#A slice of life

[asliceoflife]

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Knowing the pain she went through, he didn't want to leave her side. Not one minute."

More modern AU Loki and Sigyn where they just had their twins!! Sigyn is just admiring her newly made family and feeling sentimental and proud ✨

[thegreatwicked]

Gorl you know who it is ;)

Loki Mischief fic- FILL ME TF IN!!!! Watchu cookin?

GASP! Who are you? Are you STALKING me??? Lol, I gotchu stranger. This story has yet to be finished yet and it's been shelved for QUITE some time!

Loki didn’t even need to tell Heimdall why he was there, he was also familiar with Sigyn's wandering spirit.

“Where is she this time?”

Heimdall kept his stoic repose but he rather enjoyed these visits from Loki and it seemed more and more every day that she was turning him into the more responsible one. With a barely detectable grin, he opened the Bifrost, the shimmering bridge of light leading him to her.

“A place called Honey, in New York. She said you should dress for the occasion.” 

“Can you not stop her from taking these excursions?”

“It is not my place, barring the path of a Goddess.”

Loki sighed in frustration and called upon his magic for a more appropriate change of clothes, and he stepped onto the bridge.

New York was a place he was decently familiar with, he had heard the name Honey before, but knew little about it, other than it was a place for the well to do to indulge in desires. His leather coat and princely attire now swapped for a more fitting three piece black suit that fit his lean and long frame perfectly, adjusting the tie slightly he stepped out onto the street, unnoticed by the Midgardians, so lost in the haze of their little mortal lives. He was just suddenly there, outside an older but elegant brick building, a nice place by mortal standards but it paled in comparison to the grandeur of Asgard. Why Sigyn kept him coming here was beyond him. The door man didn’t dare stop him, to see if Loki was allowed entrance, all he had to do was flash a dangerous look at the man with those dark eyes and he shrunk back and allowed Loki in. He was fairly certain that places like these were members only but that meant very little to a god who could summon up illusions within the blink of an eye. 

Although the buildings exterior was sparse but decently kept, the interior surprised him, it was lavish, and lush, extravagant fabrics and curtains adorning private booths, plenty of dark corners to hide in, low lighting to obscure identities, soft seductive music playing just loud enough for the waitresses to gently sway their hips in time with the beat, and of course a well stocked bar. 

As he made his way to the bar, for some of the admittedly delightful Midgardian alcohol, he was surprised to see a waitress in a black slinky dress walk up to him and offer him a drink that he hadn’t ordered. He raised an eyebrow at the drink and only accepted when she elaborated on the drinks contents and origins.

“Compliments of the woman in the private room. She said she was expecting you,”

“And how do you know she was expecting me?”

“She said you would look irritated but be impeccably dressed, and that you had a taste for the 25 year scotch, neat.” He took the drink and sipped its contents, indeed it was scotch that he had sampled before and had developed a liking for. 

When he looked up from the drink to the room she gestured to, he could make out a silhouette in the dim light, most details were obscured. As he made his way closer more detail became apparent, of course, it was Sigyn, but not in any fashion he’d ever seen before. Indeed, once inside the dim room, he was shocked, seeing Sigyn dressed in the finest gowns of Asgard, or in nothing at all was nothing new, in the time they had known one another. They had spent some very intimate time together, yet nothing could have prepared him for how his beloved now sat on a low platform with one long leg elegantly crossed over the other, wearing what he understood to be Midgardian undergarments, dark green in color.

Loki didn’t think of himself as having mundane things like favorite colors but the evidence showed that he was rather fond of the shade. It was a color that he often associated with secrecy, luxury, mystery, and maybe even a little bit of envy. He had to admit he rather loved what he saw, a garment he knew from previous escapades to be called a chemise. It clung to her body and was made of a very intricate lace leaving so little to the imagination that it would have simply been easier to command what he desired instead of fantasizing about it.

So much of her was bare to him but still enough to make him nearly salivate, the garment tormented with a view of the hollow of her chest, clinging to her breasts which appeared to be bare beneath the lace. He could make out the soft peaks and delicate pebbling, the lace ran down the front of her body in a v pattern stopping just below her navel, in fact, it reminded him of the dark green dress she had worn the first time they’d met, it too had a plunging neckline but tastefully so. Narrowing strips of lace ran over her shoulders and wound around her neck. Leaving her back mostly exposed with the exception of her fiery hair acting as a curtain. The chemise itself only barely reached her upper thigh, sinfully short, and to his displeasure, he could make out some inconvenient scrap of fabric obscuring the rest of his view. No jewelry to enhance or draw his eye and a very dark lining to her green and gold eyes that made them easier to become lost in. Her hair was loose and unkempt around her shoulders, it was so often swept up into a braid or some other regal updo that he preferred seeing it down. He had seen her bare skin before but somehow the state of dress being something in between clothed and naked was very tantalizing. And with his long and lengthy assessment complete, the God of Mischief approved.

He swallowed hard upon locking his gaze with her, then remembered he was irritated, but then wondered if he really cared at this point. True finding Sigyn could be annoying, but when he did find her she never disappointed him, and although Loki was a man of refined tastes and considered himself above the things Midgardians did, he had to admit, this particular activity was holding his attention.

“You found me.”

She looked up at him under hooded eyes with a look as casual as though he’d found her in the library in Asgard. He closed the door and flipped the lock.

“You’re never truly hard to find, Sigyn.” He looked around at their setting, “This seems a little extreme, I’ll never understand what your fascination with Midgardian customs and culture is.”

“You don’t like this place? I thought it would rather suit you quite well, and I’m rather fond of how Midgardians pass their time. Do you not approve?” She asked him lazily uncrossing her legs then rising to her feet.

“It has its merits.”

His approval wasn’t hard to get in a situation like this, after all, how did you keep a god interested? Show him things he hasn’t seen before, and although Loki had been with his share of women and even men, he’d never found himself in a setting such as this, and most certainly not with a high-born woman who was to be his wife, she certainly had his attention. He glanced around and gave an interested nod of his head, one that said ‘I’ve seen better’ 

“Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you like this but are you quite ready to return home?” He had more than a few plans in mind in the confines of his chambers.

She shook her head in disappointment.

“Don’t you want to see what new Midgardian custom I’ve learned? I thought it would please you.”

Loki rather enjoyed the idea of Sigyn wanting to please him, although she did that anyway, with her quick wit, beautiful body, and that delightfully naughty sense of adventure hidden by the guise of a lady she had. He stepped closer to her and for a change he looked up at her. Standing on the raised platform, she stood a little taller than him now. Two steely gazes locked onto one another in a silent battle of wills.

“Play the game.”

A whisper called to him and after some tense quiet moments had elapsed, Loki, for one of the few items in his long life, conceded. 

A seductive smile played on Sigyns' lips as her fingers found the two buttons that held his suit jacket closed and she tugged on the tie pulling him closer so that his eyes were now at her chest, which he didn't really mind. As he suspected, she wore nothing beneath the top portion of her chemise. The desire to reach out and take one of her perfect breasts into his grip was strong, and his hands flexed in his pockets briefly but he managed to keep his resolve. She stepped off the platform so that he now looked down at her, now being her proper height which was about half a head shorter than him and she gently led him to the dim corner of the private room and pushed him onto the soft couch. He looked at her and her expression read one of calculation and he was certain he could see the wheels turning in her head, he wondered what she had planned for him, he knew what she liked. Sigyn loved seeing him come undone. The cold and detached demeanor of the dark haired sorcerer prince giving way to the almighty God of Mischief. Seeing him unhinged, full of wanton passion and desire, directing her to do as he sometimes commanded other times commanding her to tell him what she wanted. It was a side of Loki that no one but her knew, and she relished in drawing it out. She was off to a good start.

“How is this game played?”

This piece is over a year and a half old and looking back it's a little rough around the edges! It was meant to be a smutty one-shot series about Loki and Sigyn. Should I finish it???

[psychologeek]

So

My "Jason write fanfics and has a pen pal" series got another one!

I'm sorry. It's sad. It's Jazz POV

Do you want to give your heart a break?

BC THIS IS HOW YOU GET YOUR HEART BREAK

Have fun!

[veronicaleighauthor]

Fun Facts About “A Slice of Life”

Last Sunday, my story “A Slice of Life” was published in Black Cat Weekly #141. It is the second installment of the Sleuthing Smith Sisters Series. If you’re interested in buying the issue for your Kindle, you can do so here. If you’re interested in buying the story alone for your Kindle, you can do so here, and I’ll get royalties.

Today I’m going to write about the Fun Facts/Behind the Scenes stuff that went into writing this story. Enjoy!

This story takes place in January of 1919, during the Spanish Influenza pandemic. Minnie is working as a housekeeper in a hospital and Brenna is studying to be a veterinarian. Much of their feelings and experiences are based on my own and my sister’s during the covid pandemic. I was working as a housekeeper in a nursing home, and my sister was studying to be a vet assistant. The fear, the pain, the loss, the mask wearing – it was the same in 2020 as it was in 1919. However, by 1920, it is estimated that anywhere from 17 million to 100 million people worldwide died from the Spanish Flu.

Contrary to what it was called, the Spanish Flu didn’t begin in Spain. It began in an army camp in Kansas in 1918, although it may have had a precursor in 1916/1917 in military hospitals in France and England. It was believed that the strain was beginning to die out in the fall of 1918, but when the Great War ended and people gathered in crowds to celebrate, it created the deadly second wave. There were four waves altogether, which lasted into 1920, and a milder version of it in 1921, but by then it was considered more of a seasonal flu. So, why was it called the Spanish Flu? Because Spain was the first to report on the pandemic. A neutral nation, they had a free press and stated how many died from the flu in Spain. This gave the false impression amongst other countries that the flu began in Spain. America, Great Britain, and other European countries had a censored press and they didn’t cover it the way Spain did. For that reason, it was called the Spanish Flu.

The house the Smith sisters live in is a Parsonage, which belongs to the church their father serves as a minister. The house is in fact based on the house I live in, and have lived in for nearly twenty-six years. Built in 1913, it is a Sears Roebuck House. Well to-do families in the early 20th Century could order plans and materials from the Sears Roebuck Catalogue and build the house of their dreams. This isn’t the first time I featured our house in a story. The first time I wrote about it was in a gothic mystery entitled, “No Place Like Home.”

It is briefly mentioned in the story, that when Minnie and Brenna were younger, they had knock-down-drag-out fights. Well, when my sister and I were growing up, we had knock-down-drag-out fights. They tapered off when I was about twelve and she was nine. One time, we were fighting and losing our balance, we slammed into a piano. Neither of us told our parents, fearing we would get into trouble.

To my surprise, there really was a Providence, Indiana, in Johnson County. However, this was meant to be a fictional town, set in Vigo County, along the Wabash River.

Louisa May Alcott, author of “Little Women” is mentioned. Her classic coming of age story of the March sisters heavily inspired my own writing when I was a teen. I wrote about Minnie and Brenna back then, though they more resembled the March sisters, than when they do today. To this day Alcott is an influence in my writing.

A Hoosier Cabinet is shown in the story. A cupboard, or free-standing cabinet, it could be used as a workstation. According the Wikipedia, in that era, many homes didn’t have built in cabinets and Hoosier Cabinets were used to store and make meals on. Discontinued in 1942, you can still find different styles of Hoosier Cabinets at antique shops nationwide.

Until next time!

[brat-buck]

End of the year photo dump of the critter that keeps me alive.

[harmonizedhero]

"A slice of life" is my favorite slice of life anime and its not even fuckngin real wah7glf theu fuck.

[consultingpacha]

Work has been kind of stressful this last days, and Im extremely tired, but I’ve got to go to a friend’s wedding this weekend so Im excited about it. Yay!

[mecheye]

Deathbrain - a slice of life

Another banger provided by Youtubes algorhythm

Some soft and soothing DnB for the morning

[asliceoflife]

[oversevenseas]

We once were young - is it too late now?

Let's share a slice of life. Let's make it sweet.

And what does all this have to do with cake? Learning to age does not come natural to me Sometimes I wonder if it is all too late, if I have missed all the good chances and will now be left only with crumbs. I know that it is not even that late in life but the future no longer looks vibrant and youthful. I feel a little mournful, a little disempowered, a little defeated, a little…

[akanemnon]

Family game night

[delusioninabox]

Comic #2,533! Noticing my child doing things right and thanking them for it has been the most rewarding thing in parenting for me. ♥️

[psychologeek]

I KNOW it's not missiles (or not in my area).

I KNOW the sirens doesn't go off.

I KNOW that.

But every time I hear the distant boom, or even the whistle of something fly, my heart still goes:

Yes, but-

What if-?

[veronicaleighauthor]

Black Cat Weekly #141

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms out there! I hope you’re having a wonderful day.

The new Black Cat Weekly released today, issue #141. My story “A Slice of Life,” was included, and to my surprise it was the cover feature of this issue. “A Slice of Life,” is the second installment of the Sleuthing Smith Sisters series. If you’re looking for a cozy read for your Mother’s Day, this might be right up your alley.

If you’re interested in buying the issue for your Kindle, you can do so here.

If you’re interested in buying only “A Slice of Life,” you can do so here.

I just can’t get over how wonderful the cover looks! It’s too delightful for words.

In a few days, I will post a Fun Facts post, giving you the behind the scenes of writing this story, and what inspired it.

Until next time!

[amalasdraws]

When your boyfriend works the graveyard shift, so you join with noodles and crossword puzzles

this is a redraw of an old pic and it really was a fun and nice challenge

And I love that it shows how my lineart improved, as well as my understanding of colors and perspective.