“BEEFcake, brother. You mean beefcake.”
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“BEEFcake, brother. You mean beefcake.”
Davos chuckles wanly, as he happens across Thor at Stark Tower’s ground floor. He’s holding a fragrant cup of tea, and sporting a dry smile.
“You have met K’un-Lun’s latest Iron Fist, I gather.”
"You know what is interesting?" Thor asks, approaching mid-bite into a red delicious apple, "For all things, Midgard has an endless variety of apples. Why does one planet need so many apple brands? Midgard's nature made some strange choices."
The Master snatches that apple right from the Thunder God’s mouth and bites viciously into it.
“Mmmm,” he moans, a little obscenely, as the juice drizzles down his chin. “Yes, but you’ve got to hand it to their mythologists, it’s easy to see why they’ve come to represent both learning and sin.”
in all the centuries he has wandered, he has met more than a few other selves. they are always recognizable, though they are not all tall or blonde or even asgardian. ( some of them are not even humanoid ---- those thors are his favorite. ) he has long ago stopped seeing their stories as possibilities for his own ; they are all products of their own universes, set into motion when the very first atoms formed, and their fates will not be his.
but there is something about this thor that has reopened wounds he though scarred over. thor looks at him and sees what might have been for his own life. for the first time since he had well and truly laid loki to rest, he wonders if he might have given up on his sibling too soon. if this joint rule && peace between siblings might have come to be in his own world, if not for his own failings.
❛ you know, ❜ thor says, standing beside his other self, looking out over asgard with as much pride as if she is his own kingdom. ❛ seeing this almost makes me want to go home. ❜
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"I want to take you to Asgard, sometime." He says, out of the blue, appearing from somewhere around Orlo's vicinity, "Our libraries are truly something to behold. Something spectacular, vibrant and rich. I think, an individual such as yourself would find himself much at home." (I will create a timeline where Asgard still exists as is with a more current version of my Thor, we'll consider it slightly divergent timeline, maybe)
Orlo’s smile is frail and then it’s radiant.
“You would take me to,” and he has to pause to pant, and clear his throat, and collect his wits, “to a utopian civilization in the clouds, to learn its remarkable secrets? You, who control the caprices of the weather? Really, Your Majesty, I am humbled, yet I readily accept!”
I'm ALWAYS a beast for historical verses, Victorian especially is one of those.
I’m about to watch Enola Holmes since I can’t seem to think worth a damn today, lol, so writing and drawing are out. Maybe I’ll scream about it here XD; I’m glad Henry Cavill plays a NICE Sherlock but I also think he’s a touch too conventionally handsome. Holmes was super thin and had a really big nose and I’m unreasonably emotionally attached to that, lol <3
I feel OBLIGED to say his brother. (Relationships meme thing)
WOOF, this is SUCH a major complex thing to answer that I think it would almost be better to just say take a look at Inuyasha’s tag and the meta tag. LOL.
This is to me the most interesting relationship in the series. Sesshomaru has to balance the desire to please his father and to satisfy his own need for absolute autonomy, when it comes to Inuyasha.
On the surface he treats Inuyasha as a “halfbreed” of lower caste who doesn’t deserve the heirloom their father gives him, but in reality, Sesshomaru is mourning his lifelong emotional disconnection with his idol and hero (the father they share), who never knew his younger half-brother, but still seemed to favor Inuyasha. Bloodline is only his excuse for treating Inuyasha as “unworthy” of their father’s inheritance.
On the other hand, Sesshomaru eventually realizes, as he creates his own sword (Bakusaiga), which is not dependent upon their father’s approval, that he can achieve greatness all his own irrespective of both his father and brother. So the bid for autonomy is what actually saves him from becoming hopelessly bitter. Once he reaches that epiphany, he becomes far more gracious toward Inuyasha, which goes to show, as far as I’m concerned, that these two siblings have a great deal of potential to grow closer.
"Incoming! Fight or flight, pick one in the next twenty seconds!' The sudden whirlwind of Thunder God whipping past the purple haired individual, sort of skidding to a halt on his feet as he turned himself. "So sorry, but I appear to have brought a very teeny army to this location.." The thundering of hooves in the distance.
The Lesser Beast tilts his perfectly manicured head, hair like slick satin slices of grape-flavored ribbon, equal parts lovely and absurd.
Eyes forever closed, darkened with long black eyelashes, peek open at the suitable ridiculousness that Thor presents.
“I have so many questions,” he ventures, in a voice like an alto flute, pleasant, simultaneously masculine and feminine, “but chiefly, good sir, why is it my matter to rectify?”