#quick on her powers. she can manipulate rocks and metal but she usually makes stuff out of them like in this pic her iconic rock gauntlet

[undeadvinyls]

yknow every mission would last 1 minute if gwen was canon

#had fun rendering it a lot :]]]]] gotta get back to it #pvz #pvz heroes #pvz: lt gwendolyn #plants vs zombies #pvz fanart #pvz oc #quick on her powers. she can manipulate rocks and metal but she usually makes stuff out of them like in this pic her iconic rock gauntlet #i know i butchered molten mountain but i had rlly a lot of fun and wanted to include the zombie heroes from the mission too!!! #she looks like she could kill you and she could but shes a sweetheart trust me #phantoms art #also i should mention neppy is THAT big in my take..she gets to be a creature

[keyofjetwolf]

Bonus Question Answers! (non-anime animated noms)

This was SO. FUCKING. HARD. This question went so much better than I expected, and I’m only sad I lack the artistic skills to make it all a reality.

Below, my PAINSTAKINGLY selected top answers, If yours is listed below, you’ve earned an entry in a random draw to win a GIFTENING liveblog OF YOUR CHOICE

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Q: The Senshi suddenly find themselves in a very different animated world. Which cartoon power (think Looney Tunes) do they each now possess?

*  Usagi can make literal rainbows happen when she smiles.  Rei can set anything on fire with her mind (she feels a bit cheated because she can do that at home too).  Ami can write down anything in her special notebook and it literally changes reality around her (she does not share this with her fellow Senshi, because she knows the full weight of this power.  She did, however, write Michiru having a bad hair day for just one day.  Just one.)  Makoto has the ability to pull out any ingredient she wants from any pantry/door/closet.  She usually uses this for cooking purposes, so she won't have to purchase groceries.  Minako has the ability to mimic any voice in the world, whether she has heard it or not.  Hijinks ensue.  The Outer Senshi sensibly escaped from the new animated world right after Michiru recovered from her bad hair day.  They don't speak of the experience. -- @amberlilly  [The whole thing was so solid, but what absolutely sent it over the top for me was Ami using her powers to fuck with Michiru in the most petty benign way, which is EVERYTHING.]

*  Usagi is definitely rocking the exaggerated tear gushers.  Ami can pull charts/diagrams out of nowhere at any time.  Rei combusts when she gets sufficiently mad.  Makoto has birds fly around when she sings while cooking or cleaning.  Minako breaks the fourth wall to make jokes and asides to the audience.  Chibi-Usa is somehow able to walk through ludicrous danger without getting touched, because the censors won't allow kids to be hurt in this show. Haruka can make girls melt into puddles of goo with her flirting.  Michiru can summon a servant at any time to take care of an unpleasant or potentially dirty task for her (including to take the slapstick comedy for her).  Setsuna has access to the script.  Hotaru just sort of appears sometimes, just standing there, silently and menacingly, but never does anything on-screen (though you may hear the occasional off-screen screaming).  Oh, and while I'd like to say Mamoru gains the power of inexplicable entrances... he kinda already has that one.  --Darkcloud k'California  [Again, I loved all these, but particularly Chibs saved by the censors, Michiru’s poor hapless slapstick avatar, and everything about Hotaru, thank you.]

*  Usagi: The power to be found charming by every character she encounters and somehow escape all consequences and damage by simply remaining oblivious, a la Tweety Bird.

Rei: The power to explode, reducing her surroundings to charred wasteland, but remain relatively unscathed (perhaps a bit singed)

Ami: The power to grow multiple arms, hands, and hundreds of fingers in order to do tech stuff

Makoto: The power to punch someone through a brick wall, possibly several, and into someone's family dinner. It's always some surprised-looking family's private event. Often the same family.

Minako: the power to, Bugs Bunny style, apply lipstick and seduce ANYTHING. Which, according to her, is a power she already has.

Haruka: The power to run off a cliff and keep going until she looks down. She never learns to not look down.

Michiru: The power to stick a pin into any other character and cause them to deflate like a balloon

Hotaru: She just gets to actually be used. It is thrilling.

Pluto: She will observe this strange planet from afar with her huge telescope and breathe the Martian air and look great in a kilt and Roman-style helmet. --  @incorrecttact  [Your set-up and punchline delivery style on all of these was perfection, and I legit lol’d at Mako and the poor family she continually interrupts.]

* to make dynamite go BOOM (Rei obviously); to have their opponent chase them to the point where they're floating in midair and then their opponent falls 5000 feet but they calmly walk back to land (like Wil E Coyote & the Roadrunner) (Usagi); the power to blow kisses to their opponent (which are clearly poisonous and end up killing the chap) (Minako); the power to have their opponent's entire arm shattered if they try to even punch them lightly on the arm (Makoto - this is canon anyways, but moreso exaggerated here hehe); to open a book and start reading it out loud and words start showing up on screen, confusing tf out of their opponent (Ami - also canon already)  --@midnightdrops  [Each of these were great, but Usagi and Mako as you described them totally sold me.]

* usagi: can now float on yummy aromas, so long as they lead her somewhere tasty! the others play a quick tournament of jun-ken-pon each time it happens to determine who will be responsible for steering her from blissfully drifting into traffic. again.

ami: is now possessed of x-ray vision! only she can neither turn it off, nor control its intensity. she is working on developing a set of goggles to dampen the effect, and secretly hopes they will make her look like geordi laforge.

rei: rei-chan is now blessed with the power of song! her heartfelt melodies soften the malice of even the most one-dimensional baddie, and influence public policy on a global scale. international success life, yo! i guess she's really a hard worker!

makoto: has become something of a cartoon cupid! in a poorly-ventilated room, her mere presence has bystanders declaring their love for one another within minutes*; and her decadent wedding cakes are the hit of second marriages across the country. *all of them so like her old senpai, and none of them falling for her, alas!

minako: employs her considerable powers of confidence and charm to convince the others she now has access to Plot Manipulation, mainly by engineering and taking ownership of a series of happy accidents. her real power is to literally jump out of her skin when she's startled*, and she has no intention of EVER letting the others know about it.  *minako discovered this new ability while she was changing a roll of toilet paper, and a spider dropped onto her hand. the leader of the inner senshi had never been so horrified. her bones were so slick and cold, her skin a hideous unwiped pile, and then THE SPIDER CRAWLED INTO THE PILE and she STILL doesn't know if it ever got out and sometimes her skin itches REALLY bad and you know what let's stop talking about this right now okay???

setsuna: can now manifest a giant pencil and erase the enemy! but doing so would be breaking The Greatest Taboo, and leave her impaled upon the pencil.

haruka: her new empathetic ability is remarkably similar to Ma-Ti's "heart" ring (Captain Planet and the Planeteers, 1990 - 1996). basically, she's just like really soft at you, and it inspires you to take more positive actions toward yourself and the world at large? she protests about wishing she'd received something tough and intimidating, but secretly is very moved by being made an instrument of kindness.

michiru: her intuition has mutated into fourth wall awareness, and the subtlety with which she makes this known to you is SO GODDAMN UNCOMFORTABLE OH MY GOD

hotaru: can now not only communicate with inanimate objects, but also render them permanently animate! you should have been there during the princess tutu crossover episode when she met lamp-chan - they're STILL inseparable, and chibiusa is SUPER jealous. speaking of which,

chibiusa: can now use hammerspace to store her endless series of magical geegaws and weird animal boyfriends.  -- @rasiqra-revulva  [Dude, you have got to stop making me snort laugh, it’s RUDE. Pure solid gold, every word, with a special nod to Haruka, MICHIRU, and Minako’s extended tragic cartoon backstory.]

* Usagi - like her name suggests, she is now Bunny. By which I mean she is now a very pink and blonde bunny (somewhere between Bugs and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit), but with super-elastic limbs to accompany her new form. Ami - Magical Science Powers up to and including ‘mix one brightly colored liquid in flask with another brightly colored liquid in flask, explosion, get hammer.’ Rei - An infinite supply of dynamite she can pull out of nowhere. This shouldn’t be as useful as it is. Mako - Literally suplexed a giant metallic youma not just untransformed, but before she has Senshi powers at all. I fully believe she could lift an anvil in canon. Minako - While Usagi looks like a rabbit, Mina now has the supernatural trickster abilities of Bugs Bunny. Implausibly effective bad disguises, persuasion, showing up out of nowhere. Chibs - Now that gun from her first appearance is a real gun, but it shoots anything from normal bullets to pies in the face to live birds. Pluto - The fourth wall is a real and tangible thing. Pluto can not just break it, but control it. If she wants to remove a layer of cel or suddenly turn things into sketch, she can do it. If she wants to teleport, she can skip in the animation. If she wants to suddenly appear as a Roger Rabbit-style cartoon in a live action field, or vice versa? Yeah, she can do that too. She basically uses this power to warp the layers of her cartoonish reality for pastry acquisition. Haruka - You’d think it would be Roadrunner speed. Haruka thinks it will be Roadrunner speed. But no, it isn’t. Space Jam is Looney Tunes, and Haruka’s power is Basketball. Michiru - Another power that’s just canonical: Wealth. Ridiculous, tremendous wealth. Hotaru - The funniest thing for Hotaru to be in a zany cartoon world is Even More Spooky. Nothing changes except the artstyle and a ridiculous supervillain cape.  -- Regalli  [Pluto, man. Fantastic and brilliant and I legit WANT THIS. Also though, Hotaru with a cape.]

*  Usagi gains the ability to eat anything and everything like the Tazmanian Devil, though she shares none of his aggressive personality; Minako enjoys fucking with people by bending reality (you know, diving into painted tunnels and stuff like that); Ami is able to utilize and test unreal technology without harm, like jet boots, massive bombs, tornado seeds, etc.; Mako uses body manipulations to change her size and shape--especially for blocking attacks to protect people or grabbing people (coupled with her immense strength); and Rei is the only one aware of the audience beyond the Fourth Wall... She tries not to talk to them but sometimes she just can't help it, especially when Usagi is getting on her nerves.  -- @thehubby  [I said pander to me, and you absolutely did. I can’t stop thinking about Rei trying not to make fourth wall eye contact, then just whirling around all “CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THIS SHIT??!?” and as it turns out, that IS precisely what I wanted.]

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I’ll be drawing for the bonus liveblog around the start of THE GIFTENING 2020 (currently looking to be Monday, 11 January 2021). Each bonus question is another chance to earn an entry, so keep those answers coming! I CAN ABSOLUTELY AND SHAMELESSLY BE BOUGHT.

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[quanticlub]

Long Lore Rant

... Needs to be reformatted into something pretty rip

Background:

Aight so as per the great and infallible wikipedia, Taoist cosmology states that everything started with wújí and then created yǒu jí. The former means limitless and comes from the words "nothingness" and "reaching the end" ... so nothingness at the end aka no boundaries

the latter was the limited. it's only briefly mentioned as its conception brought on a polarity to the universe - yin and yang

taiji itself is the boundary embodied by you-ji with respect to the infinite wuji and represents the Absolute

The split into yin and yang has a the connotations listed above in the pic ((except... for tikki and plagg the feminine vs masculine seem to be switched cuz from the description, tikki is more closely associated with yang)). Yang is represented by one long dash –– while yin is two small broken ones - - . Now, in the middle column where there are category names for what yin and yang represent the wu xing category (elements, second from the bottom) has earth listed as neither. It also doesn't include air, which the wu xing doesnt include in general but is included by almost every other major culture when classifying the elements.

Kwami Origins: Null

In the beginning there was a great big nothingness and then came a tiny blip of umm... everythingness? making the Absolute. This gave the nothingness and everythingness a consciousness. (wow lots of -ness words here). The nothingness part of the absolute became Null. The everythingness got no name cuz it quickly split off into the rest of creation.

Null's concept art is a three-eyed little creature with two kwami tendrils.  I propose Null as the glowing white kwami they originally made but with all black eyes and The Other One as the all black kwami but with glowing white eyes. The prior emptiness/nothingness was energy while the delineation/everythingnes was matter(?). when they created the Absolute, parts of themselves mixed i na typical yin-yang fashion, thus the eyes being like those of the others. This gave them power over the nature of the other sorta???? hard to explain

 For Null, he had power over mass, time, and space - matter is anything that has mass and takes up space at a given moment. The Other One (imma call them Higgs bc of the Higgs boson particle but it wouldnt be the real name) had power over tendencies of energy*. So. energy can be used up to build something (creative force - in human metabolism it's an anabolic reaction), released to tear something apart (destructive force - in human metabolism it's a catabolic reaction). bBt it can also be stored/dissipate with no specific purpose, instead being available for all sorts of possible things later (chaotic force?)

idea is that Higgs, upon consciousness, sacrificed themselves to give rise to existence. The Big Bang. they justs sorta fucked off to become a bunch of cool rocks/stardust floating in space and initiated the course of time (which could theoretically be split into different timelines? idk time travel is weird and this is superfluous to my current ramble)

the three aspects of Null that Higgs had gained powers from became concepts that would gain sentience of their own. The yin and yang markings are, technically, three lines. not two. cuz yin is split ( –– vs - - ).

* = this bit's a little less science-y except for keeping with the triad thing bc neutron, electron, and proton

Three, Not Two: Tikki, Plagg, & ...Hexx?

I imagine Null took up the developing concepts and nurtured them sorta. like they were incubating under Null's protection. Tikki emerged out of Null's sphere first; she had the most power from Higgs though all three were pretty closely matched. she was the creative force. 

Plagg came out of Null's sphere last. He was the destructive force. Sorta. It was actually coser to... decay?  Plagg is really more of a kwami of decay than destruction. He doesnt just obliterate things, he accelerates their decomposition. when his powers act on metal, for instance, it rusts. thats not destruction it's just the wear-and-tear expected to happen over time. Destruction as a concept opposite to that of Creation and Order involves more entropy and plagg really isnt as chaotic as would be expected. While he represents destruction in the sense that the thing is ceasing to function as a unit, the chaos would fall more under hexx.

The third force, the one that embodied possibility, was too erratic. they got out of Null's care first but remained in the sphere for a while longer. they didn't get out til after Tikki. I'm thinking maybe  emerged from Null's domain just a few seconds before Plagg (time is still wonky at this point). while Tikki is yang ( –– ), Plagg and #3, henceforth referred to as Hexx, are both yin ( - - ). Plagg is slightly weaker cuz he was "overcooked" and Hexx was "undercooked". Tikki came out just right like a yummy batch of cookies ;)

While Plagg is the biggest cuz he stayed with Null for so long, Hexx is the smallest. Even more so than Tikki but only by a little. I was thinking of him looking like a mix of Tikki and Plagg. More cat-like but with red accents and maybe blue eyes instead of green.

That’s the gist of it with a quick reminder note that time still affects kwamis differently like they mentioned in Sandboy or whatever. so they might be around ten billion years old be the time earth shows up but theyve been very immature. like little kids. and unlike kids that go to school to learn how things work, they were given immense amounts of power and 0 instruction so they have to figure out what they can do, what their identity is, and what purpose they want to have in existence

Tikki has a very do-good attitude and wants to help (even if shes proven sometimes she doesnt give the best advice) and be a Good Kwami. But Plagg isn't a bad kwami. The opposite of love isn't hate after all; it's apathy. Plagg just doesnt really care and will follow Tikki around bc he enjoys her company and his primary concern is himself. Oblivio was a good example of this cuz he's like "no fuck you whats in it for me" but still gets affected by tikki's words and comes back to do as she says eventually.

Hexx would be the "bad apple" though kwamis dont really have moralities cuz those were human constructs and are incredibly subjective. He wouldnt be hatred in the analogy with love, but rather fire-y emotions that are still more negative. quick anger and stuff. usually happy go-lucky. temperamental goes with the nature of being THE force of chaos. while he doesnt wanna help necessarily, he still wants to DO. he's the one that instigates mischief and wants to fuck around for the fun of it.

Making the Miraculous

So from the dinosaur ordeal we know the kwamis DID have effects on earth, but they couldnt consistently intervene - at least not in a controlled fashion. and they couldnt really communicate with humans cuz different field of existence. but their presence became known even if the humans didnt know what they were exactly

the set from the miracle box was made my a mage in china for the purpose of conquests. Hexx’s mischief and meddling probably gave the humans access to the magic/knowledge/whatever they’d need for making the Miraculous. The pitch to get these baby gods to agree was that tikki would have greater control of her powers and could communicate and help! tikki was down. It seemed like a Good Thing and she wanted to do good. Plagg was meh but might as well cuz tikki insisted. hexx wasn't convinced. they werent warned theyd be confined to the miraculous and essentially trapped. plaggs agreement was more out of ignorance of this fact. he figured he could make tikki happy but still fuck off to do what he wanted. never imagined that he'd be subject to another's will. 

tikki was happy regardless bc very young (developmentally) and naive and honestly believing that the human knew best and it's what was best for both the kwamis and humanity. she had so much power her jewel had to be split into two - thus, earrings. all other kwamis inhabit a singular miraculous.

when hexx was being trapped it was against his will, unlike plagg and the others. he fought it. he still got trapped but the miraculous wasnt like the others. the nature was different... it was corrupted. Cue: cursed miraculous(es) ((still not sure of the plural)). If he has to suffer then by Null so do the humans who did this. Thus the name Hexx. Opened the option for kwamis to try to fight it or go for it. Werewolves perhaps stem from a group of cursed canid kwamis? The Miracle Box is basically the kwamis who were aight with the idea but other cursed kwamis exist. 

The nature of a miraculous depends on the "recipe" used to make the jewels and the kwami's receptiveness to being basically enslaved. The Miracle Box miraculous were all made by the same mage mentioned earlier so they had the same recipe so to speak. All the kwamis in the miracle box fall under yin or yang. Including the elements. So the Zodiac and Wu Xing kwamis are all in either tikki or plagg's domains. Except for one. I propose trixx as the exception, even if they dont fit the traits of earth. i was thinking for the other supporting kwami to hexx there could be one that also refused to join the mage... the kwami representing air (wu xing is basically the only philosophy without air as an element in some shape or form). Possible name: Jinxx, a crow. The fox/crow/cat are all typical tricksters in myths. 

The way the kwamis’ powers can be manipulated varies and the cursed kwamis offer the least control to their wielders - and the greatest side effects. I imagine jinxx just fucks off to follow hexx's miraculous, wherever it may be. Hexx is closer to the original curse on pv chat noir... the curse is possibly activated and summoned by the use of tikki or plagg's powers outside their miraculous? And dormant after death of wielder or kiss from LB or something. So that would mean Plagg activated him in style queen and then helping him get a better location/target with the smaller cataclysm in i think catalyst (when he's like "ive been practicing!).

Together, plagg and tikki have that OP wish granting ability but they cant truly summon Null to the this dimension without Hexx, who adamantly refuses. it's not like Hexx's miraculous can be stolen cuz it's cursed onto the subject. As a summary of combined powers... Tikki + Plagg = wish granting? ... Hexx + Tikki = good luck ... Hexx + Plagg = bad luck ... cuz Hexx is about possibility and consequences. So creation-related effects tend to manifest as what humans deem to be good while destruction-related ones are seen as bad.

Hexx Making an Appearance

For the current Mari/Adri plot I thought of Hexx cursing Felix or sth and bringing him onto the hero scene. Comes with the benefit of jealous CN. Maybe a scene where cat-ish Felix tells Chat Noir that he’s not interested in LB, only Mari and they have some sorta agreement to respect that (would work best in the half brother’s thing if Adri found out). All hell would break loose if/when LBs identity came out.

 Also I like the idea of Hexx having been locked in Pandora's jar with other angry ~cursed~ miraculous and the others immediately fucked off and scattered their miraculous but Hexx remained. possibility and consequence does not mean bad things. it's the uncertainty of the future that allows for hope, which is what pandora found. the greek tales also have varying connotations on whether finding hope was a blessing or a curse depending on how you looked at it

#ref: ml lore revamp #ref: ml kwami revamp

[dixiedingo]

Balea McComrick (found dog au sheet)

OC sheet for my marvel OC; gives context to the Found Dog AU.

Note: I didn’t make this template but I forgot who did originally.

Name: Balea McComrick

Nickname(s): Lyra; Bal; B; P

Age: 15-16

Gender: Nonbinary (AFAB)

Birthday: February 26th

Race: Lunafaust/Subflaust

Species: Lunathymarian

Accent: American, slightly southern

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 140 lbs

OC's Appearance

Skin Color(s): (human) Olive/orangey skin (transformed (luna)) black with white spots (transformed (sub)) white with black spots

Hair: (human) Dark brown with light silver and blue ends, short cut (transformed (luna)) white (transformed (sub)) black

Hairstyles: Wavy bob

Eye Color(s): (human) dark brown (transformed (luna)) black sclera, white irises (transformed (sub)) black sclera, white irises; almond shaped

Unique Feature(s): Frequently seen with bandages on the face and arms; slightly muscular

OC's Clothing Style

Gym: black sports bra; gym shorts; black fingerless gloves

Fancy: black slacks, black vest, white collared button up, red bowtie

Pajamas: blue and white striped briefs, white wife beater.

Normal: Cream-colored pea-coat, black tank top, black jeans, black doc martins

Underclothes: Black sports bra, wine-colored boy-shorts

Accessories: Black muzzle

OC's Personality

Social: Extremely cold and distant for the most part; eventually warms up and comes off as a bit childish

Bravery: Puts on a bravery 'facade.' Is actually a bit of a coward.

Rebellious: Their entire job surrounds the idea of rebellion

Tidy: They're in charge of cleaning a lot, so they tend to be tidier than most.

Daredevil: Extremely free-spirited; they aren't afraid of taking action.

Bookworm: Enjoys reading, especially comics and fiction

Personality:

A complicated soul, Balea has a huge disdain for society. After being beaten, broken and bruised, they're wary of new people and more importantly, wary of being hurt again. Despite being as cold as they are, if you manage to get close, you'll find they're quite imaginative and a bit of a space-case. Extremely smart and analytical, they're a perfect right hand.

OC's Likes/Dislikes

Favorite Food: sushi

Favorite Drink: Energy drinks; bubble tea

Favorite Movies: Horror and action

Favorite Music: They love all kinds of music, but they like rock the most

Favorite Tv Show: true-crime related things (criminal minds, that kind of stuff); anything animated

Favorite Book: Helter-skelter

Favorite Holiday: Halloween

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Place: The park

Favorite Color: Red

Least Favorite Food: Anything that tastes like shrimp

Least Favorite Drink: beer

Least Favorite Movies: Anything with barely any plot

Least Favorite Music: Country-- but even then there are some songs they like

Least Favorite Tv Show: Most reality shows (though, they binge them since it’s ‘visual junk food.’)

Least Favorite Book: Fight club

Least Favorite Holiday: valentine’s day

Least Favorite Season: Spring

Least Favorite Place: McCommrick's Quarters

Least Favorite Color: Neon brown (seriously, what the fuck--)

OC's Habits

Overeating: Rarely

Smoking: Only the drugs Tracks provides to them

Spending Money: If they have ‘too much’ money, they’ll become neurotic

Gossiping: They love listening to it, they hate being a mediator.

Lying: Oh buddy--

Drinking: Frequently

Cheating: Only when they deem it okay (but never relationship-wise)

OC's Personal Life

Occupation/Job: Student; drug-dealer

Education: High school junior

Family:

Jamison McComrick (former guardian; deceased)

Kazuhiro Yamaguchi (paternal figure; deceased)

Bethro Major (Father)

Elise Major (mother)

History:

There was a luna-sub race war. Their father didn't want them to be killed, and so they were sent to earth in a ship as a baby since chimera lunathymarians were illegal. They landed fairly close to an orphanage and lived their days out before being sent off to a mutant orphanage via a misunderstanding. At 7, they were adopted by Father Jamison McComrick as "Rosita." Though, it was less to have a daughter and more to have a "malleable perfect being." As a consequence, he abused her for years, locking her  in basements, forcing her to study, and never letting her see the outside world. On one hand, they ended up a genius. But on the other hand, she had no idea how the world worked.

Once they turned 12 they began to rebel, sneaking outside. When she wasn’t allowed to eat, she would steal lots and lots of food. At 14, while stealing from a small corner store, she met Yamaguchi, a former pianist from Japan who became blind in an accident. She ended up working for him and becoming closer, and in turn, he adopted her. However, unfortunately, McComrick finds her again and ends up taking her. She begins to sneak back outside and saves her money to buy Yamaguchi stark-industry brand shades meant to help the blind see. In trade, Yamaguchi teaches her to play piano and subsequently plays her his most famous song, “The Butterfly Sonata.”

He then, after seeing the extent of her abuse, promises to adopt her from McComrick. The night he tried to steal her away though, he was shot by McComrick, and McComrick takes Rose in an attempt to leave for Canada. After nearly molesting her in the car though, she snaps and using her telekinesis, drives the car over a bridge and drowns, resetting her personality.

After being interrogated, she was put in a mutant orphanage home. Not having much to live for and focusing on her education, she attended school faithfully with no friends and no social life. At this point, she’d get harassed and bullied for being ‘too quiet’ and ‘ghostly.’ One day, she fought back and ends up earning the respect of Trevor “Tracks” Skye. Tracks ended up telling her about the gang of the area and pressures her to join.

Now becoming more comfortable with their gender, they're under Tracks' thumb and live in silent fear, doing his bidding for him.

Obsessions:

As a result of being held captive, they have a never-ending passion for music. A big cope for them is binging and reading fantasy books, especially ones where the protagonist saves themselves.

Fears:

Artemis

They have a natural distrust for older humans (usually appearing over the age of 50)

OC's Abilities

Power/Skills:

Sonic scream

Traveling among sound waves

Force manipulation (able to manipulate the nature of things. When they don't use it it works against them)

Flight

Regeneration (depending on how much they eat, that's the amount of time it takes for them to regenerate a wound-- the longest being 30 seconds. If mortally wounded, they'll be knocked out for 30 minutes and their personality is altered.)

Metal-based telekinesis

Strengths:

Handy

Good memory

Good with strategy

Quick thinker

Optimistic

Extremely determined

Weaknesses:

Low strength

Power level cut in half when in human more

They can only use their full power when happy

Soundproof rooms

Sore throats

When angry, they blackout, and Artemis takes control.

Equipment: extendable rod, low supply of gold and epmed, guns (semi-auto), guitar

Note: Artemis is their alter-ego so to speak. Since they're a chimera, they share a body with what would've been their twin. Artemis is much more aggressive and much more visually based. They no longer have access to Balea's powers, as they have their own. Their manipulation powers go from metal to light-based, and the only way to officially kill or weaken them is to blind them somehow as their powers are more so based on the concept of vision. They're more masculine and aggressive than Balea.

#bone scrambling #writing #OC #character sheet #original character #marvel

[marvelsassbutts]

Don’t Say Romantic

Art Credit: @BeanieJedi33 on Twitter!

Summary: Set immediately after the events of Ragnarok, Loki and his brother Thor–now King of Asgard–finds themselves and their people somehow teleported onto an unknown planet. With the impending threat of Thanos catching up to them, the brothers make quick work of getting back on their feet and on a safe course to Earth. An unlikely (and very much missed) companion finds her way into their ranks and she has a lot of catching up to do with one of Asgard's fine Royals.

Fandom: Marvel

Rating: M

Pairing: Loki x Sif, Sifki

Words: 11,030

Warnings: smut, mild language, brief talk of past torture

To say the ship landed wouldn’t necessarily be a lie. However, to say the ship landed would also be considered a half truth–more of a manipulation even. Because indeed the ship did land.

But only because it crashed.

The first words heard after the heavy impact were those of Thor and of course, just as is his fashion, they boomed loudly across the compact space that held all of Asgard.

“IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT?!” rang the king’s voice and while there was mostly a response of low murmurs affirming that most of the ship was still in good health, the sounds of whimpered pains or loud cries registered to the ears of the king and his makeshift court without hesitation. “Healers, follow Eir’s command and attend to those who have been injured. The rest of you remain calm. Asgard will be on course to safety once again very shortly. I will speak to the court in order to plan the next move.” Thor offered his kingdom an uplifting smile before turning towards the small court that stood behind him.

“Clearly your skills as a pilot have not improved over the years,” came the words floating on the snide tone of his brother’s voice.

“Now is not the time for your berating comments to make an appearance, Loki.” Thor ignored the heavy sigh that fell from his brother’s lips and turned his attention to rest of the beings standing before him. The Hulk and The Valkyrie side by side to his right while Heimdall took a position at his left. A few steps away, Miek and Korg seemed to be checking one another over for any injuries but Thor assumed that moment of worry would be quickly over with the realization that one of them was made of rock. “How much damage has the ship taken?” Thor asked and looked to Heimdall.

“Not much, My King. The main reason for our sudden landing–”

“Our crash.”

“–stems from the fact that we were transported through a portal of space across a great distance without warning. This ship can handle such travel but only if the correct preparations are made before the jump,” Heimdall relayed, ignoring the interruption made by Loki.

“Yes. I did notice the sudden change of scenery,” Thor mumbled to himself and moved his gaze to stare out of the large window before him. “Where are we?” he asked and when no reply came he moved his gaze once again towards his brother.

Loki, in turn, raised his eyebrows at Thor in a questioning and challenging manner. “You think this is my doing?”

“Loki, situations like this are usually your doing.”

“I assumed it was Heimdall somehow wielding the power of the Bifrost enabling him to transport us across the cosmos.”

“Hm,” Thor grunted in response and looked out the window again. “During a time when we could have used your quick thinking, you were stunted.” Thor only meant the words in jest and even had a soft smile adorning his face. When Loki didn’t reply with a quick witted answer his gaze dropped, along with his smile, to him.

“I–” Loki broke off his sentence and lowered his eyes to the ground. “I’m sorry, my attention was elsewhere in the moment.”

“No matter what got us here, the point is that we are here and need a way out. The ship is unresponsive at the moment and we’re stranded on an unknown planet with Thanos himself on our asses,” The Valkyrie hissed. “If we plan on simply standing around arguing about teleportation and wit might I suggest we at least do it away from this recognizable hunk of metal and perhaps in an underground panic room of some sort?”

Thor didn’t miss the way Loki’s hands formed into fists at the mention of Thanos’ name or how his eyes closed as he took a unsuccessfully calming breath in and shakily let it out–but he pretended he did. “Right,” Thor said with a nod towards The Valkyrie. “Stay here for now. Loki, you and I will try to make sense of where we are. Heimdall, keep your eyes open for any enemies and have Asgard and its soldiers on the defensive.”

Heimdall gave his salute with an arm crossing over his chest and Thor acknowledged it before gesturing for Loki to follow him off of the ship. He wasn’t lying about the fact that they would use the time to try to put a name to their whereabouts but Thor had other plans on his mind as well. Namely, figuring out why Loki, God of Mischief and Master of Schemes, became no more than a mortal man in the presence of a being he had never met.

Loki walked a few steps ahead of his brother, sending his magic into the atmosphere and hoping that it would return to him with the results they needed. The green wisps of light danced above them in an entrancing fashion, drawing the brothers’ eyes up to it in a small display of wonderment.

Loki found it frustrating that he wasn’t able to immediately identify their location after years of doing nothing but studying the ins and outs of these never ending realms. Committing their positions and landscapes and mysteries to memory, picking what information to use to highlight his knowledge in front of others and what information to hoard for himself for later use seemed to all be a waste now that he stood on a planet and had to mark it in his mind as “unknown.” He scoffed at the word as it rang out like an alarm in his head and turned his focus back to his magic.

It was a focus that didn’t last long due to his companion on this journey of the– ugh –unknown.

“Can you place where we are? You were always better at the history of planets and their placements than me.”

“I cannot,” Loki responded. “And your flattery won’t help the process move along any faster,” he added with a glance in his brother’s direction at the sound of his light chuckle. “It is strange not knowing, isn’t it?” Loki continued on. “Especially after so many years of devoted studying.”

“Maybe on your part,” Thor added as he stretched his arms out in front of him. “Stuff like this never interested me. You know I wasn’t built to sit in a room and stare at a lecturer and take notes on this, that, and the other. I believed the best way to learn was to experience.”

“Which is why your skill at downing mug after mug of mead compares to no other.”

“Precisely!” Thor agreed with a grin that he saw mirrored, although in a seemingly smaller way, on his brother’s own face. He let out a sigh and stopped walking, Loki promptly coming to a halt beside him. “Whatever this planet may be, I don’t like it.”

“Yet another thing we can agree on.”

Loki allowed his eyes to scan the land in front of him, hoping to see some prominent form or figure that would aid in helping with the planet’s identification but the effort proved itself to be fruitless. Spread out from all areas of their small radius from the ship were walls upon walls of a thick, unmoving dust that seemed to encompass the entire space of the planet. The ground beneath them resembled the walls around them and Loki was unnerved by the mundaneness of it all.

“Well, if the air up high is anything like the air below we should be safe to fly,” Loki said. “There’s nothing but dust, possibly smog if there’s a hidden industrial civilization nearby, and the ship can, I’m sure, handle such an unintimidating annoyance.” He turned to Thor with a smile and added, “Even with you as its pilot.” Loki made to walk back towards Asgard but was halted by a hand coming in contact with his chest and pushing him backwards. “What?” he asked in bored yet amused tone. “Have you gotten sensitive about your flying? I know it’s a tender subject since the loss of Mjolnir but–”

“Why do you fear Thanos so greatly, brother?” Thor asked without preamble. Sometimes he felt it was best to catch Loki off guard in topics like these. It was easier to see his true emotion when he didn’t have the time to build a mask over his face. What Thor was able to recognize this time was shock followed by confusion, a hint of fear again which was quickly replaced by–could it have been embarrassment? And finally, ending with shame.

“Was I so obvious?”

“Not to most I’m sure. But to one who has grown with you close by his side, very.”

Loki acknowledged his brother’s words with a small nod of his head as he picked nervously at his hand. He didn’t meet Thor’s eyes and stayed silent but Thor didn’t try to push him into conversation. He understood that Loki was trying to gather this thoughts and arrange his words into just the right order. Loki was grateful for his brother’s patience.

“When I fell from the rainbow bridge all those years ago it was in an attempt to end my life, not to plan schemes against you or Father or anyone. I thought that my life was devoid of meaning and that meaningless things should be rid of. So I let go and I fell.” Loki sighed before his expression changed from one that was soft and almost indifferent to one that was pained. It was a pain he tried to hide which was obvious to Thor but the emotion was still there and growing. “But I was caught. By Thanos. He…. No, I suppose he never touched me but he had others do it.”

“Do what, Loki?”

The smile that graced Loki’s features at that question was neither humorous nor kind. It was a smile similar to the one he wore whenever their father would criticise him for not being more like his brother or when someone miraculously got the upperhand in an argument with him and forced him to see the errors of his ways in a manner that was more demeaning than it was helpful. It was the smile he wore when he didn’t want to show what he was really feeling and he had perfected it to the point where even Thor had a hard time deciphering what was underneath.

“Torture me, brother.” He met Thor’s eyes then with that smile still in place and let out a laugh that captured a similar meaning to the upturned curve of his lips. “For days on end, one after another. Flaying my skin and burning the muscle that laid underneath. Twisting off the ends of my limbs right at the minuscule gaps of my bones. Burning images into my head of you and Mother and–” Thor’s eyes searched Loki’s for the rest of his sentence but his brother turned away with a shake of his head. “Images of you burning or bleeding out or–or celebrating my fall. There was that and more and it was all done so that I would be compliant and lead his army without a question of right or wrong. He destroyed me, Thor. Wholly. And I–Back there when I saw the ship I froze because I recognized it and I knew and I couldn’t put myself through that again! I’ve known his torture when he needed me. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like when he didn’t. So I froze. And I’m sorry. Next time I won’t fail you.”

“Loki, you didn’t fail me–”

“I did. I let my emotions control the situation and had it not been for some unforeseeable lucky rift in the cosmos, we would be dead. Or on his rack with half our guts spilling onto the floor.” Loki pulled his eyes away from Thor’s once more and turned his attention to the ship. “We should get back and get moving. He could be tracking us at this very moment and I think it’s in the best interest of all of us to put more distance between us and them.” Loki began walking away without waiting for Thor’s reply and his brother sighed before catching up with him.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about Thanos.”

“It never came up.”

“I disagree. It would have been a very helpful topic when I was trying to figure out why you were trying to destroy Midgard!”

“I couldn’t tell you then.”

“Why not?”

“Because you would have tried to go after him and, with how weak you were in your powers back then, he most assuredly would have destroyed you.”

“I don’t know, I think I could have given him a few good rounds.”

Loki let a small smile, one that did in fact hold humor, grace his lips as he turned a fond look to his brother. “I can say with full confidence that you would have not.”

Thor put on a look of mock offense and Loki was ready to answer his retort with more wit of his own but the conversation didn’t continue. For at that moment the dust, from all sides and angles, began to move, swirling violently around them as the sounds of engines and high powered machinery filled the space they were in. They heard the door to their ship drop open and the members of the court ran out fully armed before getting into a strategic position for a fight.

“Sounds like a ship!” The Valkyrie shouted over the noise. “Maybe he’s found us!”

Thor looked to Loki who had drawn his knives but had a blank look strewn across his paling face. He was locking up again and, with the enemy so close, it would seal the fate of his life. Thor stepped in front of his brother and grabbed his shoulders before looking him directly in his eyes. “Listen to me because I’ll only say it once,” he said loudly enough for only Loki to hear. “If he gets hold of you, find a way out and run.” Loki blinked and Thor saw his eyes were finally starting to focus. “You’ve been through that hell once and I will not see you put through it again. Continue the journey to Midgard and get help. Come back for any of us that get taken but do not stay. Do you understand me?”

Loki’s mouth slowly opened and his head shook slightly but his words were never able to come out for he was cut off by the voice of Heimdall.

“That isn’t his ship.”

Thor looked over to the Gatekeeper with a look of confusion before turning away from Loki to face the source of the noise. It was, in fact, not Thanos’ ship but one that was much less impressive. It was large and bulky with, what he assumed were, guns attached to the sides. It reminded him of The Valkyrie’s ship back on Sakaar but much darker in color and thicker in size.

“Must be a native,” Heimdall said. “Still be on alert, all of you,” he added on as the door to the ship slowly lowered itself to the ground.

“Can I suggest possibly skipping this whole meet and greet and getting back on the ship?” Loki offered and Thor was surprised at how quickly his brother seemed to recuperate.

“It would be better to know where we are so that we can start thinking of a clear path away from here,” Thor responded. “This is for the best.” He could almost hear the sound of Loki rolling his eyes but kept his focus on the emerging figure that was clouded by the still settling dust. Once they stepped off of their ramp Thor took in a deep breath. “Hello!” he called with a small nod of his head. “I’m Thor Odinson, King of Asgard, and these are my people.” He gestured to his left and right with ease. “We seemed to have been transported here unwillingly and–”

The figure, slowly becoming more clear, seemed to rip a piece of cloth away from its face as it quickly began approaching Asgard’s King and court. Weapons were drawn and ready to strike down the fast approaching stranger but the opportunity never came.

“Thor!” the voice cried and Loki nearly choked on the dust that had rushed into his throat with his sharp gasp.

Thor let out a booming laugh and rushed forward to meet her in the middle before gathering her into his arms in a crushing hug. “Is it you?! Really you?!”

“Indeed!” she responded happily but with a tight voice as all the air was being squeezed out of her.

“It’s the Lady Sif!” Thor called over his shoulder and Loki heard Heimdall’s sword drop to the ground before he started forward.

“The Lady who?” The Valkyrie asked as Heimdall gathered Sif into his arms.

Loki half turned his head to her, his mouth open and ready with an answer but he couldn’t find the words. The situation almost didn’t seem real. He had truly believed he would never hear that voice again or be as close as he was now to this particular body.

“Lady Sif,” Loki finally pushed out as he turned to face The Valkyrie completely. “The Goddess of War.”

“Goddess, huh?” she asked as her eyes traced Sif up and down. “Tell me she’s more tolerable than you and your brother.”

Loki’s laugh fell out on a breath. “A thousand times more–”

“You!”

“–intolerable,” he finished and turned in time to see Sif striding towards him with a look of vengeance and fury, her black hair billowed out behind her and her eyes darkened to a color reminiscent of the sea at night–only there were no stars reflected there to calm him. Her cheeks were flushed and red and her jaw clenched as she pulled back her fist and swung it across his jaw.

“We’re going to get along,” The Valkyrie said with a smile just as Loki reached a hand up to gently rub at the injured area.

When he turned back to face her, there was still anger in her eyes but he didn’t get to study it to the depths that he would have liked before her hands were on the sides of his face, her fingers digging into the skin under his jaw, on his cheek, and by his ear as she drew him down and lifted her face up in order to push their mouths together in a way that was neither pleasurable nor romantic. But necessary.

The last thing he heard before he gave into her completely was the confused and startled “Oh!” coming from his brother’s mouth.

Loki moved his own hands to her waist to pull her closer against his body as he worked his lips out of the uncomfortable position of being smashed between hers and his teeth and into one where they were moving gently against one another’s in a way that both comforted and pained him. The pain was more emotional though. He was unable to understand why she had decided to kiss him in the first place–the punch was definitely deserving, but the kiss? After everything, was not earned. He was not worthy of her affectionate display, no matter how rough it was, and the fact that she still stayed kissing him in this moment only increased the pain that had settled in his chest.

“You’re a traitor,” she hissed against his lips before kissing them again.

“I know,” he replied between breaths. Their conversation continued much the same way. Words bitten and whispered out between kisses.

“A liar.”

“Yes.”

“You wrap yourself so completely in your mischief and your tricks that you forget who you are! What the ones around you are supposed to mean to you.”

“I’m sorry.”

She pulled his mouth down to hers again and kissed him deeply before slowly pulling back once more and gripping him more fiercely. “I should kill you,” she whispered and opened her eyes to look up at his still closed ones.

“You should.”

It fell quiet between them and Sif let out a long sigh as Loki drew her in closer. “Loki.”

“Hm?”

“Look at me.”

“Mm,” he hummed and then slowly sighed. “I don’t think so. Not if you still have that look of murder in your eyes.”

“Loki,” Sif breathed, her voice laced with exasperation.

His eyes opened for her then, not wanting to push any harder against the thin sheet of ice she had placed him on. His eyes, unsurprisingly, found hers immediately and his body sank into hers. “Sif,” he whispered and gathered her impossibly closer. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as her nose nudged gently against his.

“Hi.”

His breath caught at the tenderness of her voice and the delicacy at which her lips moved against his with that simple word. His eyes, which started to water, bore deeply into her own and his mouth turned up into a smile that worked to place a smile on her own face. But his gaze ignored the smile for now and instead stayed focused on her eyes as something had started to develop in them. An emotion perhaps? Or tears of her own? His smile only widened when he realized what was hiding so discreetly that only someone this near–someone who would only be him–could see it.

He had found the stars in her eyes.

“Hi.”

The return of Lady Sif to Asgard was well received by all. Many rushed forward to grasp her forearm in a display of companionship and happy cries rang throughout the ship as the news spread from the front to the back, not missing a soul in between. Sif herself was gracious to be back in the company of familiar faces and friends and took it upon herself to meet many of people with full embraces and words of respect and kindness. Their Goddess of War had finally returned to them and in the midst of what was most likely going to be an extravagant battle, nothing could have been more comforting.

As Sif continued through the crowd Loki kept no more than a foot’s distance between them. His eyes stayed locked on her face looking for any sign of discomfort or upset but thankfully found none. He wasn’t too expectant of her becoming upset in the presence of Asgard’s people but one could never be too careful. By the time Sif made it to the raised floor where Thor’s throne sat it was clear that even those small interactions had somewhat worn her out. She looked to Loki with a smile and reached for his hand just as the ship was rising off the ground.

“Back in the air, finally,” Thor said with a small sigh. “And with a much appreciated addition to our crew.” He gave Sif a smile as he settled into the throne. “Lady, pray tell where we are so that I might set a clear course for Earth.”

“Ria,” she replied with a careful glance in Korg’s direction. “Or what’s left of it. Much of it was blown apart when I was there–I had to go into deep hiding in order to make it out alive. Whoever did the damage never touched down to the planet. If they had I would have slain them where they stood.”

“I don’t doubt it, Lady.”

“So much of it was destroyed, the dust still tries to settle but to no avail. I’m afraid the planet will always remain in that state. Always trying to fix itself but never fully capable of it.”

“You were there when it was under attack?” Loki asked in a tone that was nearly accusatory. Sif didn’t fail to pick up on that and turned her head in his direction before casting a glare on him.

“And who do I have to thank for that…, All-Father? ”

Loki’s glare was just as intense as he forced her under it and raised his chin in a defensive manner. “You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you? For banishing me from my home?!”

“I only did it to protect you! I knew of Ragnarok’s approach and had you been there when it started, your stubbornness–”

“Ragnarok has started?” Sif asked, her glare suddenly dropped as her eyes grew wide with worry. “Why are we running from it?” She turned towards Thor with the question still burning inside her. “Turn the ship around, go back to Asgard and finish this!”

“It is finished,” Thor answered. “Ragnarok ended with the destruction of Asgard’s kingdom. It’s why we’ve been traversing the cosmos in such a tight space, I can assure this was not done by choice.”

“It’s finished?” she whispered. Thor nodded and Sif held his gaze before lifting her head and scanning the ship. “The Warriors Three?” Her eyes snapped back down to Thor and he could only answer with a solemn sigh and a shake of his head. “All of them?” Sif inquired on the same whisper and received her answer with a nod. “How?”

“Our sister.”

“You have a sister?” she asked and looked back and forth between the two brothers.

“Yes, another bit of family trivia that Father decided to leave out.”

“Loki,” Thor said sternly.

“Thor,” he responded in the same tone but with an added scowl.

“Our sister, Hela, was the start of Ragnarok. She was Odin’s first born and gathered her power from Asgard itself so it had to be destroyed. When she first arrived to the kingdom I wasn’t there. She had bested both me and Loki and had sent us plummeting into Sakaar. I would have protected the Warriors Three and given my life for them if I could have.”

“You wouldn’t have had to if I had not been banished for no damn good reason,” she growled out.

Loki locked his hands behind his back and allowed himself to stand to his full height. “I wouldn’t have let you give your life for them if it had cost me my own.”

“Well that wasn’t your choice to make, was it?!”

“It was a choice I wouldn’t alter in any way, in any lifetime! I saved your life! Why can’t you just be grateful?”

“Because I hate having my life saved, Loki! You of all people know that! I fight my own battles, not the ones Regals see fitting for me.”

The clearing of a throat cut off any retort Loki was ready to spill and brought the focus of the arguing deities back to Thor.

“While I do think this argument needs to be had and taken care of I’m going to have to ask the two of you to refrain from doing it so openly. We have a ship to command and need to keep our eyes open for any oncoming enemies.” Thor gave Loki a pointed look and his brother nodded.

“Right. Of course.”

“Enemies? Is that why you sent out the distress signal?”

“You picked up a distress signal?”

“Yes. How else would you have gotten to Ria?”

“But…. How?” Thor asked. “I didn’t send out any distress signals and you don’t have the capability to rip apart space.”

“Yes you did and yes I do. Somewhat,” Sif answered. “Loki taught me a good amount of seidr.”

“When?!”

“Before I fell. Sif was interested in learning and I taught her. Seidr is a form of weaponry when used correctly and you know of her proclivity to master every kind of weapon.”

“But–You two were always–Forgive me. I’m just slightly confused by your romantic timeline. Doesn’t matter,” Thor said with a shake of his hand as Loki and Sif shifted away from one another, both somewhat embarrassed at Thor’s use of the word ‘romantic.’

Loki had never really considered the thing between him and Sif to be something of romance. Passion, yes. Sexual intensity, sure. An exchange of companionship and escape from a world and a people that could never and would never fully accept them, you got it. But romance? Loki thought back on the time he had spent with Sif before he fell and replayed the arguments that had been exchanged when he returned to Asgard alive. In his memories he found moments of joy when he and Sif had snuck out deep into the Royal Gardens when they dared to ignore and disobey the callings of the Royal Council. He remembered how he would make her laugh by expressing his disdain towards the Elders in a way that was both hyperbolic and disrespectful enough to be punishable.

“Do you ever worry that they’ll put it all together?” she had asked with her arms crossed over his chest and a smile gracing her lips. “Whenever one of us is missing so is the other. Surely we’ll be found out in only a few days time.”

“Sif, please,” Loki had chuckled as he picked a berry out of the small stash of food they had stolen to accompany them on their small act of rebellion. “All that room is is a group of senile Elders who shout over one another because they’re too deaf to hear a stampede of Bilgesnipe, should there ever be one, and too blind to see where the true faults of the Nine Realms lay–most of which are conveniently presented whenever they face an unfortunate mirror.” Sif had bowed her head forward in laughter as Loki popped the berry into his mouth with a proud smile. When she raised it she shook her head at him and rested her cheek on top of her hands.

“So our secret is safe?”

“More than. Even those who do notice our absence will just assume it’s a type of competition between us.”

“We do have a competitive reputation that supports that theory.”

“Indeed we do, my Lady.”

Loki remembered how after that she had kissed him. Her body readjusting instead to be straddling him rather than laying on him and he remembered how his hands ran up her thighs before grasping her hips and raising his own to rub against hers. He smiled at the memory and held back a laugh at the recollection of what happened next. True to their nature, the moment of intimacy was ruined by a competition. Loki, in a moment of confidence had pinned Sif to her back against the luscious grass of the garden, meaning for it to only resonate as heightened passion. Sif, of course, saw it as an opportunity to see who could stay on top the longest.

The spar was no more than an amateur wrestling match with both bodies exerting just enough power to restrain the other but making sure to do no damage. Loki had laughed through the entire thing which only served to weaken him and when Sif had him once again pinned, her hand with a tight grip on his hair as she angled his chin up towards the sky, he couldn’t help but get lost her eyes and the feel of her weight upon him. She had smiled and taken his relaxed muscles as a sign of yield but upon getting up he had tripped her and made a quick move to grab her ankle, something she didn’t let him succeed in. He had spent the rest of the afternoon chasing after her through the plants and statues, the flowers and the fountains, all of which had a dull beauty in comparison to her resonating laugh.

It has been the best hunt of his life.

Was that romantic? Loki thought now as Thor and Sif continued to contemplate what distress signal had been picked up.   No . He answered his thoughts. No, it was merely play. Two young people disrespecting orders and taking up the name ‘rebels.’ Nothing more. Loki nodded subtlety to himself and moved his eyes over to Sif and allowed himself to be awestruck at the fact that she stood before him still strong as ever and ready to make her next move in this recently started war. He would expect nothing less from her of course. Her ferocity and love for battle was something that had always drawn him towards her. She lived for war and thrived under the feeling of one beneath her feet. While many bowed and succumbed to its chaos, Sif found herself always rising above it and finding order and strategy where many others could only latch onto panic.

Loki was always unsure about how he felt about her love for war. It was something he loved hearing and seeing her talk about. He took pride in the fact that she could best many of the men who spat derogatory comments her way whenever possible up until the moment their faces were in the dirt and her foot was pressing none too lightly on the back of their heads. And of course, many of her enemies shared a distaste for him. They looked down on him for his form of fighting and his passion for seidr. They compared him heavily to his brother and were always either brushing him aside or trying to instigate a fight. Loki never engaged with their simple minded behavior but Sif had marked every face and name that had done him wrong. And when she came face to face when them in training her contempt towards them only fueled her bloodlust.

Watching her break their enemies down in the training yard never failed to brighten his days spent on Asgard when it was still standing proud. Whenever Sif was able to, she defended her honor and often, along with that, Loki’s as well.

But on the other hand, she was drawn to war like a moth to a flame. She loved the glow and the curiosity towards battle only beckoned her forward to a place when death and ruin had high tolls. And nothing Loki said or did could ever dim that need for battle that ran through her veins.

She would return from battles with her sides cut open, her limbs dislocated, bones broken, and a smile on her face. The more injuries the better. The more she could show off the better. And Loki wanted to strangle her for that. Of course, if he had tried, she would have only fought back. And she did.

Countless nights were devoid of sleep and instead filled with arguments about safety and recklessness, Loki always hissing about Sif’s lack of self care or decisions that–even though successful–were stupid and far too high risked to be tried for the first time in close battle. Sif always bit back with a retort that usually consisted of her telling Loki that her choices were none of his business and if he couldn’t deal with that then there was always the option for him to shove some insane object up an even more insane part of his body.

Their arguments usually ended in one of them storming away or sex.

Still, no matter the battle or whether or not they fought afterwards, Loki always made sure she was taken care of. Once the fighting stopped and the two realized they should be thankful for just being in on another’s presence again, Loki would draw Sif a hot bath with both healing and scented oils and perch himself on the edge of the basin of water as he washed out the dirt, blood, and grime from her hair. The long and dark tresses were worked from matted clumps to smooth rivulets that cascaded down her back. After rinsing it clean with a final pour of water from the crown of her head to the back, Loki would lean forward just enough to place a kiss on her shoulder then leave her bathing chamber to give her privacy for anything else she needed to take care of.

Nothing more…. Loki thought and then sighed. You’ve traveled between worlds and more. In what one was something like that ‘nothing more?’

The sound of his brother’s groan snapped Loki back to reality and he quickly moved his eyes away from Sif (had he been staring at her this whole time?) and over to Thor with an expression of concern.

“But the question of who sent out a distress signal still remains unanswered.”

“Hm,” Loki mused and brought a hand to his chin as he scratched at it lightly. “Possibly me.”

“Possibly?”

“Well, during that moment I had a lot of, let’s say nerves running through me and I may have involuntarily sent out a distress. It would make sense then that Sif picked it up seeing as her seidr is connected to mine.”

“It does make sense,” she confirmed. “What I felt was as familiar as it was alarming. But the override of my system took priority and I tossed the connection to the back of my head. All I was focused on was getting the supposed victims out of harm’s way.”

“And we are lucky that you did.” Heimdall said from only a few steps away. “I do not think any of us would have been prepared to fight Thanos. He would have–”

“Thanos?” asked Sif sharply as her gaze dropped from Heimdall to Loki. “Thanos?” she asked again and wrapped her hand around his forearm. “That was why your distress was so strong?” She squeezed his arm tighter and her concern for him only prompted him to try to keep a more composed attitude. “You cannot fight him with Loki here,” Sif directed towards Thor.

“I don’t plan on fighting him anywhere that has Asgard’s people close to it,” Thor said with furrowed eyebrows. “And how is it that you know of Loki and Thanos’ past?”

“Loki has a past with Thanos?” The Valkyrie asked with a snort. “What were you to him? Another type of sex toy?”

“Watch your tongue or have it cut out of your mouth,” Sif seethed at her with a suddenly procured and raised dagger. “This is not a joking matter and if you see it as such I’ll feel no hesitation in using you as a shield in our next battle.”

Loki couldn’t help the smirk that passed over his face at the look of shock–and yes just a hint of underlying fear–that crossed The Valkyrie’s face at Sif’s threat. Clearly she didn’t quite understand the depths of their relationship–did anyone?–and had made the foolish choice to try to challenge it. It felt good to have someone on his side once again.

“I told Sif about what happened,” Loki said in response to Thor’s question. “She all but forced it out of me when I was being held in the dungeons.”

“Of course she did,” Thor mumbled with closed eyes and with two fingers closing around the bridge of his nose. Loki found his brother’s exasperation at his and Sif’s unique relationship to be amusing and smiled at the confused and tired expression that followed after Thor’s deep sigh. “No matter. All of that is another story for another time. For now let’s focus on setting a course for Midgard. Heimdall, I’ll need your assistance as well as yours, Valkyrie.”

“And what can I do for you?” Sif stepped forward with one hand on her sword and the other held across her chest over her heart.

“You can go get sleep. I’m going to need you at your best in the coming days and your best requires rest. Loki can show you to a room. And, Brother, be quick. We still have certain topics that need to be discussed.” Loki nodded and gestured for Sif to walk ahead of him as together they left the main part of the ship.

Their walk was mostly silent, only filled with occasional words from Loki as he pointed out certain rooms that he thought would be of importance to Sif in the time it took them to reach Earth. He was curious about what had been going through her head during the whirlwind of a conversation that had happened only minutes prior to then. Had she been as hung up on the word ‘romantic’ as he had? Did she truly believe he should be nowhere around when they fought against Thanos? Was it concern that propelled that thought or was it lack of faith? Loki guessed it probably leaned towards the latter as it usually did with anyone who encountered him.

As they approached the door to another room Loki gestured vaguely with his left hand. “And this is where I’ll be if you ever need me for the time we’re here. If you can’t find me here then just wait. I’m sure I’ll pop up at some point in time.”

“Reliable,” replied Sif with a smile. She reached for the handle of his door before pushing it open and stepping inside. The chamber was simple, nothing like what they were used to back on Asgard, but elegant. The room was occupied mostly by a bed pushed into the far upper right corner. It large and comfortable and adorned in fine black sheets and a warm fur covering that Loki had been able to tell was faux but still fine nonetheless. The rest of the space had walls of abstract pieces of art, most of which were done in dull colors such a blacks and grays and the rest had been strewn across with a blue paint. Loki found that he was more attracted to the blue paintings. A black trunk sat at the foot of the bed and the surrounding corners each had small golden statues of the Grandmaster–something Loki found both disturbing and admirable. “This room is strangely perfectly fitting to you and horribly not your taste at all.”

“I find myself feeling the same way. I don’t see any reason to change it though.”

“Of course not, you won’t be staying here long.”

“Mm,” Loki hummed in agreement. “If you’d like I could show you to a spare room where you could rest.” He breathed in deeply as Sif turned away from the room to look at him. “Or…,” he said on his exhale.

She raised her eyebrows in a silent gesture for him to carry on as she walked closer to him. “Or?” She stood in front of him with her eyes raised to meet his. A soft smile played on her lips and Loki couldn’t help his gaze from dropping down to them. It was only a moment after that before he had closed the distance between the two of them, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her close as the other collided with the bedroom door, causing it to swing closed.

Sif expected the kiss to be as rough as the one they had shared earlier, teeming with pent up anger and tension, but instead Loki’s lips landed gently against hers and his hand raised to caress her cheek, angling her face to his liking as they melted into each other.

“Thor asked me to be quick,” Loki whispered as a reminder just a breath away from Sif’s lips.

“So we’ll be quick,” Sif replied and closed the space between them again to slowly kiss Loki and allow her tongue to slip over his bottom lip. She groaned once he pulled away which only resulted in his laughter.

“You misunderstand me.” He leaned closer to her, his breath against her cheek as he dragged his mouth down it and to her neck. The feeling of his hot breath added with the light trail of his nose against her skin was enough to raise goosebumps and cause her to shiver at the sensation. He pressed a careful kiss against her neck and left a few more after in a path to the spot just below her ear. His lips fell upon it and she could feel his smile stretching out just as his hands moved to her waist and held her firmly in place. “I have every intention of making my brother wait.” He nipped at the lobe of her ear and Sif’s eyes fell closed at his words.

Her hands slid down the front of his pants and she turned her head enough to have his lips sliding back against hers. The kiss started with a gasp from Loki at the feeling of Sif’s hands wrapping around his hardening cock and slowly became one of passion and shifting dominance.

Loki’s hands were in her hair as he gently tilted her head. His tongue slid itself expertly against her own, slowly and languidly in time with the thrusts of his hips against her hands.

It was the slightest of moments when Loki pulled his lips away from hers but it was enough time for Sif to let slip his name in a moan from her lips. Loki’s entire body shivered at the sound–one he hadn’t heard in, what felt like, millennia–and kissed her again before slowly pulling away. Again the moan came and Loki growled in response to it, finally letting it have its full effect on him.

Sif’s body was slammed none to gently against the wall by the bed in the next second and her hands went to his shoulders in shock which gave him the perfect opportunity to rub his hardness against her center. Her shock was diffused by the action and instead her arms fell to his shoulders before she pulled him against her. Again his name fell from her lips and that only prompted him to thrust more aggressively against her as a groaned spilled from his lips pressed against her neck.

His hands dropped to the ties of her leather and the fastenings of her armor, working desperately to get them undone. But it had been years since he had worked to undo the intricate holdings and he was positive there had been some modifications made that he was not familiar with.

“Damn!” He hissed as his fingers slipped yet again on a knot. “I swear to the gods–“

“Oh, no need for the drama, Loki!” Sif cried and batted his hands out of the way.

For a moment he stood just watching her and the way her hands moved swiftly from knot to buckle to armor and everything in between. Then he came to the conclusion that he should probably get undressed too. He only struggled for a moment to get the top part of his leathers off, but it was enough time for Sif to get down to nothing but a plain, crimson tunic. And Loki had little to no self control over pressing her back against the wall with his body, crushing his mouth against hers, and lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

Any delicacy that remained from before was gone now. There wasn’t an inch of space between the two but there was a need to get closer. Sif’s hands clawed against Loki’s shoulders as his fingers dug into her thighs with a grip so fierce it would cause an average person to try to break away. Sif wasn’t average though. Far from it.

One hand did however drop from its grip but only to move towards Sif’s wet center. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers sliding through her folds and thrusted against them. Loki pulled his mouth away from hers and dragging it from her cheek to her neck as his fingers continued to move expertly against her. He let one slide inside her at the same time he sucked against a particularly sensitive spot on her neck which earned him a long and high pitched moan to fall from her lips. He pulled his finger out and instead slowly moved it against her clit which resulted Sif’s nails to dig into his shoulder and her body, as well as her words, begging him for more.

Loki pulled his mouth away from her neck in order to watch her face and feel her panting breaths against his. She was a wreck in his hands right now and he couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face. He added more pressure with his finger against her and started to rub her even faster. Soon, his thumb replaced his finger so that he could continue to pleasure her there as two fingers dipped inside of her. She was close. She was so close. He only had to keep this up a little longer and–Oh?

Sif gripped his wrist and pulled his hand down before breathing out a soft, but strict, “No.”

Loki, confused as ever, frowned and started to pull himself away from her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and pulled him closer. “No,” she said again before letting one hand drop to his pants as she started to push them off of his hips.

Oh, Loki thought with a smile and pushed his pants the rest of the way down as he starting kissing Sif again. He reached down between them again and took his cock into his hand before sliding the head of it between her slick folds and moaning in time with her. He positioned himself at her opening before slowly sliding inside of her and dropping his head to her shoulder.

Sif’s hands moved into Loki’s hair and gripped it fiercely as he thrusted in and out of her, back hitting the wall behind it with every forward motion of his hips. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands travel from her hips to up under her tunic. His fingers just grazed the underside of breasts and he raised his head from her shoulder to kiss her slowly.

Loki pulled his hands back but only for a moment to remove her final article of clothing before sliding them back up her torso, stopping to cup her breasts once more before lowering his mouth to them. At the same time, he pulled her away from the wall and took the short step towards the bed before gently laying her down. His mouth never disconnecting from her skin and their bodies staying joined together. Loki’s hands moved from being wrapped around her, back to the front of her and his lips pressed against hers once more. His hands roamed over her skin almost as much as hers did his.

Down each other’s sides and back up again, Sif’s running down Loki’s back while his traveled down her thighs. They were both relearning each other’s curves and structure while simultaneously being exposed to new scars and raised skin where fresh bruises were held. All the while experiencing the feeling of being one again, of being Loki and Sif with nothing and no one in between.

As Loki started to quicken the pace of his thrusts, he let one hand travel back down to Sif’s center and continued the gentle rubbing he had started up earlier.

Sif hooked one leg around his torso and dug her heel into his back as her other leg dropped open, both playing a part in persuading him to go deeper into her and providing the access to do so. One arm stayed draped over his neck while her other hand rested atop of the one between their bodies to add more pressure to his ministrations. Her head pressed itself deep into the pillow underneath it and her body arched up into his as her breath started escaping her lips in short and rapid succession.

Loki watched her body react to him and waited for that build inside of her to reach its climax as he moved himself quickly in and out of her and sped up his rubbing. It was no more than a few seconds before Sif came and Loki kissed her through her orgasm, all the while continuing to reach his own end. And when it came and his hips came to a stuttering halt, he collapsed against her and let his head fall back to her shoulder.

They laid still for several minutes, both trying to catch their breath and take in every glorious moment of what had just happened. In time, Loki pulled away from her and fell onto his back beside her instead.

“Not too bad,” he panted and turned his head in Sif’s direction.

“Not too bad,” she agreed and he smiled before facing the ceiling again. “Clearly you’ve been practicing,” she added on in a tone that tried to hide its suspicion with humor.

“I spent four years thought to be dead and playing to be my father. I didn’t have much time for practice.”

“But some?”

“My Lady, there is such a thing as natural talent.” He looked back over at her, not missing the smile on her face as she continued to stare at the ceiling.

“I suppose there is.”

Loki turned completely towards her and pressed a kiss against her cheek before she turned to face him and pressed her own lips against his. Again her hand made its way into his hair and his own fell to the small of her back in order to pull her firmly against him.

“Oh, I missed you,” she breathed against his lips. “I missed you,” she repeated and kissed him again only to pull away and stare into his eyes. “Why would you lie about your death? Again ?”

“Technically, I didn’t lie the first time. I was just held prisoner against my will–“

“Loki.”

He sighed and ran a hand down her arm. “I suppose I was afraid I’d only be locked up again when I returned to Asgard. Back into that cell filled with things that my mother had acquired for me and therefore could not stand to look at anymore. Back to staring across the corridor only to see a monster, a truly horrendous beast, staring back at me and wondering if that’s what I truly was to my family…. To you.”

“Never to me, My Prince. You know never to me.”

“It could have changed.”

“It would not have,” she reassured as she carefully and comfortingly ran her fingers through his hair. “And Thor would have made sure you got the freedom you deserved.”

“And Odin would have made sure I did not. He hated me too greatly.”

“He loved you, you just frustrated him.”

“Agree to disagree?” he asked with lowered eyes and an unsettling and unwelcome feeling of guilt sitting in his stomach.

“That’s usually our way, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is.”

With her fingers still running through his hair, Loki let out a soft sigh and allowed his eyes to fall closed. His attention honed itself in on the feeling of her touching him and being so close that he could feel the heat her body was giving off. After only a moment, Loki picked up on a soft, musical hum that was falling from her lips and it served to trigger a memory–several memories actually–of an occasion similar to this one. When Loki would retire to his chambers after a particularly hard day, filled with comparison and accusation and belittlement, he hid his pain and upset with anger. He would curse the names of his father and sometimes his brother and his magic would surge with a dangerous charge putting anything in close range at risk of injury. Everything but her.

Sif would sit and listen and try to calm him down, try to get him to ignore the comments of others and see the greatness in himself and to appreciate it despite what anyone else thought. Most nights her efforts were fruitless and Loki would lay down in his bed angry and fuming. But only for a while. In time, Sif would join him and pull him against her. His cheek would end up against her chest and her fingers in his hair. She would kiss the top of his head from time to time throughout the night all the while humming a tune softly to him, sometimes even singing a familiar Asgardian song. Most of her selections were filled with tales of battle and war and while they weren’t always appropriate for the mood, Loki couldn’t help but feel comforted by the fact that Sif was doing all she could to ease him–even if she didn’t always have the best material for it.

Now, he pulled away from her and stared down into her eyes which conveyed a slight emotion of confusion. His mind lingered back to the conversation they had earlier with Thor and his mouth opened, ready to pose a question, before he quickly shut it again.

“What?” Sif asked and Loki sighed through his nose. “What?” she asked again and sat up enough to lean on her elbow.

“Nothing, I just….” He already started it, he might as well see it through to the end. “Earlier, when we were talking to Thor.” He stared at her, hoping she would pick up on what he was trying to get at so he could avoid having to ask it flat out.

“Yes?”

Dammit.

He sighed again and rolled onto his back.

“Loki, may I remind you that things are usually made easier when one just says what’s on one’s mind.”

“Romance!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Earlier Thor mentioned romance. Our ‘romantic timeline’ and I just–” He turned his head towards her and gestured with his hand. “Are we–Do we have a romantic timeline? Or is it just a timeline and nothing more.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not trying to give us a title, Sif, believe me, but when Thor mentioned the word I couldn’t help but think and–”

“Of course.”

“Well, did you think?”

“No.”

“Oh, Hel,” he groaned into his hands.

“Of course, we certainly have romantic aspects of our relationship. Sex being the biggest one. But we also care about each other and argue like fools over the smallest things like we’ve been married for years. We have things that lend to the idea of romance but,” she shrugged and shook her head, “no we aren’t a romantic couple. You don’t have romantic feelings for me and if you did you would never admit them so–”

“I love you,” Loki said as he moved his hands away from his face and looked at her with a slight bit of annoyance at the accusation.

Sif stared back at him, her mouth agape and her eyes wide and searching his face for the hint of the lie she believed he must be telling.

“Excuse me?”

“I do love you, Sif. Romantically.”

“But–”

“No, I never planned on telling you, you’re right,” he admitted and looked back towards the ceiling. “But then you said I would never admit it so I had to prove you wrong, of course. Because I am in love with you.” He smiled as he looked back at her and shrugged. “How could I not be?”

Sif could only stare back, stare back into his fully open and honest eyes and do whatever she could to not punch him in the nose because–

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that?!” she screamed and suddenly sat up fully. “Why would you keep that to yourself?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I like having secrets of my own,” he said nonchalantly.

“Loki!”

“Sif?”

“You’re insufferable!”

“You seemed to ‘suffer’ through us having sex just moment ago. Or should I say making love now since I’ve finally revealed myself.”

“Wh–”

“No, I shouldn’t. You haven’t told me you love me so maybe it was just sex for one of us–”

“Of course I love you!”

“Romantically?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes!”

“Well, Sif,” he gasped, “why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

“I really should have killed you,” she grumbled as she laid back down.

“And miss out on this fun conversation? What a waste! Especially when you know I can never truly die.”

“Seems like a challenge to me.”

“Take your best shot, Warrior, I’d love to see you try.”

Sif laughed loudly and fully and continued laughing as Loki moved himself over her and started kissing her again and again and again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist before using her strength to flip him onto his back.

He laughed against her smile and allowed her to pin his arms above his head as she continued to kiss him through her giddiness.

“I love you,” she murmured once against his lips and kissed him again.

“And I you,” he whispered back. “Then and now and forever.”

She rested her forehead against his and stayed there for just a few seconds before he decided to speak again and ruin the moment. “Also, you smell horrible. When’s the last time you bathed?”

“I was cast out onto a planet and then was under attack for several years.”

“And you couldn’t find a river to wade through at least once?”

“Oh, Loki,” she sighed as she pulled away and gently pushed his face to the side as she got off of him and the bed.

“I could point you in direction of the bathing chamber.”

“Will you join me?” she asked as her hand traveled absentmindedly to her hair to allow her fingers to run through it.

“In time. I think I have a brother waiting for me.”

“If you’d rather share a bath with Thor, that’s your business.”

“Vile.”

Sif smiled as she pulled her tunic over her head. “Be quick.”

“Of course, My Lady. Anything for you.”

“That took some time,” Thor said plainly as Loki joined his side. “Got lost?”

“It’s not necessary to do this.”

“Do what?” Thor asked innocently. “I’m just stating a fact and asking a question. People do it on a daily basis.”

“Brother….” Loki sighed in exasperation.

“What?” he asked, his tone somehow even more innocent than before. Loki rolled his eyes. Thor smiled and let out a small chuckle as he turned to stare out at the endless space before him. “Come on, I deserve this. You deprived me of it by keeping this a secret for so long.”

“Yes, and this is precisely why I kept it a secret.”

“Hm. Did she find everything okay, though?”

“Yes, she’s in the bath now.”

“And she’ll be getting rest afterwards?”

“Yes,” Loki answered, not understanding why he was blushing.

“Where will she be resting? I need to know just in case an emergency arises. Will she be in her own chamber or–”

“Mine,” he pushed out through gritted teeth.

“Ah,” Thor said with another small laugh. “Just making sure,” he said in almost a singsong tone. He sighed softly and shook his head as his laughter slowly died. “Loki and Sif,” he said more to himself than to his brother. Loki looked over at him, worry brewing inside him at the thought of his brother disapproving or thinking it all a joke. Thor nodded to himself and then smiled softly. “Good.” Loki raised his eyebrows as Thor turned to him. “It makes sense. Perfect sense. Congratulations to the both of you.”

Loki nodded his thanks and turned away from Thor, feeling a bit of confusion and pride and overwhelming sickness all at once.

“It will make this harder, you know,” Thor continued. “What we’re about to go into.”

“Yes.” Loki nodded. “I know.”

“You’re prepared for it?”

Loki inhaled deeply and took into account the fact that this war, whatever it was, was going to be brutal and unforgiving and loathsome. He understood that he could lose her and she could lose him. He understood that there would be times when his focus would be divided in his best interest and in hers and that that divide could be the thing that could get them killed. He understood and he was afraid. But he had her. And that had to make this just the slightest bit easier, wouldn’t it?

“No,” Loki answered while exhaling.

“Good. That means you’re more prepared than most.” Thor turned away from the window and took a seat in his throne before gesturing for Loki to come over to him. “Now, since you know the most about the ins and outs of Thanos and his army, I’m going to need you to tell me everything. In detail. Are you willing to do this for me?”

Loki let his mind travel again. He let it travel as far back as the time of his childhood and the way Thor used to tug him off to different and small adventures. To his adolescence when Thor introduced Loki to his friends and made sure he was with them on every excursion. To the way Thor used to accidentally–wait, was it an accident?–shove him into the wrong tent at night when they were all out on a hunt and Loki would be met with Sif’s cold glare and even colder “Get out.” To the time he was shoved a bit too hard inside the tent and fell forward onto Sif who responded by grabbing his face, kissing him wholly, and then whispering, “Get out…. Then come back.” His mind went to his mother and the way she used to cradle him, how she fought for him in any and everything. How she loved him in the most unconditional way and did everything to get him to see it. And he did. He just never admitted it. His mind traveled to his father and passed him by. He didn’t know how to handle that yet. But he allowed it to travel to the people he loved most and who, in turn, loved him the most. Two of them were already dead and gone but he had two left to defend and protect and ensure they saw they end of another war.

Loki met his brother’s gaze and set his jaw in place as he raised his chin and presented himself at his full height. Thanos had already taken so much from him. He wouldn’t allow him to take anything more.

“I’ll start from the beginning.”

#Sifki #Loki x Sif #Marvel #Thor #summer writes

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Super Shallurklance

@syeriane @shallurklancentric as promised, some cute Shallurklance, but with a cute cliffhanger ;3

"Is everyone in my apartment building a superhero?” More like Lance is the normal guy who usually ends up taking care of his neighbors after they go out to fight crime and befriends them all, but has a pining crush on three of his neighbors bc fuck he's too poly and bi to function- Anyways, Pidge has plant powers and hacking skills, Hunk is basically an earth bender, Keith is a fucking dragon, Shiro can fly and use super strength, Allura is Wonder Woman but has cats, and Coran is the landlord of the building. There are Major powers and Minor powers. Those with Major powers are usually in the Hero or Villain business. Those with Minor powers are generally sidekicks or civilians. Lance and Coran have Minor powers. Lance can pull water from the air or from anywhere within ten feet. It's not very strong but it helps to clean wounds. Coran has the ability to bend metals. Enjoy ;3

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"Is everyone in my apartment building a superhero?” Lance groaned, eying the pretty new girl moving in. "No, not everyone. You aren't. I think she's the Hero Altea though. The hair certainly matches." Lance's above floor neighbor, Pidge, yawned from her spot leaning against the railing next to him. "As in the city female favorite, Altea? Great. Let me guess, you guys are gonna show her the best place to patch up after a fight?" Lance asked defeatedly, narrowing cold blue eyes at the grinning superhero girl. "You know it, Lance! I'm not taking chances! Also, do you have any more tea? I'm out of green leaf and I know you have an extra stock somewhere." Pidge poked him in the side. Lance sighed. "Yeah yeah, I bought a new box yesterday. Come on, I'll make you a cup." Hours later, an explosion rocked the city and sure enough, as Lance calmly drank his hot cocoa in front of the TV, the news coverage showed the Voltron team plus Altea herself fighting against a massive metal monster. The Voltron team, aka Lance's neighbors in the Lion Apartments. Black, a powerful hero with indestructibility and the gift of flight, his powers mostly originating in his prosthetic arm. Olkari, a small hero with the ability to manipulate plants to her will, no matter the size. She could also hack anything, which was what she was currently doing to the monster's mainframe. Balmeran, the bulky hero with extreme strength. He was known for using the ground and environment to his advantage. Red, the original partner of Black's and gifted with extreme, nearly uncontrollable power. His flames could melt anything, as well as change him into a dragon if he felt like it. And Altea, a woman with super strength, speed, and energy manipulation. Usually sending it out in the form of lightning or beams, usually white or pink, sometimes blue. The creature went down after a short while, and the camera followed the heroes launching away in different directions. But Lance knew where they would all end up eventually.

He came back from a quick trip to the supermarket and groaned when he found the lock picked and half open from a cute little vine, seemingly innocent. "Pidge! What have I told you about breaking into my house through the front door?! The balcony sliding door is always unlocked you know!" The irritated Cuban called as he entered his home, noting the dirty tracks on the carpet. "And Hunk! I trusted you to keep Keith in line during that fight, and now half the city is rubble! Keith, did you even shower properly before you came here?! Hi Shiro, Miss Altea. Pidge! Get out of the tea cabinet! I just gave you a box yesterday!" Lance set his bags on the coffee table in front of both Shiro and the startled Altea before marching over to yank Pidge away from his tea storage, a small whip of water putting out a small fire left on Keith's head. Lance ushered everyone to a seat on the various couches in the main room. "Okay, who's first? I got extra gauze this time, and special disinfectant for rust bacteria." Lance pulled water from a nearby cup and wrapped it around a particularly nasty burn on Shiro's arm, the hero Altea looking on in fascination as the water slowly started massaging impurities from the blood and skin. "So, miss Altea, I'm Lance. I usually patch these guys up after a fight, so I'm guessing they decided to bring you around too?" Said male asked the white haired heroine, raising an eyebrow and using another small water whip to clean up the blood on her cheek. "Ah, well, Olkari insisted, since you are very trustworthy and she mentioned you keep a wide variety of tea?" Altea admitted, Pidge piping up from her seat trying to wrangle Keith into using an ice pack. "Call me Pidge! We all live in the same building anyways, and Lance here knows us all on first name basis so we might as well use it ourselves!" The tiny plant hero chirped triumphantly as she managed to headlock Keith and press the ice against the nasty bruise on his back.

"I'm Keith, Shiro's boyfriend and partner in heroism." The man wheezed from where his friend was currently crushing his back as she 'tended' to him. Shiro waved with his prosthetic arm. "I'm Shiro, nice to be working with you, Miss Altea." Hunk came back from the kitchen, stirring what looked to be a bowl full of chocolate chip cookie dough. "Sorry Lance, I borrowed some stuff for cookies. Also, hi, I'm Hunk and I'm usually the one to feed these people because somehow none of them know how to cook." The bulky man leveled a glare at his three teammates, each glancing away with a sheepish smile or a nervous chuckle. "I kind of know how to cook!" Keith replied defensively, pouting. "Keith, charred lumps of god knows what does not equal cooking." Lance deadpanned, finishing his task of bandaging Altea's arm. The heroine snorted out a half giggle half wheeze, and Lance had to mentally stomp on the growing attraction in his heart. He already had two impossible crushes, he didn't need a third... "Well, my name is Allura. It is nice to meet all of you!" She introduced herself, and the others all grinned back. "Well now that all the introductions are out of the way, who wants tea? I also have hot chocolate and coffee." Lance asked, standing up and moving towards the kitchen. He was sweating from the effort of holding up five separate threads of water. The ones that were currently cooling and healing the burn wounds on the 5 heroes. Shiro wanted black coffee, Pidge wanted green tea with extra sugar, Hunk wanted a specific amount of sugar and cream in his coffee, Keith demanded chamomile tea, and Allura politely requested juniberry petal tea. He didn't notice Keith intently watching him serve their drinks, didn't see Allura narrow her eyes when Lance swayed slightly, didn't realize he was collapsing until Shiro practically vaulted over the couch to catch him on his way back to the kitchen.

He did, however, notice the worried voices whispering near him as he slowly woke up to someone stroking his hair. It felt nice, nothing like the stress his job had been putting him through lately or the strain of using his Power too much recently. He sighed and rolled over to fall back asleep, the stroking in his hair never faltering. Meanwhile, Allura frowned as she watched Red, Keith, pet Lance's hair as he kept vigil over the man on the couch. "It's strange, normally he doesn't collapse like that. I always tell him to rest after he uses his Power and take a break now and then, but today must have been a bad day to ask for help." Shiro murmured, gazing at Lance in concerned fondness. "For someone who exercises his Power so much, I wouldn't think something so small as purifying wounds on five people would cause him to collapse. Perhaps he has been working too hard lately?" Allura asked, placing a comforting hand on Shiro's shoulder. "He isn't home as much, actually. I've seen him come home real late at night and leave at really early hours." Keith piped up, quiet so as not to wake Lance up. Shiro sighed. "He has a communication problem, which is surprising for someone who's so talkative."

Allura giggled lightly. "I find it quite endearing. You were right to bring me here and convince me to move into this building. I believe Lance will prove to become a large part of our lives. I just hope he accepts us when the time comes." She moved over to crouch next to Keith, her fingers joining the Fire Hero's tangling through Lance's soft, silky hair. Keith hummed lightly and tipped his head onto Allura's shoulder. Shiro folded his arms over his chest and smiled as his girlfriend and boyfriend watched hopefully over the object of their affections. After all, it was a secret that Black, Red and Altea were not friends, but instead a trio of polyamorous lovers. Not even Pidge or Hunk knew that Shiro and Keith knew Allura a lot more intimately than they'd acted like today. One day, Shiro hoped, Lance would make it a group of four. He wished for that day to come soon.

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What do you think? Sequel, maybe? :3

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#voltron #Shallurklance #my writing #good god this is long

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When people talk about magic-wielding species, they often just think of three. Number one is always the humans, as they are the ones who have the most range and diversity in the field of magic. Second are the fairies, who wield bizarre spells and powers which brews mystery and intrigue. Thirdly are the demons, who wield fire and stone as if it were extensions of themselves. Depending on the person, they may also bring up the Aelf and the Sphinxes, who have magical prowess beyond our understanding. All of these are usually thrown around in the conversation, but most of the time, people forget another race of magic users: dryads. This is not because people think that dryads are incapable of magic, oh no no. The reason people overlook dryad magic is because they don't think what we do is considered magic. What most people know of dryads is their skill in manipulating plant life and using it as a tool. While this is greatly oversimplifying things, it is what people are most familiar with. They know we build our villages and towns by weaving the forest and plant life, so they think that is the extent of our abilities. Since we are plants and we manipulate plants, people assume that we alter plants by "talking" to them. It may sound weird, but yeah, people think that is what we do. I have even had someone claim that we control plants by singing! They assume we have some kinship to all plants, so we just command them to do our bidding. I can't even begin to describe how ridiculous that is. Just because we share the same sap and bark as other plants does not mean we are one in the same! If we ran with that logic, humans should be able to command bears to turn themselves into canopied beds! Why not? They both have flesh and hair, so they must be connected somehow! All of that aside, dryads can indeed use magic. Our forms of magic are more similar to the demons, as we are bound to certain elements. Dryads do not possess the Splenius magus that humans have, which allows humanity to use any element freely. Like how the demons are born of flame and stone, we dryads are born of earth and root. Our bodies and natural energy is tied to the likes of nature, soil and sun. These are very broad terms, but it is the classes that dryad magic users are locked into. You will never see a dryad using ice magic, or releasing lightening bolts on the battlefield. Those are elements we cannot wield or replicate. We are forever stuck in these certain classes of magic, but I don't think that bothers us dryads that much. What we can use, we excel at. Centuries of study and practice has allowed us to take advantage of every aspects of the elements we are tied to. Yes, we may be able to only use a handful of the magic types that exist, but we are darn good at them! 

Dryad magic has some similarities to the magic used by other species, but we often wield it in a different manner. The magic of fairies is used to alter, elude and confuse, while demons use their magic for pure offense. Humans, with their amazing magical flexibility, use their magics for a bit of everything. Dryads, however, use their magic to grow, aid and enhance. To better state it, dryad magic is more passive than what other species use it for, and is often used to benefit and aid others. While demon mages may use their fire to burn down defenses and fry foes, dryads would use their spells to fix broken structures and armor warriors in the battlefield. These more passive uses of magic are best seen in the art of lichenmorphy. Lichenmorphy is a class of magic that is confusing to anyone who isn't a dryad. The name of it is puzzling to others, as it bears similarities to another term. There are some humans out there that think dryads can turn into werewolves! What they are thinking of, however, is lycanthrophy, while this type of magic is called lichenmorphy. We don't control werewolves or aconstrum, that is not what this class does. Lichenmorphists are skilled in the art of creating and manipulating lichens! Lichens are strange things, as they have some fungal ties, but are not fully fungi or plants. These odd growing things are quite hardy and can be found growing in the most inhospitable conditions. While they do a good job growing on rocks and bark, dryads have found that manipulating them can create even more uses! When working, a lichenmorphist can be identified by her numerous bottles, flasks and bags that hang off her body. Each of these contain special powders, juices and spores that are used to fuel their spells. With a special staff and the right words, a lichenmorphist can cause specialized lichens to grow on just about anything! That is including dryads! That is another way to spot a lichenmorphist, as they usually have some of the stuff growing on their bodies. Now this may sound silly or useless to others, especially since other species can raise firestorms or bring hail from the heavens, but that is because this magic is a bit more passive than theirs. Lichenmorphists use their magic to create lichens that can do a variety of things. One of the common ones is lichen that is hardened to the strength of metal, creating organic armor in an instant! With a dash of powder and a sweep of a staff, designated surfaces will explode with a hardy layer of lichens that can repel arrows and withstand blows. This lichen also holds a firm grip onto whatever it grows on, which is good for quick repairs. A broken shield can be grown over with these lichens and the warrior will have a solid, suitable defense within seconds. Damaged structures and siege weapons can be patched up with lichen growths, a temporary fix until things calm down enough for suitable repairs. A sturdy branch can be grown over to create a hefty club, and armor can be enhanced with an extra layer of protection. When in battle, lichenmorphists will coat warriors in this thick lichen, giving them extra protection and resistance to the elements. Particularly skilled lichenmorphists can weave detailed armor, or create extra sprouts from the lichen growth. Armor lichen can make thick sturdy stalks that stick out from the plated mass. Lichenmorphists like to use these stalks when armoring fellow dryads, as they serve well as extra claws, spikes and horns that can create quite the terrifying visage! With the right stuff, a lichenmorphist can make a dryad warrior look like some alien monster! Other lichens can be used to create walls and seals to patch up structures or block out attackers. Certain lichens are good for speeding up healing for wounded dryads, growing on top of the injuries and feeding essential nutrients right into the spots that need it the most. Other lichens can completely cocoon a dryad or plant and put them in temporary hibernation. This is helpful for severely injured dryads, or those suffering from debilitating diseases. Sealing them in a protective cocoon protects them from outside infections or injuries, and feeds them nutrients so that they can heal. In towns and villages, lichenmorphists use their lichens to help build, stabilize and carve. A well trained lichenmorphist could create a sturdy, decorative bowl, or coat an entire tree dwelling in fire resistant growths. These magic users are extremely useful in villages and in battle, giving aid to every dryad they can. In rare instances, lichenmorphists can use their magic to take out foes that threaten them. These magic users usually hang in the back and let the fighters do the battling, but they must be able to defend themselves if enemy forces close in. In these cases, the lichens are used for offensive purposes. With a well aimed spray of dust and spores, a lichenmorphist can throw off opponents by causing growths to form on their bodies. A face full of lichens can blind attackers, and a solid coating of armor lichens can glue an attacker's legs together. Breathing in the spores can can choke enemies to death, as the growths seal up their throats. Other growths can eat away at metal, or run roots into flesh so that they can strike nerves and muscle. With large amounts of spores and powder, a lichemorphist can cause lichens to grow with explosive force. A large pillar of lichens can erupt from any surface to knock away foes, or the ground may heave upward with a surge of growth right beneath a charging platoon's feet. If all else fails, a lichenmorphist can turn their staff into an armored club and beat their attackers to death. Funny enough, many soldiers don't seem to see this coming. While lichenmorphy is extremely useful, it unfortunately has some negativity tied to it. This is due to the reign of the Yellow Queen. Before she was corrupted, the Yellow Queen was a lichenmorphist. When she rose in power, she used this magic to enslave other dryads and vampirize the world around her. She armored herself with these growths, and her terrifying image still haunts our culture today. During her reign and after her fall, lichenmorphy faced much criticism and scrutiny. Villagers and survivors worried that others would follow in her footsteps, so lichenmorphists faced many rules and regulations. Some were run out of their towns, while others were banned from ever using the art. Over time, though, these laws have faded away and the class has risen back to its original power. Even with this, though, many lichenmorphists do not use yellow lichens in their spells, making sure to use any other color they can. I am pretty sure lichenmorphists make it a personal rule to never wear yellow in their life. That color is forever tarnished within that class...   Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian

#lichen #dryad #plant #magic #mage #lichenmorphy #art #drawing

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Silver and Gold

Chapter 15--All That Glitters

(AO3 ver.)

(Prologue Tumblr ver.; AO3 ver.)

Cole's POV

The screams of the team echoed in my head, and my eyes flew open before I shot up with a gasp, coughing up water afterwards.

“Easy,” Garmadon urged gently.

“What . . .” I skimmed over my surroundings. There was nothing but ocean and sky, and the dragon was floating in the water. “What happened?”

“Zane said the Leviathan found us before he disappeared,” Nya explained.

“Where’s everyone else?”

“We haven’t seen any signs of the others,” Misako answered.

“And Janet and Des?”

“Long gone, I presume,” Garmadon replied.

“The others must have been relocated,” Zane answered.

I slipped my hood off. “Then we better start looking for them.”

Sensei's POV

​The darkness was the only thing I saw for a very long time, and the muffled sounds of the past events replayed in my mind. My eyes twitched open, and the high noon sun almost blinded me. Closing my eyes again, I slowly sat up as I opened my eyes once more to let them adjust to the sun. I heard crashing waves in front of me, so I could only assume we had washed up on the Dark Island.

Getting up with the help of my staff, I spotted Lloyd not far from me in his usual ninja attire. I briskly walked to him and felt his pulse. “Lloyd, wake up.”

He groaned and squeezed his already shut eyes tighter before sitting up. “Where are we?”

I looked to the forest behind me. “Not on the Dark Island.”

He got up and rubbed the back of his head. “Where’s the rest of the team?”

“They may either be on another side of this island, or on a different island entirely.” “Let's hope they're on the other side. But hey! At least we can spend some quality uncle-nephew time, right?”

I patted his back with a smile. “Yes, that much is true.” With an arm behind me, I began to walk toward the dense-looking forest. “Come. We must find the others quickly.”

Jay's POV Waves brushing up against the shore was the first thing I heard. Oh good! Land! Now we can figure out what Blake intends to do here. (You know without getting ourselves killed.)

I quickly had to shield my eyes from the sun, and when I sat up, I found myself on a nice beach. Yeah, I’m pretty sure the Dark Island has worse beaches than this one.

As I looked around, I couldn’t find anyone else nearby. Oh this is just great.

“Hello?! Anybody?!”

Nothing.

“Ugh, great. Now I’m stuck here by myself and—”

“Jay?” Wait. I’d know that voice from anywhere! “Kai?! Over here!” I jogged down the beach and managed to pick out Kai's suit from where I was. “You find the others?!”

“No. Looks like we’re the only ones here!” The two of us caught up to each other. “Think they might be on another island?”

“Oh who knows? The point is we’re stuck here with no way off this island.”

“Hey, I’m not too happy about being stranded here, either, but we might as well start figuring out where the others are.” He turned his back to me and headed for the forest. “Maybe they might be here, too.”

After looking around for a bit, I followed him on our trek into the forest. The air had this kind of foreboding feel to it. Something’s off around here, and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to like it.

“Call me crazy, but aren’t trees supposed to be . . . I dunno, not shiny?”

“We’ve only been on this piece of rock for a few minutes and you’re already going crazy.”

“Okay. Then explain how that trunk over there looks like bronze.”

Kai stomped to a stop and whirled around. “Jay, trees are not made of—”

His eyes flickered to the tree, and with a raised eyebrow he walked to it. He squinted hard at it, clearly not believing what he was seeing. To make absolutely sure, he knocked on the tree.

“You’re right . . .”

Our eyes travelled up the tree, and we practically marveled at the jade and emerald leaves. The sunlight caught in the emerald leaves casted millions of green dots all over the ground. I could even see amber flowers up there!

A red flash caught my eye, and I was immediately drawn to a garnet rose. "Woah-ho-ho, check this out, Kai! I can’t believe this!” His attention was still glued to the canopy of leaves above us. “The whole island must be like this . . .”

More glittering drew my attention to the path ahead of us. In every direction you looked there were plants of all kinds in every precious gem, stone, and metal you could think of: a bush of aquamarine and pearl roses, a tree littered with gold orchids, everything! Even the sand had gold particles in it! Gold—particles! “Aw this place is unbelievable! Think of all the stuff I could invent with these things!”

Across from me I spotted a ruby rose paired with a sapphire one. I practically darted toward them and plucked them out of the ground, and I marveled at the way they captured the light when I turned them. I bet Nya would love these!

I heard Kai finally start moving in a dazed way, and I turned around to see him locked onto a group of topaz tiger lilies. He squatted down to examine them a little more, and his hand slowly reached out to pick one . . . His fingers curled, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he turned his head. Abruptly he stood up and walked off. “All right let’s get back on track. The sooner we find the others the sooner we can get off this island.”

Sensei's POV

​We have washed up on a forbidden island whose name I have long forgotten. Nothing was as it seemed here, and I only hope that the others are careful should they be here.

“Hey these are pretty cool,” Lloyd commented. He placed his hands on his knees to analyze silver and gold pansies and tulips. “Really . . . cool . . .” As if caught in a trance, he reached out to them. “Don't, Lloyd!"

My nephew jerked his hand away and stood up immediately.

“This is a forbidden island. We cannot disturb anything here. If we do there will be dire consequences.”

“What kind of dire consequences, exactly?”

“If you want to find out, then pick one.”

Lloyd hardly needed a second to answer. “I uh, I don’t think I wanna take any chances.”

“Then let us keep searching.”

Nya’s POV

“They have to be around here somewhere,” I said. The sun had begun to set, and we haven’t found any sign of the others or heard from the falcon. “Who knows where they went?”

“Look!” Misako exclaimed. The rest of us spotted the falcon flying back to us.

“Eh hello? Can anyone hear me?”

“We hear you, Father,” Zane replied, and the mechanical bird landed on the earth head. “Have you found the others?” “Well, uh, not exactly, but I did find an island they could be on. It may be a bit of a long journey, but I think there’s a good chance they just might be there.” “Lead us there,” Garmadon said. “Who knows how much distance those three have made?”

Blake's POV

Janet glanced over her shoulder at her sister, who was still recovering from the stunt she had pulled earlier.

“Are we there yet?” Des breathed. The three of us dropped dangerously, and I could see Janet straining to keep us steady. Up ahead was a patch of land speedily approaching us.

“Just a little more . . .” I said, resting a hand on her forearm.

I felt us slowing down and speeding up repeatedly like a train climbing a steep set of tracks.

“A little more . . .”

Just when I thought we were going to splash down, we dropped onto solid ground. Spitting out sand, I pushed myself up, the Gold Ninja breathing heavily beside me. Off to my right was a shipwreck that seemed long since abandoned. Huh . . .

“Stay here. You’ve both done enough for today.”

None of them protested as I got to my feet to inspect the tainted ship. As expected, there was no sign of animal life—only the waves against the dark beach filling the silence.

Approaching the ship, I ran my hand against the prow. The eyes of the dragon head were empty, desolate—just like the rest of the vessel. The sail was battered and torn, and several spots of the deck were in splinters. The glass windows of the bridge were entirely gone, but the wheel was still intact. Dead screens inside were cracked along with an almost untouched control panel. Sand even littered various sections of the ship. Whoever owned this ship must’ve crashed here, and there’s no doubt her crew is long since dead.

“Must’ve been a cool ship.”

I turned my head slightly at the sound of footsteps. Moments later Des appeared at my side. “Des, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“I can do that later. Now what are we supposed to do?”

Calmly, I faced her and placed my hands on her shoulders. “I want you to rest. Okay? Especially since you used all of that power. There’s nothing I want more than destroying those Ninjas with you, but there’s no point in doing that if you don’t have all of your strength.”

She tilted her head at me, a trace of a smile on her lips. “All right. I will—if you tell me what we’re supposed to do.”

“Persistent, aren’t you?”

Des smirked in accomplishment.

Sighing, I started to walk back to the shoreline. Passing Janet, my fingers brushed against Des’s, and surprisingly she hooked her fingers onto mine. My head twitched down to our hands in slight surprise, and she was quick to let go. Shoving what that tiny moment brought aside, we came to the shallowest part of the shoreline, and she mirrored me as I squatted down.

“You see how this part of the shore is darker than the rest of it? This is where you really get your power from—the Dark Waters. Once you get control of it, you'll be able to manipulate and corrupt any water that's around, even in people, making you more powerful.”

“Huh. Sounds good to me.”

Both of us stood up, and she got into her position. Concentrating on the inky water, it remained as still as ever for the longest time until slowly, it began to rise up like molasses. As soon as she had it, the water plopped back down. Easily getting frustrated, she tried again. The water rose a bit more than last time, but she couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds. She growled in frustration. “It just takes practice. You'll get it.”

She kept her eyes on the water, crossing her arms. “I bet I can get it before they get here.”

“Get some rest first.”

“Uh hello? What about me?” Janet asked, now sitting up.

I couldn’t help smiling. “You, have the most important job. But you’ll be preparing for that in the morning. For now, rest.”

That light was going out whether it likes it or not, and nothing is going to stop me.

Zane's POV

We had landed on the island the falcon had found by nightfall, and the dragon was more than exhausted.

“That jungle looks like it goes in pretty deep,” Nya stated. “They could be anywhere on this island.”

“This is the Island of Forbidden Riches,” Garmadon said. “Nothing is to be disturbed here, no matter how tempting it is.” Cole, Nya, and I exchanged looks.

“Let's hope Jay didn't touch anything.”

Illuminating myself to provide light, we entered the forest with the dragon following close behind. “Sensei? Lloyd? Anyone?” Cole called.

Garmadon was right—these plants were made of actual riches, and they appeared exceedingly tempting. The vegetation that caught my light provided for an extremely coaxing appearance.

“So, any idea where to start?”

“We could start by making camp,” Misako suggested. “We're going to need all our strength if we're to survive here. There are untold beasts here that guard each of the four sides of the island.”

“Well that certainly adds some charm to this place,” Nya replied with little enthusiasm.

Eventually we had come across a pair of tall peridot plants large enough to shield all of us. “You did good today, boy,” Cole said. “Now go get some rest. You earned it.”

Without question the dragon settled down as I took my place outside of our shelter, dimming my light.

“I hope we can find the others before Blake, Janet, and Des get to the Dark Island. Judging by the looks of this place, this island is pretty huge. It'll take us days to find them!”

“Days that we don’t have,” Garmadon added. “We’ll need to be up extra early in order to find the rest of the team.”

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