#black frost my beloved tho

[dailydemonspotlight]

Day 14 - Black Frost

Race: Jaki/Night

Alignment: Neutral-Chaos

April 8th, 2024 

Ah, Black Frost. My personal favorite demon in the entire series. A demon that has carried me through many a game, been the saving grace against many bosses, protected me from many game overs… he needs no introduction, being one of the most iconic demons in the whole series! However, unfortunately, he doesn’t have much backstory, mostly known for his gameplay prowess… or so you’d think. 

Black Frost is a rare phenomenon in the SMT world, in which a Jack Frost suddenly remembers his true nature as a demon and grows a lust for power. As a result of this, he grows cruel, grows in size, and is tinted a stark black and purple, as well as gaining a resistance to flame on top of ice. Black Frost is a defensive powerhouse in most games, one that has a high amount of physical strength on top of magic and luck. 

Black Frost’s true origin is actually as simple as a pun. The japanese name for Jack Frost, ジャックフロスト, which is read ‘Jakku Furosuto’, is pronounced in much the same way as the Japanese word for evil, 邪悪, is written in kanji, being pronounced ‘ja'aku.’ A more direct translation of Black Frost’s name would be something like ‘Evil Frost,’ but the localizers made a good call in translating the pun to be associated with Black, referencing his color palette and a color typically associated with death or evil. 

Well, that was it for the fr- huh? I’m getting a call. 

Hey, Vee-ho! You’re forgetting about the other members of my famil-hee, you hee-hole! 

Oh. Crap.

The other Frosts are wait-heeng for their turn! Get ‘em on the hee-show! 

Fine! Hope you’re prepared, cus I’m not. This will not be fun.

[serinaviolet]

Warm Heartbeat

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on Zayne’s level 125 audio: “Warm Heartbeat” with a few elements of his "Silent Poem" audio because why not! At your surprise visit to Akso Hospital, you find out that your dear boyfriend Zayne is struggling with Evol backlash. Can you help your beloved before the power consumes him? And how will you help him warm up after?

Wordcount: 3.8k

A/N: This post is mostly dedicated to @aeyumicore and @tahbhie . Thank you both for inspiring me to write and post fanfictions again after such a long time <3

Warnings: mdni!, 18+, smut, slight angst, Fem!Reader, PinV, fingering, oral – fem! receiving, office sex, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), mention of scars, not proof read, english is not my first language (Let me know if I missed something)

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It was a normal evening in Linkon City. The day passed without much trouble while on patrol out with Xavier, no Wanderers or anything else out of the ordinary. Today was gonna be a calm and eventless day..or so you thought.

You knew that your boyfriend Zayne had one more surgery to perform this evening before the end of his shift, that’s why you decided to wait in his office so you two can enjoy the ride home together. You greeted Yvonne at the front desk of Akso hospital, a nurse which already knew you from your frequent visits, and headed straight to Zayne’s office. You find your way through the sterile hospital hallway by heart and instantly fell onto the cozy gray couch upon arriving in his workspace. It only took about 15 minutes before Zayne entered his office with quick steps, much more rushed than usual. As soon as he saw you, a panicked look flashed across his face, which morphed quickly into his stoic mask again.

“what are you doing here?”. His cold and somewhat breathless voice made you furrow your brows with concern. “Is everything ok? I came to pick you up, so we can go home together”. You rise from your seat and walk a bit closer to his slender, panting form by the door. “Don’t worry I’m fine. The surgery ended a few minutes ago, so I’m a little tired”. A pained little groan leaves his lips as his his eyebrows scrunch together. Now you’re really worried. Your hand reaches out to his shaky ones. “Zayne, are you…”. “If there’s nothing else…” he interrupts you, pressing the words through his thin lips hurriedly “...you should go home first Y/N”. He takes a few deep breathes, as if trying to hide the obvious pain he is in. ‘Something can’t be right’.

You slowly approach him while looking for any kind of injury on his perfectly sculptured body. “Why are you standing so close?” He hold his breath as you scan his face. His hazel green eyes looking back at you with a slight tremor while your brows furrow even more, tho you see nothing out of the ordinary. As you slowly place your hand on his cheek, the breath he was holding, finally escapes his lips. “Are you looking for something? I’m not hiding any candy from you” He teases and leans down. A small shiver runs along your spine as his whispered words hit your ear. A few small faltering breathes escape him while your hand moves down to his sensitive neck. His adams apple bopping slowly as your fingertips trace along his pale skin. “You are acting so weird today Zayne. I’m not looking for…” your eyes widen just as you see a thin layer of frost, creeping up on the side of his neck under his black high collar. Your eyes shoot up to his, only to see his gaze falling guiltily to the side whilst another pained moan escapes his throat. “You caught me”. You look up at him in utter disbelief as tears fill your vision and fear laces in your voice. “Zayne… Honey, why didn’t you say anything! Your neck is completely frozen!” Your scared eyes meet his agony filled ones. If it’s the pain from the ice swimming in them or seeing your trembling form caused by his distress, you can’t tell. “I knew you’d be worried”. He sighs as his still averted gaze fills with sadness. “You appear to be in more pain than I am”. His voice wavers while he takes a deep and much needed breath. “It’s just how it is with Evol backlash. It’s not as serious as you think it is. The ice will melt on it’s own”.

Your fingertips lightly graze over the in snowflakes covered skin, his thumb brushing away any stray tears, that you didn’t even notice escape your watering eyes. “Are you still concerned?”. You nod slowly, not daring to speak, as you feel like a frog got stuck in your throat. “Come here…”. He slowly takes off his white doctors coat and opens the first few buttons of his dark shirt, before carefully guiding your smaller hand to his frost covered collarbones. Now without the fabric in the way, you can clearly see how the ice has spread from his right shoulder, all the way up till shortly under his right ear. The snow slowly melting into small drops under your warm fingertips, rolling down over the smooth apex of his chest before disappearing into the soft cotton of his shirt. “It’s only a little bit of frost. It will be gone soon. I just have to bear with it”. You know that this is not the first time this happened, and you know that he is trying to convince you that he’s fine. But his staggered breath and trembling lips say otherwise. “Let’s sit down on the sofa”. You quickly nod and guide him to the cozy cushions. “You know you can rely on me Zayne! I can help you, so please tell me what I can do to make you feel better.” As you sit down next to him, his head falls back against the smooth wall behind him. A few shaky breathes escape his parted lips as his eyes flutter close, his long, black lashes kissing his cheeks.

“I don’t need you to do anything Y/N…”. His shaking hand interlacing with yours. “Just stay here with me”. Your thumb caressing over his white knuckles, while your worried eyes are still glued to the snow covered marble like structure of his neck. He feels your gaze on him and your fear rolling off of you and hitting him like waves, swallowing him deeper in this tense ocean of ice and missing control. “You can talk to me like you always do. It will divert my attention elsewhere”. You tell him about your day and how boring today's patrol was. His eyes remain closed, as if to completely focus all his senses on you and the sound of your voice, whilst the ice starts to move and spreads towards his chest. “T-the ice! It’s getting to your heart!” Panic replaces the calmness that filled your voice before, worriedly grabbing Zayne’s hand. “You’re mistaken”. He groans in pain, the air leaving his lungs getting shorter by the minute. “It hasn’t gotten worse. I know the ins and outs of my condition”. “But we have to-….” “We don’t need to do anything”. He interrupts you, trying to steady his breath with the fresh pain mixing in. Stubborn and stupidly in love as you are, you lay your palm on the now blue shimmering skin of his chest. Your fingers are submerged in stinging cold as soon as they touch the affected area, the feeling equal to falling into the snow without gloves on. “Don’t touch!” Panicked he tries to remove your hand from his ice like body, but to no avail. Your warmth sends a shiver down his spine and his glassy eyes meet your now determent ones while his breathing slowly calms down again.

“Do you want to treat me?” he asked as your soft touch wanders over the frosty goosebumps, lingering under your fingertips while the heat of your body slowly melts away his pain. “Of course. Even a doctor needs help sometimes.” Your soft gaze meets his stubborn one. “I don’t need it.” and you would’ve believed it, if it wasn’t for his shaky breath and the cracked skin appearing under the ice on his hands, which will eventually add to the already scars littered forearms of his. Your hand carefully holds his as you start treating the new wounds, soft breaths tickling your ear while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Don’t you feel cold holding my hand?” His voice cracks under the again spreading cold. “If you don’t let go...we’ll both freeze”. Truth is, you were cold. Extremely cold. But you knew that Zayne had to endure this torture way more often then any normal being could. And if you, freezing your fingers off, would help to make his pain even just a little bit less, then you would do it a hundred times over and over again. “I won’t let you suffer alone Zayne. Not now, not ever again.” He could see your pain but also that fire in your eyes, that he could never defeat. “Try using your Evol...to resonate with me.”

He’s right, maybe you could calm his powers with yours. You grasp his hand and rest your forehead against his. If it weren’t for these freezing temperatures, you would blush because the intimate closeness that you both share at that moment. You focus in your mind to find one wave, that feels...out of control. Your closed eyes look around for a spark, a light, anything that feels like the frozen beauty of Zayne’s Evol, and only after a few short moments, you notice something strong, panicked and even a bit lost. Zayne stayed quiet the whole time, fighting with his body and mind. But as soon as you linked with his, he let out a staggered breath and you loose your focus. “Are you ok?! Did that hurt?” you look up at him like a scared puppy. He takes a deep breath and looks into your again worried eyes. “It doesn’t hurt”. He takes a short moment before saying, probably mostly to himself, as if to convince not only you but also himself “I’m not that weak”. Not wanting to see him so full of pain anymore, you concentrate on his resonance once again and as soon as you linked, his hand clutches yours as if his life depends on it...-which it kinda does at the moment. The seconds turn into minutes, his breathing calming until it settles down completely and the crystals on his body vanish while you feel the freezing waves crash over to you like a storm. Your body shivers as you disconnect the link between you two.

“Are you cold?”. Is the first thing he asks while still holding your hands, your fingertips coated by a slight frosty white sheen. “J-just a bit but what about you? A-are you ok now?” you let your almost numb thumb stroke over his now slightly damp knuckles, looking up to see his thin lips graced with one of his heart melting smiles. “Yes, I feel better now”. You smile back as you try to stand, but fall almost instantly back into the couch. “I-I think I might be a b-bit colder than I thought”. You stammer slightly as strong arms pull you into the side of your handsome doctor. “Take your time. There is no rush” he whispers. With a slightly tremble, he let’s out a relieved sign, as the last remains of the frost drip slowly over his damp skin. “The ice melted…” he looks deeply into your eyes, cradling one side of your face with his big hand. “You are truly remarkable”. His other hand still grasping yours. “Your hand is very cold...Is it frozen?”. His delicate, slender fingers massage your fingertips and palm to circulate the blood-flow, the color slowly returning to them. “Please don’t hide something like this from me Zayne. I was scared I’d loose you... even tho I can help you, you decided to be a hardheaded idiot…”. You pout and look away, only for him to turn your face back to trap you in his hazel eyes. “All right. There won’t be a next time”. He rests his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes. “I won’t hide it from you and make you worry”. You nod softly and place your free hand tenderly on his slightly cool, wet chest right below his collarbone.

Fascinated by how soft it feels even after this intense shock-frosting just mere moments ago, you let your fingers trace up and down between his pecs, only for him to catch said hand with his own. “There isn’t any ice on me” he pants slightly while his gaze seems to get darker with every soft touch your skin shares with his. Eyes clouded, he whispers in a low murmur: “Are you looking for something else on my body?”. Flustered you look down, while trying to stammer out an excuse. “Y-your… Your heart! I-I was looking for your heart to...uhm...to check if it’s beating?” you chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere but Zayne. He shakes his head with slight amusement in his eyes. “My heart…”, he moves your hand right above it’s location, “...is over here”. You can feel the muscle pumping under your touch and his usually calm heartbeat is raised to a quick pounding. “As a person’s body temperature decreases, their heart rate increases” he explains matter-of-factly. “It’s so fast… are you still cold?” You feel the speed increasing once more. “Yes, my heart is beating more quickly compared to before. But it’s not because of the cold.” He leans down, a soft kiss placed against your cheek, then your lips. A slight smirk spreads across his face, his hand stroking slowly up your thigh and settling on your waist. “It also lets you check a person’s pulse.” He strokes along your side, his grip firm on you as he pulls you onto his lap, his eyes filled with emotions. Nervousness, relieve, lust and most importantly, love.

“Could you sit here for me?” His voice nothing more than a whisper as he slowly trails his hand under your fluffy shirt, long fingers sprawling across your lower back and stroking soothing circles into the skin. “Let me warm myself” You smile softly at his tender and loving touch, settling into his arms and cuddling closer to your lover. “You said that you could check a person’s pulse. How would you do that?” You whisper into his ear as you lean more against his tall frame, chests pressing against each other and your soft curves molding into his. A choked whimper leaves Zayne parted lips, his head nuzzling into your neck with a soft sigh, placing fluttering kisses against the side before sucking a small lovemark into your creamy skin. “This is the common carotid artery” his kisses moving down towards your collarbone, his honeyed words sending shivery goosebumps across your frame, your heart about to beat out of your chest. One of his hands finds it’s way away from your back, stroking gently over the trail of kisses he just left, stopping at the hickey and pressing softly against it. “Your heart is also beating quickly. Is it because of what happened earlier? Or because of this?” His fingers caressing the nape of your neck, his lips ghosting over your throat, inhaling the soft scent of your bodywash and your own. A soft whimper escapes your plush lips, quivering form the tension that burns hotter with each second. A low chuckle echos through his office and your head snaps up with a light frown. “Don’t laugh! It’s cold in here…”. “It’s cold?” he grins down at you twitching in his lap, strong muscles pressing you against his lean frame. “You should hug me more tightly then” His hands snake under your top again, dancing along your curves and waist, always teasing along the edge of your bra. Your hands trailing over his strong muscles, carefully wandering across his half-covered torso while slowly opening the buttons to reveal more. His voice now nothing more than a breathless whisper, begging to feel more of your sweet warmth. “Its still not enough. Tighter”

His hands grab your hips, pressing you against his crotch while softly grinding against your rapidly warming core. His mouth moving against yours in a tender kiss, trailing his way down again towards your cleavage, his hard member rocking against your clothed center with a delicious friction. His green orbs studying your reactions as the need for each other swims into a drunken haze. “Does this make you feel warmer?” Truth be told, you were burning with desire. Desire to love, to feel and to be felt by him. A bright burning flame, consuming your body and mind in a desperate lust filled state. But he can’t know that, not after he hid something so dangerous from you and made you fear for his life. “I don’t feel a thing Dr. Zayne… it’s still sooo cold.” You sang with a slight whine, making Zayne flash a slight, sly smirk on his soft lips. “you don’t feel anything…” His scarred hands rolling your hips harshly against his, you shake your head as a soft no, teasing him further while biting your bottom lip. “Its not enough for you?” His smirk getting wider, his tone filled with amusement.

Gold speckled eyes turning hungry, quickly flipping you both and pressing your smaller form into the couch underneath him. Open mouthed kisses shifting lower and lower, his tender finger clutching the hem of your shirt, pulling and bunching it up to reveal the lace covered mounds his awaiting lips so desperately desired. A path of nips, bites, marks and wet kisses lead the way to his true destination, his gaze locking with yours as his head slowly descends along your heated body. Stopping right above the waistband of your skirt, his knees settling on the floor as his hand grasps the back of your leg, placing it on his shoulder to continue his kisses along the inside of your thigh. Soft inhales and breathy sighs caressing the smooth plain of your leg. “Then what about this?” His eyes closing in bliss as his head nears the now soaking wetness of your panties. Low grumbling and wet kisses, accompanied by your soft noises, echo through the usually quiet room. Inhaling deeply as his nose touches your still clothed center, a chocked, deep gasp escaping him as the fragrance clouds his senses, sending an electrifying bolt down your spine and straight to your arching hole. “why are you trembling?” His teeth finding the elastic band of your lacy thong, pulling it down your legs till they dangle from your still lifted ankle, his watchful eyes never leaving yours in the process. “Z-Zayne, what if someone walks in?” His lips trailing back to your now dripping heat, his slender fingers softly spreading the pink lips, his breath shaky as his hooded lids glance at the drop of pleasure rolling along the twitching slit. “It’s alright. The door is locked...no one will walk in on us.” roughened thumb catching the clear bead, tongue savoring the taste off his fingertip. A small gasp escaping your kiss swollen mouth, cheeks tinted in an adorable shade of red. “I-I thought you wanted to warm me up Dr. Zayne” your hand stroking softly through the black strands of his hair. “We can do other things to raise our body temperature.” His breathless, needy mouth lowering to your lower lips, licking and sucking on the little bundle of nerves like a man starved. Your head thrown back in pleasure, back arching off the couch as his skilled tongue delves into your cunt, fucking the muscle into you like it’s all he ever did his whole entire life. Your grip on his scalp tightening, soft moans reaching his ears, making him hum against your swelling clit like listening to the most beautiful tune.

A thin sheen of sweat building on your forehead, eyes rolling back as his lips and tongue focus on your little bundle, while two of his fingers slip inside your wet cunt, curling expertly against your g-spot. “Hmm don’t stop~ I’m gonna… Ahh Zayne I’m gonna cum~” His fingers pumping quicker into your clenching depths, driven by your moans, his pace increasing till you release into his awaiting palm. Your leg trembling on top of his broad shoulder as he rides out your orgasm, placing a soft kiss against your stomach. “Looks like I overheated you a bit. Maybe you can share some of that heat with me now.” As your still panting form lays on the soft pillows before him, he rises to his feet and frees his arching member from the tight prison of his jeans. His left hand lifting your other leg onto him as well, while his right one aligns his arching cock with your puffy entrance. The delicious stretch of his tip filling your system with a keen sense of longing, grinding your hips up to push his massive length deeper into you, which coaxes a few quiet whimpers out of him. “You feel so perfect around me darling, so needy for me to fill you” he leans down, his soft whispers teasingly against your ear as he rolls his hips in a fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt. Your mouth flies open in a silent scream, head thrown back as the head of his girthy dick touches your cervix. Soft pants, quiet whispers and love filled moans ring through the heart-surgeon’s office, underlined by the loud and wet slapping sounds as his thighs ram against your ass with every drag and thrust into your deepest parts. His brows furrowing, leaning down to place soft and tender kisses against your chest and neck while his hips rut wildly in contrast, like you’d disappear underneath him at any second. Legs still placed on top of his shoulders, your frame now folded in half, as his pace quickens with every hit to your sensitive spot. You claw into his back, searching for an anchor to ground you, while waves of pleasure shoot from your overly sensitive clit to your fucked out brain, preparing for the quickly approaching second release of today. “So deep~! Don’t stop please, I’m so close again!” His thrusts never faltering, green eyes almost swallowed by the blacks of his blown pupils. “Say my name princess. Say my name and cum for me” and that’s what did it for you. With a scream of his name on your lips, you crash into the waves of your pleasure, effectively pulling him with you as you tighten around him like a vice. A deep groan vibrating against your throat as milky warm ropes of cum fill you as he carries you both trough your shared orgasms, fierce grinding turns into shallow rolls of his hips till he stills completely inside of you.

Soft giggles a low whispers fill the room as you both lay there, sweaty but satisfied, still intertwined in the most intimate way possible. His hand reaching for yours, lips grazing the ring claded finger with the softest touch, symbolizing the promise made to each other a while ago. “Thank you… for caring for me. I know I’m difficult from time to time but… you’re always here for me and I really appreciate that my love.” His gaze meeting yours as a soft smile spreads across your face. “Always my dear. In this life and every other that follows, I’ll always be by your side” you kiss him softly, missing the short pain of past forgotten lives flashing across his eyes. But you were right, you will be by his side. Forever.

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Finally wrote my first fanfiction again after 6 years and my first ever LaDs FF none the less! I hope you all enjoyed it and if you did, I would appreciate a like, follow or nice comment^^ thank you all for reading till the end and till next time <3

-SerinaViolet

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[shuang-hua]

after all this time... my first guardian fanart... and it's those other guys

(freezer-room hostage scene our beloved tho)

this has alt text. extended image description below the cut.

Guo Changcheng sits slumped on the floor, his eyes closed and face wan with cold. Chu Shuzhi, crouched behind him, embraces him tightly, his black scarf wrapped like a blanket around them both. His face is grazed in several places, and his brow furrowed in worry. Their hair and clothes are tipped with frost, and the colours are blue-tinged and pale.

Ink and watercolour.

[discoscoob]

Constellations | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

Pure fluff and smut of Loki and you making love in a dome observatory beneath colliding galaxies.

Part Ten | Part Twelve | Chapter Index

Words: 5.1k

Warnings: Jotun Loki, smut, oral: male receiving and unprotected sex

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Loki observed you with a raised eyebrow as you returned both the psychic paper and the sonic screwdriver to the Doctors jacket pocket.

 “Did you steal those?” Loki gasped, although you could tell from how exaggerated it was that his shocked reaction was playful.

 “Borrowed.” You corrected him with a shrug.

 “Where is your auntie and the Doctor? Did you... did you pilot the TARDIS yourself?” Now Loki looked genuinely amazed. “How were you able to track me down so quickly?”

 “I connected my consciousness to the TARDIS through the telepathic interface and thought about you a lot and she brought me straight to you...” You affectionately patted at the console like you would a pet. “She’s smart.” 

 But Loki noticed the way your brows pinched together and your eyelids lowered over your eyes as your affectionate patting of the console switched into more of a nervous movement, you were far too interested in tracing the intricate lines which ran between the different toggles and buttons. Loki reached his own hand out to cover yours, to pull your focus back into the moment.

 “What is it?” He gently nudged you.

 “Donna and the Doctor... they found out about New York... about you. I tried to tell them that you weren’t in control... I think the Doctor understood... but Donna... she thinks you made the whole thing up... that you can’t be trusted.” The entire time you spoke, you avoided Loki’s eyes as you kept your gaze focused on your interlocked hands hoping he wouldn’t pull his away.

 “And what do you think?” Loki asked as he brushed his thumb along the back of your knuckles.

 “I trust you... does that make me a fool?” You finally looked into Loki’s eyes, wanting to hold contact as he answered to search for any traces of dishonesty. 

 “Yes,” Loki nodded and your face dropped as your eyes slightly inflated, “if you were anyone else,” he added as he caressed your jaw with his palm. “I don’t know what I have done to earn your trust but it is something that I would never wish to destroy.”

 You leaned your face into his palm with a slight blush as you let your eyes fall shut, you planted a lingering kiss on the back of his wrist. “You had me for a second there.” 

 “Twice in one day.” Loki proudly smirked.

 “Hmm... Moby tho?” You lifted a judgemental eyebrow, recalling your encounter in the Judge’s office, and his face twisted with a cringe.

 “Not my finest moment, I’ll admit.” He chuckled at himself slightly before he began walking backwards, pulling you along with him by your hand. “I have something which I would like to show you.” He told you to ease away the confused crease between your brows.

 Loki quietly guided you through the corridors of the TARDIS, since neither of you wanted to deal with a confrontation from your auntie just yet, you had came to an unspoken agreement that you would avoid her for now.

 “After the Dark Ages... when I...” Loki began, keeping his voice low.

 “Avoided me for three days?” You finished for him and Loki shamefully avoided your eyes as he nodded. 

 “I explored the depths of the TARDIS,” he softly explained after letting a moment of silence wash over the both of you, “and I found a room, which I imagined sharing with you whenever I visited it.”

 By the time he was finished speaking he had halted in front of a sealed door and was grasping both your hands in his own, he let his hands stroke up both your arms, until they eventually reached your shoulders and he manoeuvred you so that your back was facing his front. 

 Loki brought his hands up to your face and used them to cover both your eyes, plunging you into darkness. He felt your eyelashes brush against his palms as you slowly blinked.

 “Do you still trust me?” You felt his breath fan over the shell of your ear from his close proximity.

 “I do.” You confirmed without hesitation.

 You heard the sound of the sealed metal door slide open before Loki guided you forward, your footing was clumsy due to your lack of sight but Loki made sure to keep a slow and steady pace as he walked you into the room.

 You startled slightly once you heard the door seal back shut behind you and Loki soothed you with a gentle shush in your ear before he brought you to a stop. 

 “Ready?” Loki whispered and you nodded before he removed his hands from your face and rested them back on your shoulders.

 Once you blinked your eyes open your breath caught in your throat at the marvellous sight before you. Loki had stood you in the centre of a dome observatory. Beyond the glass panels above you, every colour your eye could see twirled and intertwined, both spiralling and colliding with one another while mimicking the shape of clouds, amongst glimmering Swarovski crystal stars which provided you with the only source of light as they shone down on the pair of you like a mirror ball. The floor of the observatory perfectly mirrored the scenery above, creating the illusion that you were completely submerged in the depths of space, floating between colliding galaxies. 

 The stars reflected in your dilated pupils as your eyes stretched wide with amazement and your jaw dropped as you failed to conjure any words which would come close to justifying how captivated you were by the wonder before you.

 Loki circled you until he was stood before you and you reluctantly pulled your focus away from the stars to instead admire them as they floated in the reflection of his eyes.

 “This morning you asked me something...” Loki began as he held both your hands in his, “you asked to know what I really looked like and I didn’t understand why you would ever wish to see that part of me. It isn’t something which I have ever fully accepted about myself, but it is a part of me no matter whether I like it or not and as your beloved it isn’t right that I hide parts of myself from you, especially since I have gained your trust, you deserve full openness and honesty.”

 “Loki, if you’re not comfortable... I don’t want you to feel forced into revealing your true form to me. I was wrong to pressure you and I should have respected your boundaries.” You admitted making sure that he was sure about his choice.

 “I don’t want to hide anything from you, I’m certain.” Loki assured you before he planted a kiss on your forehead and began backing away, you stepped forward to follow him but he gave you a stern look which told you to remain where you were as he widened the distance between the pair of you.

 Loki closed his eyes and you expected to see the green shimmer wash over his body to reveal his true form but instead a darker shade began to spread over his skin, at first you thought it was a shadow as it creeped over half his face until it began to cover every inch of his skin. 

 Once his entire face turned a cold shade of deep blue, the purples, pinks, reds and greens of the galaxies above reflected off the high points of his face, giving his skin different hues. His cheekbones glowed with a hint of purple, while the bottom of his forehead reflected the green glow, which combined with his skin tone, created a cyan highlight over the top of his eyes, which were still hidden behind his lowered eyelids.

 Markings rose over his face in the shape of fine lines, three of them ran across the side of each cheek just beneath his high cheekbones and another set ran down the front of his chin, while on his forehead three lines ran parallel in the shape of a semicircle which disappeared into his hairline. 

 You looked down to his hands, noticing the blue tone had spread over them by now and just like on his face, thin lines rose across the back of his hands and fingers and his fingernails turned black.

 You chanced taking a step forward but Loki finally lifted his eyes, revealing a pair of crimson irises, and fixed you with a warning look that told you not to come any closer. 

 “Loki, what is it?” You could sense there was a reason he was maintaining his distance and you doubted he was just hoping that you were short sighted so you wouldn’t be able to see him properly from far away.

 “I have never been touched or touched anyone in this form. When I went to Jotunhiem with my brother, the frost giants would give the warriors frostbite from their touch alone. I don’t want to hurt you.” Loki shared his concern with you.

 “But may I come closer? I won’t touch you, I promise.” You paid attention to the hesitant look in Loki’s eye before he subtly nodded and clasped his hands behind his back as you slowly closed the gap between the two of you, until you were about arms length away from him.

 Loki appeared nervous as he let his eyelids cast over his eyes once again and lowered his head to stare at the reflection of the galaxies on the ground, avoiding your curious gaze as you let your eyes cast over every visible inch of his body, amazed by his otherworldly form. He was like nothing you had ever seen before and you were completely captivated by him, even the constellations above couldn’t steal your attention away.

 “Please don’t hide your face.” You softly pleaded.

 “You don’t have to pretend that you find this form appealing,” Loki shook his head letting his dark hair curtain over his face, “I know this is disparate to the standards of beauty on your planet, I do not seek or expect validation, my one and only intention is to honour your trust and be completely open with you.”

 Innately, you reached your hand out with the intention of brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear, momentarily forgetting about the promise you had made not to touch him. When Loki caught sight of your movement, he flinched and instinctually blocked you by catching your wrist in his fist, causing you both to stiffen with alarm once you realised you had made skin on skin contact.

 Loki snatched his hand away almost instantly, as if he had touched something scalding hot, while you cradled your wrist in your palm and inspected it. To both your surprise, you were unharmed. All you had felt when Loki touched you was a slight chill which rose goosebumps along the back of your forearm, but you received no injury, no frostbite.

 Tentatively, you began stretching your fingers out towards Loki’s hand which hung limply by his side, he warily watched your movements but made no move to pull his hand out your reach since he was just as curious as you were. Your pointer finger lightly brushed against his own, rivalling the touch of a feather, causing his hand to twitch slightly at the ticklish sensation that ran through it. His hand was cold to touch, like he had just came inside from a long walk in a winter storm, but his touch did not hurt you so you slowly reached out further until your fingers were interlocked.

 Loki looked at your intertwined fingers as if his eyes were playing tricks on him before he hesitantly gave your hand a gentle squeeze with his own, just to make sure it was truly there and not a figment of his imagination and you gave his hand a squeeze back in return as you took a step closer to him.

 “I’m not pretending.” You told him honestly and Loki pulled his gaze away from your hands to look into your eyes for any sign of insincerity. “I love the way that your skin glows different hues as it reflects the colours of the galaxies surrounding us.” You traced the pad of your thumb against the purple tone on his cheekbone, as your eyes studied his face, “the way the stars mirror in your eyes, they outshine even the finest rubies.” 

 Loki leaned into your touch as you moved ever closer, you traced the pad of your thumb over the ridges of his face and Loki let his eyes flutter shut in response to your soothing touch. You were fascinated by the perfectly aligned markings.

 “Do all frost giants have identical markings or are they unique to each one, like fingerprints?” You curiously whispered and Loki’s eyelids calmly rose open as he looked down at you, almost dumbfounded by the genuine interest you displayed in his true form.

 “They’re all different...” Loki slowly answered as he watched the way your eyes roamed his form with nothing but pure intrigue.

 Your thumb travelled across his cold skin until you found markings that disappeared under the collar of his shirt. 

 “May I?” You looked up to his eyes for consent as your fingers rested over the top button of his shirt.

 Loki was looking back at you, his cheeks appeared to be a deeper shade of blue than the rest of his face, it almost looked like a blush, while the bottomless depths in the centre of his ruby red eyes expanded, as constellations swirled inside them. “You may.” Loki granted you permission in a hushed tone and you felt his Adam’s apple bop against your fingers as you unfastened the top button of his shirt.

 You loosened his tie and slipped it from his neck, letting it cascade to the floor to be forgotten, before you returned to unbuttoning his shirt. Once it was completely undone, you peaked at his bare chest, the markings from his neck ran parallel along his collarbones and stopped at the edge of his shoulders. A single line ran down the centre of his chest and stopped above his belly button. Two lines on either side ran parallel until they diverged in opposite directions and disappeared around either side of his narrow waist. In groups of three, completely symmetrical lines on either side of his hips, arched down towards his pelvis and disappeared beneath the waist band of his trousers.

 Moving your hands underneath his shirt you gently encouraged it off his shoulders and gravity did the rest to slip it from his body. The same narrow markings ran down his biceps and forearms, the lines spiralled around like the pattern of a candy cane until his elbows where the lines gathered close together and completely circled his arm like a band. 

 “Are you okay with this?” You double checked with Loki, your hands were resting on his shoulders, you didn’t want to push him beyond his comfort, he had remained uncharacteristically quiet the whole time. Loki simply nodded and you furrowed your brows, not entirely convinced.

 “Are you su–“ you didn’t get the chance to finish asking him before he hooked his cold hand around the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and he dragged your lips towards his own. His other arm encircled your waist, securing you close to his body, you felt him fist at the back of your thin blouse to drag it out from where it was tucked into your trousers so his hand could gain access beneath it. As his cool fingers ran along the dip of your spine, goosebumps rose along your skin and your fine hairs stood on end.

 “I’m sorry, I just– I never imagined I would ever be touched in this form and even if there was a chance I could be... I doubted anyone would ever want to.” Loki admitted, as he rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed. 

 You nudged your nose against his affectionately, “I find it difficult to keep my hands off of you.” You admitted as you wrapped your arms further around his neck and pulled him down to once again mould your lips to his.

 Loki could sense from the way you looked at him, your body language and lack of hesitation that this wasn’t a performance, your words and actions were completely true and sincere. The fact he was in his jotun form slipped from the forefront of his mind as he allowed himself to indulge in this moment which he shared with you, without allowing any other thoughts to enter his mind, his attention was entirely focused on you.

 Loki lowered the pair of you to the floor and you prepared for your back to come into contact with the hard surface but instead it met a soft fur blanket and cushions which you were certain hadn’t been there beforehand. You couldn’t be bothered to find the words to question it, instead moans of pleasure escaped between your parted lips as Loki’s cool mouth attached to the column of your neck and left hungry open mouthed kisses down your collarbones and over your chest, as he skilfully unbuttoned your blouse with one hand.

 The fact his lips were cold created a whole new foreign sensation which you weren’t used to and it caused your sensitive body to become even more responsive. Once Loki had slipped your flimsy blouse from your body, you put your palms on his shoulders and pushed until he rolled onto his back and you straddled him. 

 Loki couldn’t hide the stunned expression which crossed over his face from your unexpected gain of control, you wanted to make sure he knew how much you admired his true form and how grateful you were that he trusted you enough to let you see it. 

 “Let me worship you.” You whispered against his icy lips.

 “If you insist.” Loki grinned in return after a short quiet pause where he put little effort in masking the affect your words had on him.

 As you followed the markings on his chest all the way down his belly, to the top of his trousers, Loki sunk his fingers into your hair and gently scratched the tips of his black fingernails over your scalp, which sent pleasant shivers through your entire body. 

 You quickly popped open the button of his trousers and pulled down the zipper, eager to reattach your lips to his cool flesh, you dug your fingers into both the waistband of his trousers and his underwear and dragged them down together until his hard member sprung free.

 “Darling?” You heard Loki whisper and you gently shushed him as you planted warm kisses along his marked thighs, while your hands rested on his bare hips, which involuntarily bucked as your lips moved closer to where he needed you. 

 You purposely made your fingertips lightly drag across the point where his hip met the top of his leg to send a ticklish sensation through his abdomen, you smiled to yourself when you felt Loki squirm slightly beneath you, before you wrapped your fingers around the base of his length and you heard his breath catch in his throat.

 You looked up at Loki through your lashes to find him already staring down at you with his pupils blown and his lips parted ever so slightly. Without breaking eye contact you opened your mouth and licked a stripe straight up his cock from the base to the tip, you weren’t sure where this surge of confidence to take had control come from but the way Loki responded only encouraged you to continue.

 “Gods...” You heard him whisper to himself as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, which fell back limply between his shoulders as his grip in your hair tightened once you wrapped your warm mouth around his cold and sensitive tip.

 You slowly dragged your lips back off his length with hollow cheeks, relishing in the response you gained from Loki, you dared to try and take him even deeper as you reattached your lips and sunk down until you felt his tip at the back of your mouth before you slowly pulled back up.

 “I fear your mouth might take me to Valhalla.” Loki strained as he bucked his hips in search of more friction, your cheeks heated at the praise, spurring you on to please him further.

 Sinking back down on his length, you dragged your hand at his base up and down where your mouth couldn’t reach as you began to bob your head. You felt yourself grow wetter in your underwear simply due to the affect you were having on the God beneath you. Using your free hand you unbuttoned your suit pants and dug your fingers into your underwear to rub the pad of your middle finger over your sensitive clit. 

 Moans escaped your mouth, sending vibrations through Loki’s hard cock which increased his pleasure, he couldn’t control the way his hips bucked into the warmth of your delightful mouth, making you choke slightly as his blunt tip hit the back of your throat. 

 Loki immediately lifted his head to check on you but you had quickly regained your composure as you continued to pleasure him, unfazed, but he noticed your hand buried into the front of your own pants and he drew his brows together because that just would not do.

 Using his hand which was buried in your hair, he gently dragged your head up, causing a whine to leave your throat as he slipped from your mouth but he tenderly soothed you as he brought his hand to your cheek and encouraged you to crawl up his body.

 “What were you doing?” Loki softly asked you, by now both your hands were resting on either side of his head in order to hold yourself up as he stared up directly at you with one hand stroking through your hair, while the other traced patterns along your bare back.

 “Sucking you off?” You answered, but your tone made it sound more like a question as you drew your brows together with confusion.

 “What else.” Loki prompted you and your mind cleared with realisation but you were still confused as to why he was drawing attention to it.

 “Playing with myself...” You said feeling your face begin to flush, certain now that this was the answer that he was looking for. 

 “Mhm,” Loki nodded in acknowledgement before he switched your positions, pushing you onto your back so he was looming over you, his stare grew even more intense as the galaxies were no longer reflected in his eyes causing them to grow darker. “Why?”

 Suddenly you began to grow nervous, like you had been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, “because I wanted to?” You asked, as if he already knew the answer and you were making a guess hoping it was the right one.

 “You wanted to?” Loki cocked his brow, as he slowly trailed his hand down your stomach and buried his hand into your underwear just like you had, you twitched slightly at the cool sensation on your heat, as he dragged his fingers through your folds, gathering your juices on them, he lightly nudged your clit before he pulled his hand back out of your underwear.

 “You’re completely soaked,” he stated, “you resorted to pleasuring yourself while I’m right here and perfectly capable of taking care of all your needs.” If you weren’t mistaken, you’d say Loki seemed almost offended, you weren’t sure if you should’ve apologised or not.

 “What about you?” You tried, after all you were taking care of his needs.

 “My love, I will not see you go neglected as I chase my own pleasure.” Loki told you, as he dragged your trousers and underwear down your legs, revealing your most intimate area to himself and the galaxies above. You moved your legs like you were on an invisible bicycle in order to completely pull them off your body and left them in a messy heap on the floor while Loki unlatched your bra, leaving you completely bare to him. 

 He didn’t hesitate to run the blunt head of his cock over your folds, causing you to jump at the unfamiliar feeling of such a chilling temperature on your heat, you wondered how it would feel inside you. You didn’t have to wait long to find out as Loki began sinking himself into you, both of your senses and sensitivities were heightened due to your contrasting temperatures, you felt every inch of his length drag against your hot walls, while Loki almost came instantly from the feeling of your tight heat surrounding him.

 “Oh my god, Loki,” you gasped as you tightened your arms around him as shivers shot through your spine hand in hand with pleasure while your abdomen tightened and your walls fluttered against his cool length. Loki allowed himself to bask in your response before he began rolling his hips in a steady rhythm.

 Once again you began to move your hand down towards your clit but Loki quickly grabbed both your wrists in his fits and pinned them on the plush cushions scattered around your head.

 “If you keep insisting on taking responsibility for your own pleasure, I will be left with no choice but to restrain you.” Loki warned you and the suggestion sent the pit of your stomach swirling. 

 Loki picked up on the way your eyes widened so slightly at the mere thought of being restrained and completely at his mercy and realised that might be something you would be interested in and he stored it in his memory to explore at a later date, for now he made sure to keep your wrists held together in one of his large hands, as he brought the other down to your neglected clit. 

 Your back immediately arched into his as you gasped with pleasure and he increased his pace, creating more friction for the pair of you. Loki’s marked back glistened with the many hues from above, as it arched and rolled with each hard and direct thrust.

 “Please, Loki...” You whined as you felt your release coiling in the base of your stomach, you just needed a gentle nudge over the edge. You moved your leg slightly, giving Loki the room to change the angle of his deep thrusts and you instantly screamed with pleasure as he unexpectedly hit the perfect spot inside you, instantly sending your orgasm crashing over you as you chanted his name along with some added curse words. 

 Loki came immediately after you as the way your walls clenched around him as your release surged through you had ignited his own explosion. 

 While you recovered from your orgasm, you watched Loki’s face as his eyes closed and his lips parted before a backdrop of constellations which shone behind him like a nimbus and you thought it was the most breathtaking sight you had ever seen.

 As his pleasure gently evaporated, he slipped himself out of you and rested by your side, a warm ivory skin tone began to spread over his body as he returned to his usual form. His body temperature instantly rose and you snuggled into his chest in search of warmth, since laying with his frost giant form had left your own skin cold to the touch.

 Loki conjured another blanket and tucked it snugly around the pair of you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and secured you in his safe and comfortable hold and you let out a quiet content sigh.

 You believed the moment couldn’t have been anymore perfect, you were resting in the arms of the person you loved, in post orgasmic bliss, underneath a view very few people would ever have the privilege of enjoying. 

 It took you a moment to realise it, but you immediately stiffened as soon as you realised what you had considered Loki as. The person you loved.

 “Are you all right?” Loki lifted his head to look down at you, having picked up on the way your body had stiffened against him and the way your pulse picked up as his felt the beat of your heart hammering against the side of his bare chest.

 “I just... I just remembered what I saw on the projection,” you quickly saved yourself, “will you tell me where it was from?” 

 Now you lifted your head and rested your chin above his armpit as you looked at him with concern, although you were attempting to cover up the real reason you had unexpectedly stiffened, you were still anxious about what you had saw and Loki had promised that he would explain it to you later, you decided what better time than now.

 Loki’s eyelids lowered as he looked down and let his head fall back against the cushions and you noticed the way he swallowed nervously, as you watched him closely in silence, giving him time to gather the right words.

 “Remember how in Pompeii I told you I am a glitch in the timeline and I’m not supposed to exist?” Loki jogged your memory and you nodded against his shoulder.

 “After I attacked New York and I was captured by my brother and the Avengers, I stole the tesseract and used it to escape – in the original timeline that never happened, originally I was captured and Thor took me with him back to Asgard. By escaping with the tesseract I created an alternate timeline of events. The projection was showing me my alternative life... and that moment you saw... that was my death.” You didn’t miss the way Loki’s voice trembled slightly as he explained it to you which caused hot tears to gather underneath the edge of your waterline, while it felt like a fist tightened around your heart.

 “That... that’s not going to happen to you now though, right?” You worried and Loki once again lifted his head to look you in the eye as he rose a comforting hand to your cheek.

 “No, darling. I’m on a different path now. One I am taking with you by my side.” Loki assured you and brought a smile to your lips and a warmth to your chest that soothed your racing heart. 

 You planted a kiss on his lips, pouring all your emotions and feelings into it, which caused it to deepen as your lips moved against each other’s in a lazy rhythm until you lifted away with one last peck before you returned your head to his chest.

 “Let’s sleep here tonight, under the stars.” You said as you closed your eyes, finally realising just how tired you were.

[ghostboyjules]

weirder asks: 9, 10, 23, & 33 <<33

fishy!!!! hello beloved!! tank you for the ask 🥺💖 that pun was accidental, a typo really, but I'm leaving it. it worked to get there. 💀

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

iced coffee gay 10000%... mmmm coffee

10. would you slaughter the rich?

I do not have the words, for the amount of YES, that I am saying to this question. I would build a guillotine with my bare hands if the opportunity presented itself 🥰

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

my life blood... chilly weather sustains me, brings me joy... frost on the grass in the morning?? i have emerged

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

hmmmm... had to think for a second on this one. this is a fairly mundane adventure but it felt like an adventure nonetheless. I went to a local metaphysical shop to get some witchy supplies I was running low on and a few books, and then I went to a cemetery ✨ it was too hot tho so I only walked around for a bit. because of course I was wearing black so. exacerbated the Florida sun 💀 did see an interesting monument tho in that cemetery.

thanks again for the ask 🥺 warms the weird lil chambers of my heart 🖤💖

[fordanoia]

Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged way way back by @endae​ (my beloved). Thank you for the tag!!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

19 (haha), I really gotta work on moving all my paranoid ford one shots over into a one shot series though. I have about 70 fic posts on here.

What’s your total word count on AO3

180,212. Half of which all comes from Gotham Falls which isn’t a surprise.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Mainly just Gravity Falls. 

I wouldn’t really count the other stuff I’ve done because it’s only been 1 fic, and that was it really. R.ise of the Guardians, O.utlast:Whistleblower, S.anders Sides. N.aruto and D.eath Note if you wanna go way back.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Even Stone Crumbles 2. I Think I Saw You 3. Gotham Falls 4. A Blinded Eye for a Blinded Eye 5. Please Come

I’m pretty happy ITISY is up there since that’s kind of my ‘best series work’, Blinded Eye too, that one’s been a lot of fun to write because it’s a ficlet series.

Kind of really thrown that the Even Stone Crumbles one shot is the hightest one though, dang people really just wanted to see Ford cry huh, I can accomodate that.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Uh... rarely. 

Basically, it’s something where creators responding to me got me nervous so I didn’t generally do it as a creator myself until I found out some consider it polite to respond and since then I’ve been making an effort of doing it going forward. 

I’m not online that often nowadays though so... I haven’t done it much.

Wanna emphasize tho how much I THRIVE off of comments and that I appreciate them even if I didn’t reply to them. Genuinely I’ve made fics a higher priority bc a comment revitalized my passion for the fic.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Most of my paranoid one shots wind up with angsty endings where it’s implied that Ford just has to keep Living in it. 

I had one where he woke up and thought Bill had Killed A Person while he was possessing him, and it leaves off an unsettling note.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?

Rarely. I wouldn’t consider myself a crossover person, which is funny because I have one exception for that and it IS Gotham Falls (which is the stan twins from gf inside of gotham from b.atman the animated series).

For the sake of the question though imma include rp for wildest thing I’ve ever done which was rp as Chris McLean from total drama island and hosted a game of ‘rabbit doubt’ (which is an angsty rp game where 1 person is a killer and is killing the other characters until they’re the only one left or the group discovers who it is). Players included bill, some undertale characters, and etc.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No. Worst I’ve ever gotten was slightly rude stuff.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

‘Rarely’ really is the word of the day here. Some g.ravity falls and some vamp oc content.  

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Closest I’ve ever done has been rp. Remembered I co-wrote a fic with a friend when I was in middle school. Dual self-insert where the a.katsuki (from n.aruto) kidnapped us from our world and we wound up becoming ninjas.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

hands down, B.illford. Manipulative and toxic is a ship dynamic I enjoy a lot.

Honorable second place B.lackice (J.ack Frost/P.itch Black) which i’ve been coming back to read fics for every long once in a while since 2013. Even if it’s only in spurts it is still technically the longest I’ve cared for a ship. (Surprisingly, I actually like this ship when Pitch genuinely reforms, kozmotis style)

(I don’t care about the vast majority of ships so not a hard competition here.)

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Gotham F- lol no, I’m determined to not die until I finish that bad boy.

Dear Stan(ford). Unfortunately, an easy answer. I’ve never gone back to finish it really, and it’s the lowest on the totem poles out of all my wips.

There’s nothing wrong with it, and it’s got good legs, but I think the slice-of-life sort of pace makes this harder for me to write especially with it being an episodic set up which gives me nothing much to jump to between each letter. 

It’s a bit of a ‘as the mood strikes me’ but I always have something higher priority and I’m more invested in so the mood never strikes.

What are your writing strengths?

I’d like to think that once I’ve got a character down that I can do their dialogue really well and character interactions. Characterization in general.

Also tense scenes.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluff, casual conversations, new characters, fighting.

Whenever I try anything entirely light hearted I generally fall flat and it all comes out so stocky/woody.

New characters, if I don’t Know A Character Through and Have A True Feel for them, then I just flounder all over the place. I don’t know how to write if I don’t know what they’d be thinking and feeling past about how ANY person would think/feel.

Fighting - I mean hell, common weakness, same issue as fluff/slice-of-life I just feel like I’m pushing words. Half the time I can get in a groove with it, but other times it’s - arm hit wall, punch go to face but miss.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Yeah, more than fine. If the 2nd language becomes plot important then I think you should either include translation or mark the language as multilingual, but yeah nah.

I’m someone that has to know what it’s saying even if it’s not Plot Important so I prefer the translations regardless (if google translate won’t get the point across for me).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

N.aruto. 

See above for mention of that self insert a.katsuki kidnapping fic.

We posted it on quizilla, and it’s a shame it’s gone because it was actually fun to read from what I remember.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

.... That’s a hard decision. 

My baby is Gotham Falls, always has been. I’ve reached a difficult point on it though because I’m at a point where I’m bringing in mmm 6 new characters (B.atman villains) which I’m trying to bring in over the next 10 chapters PLUS it’s going to be with fight/action scenes probably every other chapter if not nearly every chapter - both of which are really hard for me to write. I adore it probably the most and it is easily the most I’ve worked on any fic, but it’s also my biggest challenge. (And it holds some of my oldest writing which as always can hurt to read when you’re better now, but NO way am i updating 60k of old work).

Then I love doing p.aranoid ford fics, they’re my favorite go to. Writing A Prime P.aranoid Ford fic that just flows out is one of my favorite things.

Alternatively - ITISY because it’s definitely my top 5 story concepts and one of my best executions of something wasn’t a one shot. 

I’m tagging @pinesbrosfalls, @fexalted, @novantinuum and whoever else may like to do this. Sorry if I double tagged and no pressure to do it of course.

[mallowstep]

How do you think Robinwing and Fuzzypelt's kits (Brindle, Frost, Raven and Dust, theres also Cherry and Chestnut but they're not even canon) should've turned out genetically?

i assume this was at least partially related to my rant about the worst family for genetics

but regardless, let's get into it.

now, if i really wanted to, i could conceivably argue that frostfur is a blue-eyed albino, which would allow her to be white despite her parents. it is, in fact, the only way she could be white. unfortunately, the only way brightheart can have any white is if frostfur has whitespotting, since lionheart doesn't have any white.

(and all of her siblings should have white spotting, but i digress.)

anyway.

let's start with the others.

brindleface can't be a tabby, since her parents don't show. otherwise, though, she's fine. dilute black, and she carries either chocolate or cinnamon from robinwing. depending on what robinwing's genes are.

anyway, this does change her presentation quite a lot, but yeah. since we don't know much about fuzzypelt, i can't say for sure why is his pelt is curly, but let's assume it's a form of rex, and it's a recessive one, that way i don't have to start doing a bunch of probability.

ravenpaw, again with the white. his white tail tip might be adorable, but we can't have it. sorry. otherwise, though, he should be okay.

dustpelt has the tabby problem again. he's chocolate, i assume, so that means fuzzypelt carries chocolate or cinnamon. no contradictions there, so we're all good.

so yeah! that's those three.

chestnutkit can be cinnamon, and both robinwing and fuzzypelt carry cinnamon, that works easy.

cherrypaw is fine as a tom, not as a she-cat, but that's fine. again, the same white issue as before. otherwise, tho, we're fine there.

alright, great, i'm going to do some punnet squares and roll some dice for frostfur.

i kind of want to give robin and fuzzy white, to get a chance at our beloved, but hey! you asked what they should be.

first up, 50/50 chance of tortie: i rolled tortie.

next up, we have bb1 x Bb1, which means we have four options: Bb, Bb1, bb1, b1b1. or, a 50% chance of being black, and a 25% chance of chocolate or cinnamon. i rolled black.

dilute, we know we have DdxDd for brindleface, so that's DD, Dd, Dd, dd: nondilute.

and, just to see, to give us the best possible chance at frostfur in any shape or form, let's say both her parents carry point: CcxCc (usually not written like that, but i'm being brief since the other alleles don't matter), that gives us...not point. i mean i could just deus ex machina it, but i'm not gonna do that, i'm hving fun.

so! that makes frostfur a boring, standard/default tortie.

anyway, that was just me rolling dice. if you want the closest possible frostfur, make her a dilute black with point:

considering colorpoint cats are born pure white, frostkit works for a name too! yay!

if you want to push her as white as possible, fawn point is an option, but much less likely. (about a 1% chance of happening.)

so yeah! that's "what should have happened."

since most of the cats are OK, other than tabbies and white spotting, i didn't feel the need to correct them. they're all reasonably likely, too.

[cutetinyartist]

blue, magenta, amber, grey, rose, frost, cherry, grape for the colour asks fjhsjk :D

blue: preferred type of weather?

Ooh I love the rain! I like walking in it sometimes (unless it's too heavy/intense aghfhf) but the best feeling is sitting inside with a cup of tea and listening to the rain ^w^ I like sitting outside under the shelter my dad built when it rains too tho!

I do love when it's sunny too but only if it's not too hot outside, I'm terrible at dealing with hot weather!! (It's asks like this that make me realise how much of a stereotypical Emo/Brit I am xD)

magenta: do you keep your fingernails long or short?

They're always short cus I have a bad habit of picking them when I'm stressed/anxious ^~^' I don't really like having long nails anyway but I really should stop picking at them constantly shfhfhdhdf (I usually have chipped black nail polish too)

amber: what's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

Sir YUNGBLUD my beloved

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more?

At the moment I only speak English, I vaguely remember some Spanish from when I used to learn it at school but I'd love to start learning it again! My Spanish teacher was awesome honestly, I miss her classes!!

Honestly tho learning new languages is fun so I'd be happy learning any ^^

rose: favourite scent on a person? 

I can't actually smell but this ask reminds me of how whenever I go in somewhere like Lush (or any shop that sells perfume/nice smelling things) if I'm gonna buy anything I always get my friends to smell stuff for me before I buy it!! Usually it's cus I like buying bathbombs and stuff for my mom ^^

(plus my friend Millie has a really strong sense of smell and I find it cute/funny how we're exact opposites in that regard xD)

frost: a -core you enjoy

Off the top of my head, the main ones I can think of are Scenecore and Cottagecore, kinda weird cus they're so different but they're both such good vibes! (I lowkey want Scene hair one day ngl! And cottagecore just fits so perfectly with g/t so I can't not love it ^w^)

cherry: YouTubers you enjoy watching?

I need to catch up on some of the newer series/episodes but of course I still love my Game Grumps!! I've been watching Danny Gonzalez a lot lately too (I love Drew and Kurtis too, but I watch Danny the most) and a few random art videos/channels! I really love Emily Boo's channel too, she's an Alternative/Goth Brit so of course I love them! Ooh, and Dead Meat! James' Kill Counts are one of my favourite things to watch :3

grape: how many blogs do you follow?

I follow blogs pretty often before realising they've been inactive for ages honestly xD I've had this account for about four years now I think? So I'm actually kinda surprised I don't follow more people!

Thanks for the asks Will!! ^w^ I rambled a bit too much but it was fun answering these!

[rnajorarcana]

               ❛  can’t tell if i’m really here , i think i’m leaving this body -                                              bye - ye - ye - ye - ye !

                                                        oliver oli d’angelo . 23 . pan . he/they .                                                                              angel boy .                                                                              ( bullying , toxic relationships )

✧ ˖ * ° ><> ╱  ross lynch,  genderfluid,  he/they —  look  who’s  fresh  from  the  ferry,  aren’t  you  OLIVER  “ OLI "  D'ANGELO  ?  your  eroda  brochure  says  you’re  TWENTY - THREE  and  that  you’re  currently  residing  in  MARMOTON.  your  favourite  tourist  attraction  to  hang  around  is  SEA ROCK BREWERY,  and  the  locals  around  these  ports  would  describe  you  as  SILVER  TONGUED  &  CLEVER,  RETICENT  &  INSECURE.  your  resting  fish  face  really  gives  off  SHADES  OF  BLUE  REFLECTING  THE  SEAS  &  SKIES ,  TATTOO  INK  MIXED  WITH  GLITTER ,  THE  MAGIC  IN  HIS  VEINS  &  THE  DIAMONDS  IN  HIS  BONES  and  i’m  a  big  fan  of  the  DECK OF TAROT CARDS  you  seem  to  always  be  attached  to.  well,  if  you  see  the  minister  this  morning;  make  sure  you  head  on  home  as  quick  as  possible,  you  never  know  what  bad  luck  he  could  bring.

                       i . past

there is a saying that the amount of kind people in the world is diminishing ; and given exactly what you’ve been through , my dear boy ?? you could attest to that . kind people are forged in fire & have blood leaking from their mouths , given bruised knuckles and black eyes - yet here you are .

eroda born you grow up shy & quiet , gentle & sensitive - the type of kid that is easy to befriend if you talk to him but is equally as easy to shove into a locker . you are sketchpads & soft smiles but bruised cheeks & visits to the principal’s office and you’re told boys will be boys so there isn’t much the school boards can do about your constant harassment . you’re different than them because you don’t fit into their mold ; girls like you because you don’t pull their hair or make fun of them for being girls and that makes the other ones jealous , further worsening the treatment .

all you have is you , taking solace in the two things you know - artwork & video games . you imagine yourself as a gallant hero - like the one in the zelda games - riding alone but still kind & brave , and these drawings you make consist of both the characters from your comfort and yourself as such . you bury yourself in your nintendo ds , carrying it everywhere , and maybe one day you’ll be the link to a story where there’s a courageous hero needed and you can fill that slot . of course , your interests only contribute to the fact you’re seen as high school’s punching bag . you take it .

but things get different the one day you get pushed to the ground - because high school’s like that - and your beloved drawings get torn , your ds held from your grasp like a toy held from a jumping dog . and oli d’angelo , the ‘ angel boy ’ , with red lips & cherub cheeks & puppy eyes , decides he’s had enough and clocks his assailant back . principal’s office visit again , you’re suspended , but your darling mother ( she’s all you have ; your father strolled out the door before you could know him & the woman is a bit broken from hoping he could come back after all these years ) rubs your back , takes you out for ice cream , and tells you that you did the right thing .

doesn’t feel like it , since your limits were simply pushed .

graduation , art school , new horizons . oliver d’angelo meets trevor frost , and they instantly click , and with words exchanged across library tables and eventually kisses behind bookshelves , a budding romance is formed . he’s rich ; he even offers to pay for your tuition , but you fall in love with him because he looks at you like you are everything , but you don’t realize the wool pulled over your eyes - because you’re an angel who’s naive & innocent and he’s the monster that berates you & digs at you with even the most syrupy words , then lulls you into coming back . you spend your nights crying thinking you are to blame for things he’s done to you - finding he has more bedmates than just yourself , being accused of things that aren’t your fault or your doing . . . you are broken down , piece by piece , and once more . . . there’s a day where you can no longer take it .

screaming , hellfire , a broken angel finally breaks free of his chains and runs away , even though the monster tried to clip his wings . you pack up your things and leave , and you realize that your financial support is gone , but you need to get out . 

. . . this life , it’s tested your kindness & your patience - you’ve been tossed through the wringer endlessly , and as you leave his apartment , you make a resolution that you can no longer allow yourself to be hurt . you cannot be vulnerable .

you are now oli , and oli shows up to his high school reunion with a new air of confidence . obnoxious confidence , like a party boy - but he retains his charm , words of silver leaking from his lips and charisma among a crowd enough to bring in even those who treated him unkindly in the years prior . he becomes the LIFE OF THE PARTY , but he doesn’t actually want to be there . this new persona - this arrogance , this annoying voice , this being who participates in every vice possible . . . he is nothing like the sweet & gentle boy that lies underneath . but he’s a mask , a suit of armor that you carry - so you can numb yourself over the loneliness & hurt that’s plagued you over the years .

new horizons , take two . you complete a tattoo artist apprenticeship , get your license - ship yourself off to another chapter of your life that hopefully means things will change . you’re black clothes & sunglasses & tarot cards & tattoos , silver tongues and smiles that only signal mischief . long conversations and words flying a mile a minute because your mouth is your greatest weapon . the good thing is nobody here knows you . . . even though maybe , you’d want them to - but if you do , you run the risk of getting hurt again .

oliver gets hurt , but oli is a courageous hero ( maybe ) that can go up against anything needed . . . you can be oli for now , even though that hurts just as much . 

                      ii . present

SO OLI . . . god this is my son . this is my oc i’ve written forever and god do i love him . 

so !! he’s an artist , loves to draw , paint , etc , now employed as a tattoo artist ! and . . . he’s also . got a lot of bad habits since he’s got a party boy facade to keep up and tries to make himself into someone else since , who he actually is , he’s scared to be in fear of getting hurt again . 

on the inside , he’s sweet and gentle and introvereted - he doesn’t like big social gatherings and would much rather vibe on his own or with a few close friends ( if he had friends ) than anything else . but he’s afraid , again , of being himself or being vulnerable towards anyone else because he’s seen as an easy target , and his feelings are easy to manipulate . . . 

so on the outside , he’s much different . he’s fucking annoying , to start - he’s a talker , always has something to say , and he’s very good at keeping a conversation . he’s a charmer , and paired with his big brown eyes and his award winning smile he can talk a snake out of its basket . but he also , again , maybe says too much and doesn’t have any fear or realization of consequences , and indulges himself in things like alcohol , sleeping around , loud parties , etc . because that’s the persona that keeps him guarded . and he’s gotten used to it , but he doesn’t like that this is what he’s known for . he wants people to get to know him for him but . . . this is his only option , since if he lets people inside , he gets hurt . so he just has to deal . 

he’s that person that talks so much , you think he’s oversharing when in ACTUALITY he’s telling you nothing of importance . oli is fucking smart & intelligent and he knows how to read a room , how to pick his words - all survival techniques he’s learned from navigating the world around him . he’s . . . an expert at this social stuff , even tho tbh he much rather wouldn’t be . 

some ppl want to kiss him some ppl want to kick him it be like that sometimes

he’s still nice !! he’s very nice - but maybe a bit more crass and unafraid to say shit that you wouldn’t expect anyone else to say .

but also also it’s like i said before - he is very into artwork and video games , the latter especially being his huge comfort . first is his passion , second is his comfort . oli loves games and he’s lowkey nerdy as hell , even though he’s trying to conceal some parts of himself THAT always bleeds through in some shape or form . 

he’s also extremely into witchcraft , and that’s a major part of his character as well . he likes hanging at the brewery because it’s easy to get people who want tarot readings from him , and he always keeps a sigil or a crystal or something on his person . always has a water bottle of witch tea , always enchants his clothes or items , cleans his workspace at the tat parlor he works at with moonwater - that stuff . he’s known as two things - the angel boy or the magic boy . 

o also he’s genderfluid so rly any titles are valid for him , comfy with anything . diagnosed bipolar ii & adhd bc i’m a bitch that loves to project . 

HE’S . . . HE’S A GOOD BOY . he’s just . afraid to show that he’s a good boy . he’s got a heart of gold but he’s scared that if he shows it someone else is gonna use him again .

ANYWAYS !! like this n i , light , the bastard , will message u for plots !!

[deepintoforestwego]

Invocation of Morana

A little (and bad ) poem I tried to write for Morana, slavic goddess of winter, death and darkness. Hope somebody finds it interesting, tho my poetic talents are rather slim and I don’t think i did this goddess justice.

Ay, ay Morana, lupine matron I feel your fangs upon my bones I see your claws upon my crops I hear your song in night’s wind I know you unto stark whiteness

Ay, ay, my dear Mara, you of bare world Queen of land beyond far seas Who tends those down below Your handmaidens weight on my chest My beloved kin your court has claimed

Ay, ay Marzanna, she of heavy dreams How beautiful, your crown of pale sky How bright, your jewels of sharp frost How lulling, your cloak of fine shadows How precious, your chest of harsh truths

Ay, ay Morena, goddess of frozen wastes Who turns life black and white and red Covers it with shroud like sugar How we gather to feast and dance At longest and most sacred of thy nights

Ay, ay Morana, who holds our hand When time for that final journey draws How we shall feast and dance And weep, oh yes we will weep When you go to drown deep, deep down

[all-ringils-blazing]

Tagged by @theslumberofthebeast

Ooof thanks friendo, I was terribly bored all damn day ✌

Who were you named after?: My grandmother (my mom’s mother)

Last time you cried?: Some days ago when I was thinking about my late dog.

Do you like your handwriting?: Nah in general but when I’m cautious I really appreciate it, it’s.....fine.

What is your favorite lunch meat?: Not a meat fan buuuuuuuut I prefer beef if I have to choose. I’m mostly a fish person.

Longest relationship?: Pffff 5 months? I’m not a keeper tbh I get bored easily or may I haven’t met someone worthy? Dunno.

Do you still have your tonsils?: Yep

Do you bungee jump?: Oooooh hohohohoho no fuckin way, fckin heights is one of my biggest fears!

What is your favorite kind of cereal?: I love cereal so much and that’s the reason I never buy and doesn’t let my mom bring some home cause I’m capable of eating the whole damn box in a day I swear. I can eat anything really. As a kid tho I loved those honey rings (Cheerios right?) and now I can go even with the classic sugarless.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: Yes?

Do you think you’re strong willed?: Something between yes and no. .

Favorite Ice Cream?: Vanilla. Just plain vanilla and I’m fine.

What is the first thing you notice about a person?: Hair and outfit I guess.

Football or baseball?: None. Not into sports.

Favorite donut?: Just the simple donuts with the chocolate filling.

What are you listening to?:  Les deux Guitares -  Opa Tsupa

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?: Brown?

What is your favorite smell?: Freshly baked cookies and cakes and coconut.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?: My friend Theodore.

Hair color?: My natural is light brown but I have been dying it black since my 15 years.

Eye color?: Light brown.

Favorite food to eat?: Mom’s spinach pie and pasta.

Scary movies or happy ending?: Happy endings.

Last movie you watched in a theater?: Bohemian Rhapsody, yeah I know. I just never go to the cinema I think it’s a waste of money.

What color shirt are you wearing?: Black

Favorite holiday?: Christmas

Beer or wine?: OH YOU SATAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😱😱😱 I don’t know it depends on my mood? Like I’m mostly a wine person if I choose to have a drink alone it will always be wine maybe because we always have wine bottles at home. Beer is mainly a company drink for me but in hot hot summer nights I always crave a cold glass of beer all by myself aaaaaaaaah ❤

Night owl or morning person?: I prefer mornings but I’m a night owl damn.

Favorite day of the week?: Friday

Favorite animal?: Doggos❤

Do you have a pet?: My little dog girl, Freya❤ I had my beloved Leo too but he passed away last year. I still love him and I will always do❤

Where would you like to travel?: Oooof so many places! Ireland again and again, Scotland, Iceland, Faroe Islands, Switzerland mostly. 

Tagging time !!!

@the-white-frost @horrorcandyshop @mochibat @punk-courtesan @awkwardalbatros @emperor-draygon @wholelottatiffy @underworld-priest @ace-bi-says-hi @killinguwithumbrellas @bloodyskullsbeautifulflowers

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

Tagged by the immensely talented @chillyravenart ♥

1. Which Westerosi castle would you like to live in?

Greywater Watch is the perfect place for a hermit like me, though the humidity might be a problem. I much prefer the weather at Winterfell, as well as the rich history and the creepy secrets just waiting to be uncovered both above and below ground (And that godswood tho!)

2. Would you rather be a rich and influential lord, born into wealth and privilege or would you rather be someone who wields power from the sidelines, like Littlefinger?

Almost all of my favorite characters are the ones who weren't born into privilege, so - someone on the sidelines. Littlefinger would probably be one of my favorite characters if he had a better motivation and weren't just a jilted man rebelling against perceived entitlement. 🙄

3. Pick one: platinum hair or purple eyes?

Purple eyes! (I have really thick hair so it gets EVERYWHERE. I mean literally everywhere. All of my clothes are dark or black, sooo I'll keep the dark hair, thanks :P)

4. Based on a tag I made once, based on your physical features, which part of Westeros/which house do you belong to?

Oooh, I remember that tag! I basically look like a female Ned Stark with glasses and longer hair (mousy brunette with dull grey eyes). Sooo... gonna say House Stark. (Also I can't handle heat at all)

5. Who do you think will actually defeat the Night King?

Sam the Slayer, baby! Howland Reed style (Though I hope he's not defeated!)

6. Three people you think will die in season 8?

I'll go with my most controversial picks: Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow (but don't worry - he always comes back!)

7. What would you name your dragon/direwolf?

Since I'm a Stark, I'll do direwolf. Maybe "Ice" in honor of their ancestral sword, or something wintry, like Shiver or Frost. ❄️

8. How must Ser Pounce be avenged?

Anyone who harms a cat will have to face a trial by combat and my champion is WILDFIRE!

9. Whose POV chapters are your favorite?

For most of the series, probably Arya or Jon. But it's only after becoming a theorist that I really took on an all-new appreciation for Bran & Sam chapters.

10. Your favorite ASOIAF/GOT antagonist?

Tywin is one of the vilest men in fiction - and Charles Dance brings him to life perfectly - it's that charm that helped make him so dangerous. Similarly, Cersei is a fucking force to be reckoned with and one of my favorite on-screen villains ever. Lastly, I just love to hate Viserys and Joffrey for being sniveling entitled twats - and I must admit - I mourned both of their deaths.

Aaaand here are my questions for my tagees:

@got-addict @ktwrites @thebronzefury @toaquiprashippar @notpmahlem @geekyfeminist-love @tatticstudio55 @xxthewolvenstormxx @minmeemaw @adecila @callmedewitt @forest-lass @nedstarksamx-40 @revansnow @bendthekneejon & @opensky7 ♥  (I’m tagging a ton of people in shit lately, I know... fill these out only if they interest you!)

1. Are there any beloved characters that you just can't bring yourself to trust?

2. If you lived in Westeros, which god(s) do you think you'd follow?

3. What's your favorite "tinfoil" theory?

4. Would you rather join the Kingsguard or the Night's Watch?

5. Do you trust the word and accuracy of the maesters?

6. Which historical event do you wish you could know the truth of?

7. Boldest prediction for season 8?

8. Would you rather grab some ale with Tormund or Bronn?

9. Favorite House words?

10. Post a gif of your favorite character.

[xumoonhao]

1 19 and 27 too

the sequel to your asks 💖

rosehip tea: which book did you love when you were younger?

hm...im not sure if i had one specific book that i loved, but i really loved fantasy fiction books, and like...literally anything to do with prehistoric times and dinosaurs, but those were non-fiction c: my fav animal when i was younger was actually the saber-toothed tiger!!! imagine how sad a 7 year old me was when i found out they were extinct 😔 im pretty sure i cried

turkish tea: what is your favourite cake?

either black forest or chocolate cake with raspberry!!! i love chocolate & fruit together but those two are definitely my favourite kinds, plus i dont like any kind of buttercream or frosting, and those dont usually have either so thats even better for me ^-^

kombucha: what do you order on a pizza?

i usually need to order a premade pizza kdjgfn but if i ever do get to make my own order i remove the pizza sauce and switch it for a white sauce (panago jalapeno white sauce my BELOVED <<<333), and i usually get it w/chicken, bacon (if it isnt extra 😒), black olives, and sometimes tomatoes 😌 if not tho im fine with pepperoni!!!

[bughead-fic-request]

if you take fic requests could you maybe do a bughead one with betty getting hurt and jug being super cute and protective of her idk love ur blog tho

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Summary: After Betty’s dog dies Jughead throws a get together to make her feel better. 

Words: 1,256

Warning: Mention of cruelty to animals, hurt, comfort, fluff. 

A/N: I’m not a fan of traditional hurt/comfort fics in the vain of someone is physically hurt or attacked and the other takes care of them. So this is my take on the hurt fic. This is also some therapy considering I just lost a dog, at least I can make something cute out of it. The story of how Betty finds her dog is a real story based on how my mom found her childhood dog. 

I edited this myself so there is most likely errors. 

Betty Cooper looked at herself in the mirror and frowned at her appearance. Her eyes were swollen and bleary and her nose red and raw. She had been crying non-stop for nearly a week and she wondered if it was ever going to stop.

The door opened and she looked up in the mirror. She tried to smile when her boyfriend, Jughead Jones, came in. He was dressed in a suit that he borrowed from Archie Andrews and didn’t quiet fit. He wasn’t wearing his signature beanie that day, he had brushed his hair back to match his current attire.

“You look nice.” He walked towards her and placed a lingering kiss at her hairline.

Betty smoothed out her black dress. It was pleated, fell just above the knee, had long sleeves and a high neckline. “Yeah, I’m sure I look gorgeous.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, grabbing a kleenex from her bedside table and blowing her nose for what felt like the millionth time that week.

“Everything’s ready downstairs.” Jughead told her pulling her in for a hug, softly rubbing her back.

“You don’t think its stupid we’re doing this?” Betty asked trying to fight back tears. She didn’t know she would have this many to shed. “I mean a wake for my dog?”

“Absolutely not, we all need to have closure and if this is how you get yours then this is exactly what you should be doing.” Jughead reassured stepping away and grabbing her hand. “Let’s go.”

Betty followed Jughead downstairs and she stopped at the bottom in shock. It was only supposed to be a small get together but there was easily fifty people in her house. In addition to all the people there was about twenty-five dogs running around and hovering around the tables filled with food.

“Jug?” Betty said, bring her hand to her lips and tears filling her eyes. “What is this?” She asked.

“You said you wanted a way to celebrate Coco’s life and lay her to rest so I made that happen.” Jughead smiled and showed her the front room which had a large photo of her beloved golden retriever on an easel next to her urn.

He led her to the other room to where the food was. There was delicious looking finger food and desserts laid out and on a smaller table there were plates of bone shaped cookies and smaller cakes. People were feeding them to very happy dogs.

“What are these?” Betty asked picking one of the cookies up, smelling it.

“I had Veronica go pick up treats for the dogs. There is a bakery in Boston that specialize in baked goods for dogs.” Jughead placed his hand on the small of her back.

“Oh my god, Jug!” She said with a little bit of a laugh.

“The dogs were her friend too. It seemed unfair to exclude them. I also like dogs more than most people.” He added with a chuckle.

“Why are there so many people here?” Betty asked spotting Cheryl, Reggie and Veronica talking in a corner drinking from cups with bones on them. “Did you force them to come?”

“You weren’t the only one who loved Coco.” He smiled and went to greet Josie, Melody and Valerie who had just entered.

Archie came around the corner with red eyes and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about Coco, she was the best dog.” He tightened his arms around her.

“Thank you for coming, Arch.” She said as he let her go.

“Do you remember how she would play hide and go seek with us in the woods when we were kids?” He smiled fondly.

“Yeah and she would smother you with kisses when she found you.” She smiled and sighed. “There will never be another one like her.”

“No there won’t.” Archie sniffled. “If you need anything just let me know.” He squeezed her shoulder and disappeared into the crowd.

Betty started greeting her guests, thanking everyone for coming and introducing herself to every dog at the party. Betty found herself laughing for the first time in days and being with her friends and loved ones lifted her spirits.

Her eyes kept finding Jughead’s. She didn’t know what she did to deserve such a wonderful boyfriend. He hated socializing, he hated being at parties and he had done just that for her.

He excused himself from Betty’s other neighbour, Mrs. Fava, and walked over to her. “How are you doing?” He asked.

Betty smiled. “Really well, I’m feeling a lot better.”

“Do you want to say anything? You don’t have to, I just know people would love to hear you talk about Coco.” She smiled supportively.

Betty looked away from him and nodded. “Yeah, I probably should.” She walked over to stand by the picture of Coco and Jughead started clinking the side of a glass. Everyone quieted down and looked at Betty.

“Hi everyone, thanks for coming.” She started, wringing her hands together, suddenly nervous. “Coco was the best dog. I found her when I was four. Some mean older kids were trying to drown her and I saved her. After a bath and a lot of convincing, my parents let us keep her. She was there to play, for every laugh and for every tear and I loved her so much.” One tear ran down her cheek. “I was so sad because I had lost a friend that loved me unconditionally and it’s so comforting and heartwarming to see you all here.” Her voice quivered. “Even though I lost one friend I know I have so many other amazing ones who are still here to support me. So, please eat some food, have a good time and pet a dog cause it’s the best.”

Everyone clapped and went back to socializing.

Jughead had a cupcake for her when he approached him. “That was great Bets. Short and sweet just like you.”

“Thanks Jug.” She blushed, wiping under her eyes before taking the cupcake. “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” Betty said taking a bite.

“What can I say, arranging dog funerals is my calling.” Jughead smiled pulling Betty to him. “But keeping you happy,” he said, wiping frosting from her nose, “is the only thing I care about.”

Betty smiled warmly and looked into his striking green eyes. “I love you so much.” She angled her face upward to kiss him.

Jughead leaned down and placed a soft tender kiss on her lips. “I love you too.” He smiled. “And maybe, in the fall, when we go away to school we can get a dog of our own.” He shrugged like he had put no thought into it.

“Really, you would want to do that?” She asked with surprise.

“Yeah we could get a dachshund and name it General Von Long Body.” He suggested.

“Or a Scottish Terrier named Max.” She countered.

“Or a puggle and name it Casanova Frankenstein.”

Betty grinned and narrowed her eyes at him. “You don’t get to name our kids, okay?”

Jughead laughed. “At least let me have the middle name. John Hieronymus Jones has a nice ring to it.”

Betty took what was left of her cupcake and offered it to him. He took a bite. “No.” She replied with a sweet smile and went to speak to her guests.

Jughead chewed, watching her go, taking comfort in knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with his soulmate.

[all-ringils-blazing]

Tag Games

I was tagged by my beloved @arnoediad in 2 tag games, wow thank you darling! ❤ This is the first one:

**RULES: Answer 21 questions  theres only 15, but whatever and then tag 21 people

Not gonna tag 21 people though I have a life guys who am I kidding I spend my free time in this site I just own a very lazy ass✌

Nicknames: Loutsos, Lou, Loulou, Luigi yeah I know

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 173 cm

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Last thing googled: Candlemass Grammys 2020 

Do you get asks: No

Amount of sleep: 5 hours that bitch is gonna die

Lucky number: I always believed that my lucky number is my big brother’s day of birth or his year of birth etc but I just dont think so nah

What are you wearing: Pfff pervert.... Anyways, black sweater, gray leggings. I didnt leave my house today so I didnt dress up, just wearing house clothes.

Dream trip: Ireland❤ Yeah yeah I went to Ireland last year and it was a dream coming true. But obviously it wasnt enough, I need more. I wanna see everything in this enchanting beauty of a country aaaah😍 Also Scotland, Switzerland and Faroe Islands are some dreamy destinations too and yes I will go soon, nobody is gonna stop me, Ireland was only the beginning.  

Instruments: Classic guitar, not something great though but I’m trying Susan!

Languages: Greek, English, just a little bit of German who am I kidding once again lol I have forgotten anything German that was inside my head 9 years ago

Favorite Song(s): The 100th time I say it obviously I have not a specific fav song, it always depends on my mood and period of time. For example, lately I’m busy adoring Ozzy’s new song Under the Graveyard and this song from this band that I discovered recently, Wind Rose with Diggy Diggy Hole lol aren’t they the coolest? And obviously as a blues/jazz shitty fan I can’t stop listening to this masterpiece, I’m Gonna Love You by Fred James. And how can I forget the new Candlemass album and the song Astorolus-The Great Octopus? My sweet boys didn’t win that Grammy but who cares I love you guys !!! 😭 Oh yeah and the Witcher series osts like the kinky Yennefer’s Orgy Theme, Ragamuffin hmmmmm 😏 no seriously it helps me with studying heh. Also I have fallen in love with a Greek hard rock band which I enjoyed live one month ago, Noely Rayn. They have lovely songs, they give me so many feelings. Also released their 2nd album months ago. Some songs I deeply love are Remember Our Midnight,  Try to Survive and Bleeding from their new album. There are more but I have to shut up now I can talk about music till the world ends ok. (This answer kind of sums up that song game you adorable fucker @underworld-priest tagged me some days ago)

Random fact: Ehm I don’t know maybe that I chew my tongue like a gum when I am super dedicated to something I’m doing? It’s a creepy thing I didn’t realize until my 15 years when a friend asked me why I do that while we were solving some maths together.

Aesthetic: Uuum....Tho being a metalhead I was never into goth or extremely deadly dark side style/ aesthetic etc but Im more of a classic 80s rocker/metalhead aesthetic fan, generally a vintage and jazzy one. Magical as hell.   

And here is the 2nd one:

I have to answer with 3 random facts about me. Okeeeeey soooooo

1. My hair is the only thing of my appearance  that I always want to be on point like I never leave the house with bad hair and if it is (what can we do) a bad hair day I feel very fuckin uncomfortable all day.

2. Ehm I hate changes, Im a person that needs time to adjust and get used to a new situation so yeah I hate them.

3. Ehhhhh......Isara by Eluveitie always reminds me of my brother. 

Ooooof it’s really hard searching for facts about yourself no kidding here.

Behold peasants! Tags are coming! Gonna tag some new people too. Hello new neighbors !

@fresno-nightcrawler @the-white-frost @huffleppuffs @emptyskulls @emperor-draygon @theslumberofthebeast @mark0fcourage (Mate I adore your creepy clown avatar lol) @goatmars @princeimrahils @al-capwned @wholelottatiffy @underworld-priest @the-music-dork @ace-bi-says-hi @silent-calling @mochibat @harmonicstupidity @kittyinhighheels @killinguwithumbrellas @marias-wonderland @punk-courtesan @sophisticatedfangirling 

Omg look at all these tags I made it !!! I don’t have a life in the end.