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Mischief, Magic, and Mayhem (Part One)

Pairing: Loki x OC/Reader

A/N: Here is the official first part! It sort of spiraled out of control and got suuuper long, but I hope you enjoy!

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@after-avenging-hours @casameanlock @dedicatedbff @nicolejones412 @dashingdetectivetimelady @dr-superlocked @juliagolia87 @here-to-wreak-havok

Word Count: 2,840

Prologue


Once back at the base, despite her protests that she was fine, Elena was escorted to solitary… Well, it wasn’t really confinement. She wasn’t a prisoner or anything, she was just expected to stay where she was until she had a chance to recover. Of course, she lied about how soon she felt better and found Coulson on the phone with Natasha, a good friend of hers and the famous ‘Black Widow’.

“We think so. I’ll brief you on everything when you get back. But first, we need you to talk to the big guy.”

A pause.

“Oh, I’ve got Stark. You get the big guy.”

Elena snickered as she heard Nat cursing in Russian from the other end. After Coulson hung up, he gave her a stern look.

“I thought I told you to recover?”

Elena shrugged casually.

“I feel fine.”

“But you’re not fine. Being that close to a catastrophe was a huge strain on your abilities.”

“I’m fine. I want to get back to work.”

Coulson decided to drop the issue, for now.

“In that case, you can come with me to talk to Stark.”

She groaned in protest.

“Come on, I am capable of doing things without you holding my hand every step of the way, you know…”

“Elena–”

Holding up her hand to cut him off, she sighed.

“Look, I’m sorry Phil… I just…”

He stepped forward and hugged her briefly.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you, Elena. Quite the opposite, in fact. When I found you two years ago, your powers had nearly killed you. I don’t want you to be put in a situation like that again.”

She nodded.

“I understand. I just wish I could remember something… anything from my past…” She trailed off, then shook her head, pulling herself back into reality. “Let’s go get Stark.”

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                                   ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃᶰ

a blur of cheap hotels , fast food dinners , long days and nights of driving , road 50.
                                             
eyes focused on the road ahead, her hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel, looking over her shoulder to observe his sleepy form on the backseat. snores. but she didn’t mind. she smiled in the rear-view mirror. nothing but darkness, his breath, stars above them and the motor’s music. an old mercury Cougar. his mercury Cougar. “tired of the east coast” he said one day. “i want the Pacific” she wished one night.
they had met somewhere in Indiana, shared a cigarette, but never their names.

For every story where you kiss her; there is a story where you don’t. There is a story where you tell her everything, there is a story where you tell her nothing, there is a story where you stand in front of her with blood on your hands and all you can tell her is that you’re sorry.

The best stories are the oldest ones, the ones stitched into the fabric of the universe, told again and again across worlds and throughout galaxies, with every ‘once upon a time’ piercing it anew. You fall in and out of love with her across the long stretches of time and space, your paths interweaving and intertwining, crafted by the alignment of the stars, by the cold hands of fate, by distant, faceless authors with the power to transform you from ruin into rapture and back again.

Not every ‘once upon a time’ is paired with a ‘happily ever after’. The beginnings change, the endings alter, and only the gods know what may happen in between. You are no god, but you do know this:
there is not a single story in which you do not love her.

In this one, she falls from the sky; in that one, she looks up at the stars. In this one, she is standing beside you; in that one, she is a thousand miles away. In this one, you tell her you love her. In that one, you don’t.

In this story, you leave her. In the next one, you stay.
—  may we meet again | e.j
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“Whether we turn to the dark or to the kiss of another;

Let us know this for leavetaking,

That I may not be heavy upon you,

That you may blind me no more.” 

~ Leave-Taking by Louise Bogan

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From @hiruma-musouka‘s beautiful wing au because Madara and Kagami were far too cute. Also you may not be able to tell, but I really like painting feathers. 

Although the feet got away from me a bit. They started as normal people feet? But then I added talons because birds and it sort of spiraled out of control? Oh well. I also moved Madara’s beads to his arm, just because they looked weird with the standard Uchiha collar. 

he wasn’t in love with you at first.
no one has ever seen him fall.
in fact, the earth was still un-indented,
when you left.
and there was no noise.
nothing.
no breaking of bones.
just the breaking of a heart.

he had not let anyone see,
but i think he fell when you turned your back.
it wasn’t the most pleasant of ways,
but he still did.
and there’s no one there to catch him.

when i think about it today,
there’s nothing more painful than that.
than watching him fall in love,
with the ghost of a whirlpool.

you were a vortex,
bringing him down.
and no amount of pulling can get him out.
he was willing to let himself drown,
if it meant the quenching of your own thirst.

but he wasn’t angry.
i was.
god i was so angry.
i would have burned a whole village to bring you back.
i would have damned it all to hell,
i would have screamed at god,
just to tell it that you shouldn’t be alone.

that you have him.
you have me.

but there are no birds to tie this message to.
just crows hungry for flesh.

so wherever you are,
come back.
please.
clarke.
for me. for my brother.
—  for my brother | j r e f

anonymous asked:

"Taming the Beast" - Stetopher.

Hmm. Well, contrary to what probably pops into most minds, I see the beast being Chris, not Peter. Post-Victoria, post-Allison, sort of spiraling down a path of self-sacrifice and practically daring the monsters he’s battling to kill him. Angry and frustrated, just lashing out as a way to channel his grief. And Peter and Stiles realizing there’s a problem, recognizing the dangerous edge that Chris is walking, and working together to pull him back before he falls over.

may your days be merry and bright

I started doing the Christmas meme thing for jily and then it sort of… spiralled into 2.5k words fic. I don’t know what I expected.

On the first day of ficmas Nai wrote some pretty long fluff. Title taken from White Christmas. Read on ffnet here.

·         who starts putting up decorations in october?

L I L Y

James has been living with Lily for the better part of three months now, so he’d like to think that he’s gotten accustom to most of her quirks, like refusing to drink tea out of anything other than a chipped, horrendously yellow mug, or always having to wear purple socks on Fridays.

And then he walks into a face full of tinsel after coming home from class, realising that he’s oh so terribly wrong.

“What the fuck, Evans?” he sputters, trying to get the glitter out of his mouth.

“Oh, you’re back,” says Lily happily, springing out of nowhere and wearing what looks like a pair of reindeer antlers on her head.”Good. I need you to help me put up the tinsel. It keeps falling back down.”

“I realise,” he mutters, shooting the offending decoration a weak glare. “Why exactly are you putting up tinsel?”

“Because it’s Christmas!” she darts out from behind the couch and, bloody hell, she jingles when she moves. “Embrace the Christmas spirit!”

He passes a tired hand across his face. “Lily, love, it’s October. Christmas isn’t for another two months.”

She stands before him with her hands on her hips and regards him with pursed lips. “And?” The single syllable word is accompanied by a raise of an eyebrow and James just knows that he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on anymore, not when she’s giving him the look that says there’s only one right answer to that question, and it’s hers.

He sighs and picks up a length of gold tinsel from where it’s fallen to the floor.

“Where do you want this?” he sighs.

Her responding grin is brighter the fairy lights she’s draped around the ficus.

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Imagine Your OTP: Disney Employees edition

Because I was just on a Disney cruise and it sort of spiraled from there.


- “We both work on a Disney cruise ship and share a room and our 3-month break is coming up and hey since we get along so well anyway wanna rent an apartment together during the break?

- “We both work on a Disney cruise ship and it’s really exhausting how am I going to find time to flirt with you properly?”

- “I work on a Disney cruise ship and I’m in charge of adult activities and you’re here to recover from a bad breakup and I keep finding you drunk after my shift and having to drag you back to your room and one night I end up falling asleep next to you well this is awkward”

- “I work on a Disney cruise ship and I’m in charge of the kid’s area and you’re a cute single parent who keeps hanging around because you’re worried about your kid getting along with the others and also because you keep getting distracted by the movies we’re showing please leave”


- “I work at Disney and you’re a grumpy adult who seems reluctant to get into the spirit of things so I’m going to try my hardest to get you to have some fun dang it even if I have to make an idiot out of myself”

- “I’m an over-enthusiastic tour guide and you’re the only person on the tour who’s actually paying attention and asking questions and hey I have a break after this do you maybe want to hang around for a bit and ask me more things like for my number?

- “I’m a local college student working part time over the summer and you’re a foreign student in the exchange program leering to speak our language and I said I was going to tutor you but mostly I just drag you around the parks having fun”

- “You accidentally wandered into the employee area while playing Pokémon GO and I was going to go easy on you but now you’re trying to take our gym and I won’t stand for that”


- “We both play princes/princesses in the parade but we keep looking at each other more than the princess/prince we’re with”

- “I play a hero character and you play my villain in a show but we keep veering off script to flirt during rehearsals”

- “You’re an actor in a show and I’m just a lowly cast member who ushers people in and out of the attraction and I’ve seen you preform the same show dozens of times but it never gets old and I wish I had the courage to talk to you”

- “You’re an actor who’s been cast as a villain for the first time and I’m the director trying to help you get into character and oh no you’re really sexy when you’re acting evil help”


- “I’m a really cynical person who hates “kids stuff” and I was chatting you up in a bar and making fun of Disney because I think it’s lame and unrealistic but it turns out you work at Disney and are really annoyed at me now and are insisting I make it up to you by letting you drag me around Disney for a day to try and change my mind”

- “You’re a cynical grumpy person and I’m an adorable ray of sunshine who loves Disney and I’ve dragged you here on a date and I thought you were reluctant to come here because you didn’t like kids stuff but it turns out you work here at the Haunted Mansion and just didn’t want your co-workers to make fun of you while we were on our date”


- “I work at a Disney store and you’re a grumpy single parent who gets dragged in by their kid all the time but you’re actually a really nice person and one day the kid shows up without you and it turns out they think you have a crush on me and are trying to hook us up oh no”

- “I work at a Disney store and I always see you come in to buy as many limited edition dolls as you can so I suspect you’re a scalper and confront you about it but it turns out you’re buying them for sick kids and I feel really bad now”

- “I work at a Disney store and I always see you come in to buy as many limited edition dolls as you can so I suspect you’re a scalper and confront you about it…and it turns out you really are a scalper but are trying to make money for a good reason but I’m still going to sit you down and have a long talk with you about your life choices before suggesting you apply for a job here”


- “I’m the keeper of the site of an ancient legend and you’re with a team of artists from Disney doing research for a movie and I’m desperately trying to keep you from wandering off so you don’t find out the legends are real and I’m one of them”

- “You’re a writer for Disney and I’m an expert helping you with research for your script but we keep fighting because I want you to make it as accurate as possible and you want to water it down so it’s appropriate for kids”

you and i against the rest of the world

or; five times percy visits annabeth at school and one time she visits him [ffnet | ao3]

written for the @pjohoominibang - i collabed with @connorstolll who made a wonderful playlist for this fic, you and i against time

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Annabeth liked her school. Maybe that made her sound strange, but she really didn’t care. It was big, with beautiful buildings, high ceilings and a lot of light so that she could sketch whatever she liked whenever she wanted to. The people (for the most part) were nice too, probably because it was an all girls’ boarding school and the most exciting thing that ever happened were the Friday cake sales. It was prestigious, too, and put her in a great place for starting college that fall.

Still, that didn’t make up for the fact that there was no Percy Jackson at her school.

Most of the girls knew about him, because Annabeth had mentioned him to a friend and the whole thing had sort of spiralled from there – rumours about him sneaking into her dorm at night, taking her on wild midnight dates and such.

And none of that had been true.

Annabeth had laughed at the ridiculous stories her classmates had come up with, how they barely scratched the surface of what exactly Percy and her had been up to (somehow, fighting monsters never quite made it onto their lists). None of it had been even half plausible – for one thing, Percy was on the other side of the country back in New York – until one night, when she woke up to the sound of something knocking on her window.

Someone.

She froze instantaneously at the noise, in spite of the fact that her eyes were still droopy from fatigue, and grabbed a knife from beneath her mattress. She’d been even more on edge than ever since going back to school, away from the security of camp and Percy and her friends. Tartarus had affected her more than she let it show.

Annabeth swung her feet onto the floor and crept towards the window, gripping her weapon tightly. She swept aside her curtain, expecting to find a monster –

“Percy?”

Illuminated in the soft yellow light of the lamppost outside was her boyfriend. He was crouched on the windowpane, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and his orange camp t-shirt. She wondered what the hell he was doing, and opened the window.

“Hey.” Percy said, all too loudly for her liking, as he climbed through the window.

Annabeth shushed him, “Seaweed Brain! D’you want everyone to wake up?” she hissed.

He only looked somewhat apologetic, “I just – sorry.”

His head dropped to stare at his feet. Annabeth could hardly believe her sleep-deprived eyes.

“Are you okay?” she said softly, “What’s going on?”

“I…I freaked out.”

And then it clicked. Annabeth knew his mom and Paul had gone away for the weekend; Percy had told her so only yesterday via Iris Message. Which meant that Percy – who, like her, suffered from severe panic attacks – was here because he was scared.

Annabeth took his clammy hand and led him over to her bed. Her room was dark, and she switched on her bedside lamp as they sat down so that she could study him more closely.

In the months that had passed since they’d escaped from Tartarus – since the war had ended – she’d seen a change in him. He didn’t laugh as much anymore. When he made jokes (and they were pretty rare) they were undermined by a cynical tone, usually something bitter, like he’d been chewing on a lemon. Physically, he looked different too – not necessarily in a bad way. She’d be lying if she said the way his hair was perpetually messier and how his green eyes darkened when he was angry didn’t turn her on just a little. But his shoulders were hunched over more frequently now, like he was trying to shield himself from something, and she knew he woke up most nights in a sweat.

She lay down and he mirrored her, squishing next to each other on her single bed.

“I was down there again,” he began, shifting to look at her, “Only you – you weren’t.” His voice broke on the last word.

“You’ll never go there alone,” she whispered, “Remember what I said?”

“You said together,” he said the words low, like a chant, like a prayer. “You said always.”

She wrapped a leg around one of his and cupped his face softly, ignoring the host of questions that she wanted to ask him – how he’d gotten to her so quickly, if he’d woken up feeling like his throat was trying to crawl out of his body. When she kissed him, it was chaste, light. They fell asleep with her head next to his and his arm around her waist. For once, neither of them dreamt of anything.

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Today, I am finally at peace with my body. 

I’m not going to lie i’ve had a rough month. I found out I didn’t get my dream job and I sort of spiralled back into my unhealthy habits. I let myself get caught up and as usual I went back to emotional eating. I can’t even being to tell you the amount of food I’ve eaten, and I promise you I haven’t stepped foot inside the gym for weeks. I stopped blogging and just sort of let everything get to me. 

But today I put on this bikini and I feel unstoppable. I feel sexy and strong and I love how I look. Which is a revelation. It just goes to show that sometimes everything can be going wrong and you can feel your worst and yet it brings about something good. 

And so the process begins again, back to the good habits and making good choices. I’ve got so many things to look forward to and I need to focus on the future and not the mistakes i’ve made in the past. I’m leaving for Australia in two days and i’m going to completely enjoy myself and make the most of everything. Who knows what the future holds but i’m so happy with myself right now. 

I just want to say thank you to a few blogs who’ve helped me on my way - even though I haven’t been blogging, your blogs provide constant motivation and support and I love reading them! fatmaninalittlesuit fitchris25 mybigfatfitlife aubernutter run-like-a-zombie Thank you for being so great! <3

some very passionate feelings about Donatello baking sort of spiraled into turtles and food head canons.

Of all the turtles, Donatello is the best baker. I can’t imagine he bakes often, since he sees it as a luxury, but he makes a damn fine cake. When his family marvels at his creations he just shrugs; basking is just chemistry, after all. He says things like, all you have to do is follow the instructions – the formulas are simple enough, but he never reveals how he gets his cookies that perfect level of fluffy (by sifting the baking soda and the flour together).

It’s basically canon that Michelangelo loves to cook, isn’t it? Or at least he does cook for his family in a few episodes of the show, and I believe ocassionally in the comics as well. I think the experimental nature of cooking really suits Michelangelo’s personality. Don’t have enough of one ingredient? Improvise. Feeling a little more lemon tonight? Add an extra squirt. And Mikey, sweetheart that he is, just wants have fun making new things and sharing them with his family. I love the thought of mama hen Michelangelo cooking for the turtles and co.

I feel like Leonardo would really enjoy traditional Japanese foods/beverages, such as preparing for a tea ceremony, or maybe even making sushi. Something methodical, with highly defined parameters and outcomes. I can totally see Leonardo getting up early and making perfect little kappa rolls for a post-training treat.

And Raphael? Raphael just likes to eat. He makes a mess in the kitchen. Always. Burns. Everything. That’s why he loves a bowl of milk and cereal best. You can’t burn that shit.

I was talking with @umakoo a few days ago about the Casket of Ancient Winters for the purposes of fic-writing, which then sort of spiraled off for me into, “What we actually know about Jotunheim and the Casket.”  And then sort of spiraled from there into talking about Odin.

I make no bones about how I think Odin is a complicated character, that you have to take the good with the bad, that swinging to one side or the other with character ignores that there are elements of both in place.  Also, fandom really likes to use the idea of the Casket of Ancient Winters as “the heart of Jotunheim”, but I don’t think that’s actually canon, because… well.  Here’s what the first artbook has to say about Jotunheim and Odin:

JOTUNHEIM: The cold and barren frozen wasteland that stands as a staunch opposite to the warm golden glow of Asgard, Jotunheim comprises cruel and heartless terrain.  Said Welch, “Jotunheim is one of the Nine realms and in its day was a powerful advanced civilization not unlike Asgard but with a malevolent intent underneath it all.  So with that in mind, Odin was forced to take their Casket of Ancient Winters and it’s pretty much destroyed the place. It’s slowly splintering away and falling into deep space.”

ASGARD: WEAPONS VAULT:  A heavily guarded chamber at the center of Asgard’s palace, the Weapons’ Vault is home to many of Odin’s exotic valuables.   Said Co-Producer Craig Kyle, ”[Odin] captured and stole and purchased and did whatever he could to take all the relics and weapons that could bring about Ragnarok [the Asgardian end times], and he locked them away in a vault in the base of his palace, so anything he thought could bring the universe down is now under lock and key.“

Everything else we know comes from the movie itself.  You can interpret “and it’s pretty much destroyed the place” to mean that taking the Casket was what ripped the planet apart, but you also can interpret it as “taking the fight to Jotunheim destroyed the place”.  Neither is fully canon, they’re both possible interpretations.

However, the other interesting conclusion here is:  Apparently, Jotunheim was fine before they had the Casket taken away.  They invaded Midgard before their planet was dying, so they had no excuse for it.  They attacked a weaker realm and forced a realm even more powerful than they were to intervene–and this is not “history is written by the victors”, we saw this happen and this is straight up Word of God, not an unreliable narrator of Odin.  They did so because they wanted to do it.

So here’s the situation set up for Odin:  Jotunheim is an advanced civilization with an incredibly powerful weapon, they’ve been shown (again, by Word of God) to be a malevolent society.  They then attack a weaker realm with this weapon, showing what they’ll do with it if they have it in their possession.  If he allows them to keep it, they’ll just start another war, because they’ve already shown they would.  If he takes it, Jotunheim lives, but crippled.  He can either save innocent lives or the lives of people who started shit.

The second interesting bit (and who knows if it’ll still be true for Thor: Ragnarok) is that Odin gathered up those treasures because he believed the EXISTENCE OF THE UNIVERSE was at stake.  And, yeah, he stole some stuff, but he also bought a lot of them and the two times we’ve seen him captured relics, it’s because they were being abused.  (And let’s point out that he had them in his vault for a long as hell time and did absolutely nothing with them, as well as we see nothing of Odin trying to control or govern the other realms. The only times he steps in are when he believes the universe is in danger, when innocents are being attacked.)

Like the Aether, the Dark Elves were going to use it to change the universe to make it inhospitable (to anyone but themselves).  Bor didn’t start that war, the Dark Elves did.  Whatever caused their planet to be poisonous to them was not Asgard’s fault and was not an excuse to wipe out all other life in the universe. Again, Word of God (and not an unreliable narrator) says that Bor was in the position of protecting innocent people or letting murders go free to likely kill everyone else everywhere.  (And let’s remember it’s Malekith who orders the Dark Elves into their final attack, using their sacrifice to buy himself time to escape.  Killing the remains of his people was on Malekith, not Bor.)

As for what happened to the Casket–in the fight in the Observatory, Loki takes it and uses it to ice over the key to force the Bifrost to stay open, so when the Observatory breaks off and falls, the Casket falls with it.  Who knows if it was lost, if Loki picked it back up when he fell into the black hole, if Thanos grabbed it up when they found Loki or what.

ULTIMATELY:  My point is that we’re given reasons for Odin’s actions, we’re shown that these relics were being abused in universe-destroying level ways, and we’re given no reasons for Jotunheim or Svartalfheim’s actions, other than that they wanted to conquer other places and they abused the power they had. I’m not here to convince everyone that Asgard is a perfect, shining, flawless society, but I am interested in the canon context of the situations we’ve been shown.  And super interested to wonder what Jotunheim was like before they invaded Midgard!

May: So I wanted to try doing adoptables too, and thought heraldic dragons would be a fun theme… Except it turned out to be much harder than it seemed, so it came out lazy and dull to say the least. I did all the genes, just to mess around, and I’ll do some freebies for some people (mostly Sin’s friends, if they want any x))

But that aside - Heraldic Spirals! Really simplistic sort of adoptable thing I did as a test. Chose spirals, because Sin loves them, and I need to shower her in little gifts. (all of these are hers, except for the one on bottom right and one in the middle)

But yeah, just wanted to post them anyway, because why not. Here’s hoping I’ll manage to do better next time maybe :U

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There is no good word for the opposite of lonesome.One might be tempted to suggest togetherness or contentment, but the fact that these two other words bear definitions unrelated to each other perfectly displays why lonesome cannot be properly mirrored. It does not mean solitude, nor alone, nor lonely, although lonesome can contain all of those words in itself.

Lonesome means a state of being apart. Of being other.


Alone-some.