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{Reaction} BlackPink as the mafia

okay sooo i need to say that i love Mafia! EXO very much and i was thinking how cool would be if you made a blackpink mafia concept, like badass girls you know would be amazing

Note: Well shit, now I live for BlackPink mafia AU. If anyone writes this kind of thing please link me to it~ I’d love to read! This was very fun to do, and I am definitely on board of this AU. I hope you also like references used ;) Enjoy~!

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Kim Jennie

Originally posted by lalisani

Jennie is very skillful in the mafia and certainly should not be underestimated. If you think she’s dangerous with a gun, then you’re hardly to ready to see her short range combat. She’s smart, witty and feared by a lot of big names in the mafia. She notorious for killing, assassinations and some of the most cleverly worked out murder’s in the world. It isn’t just other gangs that are scared of this incredible woman, but also the government and the police. But in spite all of that, she still somehow manages to keep herself hidden away and only seen by those she wants to see her.

The first time she met you was in a casino, her lips blood red with lipstick that curled into a beautifully cruel smirk as she pinned her eyes on you. It was that moment that she decided that it was you that she wanted. She strolled over, heels clicking against the floor importantly as though she was on a mission. She stole your attention away from Monsta X’s gang member Yoo Kihyun swiftly, placing a hand on your cheek, raising her chin to give her an appearance of authority as she calmly told you what she wanted.

Jennie: “How beautiful, you look like my next significant other.”

Park Chae- Young/ Rose

Originally posted by pchaeyoung

Rose is the master of the sweetheart scam in the mafia. She appears to be a ditzy, sweet little girl. Hell to the no, this woman could kill you with a mere look, or so that’s what said. She can captivate any heart in the palm of her hand and crush it as quickly as she wants. It’s incredible how amazing she is when it comes to her work, how skillful she really is. She can get money, or secrets, her talents meet no end when it comes to manipulation, and she too is feared by many people in the mafia. A lot of people have tried to escape her enchanting eyes and have failed miserably.

The first time you crossed paths with Rose was when you’d been brought into her gang by Jennie. Rose had grown an attachment to you very quickly, and it was hard not to fall for her too. Even though she was such a crucial part of the mafia, she jumped at the chance to fall in love with you when you not so subtly hinted that you may like her. That day forward, she found it harder to sweet talk other people because the guilt rode inside of her knowing it should be only you she should be like this with - but with reassurance, she became stronger and stronger by your side.

Rose: “I love you Jagiya.”

Lalisa Manoban/ Lisa

Originally posted by hyunasus

Lisa is the glue of the gang, and sets the mood the majority of the time. BlackPink don’t have a leader, and that’s what sets them apart from any other group. But with no official leader, of course there are going to be clashes of opinion, and Lisa is the best for solving them. But it isn’t just her mood making skills that make her a skillful mafia worker, she is also very strong, and very talented in the field. it’s surprising at how such a young girl can be so precise with long range shooting. She never misses, not with the bullet of a gun or the sharp point of a knife.

The first time Lisa met you she happened to be passing by when she heard your calls for help. She had considered leaving you, but when she heard the lethal voice of BTS’ Jungkook antagonising you she had to take action, she couldn’t leave you at the hand of such a cruel man from such a cruel gang. She of course, sprung to your rescue and that was the start of a very beautiful relationship. When you joined BlackPink’s gang, you came to realise that Lisa wasn’t everything that she bigged herself up to be. They say that happiest people are often the saddest inside, and Lisa felt just that way. Her lone work became tiresome and it was straining what little she had inside. But that all got better when you confessed to her. When the two of you started your relationship she told you on how much more stronger she felt with you at her side, she didn’t have to cry alone anymore.

Lisa: “Now I have you, I don’t need to suffer anymore.”

Kim Ji- soo

Originally posted by hbi-n

Ji-soo is amazing at making deals, this can be with weapons, drugs etc. her talents in this area never fail. But don’t be fooled by this woman, this isn’t where her skills only lie. She is also incredibly skilled at combat fighting, and with the simple flick of the wrist, she can have the strongest man writhing on the floor before her. She’s been known to take on many dangerous men that have ran away terrified of her devilish wrath, even the likes of BTS’ leader, Namjoon have been known to show fear towards this woman. It’s fair to say that no one is going to be messing with her any time soon.

Jisoo met you for the first time while she was running from Monsta X’s members Shownu and Wonho. You had been sitting on your motorbike, innocently leaving after leaving a long day at work. Your life was changed forever from the moment that Jisoo leaped on the back of your bike and screamed for you to kickstart the engine. From that moment, a lot has happened and now, you are the escape for BlackPink’s gang. Romance blossomed between you and Jisoo, and you’re known as the power couple, together you’re like the dream team - unbeatable.

Jisoo: “What did I do to deserve you, Jagi?”

Men From The North-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot

(A/N: Wow, I’ve received so many Jon Snow requests! Not that I’m complaining 😄 Also, there is something that is really getting on my nerves; PEOPLE NEED TO STOP ROMANTICISING JON AND DANY, THEY’RE RELATED!)

Summary: Requested by annonymous: Hi :) was wondering if you could do a Jon Snow imagine? Something where reader is counciler and bff of Dany..and when Jon comes to Dragonstone, after their initial throne room meeting (from season 7) Dany sends the reader to figure out what Jon needs/why he is there. So the reader does just that and seduces Jon which would naturally mean smut…and in the end the reader convinced Dany to let Jon mine the dragon glass and not Tyrion?’

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Didn’t do proper smut, sorry 😞 also no Missandei in this imagine 😭


The doors to the throne room boomed as they shut. Daenerys tried to hold her tongue, knowing that she shouldn’t speak out in such a rude manner. I wouldn’t even have to look at her to know that after that not so successful meeting. Quietly sighing to myself, I glanced over at Tyrion, we both knew what was coming.

“I thought you said he would bend the knee.” Daenerys spoke through gritted teeth.

“He just needs a little time, he’s a bastard who was not raised to be a king. I’m sure he will, I trust Jon Snow.”

“But we don’t have time. Neither does he by the sound of it.” I pondered.

“You believe him?” my queen seemed shocked.

“It does sound like fairytales, but the way those men spoke of the ‘army of the dead’, they seemed scared.”

“Let us say he is telling the truth, he still won’t bend the knee.”

“Jon Snow is worried about his people. Your grace, I am not defending him, you know I have faith in you; but as Tyrion has said, he does not have any experience or knowledge of this status.”

She looked deep in thought.

Tyrion spoke again.“Perhaps a little persuasion is needed? An old friend to chat with him?”

“No.” Daenerys bluntly said.“(Y/N) shall go. He does not know her, he cannot judge her opinions. I am trusting you to find out what he wants. Do what you must.” her voice was firm as she gave out the order.

I bowed my head, nodding to Tyrion as I exited the room. This was bad. A second king in the North had risen, and we all saw how the first turned out. It seemed odd, maybe a miracle, that a bastard such as Jon Snow was able to climb his way up like this. No one had ever done that before. Jon seemed a strong hearted man, not going back in his words easily, meaning this was going to be a hard challenge.

“My Lord.” I called out as I approached him.

His cape was billowing behind him as he stood watching the dragons over the cliffs.“My lady. I am sorry, I cannot remember your name.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” I curtsied,“trusted advisor and handmaiden to Queen Daenerys Targareyn.”

His body stiffened as I mentioned her name.“Yes I remember now. My apologies lady (Y/L/N).”

I smiled.“It is quite alright. Enjoying the view?” I gestured to the dragons, happily circling the skies.

“Well, it’s different from Winterfell.”

“Yes, I suppose it isn’t everyday you see such majestic creatures.”

He stifled a laugh.“That’s on word for them.”

“You get used to them. Don’t you have rare creatures of your own in the North? Oh, what are they called? Direwolves?”

“Yes,” Jon looked surprised,“my family and I had one each. Beautiful animals.”

Good, we were connecting a little.

“I’ve always wanted to see one. They are said to be loyal.”

“How come you know about the direwolves?”

“Growing up, I did a lot of studying, much to my parents dismay. Daenerys and I were curious, except she couldn’t sneak away much; they were too busy trying to marry her off.”

“You grew up with her?”

I relished at the memories.“Yes. We loved each other like sisters. It was only years later we met again, she freed me from an awful marriage.”

“I am sorry to hear that.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I am free and able to use my knowledge to help my queen.”

“I do not think I am free here.”

“She has not taken you prisoner. Believe me, you would be somewhere words of that was the case.”

I was losing him.

I started to walk along the cliffs, Jon following.“This 'army of the dead’, how many are there?”

“Too many to count, which is why I need help.”

“What is it that you need?”

“You would not believe me. It all sounds so silly when said out loud.”

“I find it fascinating. I heard stories of the dead rising again as a child, when my nanny tried to scare me to sleep.”

A quiet chuckle escaped his mouth.“It is weapons and men. But until I bend the knee, your queen will not help me.”

“I thought the North was full of strong, brave men who laughed in the face of danger? Would that not also mean you have plenty of things to fight with?”

“No. Not even close.” He sighed.“There is only one weapon that will defeat the dead. I need help.”

I was stumped for words. He had come all this way to risk asking for that. Daenerys had bigger plans.

It was as if he read my mind.“It’s a rare weapon. I shouldn’t really speak about it now, I should have asked your queen.”

“How do you know that it will defeat them?”

“It is written so.”

“I have probably read a hundred books throughout my life. Never have I laid my eyes on how to defeat the dead.”

“I wouldn’t think there would be many books about them if no one believes that they are real.” Jon looked frustrated.“But you seem to know a lot, you are a smart woman. I understand if you have your doubts.”

“Thank you my lord. However, just because I have read a lot of books, does not make me a smart woman. At the moment, I seem to be the only one here who is starting to believe you.”

He stopped walking, turning to face me.“You do? Even though your queen does not?”

“She may be in charge around here but she is not in charge of my mind; and my mind is telling me to help you.”

I invited him back inside, the wether becoming harsher by the second as we talked. I knew that if I kept asking him about why he was here, I wouldn’t get any answers. To take his mind off it, I asked him to tell me about the North and he questioned me on what I had seen. It was nice to speak to someone about the lands and wonders I had seen. Everything around here had been so tense. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been truly happy.

We had made it to my chambers, sitting by the warm fire. I poured two goblets of wine, handing one to him as I sat down. The shadows from the flames complimented his face, there was no denying he was a handsome man. The way he spoke about this topic made me realise he was a passionate man. I had to do this for my queen, she needed the information.

“So you have not come to bend the knee. You say you need our help, but what exactly is it that you want from us?”

“I know you need information from me, but I don’t think it is wise to discuss that…” his words trailed off as I stood, sultry walking towards him.

“I’ve never met a man from the North. I normally keep in the shadows, let my queen speak for herself until she needs me. But you seem to be giving them a good name. Are they all as handsome as you?”

He was flustered for words. I mentally thanked the gods that this seemed to be working. Jon was watching me carefully as I knelt down in front of him, hands gripping at his thighs.

“M-my lady-”

“I have not been with many men either. Serving and protecting my queen is my main priority, though it can get lonely some nights.”

Slowly running my fingertips around his thighs, I could feel the seduction working. Without saying anything, I kept my eyes on him, standing up and straddling him. Holding his shoulders, I subtly started to rock my hips against him. His mouth opened in what I assumed was pleasure but also shock. I smiled, feeling the lust build up in the room. It was plain to see that be hadn’t been with a woman for while, he wouldn’t be having such dramatic reactions if he had. Although I knew that I was just doing this to get him to speak, I couldn’t help but enjoy it a little.

“Please,” I sweetly moaned as he grabbed my hips tightly,“tell me what you want.”

He grunted.“You. All you.”

We laid on our backs, slightly covered in sweat as we tried to regain our breaths. Things had moved on quickly, the room filled with tension, frustration and lust; there was no room for love but that didn’t matter. Men were weak. As soon as a woman opened her legs, she could get him to do her bidding, whatever it may be. Turning to look at him, I didn’t hide my body under the covers, my breasts peeking out slightly.

“Dragon glass.” He suddenly said.

“My Lord?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“That’s what I need. That is what will defeat the army of the dead. There are caves full of it here, this is why I am really here.”

Knocking on my Daenerys’ chamber doors, I heard her call 'enter’ before I walked in. Curtsying to her, I took a deep breath, my legs still shaky from recent events. She would know straightaway what I had done. Not that I would be in trouble.

“(Y/N), I trust that you have good news.” she stood, gesturing for me to follow her to the balcony.

“Yes my grace. Jon Snow has revealed the truth.”


“He wants to mine the Dragon glass that sits beneath us. He claims that this will defeat the army of the dead.”

“Dragon glass? How can he be sure?”

“He says that there are ancient scrolls that tell this tale. After speaking with him, I really do think that he is telling the truth somewhat.”

“That’s what you did, you just spoke with him?” she smirked.

I blushed, not looking at her.“I know you need your allies, I know you want to take back the throne as soon as you can. But my queen, maybe if we help Jon Snow, he will see the loyalty and bend the knee.”

“Why should I show loyalty to him?”

“What are you to do with Dragon glass? You didn’t even know it was here. If we are able to get him to trust us, the whole of the North will follow.”

She thought for a moment.“You really think that he is telling the truth?”

I nodded.

“Well then, I suppose I should talk to this man from the North. You never know, we could be surprised; the army of the dead could be quite exciting.”

                    MOVIE STARTERS VOL.5  ( SUCKER PUNCH ) ( ZACK SNYDER )

  1. ❛ Only you can find it. And if you do, it will set you free. ❜
  2. ❛ This was never my story. ❜
  3. ❛ Don’t screw it up, okay? ❜
  4. ❛ You’ll never have me. NEVER. ❜
  5. ❛ Everyone has an angel. A guardian who watches over us. ❜
  6. ❛ Don’t let appearances fool you, they can be as fierce as any dragon.  ❜
  7. ❛ Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? ❜
  8. ❛ Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? ❜
  9. ❛ Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? ❜
  10. ❛ Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free? ❜
  11. ❛ You have all the weapons you need. Now fight. ❜
  12. ❛ Did you lose your fight, huh? ❜
  13. ❛ This can’t be. We did everything right. ❜
  14. ❛ I’m gonna escape from here and I’m gonna be free. ❜
  15. ❛ Well, send me a postcard from paradise. ❜
  16. ❛ If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything. ❜
  17. ❛ You are safe, it’s all safe. Now relax, and just let go. ❜
  18. ❛ You control this world. Let the pain go. Let the hurt go. Let the guilt go. ❜
  19. ❛ I try to give you a good life. I try. I do. And all I ask for in return is just respect. Honesty. A give and take relationship. ❜
  20. ❛ No, no, no. No one’s buying that, honey. ❜
  21. ❛ There is nothing you can do. ❜
  22. ❛ It’s too late to play the good guy, it is far too late! ❜
  23. ❛ This is a mistake. Please don’t do this. ❜
  24. ❛ I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say anything! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. ❜
  25. ❛ You have anything to say? Anything?  ❜
  26. ❛ You know what sweetheart? It’s okay, it’s okay. ❜
  27. ❛ It’s a shame I couldn’t do more. I wasn’t given much time, you see. ❜
  28. ❛ To be honest with you, I’ve wondered myself whether or not it is right. ❜
  29. ❛ I’ve been doing this for quite some time. ❜
  30. ❛ For those who fight for it, life will have a flavour the sheltered will never know. ❜
  31. ❛ Don’t write a check with your mouth that you can’t cash with your ass. ❜
  32. ❛ There are armed guards everywhere! ❜
  33. ❛ We’re already dead. ❜
  34. ❛ When reality is a prison, your mind can set you free. ❜
  35. ❛ You are afraid. Don’t be. ❜
  36. ❛ I lost everyone I loved. And then they locked me away. With no where to hide from the pain. ❜
  37. ❛ Oh, and one more thing – Don’t wake the dragon. ❜
  38. ❛ We can deny angels exist; convince ourselves they can’t be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times. ❜
  39. ❛ This is a joke, right? ❜
  40. ❛ We don’t keep things here that have no purpose. You see, your fight for survival starts right now. ❜
  41. ❛ Go out and live a normal life. Love, be free, you have to live for all of us now. ❜
  42. ❛ You’re the only one of us who ever had a chance out there. ❜
  43. ❛ There has to be another way. ❜
  44. ❛ Have you ever wanted to just take something back? You know, something you said, something you did? ❜
  45. ❛ Your fight for survival starts right now. ❜
This life, part 11

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2266

Warning: fluffish

Part 10

The next morning felt like a new world.  Your perspective on how it all looked was much different.  A smile crossed your lips as you had rolled to find a single flower bloom on your pillow. There was no doubt, whom it was from and that made your smile widen.  The thought that one day you would have Loki leaving gifts of affection for you, was something you never believed would happen.  He had always been so serious and you had never seen him interact with a female he desired.  It was all so very new but you welcomed it.

Rising with the bloom in hand, you stood looking out over Asgard.  Today was the day you would return to your soldiers.  There was no reason to delay it further.  The fear that had been there since your return was still there and it beat darkly in your chest.  Would they look upon you as weak?  Unable to protect yourself?  Or would they welcome you warmly?  All of it made your head ache.  Refusing to push it off further you dressed in your armor before leaving your chambers and walking out towards the training yards.  This was one morning you had wished; Asgard had some of that delicious drink of Midgard.  Coffee you believed it was.  The Man of Iron had introduced it to you when you and Thor had brought Loki back. Perhaps you could get your friend to return to Midgard to bring back a large quantity of it.

“What is it you dream of right now?”  Thor’s voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“Something to make me wake further.  That Midgardian drink…”  He laughed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, walking with you.

“Yes, that would be welcome here.  Someday I should bring it back with me.”  

“Much of it my friend. Much.”  Smiling up at him felt like old times.  

“Are you ready for today?” Nodding slowly as you walked out into the front courtyard.

“Yes, I believe at least. I need to see if I am able to function as Odin and Asgard need me.  If not… then Uljar may retake his place.”  Thor stopped you, grabbing both your shoulders, forcing you to look at him.

“Listen to me, Lady [Y/N]… You are stronger than any of us.  You were bore to lead the Defenders and protect this and all realms.  Never doubt that.”  Frowning you were tempted to disagree but knew he would have none of it.

“I will take your words to heart my friend.”

“Good.  Now where is my brother?  Why is he not here to support you?”  Continuing your journey to the training yard, you laughed.

“I forbade him from coming with me.  Though I know him and he will be somewhere hidden.  I do not want him to see if they soldiers refuse me as their leader now.” Thor huffed beside you.

“I will end them all if they do.”  Pushing his arm playfully.

“You will do no such thing. You will leave as well.  I need to face my path without onlookers.  I am a warrior I will do it on my own.”  He stopped, before dramatically bowing.

“Of course my Lady. As you say.”  Smirking he walked off leaving you alone as you as desired.   You knew it was far too easy and that he too would watch while hidden.  Pushing the thoughts in the far reaches of your mind you made it to the training yards. Your soldiers waiting at attention for their orders.  Uljar waited with a grin as they all saw you.

“My Lady, welcome home.” At this, everyone burst into loud cheers.  It was near deafening but it made your heart swell.  All the doubt and fear melting away.

“My thanks to all of you. From what I hear, you were all instrumental in my return.  You are all true warriors; I am honored to be in your presence.  Now we train.  I fear my skills may have waned in my absence.”  Clasping your hands before you, you motioned for them to return to formation.

“A moment my Lady. You have no weapons.  A warrior and Captain cannot fight without her blades.” Of course, Uljar was right.

“I will be in need of new blades.  Mine have not been seen since I was taken.  The blacksmith will have to forge my new ones.”  Everyone looked to have a secret by the smiles on their faces.

“What if, My Lady you did not need new blades?”  The Defenders snapped to attention as Uljar peered behind you.  Turning to see Odin followed by his family and your friends.

“I believe you are in need of these, Captain Theinndottir.”  In Odin’s upheld hands were both of your blades in their shining glory.  They had been cleaned and polished to perfection, glinting in the sun.  The sight of them took your breath away and with them your words.

“I… My Lord…”  Tears welled in your eyes as you stepped towards the king.  Glancing up Loki smiled warmly at you.  Thor beside him had that smirk once more.  They had all hidden this from you.

“Thor found them in Vanaheim when you were rescued.  They have been restored to the former greatness.  Take them and lead as a warrior should.”

Lifting them from his hands, they felt as though they had never left your grasp.  You felt complete and all was right with the realm.  Bowing your head in thanks was the only sign to show them as if you uttered a word the tears would fall and you would not be able to stop them.

Twisting the hilts around in your hands, your body remembered your training.  Finally, it felt as though this life of yours would be restored to something that resembled some normalcy.  

Training for the morning went well even with the large crowd of onlookers.  Ignoring their gazes and forcing yourself not to look in Loki’s direction aided that.  The long absence of this type of physical activity caused aches all over your body but it felt satisfying.  In time, you would be as strong as you once were.  At least that was your utmost desire.  Your audience had mostly dispersed as you dismissed the Defenders. Leaving only Thor and Loki waiting for you as you left the training yards.

“It is as though you never left my friend.  See how easily it comes to you.”  Thor slapped your shoulder in his exuberance.  If anyone ever needed a positive thought, he was one to give it.  Loki merely gazed at you a small smile upturning his lips.

“That was much more difficult than before but I will continue to train.  I refuse to be weak.” Releasing a long breath, you smiled.  It felt good again.  Your hands holding to the hilts of your swords as the swung at your hips.  “Thank you, Thor for these… I do not know how I would do without them.  It pained me to think them lost.”

“No thanks are needed. It was my duty to return the Captain’s weapons.”  You laughed as he winked, always joking.  There was a ripple of power from Loki behind you.  This only forced Thor to laugh louder.

“I will take my leave before my brother explodes in his jealousy.  [Y/N] this was a proud day and I am honored to have be able to watch.  I will see you both at meal tonight.”  His cape flowed behind him as he parted towards one of the off corridors.

“I thought he would never shut up.”  Loki nearly growled as he grabbed your face gently kissing you.  It was unexpected and took a moment for you to respond, but respond you did.  Grazing his cheek with your hand and pressing back against his lips.

“Fair day to you as well, Loki.”  A true smile broke on his face as his green piercing eyes held your gaze.

“Fair day, lovely one. You did well today.  I was proud to watch what you accomplished in such a short time.  It is not biased, when I say you far exceed your father’s leadership skills.  The Defenders will never have had someone to bring them to such glory as you will.”

How was it you never noticed the things that his voice low and quiet did to you?  For now there was a warmth growing in your chest that seemed to fill your body.  “You are biased, but I thank you.”

He held out his arm for you to take as you walked towards your chambers. After the long morning, you needed to bathe.  Taking his arm felt foreign.  While you were not inexperienced with enjoying pleasures of flesh, you had never had an outward relationship where this had been done.  Growing as the betrothed to Thor, for formal functions you were expected to be on his arm.  This was different and you were afraid to say how good it felt.  There was the occasional passer-by that would glance at the entwined arms, which only made Loki grin wider.  He enjoyed every moment.

“Mother wants an official feast tonight, to celebrate peace and having all of Asgard’s protectors, home. Like we used to have when we were young.  Do you remember?”  A laugh escaped as you looked in front of you.

“Difficult to forget the three of us sneaking under one of the tables, watching the merriment. Until one of our fathers found us and sent us back to bed.  At least until they deemed us old enough.”

“Yes, when we were old enough I believe my brother caused more commotion than any of our parents.”  Loki was not wrong.  Thor drank and enjoyed his time more than anyone else once allowed.  

“If this is what you mother wishes, she will want me to look as a Lady should not as Captain of the Defenders.”  Most of your bruises had faded to almost nothing.  That would be one less worry.

“Wear what you wish, no one will stop you.  My mother just may frown.”  Another easy laugh sounded from you.

“That frown of your mothers would stop all the realm.  I will dress as I know she would want.”  Loki kisses your hand as you sent him away, so you could wash.  The gown you dressed in was a rich green that sat just off your shoulders.  It hugged your breasts and your hips, you knew the Queen would approve.  Pulling your thick hair up, braiding in so that it fell heavy down your back.  Trying to prove to yourself you were still the warrior inside, you darkened the coloring around your eyes similar to the painting when you went to battle.

A knock signaled it was time to attend the feast.  Loki’s green and black tunic made you realize you had dressed in his colors without a thought.  His gaze over your body made you feel wanted and desired.  “My Lady, you would stop a mortal’s heart just as they would look upon you.”

“It is a good thing, my Prince, that you are no mere mortal.”  Extending his arm once again, you together made the trek to the feasting hall.  All eyes were fixed to you as you entered. This was the declaration that you and Loki were together.  Frigga beamed and Odin chuckled quietly.  “I did not know we were to be the center of attention.  I believed it was for all the warriors.”

This sent a laugh through the crowds before all turned back to their previous task.  Kegs of ale lined the hall and the tables were filled with foods. Merry music floated through it all between the conversations of those gathered.  It felt like ages since this happiness and merriment had been.  You were content and smiling.  Loki would kiss you hand or steal one from your lips throughout the eve.  Thor had dragged you to the floor to dance to one of the merrier tunes.  Loki watched with amusement.  Never in the time had you known him had you ever seen him dance. Knowing you enjoyed it immensely he never minded watching you with others.  Unless another’s hand touched you that was a different tale.

As you danced and spun around, the drink making your whole being feel warm, a flash of a face sparked through your mind.  Your body froze at the vision.  Another flash of the face as it was darkened with a maroon hood, walking through the pillars of the throne room.  Thor’s hand landed on your shoulder.  “Are you tiring, [Y/N]?  Rest if you need it.”

The anger welled up inside of you as you stood straight looking up to him.  “She has nerve…”  You stormed off quickly, holding the fabric of your skirts as to not trip.  He looked after you, confused before looking over to his brother.  Both men following you as you marched towards the throne room.  The guards stationed at the door moved swiftly to open it as you glared between them.  Emin was escorting a woman through the room towards the corridor leading to the feasting hall.  Stopping as he saw you, followed by the two princes.  

“My Lady [Y/N] I was coming to find you.  You have a guest who wanted…”  You threw a hand up to stop him from speaking further.

“Be gone from my sight now, Emin before my anger grows further.”  Bowing quickly he made haste from the room.  The woman looked from her hooded robe with a cautious smile.  Loki and Thor behind you were quiet in their shock. “Hello, mother.”

(To be continued with part 12)

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Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free… It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight.

Remember, you are not alone.

Reminders to all my fellow simblrs who go through hell every day.

1. You fight these battles every day. You are not weak for having psychological issues. You are strong for making it through yet another day of torture.

2. Control is an illusion. We don’t have control over anything except ourselves, and even then it’s not always the truth.

3. You are not alone. It’s very likely that someone you know struggles with their own demons. Reach out to them. There is strength in numbers.

4. You are worthy of love. You deserve to be loved. I love you.

5. It can feel like there is no light at the end of the tunnel when you’re in your darkest hour, but I promise you the light is there. It may take awhile for you to see it, but you WILL see it eventually. Keep that hope close to your heart.

6. You are not your illness(es). You are you, and you happen to have some mental health issues. It’s part of who you are, but not all that you are.

7. It may feel like you want to just give up and die sometimes. I’ve been there many, many times, but just know that giving up is not an option. Every time you take a step forward, literally, you are progressing. Every little tiny step you make, whether it be going to school/work, or just getting out of bed that day, is still success. Celebrate every single baby step. Even the littlest ones.

9. You don’t have to be ashamed. You are amazing just the way you are. Warts and all! Embrace yourself as the wonderful, awesome warrior you are. There is nothing that can’t be gained when you are comfortable in your own skin.

10. You have all the weapons you need…now fight.

We Are Warriors. We Must Fight.

This isn’t a political blog. Many who have followed it for quite a while know this. I happily tend to take a fairly neutral stance so that we can engage in intellectual conversation, so that we can explore and learn about others’ viewpoints.

This is a blog for learning. For inspiration. For exploration both within and outside of ourselves. This is a blog meant to be accessible and easy to understand, both for new witches and experienced witches. It is meant to be an opportunity that is ever-present for those who want to educate themselves on paganism, varying religions and traditions, history, folklore , and magic - whether the reader identifies as a witch or not.

This isn’t a political blog. But it is a blog meant to be for our community. It is a blog that has every ounce of dependency on being able to be read and enjoyed by many.

As a writer and even as a witch, I have frankly felt overwhelmed and exhausted, and even a bit ragged as our communities - the communities of creators, artists, witches, and LGBTQ+ individuals - have come under attack with so much more vehemence than we have seen in the past several years.

This isn’t a political blog. But it is a blog that fights back for the sake of protecting our access to education, religion, and community.

As such, I do have to make a stand here, for net neutrality. I’m sure plenty of people are groaning right now, feeling rather overexposed to this topic, as other bloggers world-wide all make the same arguments and same stands. And it’s not just bloggers. It’s artists. It’s civil rights groups. It’s videographers and entertainers. It’s witches. It’s all of us.

This is a topic which goes beyond the scope of my blog - a blog that I have put a lot of hard work into over the last thirteen months. It goes beyond the scope of my weekly articles, and into who I am as a human being, into who we are as a community.

With that said, I will avoid going into a long rant about just how much losing net neutrality will harm our community. We have all seen and read and heard these rants many many times over the last couple of months. Instead, I will say this:

As witches, and as a community, we are warriors. Whether we worship the Celtic gods, the Norse gods, Egyptian, Christian, Hindu, or Native American, one thing has always remained the same: they all encourage us to fight for what we believe. The gods are not stagnant. They are not gone. They are still here. War and conflict take many forms. It’s not just wielding a sword and shield, or taking up a firearm. Words have power. Thoughts have power. WE HAVE POWER. The gods - no matter which gods you worship, believe in, or work with - have given us that power for a reason. It’s not to lie back and take a beating. It so that we can stand up and be who we are even amid all of the shit surrounding us.

We are warriors. We must fight. Not with weapons, but with words. With our hearts. And not just in our own self interest, but in the interest of others who need to be heard. So if you haven’t already, please contact your representative and explain to them that net neutrality is a gods-given right. If you live in the United States, this is crucial, especially now. Do not email. Do not simply sign a petition. Write a physical, paper letter, and mail it to your representative. It is not too late. Nor will it ever be too late to fight for free speech.

If you don’t live in the States, still do the same thing. Send letters to your representatives and officials. Remind them how important a free internet is. And encourage them to pressure other governments who restrict free speech to open up and allow their constituents to learn and educate themselves.

This isn’t a political blog. But it is a blog full of intelligent, beautiful, and powerful witches. There is always hope, and so long as hope is there, it is worth fighting for.

Thank you.

Thoughts on RWBY5 Episode: The More the Merrier

— … How the hell do you expect me to write about this?

— Too many things happened here.

— Qrow, don’t walk like that. That’s bad for your back.

— Hi, traitor!

“There seems to be more of you than last time.” There’s only three more people, Leo. Don’t be extra.

“Why did you bring your weapons?” Look who’s talking, hypocrite.

— Raven, you couldn’t find a better hiding place?

— Nora finally believes in magic.

— Now we all know who the older sibling is.

— Damn, Rave, you didn’t need to hurt Ruby like that. Yang, control your mom.

— Oh, it’s Team CEWM- wait, where’s Watts?

— Oh hi, Hazel. You’d think he’d remember Oscar back in V4.

— FFS Adam, just die already.

— Anyway, where’s Blake?

— Oh, great job, Cinder. You broke Jaune. What do you have to say for yourself?

“Who are you again?” Fuck you.

— Aw come on! Why does Ruby have to fight Emerald? Where’s the goddamn Weiss vs. Emerald fight I’ve been waiting three volumes for?

— I feel bad for Hazel. He didn’t need to get involved with all this violence. No one needs to die today.

— Fight the traitor, Oscar! You got this!

— Look at all the shit going down.

— …Blake, you wanna get to Haven faster? Your team is in a bit of trouble.

— Cinder, what are you doing? Cinder, stop.

Cinder: *looks at Weiss* Oh, is that your friend?

Jaune: Yeah?

Cinder: Imma kill her.

Jaune: Don’t you do it.

Cinder: Imma do it.


— She did it. Fuck.

Blake if you don’t get your Bellabooty to Haven this instant-

— Watch as she gets to Haven 2 hours late with a Starbucks in her hand.

— As you can see, my profile pic are the following moods: Surprise, Terror, Concern, Worry, Horror, Concern, Anxiety, Internal Rage, and overall Concern.

— Also I think it’s pretty clear that Weiss won’t die for obvious reasons. But just in case…



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Choices Couple Aesthetics [#01]

“Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that we’ll never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us and who holds the key to set us free? It’s us. We have all the weapons we need. Now fight!”

Advise from the redeemer of the Winter Soldier

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: What would Bucky say if he’d see that you’re having a hard time with life

Word count: 730

A/N: Well, I guess I’m putting it all out there. I’m sorry for disappearing guys, but after reading this you may understand why I needed a little break. Love every single one of you, seriously!

It took a long time, but I realised that my weapon is Art and I’m finally ready to fight.

I know that it’s hard now, my love.
That you are fighting the big battle which all of us carries with capital letters in our hearts from the date of birth,
And I know it seems like you are losing, and feel like you’ve used the last drop of your power.
Red darkness everywhere you look.
I know.

And on top of that the world seems like it started to burn in holy fire.
The unstoppable flames consuming the last bit of hope you had for your escape.
You see black eyed evils in high chairs and you wonder what happened, how a paradise got  fucked up so bad
What kind of poisoning virus got into the veins of human beings,
And where is the so called truth that you’ve been raised to protect at all costs.
I don’t know.

It’s hard to wake up, I can feel your sorrow.
It’s hard to breathe, I can feel your pain.
It’s easier to cover your eyes, I can feel your fear.
It’s okay.
But I need you now, my love.
I know it’s a lot to ask, but please put on your armor and hold your weapon high.

I was in hell for half of my life,
I saw every dark corner and felt the coldest fire burn my arm.
I became the Devil’s slave for seventy years.
I heard him whisper in my ears and tried my best to kill him but I had no chance.
I got to meet injustice’s ugly face and hear its laughter from its disgusting mouth.  
Believe me when I say I know how hard it is to even exist.
But I’ve seen heroes fight with nothing but hope.

A dying kid from Brooklyn became the savior of millions.
A woman conquered the land of men with nothing but herself.
A god came to Earth holding a hammer and controlling lighting.
A man with nothing but arrows fought against aliens.
A teenager chose what was right rather what was easy and payed with their lives for trying.

And you may say that these stories are just creations of the mind.
But what is real,
And what is a hero, anyway?

Someone between a fool and a demigod, who move by move breaks into little pieces.

But do you remember how it felt?
When you still had that little light in your soul, before you realised that black and white are not the only colours in the world,
And even the colours of the rainbow can hurt.
When you looked at the Moon with a smile that wasn’t full of pain and heartbreak.
When you didn’t wished the end of the world while blowing out the candles on your birthday cake
Or was it too long ago?
But despite everything that happened you are still alive, that is your biggest accomplishment
And you are the miserable hero of your own story.

I noticed that your knuckles were red from hitting the wall because you didn’t know what to do with all that swallowed anger deep in your belly.
I saw your hands shaking from the stress resting behind your ears.
I heard you become mute because all the unspoken things subsided in your throat.
I watched you get up from nightmares because your mind was no longer able to keep up with the hunting images in your head.
You went running almost every night chasing something you couldn’t identify, but needed desperately.
I saw all these sings because I have been there
                                              I have felt it
And this is the most comforting thing I can tell you: You are not alone.

Here is my advice:

Be angry, 
Cry tears of fear, despair
And scream into your pillow.
Let yourself feel all the bad things that you have buried inside you from strategy.
Open that cage you have built with care to tame the demon-like creatures
Because they are a part of you, and no matter how ugly they are, you should never hide anything from yourself.
Shout with the reflection in the mirror,
Think about all the horrible things that happened.
Let them sink in.
The only way you can clean your bag on your shoulder if you look inside of it.

And when you finally saw yourself completely naked,

Swallow your pride and go to the streets without keeping your head down.

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The Ascension of a Celestis

Co-ordinator in extremis. That’s what he wanted to call himself, all those years ago.

And now, in Gallifrey’s darkest hour, the name seemed to mock him. Oh, how far he’d gone to avert a war, to defend his Homeworld, both from within and without.

Now every mistake he’d ever made weighed down upon him.

Everything he’d done had gone wrong. Oh so wrong. Impossibly wrong.

What a cruel fate was his, that in his unflinching attempts at remaining neutral and focusing on Gallifrey’s safety he’d gone and brought the War right to its doorstep.

The War had come, every inch of it pinned to his timeline, his every action and breath. The slightest movement, the strangest of though was consumed by it.

At first it was impossible to tell. Utilizing the Celestial Intervention Agency to hamper the Daleks’ more specialized temporal strategists and tactics had been simple enough. But as the War raged on the temporal entailment gripped him like a vice.

Every so-called ‘precaution’ he had taken has resulted in catastrophic consequences. His attempt at using the Doctor to avert the creation of the Daleks. His involvement in Gallifrey’s civil war. Resurrecting the Master. Every single gamble he’d made in Gallifrey’s interest collapsing down, spinning ever out of control in ways the Matrix could never have predicted.

What’s that they say about a flap of a butterfly’s wing and the hurricane?

And what of his friends? His unlikeliest of allies, those he’d grown to know and care for?

They’d gone and warped into people they’d never have believed they’d become.

The Madame President. The War Queen of the Seven Homeworlds. Powermad and paranoid in a 4-D war. To her the cost was irrelevant so long as victory is assured.

The Former-Chancellor turned Paradox. A paradox of paradoxes now, contaminating timeline after timeline with his web of deceit.

The Savage. Abandoned the services to the War Queen to fight as a soldier. Erased from time and yet not so.

The Warrior. That renegade that would do anything for the sake of peace, forced into the furnace of war. The slaughterer of billions.

The Agent. Despises the enemy to the point of self destruction. Loyalties lie entirely in the Agency for the War effort.

The Enemy. Twisted and desperate for victory, had gone so far as to abandon their belief in racial and ideological purity. Ever changing.

It was all his fault.

“You serve us. You serve the Homeworld.”

“Join us. Shatter the past. Forge a new one.”

“You could not even face your fate with honor. You are a coward.”

“Either we fight or we die. We haven’t got another choice.”

“I trusted you. And now I can’t even count on you when I need you the most.”

“You belong to us. You are our weapon, our tool.”

“You could have prevented this.”

A Co-ordinator in extremis.

A man without any other options.

A man without any more chances.

No. Not any more. Never again.

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Small Gestures: Connor x Reader

Since I’m well into the first half of Christmas break, my draft is getting a sweep. Because why not?

Alignment: Romantic fluff


“You really do love him.” a masculine voice interrupted your thoughts, and you pause from thinking about other words to refer to Connor.

“You make it sound like a phenomenon.” you chuckle, giving Big Dave a fleeting e/c glance as you continue to sharpen the tomahawk’s blade, “I sympathize with Connor, and as much as I can, I want to keep him from undesirable situations. It just so happens that my inclination to such assists me in following his lead for an extensive amount of time. Is that a bad thing?”

The blacksmith’s incredulous eyes bore into your skull as you stop the machine and examine the weapon. When you notice him, you grew confused, “What?”

“No!” Dave firmly stated, “That doesn’t just happen! Don’t try to fool me, lass, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know a smitten look when I see it.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the blush you sensed rising to your cheeks. It’s not that you didn’t trust Dave to hide your not-so-secret affections for Connor (along with perhaps half the Homestead since the first person you informed is Myriam), but the two men spend frequent time together and it might get out by chance. You certainly weren’t going to jeopardize your friendship with the assassin for something you’re not even sure you can have.

“Perhaps we have been out here too long.” you continue to tease, gesturing to your snowy surroundings, “The cold might be getting to you.”

“Y/n…!” he huffed, raising a finger. However, before he could scold you, footsteps on snow entered your ears, and you noticed the new arrival first.

“There you are!” Connor sighs, relieved, “I’ve been looking… my tomahawk!” his eyes widen, sighting the weapon in your hand.

Defiantly fighting back the blush and annoyance you felt from Dave’s prying stare, you let him approach before giving it to his awaiting hands, “I took the trouble of sharpening it, along with the rest of our weapons. Since it was just laying around on the table back at the manor, and all.” you sheepishly smile, “I hope you don’t mind.”

He did. Connor almost flipped the whole house upside down in search of the cursed thing to carve you the arrows you want… but would he truly make you lose that smile on your face? Can he fight against the mesmerizing sight of the snow falling on your h/c hair and clothing ,when right now he felt the need to shelter you before you become ill? Does he have the necessary ability to be crossed with you?

“You do realize the risk you have taken, doing this.” he instead reprimanded, making your smile wider.

“And the risk I’ve avoided? Yes, Connor, I do.” you walk back to the shed, only then realizing that Dave is now sitting by the fire, an eyebrow raised at you.

As the male assassin leaves you two, your friend rolls his eyes, tossing a deformed sword to you, “Already saying yes to the proposal he isn’t doing yet, I see.”

“Shut your gob.”

Day 5: Baton

<<Day 4 // // Ao3

Anytime, anywhere is the challenge Marinette finally issued Chloe. Through an online message board no less.

So when an akumatized Chloe teleported into her bedroom at midnight, her feet hovering over the chaise, Marinette regretted forgoing sleep to join a Ladybug message board, rumored to know her secret identity, yet was really no more than roleplayers. Curiosity thought it would be funny to skip Chat and go straight for her apparently.

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