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Strength of Arms

Summary: Sif challenges Loki to an arm wrestling contest. A closer look at a mentioned scene from the pre-canon To Drive The Dark Away. For the @sifkiweek 2022 day one prompt "Battle". Sif and the princes are in the Asgardian equivalent of their teens here. Rated G.

Sif planted her elbow on the table and leaned forward, offering her slightly cupped hand to Loki. He straddled the chair opposite her and copied her pose, fitting their hands together and clasping his ridiculously long fingers around hers. He grinned at her.

Thor covered their joined hands with his own, holding them still. "Ready?" he asked, and waited for their nods. "Set..."

Sif tensed her arm muscles. Loki's eyes were a clear, soft blue as they met and held her gaze, that smile still playing about his lips.

"Go!" Thor released their hands and stepped back quickly as Sif immediately tried to slam Loki's arm down to the table's surface, but he wasn't having any of it, the strength of his attempt cancelling out hers. Their clasped hands barely wavered as the youths of Asgard gathered around them began cheering them on. Sif tuned them out, as she tuned out the gaily-lit hall, the Yule decorations, the smell of the forest brought inside. She narrowed her focus to her opponent, and her desire to win, to prove her strength equal to the young males of Asgard, to prove she had the right to train and fight alongside of them. She was holding her own, but Loki's arm refused to budge more than a hair or two in the direction she was trying to push it before returning to its upright position.

"I hope you weren't expecting an easy victory," he said, sounding all too pleased with himself.

"Nothing about you is ever easy," Sif grumbled, which was an untruth. While at times he seemed to delight in being contrary, at other times the companionship between them was relaxed and easy. When they were alone together, she did not feel the need to brag and boast of her accomplishments and what she would do one day as a warrior of the realm. He had never questioned her worth, her right to follow the path of her choosing, and in return she felt like she could just be Sif, the girl, with him instead of always having to make sure she came across as Sif, the warrior. Her arm dipped slightly to the side as her attention lapsed, and she immediately stiffened it once more before he could press the advantage.

"I like to think of it as staying interesting," said Loki cheerfully.

"What's interesting is..." She squinted. "There's something on your nose."

"That worked better that time we were camping and I could feel that insect crawling on my skin." It had driven him nearly mad trying to dislodge it while still maintaining the tension in his arm, until finally he had put that frustration into a desperate surge of strength and had flattened Sif's arm to the board, dropping her hand immediately to swat at his own nose while Thor had laughed his head off nearby. He tried to conjure up that determination now, but managed to do no more than hold his own. Some of their audience began to drift away, seeking more immediate amusement. Thor dragged a chair over and did as Loki had done, turning it around and straddling it as he sat down. He folded his arms along the backrest.

"You do realise you're supposed to be arm wrestling and not just holding hands, don't you?" he asked helpfully.

"Shut up, Thor," they chorused in perfect unison, and nearly choked on their laughter.

"You look very pretty tonight, Sif." said Loki.

"Thank you," said Sif, not thinking for a second that he was trying to do anything but distract her as she had done him, although truly, they both needed to up their game. "The dress looks well, does it not? It even has pockets."

"I said you looked pretty, not the dress," corrected Loki, "Although it does as well, of course,."

Oh, Sif thought, that was more like it, although she was under no illusions about her appearance. She had strong, bold features, and she was far from being a troll, but she knew she was no great beauty, nor did she really care about such things, not the way she cared about being respected for her skill with a blade. But if Loki truly meant it, she had no objection to him thinking so. "You flatter me, my prince. You look quite handsome yourself tonight." Up close, his black lashes stood out against the porcelain of his skin, and the flickering firelight cast his cheekbones into deep shadow. She thought of the way he had moved gracefully through the pattern of the Yule dance. She had been surprised to see him and Thor rise to follow their parents into the ritual dance for the first time, but they had looked like they belonged there, moving with stately precision and flowing around the other dancers. She dragged her mind back to the present as she felt her arm wobble and forced it back upright.

"Thank you. New tunic," he offered.

"I noticed, but I did not compliment the tunic. Although it is of course very handsome too."

Loki felt his cheeks flush slightly, although surely she was just returning his compliment to him. "I beg your pardon." His muscles were beginning to feel the extended strain on them, but Thor challenged him enough that he knew he could hold on for quite some time yet. And not just Thor, he thought of all the times his father had invited him to try his strength against him in a friendly match, and was glad now of it. Father was right, those matches honed his own strength and endurance in a way that pitting himself against boys his own age couldn't. He forced Sif's arm an inch to the left, she forced his right back. He wondered if her father ever arm wrestled with her.

"Mind you," he said, continuing with the topic of clothing because he didn't have the attention to spare to think of another one right now, "Your dress would look even better in green."

Sif was startled into laughing, and had to fight to gain back the distance as her concentration slipped and her arm tipped towards the side again. It was getting harder to return it to vertical this time, but she was far from giving in. "Would you have me be a copy of yourself?"

Loki shrugged one shoulder somewhat sheepishly. "You are currently a near copy of Thor."

Sif tried to picture Thor's tunic in her mind's eye without turning her head to look at him. Usually he sported a brighter red, but the darker hue he wore tonight suited both the season and the solemnity of the dance he'd taken part in. "Close, but not the same," she admitted. "But it's not as if my mother knew what colour his new tunic would be when she started my dress over a month ago." At least she didn't think her mother had known; she supposed it was perfectly possible that she and Queen Frigga had discussed and compared their children's new Yule clothes as they made them. "And such has always been my colour."

"Anyway," she continued. "Red and green are complementary to each other, we would look better standing together as we are than dressed more alike; why do you think your mother chose green for your colour in the first place?"

Loki was so distracted by the idea that Sif thought they looked good together that he stopped actively pushing against Si's hand for a moment and paid for it as Sif briefly overpowered him and he had to force his arm back upright with a spurt of panic-induced adrenaline. "So Thor and I would complement each other?" He had never thought about it before, and he too fought off the urge to glance at Thor .

Sif did her own one-shouldered shrug. "i think it likely. Ask her."

"i might." He thought for a moment. "If not green, then what about gold with green trim? Would that be complementary enough for you?"

Now this was getting interesting, and Sif suddenly wished they were no longer arm wrestling so she could give this conversation her full attention. "It would," she admitted, picturing herself in something like Loki was suggesting. "But I hardly have the rank to wear gold."

"It would suit you," said Loki, and for once Sif felt that he was giving her his honest opinion.

"Perhaps one day, when I have won fame as a warrior of the realm."

"I will look forward to that day."

Thor feigned a yawn, then looked up as servants began streaming into the hall once more. He straightened his posture, brightening. "Dessert is arriving," he informed his brother and Sif.

Loki unconsciously wet his lips with his tongue. Sif's eyes tracked the motion.

"Shall we call it a draw?" he suggested tentatively. "Equals in strength?"

"Am I no longer an upstart maiden?"

"Aye, you are, but fortunately for you I like upstart maidens." He gave her his best charmingly boyish grin, and Sif was not unaffected. And...the best treats would be snatched up quickly. They would fight together one day, and there was no dishonour in being of equal strength to one's own shield brother.

"A draw," Sif agreed, and let go of his hand as soon as Loki loosened his grip. She reached up to rub her upper arm as Loki shook his own tense muscles out

Thor immediately got to his feet. "A well-matched battle, well fought!" he proclaimed. "Now, let's eat!"

Loki rose and had to fight the instinct to offer her his arm, as he had been taught by his mother, either when they walked together or with certain visiting dignitaries that he was supposed to be polite to. Sif would not appreciate it, he knew; she had told him once that she did not need a man to lean on. He had never meant it thus, only a fool would think that Sif could not stand on her own two feet, but he had respected her wishes and never offered again. So now he merely waited for her to stand and walked beside her as they headed back towards the tables they had been seated at for the feast, where new and delicious-smelling dishes were being set out.

"I think I see what Sif meant about the colours," Thor observed thoughtfully on falling into step beside them and glancing back and forth between their outfits. "Sif and I blend into each other too much, but you and she -- or you and I -- stay distinct. The red and green set each other off well; you do look good together."

"Mine is maroon," said Sif.

Thor gestured vaguely. "It is a shade of red."

Loki looked back and forth between him and Sif, then him and Thor, and last of all, between Thor and Sif. "You're right." It sent a warm feeling through his chest, thinking that Sif looked better paired with him than with his brother, not to mention that his mother had apparently wished to make sure her youngest son did not merely blend into the shadow of her eldest. Suddenly emboldened, he held out his arm to her after all.

"I have been informed, Lady Sif, that we look well together. Shall we?"

The corners of Sif's lips twitched. Perhaps just this once, she thought. "Oh, well, if we look well together, far be it from me to deprive the citizenry of Asgard from admiring the way our colours complement each other." Thor snorted as she laid her hand on top of Loki's forearm. Sif thought of the way Queen Frigga carried herself when walking thus, back straight and head held high, and realised that she didn't look in the least like she was being supported by the man escorting her. She looked like she was granting him an honour. Oh, Sif thought, and glanced at Loki's face, seeing something in his expression that told her she was right. Still... "Just don't expect this to become a habit, Odinson."

"Perhaps just on special occasions?" suggested Loki hopefully, feeling a little giddy at having Sif on his arm.

"Yes," said Sif, "At something like a high feast, you may ask." She looked ahead as they neared her table and met her mother's eyes. She looked very pleased to see what she no doubt considered to be Sif walking like a proper lady on the arm of one of the princes. "Unless my mother starts going on about my future marriage prospects based on this," she added darkly.

Loki glanced from Lady Gná, who did have a certain gleam in her eyes. Loki nearly jerked his arm away, but Sif curled her fingers into his forearm and refused to let go.

"Oh no," she warned. "You wanted this. How do you think it would look if you snatched your arm away now?"

"Sorry. Just reflex. Tell her I acted only as a well-mannered gentleman ought if she presumes anything." He looked towards his own mother and saw that while she too was looking at them, the pleased fondness on her face did not cause him any concern. Sif let go of his arm as they reached her seat and Loki inclined his head towards her parents.

"Lady Gná, General Tyr, I hope you are enjoying the feast."

"Indeed we are." Lady Gná smiled at him in a motherly fashion. "It was good to see you and Prince Thor in the dance this year; your parents must have been very proud of you."

"We like to think so," broke in Thor, deliberately drawing her attention to him. "And speaking of dancing, Sif, you'll join Loki and I for some dancing later, won't you?"

"I'd love to -- If I'm not too full to move." Sif grinned at them as she placed a delicate marzipan swan on her plate, and then added a green-tinted frog to keep it company.

"I'm sure Bragi will be able to keep us all entertained with his tales until our food has settled," Loki said. The skald was a master of his craft, and Loki always enjoyed his performances. "No need to stint on dessert -- unless yours runs away." He sent a flick of seidr towards Sif's plate, and Sif started back as the frog stirred into life and hopped across her plate, the swan lifting and stretching its wings.

Lady Gná exclaimed in delight, echoed by her husband's chuckle, and Sif watched in fascination, trying to see the molded candy that she knew was still in the same place she had set them down and not the illusions, but she simply could not. "I am afraid I cannot allow Sir Froggie to escape my plate," said Sif, and tried to touch the illusion just before it hopped off, causing it to vanish in a shimmer of green magic. She smiled, watching as the swan turned its head to look at her. "It is charming, Loki; I almost hate to dispel it." But she did, reaching out with one finger as if to stroke the swan's feathers. There was another shimmer of seidr, and the swan was no more than a piece of candy again. She considered it for a moment. "How am I supposed to eat it now with the memory of it looking at me though?"

"I'll take it if you don't want it." Thor reached for the swan.

Sif smacked his hand away. "The feeling will pass. Go and eat your own animals."

"She's right, Thor. We'd better go before Father eats your dragon."

"He would not!" exclaimed Thor in a shocked voice. "He knows the dragon is mine."

"I expect he also hopes that you are old enough not to throw a temper tantrum again if he eats it one year."

"I did not throw a temper tentrum! I was just...upset. I had been looking forward to getting a marzipan dragon for weeks."

Thor still sounded woeful at the memory. Tantrum, mouthed Loki to Sif and her family, and Sif had to fight back a snicker.

"You had best go and claim your preferred pieces, then," said Tyr.

"We will," said Thor firmly. "Come, Loki."

Loki said a hasty goodbye as Thor half-pulled him off his feet in his hurry to get back to their own table, and Lady Gná smiled after him.

"Such a polite boy," she praised. "Frigga's raised him well." She looked at her daughter, beaming. "You two make a handsome couple, you know."

Sif rolled her eyes; here it comes, she thought. "So we have been told," she said in a voice that suggested this was a boring topic, move along please. Although... "Mother, do you know why Queen Frigga chose green as Loki's colour?"

Her mother looked blank for a moment at the apparent change of subject, then thoughtful. "Actually, I remember her dressing him in a quite a few blue things when he was just a baby, a darker shade then the ones she favours. The colour brought out his eyes nicely, but then she shifted to greens. I think she might have said something about it complementing Thor's red better."

Sif nearly choked on a bite of flaky pastry as she huffed out a laugh.

"Are you all right?" Gná asked in concern.

"Yes, fine. Just swallowed wrong." She looked towards the high table with a grin. She hoped Loki asked his mother, but if not, she could tell him. Although -- Sif tipped her head, considering. Loki did wear colours other than green, of course, it was just the predominant one in his wardrobe. She could think of a couple of blue shirts he'd had over the years, and her mother was right, they did make the blue of his eyes more noticeable. She tried to picture Loki in more blue -- a blue cloak, more blue tunics, blue accents on his leathers. It was unexpectedly hard, and she couldn't quite picture him in the darker shades her mother had mentioned. Lighter or more medium shades like his mother often wore would suit him better, she decided, perhaps something like steel blue. Perhaps the queen had discovered the same thing, and had switched to green for Loki instead to avoid looking too similar.

But yes, Sif decided judiciously, Loki would look good in blue too.

#ficwoodelf #sifkiweek #loki #sif #sifki #strength of arms #thor #sifki week 2022 #much apologies for the lateness #this past week has been impossible for writing unless i stay up all night #i would have had this posted tuesday except i couldn't figure out the closing lines #it was supposed to end with them breaking for dessert #i had it sounding good in my head while i was thinking it out in the bath #but by the time i could actually get on the computer again the exact phrasing that made them sound like closing lines was gone #i've done nothing online today except try to get this to end #and it kept going and going #and then took a sudden unexpected turn into something with an underlying meaning #which hopefully people will get

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sabertoothwalrus · 6 days

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modern au laios

#the shirt is one she's had since high school 10 yrs prior and won't admit that it doesn't fit anymore #dungeon meshi #transfem laios #laios touden #agender laios #my art #kept going back n forth whether to post this now or save it til I have more but I don't think I'll get to it lol

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malewifesband · 4 days

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people do correctly identify that laios is autistic fairly often but a lot of the reasoning begins and ends with his special interest and social difficulties, but honestly it goes far deeper into the build of his character than just those two things

his pain tolerance is wildly inconsistent, unable to tolerate a drop of hot oil (or any heat) but able to shrug off both his leg being bitten off and it being reattached

hes sensory seeking in the extreme. he rubs the bat bones against his face, pets and fluffs the shapeshifter tail.

his desire to eat monsters comes from three very autistic places. 1) the rules for why monsters are not okay to eat but animals are are arbitrary to him so he cannot follow them easily: he cannot understand the 'feelings' argument others make. 2) this too is a sensory seeking behavior. he wants to experience these new things, new flavors and new textures. 3) it completes his knowledge of the monster in question to also have data on its edibility. because he cannot draw that arbitrary line around all monsters, he wants to evaluate them case-by-case and see if real patterns emerge. butchering and eating the monsters improves his knowledge of them greatly and highlights their importance in their ecosystem, as well as making him a part of that same ecosystem

he cannot emote the way others expect him to. he compartmentalizes his feelings (to an unhealthy degree) because he needs a pragmatic solution. so as long as there is a problem to solve, that matters far more than evaluating his emotions and allowing himself to experience them. while this is also a coping mechanism for ptsd, it is a trait found in many autistic people regardless of trauma, as we have trouble sorting the feelings we have and often need time to think about what we feel, so it becomes easier to simply not do it and pretend we dont need to. laios emotions certainly affect him, with or without his processing them, but others do not see what they expect to see and thus dismiss that he is feeling what they would feel

he is incredibly gifted with pattern recognition, observation, and analysis within realms he understands. to understand subjects that dont come easily to him, he must filter them through his established schema (his special interest--this is why they are so special! they help us sort the world). when he isnt sure about the social cues and details hes observed in the shapeshifter arc, he filters it through the lens he understands best: monsters. he was making correct observations about his friends all along, but he could not be confident in that the way he was about their behavior when it came to his interest (chilchucks caution, senshis passions, and marcilles carelessness)

#laios touden #dungeon meshi #i can go on but ive kept this spoiler free for the anime onlies

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aloekat · 25 days

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his ass is NOT grant o’brien!!!!

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corpish · 2 months

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#thought of these while at the gym today #and honestly could have kept going #anyways…choose!!!#poll

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abisalli · 4 months

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detective work 🔍❓

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #dc comics #my art #digital art #this started with Chibi batman and then I just kinda kept going #I've been looking into opening my own sticker shop lately because I have accumulated a bunch of sticker designs #so coming march or april you may be able to get your very own abisablli sticker designs :)#batfamily

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wispscribbles · 4 months

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that one scene in treasure planet

#ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #ghoap #cod fanart #doodle #my art #Ghost: “I love u.” Soap: “Are u dying?????”#Ghost who gets a concussion and forgets that he's supposed to hide how he feels for Soap >>>>#ive had this idea in my head for a year but kept forgetting i hadn't actually drawn it #someone’s probably already done this but I haven’t seen it #so here ya go

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alienssstufff · 3 months

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ETHO - BDUBS - GEM Designs for Season 10!

They be pirates :]

Every new smp/series I come across- i like to assign an overarching theme to it and this hc season is no different:

The mainland of Season 10 is riddled with pirates and cowboys. Each hermit is wanted of some charge, for one reason or another. As initiation, losing a life will remove that bounty and that hermit can start fresh. But becoming the last survivor, that hermit will be gifted the Treasure of the Island (whatever the reward Grian says it is 😭)

#stufffsart #character concept stufff #geminitay #etho #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo #Bdubs #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitblr #mcytblr #been wanting to put more meaning into my design choices and explaining it :]#been chipping away at this since day 2 of the server it just kept going and going..

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ariadne-mouse · 28 days

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Sometimes self care as a DM is taking a break to be your PC with 8 INT

#critical role #cr spoilers #op #c3 #c3e92 #this is assuming Matt is going to shortly be Dariax #for legal reasons this is a joke and Matt certainly could have kept going as-is and this interlude was likely planned for plot reasons etc

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dreamerdagn · 1 year

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my tears of the kingdom experience so far

#catfishchat #totk #things really opened up for me when I realized that any time I was frustrated I could go somewhere else #edit: I do really wish I'd kept the essence of If It Sucks Hit Da Bricks #esp since my point wasn't about warping but the fact that you can leave almost any situation #you can warp you can jump you ascend you can hit da bricks #but I said warp and the pic is of him jumping so Hit Da Bricks didn't make sense #catfish post #loz

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bluerosefox · 9 months

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Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU!

"Danyal, its time to end this game and return with me."

Danny should had known Clockwork had something in mind when he sent him on this mission. He knew he should had been suspicious of the time keeper when he noticed the little 'this is going to be fun' smile on his face when he sent Danny off into the portal.

"Get back here you demon spawn 2.0!"

But how was he supposed to know that he'd wake up in this world version of himself in a pit full of corrupted (AND NASTY) ectoplasim at the tender age of five or that when he swam up to the surface he'd be meeting face to face with what was apparently a cult.

"-O just spotted him a block away! I'll try to cut itty bitty bridie off!"

An Assassins Cult his, new to him, loving yet a little insane mother was in charge of (though during the few months he stayed in the compound he heard rumors and gossip from maids and others alike that if his grandfather returned from the dead he'll take over once again, no doubt punish Talia for creating another heir after the failure of the last one, most likely was going to kill Danny and that... that was can of worms Danny didn't wanna deal with yet)

"Ten bucks says they try to stab RR when we get the feral thing home"

"...Losers bet...."

Danny had lived with his mother for a while after being brought back from the 'dead' for apparently the first time, it turned out training a five year old with an actual sword and a dumbass hidden revenge seeking teacher was a terrible idea.

"I swear if this one tries to murder me like the others I'm asking Zatanna if there is a curse on me."

He dealt with her high demands of perfection, the endless training, and the constant comparisons to his apparent older brother Damain... Who didn't know Danny, or rather Danyal existed.

Nor did his father (when Danny, using his powers he's kept hidden since 'waking' up in this Realm, he sneaked his way around the base and discovered how he came into the world. And tbh he couldn't blame his mom how she made him, she was an assassin first and foremost, being naturally pregnant would had painted a target on her for to long... but he also felt it was unfair and an asshole move on his unsuspecting father as well)

"As your elder brother I demand you to stop running!"

Now don't get him wrong, he did like his new mother (total badass assassin lady and all that) and he knew she loved him in her own... deadly way. But yeah, she really shouldn't be taking care of kids. He could tell she struggled with wanting to be a normal mother but her first instinct after so many years was to be an assassin first.

Something she was trying to engrave into Danny with as well.

"Ah, hello Beloved. I see you've learned of our Danyal."

"Talia. Back away from him and leave Gotham now."

"I can not do that. The League needs an heir and since Damian refuses to return... I have decided to create a new one and I shall not be leaving until he returns with me."

"Talia."

Hence why when Danny, or rather Danyal al Ghul had gotten decent control over his powers he decided to leave the League. Again nothing wrong with the life his mom leads, to each their own, but he... really, really didnt want to be an assassin. Or an assassin heir.

So here he was, after almost a year on the run, using his powers and training to out smart and out maneuver his mother and her many band of Assassins, in Gotham. One of the last places he ever wanted to run to cause he knew his father and brother lived here.

It was just his luck that his mother had managed to intercept his train ride that passed into Gotham for a few hours and forced him to run into the city...

Add her assassins into the mix and running into Robin, who heard from Oracle his mother had been spotted chasing a young boy across the city, that same night.

After that it became a full on "catch me if you can" chase for not only his mother but for the batclan as well.

And after two whole days of chase, it seemed like the final showdown was about to begin because everyone was on top of this rooftop, his mother and her assassins on one side, his father and the batclan on the other and Danny well... he was right in the middle of all of it.

He just had to hope no one would notice him once the fighting started...

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #basicly Danny is sent on a mission by CW #he wakes up in the DC version of himself in the pits after being killed and Talia tossing him in #he was created by Talia since shes head of the LOA now and needs her own heir #but she once again wants Bruce's bloodline in it so she used some leftover dna she still had #so no one knows Danny was created until he left about a year later #danny has his ghost powers since he took a dip in the pits #but had to relearn some control and kept it secret #he knows his mom would see it as 'the pits granted my heir its powers.' mindset #so hes been on the run #and didnt wanna go to Gotham cause... his dad dresses as a gaint bat #and dont get him started on the rest of the batfam #he doesnt wanna be an assassin or a crime fighting furry #in case some people didnt get it. the words being spoken happen when Danny is running all across Gotham away from those after him #guess who said what lol #i want danny to be completely independent and trying to take care of himself tbh #but hes still baby to everyone else #talia is slowy becoming a little unhinged due to being the Demon Head now #maybe due to the stress of it all? or maybe due to a curse? idk

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gambeque · 2 months

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short

#started w an acht doodle and just.. kept going #anyways #playin w colors i feel like theyre a lil too bright on my phone ⚰️#hshshhs #myart #splatoon #splatoon 3 #side order #agent 8 #acht splatoon #dedf1sh #pearlina #marina ida #pearl houzuki

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justaz · 5 months

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country bumpkin merlin not knowing anything about city life and accidentally courting arthur without knowing

merlin, watching gwen give lancelot her favor: why do you do that

gwen, heart eyes at lance and not paying that much attention to the conversation: so he knows i’m rooting for him

merlin, with an Idea: ah.

gwaine, lover of chaos, pisser offer of nobles and royals alike, ultimate wingman: merlin…you have such lonely lips. shall i introduce them to mine?

merlin, unaware of the game gwaine is playing: so you can steal my breath away? i think not, scoundrel

arthur, crushing his goblet in his hand:

merlin: arthur’s been in a bad mood recently :( i should cheer him up

merlin, remembering when arthur was put out when merlin brought morgana flowers and not him: i know just the thing

merlin, bringing a bouquet of carnations, roses, and tulips and setting them on arthur’s table while he’s eating breakfast: good morning, sire

arthur, trained on flower language in hopes that one day when he was to take a queen he could woo her easily, trying not to audibly choke on his sausage as he reads merlin’s declaration of love sitting in front of him:

arthur, who recently found out about merlin’s magic and was trying to find a way to bring it up, catching him in the act and watching merlin panic to explain himself:

merlin, Freaking: and i swear to you arthur, i have only ever used it for you. my magic is yours. my life is yours. i am yours. i would never do anything to harm you. i have protected you for years and will continue to do so at your side if you’ll have me

arthur, already believing them to be courting, desperately trying to figure out if that was a proposal for marriage or not but tired of being confused and deciding fuck it: here.

merlin, taking it: i…uh…huh?

arthur, watching merlin with hawk eyes and trying to figure out what he’s thinking and feeling: it’s my mothers sigil

merlin, confused as FUCK but is focusing on the fact that arthur is handing him something of his mother rather than a death sentence: my…my lord?

arthur, realizing how scared merlin’s must be about him finding out about his magic and trying to comfort him while also proposing, killing two birds with one stone: i will always keep you at my side, merlin, so long as we both shall live. if you’ll allow me.

merlin, almost collapsing with relief and tearing up, smiling at arthur as if he had parted the storm clouds to allow sun to shine down on them in that moment: of course…of course, arthur. always and forever.

merlin, watching the castle staff rush this way and that: wow. this banquet must be incredibly important

sir leon the long suffering, day one ride or die, one of the original merthur shippers: banquet? merlin, this is for your wedding

merlin, overworked and exhausted: my WHAT? to WHO??

leon, regretting everything he’s ever done in his life that led him to this moment: to…arthur?

merlin, over joyed but also absolutely befuddled: i’m getting married to ARTHUR?????

leon: you two have been courting for the past year or so, have you not?

merlin: i’ve been COURTING ARTHUR?????? FOR A YEAR?????????

#merthur #i spent like an hour researching medieval courting rituals to make this #and even then #i did not find much #so if there’s someone out there who is like weirdly knowledgeable about 6th century courting rituals #feel free to add on #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #sir gwaine #sir leon #sir lancelot #guinevere #i literally started this post bc i was thinking about the misunderstanding between merlin and gwen and merlin’s giving arthur his favor #and then i kept going #but i didn’t have much else in the ole noggin to write #i’m sorry #please forgive me

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