#apologies for only posting tiny creatures . -> i don't know why i'm apologizing BUT I PROMMY IM WORKING ON OTHER STUFF

[eldritchfreakazoid]

thought i would post this for funsies . . . drew the 1st one a while back and then i made a follow up to it . . i think he deserves to sleep very soundly . silly silly man

[smolghostbot]

GT July: Intimidate (1)

Can We Stop And Rewind?

Decided to do two entries today, both snippets from Patchwork Melody: Spring, Patch and Melody's first meeting story. This is the lower-intensity one, the other (posting in a bit) is very whump.

Context: Melody has brought Patch inside to help them with a sprained arm, but they both have very different ideas of what's going on.

Word Count: 800

Character bios in my pinned post

CWs for accidental ableism (discussed and apologized for) and mentions of kidnapping (a genuine misunderstanding). Also some swearing on Mel's part but if that bothers you this is not the blog for you.

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Suddenly, their giant captor stood up and walked away. The sprite instantly became terrified. Were they getting something to punish them for their silence? Were they finally dropping the nice facade?

Eventually, the human came back to the table with a large book. Placing it down gently, so as not to scare the tiny creature with a loud thump, they began to flip through the book.

"Okay… pointed ears say an elf, but your ears aren't really very… elven. Maybe you're a mousefolk? But you have no tail… or if you do, it's a tiny one hidden under that little robe of yours… I did find you outside of my house, and your outfit looks a bit ragged… uh, no offense, of course. Maybe you're a brownie? I have some milk in the fridge, would that get you to talk?"

They could only look at the human with a confused look. What was she going on about?

"... No wings, so you probably aren't a fairy… unless you lost your wings. Did you ever have wings, little thing?"

The confused sprite only shook their head in a slow "no".

"OK… well, I probably… uh… should have gone for something more professional than a D&D guidebook… I think I still have my old college textbooks around here somewhere… gods knows those things are way too expensive to chuck…"

The human left, and took several more books off the shelf after a few minutes of looking around. She flipped through each book, taking what felt like forever, muttering to herself as she went.

"We're miles from the nearest forest… you clearly aren't invisible… Definitely don't look human… Those clothes don't look at all suitable for living in water… it's… maybe technically nighttime? But you weren't leaving a gift… unless… you were actually planting seeds! Is this backpack full of seeds?"

The small sprite instantly went into a panic as the human looked over to their backpack, frantically shaking their head in a no, and praying that the human didn't try to dig into the bag. They already had to fix it up after… the last human they met. Luckily, this human seems to have had no plans on that and continued digging through the books, becoming more frustrated over time.

Eventually, they seem to have hit their limit, and threw their head back in agitation before speaking in a more aggressive tone than they had previously. "Ugh! Why won't you just say anything!?"

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Melody noticed a knocking noise on the plastic container her little "guest" was in, and saw the mysterious little thing clearly trying to get her attention. As she looked over at him, she saw him frantically motioning with his hands over his neck, in an X shape. His mouth was moving, as if speaking in an exaggerated way, as if to make it easier for her to see that no sound was coming out of his mouth. He clearly looked scared, probably threatened by her voice raising. Her eyes lit up in both realization and embarrassment.

"Oh my gods. You aren't just being silent to be difficult… you can't actually speak, can you?" As he nodded a yes, Mel lowered her head into her hands in shame.

"Shit, I'm such a dick. That's what your little hand motions were, oh my gods you were signing! My dumb ass was sitting here thinking you were trying to cast spells or something, ugh, I'm such an idiot! Maybe not everything about this situation is silly and fantastical, Mel, maybe he's just mute and you're being insensitive like always."

Their head raised and their face shifted into a goofy expression as they began to cheer with a clearly sarcastic voice, "Yeah Mel, yeah, woo, get upset at a mute guy for not speaking, like a COMPLETE ASSHOLE, hell yeah, casual ableism, woo!!"

The human hung her head in embarrassment again before continuing to berate herself, putting her head in her hands.

"Ugh… I swear, I didn't know, if I had known I would never… I'm not some, like, prick, I swear. Oh my gods, I'm so stupid. Way to make a first impression, at least I know you can't hex me or whatever because I would be so cursed right now for sure."

If the sprite could communicate at the moment, and wasn't still terrified of this human, they'd have some strong words about how kidnapping is also not a good first impression. However, they have no intent on insulting their captor, despite the clear look of regret already on the human's face. They remain still, waiting for the human to compose themself.

[immortalled]

hi! i’m so sorry if this is strange, i’m just working on a story and i’d love a second opinion ^^’ no pressure to answer this at all! it’s very hard to explain without proper context so bare with me

i was wondering how you think nathan would react upon finding out he’s the only person who can kill a creature that’s been plaguing him and his friends for a while, in a sort of IT inspired way? most of his friends would be dead at this point, so it’d be like a heroic attempt to make up for their losses by strapping himself with explosives lmao

he’d be around the age he appears in the show but in a tiny rural town setting with no powers

it’s a little up in the air for me on whether he would do it and what could happen afterwards, i’ve kept this quite vague mostly because it is just a loose storyline i’ve strung together while listening to a song, but if it sparks anything for you i’d love to hear!

Hi, Nonnie! Not strange at all! I love talking to people. ♥ (And apologies in advance, this got long because I started analyzing him LOL. Please feel free to skip the analysis under the cut if that doesn't interest you.)

Okay, so first off, I'm flattered you're asking me, and secondly, this sounds like a really fun fanfiction. If you're comfortable, I'd love to read it! If you ever post it on Ao3, please feel free to drop me a link! I'll subscribe!! c:

As for your question... Of course, please do always play with him however you want! I'm far from any kind of... idk, definitive authority on his character LOL, and fancreations are your own sandbox, so I'd never want anyone to change what they want to do based on my or anyone else's personal interpretation of a character. But! My personal two cents is that whether or not Nathan would sacrifice himself like that is really down to how strong his connection with his friends has grown and if he thinks there is anything to gain or save by doing so!

Nathan Young is a character who loves living. He's the embodiment of the early 2010s YOLO motto and that particular brand of unapologetic, teenagery/young adult joie de vivre attitude is why I think the storm gave him immortality as a super power. The rooftop scene in the S1 finale is a great example of this and his entire speech about going crazy while you're young, even if it's dangerous, is actually a really solid look into Nathan's worldview and what seems to drive his impulses. In fact, I think rewatching that entire episode might help you get a better perspective on Nathan and how he might handle the situation in your fanfic!

So, that is to say, I don't think mortal!Nathan is the kind of person to sacrifice his life for anything without very good reason. In fact, I'd argue that he wouldn't at all without immortality as a safety net. He's kind of a coward at times and tends to dodge anything painful or unpleasant, be it emotional or physical. But let's look at the times he sacrificed or almost sacrificed himself in canon!

S1E6 - Falling from the Wertham Community Centre. Nathan does not know he's immortal here and he almost doesn't go back for his friends at all. He only decides to try stopping Virtue because he's been pushed to the edge and realizes how much his weird little ASBO family means to him. Without them, he's totally alone again, and Nathan hates being alone. Although, in fairness, I also do not think Nathan believed there was a possibility of dying in this scenario. Rachel was mind-controlling people, not murdering them, and he clearly did not account for the fact that either of them would lose their balance. I am unsure that he would have done any of this had he known he might not make it out alive... maybe if he had exhausted all other options? Either way, the key here is that he did take risks because he thought he could still save his friends.

S2E2 - Trying to save Jamie. Nathan doesn't think before running toward the burning car to save his half-brother. He could have died here because the ecstasy he took reversed his power, but it's unclear whether or not he heard Simon's warning or if it would have made a difference. Considering how blind the reaction looked, I don't think being immortal or mortal would have mattered. But, still, he was acting on the hope that he could save Jamie.

S2E4 - Almost lets Tim gut him. In order to keep his friends from being killed by Tim the Crazy GTA NPC, Nathan agrees to be killed in their stead. However, he has to be pressured into it by his friends despite knowing he will come back to life. I think Nathan would have deeply regretted it if he had let Tim kill them, but in that moment he was far more afraid of the pain of death than anything else.

S2E6 - Suicide for fame and going toe-to-toe with the Murderous Milkman. This is one of the best examples of Nathan's growth and how he has begun to cope with his power in an extremely unhealthy way. In this episode, we see him toy with the idea of allowing himself to be killed for fame (albeit not without a little bit of peer pressure from his manager), which he does on-camera. We also see him try to legitimately fight someone for the first time when he seeks out Brian specifically for revenge after learning Brian murdered Kelly. In both instances, Nathan knows he will or could die, but he's willing to go through with it anyway because he's immortal. Dying hurts, it sucks, but he's learning to see it as something unimportant when he's able to come back to life. Obviously, he wouldn't kill himself on camera without immortality, but I think it's fair to question whether or not he'd attack someone out of revenge for a dead friend. Maybe? I don't personally think so, but it might be worth watching this episode again and analyzing the scene for yourself.

S2E7 / The "Christmas Special" - Blocking a gunman from shooting his friends. I admittedly have some beef with the characterization and overall writing of this episode, but I don't think that this particular scene is OOC. In this episode, an armed gunman bursts into the bar where Curtis works and is about to shoot. Nathan wastes no time getting in front of the gun and telling him to shoot, who cares, he's immortal. It's all very badass until he's reminded uh oh! he sold his power and is actually mortal now. Realizing that, Badass Hero Nathan vanishes and he flings himself out of the way to avoid being shot (which gets Nikki killed in the process). Now, obviously, this scene is set up entirely just to fridge Nikki and you could argue that Nathan isn't as close to Nikki as his other friends, but I don't think that would have mattered. If Nathan, mortal, had the choice between jumping between his friends and a bullet or hiding... I really do think he'd hide.

Don't get me wrong, Nathan can be selfless and heroic. The fact that he's immortal does not cheapen the fact that he was willing to endure the pain of death and what appears to be a very unpleasant resurrection process for the sake of potentially saving or avenging his friends. Nathan's an ass, and he's regularly selfish, but he is not a bad guy and he sticks his neck out for people he loves way more often than any of them give him credit for. But I also just do not think that he'd be willing to sacrifice or get himself hurt if he had no supernatural "take-backs". If he sacrificed himself, I think it would have to be accidental, as with running to save Jamie; some great, fatal risk that he does not consider fatal because he's too wrapped up in an emotion greater than his fear of dying.

For your story, I think you would have to either push him to the point of not being able to think past a greater fear, or you would have to remove all other options from him. Friends gone, family gone, way of living, maybe even the rest of the world, gone. Or perhaps he's trapped, somehow, in a place where he can't return to the rest of the world? Maybe he's stuck in a place where it will forever be just him and the monster that's been hounding them. I think that he would have to sit with that revelation for a while, wear down, and then maybe he would seriously consider destroying himself to destroy the creature, if the alternative is too suffocating and grim to bear. Whatever the reason, without his friends to save, the catalyst for his decision would need to be something that directly affects Nathan, not people who are no longer alive.

Anyway, that's just my very long two cents. Again, fictional characters are up to interpretation and I think most any character can be pushed and changed to do whatever you want in the right circumstances, especially AUs. So don't let my opinions stop you if you want to take his character a different direction! The most important thing is to have fun and write the story you want to tell. c:

If you have any more thoughts or want to brainstorm some ideas, though, I'm happy to bat around some stuff with you and see what sticks! I read IT several years ago and loved it, so seeing the Misfits gang thrown into a similar situation sounds like a ton of fun.

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Back on my nonsense with Satan

This long post is more about my interpretations and me translating those into my writing so it's not really a breakdown but more of a... a... it's a braindump that's what this is.

Prefaces:

This will be covering Satan, if you don't want to expose yourself to that feel free to leave no judgement here :)

This will also be covering the vilification of women in abrahamic religions, this is *not* representative of those who follow these faiths or the overarching ideologies- religions are diverse, many people contribute, many ideas are amalgamated, this post is not about bashing these faiths

This post will also be covering some dharmic ideas too! These ideas are not representative of the faiths as a whole or their followers, what I will be looking at is a tiny sliver of something much, much larger

Also, this is super-duper messy, I’ll probably rehash this when I have time with some actual structure and more solid arguments because I re-read this and it hurts my brain pfft

Finally, the usual apology, sorry for any grammatical mistakes!

Now, on with the ramble!

So, it's an ungodly hour and I should be sleeping but alas! I'm not.

Because an idea has popped into my head.

What is it with Satan and women? Why is this typically attributed male creature a representative of femininity?

Then, I do a bit of digging and a bit of thinking. You see, it all started with Eve and then it expanded from there.

Eve is often seen as the embodiment of women, she's all women rolled into one. Eve is shorthand for woman. And Eve also was the one who fell for Satan's ploy and ate the apple, thus dooming all of humanity and all of women. Tsk. Tsk. Eve, I would've spotted those red flags from a mile away. What are you doing, babes?!🙄

Anyways, jokes aside, Eve was the one who was seduced and was the one who fell from grace and brought all of us with her. She's at fault. Thus, women are at fault. Eve's feminine mind was easily manipulated by the sultry words of the og bad boy and it cost her everything. Why? Because she's vulnerable. She's corruptible. And she demonstrates that in spite of being Adam's literal rib, she's separate.

Eve defies and separates herself from the holy man. Who else did this a couple chapters before? Oh yeah, the Devil.

Satan defies God and separates himself from the holy man.

Both are cold reflections in this respect.

You know who else mirrored Satan's fall?

The woman before Eve! Lilith. She solidifies her separation from Adam, both literal in that she was not made from him but rather another mound of clay, but also spiritually. Lilith abandons her expectations and leaves, to later find a companion in the Beast.

So why is this so bizarre? Why is the Devil not only spurring on these women to make the 'woman's' mistake but also committing the feminine error himself?

Remember when I said he defied? Well, what if we put that in respects of his role. Satan is masculine, there's no denying that, he is constantly referred to by male pronouns and constantly associated with phallic imagery (think tridents, swords, spears) and hellenic male symbols too (the image of the horns and goat legs comes from satyrs, notorious for being creatures of male vices such as lusting, adultery and usually harassing women in their myths). Satan, to me at least, is male by nature. He is a he, but he somehow is mirrored by and associated with women. Because he both simultaneously defines and defies masculinity.

Satan confronts his gendered role as protector, going down a woman's path of being easily enraptured by his words (his pride could be seen here, man gets seduced by himself) and ends up falling. And time and time again women follow suit.

Why? Because he too is vulnerable. He's corruptible. He's delicate.

He's feminine.

Oooh! What a twist! The Devil, unbridled male destruction, the one who gives men bad thoughts, who represents male sin, is feminine?!

How?

Because Satan wants to be a God. He wants to be everything.

In a post a while ago, I made reference to an ESO quote about someone desiring to be "all races, all genders, everything" but inevitably only being themself. I love that quote so much because it summarises Satan.

Satan wants to be God. He wants to be Father. But, dare I say, he also wants to be Mother.

He lives vicariously through Eve, pulling the strings so that she fulfils the role he wanted. She becomes mother to all, but not without a satanic taint influencing the universe to come. Satan now has had a taste at being a mother, his original sin passing between her legs as she gives birth. However, he's never satisfied. He needs more.

This is where we get to my thoughts. And oh boy do these thoughts think!

So, Satan obviously has an affinity for women, desiring to embody all sides of the coin simultaneously. I mean this in a celestial being way, I'm not applying anything to do with our human views of gender and being those respective genders. Satan wants to be there for women, allow women to fulfil his need to be a patron god of all things feminine (I get this is a bit reductive in that it’s saying women are at this feminine end and men at the other, so I’m just going to clarify that I acknowledge gender isn’t necessarily a binary where you sit at either end) as well as the men who share this plane.

He makes more Eves. In Christian lore, especially during the witch hunts, word on the street was that women were more vulnerable to demonic forces because of their connection to Eve. However, what if it was the opposite way? Women don't have a special association with the Devil, the Devil does with women.

He talks to them, watches how they listen and encourages them to thrive, more like thrive by his interpretation of thriving (remember, Satan is a "my way or the highway" type guy). He doesn't understand them, not as well as he likes to think he does, but he offers his hand and chooses to be theirs.

Now, you can interpret this as the classical man assuming he knows women inside out and takes the reins on their problems.

Or you can see it as Satan embodying his role as protector.

Remember when I said a while back that in Satan's defiance, he fulfils his role as Adversary?

What if he is destruction and he is redeemer? He is the rage which spurs on change.

It reminds me of my favourite goddess, Kali. She is terrifying, this force of nature, destruction, time and change. But she is also protector. Protector of women. She protects by devouring the abusers, balancing the universe by destroying those who wish to upset power.

Arguably, Satan is doing something similar. Though it is selfish in his eyes, making God's augmented creation go out and eat apples and curse humanity, he's in fact balancing the universe. He is not selfless like Kali, nor kind like her. To compare the two would be like comparing fake Pinterest ivy to the Oxford Dictionary, like what you on about? How did you even-

They’re only similar in that they’re both embodiments of destruction and have an relationship with women, but don’t make the mistake of putting this Hindu goddess in Abrahamic terms!

But, in a way, he too is the ultimate mother, upsetting the power imbalance by imbuing his daughter (Eve) with the privilege of having the first taste of free will. Satan destroys, aggravates and manipulates reality to his will but in a twisted way he does this in service to his daughters.

Satan may not be able to entirely relate, to step down from his pedestal of power and privilege as both a masculine force and also an eldritch abomination, but he loves to terrify men by giving women power.

Yes, he's flawed, he's selfish, he's terrible. However, he's also doing his job. He is the Adversary and he will have his rage be wrought through opposition- be it separating the rib from the man, or making plans to destroy the world from his penthouse in Hell.

This ramble was made with a very mushy brain, so bear that in mind. Nevertheless, thank you for reading. These are basically glorified DeviantArt OC profiles lmaooo :D

[riseofarmy]

04 | STOP WITH THE FINGER CLICKING PLEASE

i can do this all day 04 | stop with the finger clicking please

author : @riseofarmy

pairing : kim seokjin x original character

words : 2995

i can do this all day masterlist

previous chapter

DARLING

"You need me to what?" The genie's irritatingly perfect eyebrows fly up, and it takes all of my willpower to not smack Seokjin in the face.

I nearly started crying this morning when I woke up to find him floating over my bed and playing with something - I had convinced myself that perhaps he was something I imagined, but seeing him right there making random noises while he concentrated on whatever he was doing... it reminded me that the plan I had been working on for more than seven years totally won't work!

He was alright yesterday, bearable at the very least, minus the whole showing-up-outta-nowhere and messing up my plan. Today, though, he's really getting on my nerves - I thought he was supposed to grant wishes, but all he seems to do is ask questions incessantly.

"I'll say this one last time. I need you to make the prince fall in love with me, stat. I am a woman on a mission and the longer you make me wait, the more grouchy I'm gonna get, 'kay?" When the genie does nothing but blink at me, I roll my eyes and rub a hand over my head with a sigh. "I said, okay?"

Seokjin stares me down for a second more. "I can't actually make anyone fall in love with anyone."

"You. What." That can't be right. This isn't how it was supposed to go. If I only have four wishes and can't even make the prince fall in love with me, then... "Then what the hell can you do?" My voice comes out sharper than intended, but I don't bother apologizing to the purple-haired genie.

I think he flinches, but he smoothes his expression so fast I'm not sure. "What can I do? I can make you rich beyond measure, the most powerful creature on Earth, get rid of all your enemies with a click of my fingers, the list is almost endless. Anything but more wishes, bringing someone back from the dead or messing with love, I can do it all."

I can't hide the bitter disappointment that puts a tremble in my voice. "That's not what I need though..."

"What?"

"Huh? Ah, nothing, just... Sorry for snapping at you." I take a peek at him out of the side of my eye to find him squinting at me. There's a furrow between his eyebrows, which he wills away when he notices me looking at him.

"It's alright, I'm used to it." Maybe that was supposed to make me feel better, but instead, I feel like the biggest piece of shit.

"That's even worse, Seokjin. You're just trying to help, it's not fair for me to be so rude. Seriously, I'm sorry for snapping at you."

Seokjin scratches his neck, looking at the ground. "Oh. Uh. Apology accepted. But... what now?"

What now indeed?

The crowd had thickened around us as we got closer to Mansae, but all of a sudden, I couldn't figure why I was still going. I thought I had everything figured out, that I had a way to make my plan work, but instead, I get another blow to deal with.

I don't even know what I'm supposed to do now.

"Okay, you know what? It is waayyy too crowded and smelly in here for me to concentrate, lemme just—" Seokjin grabs my hand and clicks his fingers, and suddenly we're—

"Seokjin what the goddamn hell is wrong with you?! Where are we?" I bombard him with questions and Yoongi matches my confusion by yowling at Seokjin from his place on my shoulders. Even as I ask, though, a part of my brain recognises the trees we trekked through just an hour ago. "Why are we here again?"

Seokjin stares at me blankly without blinking. It's a little creepy.

"Hmmm, I wonder why. Oh, that's right, it might be because you want to marry the fucking prince? Did you not just spend the last four hours complaining to me about him and his dumb dad? So why? The hell? Do you want to marry him?"

"Uh. It's complicated."

"Uh, it's complicated," Seokjin repeats in a high-pitched voice that I think was supposed to mock me. "I have time."

"Oh. Right. Well." He looks unimpressed, rolling his eyes so hard I thought they would disappear into his head.

"Couch session part two, I guess." He clicks his fingers and the same seats from our first meeting show up, one of which he pushes me onto. He clicks again, and a strange-looking cup appears in his hand, clear with a shockingly bright pink drink sloshing around inside. "Start talking, Darling. Why do you want to marry the Asshole Prince?"

"I..." Judging by his face, there's no way he'll let me get away with not telling him.

"Alright, I need Jungkook to choose to marry me so I can get close to him and the king. The prince and the king hurt... someone I care about, and used his position to silence everyone who knew about it. And it's not just that, there have been so many other people who tried to stand up for themselves, but he can get away with whatever he wants because he's the king.

"The only thing keeping him where he is and giving him his power is his crown and... I want to take that away from him. I have to show him how the rest of the world has to suffer when we don't have the money or title to ignore the consequences of our actions."

I know the way I talk about the king is treasonous, that this whole plan could end with my body spiked on the palace walls. I know that no one else will be able to have my back since everyone would be trying to self-preserve, but still. I have to try and do something, or spend the rest of my life wishing I had stood up for everyone who was hurt by someone who thought he was above basic human decency.

Seokjin's mouth had dropped open little by little as I spoke, and he stares at me now with his bright pink drink paused in front of his lips.

"Darling. Lemme get this straight. You want to take down the king because he's a tyrannous autocrat who doesn't value the rights of his subjects? That's... kinda hot of you."

I splutter loudly and I can feel my face heat up as I look anywhere but at him. Does he ever think before he speaks? "It's not hot, it's just what I think. But I don't even know how I'm going to do it now."

"What do you mean?" Seokjin tilts his head to one side.

"My dad's the one who told me about the lamp, but I don't think he knew there was a djinn inside, or that you can only have four wishes." I finger the purple gem at my throat as the agitation I had been pushing down all this time starts to bubble up again. "I had planned to just make whatever wishes I needed for Jungkook to choose me, but if I only have four, then I have to do it right."

Seokjin's tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as his furrowed gaze drifts above my head. I can almost feel his thoughts turning in his head. "Hmm. And since you only have four, your first wish shouldn't be that Jungkook chooses you."

"What? But-"

"Hear me out, Darling. Jungkook being a prince and choosing you won't mean shit if you aren't royalty, the king'll just Megan Markle your ass and this whole thing would be a waste of your time." He looks at me pointedly, but I just stare at him for a second, gobsmacked.

"What does that even mean?" I don't think he even realises that all I heard was a stream of made-up words.

"Oh damn, this ain't 2021. I mean, even if Jungkook chooses you, the king can refuse you because you aren't nobility, and wishing you were royalty after the king refuses you won't help you. On the other hand, if you were a princess, then there's a chance Jungkook could choose you even without you wishing for it. You're gonna have to be royalty to make this work anyway, but if you do it in the right order and manage to seduce Jungkook, you can save a wish."

It takes me a second to understand what he's saying, but when I do — "Oh. Oh." — I can basically feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders. For the last day, I'd been trying to put together a plan but kept running into walls.

If I hadn't talked to Seokjin about what I wanted to do, I would still be bumbling around and trying to figure it out, but now thanks to him, I finally have a plan. To think I had been refusing his help all this time...

"What do you think?" He's focussed on my face, lips pursed just the tiniest bit in anticipation.

I grin stupidly at him in response, and he almost melts as the tension eases away from him, shoulders flopping back into his seat. "I think... I think we can do this, Seokjin."

"Okay. Okay! Well, now that I understand what you're trying to do, just say you wish you were a princess and I'll take care of everything else."

"Really? Just like that?"

"Just like that, Darling."

"Uh. Okay. I wish I was a princess."

Seokjin smirks slyly and clicks his fingers. For a dizzying moment, the world is awash in every shade of purple that could ever exist - violets and lavenders and the-children-of-wine-and-periwinkle press against my vision, hard and soft - and then everything returns to the way it was.

Just like that.

Except not really, because I was currently in... Well, this time I actually don't know where. It takes a second to get myself breathing again, shocked yet again by all of the materialising and vanishing that happens around Seokjin, but when I do, I look around.

We're in a tiny room, I think. The ceiling is held up by wooden posts, but the 'walls' are made of gauzy curtains that flutter gently. There is only one plush seat and a bit of legroom in front of us, so Seokjin lounges beside me.

Yoongi yowls at Seokjin while batting at his shin, and Seokjin returns the sentiment by hissing at my cat.

Ha. He thinks he can get away with threatening Yoon like that?

I turn to hit Seokjin's shoulder, but I hadn't realised that the room was moving. Losing my balance, I throw down my hands, but the only place from them to land are his thighs. Did I ever mention that he 'covers' his chest with an open vest? Because I was currently face-to-face with that chest.

I whip my hands off him, face burning as he laughs and steadies me with an annoyingly smug smile on his face.

"Careful, Darling, we're in a palanquin. You think I would let my princess walk?"

"I am not your princess!" I raise my eyebrows at him, daring him to say the retort I just know is on the tip of his tongue, but instead, he just grins wider.

"That's where you're wrong, because you literally are a princess now. Take a look outside." He nudges the curtains on one side apart, flooding the already bright room with noon sunlight that takes a second for my eyes to adjust to.

Outside, the palace which we had only seen from the edge of the city is suddenly looming in front of us. Dark red and blue banners waving from tower tops crowned the carved white marble walls of the palace, which was surrounded by gardened courtyards and penned in by sentried, iron-wrought gates.

Although we were in the thick of the press of people, there was room left around our palanquin. It takes me a moment to realise why, but I understand when I see the awed faces of those closest to the palanquin - they think there is royalty inside, and of course they do.

It's what I wished for, isn't it?

I stick my head out a little further to find that our palanquin is being held and moved by people, rods from the palanquin hooked onto their shoulders, as well as two gold carriages in front of us and two behind. The ones directly in front and behind seemed to hold people as well, but the other two looked like they held other things.

You are absolutely right, Darling, Seokjin said. Except his voice sounded strange. Ah, that would be because I'm talking in your head.

I snap around to find Seokjin smirking. "You can read my thoughts now? Is this a new development because of the wish or having you been invading my thoughts this whole time?"

Immediately the smirk falls, worry creeping into his eyes. "It's a new thing, and even if it wasn't I would never do it without your permission. I just wanted to let you know now so you didn't get surprised by it later. You can talk to me through your thoughts too, if you need to. Is that... okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. Just don't go around digging in my head without me knowing." I nudge his knee lightly to let him know we're good, and he returns it with a grin on his face again.

"Sure thing, Darling. Oh, and those carriages. The one in front and behind hold your maids and guards, and the other two have presents for the kings. You can't come empty-handed, of course."

"Right. But uh... what about the people holding the palanquin. Does it hurt them?"

For some reason, his eyes soften at my question. "No, don't you worry about that. I've made sure they're fine."

"Okay. Thank you."

We sit in silence for a while, and I only notice my clothes then.

I am no longer in my dirty jacket and boots, but instead, a deep blue lehenga embroidered with a lotus pattern. I'm basically dripping in gold, heavy necklaces next to the lamp, bangles all up my arm, a stud in my nose and a piece laying through my hair part and against my forehead.

My hair part! I reach behind my head to find not my shorn head, but waves and waves of thick black hair. I had almost forgotten what it was like - shiny and heavy, slinking through my fingers.

I looked like an extravagant version of what I would see worn by the richer women in Paratham. My mother only had one outfit this lovely, and that was for her wedding; my dad had chosen to wear Daehan-Minguk's wedding hanbok.

Not particularly feeling like crying right now, I stick my head out between the curtains again, showing Yoongi the view too. I give up when he starts hissing at everyone, letting him play with the toy mouse Seokjin magics up.

We're in there for an hour, but eventually the palanquin sways to a stop and is set down. A voice calls from outside, but Seokjin shakes his head at me when I try to find out what's happening.

"I think you're going to have to get used to having other people do everything for you now that you're a princess. I'll take care of it, as your advisor and guard. And part-timer translater. And food-taster. And—"

"Alright, alright, I get it. Just go."

Seokjin does exactly that, and Yoongi follows with his tail in the air. Traitor.

It's frustrating to not know what is going on - I can make out Seokjin's low voice talking with a guard, but I can't hear what they're saying. There's a lull in their conversation before it picks up again.

A few minutes later, Seokjin sticks his head in and starts talking, words spilling so fast I can barely understand him.

"We're going to meet the king very soon. I'm gonna start my first task as your advisor: presenting the gifts we brought, then you, blah blah blah. Talk you up as the best person for Jungkook to marry, all that jazz."

I fiddle with the embroidered edge of my lehenga. "It feels like I'm being sold."

"As much as I hate to say it, Darling, the king is going to want the marriage that best benefits him. That's why everyone's bringing presents: to say 'Hey! Look at all these riches we have! You could have these too!'. The king will probably push Jungkook to choose the princess of the richest country."

He says it flippantly, but there's a tightness in his jaw that tells me he doesn't approve of this. It makes me feel like he's part of the plan because he wants to be, not just because he's my djinn.

"Oh."

I can feel Seokjin's gaze on the side of my face, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, he half steps through the curtain so he can reach to adjust my necklace, then behind my neck to pull the lehenga's blue veil over my head. His hand lingers at my shoulder for a moment before he pulls away.

"I'll let you know when to come out and what to do, okay?"

"Okay."

And with my confirmation, he leaves again.

Just like that.

Yoongi stays with me this time, sensing my nervousness - the fury seething under my skin which he calms by curling on my lap with a soft purr. For just that tiny stretch of time, peace falls over me. Yoongi warm and heavy on my lap, sunlight seeping through the gauzy curtains, and the gentle sway of the palanquin begin picked up again...

So much is going on, but right now feels like it'll be the last piece of serenity I'll have for a while, so I savour it.

I can only hope that this all works out.

i can do this all day masterlist

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La Forêt Des Rêves

Now that everything has been posted to Ao3, and all of us have been revealed, here's my fic for you on Tumblr. Happy belated holidays @anxiouslyfred. Also a massive thanks to @friendlyfacestabbing and @melonlord527 for being my awesome beta readers.

Sanders Sides

Prinxiety

Some angst with happy ending/comfort/fluff

Word count/appx. 2,200

The sun was just beginning to set in the sky above, slightly hidden behind the clouds and trees, creating a peachy hue. Virgil watched for a bit as the clouds turned rosy. They marched as the glow of the world around him grew. Eyes fixated and mind exploring, Virgil was taken from his daydream state rather abruptly, at the sound of brush breaking closed in.

Logically, he knew that the sound of brush rustling and sticks breaking was likely from an animal who meant him no harm, but the mind tends to play tricks when it had nothing else to do. What if it was another person, a stranger, a murderer? He managed a couple of deep breaths before creating an aura like state, a cloak if you will, of protection.

Brush cracked again before it's source of sound appeared. A deer, a buck in fact, standing before him. He was beautiful, he looked powerful and strong, and Virgil raised his chin slightly and cocked his head forward. The buck lowered himself slightly and bowed his head back to Virgil. His brown eyes shining in the blushing light as Virgil watched.

The buck suddenly stepped with one foot forward, his brown eyes blinked once, Virgil blinked back, and then the buck had disappeared.

That wasn't a dream, was it? Virgil didn't dream that. Definitely not. But where did the buck go?

In place of the creature who once stood before him, perched a dove, golden streaks of light and shadows glazing it's porcelain feathers. The bird cocked its head to the side before shaking its delicate feathers. Virgil stood still, extending a hand to the dove. The dove looked at Virgil, it's small eyes almost looking into his soul, suddenly fluttered it's wings, it was headed for the perch of Virgil's hand, but before it reached him, it too appeared to have vanished, leaving only a feather the color and texture of lace behind.

Blinking curiously, Virgil cautiously took a step forward, intending to pick up the feather. Instead, it sparkled and began to glow red, leaving Virgil to shield his eyes momentarily. When his eyes opened, a young man stood before him, lowering to a bow with deep brown eyes shining up to him.

"Your wrist."

"I'm sorry?" Said Virgil, he was in too far in shock to form much more of a sentence.

"Your wrist, it's glowing, you're like me."

So it was, a line that had formed years ago when the bracelet first made contact with his skin but was now a faded scar, was glowing softly as the other boy spoke.

"I know you're like me."

Said the young man, holding up his left hand, revealing the same kind of scar, but on his ring finger.

Virgil could remember when his teacher first gave him the bracelet, he thought it was nice, but then it started getting smaller. He started to panic and tried pulling his wrist away from his teacher, but it was too late, the bracelet was now being imbedded into the skin of his wrist. It felt like his wrist had been set on fire, but the pain vanished almost as quickly as the bracelet itself, all that remained was a scar and the memories. The same thing had apparently happened to this boy, but his scar was quite a bit smaller in circumference, that was what really convinced Virgil that he wasn't in a dream and that there was someone he had some form of connection with. He suddenly felt very exposed.

"I'm afraid I don't understand" Virgil said while taking a small step back.

Of course the young man was right, Virgil wasn't like everyone else, but that didn't mean he was about to tell that to a random somebody, no matter how piercing his brown eyes or how toned his muscles were.

"I know you saw what happened, I know you saw my transformations, what all can you do?"

Virgil shook his head slightly, he didn't want to show anyone anything right now, especially this stranger.

"Why are you out here anyway?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Touché." The young man replied with a smirk.

Hesitantly, Virgil replied.

"Too much going on, needed a break, needed to walk."

"Lessons do that to me sometimes too, it's okay to get overwhelmed, did you do anything besides just leave?"

Not really sure what this guy meant by the end of his sentence, Virgil shook his head a little, and wrapped his arms around himself, more for the matter of comfort, but the heat impact helped as a sudden gush of wind brushed between the two. Virgil stood shaking slightly, less because of the slight temperature change and more because of his anxiety. His breathing started to become erratic, but he lost his ability to breathe at the same time, everything in his chest suddenly felt tight and he started to lose his ability to hear clearly. A stronger breeze suddenly came through and Virgil started to panic a bit more, he didn't want to do anything, not right now. He always causes problems. He's never been very useful.

What was he asking and why? Why was this boy standing there? Where did he come from? What happened to Virgil's voice? Why did it hurt to breathe? Why was he kind of dizzy now?

"Hey there, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Can you hear me? Could I help you? Repeat after me if you can. 1, 2, 3--."

The boy motioned for Virgil's eyes to focus on him, as he was demonstrating to inhale, then hold his breath, then exhale, and slowly but surely, he got his breathing somewhat more under control and everything started to sound less like he was underwater and the air around him had almost come to a halt at this point.

"Hey, you did really good, are you back with me now?"

Why was this guy being so nice? He didn't even know Virgil. Why couldn't he say anything? He probably looked so dumb. All he could do was nod his head.

"That's awesome. Wanna sit down for a minute?"

Virgil nodded again.

"Can I sit with you?"

Finally, he nodded, and he got the words back, and they didn't get stuck in his throat.

"What's your name, by the way?"

"My apologies, I'm Roman."

So the mystery man had a name.

"Virgil."

"It's wonderful to meet you, I do hope you're feeling better now, Virgil?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Virgil said while tugging lightly at the sleeve of his jacket.

"No need to apologize, honest."

Sitting against a maple tree across from him, Roman focused in front of him, and a hummingbird began to take form. Its wings a kind of sapphire color and its breast fuchsia. Its tiny and delicate feet perched on his finger.

"Would you like to pet him?"

Virgil began to shrink slightly into his jacket, that bird was way to small, he would damage it, he would knock it off, he would---

"Hey, are you there, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Said Virgil shrinking still and now his cheeks were lightly dusted with blushes.

"It's really alright. He won't hurt you, and you won't hurt him, I swear to you. Would you like me to show you?"

He was still slightly hesitant, but nodded as Roman seemed so genuine, so he sat on his knees in front of the boy and the bird.

"Gently, like this."

The young man took hold of his hand and directed it toward the tiny creature, leading him to extend a finger, and use the back of it to stroke the feathers down its neck and back. It was so soft. The bird stretched its neck and head forward in content. Roman still held onto Virgil's hand. It was soft too.

Virgil looked curiously at the Roman's hand before gently pulling away from him and the bird.

"I realize I probably interrupted your walk, so I apologize, I can leave."

"No, wait, it's honestly fine, It's not like I was really doing much anyway, you can stay with me. Please."

"If you're sure." Said Roman, and Virgil nodded, so they walked together.

The sun was just barely hanging on as dusk and nighttime approached, the clouds sand sky were now an almost lavender color, it made the lights shining through the trees and onto the ground below an array of dandelion and amethyst and indigo.

They walked in silence for a moment more before Roman spoke up.

"This has always been my favorite time of year, once summer ends and autumn begins, when the leaves have turned and begin to fall and coat the ground."

Virgil turned his head to listen and saw that Roman had crinkles along the outer corners of his eyes when he smiled.

A wave of sudden courage blanketed Virgil, he inhaled through his nose, and Roman turned his head. When Roman looked his direction, Virgil's naturally brown like tea hair was slowly turning an ombré of shades of crimson red and sunny gold and deep forest green from the roots. Roman's brown eyes sparked with awe and they still had that crinkle.

"So, that's something I can do, I guess." Virgil said to Roman while tugging at his sleeve nervously.

Roman stood speechless for a moment, until Virgil asked him to say something.

"Would you dance with me?"

"What?" Alright, he wasn't expecting that to be Roman's answer.

"Dance with me." He repeated.

"Hold on, Romeo."

"It's Roman, actually." Virgil smirked at that.

"There's no music."

"We don't have to have music."

"We don't even really know each other."

"Alright, fine, we'll get to know one another." And Roman took him by the hand and lead him to dance in the middle of the woods with nothing but the sounds of life around them.

"How old are you?"

"Thirty." Replied Virgil.

"Wonderful, me too!" Roman said while leading the dance, which Virgil didn't mind, he didn't think he was very good anyway.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red of course." Roman said while gestering with his free hand to his shirt.

They asked each other more things, like if they had siblings and their taste in music and such, then it was Roman's turn again.

"What other things can you do, besides change your hair?"

"It's not really that important."

"Come on, of course it is, I'm sure it's amazing!"

"I really don't think I should show you right now, Roman." Virgil said while starting to get anxious, a sudden breeze covered them both.

"But why don't you want to show me? You know you can trust me."

"I just don't want to, okay, is that so wrong?" Said Virgil, with his voice slightly lower in pitch, and the light behind his eyes slightly faded.

"No, Virgil, I'm--"

"Not proud of you. Disappointed in you. Afraid of you. Tired of you. Leaving you."

The negative thoughts in Virgil's head were now echoes in the open air, and they swirled around him, he stood practically surrounded by a hurricane. Roman stood still and in awe at the creation. Virgil stood inside of his personal hurricane with hands over his ears, trying, and seemingly failing, to block out the noise of his thoughts. Some nearby debris from the forest around them was incoming and added to the mix.

Roman took a step forward, raising a hand to protect himself from the incoming nearby debris.

"Virgil, can you hear me?"

There wasn't any indication that he was mentally present.

"Virgil, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause any of this personal torment."

A new thought emerged and surrounded Virgil's head, it said "not your fault."

"Well it's not yours either."

Roman saw some light return behind Virgil's eyes at that remark.

"I shouldn't have pushed you, I know that I need to stop when too late sometimes, I respect you no matter what you can do."

And Virgil could see through the debris and the pain and anxiety, that Roman was smiling, and the corners of his eyes crinkled, and everything around him slowly came to a halt, and Virgil fell to his knees, but Roman caught him before he could fully fall forward.

"Roman--"

"No, don't, you have nothing to apologize for, you couldn't have controlled that."

Virgil stayed silent for a moment, before he spoke under his breath.

"It kind of is though."

"How so?" Roman asked.

"Did you not notice the whole weather changing around me thing?"

Roman considered his wording, before looking into Virgil's eyes.

"Virgil, can you look at me?"

He looked into Roman's brilliant brown eyes.

"There you are. Alright, yes, of course I saw that. I saw something come into creation because of something you can't control. Anxiety is just a voice in you brain that always has to have the last word. It's a bully. You couldn't help what just happened around you."

"But I--"

Roman shushed him, and suddenly their lips were pressed against one another's, and they kissed, as the silver moon rose and sky faded to royal blue. In reality, the kiss only lasted about a minute, but it felt like an eternity. His lips were as soft as he hand he took Virgil's own in and the kiss as striking as his brown eyes.

"Do you believe me now?"

Virgil put their lips back together as his answer.

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Sixteen<<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Loki and Eva meet with Laufey and Frigga

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

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Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

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The two Jotun guards approached the couple. Taking a knee "Greetings Prince Loki, King Laufey hopes your journey was pleasant. We are here to escort you to the palace. And who is this tiny creature?"

"Thank you. She is Princess Eva of Asgard, my wife, take care how you refer to her."

"My apologies, My Prince, I did not think a prince of Jotunheim to take a tiny little Aesir as more than a play thing. Certainly we will refer to Her as Princess, not Concubine."

"You would INSULT ME, by insulting MY WIFE, if I were you, I'd hold your tongue, in my presence. Now, please lead us to the Palace, King Laufey is waiting for us." Loki felt Eva seethe in anger, and hurt. He never wanted to bring her here, he knew that she would be treated poorly, and it broke his heart.

'New world, same hurtful insults.' Eva thought. She smiled and tried to hide her pain. 'Okay, get it together stupid, you need to be perfect, don't embarrass yourself, or Loki, keep your mouth shut.' She was so lost in hurt she forgot to shield her thoughts from Loki. She never intended for him to hear her berating herself. Loki wanted to hold her and let her know everything would be fine, but the height difference would have made a quick reassurance awkward. He opted to tapping her shoulder and giving her an 'I'm sorry' smile. Then spoke to her through their bond.

‘Love, please don’t talk to yourself like that, please remember that you are all of the good things I’ve ever said to you.”

Eva took flight and followed behind Loki, she knew now that the Jotun expected her to be her husband's shadow. Loki took a few steps and came to a stop, halting the group. "Princess, why are you following behind me?" He asked her gently.

"Because that is my place, My Prince." She replied quietly.

"It most CERTAINTY IS NOT. I don't care what these people think, you my Love, are my EQUAL! You are not beneath me." He glared at the guards. "Please let's continue, my wife by my side." Eva was wrapped up in her thoughts too much to take in the hauntingly beautiful scenery of the Realm. As they traveled thru the city Eva felt all eyes on her, and she felt more self conscious than ever. 'What am I doing? I must be insane to have married Loki. He clearly deserves much better. Someone more like him. Someone who doesn't cause him embarrassment everywhere we go.' She took care to shield him from her thoughts this time. She still kept up a smiling face, as she didn't want to embarrass him further.  They entered the gleaming crystal castle the light a little better in there. Eva turned as something caught her attention the guards gasped as they saw the Jotun skin on her face.

"My Prince, if I may, why did you not mention she was of Jotunheim?"

"Because she is not. And that should not make a difference in the way you treat her."

“Prince Loki, but her face..."

"Again, she is not of Jotunheim." Loki dismissed the pair.  Eva finally had a chance to look at Loki. Smiling as she noticed he was wearing traditional Jotun attire. His chest bare except for the bronze gems adorning his chest his bronze shoulder guards wrist bracers and shin guards. With his bronze armored kilt. The first real smile faded off her face as they were led to the throne room. She flew next to him with her hand on his when they were announced "I present Prince Loki and his wife, Princess Eva of Asgard."

They nodded their heads towards the king respectfully.

"Prince Loki, Princess Eva welcome to Loki's ancestral home. You are both looking different since last I saw you. My son, you make a fine Frost Giant. Eva, you must be tired from flying all this way. Please follow me with to a more private room, there I may look over your arm and face, Loki I would also ask that you assume your Aesir form, once there, so I may look at your chest where she removed the magic. Frigga will meet us there." Leaving the throne room they walked down an ice coated hall to a sitting room. Laufey had set up a sitting area that was smaller for Eva and Frigga. Frigga gave Loki and Eva hugs smiling at both of them. "You two seem to get into the most unique situations." She laughed

Laufey took his smaller form to better look the two over. "Have you ever seen this before?" Eva asked Laufey.

"No small one, I have never seen anything like this." He looked over her face and she freed her arm for him to look over as well. "Are you cold.." he tested the next word in his mouth "daughter?" Eva looked to Loki to see his reaction.

"A little, but I'm fine with the cloak on, it's plenty warm."

"Allow me to light a fire for you and The Queen." He said as a fire roared out of the fireplace.

"Also, Laufey, have there ever been instances of Ice Breath in your people?"

"Ice Breath? Let me think. I don't think so, at least not in the last 4000 years. Why do you ask?"

"In a fit of rage prior to the whole skin thing" she motioned at her face "I was able to produce ice breath and freeze an opponent to the spot he stood."

"Well I'm rather certain that's not an Aesir trait, correct Frigga, and it's not a Jotun trait, it must be related to your mutant abilities."

Laufey looked over Loki, "I've never seen anything like this before, either of them, Son, have you imprinted on her? I don't think it's possible, as she is a mortal."

"Yes, I imprinted on her before the wedding on Asgard, well more like a while before."

"Frigga, can you do anything for his chest?"

"Afraid I can not change the appearance. Does it bother you son?"

"No, I don't even feel it."

Eva turned to Loki "I'm getting a little frustrated with not getting anywhere with this." Eva looked up, "I just need to lay down for a while, would that be ok?" Nodding Loki looked to the King.

Laufey calleed to a servant to walk Eva down to her and Loki's room. "Loki, please stay, I'll be fine, I m just getting a little overwhelmed. And as I said it seems that no one has any idea why this has happened. I just need some time alone. Please."

"As you wish, Princess, I will check on you later ok?"

Nodding, she left the room and walked with the servant to her room. Walking in the room Eva saw a bed big enough to fit Jotun Loki covered by furs. And a fire roaring in the fireplace. Eva climbed into the bed grabbing a pillow she screamed out part of her frustration, then her tears flows feeeley down her face. She did her best to hide her feelings from her bond, she would have to talk to him soon about her concerns. Soon she fell asleep worn out from the emotions overwhelming her. She felt the bed dip under Jotun Loki's weight, he took her small frame into his giant arms and pulled her close to his chest. He felt her stirring awake.

"I'm so sorry my Princess, I have no answers for you. I have failed you. There are no answers on Asgard, none here on Jotunheim, that leaves us with what ever Tony and Bruce can come up with." He murmured against her shoulder as he kissed her neck.

"Loki, it's not your fault. I actually caused this, remember, If I didn't land on you this wouldn't be an issue." She was starting to hyperventilate. She could hear Loki talking, but it was through cotton filled ears. Her breath coming in sporadic lengths. Her tears stealing her face. Loki moved to lay on the other side of her taking her into his arms. He cradled her head against his chest and stoked her hair. "Love please listen to my breathing and do the same." Magically also had a glass of water for her he felt her start to follow his breaths. He gave her constant reassurance that he was there and everything would be fine. She felt her breaths start to even out and dug her face into his chest.

"Loki I'm sorry, I caused all of this, and I'm freaking myself out over it. I keep embarrassing you where ever we go. I thought I could do this, be your wife and your Princes, but now I'm even crappy at that. You deserved so much better, I can only be a disappointment to you, I can never make you as happy as I think you should be, I wouldn’t blame you if you were to leave me. I...I...."

"Look here, you are my wife, I chose you, because you make me happy, you also saw the person I could be when everyone else could only see a villain. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. To see you walk down the aisle on Asgard to me, that was just amazing. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle on Midgard. I don't know how many different times and ways I have to say it, but I will continue to say it every time you doubt yourself. You. Are. Amazing. I. Love. You. I also don't know why you think you embarrass me, that, is impossible, as everywhere we go I love the feeling I get when I introduce you as my wife." He held her to his chest as she cried herself out, gladly drinking from the human sized cup he had conjured for her. "Now, Darling we have a few options, first we can take our leave and go back to Midgard tonight or in the morning. We can go to Asgard and sleep there for the night or we can stay here, and see what Laufey had planned for our visit. The choice is yours take as long as you want to decide, you don't have to do it right now. Also does the temperature bother you?"

"Loka, I just don't know. I think it would be best for us to stay here for the night, just to not 'run away' when we don't get answers to our problems."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, my Love. I want to know more about your origins."

"As you wish, what would you like to do?"

"Can we just lay here a while?"

"Yes, Princess." Loki laughed "I love you so much. You are perfect to me." He hugged her and swallowed her up in his embrace.

"Kissing his chest she smiled sheepishly "I guess I'm going to have to apologize for leaving abruptly, should I do that before dinner, during or after."

"I would think Laufey will walk us down to the dining room, but you have no need to apologize, you were in the brink of a panic attack. You did the correct thing by excusing yourself to lay down. Please don't give it another thought."

"I still feel like I should."

"We both know you're going to do you, so do what you feel is right, I will support your decisions always. Remember, we are in this marriage thing together, we shall always have a United front."

"So how do you feel here? Does it feel like 'home'?"

"It's hard to say, I guess staying for a day will be good for us, and relations with Jotunheim."

"You sound like a future King."

"Ehehehe, no, I don't think I'd want to rule here, I just want our simple life on Midgard with occasional trips to Asgard."

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CIROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! ❤

*MERCILESSLY TACKLES AND GLOMPS AND STAYS HUGGED TO YOUR HEAD AND NUZZLES AT IT AND SNUGGLES IT AND LOUDLY PURRS*

IT’S YOU!!!! IT’S THE LITTLE ANGEL OF SWEETNESS AND PURE KINDNESS AND SUNSHINE THAT I’M SO HAPPY AND BLESSED TO CALL A FRIEND,H I, HELLO CIRO, MY DEAR, MY CUPCAKE, SWEET LITTLE MUFFIN, HELLO, I LUV U I MISSED YOU I’M SO EXCITED AND YPED TO BE TALKING WITH YOU AGAIN, HELLO CIRO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW ABSOLUTELY HAPPY I AM TO BE TALKING WITH YOU AGAIN, IT U!!!!!!!

AKLSJFKGALDJ LKADJFAKLS JGKLAGJAKLSDJ AKLSGJAKLSDJ KLSGJ ALKGJA ASKLJDASKLG AKLDJASKLGJ ALSKDJASKLGJ ALKSGJA

ABSOLUTELY MAJESTIC WONDER, LOOK AT YOURSELF, IT MAI BOI CIRO LOOKING RADIANT AND BEING HIS GOGEOUS SELF AND GAWDS LODS HEAVENS ABOVE HAVE MERCY ON ME I’M TOO EXCITED I’M D Y I N GKLAJSD KLAJG ALKJ

CIROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! o(≧▽≦)o

ZOMG CIRO IT U! I’M SO HAPPY TO BE REPLYING TO YOU, YOU HAVE NO IDEA, I TRY TO CALM DOWN BUT I WANT TO CONTINUE VIRTUALLY PETTING YOU AND CALLING YOU GOOD THINGS BECAUSE ZOMG IT FEELS LIKE SO LONG SINCE WE LAST TALKED AND I’M SO HAPPY TO BE REPLYING TO YOU YOU HAVE NO IDEA AAAAHHHHHHHHHH

*SNUGGLES*

Ciroooooooooooooooo!!!! CIRO, HELLO!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

I’m gonna force myself to stop here or otherwise I won’t stop saying hello and names in 5 pages more, ahahah!

But zomg, Ciro, just know that I’m truly so so so so so so happy to be replying to you!!! HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR EXISTING AND FOR WRINTING TO ME

First of all, I’m very, very, VERY sorry for not replying earlier, my dear Ciro ;A; I’m taking this course…ah, long story dammit, but you see, education here is free, you just need to approve an exam, and because it’s been 3 years since I finished high school, I’m not fresh enough to present the exam and get the score I need, so I’m taking this course to prepare for it! It’s good but it’s three days a week, plus the homework, so I’ve been a bit busier than normal. 

I really think you deserve long and focused and proper answers, especially with an ask as beautiful as this, so I took a while until I found some proper time to write to you a proper reply, but zomg I didn’t think it’d take this long. I’m so sorry, dear Ciro OTL

Good thing is I had no classes yesterday or tomorrow so I have time!!

BUT ANYWAYS, ENOUGH OF MY EXCUSES, 

CIROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN, YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE JEWEL!!

I think your ask was here a couple days before I got my stuff stolen, right? Aaaw, ahaha. ;w; Sadly my days weren’t that bright back then. But it’s gotten better, thank you!!!

Not the brightest days, but I’m having fun!

AAND YUSH, CATCHY SONG!!!! I LOVE CATCHY SONGS!! I DANCE DANCE WRIGGLE BOUNCE TO CATCHY SONGS, THEY BE THE BEST AND I GET LOTSA EARWORMS! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

Just recently  found this pretty list on Youtube of pretty waltzes, and I’m a MAJOR DORK for waltzes, so I’ve been having a good time with music! And I took some of my savings to get new headphones; take the chance that mine were stolen to get better ones, and while it hurt in ythe wallet, DAMMIT, I regret nothing! My new headphones are WONDAHFUL!

But the best part is that MAH BOI IS BACK!!!!!! ZOMG HI HELLO CIRO I’M SO HAPPY TO READ YOU AGAIN, HELLO, YOU WONDERFUL LITTLE ANGEL

Don’t worry about not sending consisten asks, my friendo!!! It’s totally fine! I don’t give consistent answers, either. Peridot has been waiting for like a month so I reply to a personal ask zomg. I really understand the whole thing about not having time or the energy sometimes. So don’t apologize, my dear Ciro. The raccoonie isn’t going anywhere, so you take the time you need. I’ll be here

Though I do admit, hearing from you is always an absolute DELIGHT, like aklsjdakljgaklgj I drOWN IN THE GOODNESS OF ITZOMG 

And you know, I really value this ask! I know you’ve been busy so it only adds to how nice it is to be reading you; it means you took some of your time to write to me. And I really appreciate that, my dear Ciro. Really, thank you so so so much for the time you put into writing to this racccoonie. I value and treasure it a lot. I’m so happy to hear from you

I’m so very happy to know that things got better after the last ask!!!! YAY, WAY YOU GO, CIRO, YOU’VE GOT THIS!!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Has it been okay since this ask? Getting better and better? I sure hope that’s the case. And if it’s not, worry not, mah boi Ciro, the maccoonie’s got ya!!! I’M HERE SENDING YOU THE HAPPIEST, LUCKIEST, FLUFFIEST, WARMIEST, BESTEST RACCOONIE MAGICAL VIBES!!!! Whether you’re doing okay or not, I send them anyway becuase you deserve them so much and I want you to be happy and bouncy!!! 

ALL THE MAGIC FOR YOU, MY BOI CIRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧

Also, please don’t say that you don’t desesrve my niceness, even if you mean it rethorically (?) or as a compliment or something. Don’t say that!!!  Not even as a joke, alright?  You deserve my concern and my niceness and my magic because you’re my friend and you don’t deserve any less. And even if you weren’t  my friend, you are you; and remember you’re an incredible hooman with a heart that radiates warm and good, with a very kind soul, a very beautiful creature that blesses the world with its presence, a little ray of light in this darkness, and a little shy and beautiful angel among all these demons. 

You deserve niceness and everything that’s good because that’s what you give! And everyone deserves to have only what they give, so of course you deserve the niceness and much more that not even I can offer. So you don’t say that again, okay, mah boi Ciro? You remember you deserve all the good and nice things!!! HUGS FOR YOU, BUDDY!! 

GASPS

YOU THINK MY MAGIC IS HELPFUL AND LOVELY!?!?! YOU REALLY THINK THAT!?!?!??!?!?! (╯✧▽✧)╯

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

I I I I I - I’VE WORKED HARD ON GIVING MY MAGIC SHAPE AND I WORKED HARD TO ENCHANT MY SPELLS SO I’M SO HAPPY TO KNOW THAT YOU THINK MY MAGIC IS HELPFUL AND LOVELY!!!! *SQUEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK* THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

And YOSH, it DEFINITELY blessed you!!! You think I send it just because? Or just to wish you a good day? NAH BUDDY, MY MAGIC REALLY WORKS, EVERY TIME!!! ( ˙꒳​˙ )

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASPS

And thank you SO MUCH for saying that you’re happy to see my normal happy tags back!!! THANK YOU!!! 

It really takes some time and energy to write them because I reblog so many things, but it’s SO worth it because I know you people like them, and I too enjoy freaking out. There’s just so much amazing art and stuff in this fandom, I can’t help my excitement!! 

Thanks a lot, seriously, for noticing that my happy tags are back, and for saying you’re happy to see them again! Even if you don’t read them all, that you notice them gives them sense. You don’t let them go to the void. Thanks a lot for acknowldging them, it feels the time and energy I put in writing them feel so noticed and worth it

I’’m very happy that you’re glad to see my tags back, and I’m happy to be writing them again!!! It feels refreshing, as tiring as it can get, haha

And I get what you mean about most blogs having no tags, or just 1 or 2 which are just to keep track of things? I mean, that’s perfectly okay!! And I understand that not everyone has the time to leave tag comments to the endless artworks and fanfics and posts, and hence don’t write any. But I agree about those posts looking sorta naked! It’s a little sad not knowing what people think of what they’re sharing.

Artists and authors put lots of effort and time and heart into what they do, so it feels a little wrong to just share without one word of what I thinkabout it, you know? It feels like a lot of blogs just take what they see, without even a little “Good work!”, so it’s a little sad. Mostly if YOU are the creator! Because you really want to know what others think, but it’s so rare that people comment. :C

That’s why I value a lot that creators take the time to read my tags! Because it’s so common that people don’t leave tags, that many creators don’t even bother on looking at them. So when they do and find mine, I feel heard and I feel happy to know that I made them happy!!! 

Thank you SO MUCH, dear Ciro!!! I’m so happy and I feel so proud, withthat comment you made about how I’m so nice to artists and authors. IT’s the less I can do!! Tumblr is the only place I can share my love for FFXV, which is really special to me, and there’s so much art and things, so many amazing, incredible things, and they’re for FREE?????? Honestly, it’s a BLESSING! More valuable than a treasure!! The less I can do is say what I think and let them know I think they did a good job; they make me happy and they share their hours and days of effort and work, it’s THEM who really deserve all the love and who are doing the magic; mytags are just the response of gratitude!!!!

Thank you so much for acknowledging that I do that. Thank you. Most times, I write the tags thinking of just the artist. It’s okay if other’s don’t read them, so long the artist does. So it makes me really h appy that you’ve noticed that I write the tags for them; whether they read it or not, I like to tell them what I think. Many times they go unnoticed.

So thank you for noticing them. It really makes me happy that you think it’s a good thing. It makes it feel even more worth it. And it motivates me a lot!!! Thank you so much for your kindness, dear Ciro

Ahahahahah!!! Aaw, dear Ciro!! Don’t apologize either for having many things to say! Didn’t you worry when you sent meyour first asks that you had nothing to say?? Don’t worry about having too much to say now!! You could really even just say hello, I’d be ecstatic; you could leave 10 asks, I’ll be happy!! It’s not how much you have to say or what you say, dear Ciro, it’s just the gift of getting to read you and reply to you what I love. So don’tapologize for how much you say!!

LKASJFSAKLG JAKLSFJA SKLGJA KLFJ ASKLFJGSALGKAJG LKAJFKLSAJG KLAJ

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THAT I GIVE YOU A LOT OF GOOD CONTENT!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH, THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!! SO SO SO HAPPY I CAN’T AKSLDJA

*UNCONTROLLABLY BOUNCES ALL ACROSS THE ROOM*

IT MAKES ME HAPPY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THAT! You have no idea how happy it makes me aaahhhh, I put so much time into the blog because it makes me happy and I want to make others happy too, so that you think I have good content, it really makes me so HYPED AKLSJDKDLGJDA

Thank you, dear Ciro!!!! THANK YOU!!! I’m happy you’re enjoying of it

I know that sometimes I let other things slip, like Ace Attorney, or OC stuff, which is not to the interest of most, but I’m happy to know that you’re enjoying nonetheless. It really makes me happy and I value and treasure a lot that you think and say that!!! 

Aww, honestly, I’m still not over the fact that you’ve got notifications on. It makes me feela  little shy because I know I post SO MUCH and spam, so I can’t imagine your phone’s lock screen, hahaha (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

But thank you so much. It’s one of the nicest things someone’s told me they’ve done here. I can’t believe someone enjoys the blog so much!!! IT MAKES ME HAPPY AND MOTIVATED! THANK YOU

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU TALK SO NICELY AND SINCERELY AND GREATLY ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU’RE ENJOYING THE BLOG HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REPLY TO SUCH SWEETNESS AND AMAZINGNESS OMG BUDDY WHAT AR EYOU DOING WHY ARE YOU KILLING ME LIKE THIS KALSJDL KGDAJD OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU’RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE FOLLOWERS AKSDLJSGDJ I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS AAHHHH THANK YOU ;A;

*Squeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak* All the Gladnis goodness!!! HOORAY FOR THE OTP! KASLJDAKDLGJ AKLGJ

And Loqi stuff, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!! I’m so in love with the fact that we have to extraoridynary japanese artists that relatively recently started drawing so much Loqi stuff. You seen them, surely. Inuiro and chinotto (I think Chinotto is half japanese only tough? Or they’re italian actually, I think, just they have fluent japanese? Confusing!). They have such incredible stuff!!! I’M SO BLESSED THAT MY LITTLE GOOD BEAN LOQI GETS LOVE

And you’re into Loqi stuff tooo!??!?!?! ZOMG CIRO!?!? YOU PRECIOUS WONDERFUL ANGEL, RIGHT WHEN I THOUGHT YOU COULDN’T GET ANY B ETTER AND EPIC YOU GOT BETTER AND MORE EPIC AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOW IN THE WORLD AKSLJDKLDAG JAKLFJADGKLAJ ZOMG YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES GODS BLESS LOQI CONTENT AND LOQI FANS AND GAWDS BLESS YOU U SUPERB CREATUREYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!!! HOORAY FOR LOQI STUFF!! o(≧▽≦)o

Look at yourself, Ciro, you’re apologizing again!!! Hahaha, oh buddy, don’t do that! Now you’re apologizing for “not having anything immportant to say”, omg, dear Ciro. Remember what I told you the first itme you sent me asks!! I don’t care about “important” things or people. It’s you talking with me and that’s WONDERFUL as it is, no matter what you have to say!!! Please don’t apologize ever again, not when it’s for things like this, okay? :3

ASKLDJKLAGJA LKSDJASLKG ALKFJSKGAJ

YOU THINK I’M BIG IMPORTANTE!? AND BIG RAAD!?!?!?!?! IT MEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!?!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*UNCONTROLLABLY BOUNCES ALL ACROSS THE ROOM WHILE ON FIRE AND SCREAMING*

ZOMG CIRO, HOW DAAAAAAAAAAAARE YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU OMG AKLSJDKLAG KLASJDKLASJF CIROOOOOOO, CIRO YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL OF SWEETNES, LOOK AT YOURSELF, HOW CAN SOMEONE THIS DEAR EXIST!?!?!?

You drop by just to tell me nice things and call me nice compliments and things?? Omg, Ciro, HOW DARE YOU SAY YOU HAVE NOTHING INTERESTING TO SAY!?!? YOU TAKE YOUR TIME TO DROP BY AND TELL ME ALL THESE WONDERFUL THINGS AND TO COMPLIMENT ME, HOW ARE YOU REAL? OMG YOU’RE SO SWEET AND SO KIND AND SO NICE AAAAHHHHHH MY HEART IS SO FULL ;A;

*CLINGS TO YOUR HEAD AND SNUGGLES IT*

OMG DEAR CIRO I WUV YA!!! I think you’re big importante and big rad, too!!! The radest rading creature. SWEETEST CUPCAKE MADE OF SWEETNESS. IT U. 

*PETS YOU*

Don’t apologize for not having any “creative nicknames”, buddy!!! It’s not like I’ll like you less for not having any creative name to call me

How is the creative slump going, though? Has it gotten better? Is it gone now? Zomg, I hope you’ve gotten to get rid of the block, my dear friend!! Creative blocks can be so frustrating and upsetting ;w;

YOU KNOW WHAT

IMMA BE SENDING YOU CREATIVE, LUCKY, POSITIVE, AND EXTRA MAGICAL VIBES SO THEY ELP GET RID OF THAT CREATIVE SLUMP, AYE, BUDDY!?!?

PREPARE YOURSEEEEEEELF

HERE I GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, MAGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!!

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆.｡.:*☆

HAH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!! BLESSING YOU WITH CREATIVITY AND LOTS OF HAPPY THINGS AND THOUGHTS!!!

ALKSJDKLAJ AKLSDJ AKLSGJAKLSDJASKLGAJGJA 

CIRO MY LOVELIEST, YOU WONDERFUL CREATURE, ♡

IT’S BEEN A BLESSING ANSWERING TO YOU

FUNKY LIL ANGEL IS SUCH AN ADORABLE AND CUTE NICKNAME THOUGH!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THANK YOU SO MUCH, DEAR CIRO, YOU ALWAYS CALL ME SUCH SWEET THINGS, IT’S AMAZING AND SO DEAR AND SO SWEET, ZOMG I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE TO DESEVE YOU, YOU AMAZING LIL ANGEL

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, Ciroooooooooooooooooo!!!!

I’m SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy to be replying to you again, my dear friend!! 

*CLINGS TO YOU AGAIN*

DEAR CIRO, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

Thank you so much for taking the time to write to me! I really value that

I feel like I have yet so much I want to add and say, but I also want to post it right now zomg, it’s almost 9 for you, and I want you to see this I’M SO EXCITED TO BE REPLYING TO YOU!!

Dear Ciro, thank you. Thank you for everything I already said, and for just being you. Your presence alone is a gift and I feel honored to receive your asks. Thank you for being the incredible creature you are, so kind and sweet and dear. And thank you for sharing a bit of that with me

DEAR CIRO,

I hope you’ve been alright!!! I hope you’re doing better with that creative slump, and better in life and everything else. I hope your days have been happy and full of incredible and nice stuff. HERE’S THE MACCOONIE HOPING YOU’VE BEEN OKAY AND THAT  YOUR DAYS HAVE BEEN BRIGHT AND COLORFUL!!

By the way Ciro, happy late Halloween!! I don’t know if you celebrate it, but yeh, happy that in case you do

CIRO

I’M HERE SENDING YOU THE BIGGEST, WARMIEST, TIGHTEST AND SQUISHIEST RACCOONIE VIBES AND SNUGGLES.

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, MY DEAR FRIEND!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

I hope you’re having a MOST BEAUTIFUL night!! Hugs for you!! (ɔˆ⌣(ˆ⌣ˆc)