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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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The Arcana HCs: Giving first aid to the M6 when it's MC's fault that they're slightly hurt

~ you already know I had to do the reverse scenario! Link to part 1 below. Bone apple teeth - brainrot ~

- to set the scene -

You had recently been struck with some inspiration regarding a new spell idea and were frantically scribbling it down in your trusty notebook. You weren't sure how you would implement it, but if you could somehow combine latent spell magic with a time piece you might be able to set specific delays for it to take place ...

As you sharpen your pencil between pages of half formed plans, you hear the sound of the door opening and closing as your beloved walks in. As soon as they ask you about what you're up to, you're animatedly spewing your thought process. Just as they come up behind you for a hello kiss, you fling your hands wide in exasperation and the pencil in your hand smacks them across the face. Now you're turning around to see them wide-eyed, a tiny bead of blood welling up on their cheekbone.

Julian

Barely a moment's hesitation. This is his chance. This is his time to shine. There is so much dramatic potential for this.

See the drama, feel the drama, BE THE DRAMA

"Alas! Home I have come to greet my beloved, and I am met with the sharpest of lead!"

"Julian, darling, it's just a scratch."

"Tis the smallest of wounds doth smart the most. I am stung with the might of a thousand papercuts!"

He's throwing his whole body into the part at this point, staggering around the living room with one hand clasped over his cheek and the other tearing open his shirt to clutch at his chest

He definitely bangs his knee on a side table as he collapses onto the sofa while you approach him with your handkerchief

"Hold still, I need to wipe it off."

Clutching at you dramatically, not so subtly trying to pull you down on top of him while you dab at his cheek

"Tell me good doctor, is this to be my end? The light ... it calls to me ... is that you, mother? Say it isn't so! For I am held by my beloved angel as they tend to my wounds with all tenderness."

"You should be fine now, it's not even bleeding anymore."

Refuses to let you leave the couch

"I dare not ask you to stay by my side with this disfigurement, but let me at least know the sweetness of your kiss one last time -"

"You really don't need to be this dramatic-"

"I AM THE DRAMA"

You won't even be able to see the scratch in the morning, but his knee will be stiff for the rest of the week

Asra

Sputtering slightly, they didn't expect to get smacked in the face while bringing you tea

Doesn't realize he's injured, you were just getting to a really good point about release mechanisms and there's this tie dye inspired glitter bomb he's been working on for a while now ...

Wait, you look upset. What's wrong, how can they help, here's your tea, what's bothering you?

He's bleeding? He'll chuckle slightly as a single wave of his fingers heals it entirely, he's touched at your concern but it's nothing to get that upset about

Now you're pouting slightly, and it's adorable, and oh they can tease you about this can't they

He knows how to bide his time though, you've all but forgotten about it until later that evening when you're working on your shop inventory and he puts his hands up and freezes when he walks by

"Asra? What's wrong?"

"Oh nO, noT tHe PenCiL!"

When you wake up the next morning and go to start breakfast every knife and fork in the drawer has been enchanted to jump out of your fingers as soon as you pick them up

"Asra? What is this?!"

A smug, half-asleep voice floats across to you from the bed:

"You can't be trusted with pointy objects, MC, I want to keep my eyeballs."

"How am I supposed to make toast?!"

"I don't know MC, probably without giving the stove salamander cause to believe that it is is about to get skewered as well."

Nadia

Looking at you with both eyebrows raised, one hand slowly moving to touch her cheek

You're immediately scrambling to heal it with magic, promising it won't leave a scar, you're so sorry, it was an accident

She'll allow you to heal her and let you spew your apologies, one eyebrow raised as she regards you with a quiet smirk

"Tell me, MC, exactly how much damage could you do with a pencil?"

You're not sure if she's teasing you or genuinely curious, but hey, since she's asking may as well tell her

It's not hard to come up with ideas, half of effective magic use is creativity

The longer you talk, the more she shifts from amusement to awe. She knew that you would make a formidable foe, but with the right prompt your skillset and creativity are downright terrifying

Truly, a worthy court magician and life partner

She will develop a new habit from this, of pointing at mundane objects and asking you how you would weaponize it

Every time you answer she falls in love with you a little more

One time during a meeting with a power hungry courtier she got tired of his manipulative attempts and pointed at the quill pen in his hand

"Tell me, court magician, how could you most effectively use that to damage someone?"

She took great delight in watching the courtier's face slowly drain of color as you answered in gleeful detail

Muriel

Didn't really feel it, he gets whacked in the face way harder by tree branches all the time

But now you're reaching up at him, so gently, brushing your fingertips across his cheek with traces of magic and the most vulnerable look in your eyes

Are you? Are you about to kiss him? Okay, here goes -

You are now very confused. You just slashed him across the face with your pencil, and then he kissed you out of nowhere while you were trying to heal the scratch???

You're not complaining but you don't exactly follow the thought process here either

Now the two of you are looking at each other in awkward silence, blushing heavily while Inanna whines from secondhand embarrassment

Cue one of the most painful conversations you've ever had with him, the two of you stumbling over half-sentences as you explain yourselves, slowly wishing you could sink into the floor

At one point he asks why you didn't move away if you weren't trying to initiate a kiss, he didn't want to do anything you weren't asking for

When you tell him that you like him asking for affection his face goes up in flames

He still isn't comfortable touching you out of nowhere though, so now he has a little ritual of putting a pencil in your hand before he leans in for a kiss, so you know what to expect and have time to move away if you don't want it

Portia

"... Did you just stab me?"

Mostly just laughing in disbelief, she didn't see it coming and the look on your face is priceless

Won't let you near the scratch at first

"No, it's my battle scar! I look so cool with it, stop trying to wipe it away!"

Once you mention healing magic her interest is piqued, so she'll allow it

Now she wants you to teach her. It's been obvious that she has an affinity for magic, and being able to smooth over a scratch or blister or burn from baking would be a real lifesaver

The tricky thing is that learning healing magic requires some kind of injury to heal

You spend the evening practicing on some of the fruits in her gardens that have gotten a bit banged up, and then the next afternoon you stop by the kitchen with her to offer your healing services to the chefs

When she runs out of practice volunteers there, the two of you take to wandering the halls of the palace, asking whoever passes you if they've been recently injured and are willing to be practiced on

Nadia finds you in the gardens, asking one of the poor botanists if they know of anyone who's recently run into the poison ivy

"Portia, MC. Good afternoon. Would either of you be willing to enlighten me as to why several maids have reported concerns of illegal medical experimentation?"

She's amused by your explanation but you're not allowed to do magic practice on strangers any more

Lucio

This time it's your turn to say "oopsie", with the smuggest grin on your face

"MC! How could you!"

Cupping his cheek with his hand and giving you the biggest kicked puppy expression he can handle

Is he actually hurt? No. Can he even feel it? No.

Is this a potential way to get extra attention and affection from you? Yes, and he fully intends to take advantage of that

Will let you heal it because he likes the way your hand feels on his face but will keep using the fact that it happened to milk the situation

"How about a kiss, MC? You're busy? Too bad, and my cheek was really feeling sore too ..."

Pretty soon you can't deny him anything without him sending you the biggest puppy eyes and raising a hand (or gauntlet) to his cheek

"Lucio, that's the wrong side. I scratched you on the other cheek."

He'll rapidly switch over, sputtering the whole time with a blush and pout

"It's still sore! So can I get that kiss now?"

Eventually you get a little fed up and threaten to undo your healing magic. That slows him down a bit

Is it actually possible to "undo" healing magic? Probably not. Are you going to take the lack of attempts at guilt tripping anyway? Absolutely

He does pick up a habit of threatening people with pencils though

#the arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #muriel of the kokhuri

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pssysht · 9 months

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semi- colon ~ drarry part 1.

top draco

bottom harry

~ Use a semicolon to join two related independent clauses in place of a comma and a coordinating conjunction

‘but sir!’ harry protests, completely infuriated by snapes decision to pair draco and himself together for a potion assignment.

‘i don’t wish to hear it mr potter.’ snape mumbled as his cloak swished behind him and he sauntered back to the front of the room.

‘now your lab partners have been…allocated…you have 1 week, no more no less, to gather ingredients… and to create Felix Felicis goo… a… perfect… batch..’

harry groaned as snape slowly and painfully talked, rolling his eyes he looked over at malfoy who was already glaring at him. harry scoffed and faced the front again. this is ridiculous. it’s as if snape wanted harry to die, which now that he thought about it, was probably the exact reason they were paired together.

as harry collected his books and scurried out of the room his arm was caught by a strong grip. he turned to see a seething malfoy.

‘ok potter. seen as we have no choice. slytherin dorms at 8’ he scoffed before shoving past harry. harry’s jaw dropped at the sheer audacity of him. ordering him around like he’s his secretary. he shook his head, leaving the room finally to meet hermione and ron.

‘blimey harry, i wouldn’t want to be you right now’ ron laughed as harry explained his painful hour in potions.

‘thanks ron’ harry’s voice dull and unimpressed.

‘well i think you’ll have the best chance at creating the brew as malfoy is the best at potions’ hermione tried to share some light in the situation but harry just groaned and slammed his head against the dining table, unable to see the positives of spending a week after school with draco malfoy.

as it turned 8 o’clock harry stood by the slytherin entrance, waiting to be allowed in as the painting glared at him.

‘what?’ harry whispered annoyingly at the portrait who just turned his nose up and looked away. suddenly the door flew open as pansy parkinson allowed him in.

‘his rooms over to the right’ she sighed before walking away quickly. harry looked over to see a large oak door with the words ‘enter you die’ written in red ink over the wood. harry scoffed before knocking harshly, just wanting to get this night over with.

the door opened slowly and malfoy stood in a simple black shirt and sweatpants, opening the door wider for him. harry slipped in without a word before looking around and realising it to be a private dorm, with only one bed, a dresser, a wardrobe and a small chest at the foot of the bed.

‘of course’ harry laughed before dramatically dropping his bag on the floor and sitting on the chest.

‘so… what’s the plan’ harry asked as he looked back at malfoy who had already sat back down at his desk turned away from the boy.

‘was hoping you’d have the answer to that potter’ he sneered and spun around waiting. harry sighed and pulled out a piece of parchment with a quill.

‘what are the ingredients’ harry said, boredom dripping from his voice.

‘4 oz dragon liver ooze, 1/2 teaspoon occamy shell, 1 teaspoon squill bulb juice, 2-3 drops salamander blood, dash of murtlap tentacles.’ draco said way too quickly for harry’s hand to scribble down.

‘you lost me at 1/2 teaspoon’

draco groans before grabbing his wand and casting harry’s quill to pull away from harry’s hand to write the ingredients quickly.

‘ok… so what now’ harry’s unimpressed expression clear.

draco threw his head forward and sighed, he stood up, pushing harry off the chest and opening it up, grabbing a jar from the bottom corner. before he could close it harry saw a stack off old leather notepads, and almost giggled at the obviousness of draco malfoy keeping a diary for every year at hogwarts.

‘this is the squill bulb juice, tomorrow we will have to find a salamander.’ draco holds the jar up to harry’s face, its contents swishing around slowly, glowing in the slight darkness of the room.

‘fine’ harry scoffed before picking up his bag and leaving, there was not a single point of that interaction, he could have been playing chess with ron or watching neville dance around the room in his fancy shoes. anything is more entertaining than that small time spent with him.

the next morning he’s rudely awoken by ron shaking him.

‘dracos waiting for you mate’ ron laughed as harry slammed his head back into his pillow and screamed.

as he threw on his clothes he cursed the day malfoy was born, how if his mother didn’t find lucius the slightest bit attractive he could be sleeping in right now, rather than spending the morning with a blonde slightly attrac- annoying git.

‘why do i have such the pleasure to see your face so early in the morning malfoy’ harry complains as he steps out of the gryfindor dorm. draco rolls his eyes before turning and walking away. is he seriously asking him to follow behind?

either way harry drags his feet behind him, waiting to be told the reason for his early bird morning. draco continues to walk as he leaves the castle, entering the small wooded area, thankfully less scary than the forbidden forest a few miles to the right.

they come across a lake, filled with weird creatures.

‘get in’ draco says his first words, and harry looks at him with his mouth open.

‘you’re kidding’ harry protests, standing back slightly. draco shakes his head and aggressively points to the water edge.

‘we need salamander blood’ he shrugs. potter looks at him in disbelief as he turns his head from draco to the water and back to draco repeatedly.

‘why don’t you get in’ harry is for sure not being woken up before the sun has even really revealed itself and then forced into a cold lake. draco looks at him with his eyebrow raised, of course hes not going in.

‘i have the first ingredient already in my room, it’s your responsibility to find the next.’ he states matter of factly. harry slowly approaches the water edge, seeing multiple creatures resembling the one he’s looking for, as he’s about to turn around draco pushes his rather harshly into the water. harry gasps as the cold water hits his body. he lays in shock until a loud laugh is heard from behind him, he turns to see draco keeled over in a fit of laughter, slapping his knee.

‘malfoy… you’re going to die’ harry explains calmly, before reaching for his wand and forcing draco into the water too. draco’s face forces harry into a fit of laughter too, his hair flat to his head.

harry looks around and notices the ruckus they made entering the water scared all the salamanders away, except for a small one with its tail stuck under dracos leg.

‘draco don’t move’ harry explains calmly, his hand slowly reaching for his leg. draco being draco screams at the unknown and jumps out of the water.

‘what.the.fuck’ harry sighs as the only creature left in this lake rushes away.

and so, draco and harry spent the next hour jumping and diving to catch a salamander, finally capturing an old slow one. as they walk back to the castle, dripping wet and freezing, harry realised this morning had actually been a little enjoyable, minus the fact draco was there too.

‘see you same time tomorrow potter’ malfoy mutters before walking the opposite direction to shower.

‘wait wha-‘

and he kept his promise, the next morning harry is yet again woken up at the crack of dawn to sneak into snapes cupboard of ingredients for dragon liver ooze, which may be cheating but how exactly are they supposed to retrieve it the traditional way without dying?

‘you barely survived the tournament with the dragon, this is easier’ draco whispered as they snuck into the very small cupboard. their backs touch as they search opposite walls scouring for the bottle.

‘you know if we get caught im going to blame this entirely on you’ harry said while still scanning each isle. draco chuckles and suddenly throws himself back into harry, causing potters hand to swipe a bottle of pearl dust off the shelf, resulting in a very shimmery explosion as it smashed against the floor.

‘malfoy! you’re going to get us killed!’ harry yelled, trying to scoop up the substance. draco just smirked before leaning over harry, grabbing the bottle they were searching for and dashes out the door, leaving a very incriminating scene for harry to explain. harry curses and dashes out the room, catching up to malfoy out of breath.

‘we are so gunna get caught’ he says as he heavily breathes, leaning onto the wall. malfoy shrugs before walking away, promising to see him the next morning.

#harry potter #harry/draco #top draco malfoy #bottom harry potter #drarry

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moodymisty · 5 months

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It’s good that in the Salamander, civilian and Night Lord (knight, princess and dragon) dynamic the Salamander wins and saves their beloved little mortal in the end. All the hugs and kisses for your big brave space marine who loves you so so much and did everything in his power to save you!!

Because, could you imagine if the worst really did happen? If your Salamander loved you, but not enough to save you? Or maybe the horrible nature of the galaxy you live in behaved as it always does, and nobody genuinely cared enough for you to even question your disappearance? I mean, wouldn’t it just be terrible if a strong and scary astartes stole you away? (twirling my hair) If nobody even protested it because what are you in the end, but one mortal?

Wouldn’t it just be terrifying to wake up late at night and see the tapetum lucidum of his eyes shining brightly at the foot of your bed? That glow which once brought comfort to you with the knowledge that one of the Salamanders, your protectors (they were supposed to be your protectors) were nearby, now having been turned on its head. (giddily kicking my feet)

It’d probably be so frightening, you know. With him being so in love with you. He’s probably never felt these kinds of feelings before, and he couldn’t possibly let that chance pass him by. The cloaks he gifts you would be so comfortable if you didn’t know who they were made from. Not dissimilar to his affection towards you, since there’s always a hint of something inhumanly monstrous lurking in the darkness of his eyes. (Scribbling bright pink love hearts around a photo of a night lord). It’s like he’s teetering at the edge of some abyss, and you’re not even sure what for. Because if he wanted to maim you he would’ve done it weeks ago, and if he wanted to kill you then he would’ve done it the first time you met. And yet that hunger in his eyes only gets stronger and stronger the more time he spends around you. And you’re afraid of what will happen when he looks into that abyss, and finally chooses to fall.

… but that’s all in the past now! Your Salamander spouse would never let any harm happen to you, especially not from another space marine. So you shouldn’t worry yourself over things that will never ever happen. ;)

Putting this ask on the fridge because you got an A fucking + in understanding the dynamic. Like I am vibrating anon you and I are on the same brain wave. I dearly hope I add some things to your musings that you enjoy. tw dubcon and manipulation probably?

This all really plays into this idea that's common in some media; You didn't think you were worth anything, no one listened no one cared not even the Salamander you were close with did, but yet that Night Lord put enough effort into stealing you away. Showing interest in you, keeping you alive, fighting other Night Lords that try and break into his private quarters to get at the little human he guards like a hound with it's kill. Sometimes he returns to you with blood on his armored fingers, splattered across his cheeks. Is it possible to feel safe, but horrifically unsafe around the same man?

Your Salamanders never made you feel this way, but they're not here, only your Night Lord that makes your heart race when he's just barely visible in the shadows of the room with emotions that conflict each other.

He's obsessive, he adores you; But is it the kind of adoration you want? Is it a passing phase, or are you two intertwined forever? Do you want to be intertwined however, when his eyes are like pitch black voids that seem to pull you in deeper each time you struggle?

...Should you struggle?

Because the way he looks at you is like you have something he wants, but you don't know what it is. Do you want to know? Is it yet another level to the emotions and actions he's now getting to experience, or is it that hunger that you see when his eyes land on you? The same hunger that you see when he's sealed in his armor and staring down at another Night Lord that's sniffing around you- like he's about to tear him apart and enjoy doing it.

You'll never have all the answers with him. There will always be things that swirl around in his head you'll never know, and there will always be this tingling on the back of your neck that tells you to run.

Thankfully it's all just a horrible nightmare, and your lovely Salamander comforts you and reassures you that would never happen. :3

#tw dubcon #playing it safe with the tws i hope that will help anyone not interested avoid it #thanks for the A+ scenario to play in my head while falling asleep anon excuse my ramblings #It's the weekend it's cold I'm cozy in bed it started RAINING and I have this to read? fucking incredible night #Misty's book club #warhammer 40k x reader #space marine x reader #The Yandere Salamander Saga

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tagedeszorns · 2 years

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Stained Glass Primarchs: Corvus Corax

And another one of the brothers got his very own cathedral window.

Now it's just the Khan, Horus, Angron and Perturabo left. And I think that will exactly be the order I'm drawing them in (I already started scribbling Jaghatai, because I'm reading White Scars-stuff right now. I'm into happy-little-Legions-literature at the moment. Salamanders and White Scars ... maybe I needed that after all the Crimson Fist/Black Templar-despair!)

#Warhammer #Horus Heresy #Raven Guard #Primarch #Corvus Corax #Warhammer 40k #WH40k #Stained Glass #Adeptus Astartes #Space Marines #Loyalist Legion

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lookbluesoup · 1 year

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How did Nahte respond to being granted the Kojin blessing by Soroban, allowing him to breathe underwater as if in air?

Was he a strong swimmer previously? Or did he have a feline dislike for water? Perhaps he took to swimming during his time in Limsa?

Did his interest in animals and potential pets extend to the world under the sea? Did he enjoy the opportunity to see fish and corals in their own environment? Perhaps meeting Isobe gave him an interest in adopting a similarly talented otter, should the opportunity arise?

Has he enjoyed making use of the blessing in more recent times? Perhaps he has retrieved a lustrous pearl as a gift for A'mahl? Or searched for any remaining ruins of the unsundered world that are sunk deep beneath the waves?

Thanks so much for this ask! :D It was a lot of fun to think about!

Nahte loves being able to breathe underwater! I imagine realistically it's... a little bit uncomfortable getting over the mental block to inhale water, and to cough all that liquid up again when you return to land, but that's a small price to pay for being able to traverse so much new terrain!

Really he's never been very shy about swimming. Not unlike a jaguar or tiger, he took to it naturally growing up. Water is valuable cover for a hunter - you don't leave tracks, and if you're careful, you don't make much noise. Plus, there's fish in there! What cat doesn't like fish??

He also did take work once with a tribe of fisherwomen Sunseekers during one of his earliest visits to Limsa Lominsa, and spent several weeks at sea. Though he's not as talented a waterman as, say, I'lyrha, he did learn to sail passably. So he's pretty much always been a strong swimmer.

Though deep, empty looking ocean can be a bit intimidating, especially with the kinds of sea beasts that inhabit Eitherys's oceans, it's never terrified him much. After all, he's still got magic and a spear at his disposal, and he's gifted with the ability to return to aetherytes if he ended up stranded, so he's not helpless. He finds the expanse beautiful; it's a sharp and novel contrast from the writhing trees and thick brush of the Shroud he grew up under.

Nahte is a HUGE fan of frogs, salamanders, newts, etc, which he's raised several of. He also loves korpokkur - which he keeps a flock of at home in a pond. One is quite massive. These aren't pets he generally travels with, but there is something special about being able to enjoy both his pets and wild specimens in their natural environments.

As for otters... he did actually bring one back for Tsimh! The Vhia clan is very proud of their little fisherman. Even if it bites fingers!

I'm SURE Nahte brings back shinies from the sea quite often, which might not make A'mahl like swimming any better... but certainly doesn't hurt. While ruins are definitely something he'd love to find and study, and his Sahagin allies would likely be able to help, so far Nahte hasn't really had the time to make such a devoted expedition. Maybe someday!

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Me: "I should draw some fish for this" Me: //draws one shark "Ok thats enough fish"

Also if someone manages to guess what KIND of shark that is by the silhouette, I'll draw the first person to get it right a doodle. It's my favorite type of shark, and that's a pretty rough scribble to guess from... so... ready set go?

Congrats Mimble :3

#ffxiv #ff14 #nahte'to vhia #art #my art #text #long post #shadowbringers spoilers #stormblood spoilers

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hollowsart · 2 years

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That salamander alien oc...

Uwegh... so cute.... I love them so much... they are so incredibly friend shaped...

Aw thank you! Here's a brand new Mickey drawing for you that I scribbled up real quick!

#my art #phone doodle #alien oc

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salamansir · 2 months

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Berrian and Cicero. Shit-talker Supremes ♡

@stellarsightz

#cicero skyrim #cicero #salamander scribbles #Oc Berrian #Redesigned Berrian because he felt bland to me #I missed my boy's face :]#Tes #Tesblr #Skyrim #Cicero x listener #Dark Brotherhood #They're in Whiterun XD

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reborrowing · 8 months

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axomander aliens scribbles? 🤔 I haven't done aliens in soooo long unless I'm doing rubber forehead style aliens. Nakey bc I haven’t thought about clothes yet, but they would mostly dress for temperature or moisture regulation, not modesty

Typed up the side notes under the cut bc i think my handwriting is bad

Based on axolotls (obviously) and salamanders more generally

Gills remain semi functional into adulthood, but its like breathing through a straw. Mostly expressive

Initially drawn to earth for similar atmos. makeup and water content

Common to walk on all 6 legs (or swim through water trails, on home planet) but stretch up onto 4 while working or socializing outside casual/familial contexts

Forelimbs longer & more dexterous, function as hands

Not great at drawing teeth, but - arboreal salamanders

#not sure i want to tag this its messy!#but ive been thinking about it all day hhh #a sketchy tag #rtl #scale isnt definite yet #just that theyre oversized mostly-terrestrial axolotls

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nasuversekinkmeme · 10 months

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Weekly Roundup: Prompts (June 27-July-04)

Tsukihime

Screw it, Akiha ABDL

Pet play: Ciel takes Arcuied round the back and puts her down like Old Yeller

Fate/Stay Night

Shinji gets isekaid after that one time he gets killed in canon but life isn't any better for him in the new world(by his standards at least)

shiki vs taiga swordfight. battle of the ages

taiga learns tiger drop which negates all damage

okay , for real , outta all the f/sn masters, i bet shirou would have the easiest time adjusting to the chaos of life at chaldea . an rin is stuck on the struggle bus with now way out the second she meets BB.

a wave of peace and quiet flows through the clocktower , why ? rin & luvia were tf'd into hex maniacs and no one wants to turn 'em back to normal b/c they aren't total assholes in that state . hell, shirou's even okay with those remaining like that , especially since luvia's taken up gardening. having a friend bring fresh produce when they pop over unannounced has done wonders for his cooking.

Rin Tohsaka being TF'd into Luvia's trophy wife

Smut, unsanitary, Ruby fully re-brainwashes Rin like when she was a kid and makes her piss herself live on stage in front of thousands of people in her old Magical Girl costume. The brainwashed Rin of course finds this very erotic and ends up fingering herself as she pisses buckets.

Fate/Extra

edit BB.exe, setvar arousal=TRUE, setvar canorgasm=FALSE, setvar pleasure=5*pleasure, exit

FGO

Gudako after eating Van Gogh's flesh from her valentine present is in great need to get another bite

kadoc & gudako should bond through shoplifting at sephora

Smut, there’s plenty of content about morgan and her husband. where’s the content of morgan and her wife??? I wanna see gudako dutifully satisfying her witch wife’s needs in the bedroom; bonus if Morgan has a dick (as in in a trans way, because fuck yes). let gudako suck her wife off dammit!!!

somebody at chaldea figures out after xxx or more years of repression they are not straight and/or cis. specifically a servant because post mortem milestones of life are extremely funny to me

Smut, I humbly request for mash/morgan porn where morgan refers to mash as her "trophy."

Ophelia Phamrsolone learns her last name is entirely because of a centuries-old typo. Several typos. Drunken insistence a scribble was legible, really.

all of the support servants of Chaldea (such as Scathach Skadi, Merlin, Waver, etc) decide to go against Gudako because she always overworks them during grinding sessions. It’s up to the writer to decide if they succeed or DIE because of Chen Gong

Raikou and Tiamat fight over who's Guda's mother. End up solving the problem by marrying each other.

The Chaldea mom club learn about the amount of servants in love with Gudako and decide as Gudako's mother(s) that they need figure out who is worthy of taking the masters hand in marriage. Cut to B.B hosting the matchmaking equivalent of America's Got Talent with them prize being to marry Gudako.

let's put beryl in the chen gong cannon

castoria and guda use each other as chew toys and nobody is sure whether or not its a sex thing or not(correct answer is sometimes yeah but not always)

Guda finds out that she has a weight gaining kink/wants to fatten up after spending too much time watching how happy Caesar and Cleopatra are

warhammer 40k tournament at chaldea ,

a few people at chaldea play 2 truths and a lie : here's gudako's list: i run a salamanders army on the Warhammer 40k table top ( true) when i took this job , my main goal was to not die a virgin & by the emperor did i succeed !(true) and i have my coochie pierced ( false)

Chaldea holds a pride parade. Turns out every single servant is queer in some way, at least once modern concepts of gay and bi and trans and whatnot are explained to them, so there's a 100% turnout rate. Somehow nobody saw this coming.

this is a *big* request but with most of his lines being translated now i crave bhima gorging the absolute hell out (wg, stuffing, anything in between)

Smut, Due to the presence of a large number of people who can actually go blow for blow with her in Chaldea, Barghest regularly engages in battle sex. Powerbomb into mating press is a hell of a drug.

Smut, After Morgan tells Gudao to get rid of all his other Berserkers and asserting that she's the only one he'll ever need, he finally puts his foot down and disciplines the former Queen of Fairy Britain. Things don't go quite as planned and naturally, this has unintended (sexy) consequences. Now, Morgan starts causing problems on purpose just so she can be "punished" by Gudao, much to his consternation.

Smut, Gudako gets sent with Mash to Aesc and the threesome is so good that all their traumas vanish, the Lostbelt is fixed, and Queen Morgan has two new Consorts.

gudako convinces castoria to kill gudao so castoria can stay with Gudako. unfortunately castoria and Gudao murder each other, and what will gudako do?

There’s a reason why despite the constant Arts farming, Castoria is still alive: She drinks 10 cups of Monster just to stay awake and alive. Bonus points if her stash of Monster Energy Drinks are stolen or is found.

Arcueid & Kukulkan, ultimate one squad

Smut, Dobryna getting summoned in place of her husband to protect him and then fucking Guda sounds like an ntr plot, so why not write it like one?

Alexander/Iskandar meets Berserker Darius only to realize his ancient rival is nothing like he remembered. Can be played for comedy but I'm imagining more the scene from Sopranos where Tony and Junior meet for the last time

Scheherazade plans for, and goes on a date with, Nitocris. Swaps back and forth between Scheherazade being anxious and hyper-over-planning for every negative contingency and Nitocris comforting her as things go very well actually.

Smut, nitocris says she wants to marry master( which ever one you want) and the other pharaoh/egyptian servants and their partner help her become a good wife in-n-out of bed due to this master pass out the first time they have sex.

Baobhan Sith keeps trying to be a mean girl, but ends up accidentally helping everyone, and gets mad about it. The last straw is when Guda praises her, so she decides, in a fit of impulsiveness, to do the most diabolical thing she can think of doing to Guda; Baobhan Sith steals their first kiss. The only problem is that Guda was actually saving their first kiss for them anyway, so it was all for nothing.

arjuna & junao try out the twin- switch trick , their success in fooling people will depend on the prompt filler

Dinofucker Olgamarie

Join us on our new Chaldea game show, “Justify! That! Atrocity!” Starring featuring guest stars like Gawain, Mordred, Abigail, and many more!

Ereshkigal and Ishtar inherited Rin's dumb Bissexual rizz and end up creating their own harem without even realizing it

chaldea summoning galahad by complete accident. meanwhile, lancelot is FREAKING OUT about this

Berserker Lancelot is always just emitting that freaky growling noise of his due to the chronic pain, and thus is constantly miserable. That is is, until Tomoe Gozen shows him Microsoft Flight Simulator, and the simple happiness overtakes the pain and rage

Smut, Director Olga Marie can't stop masturbating

Smut, Castoria + prostitution. A country girl gotta do what she gotta do all alone in britain yknow.

After Guda is captured by the mages Association so they can transfer their command seals to a more trustful user who will give better use to their army of servants, a servant finds them and begs them to escape, that Chaldea can keep them safe, while Guda begs them to kill them, that way nobody will go after Chaldea and there won't be a risk that these command seals will fall in dangerous hands

the real dobryna already had imposter syndrome due to being just a squishy human while his wife & daughter(s?) are some pretty dang strong monsters. and his wife committing identity theft in order to join chaldea just rubbed salt in the wound. now it's up to the koyan twins to solve their dad's problem , because if they don't , he's gonna run off & elope with gudako.

due to boredom, Castoria tries the Grimace Shake. It is up to the writer to decide if she dies or not from drinking the shake

FGO, again

Rasputin has a skill with a chance to trigger guts, chaldea plays a game and bet how many times they will have to kill Rasputin before he dies

Chaldea ends up summoning Saber Galahad Alter AKA the Cooler Galahad from Fate/Requiem, and Mash ends up experiencing what it's like to have a big brother, while the original Galahad is low-key seething because everyone likes his far more approachable Alter self, including Mash.

Smut, Morgan x Ronald McDonald smut

Gudako and Castoria left too many bite marks on each other just for Oberon to tease them about it.

warhammer 40k tournament at chaldea : you've got gudako with her salamander army, tomoe of all people is running a chaos undivided set up, osakabehime has her Astra Militarum (aka guardsmen) & a back up adeptus mechanicus army, and sei is in possession of some very impressive Ork kitbashes., and then there's morgan spectating ; she currently does not have a good grasp on how to play the game , but she did enjoy painting a few sisters of battle minis with gudako.

locusta finds out that people on the internet call her nasu.

Due to the constant pause in the flow of time due to the world nearly ending and the constant rayshifting that puts their physical body in suspension Guda's mind has aged much faster than their body, so i propose: Mid 40s Guda that still looks like they're is in his early 20s and acts like they're in their 60s

Jing Ke runs out of her monthly supply of booze, and Moriarty has cut her off from the bar due to making a mess last time- leaving her with only one option, Shuten Douji. She starts drinking Shuten’s Oni-wine, and begins developing Oni traits because of it.

Tiamat comforting a character with mommy issues, Raikou, Mordred or Jack would be ideal, but given the amount of tragic backstorys in this franchise, everyone needs some motherly love

Sei Shōnagon called Scheherazade’s summons pokemon once a week ago, and she’s been in an existential crisis ever since, trying to figure out if she needs to collect gym badges or not

Li Shuwen is not allowed to fist his partners anymore :(

#weekly roundup

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In which Patri hears a melody and decides to follow it.

Warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst | Fem Oc

Notes: Yvaine is Iris’ first draft lmao

It was weird. They’d tried to leave, tried to go somewhere far away to repent yet they’d not been granted that by the Wizard King, so now here they stay until they can be trusted. If they ever can be that it. Ever since the invasion Patri found himself surprised by the welcomeness of the Golden Dawn. He often found himself wondering why they didn’t hate him as much as he had hated them. All anyone ever said was as long as he was trying they understood.

He didn’t get it. Even after living with William all this time he didn’t get it, why were humans both so forgiving and so hateful. William never had an answer for that.

Fana was the first to venture from the Golden Dawn headquarters, she’d gone straight to the Crimson Lions and asked if she could see Salamander. The three males were surprised when she returned, happily chatting with the Black Bull’s witch instead.

Vetto ventured out next. He’d gone straight to the Black Bull’s with a basket of varieties, from foods to plants and salves as an apology for breaking Asta’s arms. Now only Patri and Rhya remained, even with both elves coaxing they hadn’t left the safety, the comfort of the Golden Dawn’s base.

Then Rhya just had to go visit a village called Hage… well he never went in just sat atop Licht’s devil Skull and watched clouds. Now it really was only Patri left to even attempt the outside world.

Patri often found himself wandering the base. He’d find nooks and crannies that even William didn’t know about. If he wasn’t wandering he was reading from the vast library the base held. He enjoyed many of the fictional books, hated the historical ones, found romance ones to all read the same and for the horror ones to be a little too real. But he’d found something to make him feel just that bit less out of place.

Or he thought he had.

With one of his usual wanderings he’d found an abandoned hall, William had said no one went down there. It was one of those places that just got left alone, far back behind the library clearly intent on being used but never was. The base had been a large manor once so Patri wasn’t entirely surprised.

What did surprise him though was the sound of singing, every once in a while the singer would stop and keys would play instead. There must have been a piano that was never removed.

As the white haired elf made his way down the hall, passing empty rooms and storage spaces (that he would check later) he came across a door. The door had been left open just enough that Patri was standing in the doorway watching.

She had long night black hair, skin the colour of ivory. She was like the human version of the instrument before her only she used her voice and it the keys and strings attached.

She paused and Patri found himself tensing as she cursed; he couldn’t tell but she must had made a mistake. Lifting a pencil tucked behind her ear she scribbled on the parchment resting against the glossy black instrument. She was writing a song.

Patri found he couldn’t move, could barely breathe as he watched her move her hands back to the keys and play.

He recognised her, he realised after moments of staring. Yvaine was the name he remembered hearing her tell William as she introduced herself, she was the first person to ever have joined this squad. Maybe it was how startling her blue eyes were, or how she seemed to house a never ending stare, as though she knew every secret one held but he’d never forgotten her face. He had even been certain that she’d housed an elf inside her too, but he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t actually tell because he only ever saw her on occasion rather than as often as the others- she was always busy, never available when he wanted to see her…

The music stopped again and this time Patri felt his heart stop as she turned towards him. Sapphire eyes met gold and he couldn’t help but stare back.

She smiled.

That was the first time he’d seen her smile.

“Hello Patri.” She said softly, still smiling at him.

“Hello Yvaine.” He replied, eyes shifting away from hers.

“You can come in you know… I don’t usually bite.” Her smile shifted to a smirk. “Unless I’m asked that is.”

His eyes widened, he hadn’t expected her to joke with him… especially not a joke that made his cheeks flush a bright pink.

“I-I’m sorry for interrupting.” Patri stated, ready to turn away and possibly run to William’s office in embarrassment.

“Don’t be. Come, sit.” She said patting the seat beside her and he found he didn’t want to say no.

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“Do you know how to play?” She asks. Patri shakes his head, staring intently at the black and white keys before him. He hadn’t even read a music book let alone knew more than Elven folk songs. “I can show you if you’d like.”

“Why?” He blurted out. She only raised a brow. “Why would you want to teach me? Everyone is acting like the invasion didn’t happen… I don’t understand humans at all.”

“What invasion?” She asked. And that only perplexed Patri because he was certain she would have known, if she had housed an elf spirit she should have known as well as the others.

“You’re joking?”

“No… I haven’t been in the kingdom for the last few months I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She gave him an owlish blink, those blue eyes genuinely curious. But a thought came to Patri.

“Then… how did you know who I was when we’d first met face to face? How… I could have sworn I felt something akin to an elf presence?” He asked, thinking back that first month of living at the Golden Dawn base. Yvaine had stalked into William’s office covered in what could have been either blood or sludge and dropped a report on his desk, greeted Patri by name and left.

Her eyes darkened for a second and he worried he’d asked a stupid question before they seemed to brighten again.

“People talk.” Was all she said. “Now. Do you want to learn? I found music was a better output of my feelings than violence ever was.”

It was honest. She was honest, always had been from what he’d seen with William. While she was blunt, often only giving short answers or what seemed like perfectly practiced responses, she hadn’t ever lied. But as he noticed she would just not answer a question she didn’t want to answer.

“What’s this song about?” He asks tentatively.

“My parents.” She answered. “They’re not a typical couple I suppose.”

“Oh… are you close with them?”

“I love them dearly though I haven’t seen them in some time. We just don’t have the time to see one another. My father likes to travel and cause trouble, my mother prefers her home amongst the forests, away from towns and cities.”

“They do seem like an odd couple with that description.” He said, now glancing up at the parchment. She had notes everywhere, lyrics, keys, symbols he didn’t understand. “What’s that mean?” He asked, pointing to one of the stranger looking things.

“That’s a treble clef. It’s mostly used for notations above middle C.” She answered, pressing down on a key as she spoke. “That’s middle C.”

“Why is it a letter?”

“Not sure, that’s just how they named them.” She answered.

“Then why start with C and not A?”

“Well, A is amongst the keys.” She said, playing the note for him. “But C is the most common key. C major has no sharps or flats so it’s a natural scale. You do have A, B, C, D, E, F and G. The black keys being both sharps and flats.”

“That’s easy to remember.”

Yvaine only laughs and guides his hand to the keys. Her hands are soft, not a single callus on them. They’re small, not dainty but his own hands almost swallowed hers even as she presses her thumb over his to place a five finger scale.

“That’s only C, D, E, F, G.” He realises. She hums before moving his hands again now going from C to C, his thumb tucking under the first three fingers, moving into another finger finger scale. “Is this a C Major?”

“Partly.” She answers before moving her hand back to show him more, her thumb tucking beneath the third and then the fourth fingers. It was embarrassing but he wanted her to hold his hand again. “It’s the first scale anyone learns before they move onto the others. Majors are the easiest to learn, Minors while sounding nice often take time to remember when you first start out.”

Patri could only watch as her fingers hit keys in patterns he could only describe as mesmerising… and she wasn’t even looking at her hands he notes. Yvaine was staring at the page scribbled with notes and symbols that he now understood was music. If he hadn’t known her magic to be illusions he’d think it was music based and she seemed so happy that he thinks he wants to try too.

Slowly he watches, fingers moving in the same pattern hers were against the keys, not playing them, only learning and watching.

Not much later he felt as though he was being watched, but it wasn’t Yvaine who was quietly singing, scribbling again against the paper while her left hand played, slowly, guiding him. He paused and turned, the doorway was still very much open but similar to how he had been William was now stood, watching, smiling at them.

Yvaine stopped again and looked to where Patri was but this time she no longer held that peaceful look, that soft smile. William coughed and stepped into the room.

“I apologise Patri, Yvaine I did not mean to intrude but Yvaine is needed by the Wizard King.” William said, pink dusting his cheeks just as it had Patri’s.

And Patri thinks again as she stands and bows to them both, she was professional, even when she didn’t need to be. She began to walk towards the door, her music and notes in hand as Patri watches from the seat and William moves out of the doorway for her to exit.

“Ah and Yvaine.” William began. She turned, sapphire eyes staring back at Violet. “You have a beautiful voice.”

“I agree.” Patri said.

And suddenly her eyes turned wide like a doe’s and her face flushed more brilliantly than either male’s had.

She thanked them quietly before rushing from the room, they’d never seen her embarrassed before.

“Did I make her blush?” William asked and Patri could only laugh.

“I think we both did.”

#black clover #black clover fluff #black clover angst #black clover oc #black clover Yvaine #black clover patri #black clover william

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Worthy, pt 8

part 1 & 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

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tags: @bolontiku, @rampant-salamander, @darkdragonpheonix , @440mxs-wife, @castiels-sunflowers, @peekingsunshine, @alexakeyloveloki

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The miniaturized motor worked better than I’d calculated it would. I’m not sure it was because of the improved materials I had access to, or because I’d made some grave miscalculation in my original proposal. I suspected it was the improved materials though, as I wasn’t prone to math errors and I’d gone over that proposal about fifty different ways to make sure there were no obvious mistakes. You want to be flawless when you know Tony Stark is going to be checking your work.

Markus clapped me on the back and laughed. “It’s brilliant, Ella. It will be more efficient than you’d initially calculated, and will further drop your overhead!”

“Except these materials have a higher cost centre,” I protested. Markus grabbed my tablet and opened up the scratchpad feature. He scribbled a bunch of numbers down, worked through the equation and circled the final number.

“That looks like a cost saving in the end. The efficiency of the motor overcompensates for the increased material cost. Really well done, Ella,” he complimented. “I would like to point out that I have held off on giving any praise for over two weeks while you worked on this.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you’re the best boss ever, Markus. All kidding aside, I appreciate that you respected that I needed a settling-in period.”

“We’re what? 17 days without a hammer-related incident, you’ve built a fabulous thing, and Banner hasn’t come back to you with any outrageous claims about your heritage. Maybe you are just garden variety brilliant, instead of superhero special,” he teased. Neither of us had noticed Bruce coming up behind us as we were observing the motor work.

“Don’t speak too soon, Markus. I need to steal Ella away to go over the DNA results,” Bruce interrupted. My heart leaped into my chest, but I wasn’t sure if it was nerves, being startled by his voice or his actual presence.

“I’ll lock this up, Ella. Go get your super suit measurements done,” Markus teased. I shot him a warning look and pursed my lips. Without further comment to him, I followed Bruce to the elevator. We rode silently back to his lab’s floor and I followed him to his office, the sense of dread building in my chest when I saw Thor pacing across the room. Bruce pulled the door shut behind us, and I noticed that there’d been an addition to his office, in the form of one of the promotional posters from Pepper’s Women in STEM campaign. I looked completely at ease in the fake lab setting, and I looked like me. True to her word, Angela had not forced me into make-up and hairstyle hell to prepare for the photo shoot. I looked from the poster back to Bruce and then back to the poster again, wondering what on earth had motivated him to put up a Women in STEM poster in his office.

“Have a seat, Ella,” Bruce nodded toward one of the chairs but remained standing himself.

“I’m not sitting if you two aren’t,” I refused. Thor shrugged and folded himself up into the chair beside me. There was just so much of him, it looked awkward. I glanced back at Bruce and he sighed and flopped into his chair. I finally sat down.

“Your DNA results were very interesting. More interesting once we compared them to Thor’s.” Bruce looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“Oh?” I shot a sidelong glance at Thor. He also looked very uncomfortable. A heavy silence hung in the room and suddenly I realized what was going on. “Oh my god, it is him I’m related to?” It just figured. Tall, blond and pretty was my great-something-granddad.

“Not exactly.” Bruce was hedging. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my jaw in response.

“Stop beating around the bush and just tell me already.” I had been waiting on this for over two weeks, having it cloud my head and make me worry. Thor swallowed and took a deep breath.

“We are kin, after a manner, Ella,” he began. “But not by blood.”

“What does that even mean? I mean, obviously, it confirms I have Aesir blood, but that was the hypothesis being tested anyhow, so how is this surprising?” I was so confused.

“You are not part Aesir. You are part Jotun. Of my brother’s line,” Thor explained. I turned to face him, and the serious and sombre look on his face gave me pause.

“You’re my great-something uncle?” I needed clarification.

“I am your uncle. Loki is your father.” The way he said it, it was like a death sentence. The name was familiar, but I wasn’t sure why, and then I had a flash of realization.

“Loki the trickster god? From Norse mythology?” I asked. Thor nodded. “Loki the one who birthed the eight-legged horse, and the wolf, and the snake, and the queen of the dead? That Loki?” Thor nodded again.

“He has other children as well,” Thor began. I could feel myself begin to shake, and I could tell from the pounding in my ears that my heart rate was dangerously high.

“No. My mother and father have been happily married for over forty years. They tried for over ten years to conceive when they finally got me. And the twins came almost immediately after. My mother would never cheat on my father. Never.” I turned back to Bruce. “Your sample must be contaminated.”

“I thought the same thing, Ella. So I requested the historic samples from the study you were involved in and cross-matched them. My analysis was correct. I’m sorry.” He spoke so gently, I barely registered the words.

“My brother is a master shapeshifter. I have no doubt that your mother was and is faithful to your father. But the fact remains, Ella Carmichael, that you are his daughter,” Thor laid his hand on my arm.

“And you are my uncle?” I clarified.

“Loki was adopted. I am your uncle, but not by blood,” he nodded. Well, that was a relief. Of all the things for me to latch on to, it was the weightless relief that dreamy, hot Thor was not actually related to me. I wanted to hit myself in the head with something.

“That still doesn’t explain why I can lift your hammer,” I realized. Thor nodded.

“No, but it is one small piece of the puzz –“

“Oh, shit! Wait!” I suddenly remembered why I really knew Loki’s name. “Loki was the one who brought the aliens. And destroyed New York!” The bleak look on Bruce’s face confirmed it and I dropped my head onto his desk. “Just kill me now.” My ‘father’ was a sociopath. Or psychopath. I could never keep the two straight. Either way, he was a mass murderer.

“There is much to discuss with regards to your heritage, Ella. But another time,” Thor’s hand was warm on my shoulder. It was too much. Too kind. I could feel tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away, wiping the residue with the edge of my t-shirt and stood up.

“I am going to head back to my suite and lie down,” I said. “No chance Daddykins is going to pop in on me while I rest?” A master shapeshifter could be anywhere, and who was to say he wouldn’t want to kill me if he found out who I was. Thor flinched, just barely, and shook his head.

“Loki lost his life saving mine not long ago.” The emotion in his voice brought the tears back to my eyes and I turned away before he or Bruce could see them.

“I’m sorry, Thor,” I apologized and hurried from the office, not stopping until I was securely on the elevator. I held back my tears until I was safely inside my suite, and then collapsed on my bed, sobbing.

XXX

“Explain to me how this changes anything, Ella?” Angela was completely unfazed by my announcement over breakfast. “You’re still brilliant. You’re still kicking ass and taking no prisoners in the lab. You’re still a viable and awesome face of the STEM initiative.”

“Let’s return to the idea of false advertising. Isn’t it false advertising to lead anyone to believe they have the same opportunity for success as I do? It could be that I’m smart because of what I am,” I protested. Angela’s jaw clenched.

“No. You do not get to play the pity-me card in this situation. And you don’t get to downplay the contributions of other women by suggesting they won’t be as smart as you. Just because your bio-dad was some sort of Norse deity doesn’t make you better or smarter than any other woman who is entering the STEM fields,” she snapped. “Perhaps the reality is that you are less deserving because of what you are. Maybe we should start holding you to an even higher standard.”

“I didn’t mean it that way!” I exclaimed. I didn’t, did I? “I don’t even know what I meant. But I don’t know what I am anymore. And what if I have the same evil lurking in me?” I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t see Angela gesturing for me to shut up until it was too late. Thor sat down beside me and took my hand in his.

“Your father was not evil. He was lost. He made extraordinarily bad decisions. But he was not evil,” he began. “He was a gifted sorcerer, a brilliant tactician, and whether he realized it or not, he was my best friend. But he once said he grew up in the shadow of my glory, and that prevented others from seeing him for what he was. But he was never evil.”

“Not even when he killed how many people?” I shot back, pulling my hand from his. “Hundreds, wasn’t it?” Thor sighed and hung his head.

“We were raised warriors, to see death in battle as the most worthy attainment. Those people he killed, he believed they were greeted in Valhalla. It does not excuse his actions, but there is always collateral loss in a war. And he was very much fighting a war. Against us, against me, against Midgard and against his captors.” Thor looked so very sad. Like he was not finished grieving.

“His captors?”

“I have enough evidence to believe that Loki was acting under the direction of another, and under duress. But that does not matter now,” he shook his head. “What matters is that you are here, my niece.” His arm snaked around me and he pulled me close, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I didn’t even realize I held romantic notions toward him until I felt them dissipate with that familial kiss. Sure, I’d thought he was beyond handsome, but I hadn’t actually been holding on to the notion that I’d ever have interested him. Had I?

“Forgive me if I don’t feel comfortable calling you Uncle.” Truthfully, I felt a little nauseated. His laugh boomed across the commissary.

“The Aesir don’t see bloodlines the same way as Midgardians do, Ella. I would feel as awkward being called uncle as you would, should I hail you as niece each time we meet. And, as I have pointed out, Loki was my foster brother, adopted into my family. There is no blood between us, and though I will cherish you as my brother’s child, I hope that our bond will be one of friendship,” he explained. “You have a saying here on Midgard, and it relates well to my shield companions in the Avengers, and I hope it will someday describe our relationship as well. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Happenstance has brought us together as family, Ella Carmichael. But I hope that we can become friends.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Thor wanted to be my friend. Thor, who was somehow not-technically-but-still-somehow-my-uncle wanted to be my friend. I gaped at him and glanced at Angela, who appeared equally dumbfounded.

“I don’t know what to say,” I blurted. He laughed and squeezed me close again.

“Then say nothing, but bear your mind open. If for no other reason than to solve the riddle behind lifting Mjolnir, for being my friend will put you in closer contact with my hammer,” he teased. I had to smile at that.

“You make it sound like I would use you for your hammer,” I laughed.

“T’would not be the worst reason I had been used, Ella.” His eyes betrayed a deeper hurt, and I realized that no matter what the future held for me, I was going to have to be very careful with my treatment of the thunder god. He had been hurt and betrayed, and probably still saw my ability to wield Mjolnir as an offence. It was probably why he was so thrilled that I was related to him.

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