note of the man’s empty nature. He leaned closer to his lover, wrestling with the urge to pull him into a hug. “Are you listening?”

The lifeless viking kept his gaze nailed on the village, swaying softly with the longship’s rhythmic motion. He hadn’t uttered a single word ever since their departure from Kjotve’s Fortress, and yet, Sigurd felt as if he could see his very thoughts etched into his eyes.

“...What am I going to tell my father, Sigurd?” Eivor finally replied. “Or Randvi? What do I do?”

The prince bowed his head in sympathy, unsure of how to answer the question. “I... I wish I knew, Eivor.”

The younger man glanced down at his sister’s veiled body, placing a hand on her arm.

“Thora’s death will destroy them. There’s not much in this world that can rattle my family, but... I have no clue what they’ll do once they realize she’s gone. I don’t even know if I can tell them.”

Sigurd offered his help. “I could do it in your stead, if you wish.”

Eivor shook his head. “No. It should be a family member. I found Thora’s body, so I should be the one to deliver the news. But thank you.” 

The older man nodded in understanding. “Of course. You know I’m here for you. I certainly don’t envy your position, though. You bear the burden of a lifetime. But don’t cast away your hope just yet...” Sigurd took a glimpse over his shoulder, glaring at the new captive sitting on their ship, “...we have Gorm now. And he will tell us what we need to know.”

Gorm struggled in his binds and let out a few muffled grunts, attempting to speak through the cloth that had been tied around his mouth.

“Be still, Kjotvesson!” The prince barked, his voice rough with spite. “Or I’ll hurl you over the edge and leave you to drown. Your cries mean nothing to the men here.”

Ulfar chimed in from the head of the ship, sharing Sigurd’s hostility towards the man.

“Indeed,” he added. “Normally, I’d say you’re fortunate to be alive, Gorm, but after everything you did to Thora, I imagine you’d be better off being swallowed by the ocean. Consider yourself lucky if the jarl doesn’t fashion wings out of your bones.”

The restrained viking tried to reply again, causing Ulfar to become even more irate than he already was.

“Osmund,” he said to one of his men, “silence this yapping dog, will you?”

The raider wasted no time in following Ulfar’s command and turned to Gorm, slapping him with a firm backhand across the cheek. The prisoner instantly fell silent upon the strike, and reluctantly complied with his captors’ wishes.

“...Anyway,” Ulfar said with a fatigued sigh, “we’re finally home, men. I know this has been an onerous journey for everyone, but you lot can rest for now. Tomorrow, we’ll bid farewell to those who have fallen, and raise a horn in their name. In the meantime, tend to your families. Odin knows they’ll need all the support they can get.”

Bringing his attention to the surrounding scenery, Ulfar remained quiet for the rest of their journey and leaned against the ship’s figurehead, doing his best not to linger on the thought of Thora’s death. He hadn’t felt this awful since Linnea first fell to Kjotve’s axe, and he grew increasingly restless as he pondered what to do with the rat hiding amongst them. He was more than positive that he knew who the traitor was by now, but the method he’d use to deal with them was a little less clear.

In the meantime, his men steadily shut the sails and lowered the mast, taking a hold of the oars as they brought the ship to land. Their bodies ached due to hours of huddling in the vessel’s cramped space, and their palms grew callused from the continuous toil of rowing the ship. They were eager to finally set foot on solid ground, and they longed for the warmth of a soft bed.

Eivor, on the other hand, dreaded their upcoming arrival. Much to his dismay, he spotted Arngeir waiting at the docks with Ingrida by his side as they anticipated their return, anxious to hear any news pertaining to Thora’s rescue. A glimmer of hope flickered in the jarl’s lost eyes, but the Wolf-Kissed knew it would soon be snuffed out. And it ruined him.

“Ulfar!” Arngeir called out, approaching the end of the pier. “You’ve returned safely, thank the gods. How do you fare, brother?”

The raider waited for the ship to come to a complete stop before hopping onto the docks, still somewhat wobbly from the ocean’s waves.

“I’m well, Arngeir,” he replied, “but I regret to inform you that Kjotve still lives. The bastard escaped.”

The jarl furrowed his brow in concern. “Escaped? How? Where is he now?”

Ulfar shrugged in annoyance. “No idea. He fled the fortress before we even arrived, the coward. I believe one of our own people warned him beforehand.”

Arngeir let out a breath. “...Is that so? Any ideas on how to track him?”

The other man glanced at the ship. “Yes, actually. Sigurd managed to capture Gorm alive. He claims to be unaware of Kjotve’s whereabouts, but with a blade to his throat, I’m sure he’ll sing soon enough. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Then there’s that, at least.” Arngeir paused for a second. “...And what of my daughter? Where is Thora? Is she with you?”

Ulfar’s expression dimmed at the question, and he found himself at a total loss for words. His silence alone was more than enough to plant a sickening fear in the jarl’s gut, but when the man saw Eivor stepping onto the pier with a blanketed body in his arms, his heart instantly froze inside his chest.

“Eivor...?” Arngeir said, mindlessly pushing Ulfar to the side as he strode towards the anguished boy. He looked down at the unidentified corpse and desperately waited for an answer, terrified by his own suspicion of who it was.

“Eivor,” he urged, gripping him by the shoulders. “Who... who is that?”

The boy met his father’s sturdy gaze, afraid to even speak. A million different thoughts swarmed his mind like voracious insects scouring a battlefield, and he stared at the jarl as if he were peering into the depths of Hel itself.

“...I’m sorry, father.” Eivor whispered plainly. “I couldn’t save her.”

Reaching down to grab his cloak, the young man slowly removed the sea-weathered fabric from Thora’s face and revealed who was hiding underneath, causing Arngeir to plummet into an abysmal pit of dolor. A sense of despair clouded his eyes like frost spreading across a lake, and his aura crumbled within a matter of moments.

It was clear that the jarl was one step away from completely breaking down, but for the sake of his clan’s morale, he simply reached out to Thora’s body and requested the solace of his daughter’s company, unable to fully process what was going on.

“...Give her here.” Arngeir said, gently taking Thora into his arms as if he were cradling a newborn infant. A single teardrop immediately streamed down his cheek upon touching her corpse, and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to stifle his agony. 

“My daughter...” he lamented, “my sweet, sweet daughter.” The jarl glanced at his son. “What... happened, Eivor? How did she die? Did she die with an axe in her hand?”

The young man shook his head without saying a word.

Arngeir shut his eyes in disappointment and sighed, already overwhelmed by grief.

“...I see. Then may her journey across the Gjallarbrú be swift, and may she find her way into her mother’s embrace.” He pulled the cloak back over Thora’s face, bidding his daughter farewell. “Rest easy, skǫrungr. Your battles are over. We shall meet again someday.”

Trying to offer the mournful father some comfort, Ingrida quietly walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder, beckoning him to follow her to the temple. The seeress’ appearance had changed significantly compared to when Eivor last saw her, and it was as if twenty years had been added onto the woman’s face.

“Come, Arngeir,” Ingrida said softly. “Let us bring Thora to the temple. I shall say a final prayer for her, and prepare her body for the funeral. She will not venture the Gjallarbrú alone.”

“...Thank you, my friend.”

Guiding Arngeir away from the docks, the seeress led the melancholic jarl through the village as the rest of his clan settled into their homes, practically falling into the laps of the nearest benches they could find. The ocean’s wintry chill had seeped into the marrow of their battered bones, and their movements had become sluggish with fatigue.

As for Ulfar, the raider simply stayed in place and watched the jarl vanish in the distance, heartbroken to see his old friend in such a state. He couldn’t imagine the man ever being the same again after a loss as great as this, and for the first time in years, even Ulfar himself felt helpless. 

What would they do when they found Kjotve? If they found him? Would the strength of their alliance finally bring them the advantage they needed to win this war, or would they just end up sending more men to their deaths, and darken the shadow that already hung over Bjornheimr?

At this point, Ulfar no longer knew what to think. His ultimate dream was to witness Kjotve draw his dying breath, but he had also grown tired of ordering people into battle, only to never see them return. He may not have been directly responsible for their untimely demise, but he couldn’t deny that the casualties were starting to take a toll on him.

He just wanted this godforsaken war to end, and he knew exactly where to start.

Diverting his focus to Dag, Ulfar watched the man like a lion waiting to pounce and followed him off the docks, finally deciding to put this damned charade to rest. He hadn’t the faintest idea how this confrontation was going to unfold, but he was sick of keeping silent about his thoughts. Even if he didn’t get the outcome he desired, he simply wanted the people of Bjornheimr to be aware of the wolf hiding among their sheep -- and it all started now.

“Dag!” Ulfar blurted out, approaching the warrior as he wandered away from the longship. “Hold a moment.”

Despite having no intentions of doing so, the raider turned a few heads with his thunderous voice and attracted the attention of nearby onlookers, including Eivor and Sigurd themselves. They all stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was about, and paused out of curiosity.

“Yes, Ulfar?” Dag responded, clearly not reflecting the man’s antagonistic mood. “What is it?”

Ulfar prowled towards the viking, unable to hide the glower now plastered on his face.

“The jarl’s daughter lies dead in a pool of cold blood... and you have the audacity to feign ignorance?”

Dag scoffed in a bewildered tone, shrugging innocently. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The older man halted in his tracks, keeping no more than a couple meters between them. “Do you think me blind and deaf, Dag? You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

Ulfar began grumbling under his breath, pacing back and forth. “Damn it. I’ve been doubtful of you for a while now, but I never had anything to confirm my suspicions until today. I should’ve done something sooner.”

Dag rested his hands on his hips, growing impatient with their conversation.

“What is this about, old man? What are you getting at?”

Ulfar shot a glare at him. “You’re the rat. You’re the one who’s been feeding Kjotve our secrets, and you’re the one who told him to flee. You betrayed us.”

The blunt accusation caused a wave of murmurs to rush through the crowd around them, igniting a sudden spark of worry among the villagers.

“Is that truly what you think?” Dag questioned casually. “I know you’re short one eye, Ulfar, but even you can see how ridiculous that statement is.”

The raider refused to back down. “Give me one good reason why I should believe you. You sailed with me during the assault, Dag. I sent you as one of the scouts. Your job was to pave the way for us, and then give us the opening we needed to ambush Kjotve’s clan. But instead, you ran off to cower behind the fortress’ walls before our warriors could even reach the shore, and you lit the beacon far before we were ready. You forced what few men we had in the settlement to attack alone, and we lost a handful of people because of it.”

Ulfar’s nose crinkled in anger. “At first, I merely planned to berate you for your incompetence, but now it’s clear to me that you knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted the plan to fail.”

Dag did nothing but chuckle in response to the overwhelming accusations and waved a dismissive hand, reluctant to entertain the other man’s skepticism.

“You’re delusional, Ulfar. There is no traitor. We’ve simply been experiencing the horrible realities of war. People are going to die. Not everything is going to make sense. That’s just how it is, I’m afraid.”

Ulfar’s stare sharpened with wrath. “Oh, no. It all makes sense now. I stood idly by whilst you condemned our men to the pits of Hel because I wanted to find irrefutable evidence, but after what happened today, I’m done waiting for evidence. I’ll not allow you to endanger our clan anymore.”

Yanking out his axe, Ulfar brandished the weapon and raised it high in the air, making sure that everyone could hear his words loud and clear.

“I call a holmgang!” He announced. “Here, against the Raven Prince’s right-hand man.”

Sigurd froze upon hearing the challenge, and a stir of panic awakened inside his heart. Was this what Ingrida warned him about so long ago? Was this the betrayal his vision tried to convey?

The prince made haste to the front of the crowd with Eivor in tow, both of them now frightened to see how this would play out. 

“You wish to duel me?” Dag asked. “Are you certain that’s wise?”

The raider aimed the blade at his opponent. “This is no longer something I can take back. I’ve made the challenge. What happens next depends entirely on you. So, either pick up your axe and face me with what little honor you have left, or scurry off to the snake hissing in your ear.”

Dag laughed at the absurdity of the situation and drew his blade, bowing in a smug manner. “...Very well, Ulfar. If that’s what you wish. You’ve made a foolish choice, but I will accept your challenge. We fight to the death.”

Eivor automatically lurched forward, reaching a hand out for the older man. “Ulfar--!”

Sigurd instantly grabbed his arm and held him back, preventing him from interfering.

“Eivor...” he said in a hushed tone, “there’s nothing we can do now. The holmgang is set in place. They must go through with it.”

The younger man hesitated, flicking his eyes back and forth between Sigurd and the warriors. Out of honor, he knew that Ulfar was compelled to cross swords with Dag in a fight to the death, but he also did not wish to see the man risk his life so soon after their return. 

Eivor was already struggling to cope with the loss of his sister. If Ulfar were to perish as well... he didn’t know what he would do.

“I can’t risk losing him too,” he murmured. “Not after Thora’s just been killed. He’s my family. Sigurd, please.”

The prince kept his grip firm, giving him an apologetic look. “...I’m sorry, my love. But we can’t interfere. You know this.”

Eivor remained silent in response to Sigurd’s words and simply shifted his gaze back to the holmgang, uncertain of whether or not to heed his lover’s advice. Part of him wanted to throw himself between the two warriors and force them apart, but the other half knew that Ulfar’s honor would suffer if he did. The man would be relentlessly shamed if he backed down from his own challenge, and to some, that was a fate worse than death.

“...O-Okay, Sigurd.” He said, sighing in defeat. “I won’t interfere.”

Sigurd gently pulled him back into the crowd, trying to ease his nerves. “Thank you, Eivor. I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

Slinking into the prince’s arms, the Wolf-Kissed watched the holmgang from a distance as more villagers gathered around the scene, intrigued by the deadly spectacle. At this point, Ulfar and Dag were circling around each other like a pair of wolves and patiently waiting for the smallest sign of weakness, hoping to catch their foe off-guard.

Within a few moments though, Ulfar was already leaping at his enemy like a bear charging out of the shadows and swinging his axe with the strength of Fenrir himself, causing Dag to stumble backwards in an attempt to dodge the strike.

Regaining his footing, the bulky warrior countered the initial attack with a slice to the shoulder and thrust his blade forward, only to be blocked when Ulfar swatted it away with his axe. The older man whirled around Dag like a flame dancing in the wind and slammed his weapon downwards, aiming directly for the back of his foe’s skull.

Practically hurling himself out of the way, Dag evaded Ulfar’s attack just in time to save the skin on his scalp and sacrificed no more than a few strands of hair, giving him a second to catch his breath.

Dag had to admit -- he didn’t expect the old raider to be so agile after all these years. He assumed that Ulfar’s bones would have stiffened over time, but the man moved faster than many people half his age. It was clear to Dag that he had underestimated him, and now, he was starting to question just how big his chance of winning this really was.

But still, the man had to have a vulnerability. No one was invincible, after all. There had to be something that he could take advantage of. Something that could give him the upper hand.

Dag paused out of realization, suddenly noticing that Ulfar’s weakness was quite literally staring him in the face.

His wounded eye.

The raider’s vision had been cut in half thanks to his old injury, and Dag imagined that he would be able to slip out of his line of sight if he stayed at the right angle. He just had to be fast.

Flanking his opponent from the left, the dark-haired warrior crept into Ulfar’s blind spot and landed a strike on his upper arm, cutting straight through the sliver of fabric that sat between his layers of armor. Fresh blood instantly soaked the plain cloth hiding underneath, and for just a brief moment, Ulfar lost track of where his enemy had gone.

But a moment was all Dag needed.

In the blink of an eye, the larger warrior had bashed the hilt of his blade into Ulfar’s cheekbone and sent him tumbling to the ground, allowing him to shake the balance of the fight.

He relentlessly battered his way through the raider’s defenses and continued to pummel his weapon against Ulfar’s axe, fervently trying to disarm him before he could return to his feet.

Meanwhile, the older man backed away from Dag and slid across the dirt, desperately trying to put some distance between them before even attempting to get up. His arm was growing increasingly sore from having to endure the sheer impact of his opponent’s strikes, and soon enough, Ulfar found himself on the losing side of the battle.

Skirting around the edge of Dag’s blade, Ulfar just barely missed the last of his attacks and scurried back up to his feet, holding his axe out in front of him in a protective stance. By now, blood had leaked all the way down to his wrist, and a number of droplets even started to trail down his fingers. He was admittedly drained from deflecting the brute strength behind Dag’s swings, and with each passing minute, he could feel the energy fleeing from his body.

Still, in spite of the exhaustion now overtaking his mind, Ulfar refused to give up. This was his only chance to eliminate the rat hiding in their clan, and he had no intentions of wasting it.

Lifting his axe in the air, Ulfar steeled himself and prepared to send a vertical slice down on Dag’s forehead, doing his best to ignore the fatigue now hindering his movements. Before he could do anything however, the other man suddenly swerved to his left again and escaped his field of view, attacking him from the same angle. He heaved his blade into the side of Ulfar’s abdomen, and within seconds, the raider had fallen still.

Coming to an abrupt halt, the old warrior simply stared into the space ahead of him and drifted off into silence, unable to suppress the terror that was now swelling in his chest. His entire mind seemed to be paralyzed with an unfamiliar type of fear, and before he knew it, Dag had buried the axe in his torso.

“Ulfar!” Eivor cried, still struggling against Sigurd’s hold.

The raider let out a pained gasp and clutched his chest in shock, horrified by the numbness that was starting to petrify his limbs. The only thing he could hear was the rasp of his own breath scratching against his throat, and by now, the metallic taste of blood had started to envelop his tongue.

Yet, in spite of all this, Ulfar soon felt his fear fading away from him. The ethereal voices of the Valkyries called to him like the gaze of the moon, and in the bleak grey sky standing above him, he could almost see the feathery strips of the aurora forming a bridge to the Corpse Hall.

He had been chosen by the winged maidens, and would soon join Linnea’s side.

The final challenge he had to face now, was saying farewell.

Collapsing to the ground with a thud, Ulfar fell in the center of the arena and landed on his back, sparking a series of gasps in the spectating crowd. Dag’s blade still protruded from his chest like an axe lodged in a pile of timber, and most of the color had vanished from his skin.

As for Eivor, the young man finally broke free from Sigurd’s grip and rushed over to the fallen warrior, kneeling down by his side as the prince solemnly trailed after him.

“Ulfar!” Eivor exclaimed, reaching for his hand. “Ulfar, can you hear me?”

The other man looked up at him, uttering no more than a few words due to his lack of strength.

“...Oh, forgive me, little cub,” he whispered. “...I’ve been a damned fool.”

Eivor examined the raider’s wounds, knotting his brow in distress. “Shit...! Why did you do it? Why did you have to call a holmgang? We just lost Thora, and now you’re dying too? We need you.”

Ulfar felt a pang of guilt prodding him in the heart. “...I know, Eivor. I know. I never meant to leave you so soon. I’m sorry.”

Catching some movement in the corner of his eye, the old warrior turned away from the young man for just a second when he noticed Sigurd joining them, gazing down in a sorrowful manner. He appeared to share Eivor’s grief over the death of his new friend, and his expression was laden with desolation.

“Sigurd...” Ulfar said, beckoning him with a weak wave of the hand. “Come here.”

The prince knelt down, leaning closer to the man. “Yes?”

Ulfar gestured to Dag with a subtle flick of the eyes, giving Sigurd a regretful look.

“...I hate to pass this burden onto you... but you and I both know what needs to be done.”

Sigurd lowered his head in understanding, reluctant to face the horrid reality of the new task he’d just obtained. He despised the idea of finishing what Ulfar started, but he knew it was necessary to keep the clan safe.

“Yes. I do.”

“...Good. I know Dag is like a brother to you, but I need you to promise me you’ll do everything you can to protect these people.” Ulfar reached out his arm, awaiting Sigurd’s response. “Promise me.”

The prince clenched his jaw in an attempt to maintain his composure, admittedly heartbroken by the idea of turning against his childhood friend. Even though their lifelong relationship had reached the point of war, Sigurd would’ve been lying if he said he was willing to kill Dag.

In fact, part of him had even hoped that Ulfar would’ve done the job for him. He secretly wished that the raider would’ve emerged victorious from the holmgang, and he wanted nothing more than to spare his axe from Dag’s blood. But it seemed the gods felt different.

“Alright,” Sigurd assured, shaking the man’s hand. “I’ll do it. You have my word.

Ulfar nodded in satisfaction, barely clinging on to life at this point. “Then my death will not have been in vain. Thank you.”

Letting go of Sigurd’s arm, the dying vikingr finally decided to let the Valkyries whisk him away and closed his eyes in peace, drawing his last few breaths. The environment around him had become nothing more than a massive haze by now, but even then, he could still recognize the muffled sounds of Eivor’s mournful voice.

Ulfar felt terrible for leaving the boy behind. He didn’t wish to abandon him in his time of need, but alas, the Nornir clearly had other plans. 

Fortunately though, Eivor would not be entirely alone. He still had many people in his life who cared for him, and now, Ulfar would just have to trust that they would stay by his side. He hadn’t forgotten about Sigurd’s affection for the young man, and unlike before, he prayed that the prince wouldn’t shy away from it any longer.

As for Sigurd himself, he had become preoccupied with the new path the gods had lain out in front of him. For the first time in years, the road ahead was not obscured by uncertainty, or hesitance, or even fear. It remained clear as day, and yet, it would be the most difficult one for him to venture in his life thus far.

And so, with a heavy heart, Sigurd stood up from the ground and sulked away from Ulfar’s corpse, making a beeline straight for Dag. He laid a hand on the warrior’s shoulder and ushered him to a more secluded area, ensuring that their conversation stayed private.

“Dag,” he said quietly, “join me for a walk.”

The other man threw him a wary look, confused as to what the prince could want at this time.

“A walk? Now? Where are we going?”

Sigurd pointed to the waterfall in the distance. “The Tears of Ymir. Come with me. We’ll be back shortly.”

Dag clearly wasn’t interested. “Can this not wait, Sigurd? We’ve only--”

“--Just come.” The prince insisted, his tone hardening. “...We need to talk.”

Deciding not to question his friend any further, Dag simply went along with Sigurd’s mysterious plan and followed him into the surrounding wilderness, curious to see what the prince had in mind. 

In the meantime, the rest of Bjornheimr’s villagers dispersed from the scene of the holmgang and left Eivor alone with Ulfar’s body, giving him space to grieve on his own. Neither Arngeir nor Randvi had returned to see what had become of their old friend just yet, but he dreaded the moment when he’d have to show them.

How could this be happening? It wasn’t that long ago that Eivor was holding his deceased sister in his arms, and now, Ulfar had taken her place. Just within a day, they had already lost two of the most important souls in Bjornheimr, and gained nothing in return.

Kjotve was alive. Gorm was alive. But somehow, the gods had deemed it necessary to rob Midgard of its benevolent warriors, and leave no more than a grave of ashes in their name.

They always preached about living a life of honor, and yet, they had stolen it from the few who were willing to try.

Well, no matter what happened in the future, Eivor didn’t plan on watching anymore of his loved ones die. He didn’t care what it took to get Gorm to speak, or how long the interrogation would last. He would find the answers he needed, and track Kjotve down before the bastard had a chance to flee.

He promised himself he would kill the man for good this time, and he wavered not at the thought of death.

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The Devil Wears Armani| chapter 11

A/n: amg, finally updated this one 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖 you guys can follow this story with #damirae , #devilwearsarmani and #fashionistaau tag

2 weeks. It's been two weeks since the last video call. Raven have been pouring her attention on working the suit that she has planned for Damian Wayne to wear for the Gala.

She had done the cutting, the sewing and all, and what's left is doing the embroidery. She chosen the gold thread selectively which give the vivid glow and bring out the majestic value to the wearer.

The embroidery are complete within 95% thanks to a specified sewing machine which she bought with the price money she won before during the her first fashion competition. It helps alot.

The date of Gala approaching like crawling on the thread of time and for the final touch, she combined all the pieces into a handsome looking suit.

As she put the wardrobe on the mannequin, she took a step back and see it as a whole picture. With her both hands, she makes the photograph gesture to capture the feels of how Damian would look like if he wears them.

Contemplating and satisfied she felt after she iron the suit and store in special cover suit. She looked at the calendar and looks like she has extra two weeks before Gala.

Speaking of Gala, she wondered what would the dress look like since it was Damian who made for her? Would it be shoulder bare? Would it be one piece dress? Raven rubbed her chin as she wonder then she noticed herself on standing mirror. Slowly she spin to the left then to right as she look her body shape contour. If she was designing her own dress she probably went with thick fabric drape style. Simple, elegant and exclusive.

Her eyes glanced at the clock that's shows 10.30pm.

Wait.

She blink her eyes. How come she didn't thought of it. What would his design for herself? She did shown her sketches to Damian but won't he shown his? Curious, curious.

Raven imagine what if she asked, Damian would probably say, ' you don't trust me? Tsk tsk.' Raven sighed as her hand run down her face thinking about that. "Maybe I'll try to ask tomorrow."

Suddenly, a bleep sound indicate a message comes in. Raven blink then looked at her phone screen.

"Girl, You busy today?"

- Karen

It's been a while. Raven smiled then diligently answered the question.

"Not quite. Just finished designing a suit. What's up?"

She hit send.

Then came up another message on her inbox.

"We got party tomorrow at Viva La coast at Riverside. Wanna come?"

Raven narrowed her eyes then humming. Should she go or not? Perhaps she need a time off after that intense week. A little entertainment doesn't hurt.

"Sure. You pick me up?"

" For course, sis. 😘 See you at 8pm, tomorrow."

"On it.👌"

Raven smiled then landed on her bed. As she let out her relief sigh she put her phone at table nearby.

As she sleep, she dreamt of something pleasant. She's at fountain garden where surrounded by fragrance flowers and palm-like trees.

She notice her dress has gold accent along with silky texture clothes. Slowly her hands touched the dress she wear, felt it's smooth surface.

Her heart stop as she felt a hand holding her waist. Slowly she turn her head over her shoulder and -

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

Her eyes wide open as soon as she heard her phone alarm. She blink once then twice, trying to process her thoughts. When a sprinkle of dream remembrance filled in her her head, her cheeks start to blushed. Her hand quickly grab her pillow beside her and buried her face beneath it.

"O dear, don't tell me it's him that I'm dreaming about last night." She let out her sighed. She had fallen for him.

A message bleep chiming in her phone makes her peek under the pillow and quickly she reached for her phone.

A message from him.

'OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG' Raven's heart start racing. "Wh-Wha...H-How...." She tried to question reality, how on earth he's messaging her. Right now?

"You're awake?"

Raven bit her bottom lips as she look at her phone screen. Her finger diligently working on touch screen pad.

"Just awake. Can't sleep?"

She hit send button. Then for a few second she received his reply.

"I just had dream about you...

You look beautiful."

A dream? She blinked. Then another message comes in.

"Still busy working on the suit?"

Raven biting her lips to keep it as a secret but it's almost 25th like in 5 days away, so....why not? Her finger tapping the keyword on screen replying him.

"Actually I've finish the suit."

She replied. Another thought hit her and she quickly tapped it on the phone.

"I did promise making for dinner right? Maybe tomorrow?"

Again she send the text.

Interval in 2-3 second, her phone bleep it back.

"That would be great. I'll bring something as surprise."

Surprise? Raven mind start racing, mostly to that forbidden thoughts. What kind of surprise? She bit her lips and start typing.

"Well uh, I hope it's not a refrigerator you're bringing."

She shaked off those thought and try keep the conversation as innocent as possible.

"No. It's not. It's something, you probably would like it. 😏"

Raven looked at the emoji face he send. Did he send an emoji? Damian Wayne doesn't use emoji while texting or emailing.

"Well, alright then. See you tomorrow?"

She hit the send button.

Then a message came in.

"Can't wait to see you.♥️"

Raven flopped to her bed and her face now are red tinted. What is this? Why is this feeling so intense? She closed her eyes retracing her memory between them. Those bickering and end up with hot make out along intimate session in his office.

"I guess we should discuss about this terms of relationship." She talked in her pillow.

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She has complete all the order that has been request by some local boutique and some are from online website. She's quite amazed with things that happens after the talk show incident where Damian said about Raven going to Wayne Gala this week.

People start to shift their attention to her especially her design clothes. Does Damian intend to promote her? She rubbed her chin then sudden, Mona, her assistant knock her door.

"Come in."

Mona peek behind the door, she smiled and slowly walk to her boss. " You have received a gift!" The assistant handled to her a parcel.

"A gift?" Raven whisper under her breath. Could it be Damian? Her eyebrows furrowed. She took out knife letter and slowly cut , unwrapped the parcel and she saw an apparel, black with velvet felt. There is the tag at the collar says Draco.

Her eyes widen. Draco? You mean Melchior Draco?

"Who is it? Your lover?" Mona feeling excited.

"No. This is from my competitor." Raven cover the box and push it away. Her head suddenly filled with painful memories about her and Melchior encounter. The way he flirt her before her first joining competition, the betrayal, and stolen her design to built his empire.

Her heart boiled with anger which in result she crumpled her paper nearby which made Mona a bit fall back by her intimidation.

"I'm sorry about that, Miss." Mona bow her head quickly apologize for not realise what is going on.

Raven snapped back from those memory and quickly look at the paper . " Oh!" She's surprise and quickly she try to straighten up the paper she crumbled. " No, no, it's okay, Mona. It's nothing." She smiled. " You can go now."

" Ah, alright then." She nod and walked to the door and-

" By the way, boss, there's a caller said he's from metropolis daily planet wanted to interview you about being guest at the gala." Mona turned to her as she spite out another appointment.

" Well, set it tomorrow then." Raven tidy up her table and throw the parcel to the bin nearby.

"Uh, you threw that?" Mona pointed at the parcel inside the dustbin.

"You want it?"

"Ummm...it looks beautiful." Her assistant fidgeting.

Raven smiled and took the parcel. She dust a bit. "Take it and wear where I don't see it. Or else I end up burn them with hellfire." Raven eyes shown deep hatred and anger.

"Ok boss." She smiled, quickly snatched the parcel and run to the exit.

As she was alone in her office, she slump in her chair and sigh heavily. "I guess he's also in town too." Her finger tapping on her table creating random melodies.

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Its 7.55pm, Raven now waiti g for Karen to pick her up as she lingers in her living room. She's wearing a one piece black dress decorated with golden and black labuci make it more fabulous looks.

She look at her phone to kill her waiting time until she stumbled on a post by E fashion news.

"Top trending designer DRACO are in town for launching their latest collection 'BLAK MAJIK' "

As raven read the article, she felt upset as she remember Melchior stole her ideas in doing a line fashion about magic before she presented the ideas at her first fashion show competition.

As she read the article, the sound of the car honking makes her jolt and quickly look at the window. It seems Karen has reached at her apartment block, quickly she goes out and greet Karen who parked at the entrance.

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"I heard that bastard Melchior are in town." Karen slowly stirred her cocktail as her and Raven where sitting on a table outside of the Viva La Coast restaurant.

"Yeah, I did read the article about it." said Raven as she drink her pina colada. " So, who are we waiting for again?"

"I forgot to tell you, Kory won't be able to join us. She has to come with her boyfriend meet with his family at Wayne Mansion."

"Wayne Mansion?" Raven's eyes jump out. Wayne, wasn't Damian last name is Wayne too?

" Yeah, but she's dating with Wayne's older adopted son, Richard Grayson. A high profile detective , probably will be promoted as soon. " Karen updating the status of their friend.

"I see." Raven looked at her drink. It's been a long time she hasn't talk to Kori because of her business setting up her small company.

"How about you then? You and Mal?" Raven raised her eyebrows.

"Well we've been planning for a wedding maybe in next year. " Karen smiled.

"Wait, I thought you're still in doctorate?" Raven eyes wide open as she remember Karen used to be a student in mechanical and atomic engineering.

"Will be graduated in two months." Karen smiled widely as she let out the fantastic news.

Raven goes all tears as she heard the good news. "Oh my god, Karen! I'm so happy!" She tried to hug Karen across the table.

Karen laughed with Raven's sudden behaviour. "That's why we celebrate it!"

"We should buy a cake. Wait, I know! Waiter!" Raven call up the waiter to get some dessert as celebration.

"And..."

Raven turns her head to Karen.

"I wanted you to design our wedding dress and suits." Karen faces flushes as she speak her request. " I really, really adore your work , Rachel. I wanted you to design it."

"Damn it , Karen. You make me all teary." Raven wiped her tears as she smiled sheepishly. " Of course I will."

"Karen, do you know anything about the youngest Wayne?"

"You mean Damian Wayne?"

"Yeah."

"I heard that he just back from middle east after doing charity project between the Wayne Enterprise and Leviathan Industries."

"I think everyone knows about that, Karen." Raven smiled as she drink up.

"I am very speculate that both of you have met." Karen with her mischievous smile now painted on her lips. " Is that the same guy who become your muse in your long lost sketch book?"

Raven clutches her hand on her drink, almost breaking it but she keep with her calm face. " I don't think so." She tried to denied it following with Karen's giggle.

"Plus, when he said there will be Raven in Wayne's Gala, I was like 'Raven?!' to the tv screen and I swear there's something going on between both of you." Karen crossed her armed with one eyebrow raised as she looked as Raven like she's a suspect.

"Well..." Raven averted her sight to the table and nervously tug her hair behind her ears. " There is."

BAM!

Raven jolted as Karen slammed the table with her drink. "TELL ME."

She swallowed her saliva as she seen Karen being over eager. She sighed as she adjust her seating, leaning towards the table.

"It start with that day, the day when he show up out of nowhere with that deal." Raven start to spilled what happen recently.

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oml i completely forgot i was gonna do this so here i am before i forget again sksjs

heeseung -> love at first sight. claimed since day one. don't tell him i constantly got him mixed up with jake tho 😔💔 jsksjs no but fr idk what it was about him that drew me to him above the others and i still have no idea what it is but i adored him from the very start and that hasn't changed yet! c:

jay -> i feel like he was one of the only ones i could confidently pick out above the rest for the longest time jsksjs i thought he looked like the intimidating member who nobody would mess with but- well... 🤡 poor jay sksjjs i love how unintentionally funny he is though.

jake -> i kept getting him mixed up with heeseung and i ksjsjs felt so bad but his cute smile always stood out to me. 🥺 i don't really remember what my exact first impression of him was but he's now one of my permanent bias wreckers so-

sunghoon -> ah yes, i'd heard from my friend who loves enha about this majestic human on ice. 😌✨ all she had to do was send me like two vids of his skating performances and my jaw was on the floor istg. i was so impressed by him and i... kept getting him mixed up with jungwon and occasionally sunoo 😭 iM SORRY HOON ILY !! i love how lowkey and nonchalant his humor is though like he just says the goofiest things with a straight face until he can't hold it in and starts laughing at himself pls he's adorable 😭 "eating miso soup makes me so happy" —park sunghoon

sunoo -> i adored him at first sight too oml it was the cute squishy cheeks for me 🥺🥺 i've always had a soft spot for him and i still do to this day. i saw him as this cutesy lil bean (which he still definitely is) but that sassy side of his that i discovered 👀 iconic.

jungwon -> uhh okay for some reason i remember being able to pick him out sometimes by his eyebrows sksjsks 😭✋🏻 don't ask why. so yeah, he was eyebrow boy for a while aND HIS DIMPLES TOO !! i loved them, in such a sucker for cute dimples on cute boys :c i've now adopted him and he is 1/2 of my sons, the other being park jisung ofc 😌

ni-ki -> *me, seeing niki for the first time* "oh he's cute! who is he?" *insert keyboard typing sounds* "oh! oh- oH... 😳" *me, squinting at my screen* "this boy, no this CHILD, is 15 ??" *cue me throwing my phone at my wall* end scene. ksjsjs no but fr i was so shocked to learn how young he was ?? or how young all of them were really- but lowkey i was so excited bc i'm finally a noona to an entire band let's gaurrr!! i love how he's grown to be such a menace, for some reason i tend to like those types of people a lot (as long as they're not targeting me 😌). *looks at haechan*

ari omg i love this pls- honestly heeseung,, he never fails to effortlessly capture anyone’s heart so yeah,, i don’t blame you 😔 heeseung bestest boi <3 yeah honestly your first impression of jay is similar to mine. we thought he’d be the member who ppl wouldn’t mess with, but little did we know,,, skdjsjjdjd 😭 but yeah he also has such a fun and soft personality. i love him 🥺 and for jake and hee, considering the time you got into them, i’m not surprised you got them mixed up skdjdjd even after stanning them for a while before that, i still got them mixed up 😭✋🏻 and so did the members,, so- sksjsjjd but jakey rlly does have such a precious smile 🥺 i love him sm 😭 sksjsjd getting sunghoon mixed up with sunoo- sksjsjs i think you probs told me about that before but i- 😭 i understand jungwon tho. they still look like brothers to me a lot of the time lol. and pls the thing you said about hoonie’s humour,, i was literally smiling at my phone, unintentionally trying to hide it like hoonie does with his own jokes skdjjsd help he’s so cute pls. and yesss for sunoo i always adored him too and at first i never saw his sassy side skdjjdd and for jungwon being able to tell him apart by his eyebrows sksjsjdj that’s a talent in and of itself ✋🏻 also aksjskdj that was literally me when finding out how old niki was too pls he’s so young it still amazes me to this day.

tell me your first impressions of enha!

#‘*looks at haechan*’ #SKSJDJDJ same tho ✋🏻 #also the amount of drama in niki’s story pLS #i’m here for it tho ✋🏻 #thank you v much for participating 😌 #em answers #ari! <3 #lovely moots #first en⁃pressions

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Reading One Piece pt 292: Revolutionary Ivankov

Chapter 539

Thoughts:

- More food! Bring more food! Luffy needs it!

-wow, that’s a lot of food even for Luffy

- He’s coming out!

- from skeleton to normal body

- “I don’t believe it! You’re not human!” maybe he’s not human. Maybe it’s Maybelline. But most likely it’s just shounen logic

- everyone is so happy Luffy made it :D

- “…it’s a miracle. It’s more than miracle…” Ivankov just can’t believe

- Bon Clay are ready for a Mighty Hug of Friendship

- …spoke too soon. He needs a nap. He DID encourage Luffy whole night while being injured after all

- Luffy thanked Ivankov :D

- Luffy thanked Bon Clay too AS HE SHOULD :D

- Bon Clay will nap but Luffy has stuff to do, that stuff being RESCUING ACE  

- “Iva, do you wanna break out too? Bon came down here to save you!” “Bon Boy wants to save ME? MMM, that’s adorable! But no thanks. It’s no time for me to escape yet.” Wow, lot to process here

- wait, that’s SUPER IMPORTANT

- “…. YOUR DAD!!!!!????” hahaha :D what a late response :D

- lol, Luffy really casually dropped a bombshell on them :D

- “That’s what Grandpa said. I don’t know too much about him anyway. I don’t even know what he looks like.” That sound really sad, Luffy

- Ivankov believe him

- (also wow. Someone who knows Dragon personally, who WORKED with him. We’re finally getting some view on the 3rd power in The Game)

- (like, three panels of the view. Fine, be that way manga. At least it’s sentimental)

- Ivankov will help Luffy free Ace!!!! That’s great!!

- “If Ace is Straw Hat boy’s brother, then he’s Dragon’s son too!” they say that and worry about politics. Uh, Ivankov, it’s not like that. You forgot the second power of shounen, beside Power of Friendship, the Power of Father Figure. Everyone adopts everyone here

- also they specifically said Ace isn’t Dragon’s if I remember correctly, so ha!

- “Straw Hat boy! You shouldn’t tell people who your father is!” “I guess your right.” Yeah, I can see why

- “Your father is my friend! I’m an officer in the Revolutionary Army! That’s why I was imprisoned here! You didn’t ask for it but it’s my duty to help you! I can’t let a comrade’s son die before my eyes!” IVANKOV WILL HELP LUFFY LIKE WOW

- this is great!

- let’s go rescue Ace and finally BREAK OUT OF THIS PRISON!

- with guards, they’re still looking for Majestic Quartet with no luck whatsoever

- they’re also ready to take Ace to Marineford

- THAT’D A LOT OF MILITARY

- (well, they are expecting Whitebeard)

- Luffy and Ivankov are going straight for it! No hiding now!

- Anubis and his guards see them through cameras!

- oh no, Anubis is actually professional right now!! D:

“I’M COMING, ACE!”  

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#one piece #one piece speed read #one piece reaction #chapter 539 #one piece chapter 539 #539 #spoiler #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 292