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*    marvel based oneliner for winlit & mythology based starter fo @truerheir fosho  

Rewatching Thor as we SPEAK

getting to replies n stuff 

jk we back though 

His fingers wrapped tightly around the teacup, a deliberate intensity in his grip, yet his gaze remained fixed, distant. Strange's bedside manner persisted as a remnant from a career-long gone. This time, its appearance had shifted into a burning ember, more empathetic than the cold, precise, admirably balanced mind he had practiced medicine with.
            
            It was no coincidence that strays without homes kept finding their way to the sanctum. Vishanti knows Stephen had stumbled into his fair share of soup kitchens hot on the heels of drug-induced delusions. "Loneliness is a permanent side effect of love," Stephen mused, "The constant terror of loss keeps me alert." As he set his cup down, the saucer materialized from nowhere and now lingered.
            
            The sudden visit did beg the question: where were the Avengers? Thor was going through a trying time, that much was evident. It made more logical sense for him to turn to his closer companions. No amount of flattery could negate that Steve would've greeted the god with open arms—even during the wee hours of the morning. Hopefully, he could deduce that as the pair carried on.
            
            "Perhaps we should interrupt some more classes, I'll give you a tour," Stephen murmured a wry smile tugging at his lips, " but I warn you, the only permanence here is impermanence." The cloak hugged the doctor's figure, not propelling him towards the maze of staircases as one might expect, but instead, it hung lazily, meeting the god's eye. 
            
            " It's humbling to hear someone so beloved speak of feeling lonely. What companionship do you seek to find here?"

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            ❪ @DRMYSTlC  ❫    the supreme ┊
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            A⃨ L⃨E⃨S⃨S⃨O⃨N⃨ O⃨N⃨ F⃨O⃨R⃨G⃨I⃨V⃨E⃨N⃨E⃨S⃨S⃨
             ──────    STORMBRINGER,    P⃨R⃨O⃨L⃨O⃨G⃨U⃨E⃨        ⧼       0⃨1⃨.⃨      ⇽   Thor is always asking.  Asking to be taken in,  asking to be seen.   But at the end of the he’ll bully himself into the spotlight.   To be seen,  to be heard.  This time,  Thor wins.   Something about the æsir’s posture is a bit lighter,  Strange’s words soothe the anxiety slowly forming in his gut.   For once it seems like Thor has nothing else to say in order to counter Stephen.   (…)   Maybe he’s still stunned because he actually said yes to this pitiful,  melancholic,   wet dog of a god. It’s hard to subdue the mild source of joy he feels.
            
            I⃨N⃨T⃨R⃨O⃨D⃨U⃨C⃨T⃨I⃨O⃨N⃨   ⧼       0⃨2⃨.⃨      ⇽   ᵀᴴᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿᔆᵀᴿᵁᶜᴷ   IT DID TAKE FIVE MINUTES,  a heart string of laughter escapes Thor.  It eventually dies in his throat.  The question of his current condition settles in like embers.  How could  cosmic entity like Thor have isolation and depression grasp him like a halo?  Suffocating him like a vice?       Ԩe could only sigh in defeat.   
            
            
                      ﹙⚡️﹚ ᵍᵒᵈ     ᵒᶠ    ‣     T⃨H⃨U⃨N⃨D⃨E⃨R⃨ 
             ﹕ ᵈⁱᵃˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ  Ƭ.O ᵎ   ❛ ❜       ⁽ᴼᴴ   ᴾᴸᴱᴬᔆᴱ⁾ ,   THE AVENGERS SAY HELLO.     S⃨T⃨R⃨A⃨N⃨G⃨E⃨,   EVERYONE GETS TIRED,   EVERYONE.    IT’S A QUALITY THAT TAINTS ALL BEINGS,   EVEN GODS SUCH AS I.   ALAS,    I⃨ A⃨M⃨ G⃨L⃨A⃨D⃨ TO BE BY YOUR SIDE ONCE MORE.       (…)         ⅋      YOU ACCEPTING ME INTO YOUR ABODE IS SOMETHING I WILL CHERISH FOR THE DAYS TO COME.      I’M AFRAID WHAT AILS ME ISN’T IN MY NATURE⸻    I DESIRE THIS CLOSENESS.     IT’S AN ODD REQUEST,  BUT I’D LIKE TO STAY HERE.     TO WATCH WHAT GOES ON WITHIN THESE WALLS ⸻  BESIDES YOU.   THERE’S A HOME YOU’VE CREATED.   I THINK THAT’S A BEAUTIFUL SENTIMENT.    I⃨’⃨M⃨ L⃨O⃨N⃨E⃨L⃨Y⃨.⃨   I SUPPOSE,   MY INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS ARE PROOF OF THAT.    ❛ ❜
            
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Stephen’s eyes never softened, not even as Thor’s firm grip enveloped his shoulder in what was likely meant to be a gesture of reassurance. He glanced down, his head lowering slightly, already conceding his first defeat of the day. Peace, it seemed, would continue to elude him—like total satisfaction, always just out of reach.
            
            Thor had clearly misunderstood the breadth of Stephen’s title as "Doctor." He was no therapist. You could mistake him for a novice when it comes to interpersonal relationships. ( as was evident as he did not easily recognize such visits were a regular subset of friendship ) Babysitting a depressed God of War? That wasn’t part of the mystical curriculum, not by a long shot. However, Stephen couldn't help but understand why the sanctum would become a sanctuary for immortal problems. The Asgardians never struck him as a mentally healthy bunch although saying so would be the rough equivalent of the pot calling the kettle black.  
            
            Stephen sighed, his breath slow and deliberate, the heaviness in his chest unmistakable. But as always, his compassion, however begrudging, was enough to take on the issues of the world. Even when the situation was laughably out of his control. 
            
            [ Stephen, the sorcerer supreme doesn't get tired. ] A golden hue cascaded over the sorcerer, every inch of him modified back into his regular resting appearance. One of poise and an obnoxious amount of beard oil. With his peppery hair pulled into a loose braid, he seamlessly matched the professionalism people associated with him.
            
            " I don't get tired, " internal monologue verbalized he added, "excellent use of your five minutes. " Using his hand to reach into a portal he retrieved his now steeped tea and sipped it gingerly " We can hang out today. If only to make the Avengers jealous, " Stephen smiled, " what's troubling you? "

maybe he would have started with the fact that in this last death he only survived for thor. just so loki’s last words to him weren’t a lie. that since he last saw his brother he had thought of a million other things he’d say to him. that the recurring thought kept him creative. it kept him grounded. it kept him surviving.
            
            But he hadn’t been raised differently. to vocalize any of that verbal mush would be a breath away from admitting the one expectant sliver that wouldn’t leave him. loki had longed for thor’s return. a return that never came and one he wouldn’t hold against him any longer. no one ever came and no one would. because no one ever saved loki; no one was meant to. at his core, loki would rather suffer the weight of these thoughts than burden his brother with them. he settled back into his oldest most practiced role. one he hadn’t picked up in a while. unfortunately he was his brother’s keeper on the off chance that he too / could / be kept again.
            
            His arms met thor’s back, which wasn’t particularly tight but for someone as physically reserved as loki, he clung to him as if thor were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality . 
            
            “ I decided it makes more sense for you to go first . who else is going to make a case for me in valhalla ? “ he laughed with calculated ease , the timing almost as impeccable as the delivery . It was easy to force a laugh because the god actually found the idea delightfully absurd.
            
            he had no place in valhalla.
            
            “ ah, but what is the great hall to my brother’s bar ? “ . . . nothing worth surviving for.

loki, ever the performer, waited patiently for his latest role. He had been the neglected son, the vengeful prince, and even the dutiful king. suffice to say, they'd gone completely off script—so far off that, despite all his creativity, loki couldn’t imagine how this scene would end. Initially, loki didn't partake; instead, he allowed the force of the thunderer to act upon him. silent permission traveled on an icy breath, and what he lacked in enthusiasm,  he made up for it with the reverence he poured into every unspoken thought.
            
            loki had cycled through many philosophies over the centuries he’d been alive—existentialism, pessimism, nihilism, and naturally, absurdism. admitting that Thor’s presence might have altered the outcome would mean acknowledging that a different path even existed. where did that fit with loki’s ever-shifting worldview? he hadn't decided—perhaps he never would. maybe that indecision was his humanity—if there had ever been any. / If there was any left. /  even the briefest reflection of his life left an ominous weight on his mind, particularly when there was no audience and seemingly no reason to persevere.
            
            would thor have persevered ? could he have survived without a savior , without the hope that kept most people alive ?  loki had never mourned the loss of hope. how do you grieve for something you never had? he could mourn the idea of it—and , in a way , he had.
            
            he would mourn this .
            
            " one of us had to be the villain , thor. I'm glad it was me ," his voice steady but distant , “ it wouldn't have suited you ."
            
            loki had survived for so long, the idea of survival had become commodified, just another part he played from a script often forced upon him. there were a lot of things loki wanted to say. maybe , had they been raised differently he would have told thor that in every other universe loki would have chosen for it to be him. he’d have told thor he knew still knew what fondness was because he felt it for him.  ++

            
            I⃨N⃨T⃨R⃨O⃨D⃨U⃨C⃨T⃨I⃨O⃨N⃨   ⧼       0⃨2⃨.⃨      ⇽   ᵀᴴᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿᔆᵀᴿᵁᶜᴷ   CALLOUSED DIGITS FIDDLE with the old rag for a few moments more,  a steady stream of air exhales through Thor’s nostrils.  The affliction  in his heart is a familiar friend indeed.  He’s  learned to live with it all through out his life,  however seems to make matters much worse for the god.   From behind the counter,  Ⲧhor’s voice sounds low.  Controlled   ⅋  steady.  Empathy seeping with each word.  
            
                            Ԩ OW STRANGE.  THE 
                                   IDEA OF FATE—
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                      ﹙⚡️﹚ ᵍᵒᵈ     ᵒᶠ    ‣     T⃨H⃨U⃨N⃨D⃨E⃨R⃨ 
             ﹕ ᵈⁱᵃˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ  Ƭ.O ᵎ   ❛ ❜    (…)    I AM SORRY.   THAT IS ALL I CAN SAY,  I WISH I COULD’VE BEEN WITH YOU ON SUCH A J⃨O⃨U⃨R⃨N⃨E⃨Y⃨.    BY THE GODS I WOULD HAVE S⃨L⃨A⃨U⃨G⃨H⃨T⃨E⃨R⃨E⃨D⃨ F⃨O⃨R⃨ Y⃨O⃨U⃨ IF IT MEANT FOR ONES REDEMPTION.       IT’S RATHER ODD MY BROTHER.   THIS IS A BEISKR STÍGR ⁽ᵇⁱᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃᵗʰ⁾ I BELIEVED YOU’VE NEEDED FOR A MILLENNIA,  BUT MY HEART ACHES ALL THE SAME.   HEARING YOUR TRIALS.       W⃨E⃨ A⃨R⃨E⃨ D⃨A⃨M⃨N⃨E⃨D⃨.   IF REDEMPTION     ⅋      DEATH WERE NOT YOUR DESTINY,   I’M SURE YOU WERE WRITTEN IN MINE,   LOKI.       I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A GOOD PERSON,   DESPITE ALL THAT WAS SAID.   JUST MISGUIDED.   ❛ ❜
            
            
            
                       A heavy hand rests against 
                       Loki’s shoulder,  moments 
                       later an arm pulls him in for
                       a tight hug─┈  holding the
                       god like a vice.  rooted into 
                            the very wood floors. 
            
                       ⇽           ᵀᴴᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿ ᔆᵀᴿᵁᶜᴷ
            
                     ❛ ❜      Y͟O͟U͟ ͟A͟R͟E͟ ͟L͟O͟V͟E͟D͟  ,
                       LOKI.    BY ME ESPECIALLY.
                       WHEN YOU FIRST CAME BACK
                       I─┈  I WAS FURIOUS.  HURT.
                       and i’m sorry the things i’ve 
                            done.  the thing i’ve 
                                      became.        ❛ ❜      

═ㅤ═     &    「   結         匿名
            おっこつ    」  Y.O ▕   S.G
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                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞[A sigh,] […]                
                           Satoru, I need you to state 
                           your reasoning.  Surely, you
                           wouldn’t be here without 
                           reason. We’re not here to 
                           reflect on the past,  I know 
                           I’m not.   Akeira’s spirit is 
                           my burden to deal with,  
                           mine alone.  Unless, you 
                           have way to settle his very
                           spirit.  I’d rather no discuss 
                           this.      〞
            
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                 YUA’S WORDS SOUND ABSOLUTE. 
                      BUT, THEY’RE NOT. SATORU 
                          KNOWS THAT VERY WELL. 
            She’s ever present, much more alert   &    awake at the mention of Akeira.  If she holds on a little bit longer,  she can almost remember the memory of Kanna’s face.  They were nothing more than memories now,  memories from a different life.  However,  the very mention of Akeira from @sovertiums makes her curious.  There’s always reasoning behind his actions, despite the aloof attitude he’s applied to himself in recent years.   He’s not an idiot after all. 
                                    HE’S SATORU GOJO. 
            

* satoru is relaxed, he sits manspreaded with his arms draped across the couch. despite the obvious insult,  the stupid grin on his face only gets wider. *    does he?  that’s good then,  i hope he can see how ridiculous the commanders of the sorcerer world have gotten.  * he snorts at her light threat,  unbothered,  unserious.  *  ..   you did curse him.  not on purpose,  but why else would he be the reasoning for your actions, your thoughts, your very beging?   getou haunts me,  but only in my dreams.  .. akeira is /everywhere/ with you. 

═ㅤ═     &    「   結         匿名
            おっこつ    」  Y.O ▕   G.S
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                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 Satoru, surely                   
                           you’re not forcing my hand. 
                           Right ﹖ To suggest such a 
                           thing  […]   He haunts us all.
                           Like Suguru Gēto haunts you.
                           You still see apparitions of 
                           him at night, don’t you﹖
                           We all have ghosts, Satoru.
                           Do not mock me.       〞
            
            ໒      ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ          ⨾   1  /   1        ──────────       
            
                 YUA SEEMS TO LAMENT ON THIS.  
                      IT’S A STAB WOUND & A CARESS
                          ALL AT ONCE.  BURN & SOOTHE.
            Yua is calculated like a scalpel, she cuts deep.  She’s more blade than woman     &    Satoru knows that.  The anxiety of being seen gnaws away like an acid eroding at soft flesh. Intestines twist. Skin feels molten. Did she really curse Akeira﹖Are these sins of a friend, or a foe ﹖
                                      WAS SHE HER VERY OWN 
                                      SIN  ﹖ @sovertiums

═ㅤ═     &    「   結         匿名
            おっこつ    」  Y.O ▕   I.Y
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                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 The name                    
                           “Okkotsu” is a stain on my
                           name.  Yūta is dead to me.
                           There is nothing I need to
                           explain nor grant you. This
                           Discussion is over.      〞
            
            ໒      ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ          ⨾   1  /   1        ──────────       
            
                 THE FAMILIAR FEELING OF   
                      DIGUST SETTLES WITHIN 
                          YUA’S CHEST.  BILE 
            rises to her throat.  Family was a burden long forgotten when she became the Jujutsu Commander. Family was something that made her weak.  Perhaps, if she can convince herself home is the first grave, she can kill her former self.  Now,  her blurred,  twisted visage is set on @cursedpunches  He was Akeira’s blood,  a mirror image of her former friend.  Would he serve the same fate as his uncle ﹖
            
                 COULD SHE STOP THE PAST ﹖

═ㅤ═     &    「   結         匿名
            おっこつ    」  Y.O ▕   K.O 
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                           ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ‧    〞 There’s no                     
                           point in taking pity on me. 
                           Whether this life was fated or 
                           not, I’m here  […]  aren’t I ﹖ 
                           [A grimace,]  surely you’re not 
                           here to sympathize with me. 
                           Perhaps you’re here to strike
                           me down.  End my misery ﹖ 
                           Please,  enlighten me.       〞
            
            ໒      ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ          ⨾   1  /   1        ──────────       
            
                 YUA ARISES FROM HER ORIGINAL
                      POSITION.   KNEES ARE STAINED
                          FROM THE SOIL BELOW HER.
            Shes already prepared for a battle,  another war.  Hues narrow into slits,  challenging @onnanohebi. Yua is not beautiful,  nor admirable.  She’s tired    &    bruised.
                                      ANYONE CAN SEE THAT.  
            

tell me,  what sins did you commit in your past life to be condemned like this?

   ⟢    A⃨B⃨I⃨L⃨I⃨T⃨I⃨E⃨S⃨.    An Analysis.  
            
            
            ⧼      SRED—BYED     |   DGA’—BYED,      *”to make one ecstatic”   +   ”to make one crave”   **only effective on humans.**      in which yua can can hit certain pressure points that enhance one’s bodily abilities,  like blood flow.    the extent of this ability weighs on how many needles are in use.   **curse energy usage depends on the locations of the sights & the amount of needles.**
            
            ⧼      SKEM—BYED,    ”to make one thin, emaciated and dried out”     grants her the ability to create illusions.  one’s mental state is temporarily impaired,  to a more unstable state.  ( pretty much a hallucination ),   deceptions seem real to the target.   this requires an extensive amount of cursed energy and is extremely draining.  the easier the manifestation,  the last energy it takes.  the more complicated,  the more draining  (and)  deadly it is.
            
            ⧼      V⃨i⃨s⃨a⃨g⃨e⃨:     yua’s appearance is based on her skem—byed ability.  her form or appearance is similar to a void, blurred.. on its the lowest intensity. under heavier usage, the viewer subconsciously chooses how to view her.
            
            ⧼      DOMAIN EXPANSION,    HEAVENS EMANATION:      *the strength and range of domain varies on the amount of cursed energy yua places.   only has a distance of 120 meters,  will be ineffective if it exceeds this limit.*    creates a room with four statues representing the four maras.  resembles a traditional chinese doctor office,  (burning incense,  large scrolls of written chinese script,  etc.)   within this domain,  the needles may hit any target.  getting caught in this domain without any counter measure causes you to be a “patient.”

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