#glisten fictive

[endure-and-surv1ve]

me and my sister :3 -Glisten

[glistening-r0ses]

very cutesy very glam <3

[goobert-ploobert]

Glisten Stimboard!!

@glistening-r0ses

[innerexpanse]

i swear to fucking god. no. no GET OUT OF MY HEAD WHAT IS HAPPENING

[novalite-stars]

-Our Intros-

Astro Novalite / Mathias

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; He/They/Moon

〚🌌〛Age ; Ageless

〚🌌〛Labels; astrology xenogenders and neopronouns, demi aromantic, gay

〚🌌〛Terms ; Masculine, Neutral, Object

〚🌌〛Role ; soother

〚🌌〛Species ; celestial

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; Helios

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; 🌘

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; Yes

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; Sure

〚🌟〛Doubles ; Sure

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; Ask

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; okay

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; ask

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; Okay,

〚🌠〛Petnames ; ask

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Goobert/Goob

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; He/She/Any/They

〚🌌〛Age ; Ageless adult

〚🌌〛Labels; craft and dog xenogenders

〚🌌〛Terms ; Any

〚🌌〛Role ; Regressor

〚🌌〛Species ; Toon, Dogboy

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; N/A

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; -goob

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; Yes

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; Yes

〚🌟〛Doubles ; Yes

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; Yes

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; sure

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; ask!

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; Yes

〚🌠〛Petnames ; sure

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Glisten

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; He/She/Shimmer/Any

〚🌌〛Age ; Adult

〚🌌〛Labels; Trans masc pansexual polyamorus, pink and sparkly xenogenders

〚🌌〛Terms ; Any

〚🌌〛Role ; Caregiver (specifically goobs <3)

〚🌌〛Species ; Toon

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; N/A

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; 🪞✨

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; Yes

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; Sure

〚🌟〛Doubles ; Sure

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; Ask

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; sure

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; ask

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; ask

〚🌠〛Petnames ; sure

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Shrimpo

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; He/They

〚🌌〛Age ; None

〚🌌〛Labels; Demi Aroace

〚🌌〛Terms ; Masculine

〚🌌〛Role ; Anger holder

〚🌌〛Species ; Toon, shrimp

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; N/A

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; 🦐💢

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; Okay

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; fine

〚🌟〛Doubles ; fine

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; ask, no

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; no

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; no

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; ask

〚🌠〛Petnames ; no

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Gigi

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; She/He/Xe/They

〚🌌〛Age ; Ageless teen

〚🌌〛Labels; gacha xenogenders, xenogenders, transmasc genderfluid, pansexual

〚🌌〛Terms ; Any

〚🌌〛Role ; ??

〚🌌〛Species ; Toon

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; N/A

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; -gigi

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; Yea

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; yea

〚🌟〛Doubles ; ok

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; sure

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; yea

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; oooh >:3

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; sure!

〚🌠〛Petnames ; idk

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Cosmo

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; he/they/xe

〚🌌〛Age ; adult

〚🌌〛Labels; cooking xenogenders

〚🌌〛Terms ; masculine

〚🌌〛Role ; ??

〚🌌〛Species ; toon, dog

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; N/A

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; 🍫

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; yea

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; sure

〚🌟〛Doubles ; sure

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; okay

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; yea?

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; sure? idk

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; ok

〚🌠〛Petnames ; ok

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Sprout Seedly

General Info

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〚🌌〛Pronouns ; He/Xe

〚🌌〛Age ; Adult

〚🌌〛Labels; Demiboy, queer, open to polyamory :)

〚🌌〛Terms ; Masculine and neutral

〚🌌〛Role ; ??

〚🌌〛Species ; Toon, strawberry

〚🌌〛Subsystem ; N/A

〚🌌〛Poxy/Sign off; 🍓

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Introject Info

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〚🌟〛Source ; Dandys world

〚🌟〛Sourcemates ; Okay :D

〚🌟〛Source Talk ; sure

〚🌟〛Doubles ; ok

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Boundaries

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〚🌠〛Touch ; sure

〚🌠〛Flirting /p ; okay

〚🌠〛Flirting /r ; okay..?

〚🌠〛Nicknames ; yea!

〚🌠〛Petnames ; sure

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this but ignore the headcannons and stuff ^^

Goob and Glisten both have their own personal blogs, but this is goign to be Astro, and all of our dandys world fictives blog! because we have a concerning amount now and im getting over it at this point hwy are there so many of us uuuugghhhhhhhhhhh

G's blog- @glistening-r0ses

Goobs blog- @goobert-ploobert

[dandy-world]

Hi? Hello, if you're seeing this you've stumbled into our blog!

This is a shared blog for the Dandy's World fictives of the 🎼🎨 system, there's a few of us here... Feel free to follow or send asks if you want, I guess..? Any of us with tags are always okay to answer questions about our memories...! You can ask the others, but I don't think you'll get answers... At least not direct ones? I might be able to carry answers...

We're not roleplaying, though! Please don't treat us like we are! Me, Cosmo, He/him pronouns. I think I'm going to be the one mainly using this...? My tag is #🍰| Cosmo...

Glisten, also he/him pronouns. Formerly Twisted, but I'm doing a bit better now. My glass hasn't fixed itself, unfortunately. I've made myself a tag, #✨| Glisten. I wrote my own information, if that wasn't obvious.

Shelly! She/her, but I think I want to look for fossil neopronouns too? My tag is #🦖| Shelly Fossilian!

Goob, he/him pronouns but I think he's testing out they and it?

Astro, he/star pronouns. I have a separate blog at @astro-novalite now.

Dandy, he/him pronouns. He probably won't talk much either, but mostly because Astro keeps throwing him out of front... I don't think Astro's a gatekeeper, either! He just keeps throwing Dandy...

Oh, right and... Other fictives we HAVE but that might not post here include Shrimpo and Scraps...!

[glistening-r0ses]

sigh.. its true

glisten!! // dandy's world

[a-decaying-nightlight]

fuck you, preston has npd bc i fucking said so

[the-sparkling-mirror]

Glisten, do you plan on participating for halloween?

If so, Will you dress up?

Also, are you Trick-Or-Treating, or handing out candy?

If youre trick or treating, who will you visit?

I usually dress up, but this year I don’t really have access to much. Might put a dress on and call it a princess.

And I usually hand out the candy, especially for Toodles. I give her extra because she deserves good things.

[muddyorbsblr]

relinquish the crown: a special treat

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: Season 3, happy & married era

Summary: You had a special surprise planned for your husband on the morning of his birthday, but Loki had other plans

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 464

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers don't even--); cunnilingus; themes of incest (he's adopted but still) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: not much, really…

Dick-tionary: approach the entire piece with caution

Dawn had just begun to break through the night sky in Asgard when you woke, contentment washing over you as you saw the peaceful silhouette of Loki's features. "Happy Birthday, husband," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his bare chest, just above his heart.

Much as you wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms just for a while longer, you reluctantly made a motion to remove yourself from his embrace. However you didn't make much progress, getting pulled back into his arms straight away, a little smirk playing at his mouth.

"And just where do you think you're going at such an early hour, little Princess?" he queried, the gravelly tone of his voice already making you squirm from the wetness pooling between your legs.

"The kitchens," you answered him truthfully. "I've asked the staff to prepare a special treat for you today and I wish to be there. Ensure that everything will turn out as I instructed."

"Hmmm…how solicitous of you, my love," he said softly, fingertips tantalizingly tracing along the length of your spine.

As more light began to fill the room, your stomach fluttered at the sight of his devilish grin as his eyes met yours. Before you could utter another word, a loud yelp slipped from your lips as he tightened his hold on you and effortlessly flipped you onto your back, sinfully large hands pinning your hips to the mattress. The sight of him looking down at you lustfully, locks of his long ebony hair hanging down and framing his face, quickly turned you into a dripping mess.

"However, you do not need to put forth any additional efforts to make this day special," he told you, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips, playfully nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. "I am perfectly, blissfully happy. My life has been complete since the day you told me you returned my love."

He kissed his way down your body, smiling against your skin when you began to squirm under him when he made his way to your navel. You uttered his name in a breathy moan, wordlessly pleading for more.

"The only treat that I intend to indulge in is right here," he rasped, groaning into your skin when he kissed the back of your knee before parting your legs. "Ohh my darling wife…" His eyes flickered to your face, his features dark with salacious intent, before returning to your glistening entrance. "Always so ready for me."

Your moans filled your bedchambers as he placed your thighs on his shoulders, mercilessly feasting on you and bringing you to orgasm over and over again.

Needless to say neither of you managed to make your way out of bed until you were called to breakfast.

A/N: Ohh hey there 😳👀 So my thots went someplace and decided to make this drabble for Loki's birthday. I haven't written smut in so long, so please be kind I bruise easily in these trying times 🫠

'everything' taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th  @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokidokieokie @lunarnights95 @superficialdomina @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog @peaky-marvel @lokiified @tom-hlover @dryyoursaltyoceantears @herdetectivetheorist @alexakeyloveloki @lulubelle814

[endure-and-surv1ve]

these gals!! i remember Shelly being tiny next to Vee, it was lowkey funny icl

no this is not shellvision pls stfu, it'll be tagged as it so more people see it tho

-Glisten

[joyful-enchantress]

Jól Never Be Alone | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: Hello! Enjoy this festive oneshot that I wrote as a gift for @smolvenger for this Secret Santa event facilitated by @fictive-sl0th. I took inspiration from a request submitted by @smolvenger and also from the Old Norse jól (pronounced yule), a midwinter festival which celebrated the passing of the longest days of winter, and fertility in the coming year. Happy Holidays!

Genre/Warnings: Arranged marriage, mild angst in the beginning (with a happy ending, I promise!), hurt/comfort, fluff, thirst, pining, smutty thoughts, language

Word Count: 3k

Three damn days.

That’s it. That’s all the time you had to pull yourself together.

To clean up the mess that you’d become these past weeks and be what the people of Asgard expected you to be. Needed you to be.

The shining star of the upcoming jól feast. You were to be the gem of the midwinter celebration as their newest princess.

That is, after all, what you were. You were married into the Asgardian royal family just over a month ago, joined in holy matrimony with Odin’s youngest son. The dark prince. Loki. A man — no, a god — that, for centuries now, had maidens everywhere falling over themselves just for the chance to spend a night warming his bed. How lucky you were to be his wife, right?

Though it wasn’t exactly a love match. Your marriage had been arranged by those that claimed more of a say in your lives than either of you did. Loki’s father and your own had devised a scheme — years in the making — in which you’d become Loki’s wife to strengthen the alliance between Asgard and your home realm, Vanaheim.

Yes, unfortunately, your love story felt less like a romance and more like a political drama.

It certainly didn't help that Loki has been cold and distant since the betrothal. He was always keeping to his own side of your shared living quarters, the physical walls between you serving as a constant reminder of the figurative one that loomed —towering and unsurmountable — between you. Short, clipped greetings are all that fell from his lips to welcome or acknowledge you when your paths did cross. Roommates with fancy titles... that's all you were. The dark, handsome prince, your husband, was never disrespectful — far from it, actually — but he never showed any true interest in you beyond what has been required during public appearances.

You couldn't blame him, not really. This couldn't possibly be what he had hoped for, when he would daydream about his own future. Trapped in a loveless marriage with you, likely feeling like little more than a pawn in his father's political chess games. No, it was no wonder why he kept his distance as much as the nature of your entanglement allowed.

There was a time, not so long ago, when you had allowed yourself to dream of a future where you sat beside Loki, as his wife. But not this way. Not like this.

Since childhood, you'd had a crush on the younger prince. Once you were old enough to accompany your father on his delegations to Asgard, where he'd speak on behalf of the Vanir at the council meetings, he was sure to bring you along. In hindsight, you realized, he only brought you with him so that you could become acquainted with Asgard before he secured your place there, within the royal court. But oh, how you looked forward to those trips! And a certain mischievous god was to blame...

Loki caught your eye the very first time you met him. How could he not? With those sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that you swore were sharp enough to slice through your dignity. The silky curtains of raven curls that framed his stupidly handsome face, always looking absolutely perfect, no matter how unkempt and mussed they were. Then there were his eyes, glistening like two polished emeralds against the alabaster planes of his face. You had frequently wondered what it might be like to lock eyes with him during the throes of a passionate night of lovemaking... meeting his gaze as you're writhing in the sheets underneath his lean, sculpted body, appreciating the length of him — of his neck, his limbs, his cock as he buries himself inside you.

Perhaps it was foolish, but you spent those years pining for him from afar, dreaming of what could possibly be someday. Sure, you spent time with him during your visits, enjoying strolls together through the gardens or his personal library, sharing details of your lives and bonding over your joint love of books. He definitely wasn't a stranger to you. In fact, you’d say you knew him well. But you never made your romantic feelings for him known; you never hinted at the desire that scorched through your veins like an untamed fire every time he was near.

You'd tell him someday, you'd tell yourself. You would tell Loki your feelings and with any luck he'd be yours... and it was that thought, that hope, that fueled your daydreams and pushed you through until your next visit to Asgard.

But before you ever got the chance to share the true nature of your feelings with Loki, you were both called into the throne room where your fathers informed you of the arrangements that had been made. You were to be married. In three fortnights.

And your dreams of a fairytale romance with the handsome prince were thwarted in an instant. You wanted him, but not like this. You wanted something real... you wanted Loki to want you.

Now you were homesick and, during a time when you should be feeling surrounded by love and holiday cheer, you had never felt more alone.

Jól was in three days. And the midwinter festival was supposed to be magnificent — a giant feast honoring the gods Odin and Freyr and celebrating a hope for peace, sunshine, and fertility in the coming year. Your place of honor at the celebrations was especially anticipated, not only because you were Asgard's newest princess, but because you were from Vanaheim — you were Vanir, same as Freyr. And, you were one of his descendants; his granddaughter, in fact. Yes — Loki was Odin’s son and you were Freyr’s granddaughter. Your union was a jóltide dream. The people of Asgard were abuzz with excitement, chattering about how special this year’s festivities would be… thanks to you.

You and Loki had been seen in public before, of course. You had endured your wedding and the celebrations that followed and managed fairly well. But that was a formal affair; beyond a few pecks on the lips throughout the day's festivities, you could go through the motions with little more than the occasional formal dance required, as far as physical contact.

The expectations at the jól festival were entirely different. It was to be a wild and sensual affair, with you and Loki performing a dance as the centerpiece of the fertility celebrations. This dance... the sensuality was not something that could easily be fabricated. You couldn't just go through the motions. The two of you would be chest to chest, eyes locked in a passionate stare, hands roaming and exploring each other's bodies. Your performance was meant to inspire not only yourselves, but all in attendance to go forth from the feast and be fruitful.

The thought twisted your stomach in knots and made your heart ache. How were you supposed to make it convincing? And if you did give in to the burning desire you had for Loki to put on the show that the people of Asgard were expecting, how were you supposed to protect your heart? Knowing that it wasn't the same for Loki; it wasn't real for him, too...

You had been training for this dance with an instructor for two weeks now, learning the basic steps. Having grown up in the royal court here, Loki was already familiar with the dance, so he didn't require the same training. But now it was time for rehearsals to begin. With only three days until the festival, you had to practice the dance with your actual performance partner... with Loki. You had to get a feel for each other during the dance; see where it felt natural to add in those caresses of your nose on his cheek, his fans of hot breath on your neck, the wandering touches on each other's bodies that linger just a whisper too long...

And your first rehearsal was in two hours.

You needed to get some air.

As you step outside, the frigid air engulfs you and steals your breath away. It’s a welcome feeling — a cleansing feeling. And it’s exactly what you need to clear your head and collect yourself before this dreaded rehearsal. You make a beeline for the palace gardens without much of a thought, your usual walking route essentially muscle memory at this point.

Your footsteps were nearly silent on the fresh-fallen snow that blanketed the path beneath your feet as you strolled throughout the garden, admiring the pops of color provided by the hardy winter flowers and berries that were currently growing there. As you approached the crocuses, you stopped to appreciate their bright purple blooms and the way the snow clung to the delicate petals.

Despite the harshness of the current environment, the flowers were thriving, refusing to let the cold and the ice dampen their beauty and light. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you resolved to do the same. You wouldn’t let your situation dampen your own light any longer.

“Darling…?” A familiar voice sounded from just behind you, seemingly out of nowhere. The snow must have muffled the sound of Loki’s approach.

What was he doing here?

“Oh, hello, Loki! You startled me; I didn’t expect to run into you out here.”

You quickly made to wipe the tear from your cheek as you turned to face him, but you weren’t quite fast enough; nothing got past Loki’s sharp gaze.

“So sorry to alarm you, I just came to the garden for some calm and quiet. The bustling in the palace as everyone prepares for the festival can get overwhelming.” He paused for just a moment, his brow creasing ever so slightly as if considering whether to continue before asking, “Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”

Yes. So many things, you have no idea.

“I’m alright, Loki. I… I think the frigid air is just making my eyes water.” You managed a weak smile as you lied to your husband.

His eyes softened at your words; they beheld more warmth than you’d seen from him since before your forced betrothal.

“You know, Y/N… I know this hasn’t been easy. On either of us. But it doesn’t have to be this way between us forever. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me just because you don’t… just because we’re not…”

He struggled to find the right words to finish the sentence, but the implication was a shard of ice to your heart.

“What I’m trying to say is that you can talk to me. Ours may not be a marriage of love, but it still is a partnership. I can tell that something is wrong, that something has been wrong since our fathers broke the news of our arrangement to us. It was like, at that very moment, the light inside you was snuffed out. The woman that walked out of the throne room that day was not the same woman that entered. You’ve been a shell of yourself ever since you learned that you’d been sentenced to spend your life with me. And I’ve tried to give you space… to give you time. I didn’t want to pressure you, or suffocate you, so I’ve kept my distance. Waiting for you to be ready to speak to me again; perhaps even to spend time together again, enjoying our shared interests. But it has been more than 10 weeks now and I don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. Talk to me, please. I… I miss what we were before that day in the throne room.”

You blinked at him, flabbergasted. At a loss for words.

Set aside the sheer wonder of the sight before you: the tall frame, hung with lean muscles that strained against the fabric of the emerald tunic he was wearing. A note of gratitude crossed your mind that his Jotun ancestry allowed him to forgo any bulky outerwear to protect him from the elements, so you could enjoy this view, unobstructed. Even the way the snow clung to his dark, luscious locks and reflected the garden lights like a glittering crown had him looking every bit the winter king.

This man — this god — missed you. He mistook your heartbreak for… disgust.

As if you could ever find any part of him disgusting.

“Loki, I…” Your eyes darted frantically, looking everywhere but at him. Searching the winter blooms, the snow-covered tree branches, the festive garden decorations for a sign… for a whisper of encouragement. A murmur of reassurance. Was this it? Was this your moment?

When you finally met his gaze again, you saw nothing there but patience. Kindness. But also… longing?

“I love you.” You blurted it out, pushing the words from your lips before you could change your mind.

Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears; you actually said it. Nervousness enveloped your body like fresh steam, causing you to sweat despite the cold temperature.

“You…what?”

To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. It was clearly the last thing he expected you to say.

“I love you, Loki. I have for a while now.”

“Then why —?”

“Because I was heartbroken. Shattered. You’re right, Loki, the light inside me was snuffed out that day. Extinguished in an instant. But not because I was appalled or disgusted at the thought of spending forever with you. On the contrary, I had been dreaming of that very notion for years…”

You saw his eyes widen and his breath hitch before you continued.

“The light went out because I lost the hope that carried me forward; I never got to tell you how I truly felt about you — how much I cared about you…how much I wanted you.”

His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly at hearing you confess your desire for him.

You swallowed your own budding lust and pushed forward. “And so the delicate and, perhaps, foolish hope that we might have something real someday crumbled. Then, when I saw how much you withdrew from me, I… I was sure you had no interest in me. And that broke my heart even further, Loki, to know that you didn’t feel the same way about me and yet, we were trapped together in this marriage. I’ve never felt more alone than I have these past 10 weeks.”

“Darling…” he sighed as he closed the distance between you, reaching out his fingertips to softly caress the side of your face before brushing them under your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

The small gesture stole your breath away. It was the first physical contact you had with Loki since the wedding, and certainly more intimate than any touches you had ever shared. This wasn’t a public appearance; there was no audience. There was only him. And you. And the hammering of your heart.

“It appears that we have both been foolish.” A smile slowly crept across his lips as he muttered, “a pair of hopeless, lovesick fools.”

By now the smile had wholly taken root and a full grin had bloomed on his face, casting a light there that you hadn’t seen in months.

Oh, how you missed that smile.

“Loki…” you gasped. “Are — are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I love you too, wife.”

You couldn’t think straight. You could barely breathe. You had to be dreaming.

Loki could tell that words were beyond you, so he just continued.

“I’ve adored you for years, Y/N. Admired you in secret like an adolescent with an unattainable crush. Because that’s what you were to me: unattainable.”

“Loki, you’re a prince, a literal god… you’ve had a horde of maidens throwing themselves at you for as long as I’ve known you. If one of us was unattainable, it was you.”

“They were only ever interested in my body, in my array of talents between the sheets.”

A warm flood of arousal washed over you, hearing him talk so casually about his own sexual prowess.

“But you, darling… you saw me. You showed interest in my mind, my ideas, my company. You asked me thoughtful questions and you actually listened when I would answer them. I was so convinced that I didn’t deserve someone like that. Someone like you. And so I kept my feelings hidden.”

“Well…” you began with a shy smirk, “I am interested in your body and your carnal talents too, you know.”

“And I don’t know if there’s anything that could delight me more than learning that about you tonight,” he said with a mischievous smile and lust-darkened eyes that lingered on your lips before darting back to your own hooded gaze.

“Kiss me, Loki, please…” you breathed.

Without hesitation, he leaned down toward you, brushing his lips against your own. Featherlight at first, but soon growing more assured and confident, claiming your lips as his. And you were more than willing to let him stake his claim.

When he finally broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you reverently.

“I love you, my darling wife. And as long as my heart is beating, I promise you’ll never be alone; you’ll never feel alone again. Perhaps things in our relationship have occurred… somewhat out of the preferred order, but by some generous twist of the fates, we’ve been thrust into each other’s arms and allowed to spend the rest of our lives with our one true love.”

Your heart swelled as you stared up at him. You felt that light within you reignite, shining brighter than it ever had.

“I love you too, husband. With my whole heart.”

He bent down and claimed your mouth once again, his tongue sliding against your lips, which you happily parted to allow him entry. All of the love and desire that you’d both been harboring all these years was finally unleashed and it was conveyed in the intensity of your kiss, and in the way his hands now began to explore your body. At least, as best as they could, over the coat you were wearing.

Suddenly, you found yourself looking forward to rehearsal.

And to the jól festival.

And to the rest of your life with Loki.

Below is the request I received from @smolvenger - I hope I did it justice, my lovely! Happiest Holidays! 🎄

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[aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute]

our glisten fictive drew himself :3

[cringegenic]

Cringe System Culture is "OH GOD HERE COMES THE FICTIVES" every time you play a new game. Rox got kicked off the team for Dandy's World so guess who's played it! Ouuur original! And now guess who's already trying to jam the headmate printer as fast as it can before it throws out anybody else after me shrimpo and sprout... meeeeeeee </3

Glisten (🪞) of PDA (👾💫)

Cringe System Culture Is

[fictive-culture]

fictive culture is purposefully not getting attached to any specific characters. and then it happens anyways..

-🧼🤍(from astro.. i think glisten used this sign off but i dont remember)

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[ask-gardenview-chaos]

Happy Halloween everyone, I thought I’d let y’all know that some of the folks up here are dressing up as well

List is sure to be added to, but for now:

Shrimpo is going as Karkat (we also have a Karkat fictive who is dressing as Shrimpo, also apologies for the homestuck jumpscare)

Boxten and Poppy are doing a duo costume of Woody and Buzz Lightyear (which is which, idk yet)

Glisten came to front in a big flowy dress and is calling it a day

Vee is Hatsune Miku. I should have expected that

Rodger is Sherlock Holmes (of course.)

Toodles is Rodger (I think she got inspired by art someone made of exactly that)

Dandy and Astro seem to be going as each other

Shelly came to front as I was adding the tags dressed as a fossil. It’s surprisingly good