innocence lost

In the land of GODS and MONSTERS, I was an angel living in the garden of evil - screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed. shining like a fiery beacon.

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fletchdup‌:

“oh, hey-” In a flashy show of his speed, he had preemptively moved out of the path of her swords. “I just got your hundred messages about your dad being here to take you home.” He strode, perhaps more confidently than he should be striding. “well, I just did three laps and-,” he meant around the city. Fletcher cannot explain why, at all, but he’s unsettled. His lack of reaction is a character trait, but for the past few hours, it was as if he had never taken pause. He reacted to everything, and not just with a pulled expression or widened eyes. Fletcher was verbally accosting people, something he did not understand but something he could not help. He had never been like this. 

“go figure, your dad’s not here to take you home, wherever that may be. No sign of him, anywhere. And I really checked, okay? Ran all over the place, just for you. You can’t just be- saying your father, the inventor of terror inducing bad logic, is out here roaming the Earth. That would be insane though. If he was, he’s clearly never heard of the take out the speedster first rule. Do you want me to take another lap? I’m not taking another lap. He’s not here-” he did a once over. Okay. Ugh, god. Should he go put on his kid flash suit too? Give me a break, he thought. “sick gettup though. you really think he’s out there, huh? got all dressed up for the occasion and everything.” 

maggie was listening to what he was saying, taking in his tone, his stature and internally reacting to it. her hand coming up and waving, as if she was softly shooing away a fly. but the extra details of her combat gear started to vanish away. she had been practicing a lot, on her magic, controlling the energy, working on her combat skills. it had just been something to fill the time after getting home from work, when fletcher worked long weekend shifts and she didn’t feel like playing her video games. but she was glad now that she had started. taking a deep breath she looked up at fletcher, “not to be a dick, but i think i have more experience than you about what my father and the black order are capable of.” her tone was short, very unlike her normal carefree self. but her threat levels were on high alert, her guard never going down. and on top of that, fletcher seemed... mad at her?

“magnihild” a echoed voice that made her skin crawl, a visible shudder went through her skin. maggie turned towards the direction of the voice, at the end of the all stood corvus glaive with a sick smirk on his face. as she reached for a sword again, the protective detailing shimmered back into place and with a powerful throw the sword flew like a dagger towards him. pinning the large alien to the wall she broke off in a run, reaching him and punching the wall in an energy bundled fist. but as she recoiled for another blow he was gone. all that was left was scorch marks around the hole in the wall and the blade wedged into it as well.

she turned frantically, “where did he go?” she asked, her voice shallow, full of breath. “where did he go?” she then screamed looking back at fletcher. “he’s hurt! we need to get him now! I need to get to him now! if he’s weak i can take him out, and then proxima will distraught and...and” a hand ran through her hair. “what would gamora do?” she whispered to herself as she started to pace. “ i need to find him, call to proxima, get her to figure out my dad’s plan and then kill her too. then maybe i can ... i can talk him out of it?” she was still pacing, tears falling down her cheeks. “that’s stupid he doesn’t negotiate. so then what? i just go with him? after killing his two most trusted followers?” she was upset, angry, a whole mix of emotions that were climbing to a lethal point. she hadn’t been like this in a very long time...200 plus years long time. she turned towards fletcher then, not out of want but out of need. she was mad at him, somehow in the pain and chaos around her, she still had time to be mad at him. but right now she needed him. “ what do i do? “ she asked, a bit shakily. it wasn’t because she thought he had the answer, it was because she needed an outside perspective and he was the only one available.

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fletchdup·:

“it’s not-,” she knew that, right? Sometimes Fletcher couldn’t tell what was a joke and what she genuinely did not know about Earth yet. He never wanted to talk down to Maggie or seem as if he thought he was better in anyway- of course he wasn’t. But sometimes- he just laughed and moved along. This was not the best form of communication, but for now, that was it. He began (and would likely continue) with a step-touch move with his feet. This was as good as it would get. “c’mon, you never look like an idiot.” step-touch, step-touch, “Perhaps easily mistaken for someone who’s been in a long-term coma. Confused, but aren’t we all?” 

 * - le time jump - *

she had texted him, probably more than she should have. but this was urgent. she had no idea how long her father and the black order were here. how long they’ve been hiding out, planning their attack. but they were here now, and that meant she had to deal with them. she didn’t think she was going to win - she knew this ended with her half dead on his ship. but she would be damned if she was just going to let her father come here and take her without a fight. she was better now though, armed with weapons she didn’t possess when she was under their guidance. she had changed out of the dress she was in and was now in her combat gear. an old valkyrie uniform that they had made adjustments to, her swords in their holster on her back. tricks her mother was known for - but it got the job done.

she heard footsteps behind her, causing her to quickly spin her swords being pulled as she did, but she was releived to find it was just fletcher. “thank gods, where have you been? we have a serious fucking problem” her head was on a swivel - they could be anywhere. “my dad’s here. i think he’s wants to take me home.”

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ghcstbarnes·:

it was almost as if a switch had flipped in bucky as soon as the fog came, one minute he was bucky and the next he woke up in one of the communal bathrooms, staring at his unrecognisable reflection in the mirror, his metal hand smashing the porcelain sink in it’s grasp. the shatter woke him up slightly, caused him to give himself a once over, breath stilling as he realised he at least had weapons. rolling his shoulders back, the winter soldier clenched his jaw and left the bathroom, walking straight into someone.

“если ты не моя цель, я предлагаю тебе уйти.” the male practically snarled. he didn’t know why he was here, but he wasn’t afraid to break a few eggs to find out. 

maggie was on edge, her footsteps were silent - light. both swords drawn as she creeped around the corner. corvus had just went this way, she was sure of it. the dark swift movement of his cape giving away his location. theatrics should never trump skill, wasn’t that something he had taught to her. as she sped down the corridor eager to catch up to her prey, her body collided with a wall. a wall that looked a lot like a man. after he spoke she laughed, a short chuckle and raised an eyebrow. “ what, daddy’s downsizing?” she replied back, her russian wasn’t perfect but could easily get the job done. “listen, i’m sure you think you’re all tough and all, but i have 7 foot aliens that make you look like a barbie doll, so if you would kindly get the fuck out of my way - i would really appreciate it.” her swords were singing, a slight vibration running through them as they longed to be joined together to create one large double edged sword. she was hoping to save the trick for her dear father, but if this man made the wrong move she was more than happy to show him what she was made of.

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wclvie·:

he looked at the other curiously, mostly at the swords. logan did love swords, “y’know, i got my own collection of swords back at my cabin,” he says as she’s panting beside him. he chuckles, “i probably do! i know a lotta people. hey, he may have even tried t’kill me, lots of people do.” he shrugs lightly, “suit yourself. who is he?” he eyes brighten at the offered sword, “hell, sure do.”

she had to stay on edge, they could come back at any second. but this man seemed like he could hold his own. people who hoard swords tend to be able to use them - to some extent. and if not, he could serve as a nice distraction. “thanos. also known as the mad titan. like 7 foot 3, purple, weird ass chin.” she told him, her heart rate starting to even out. she held the sword out with the handles towards him, “it’s pretty cool, and if i wanted to i can connect it to the other one and it becomes double edged.” she was proud of her swords, gifted to her by her older sister, one of the few things she had kept from her time with her father.

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wclvie·:

“i just don’t see why you’re shoutin’ everywhere, bub,” logan says simply, a genuine smile across his face, “come on, I can guarantee I’ve been though things ten times worse that whatever,” he waves a vague arm around in the air, “this is. just sit back, relax. you want a cigar?”

retreat. not a sign of weakness. but a sign of intelligence, of strength, knowing when to not underestimate your opponent and at the same time not to overestimate yourself. that’s what must have happened, her father and the stupid black order must have retreated. why they were on midgard in the first place was questionable, but she always thought this day might come. “ you don’t know my father, you don’t know what he’s capable of” she said, between ragged breaths. huched over she pushed herself up so she was standing, “ a cigar? no thank you.” she prepared to put her swords into the holster on her back, “do you want to hold a sword?” she asked, feeling the need to offer something in return.

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she was sure this was probably a little odd for both of them. only used to seeing each other in the office. in which maggie usually didn’t stray from her usual choice of vintage t-shirts and mom jeans. so this gown was probably a bit of a shock for ben. “i was thinking of starting up formal fridays” she said with a smirk, “spice up the office and what not” she teased. @wcbhcad​

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fletchdup·:

“that’s not a thing. that’s not real.” he kept his ass in the chair, a formal stick in the mud. This was not his first dance, but one with an actual date. He wondered if- no, that would be stupid to ask. His girlfriend was…significantly older than him, this wasn’t her first rodeo either. Probably. But if it was- he couldn’t ruin it by being…a stick in the mud (his casual self). He allowed himself to be pulled up. “I’m not- good at it.” 

“yes it is, its very real. very serious, have you never seen the commercials about it? the legal term for it is called mesothelioma.” she said, clearly holding back a giggle. finally she pulled him up and dragged him out towards the dance floor. there were plenty of people around them. “you don’t have to be good at it!” she defended. " you just need to have fun with it, and accept the fact that we’ll probably look like idiots, but i look like an idiot every day and you still chose to be seen with me in public! so it can’t be that bad.”

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maggie stood in front of him dramatically attempting to pull the taller boy off his chair. “come on!” she begged, her smile interrupting her sentence. “this is a dance, which means, we are legally obligated to dance. i’m already wanted on other planets, i really don’t want to add this one to my list fletch.” she said, her body beginning to bop to the beat. did she really have to keep causally mentioning that? she should probably stop doing that. with one last tug she sent him her puppy eyes, “please, for me?” @fletchdup

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spring fling. 2019.

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nvthawkguy·:

“Sounds exciting. My mentor isn’t quite as prestigious as Artemis. Or prestigious at all. Love the guy but. mostly drinks coffee and acts like a dumbass.” Kate laughed. “Disappointing, really. I’d never pass up the chance to brag that I’m a better archer than someone who was trained by Artemis. Imagine what that would do for the reputation of Hawkeyes everywhere.” She joked. When the arrow missed, even by as small a margin as it did, she smiled. “Looks like you do. Not that I’m complaining. Only fools turn down the chance to get free coffee.”

“sounds like my kind of guy! that’s basically what i do...everyday. and now sometimes i get paid for it! which is..great.” she said, nodding slightly. “oh yeah, well my sister taught me and she’s not as well known on these parts i don’t think, but she has a real rad reputation up in space so at least the hawk guys now have some intergalactic street cred.” she said with a small laugh. her sister wasn’t well known for good things and neither was she, but the credentials still stand. “alright, what kind of coffee do you like, and if you read off a list of like that skim foam shit, i will probably get your order wrong...but i will try my best.”

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fletchdup·:

“No it’s- yeah. it’s-,” did she know? Perhaps it would seem- rude explaining it to her, or telling her about it. There were other Earth-related activities, holidays, celebrations, etc that he had to fill her in on before. But only when she asked (or he remembered). Maybe Maggie knew what today was and did not want to give it a second thought because it was a stupid corporate holiday that must be stopped, and now here he was, her dumb sort-of boyfriend, bringing it up. 

“It’s Valentine’s day?” He said, his tone one of a many who may have just made up a holiday to get out of a work event. Maybe he should have just sat this one out. Okay but if she knew that it was Valentine’s day she would have recognized that her pizza was in the shape of a heart. And commented on it as such and not just as a weird shape. “The pizza is in the shape-,” he sat it down on the counter. “of a heart.” He curved each of his hands and formed a heart over his face. “Ta-da!” opening the pizza to expect-

“Christ’s sake-,” the pizza, inside, was nearly unrecognizable. The cheese was stuck to the top of the box, leading it all to stretch out when he opened it. Aside from that, the rest of the pizza seemed to have had lurched forward in the same direction that he had sped to her apartment. So it was all, crinkled against one side. Ah. Fuck. The pizza was still too hot when he ran here. “Believe me when I say that this is not the first time it’s happened, it’s just- I was really anxious to get here because I didn’t want you to think I forgot about Valentine’s day should you be into celebrating Valentine’s day-,” the speed talking, yikes, “and it’s fine ifyoudon’twant to orrr aren’t reallysurewhatthat is and iknowweshouldhave talkedabout maybe and it’ssomething for couplesand- we areacouple now evenif we don’t- and I knowthatyouprobably don’t care that Ifuckedupthepizza but I care because even ifitisadumbholiday I wantedtoatleastdosomethingniceforyouandI’msorry becausei didn’t even halfass Valentine’s day- Icompletelyforgotabout it and alligotwasapizza and i fucked that up too.” 

valentines day...that sounded very familiar. like she had seen it on teddy bears and the girl who worked three desks away from her got flowers with a note that had that attached to it. but not everyone seemed to be... into it. so she scratched it off as a religious holiday. she was getting the feeling now, it wasn’t a religious thing. but a laughed bubbled out at how cute he looked with his heart hands and excited tone. and she laughed even more when the pizza looked like it had a real rough ride. she shrugged though and plucked a small bit of misplaced cheese and popped it into her mouth to show she wasn’t phased by it. she was happy, pleased? she had that warm feeling in her stomach again, the kind that made her skin get those little bumps on her arms. the same feeling she had when they sat next to each other on the bench and confessed their feelings.

and her smile didn’t go away as he started running through words so fast she didn’t really catch most of what he said. she caught on to the fact that he had called them a couple, that he was apologizing for valentines day being messed up? but she didn’t want him to be upset, or to feel disappointed in himself so she did what she thought she should do. maggie closed the distance between them and kissed him on the cheek. “i’m not really sure all about what you just said but it was entertaining to watch. “ she chuckled. “screw the pizza, we can go get valentines day ice cream? or...one of those giant bears i saw in the walgreens! those looked fun! i don’t really get the concept of this, but we can fix it!”

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ofrcvenants·:

In and out, in and out. Raynor breathed in and out as he focused. All the years of repressing the voice of Halvor out of his head, now Raynor struggled to get the voice back, he struggled to even conjure him. He finally gave up with a frustrated groan, a wall nearby the victim of his frustration with a punch to it.

she wouldn’t call it instinct, although some part of her did, but instinct taught her to block a punch with a well placed arm and a two step drop back to reclaim the defensive position. but when raynor’s fist punched the wall next to her, it wasn’t her fist that protected her...instead it was a green shield conjured up by magic. “shit” she said, expelling out air she didn’t realize she was holding in, “still not used to that.” she looked at raynor then her nose scrunched up a bit in confusion, “you good bro? like i get that you’re technically my uncle and all, but i have like 300 years on you so...i have lots of wisdom to give to you on whatever it is that’s got you punching walls” her tone was teasing despite the seriousness of the topic.

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       ✧ —  MAGNIHILD ( MAGGIE ) THANOSDOTTIR  — ✧

— ✧ that looks like MAGNIHILD (MAGGIE) THANOSDOTTIR ! they’re the FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY (TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD) DAUGHTER of HELA & THANOS. [ they are also a GRAD STUDENT at paragon. ] i hear they’re FUNNY & CONFIDENT, but tend to be IMPULSIVE & SARCASTIC. her file says that her power is MAGIC & ENERGY MANIPULATION

her father:

from a young age maggie knew she was a mistake, that she wasn’t a product of love. she didn’t really mind that, she lived in an atmosphere devoid of love and affection. and at the time couldn’t really process or know that her feelings of loneliness came from that. she quickly adapted to her surroundings, going with the flow and doing what she was told to do. when she was told to train, she did. when she was told to assassinate some prominent leader on another planet, she did. she didn’t know anything different, her life only existed under her father’s watchful gaze. it was her life that she lived, she felt things like loneliness, confusion, anger but couldn’t articulate what they meant or why she felt them. it wasn’t until her older sister, gamora, left that her emotions were able to change her. she felt abandoned by gamora and her sudden decision to leave, she felt angry that now her father’s rage over it was taken out on her and her sister. and it was with these feelings that she could start to identify them in other people. that the missions she were sent on caused people to be sad, to be angry, to be fearful. and that she was the cause of all of it. she ran away soon after that, stole a ship and jetted off as far as she could possibly go, to the one place her father didn’t dare to go. to see her mother.

her mother:

maggie was still considered young when she first met her mother. she had just escaped from her father’s tight grasp, was struggling with her own identiy, and went to the only other person in the world who knew who she was. her father never really said anything nice about her, his disciples had tried to warn her about how dangerous her mother was. but maggie wasn’t scared to knock on death’s door. her time with her mother wasn’t as long as she had spent with her father. instead it was more of a pit stop on her grand journey. she just wanted to see who her mother was, the other half of what created her. she was introduced to her extended family, got to meet her grandfather and giant wolf uncle. then with the knowledge of where she came from, set out to find out who she really was.

her self:

maggie has spent nearly 200 years traveling around space to different galaxies, different realms, and different planets. all on a mission to discover who she was as a person and to figure out what kind of person she wanted to be. she struggled at first, not understanding emotions, customs, manners, etc. but soon she adapted, she realized that she didn’t need to steal to eat, that making and having friends was a lot better than being alone, and that love came in different shapes and sizes. she had been on her on for a while when she met him, having knocked a few realms off her list. he was funny, smart, knew his way around a ship. he was interested in her, made her feel things she had never felt before. she couldn’t stop smiling when she was around him, melted into his touch. she was told it was love, felt it was love, and expressed that to him. but it wasn’t returned, he continuously pushed for her to return home, to rekindle her relationship with her father. that he would help her do so, that her father would be the key to them finally being able to be together. and she caught on too late that he didn’t want her, he wanted what her father could get him. power.

when he realized that she wasn’t the answer to what he wanted, he left. left her alone on some barren planet that was the space equivalent to a truck stop. and so she set off to center herself again, have fun, meet new people, get into some trouble. but then she flew too close to the sun, finally decided to see what all the hype about earth was about. she laster about 3 months before she was cornered in a diner with half a burger in her mouth and carted off to paragon. she hated the fact that she had to answer for her parent’s crimes, although she did have a role to play in her father’s. but she stayed, tried the whole earth thing out. picked out a major and everything, went to a few classes, found video games and started skipping her classes. met her best friend, met a boy. weird things started happening, arson’s on important buildings. she was told she could leave, that no one was keeping her at paragon anymore. but she stayed anyway… dropped out of school, got a job, kept the best friend and the boy around, matured into her powers. settled into her life here, became happy.

her powers:

one unlucky day maggie started to feel sick, it was unusual for her to ever get sick. her genetics blessed her to not get bogged down by human borne illnesses like the flu. but she felt off, felt wrong. doors would open into her outstretched hand, the salt would slide across the table seemingly on her own. lights would flicker as she walked by, the tv’s volume would sky rocket unexpectedly. and then, in typical maggie fashion, it exploded out of her. things flew across the room in a green haze, beams of light left her body leaving scorch marks along the wall.

after a little trip to the hospital, an awkward conversation with a very cute doctor in training who worked there, she had realized that she had matured into her powers. she could wield magic like her mother, and control and manipulate energy like both her parents. it was scary at first, she still trips up from time to time, but mostly uses it for mundane things like being too lazy to reach for a remote or charging up her phone when it’s almost dead. she doesn’t like to use her powers, mostly because she knows they aren’t under control. she also knows how deadly she could be without them, and doesn’t want to figure out how much her threat level increases with them. so for the most part they go unnoticed, and she’s okay with that.

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I’m what the kids call ‘an atrocity to god’.

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crockedarrows·:

It’s not unusual to see Artemis chuckling softly at things people would say in the ER. It was never malicious, but it amused her (when no one was injured of course) when people got flustered by being here. Of course, she was going to let the nurse take care of it until she heard the girl mention Fletcher, and Artemis instantly perked up.

It doesn’t take much to add things together. this had to be who Fletcher was spending so much time with, “Maggie, is it?” She smiles and nods at the nurse, who obviously knows the connection and leaves Artemis to it, “I just put him in a pretty long surgery, he probably didn’t have time to text you, that’s on me,” she closes her notes and makes a decision all at once, “I’m Artemis, Fletcher’s mom. Can I buy you lunch? your choice, totally free food. please tell me you can’t pass free food up as much as Fletch can’t.”

maggie didn’t expect to hear her name come from a feminine voice which caused her turn around to be a bit slow, “um, yeah” looking at the woman in front of her she feels like something is up. a sixth sense, a tingling if you will. her mind firing signals to run, but her feet don’t move instead she stands there for a moment gaping like a fish. mother, fletcher’s mother. the mother he mentioned worked at the hospital with him. the mother standing in front of her right now asking her to lunch.

she couldn’t stay no, it would be rude, and she had learned earlier on that ‘ i don’t want to’ was not an acceptable or polite response to people on this planet. but somewhere between her internal screaming and her paralyzed legs she spoke, “i love free food.” it was weak, dumb even. but it’s now what she had to work with, “but, sure!” the enthusiasm in her voice sounded fake, she needed to real it back in. “that would be nice.” crushed it. she needed to remind herself later to thank ela for forcing her to watch all those romantic comedies. that trained her for moment’s like these. “we can really go anywhere, i usually let fletcher pick. he knows all the better food spots.”

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danielthorson·:

“all the time,” danny responded with a laugh, a grin spreading across his face as he reached for a handful of popcorn. his eyebrows briefly furrowed together at her mention of it making her dumb, but he chose not to say anything as he continued to eat his popcorn. “it doesn’t mean you’re dumb,” he quietly added. 

“i know i’m not dumb” she said, her tone a little goofy. “i’m 450 years old, i know a lot of shit. not all of it is important, but i know a lot of shit. and i beat out some fancy engineer from moscow or whatever for my job that i applied to on a whim, so... if that doesn’t tell you how fricken smart i am.” she shrugged dramatically, “i think it was more of a dig on human’s than questioning my intellect, ya know?” she didn’t dislike humans, not in the slightest, she was not dating but kind of dating one. it was just sometimes she became aware of how this planet, and her lengthy stay on it, has changed her a little.