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[joyful-enchantress]

Hi gurll i need ur opinion do you think loki would like billie eilish new song blue like it reminded me of him smm

Heyyyy thanks for this ask! 🖤💙

First of all I LOVE HER NEW ALBUM SM

And I just listened again to the song BLUE since I saw this ask and my godddd… 🫠

You are so right! Beyond the obvious parallel that Loki was actually “born blue” there’s the narrative element that he was doomed by those around him to a life of hardship and melancholy (thus doomed to be “blue” figuratively also).

The song opens with lines that could be interpreted to reflect Loki’s struggles as he learns of his adoption and different ancestry… and how he still longs for acceptance even though he puts up a front like he doesn’t care 💙🥺

I try to live in black and white, but I’m so blue. I'd like to mean it when I say I'm over you, but that's still not true. And I'm still so blue. I thought we were the same; birds of a feather, now I'm ashamed.

There are other parallels in the song, too, but I got chills during this part:

You were born reachin’ for your mother’s hands; victim of your father’s plans to rule the world.

If that’s not Loki then I don’t know what is… 🥺😭

Thank you @urfavgirllyyyyy for drawing my attention to this! I will forever think of Loki when I listen to this song now. And thank you @lokisgoodgirl for sending her my way!

[joyful-enchantress]

Ugh, 10000% yes to reputation as his favorite era. Are you kidding me?

I Did Something Bad?

Delicate?

Look What You Made Me Do?

Call It What You Want?

I think he would relate so much to so many of the songs on rep.

This wasn’t mentioned but I also think he’d dig Midnights and the quiet, reflective contemplation of it.

Anti-Hero would hit him in the feels. You’re On Your Own, Kid might cause him to shed a tear…or dozens of them. He’d appreciate the cunning display of Mastermind. And Dear Reader would feel like a letter he wrote.

What would loki think about taylor swift?

Favorite songs? Favorite era? Would he go to her tour? What would he wear?

I think he’d be a Swiftie but a secret one 😂 he definitely puts a silencing charm over his room so no one knows what he’s listening to.

His favourite songs? Hmm??

Better Than Revenge

Clean

Look What You Made Me Do

Starlight

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

(I could go on 😂)

It’s so cliche but I think his favourite era would be reputation. I think he’d relate to it a lot! But he’d also be a slut for TTPD!

I think he would go to a show but not as himself 😂 he’d use magic to disguise himself so no one knew that big, scary Loki enjoys bopping to Taylor Swift 😂

Anyone want to add?

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[muddyorbsblr]

loki season 2 episode 2 gifs (the chase :: batch 2)

*ally.exe has stopped responding* besties & fellow whores i am not okay--

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[mochie85]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

Thank you, my darling, for sending me this lovely ask. It gave me time to think about what I'm grateful for. In no particular order...

When your favorite song comes on the radio. It's even better when it's not because it's on your playlist, but just randomly outta the blue. Like the universe telling you to cheer up.

When someone saves me the last (treat/cookie/piece of cake/seat). It makes me feel like they were thinking about me and cared so much.

Getting notifs and messages from friends when I wake up in the morning. Especially because some of the most special people to me are in different time zones. It's nice to wake up to lovely messages 🤗

A good drink. and I don't mean just alcohol. But like a really cold refreshing drink that chills your bones and is delicious on your tongue. Or a hot tea/coffee that warms your soul down to your feet on cold winter days.

Being left alone. I don't want to be alone (that's actually one of my biggest fears) but...to be left to my own devices...to do what I want...watch what I want, eat what I want, and not get bothered by anyone...

In summary, a perfect day would be: to be left alone in my house watching k-dramas/anime/Loki series with a hot cup of coffee, snuggled in a blanket, while listening to music and responding to messages from my friends.

tagging my 10 people plus...

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Here to throw in my gif! 🥵🥵

More Hot Gif Drabbles A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Warnings: Kinda smutty 18+ bit angsty. (w/c 500)

To War

Your breath hitched as the signature slap of your lover's leathers piqued the air. You'd know it anywhere.

He turned the corner, his brother by his side, both armoured and ready for the coming battle.

You could feel the thump of your heart against your ribs, remembering the look he had given you as he left your chambers in the early hours. "If I don't come back" he'd said, "forget me, as if you'd never known me as you have."

In the light of the moon, his words had seemed ridiculous. Dramatic. But now, the memories of his hard body devouring you beneath the all-consuming ocean of his lust were too dulled. Too blunt.

Too much like nostalgia.

His tunics cast to the stone floors before he took you against the balcony in a fit of passion. The grunts of need from his throat as he rediscovered every inch of you; secrecy heightening every wave of need from his wandering hands. His exhibitionism concealing the love you suspected simmered beneath the surface of that mysterious soul.

The way his cock pulsed within you like part of your own body. His filthy moans of pleasure in your ear as you drew him closer to you, to his peak, to your heart. Tightening.

Everything tightening.

Your lover strode down the great hall, every thud of those heavy boots making your stomach clench. His eyes were fire. His strong jaw set towards victorious intent. The armies of Asgard waited outside. One blessing from Odin and they would be on their way.

Loki's eyes flickered upward as he drew closer, a glint of reproach colouring his stoic stare. The leather of his armour flexed with every swagger from his shoulders, power misting from him like spring pollen.

You could feel wetness gathering between your legs, your body's inappropriate response to this most solomn of occasions.

Loki stopped sharply in front of you, his brother continuing unphased down the marble aisle.

Your breaths quickened, raising your gaze to his while sinking to a curtsey. The eyes of thousands sat upon you questioningly, a steel in the air.

He leant forward, warm breath against your neck making you shiver.

"About what I said last night" he murmured, his armoured knuckles trailing down your bicep, "I changed my mind."

You rose, looking to the floor before his fingers tilted your chin upwards. Half-lidded eyes observed you knowingly, searching for the truth he knew was there.

"If I do not return, I trust that your tortured body will mourn the loss of my touch for the rest of your life, as it should." he purred derisively, leaning closer once more.

His familiar heady scent filled your nostrils, the tang of leather and sandlewood clinging to the long hair scraped backwards down his neck.

"But if I do" he continued, the gravelled whisper of his voice making your knees buckle, "I expect you to be mine. Completely. Always. "

Before you could respond, he turned. Long strides catching quickly up with his brother at the head of the hall.

The blessing was done, cheers and rallying chants echoing in your ringing ears as Loki left without a backwards glance, waving at the baying crowds.

To war, they cried.

To war.

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[smirkingkitten]

Don't feel obligated to respond, but I would greatly appreciate it. 😊

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Hey fellow my companion down the road of Hiddlesthirst,

Lately, the topic of "Obsession and Relationships" has been on my mind. This applies to experiences in committed partnerships as well as in the dating scene.

In my case, it's likely related to my depression/ social phobia or probably some wrongly learned beliefs, but I feel it's better not to reveal the full extent of my obsession to my boyfriend. He's already annoyed and partially jealous of what he knows. I feel the need to hide it. 😣

That's why I'm interested in your experiences and opinions on this matter.

I've compiled the questions into a list to make it easier to answer:

1. How did you first bring up the topic with your partner, or how did they find out about it? How did they react? Were there any difficulties or misunderstandings?

2. Does he even know the full extent of your obsession?

3. How do you explain to your partner the reasons behind your obsession and what you've been doing here all this time?

4. Does your partner understand your passion, and how does he handle it? Is he jealous that you're soooo infatuated with someone else?

5. How do you balance your obsession and your relationship? After all, reading, commenting, and especially writing fanfiction takes time.

6. Do you have any advice for me or others in similar situations?

And to keep it from being too serious:

7. Are there any entertaining or funny anecdotes related to your partner and your obsession?

I will take my time to respond to all answers, so don't be surprised if it takes a while. Furthermore, while I can read English, I often find it challenging to express myself in it. (That's why I usually consult an AI to ensure the clarity of my English writing.) 🙈

[skeeter-110]

A Twist in the Tale (That’s as Old as Time)

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. As punishment for his actions, the young prince is transformed into a monstrous beast by a mysterious enchantress. Only condition is if he can learn to love someone and earn their love in return, the curse will be lifted. The prince - now turned Beast - felt doomed for eternity; until he met a little boy with a heart of gold.

AKA: a Beauty and the Beast Irondad AU

Chapter One: Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.

And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another - and earn their love in return - by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.

If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.

As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

*   *   *

Peter skipped on out of his home and straight into the village, smiling and greeting everyone he passed as the village town quickly became more and more alive.

"Good morning, Peter." The village baker greets as he brings his tray of rolls over to his bakery.

"Morning, Monsieur." Peter addresses, walking over with the baker.

"Where are you off to?" The baker asks.

"The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and-" Peter excitedly begins to explain, only to be cut off.

"That's nice." The baker responds absentmindedly, clearly not hearing a word Peter was saying, before yelling. "Marie, the baguettes! Hurry up!"

Peter just shrugged before putting his book back in the basket he was carrying and continuing on his way; hopping on the back of someone's carriage to get to the bookshop faster.

Peter quickly ran into the shop, the bell above the door ringing and announcing his presence to the bookseller.

"Ah, Peter." The seller acknowledges.

"Good morning. I've come to return the book I've borrowed." Peter says, handing the seller the book he was carrying around.

"Finished already?" The seller questions, sounding a bit impressed.

"I couldn't put it down. Have you got anything new?" Peter asks as he climbs the ladder and begins scanning all of the books.

"Not since yesterday." The seller laughs.

"That's all right. I'll borrow... this one." Peter says, going and grabbing a familiar book off of the shelf and handing it to the seller.

"That one? But you've read it twice." The seller amusedly says.

"Well, it's my favorite. Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise." Peter excitedly says, swinging off of the ladder.

"If you like it all that much, it's yours." The seller offers, making Peter gasp.

"But, sir..." Peter goes to protest.

"I insist." The seller presses creating a huge smile on Peter's face.

"Well, thank you. Thank you very much." Peter expresses his gratitude, instantly opening up the book and reading as he began to walk home; completely oblivious to the man following him. That was until the man jumped right in front of him.

"Hello, Peter." The man greets.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Osborn." Peter responds, not even bothering to take his eyes off the book. Norman, not liking not having the attention on him at the moment, quickly swiped the book out of the boy's hands.

"Monsieur Osborn, may I have my book, please?" Peter asks, making Norman scoff before flipping through the book.

"How can you read this? There are no pictures." Norman scoffs.

"Well, some people use their imaginations." Peter retorts, Norman rolling his eyes at the prospect and throwing the book over his shoulder.

"Peter, it's about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things. Like working for me." Norman says.

Ever since Norman found out that the only reason the Parkers were able to earn money was by Peter making and selling different inventions, he's been all but begging Peter to work for him. And clearly, he refuses to take no as an answer.

"The whole town's talking about it. It's not right for a little boy to be reading fantasies all the time." Norman disapproves as Peter reached down and grabbed the book up off of the ground.

"Monsieur Osborn, you are positively primeval." Peter says, looking at Norman in confusion when the man looked proud of the dig.

"Why, thank you, Peter. Now, what do you say you and me take a walk over to my workshop and take a look at some of my work." Norman says, trying to pull Peter in the direction of his workshop.

"Maybe some other time." Peter says, pulling his arm out of Norman's grip when it seemed like the man wasn't going to be letting go anytime soon. "Please, Monsieur Osborn, I can't. I have to get home to help my Aunt. Goodbye." Peter bids farewell.

"That crazy old loon. She needs all the help she can get." Victor Von Doom, Norman's right-hand-man, says making both him and Norman laugh.

"Don't talk about my Aunt that way." Peter yells at them, making Norman sober up.

"Yeah! Don't talk about his Aunt that way." Norman whirls on Victor.

"My Aunt is not crazy. She's just old." Peter defends, his argument falling short when something in his kitchen exploded, making Peter run towards his house, completely ignoring the laughter that was in the background.

Peter quickly ran inside the house, coughing due to all of the smoke floating around in the air.

"Aunt May?" Peter calls out, still coughing and waving away all of the smoke.

"How on earth did that happen?" Aunt May grumbles, trying to free her leg from the wood and wires that it was trapped in.

"Are you alright, Aunt May?" Peter asks.

"I-I don't know what happened. I think I accidentally turned this contraption on." May says, pointing at Peter's recent invention that was sitting there in the middle of the house.

"I'm sorry. I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk." Peter huff, clearly disappointed with how slowly the new invention was coming together.

"You always say that." May tuts fondly.

"I mean it this time! I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!" Peter angrily says, making May cross her arms.

"Peter, watch your language." May chides, erasing Peter's look of anger and turning it into him looking fully reprimanded.  

"Sorry, Aunt May." Peter mumbles out an apology.

"And you will get this to work." May encourages, taking Peter's face into her hands. "And it will win first prize at the fair tomorrow. And we won't have a thing to worry about this winter." May says, gently brushing Peter's cheeks with her thumbs.

"You really believe that?" Peter asks.

"I always have." May confirms, making Peter grin real big.

"Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time." Peter exclaims, climb underneath the contraption. "Can you hand me that... the dog-legged clincher there." Peter asks May, the woman being quick to do so.

"So, did you have a good time out in town today?" May asks once Peter had his tool.

"I got a new book." Peter tells his aunt before tightening a few things. "Aunt May, do you think I'm odd?" Peter decides to ask.

"My nephew? Odd? Where would you get an idea like that?" May scoffs.

"Oh, I don't know. It's just that I'm not sure I fit in here. There's no one I really can talk to." Peter sighs.

"What about Norman? He seems like a nice fella, and he likes inventing things like you. He could be like your mentor." May says.

"Yeah, he seems nice, but he's actually rude and conceited and... oh, Aunt May, I would never want to work for someone who treats people so terribly." Peter tells his Aunt.

"Well, don't you worry, 'cause this invention you're working on is gonna be the start of a new life for us." May reassures as Peter rolls out from underneath the machine.

"I think that's done it. Now, let's give it a try." Peter says, pulling the lever and causing the machine to whistle and whir.

Both May and Peter stepped back a bit, covering their faces just in case the machine blew up. Thankfully, instead of blowing up, the machine began to do its intended purpose, swinging an ax down and chopping the log that was in front of it.

"It works!" May exclaims.

"It does?" Peter asks in shock, watching as the machine continued to chop wood. "It does!"

"You did it. You really did it." May proudly says, pulling Peter into a tight hug. "Hitch up Philippe, boy. I'm off to the fair!"  May says, Peter quickly running out of the house and hitching their horse, Phillippe, to the carriage.

May quickly pack up as many supplies she needed for the travel before getting her coat and throwing it on while Peter took the invention and placed it in the ack of the carriage.

"I love you, Peter." May says as she comes outside, planting a kiss on Peter's forehead.

"I love you too, Aunt May." Peter repeats the sentiment.

"Take care while I'm gone." May says as she hops up onto Phillippe.

"Always." Peter responds, watching as his Aunt began to ride off down the road.

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[timeforelfnonsense]

The Lusty Eladrin Maid (2/3)

Astarion x Dafni || E || Ao3 (See for specific tags) ||  Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series 

The longer they swayed, pressed chest to chest, hip to hip, the more certain his lust addled consciousness became that the sensual curves of her body belong just below the consumption of blood on his hierarchy of needs. Those big, glittering topaz eyes, that blithe, pixie grin that tugged at the corners of her plush pink- She had him completely bewitched. If Astarion was asked right then and there to describe Hanali Celanil, he most assuredly would have said the elven goddess of beauty and joy as a shapely spring eladrin with wild curls the color of gillyflower and a generous sprinkling of golden freckles.

He’d have to take her to a real ball one day. Some Upper City function with good wine and better gossip. Somewhere with lots of shadowy nooks and covalently placed furnishings. His mind conjured a vision of Dafni dressed in a gown of silk and tulle. A full, flouncy number that sparkled in when the light caught it just right. Anyone else would appear garish in such a gown, but somehow on Dafni it only added to her mythical beauty. 

She’d be the envy of all in attendance, but of course, she’d spurn them all for him. Astarion felt his cock stir at the thought. There was an undeniable eroticism in the knowledge that he had the favor of someone others desired. Oh, how the rabble would seethe with jealousy when the pair of them emerged for an unoccupied study! Dafni’s hair slightly messed, her lips kiss swollen and wet. 

They could burn all they liked, this alluring enchantress was his. 

His hand traveled down her spine to her backside, giving the perfect plumpness a quick squeeze. Dafni responded with a lewd squeak. 

“Such a lovely little Coquette.” With a rakish grin, he began gathering up the hem of her gossamer dress, the back of his knuckles grazing the skin of her thigh. Dafni’s breath hitched at the sensual contact. He caught her one of her hands by the wrist, guiding her to the edge of her skirts, “Can you hold this for me, darling?” 

Dafni nodded, eagerly gathering up fistfuls of fabric. Astarion slowly sank to his knees, his hungry gaze fixed on her endearingly flustered expression. Once he was settled into the patch of flowers and wild grass, Astarion nudged her thighs apart. He kissed his way up her leg, stopping for a gentle nuzzle against the twin punctures he’d left behind during a previous tryst. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her thin pink knickers, in one firm tug he had her hips bare. He gave a low, fierce noise, his bottom lip caught in the sharp grip of his teeth. He guided one leg over his shoulder, he kept one hand on the base of her spine, holding her firm and steady. He traced the line of her folds with his index finger. It had only taken a bit of kissing and a dance to get her wet and wanting.

Parting her petals with his fingers, Astarion set to work. Her taste was earthy and warm but there was a hint of sweetness, like wild honeysuckle, so very Dafni in its nature. He swept his tongue along every inch of lovely quim, greedily lapping up her arousal. 

Her fingers buried themselves in his hair pulling him closer to her core with enthusiasm. The sensation of her dull fingernails, lightly dragging across his scalp sent an instantaneous ache to his groin. He could always be certain Dafni was truly pleased with his presence between her legs when those slender fingers wove their way into his hair. Astarion let out a sharp intake of air as Dafni, lost to wanton urge, dragged him closer with a particularly enthusiastic pull.

“Such a needy, needy girl. He hummed between the ravenous strokes of his tongue, “You are getting close aren’t you, darling?”

“Mmmhmm...” She affirmed through a breathy sob and another meaningful yank of his roots. Dafni whimpered as he slipped his middle finger into her heat and then another, pumping and stretching until a high dulcet cry shook through her whole body.

Dafni’s eyes squeezed shut, a symphony of multicolored stars exploding behind her the darkness of her eyelids. She felt drunk and dizzied with pleasure. Her knees were jelly, her stationary leg threatened to buckle but Astarion kept his hold sure. 

“That’s a good girl.” He purred, untangling himself from the limb tossed over his shoulder before guiding her down to her knees in the soft grass beside him. 

Astarion placed a kiss on the center of her forehead, his hand sliding up the back of her head, nimbly untying the knot of her handkerchief. He ran his fingers through the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck. The calloused pads of his fingertips dragged their way down the exposed skin between her shoulder blades before they found the gauzy fabric of her frock. He traced the satin ribbon that ran down the back of the dress. As he began working the lace free of each tiny eyelet, he drew her into the sweetest kiss she’d ever received, his lips brushing against hers in slow, lulling presses.

The dance, that perfect kiss, it was as if he’d somehow gotten a hold of her girlhood journals and set himself to make every foolish daydream come true. Dafni cupped his face, coaxing him closer, cradling his strong, noble countenance with the same gentle reverence she would nature's most delicate creations. If only she could return the favor. Find some secret wish hidden boyish fancy locked away in the dusty attic of the fortress of hurt and anger that guarded his heart. If only he would allow her inside those daunting walls long enough to find it. 

When Dafni cared for someone, it was never in half measures and she cared for Astarion more than most. He’d seen more hardship than soul ought to have. The thought of it made her stomach wrench and the knowledge that he had lived it, that felt as if her heart were caught in a vice of cold iron. She knew he despised her sympathies, mistaking her loving concern as pity. That no matter how much affection she poured into him, there would always be scars, not just the physical ones, that would linger. Still, she could offer him solace and refuge- A place for him to rest his weary soul and began healing. 

Dafni brought her arms over her head as Astarion Freed her from her dress. She watched as his elbows bend, preparing to toss the pile of rainbow chiffon Gods knew where. Dafni’s brows pulled together tightly, catching his wrist in a loose grip she shook her head.

“I’m rather fond of that dress and I’ve had to go hunting for it among shrubbery once already.”

With an overstated roll of his claret red eyes, Astarion gingerly placed her dress down in the grass beside them. The annoyance that colored his features was quite short-lived. Free of her frock Dafni draped herself across the forest floor, her thighs parted exposing her glistening core to his gaze. She took up a fistful of his white cotton shirt, pulling him into the cradle of her hips. 

He’d always thought her ravishing but, seeing her bare in the daylight…

If he weren’t dead already, the sight of Dafni, drenched in golden sunlight, thick, delicious thighs spread open in a sinful invitation, would have surely stopped his heart cold. Somehow the universe had managed to fit all the wild, joyful warmth of springtime into her splendid curvaceous body. 

Astarion ran the back of his hand across the warm, speckled flesh of her rosy cheek. Dafni gave an approving sigh, nuzzling into the touch. He traced his way down the line of one of the pale, raised marks that decorated her full hips. Delicate, wavy paths that overlay all of her most ample and lovesome places- like tendrils of creeping ivy vine crawling their way up a forest church. 

He gave one of her heavy breasts a squeeze, his thumb toying with its rosy nipple. Dafni let loose a bright keen as he took the little peak into his mouth. Her hips jerked upward, rocking back and forth over the hardness straining against his pants. 

Dafni had him relieved of his shirt in a frenzied blur. She has chided him about his treatment of her frock but it seems she held no such scruples when it came to his clothing. Not that he was terribly put out, he found the wild desperation quite rousing. 

“Astarion?” 

Gods, the way she said his name. Dafni's voice always had a musical quality but the tuneful lilt rang most clearly in her elvish. Every time his name graced her plush pink lips he felt a distant pang of gratitude he hadn’t been given something more common. 

“Daffodil?” He brushed a stray curl from her face, “Is everything alright?” 

“Yes!” She said with a small, musical giggle, her hand coming to rest over his own at the side of her face, “I was just wondering if perhaps…” 

“Perhaps what, dear? I don’t blush easily, pet. Make your request.” 

“If you insist.” She took in a deep breath, her chest pressing against his most tantalizingly, “I was wondering if perhaps you’d take me as we are positioned now? With you on top. As you did the last time we found ourselves alone in this meadow?” 

It was an almost innocent request. 

His response should have been, Of course, darling! I’ll ravish you any way you’d like!

His chest tightened at the memory of her hand on the ruined flesh of his back- Of the sound of her tender promise he needn’t hide from her. All the delicious, debaucherous things she’d said that night, none had felt half as intimate the quiet reassurance murmured in her distinct, lyrical elvish. The sweet sincerity of her words had been enough to undo him that night. 

You don’t have to hide from me.

Her liting voice still rattled about his skull like a harpy’s charm. He had foolishly allowed himself to believe her for a few, remarkable seconds. She was wrong, of course. There were most certainly parts of himself that always would remain locked uptight. Safe from those wide, curious eyes and that quivering lower lip.

He did want to do it, to cradle her close and gaze into those big, beautiful eyes as he hilted himself within her. He’d bedded her plenty of times, confident as could be! Why should this be any different?

I’ll feel vulnerable too and that terrifies me.

 I’m already in too deep with you.

You’ll grow tired of me eventually and then I’ll feel like an idiot.

“It’s alright to say no.” She assured, “I would never ask you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.”

 The words felt so like her. 

Soft.

 From the structure of her lovely face, her sea of floral adorned ringlets, to the fullness of her figure, or the bountiful, caring heart that thumped steadily beneath her breast, everything about Dafni was enticingly soft. Every part of her calling out to him, Just a little closer, let me shelter you from the storm inside your chest.

Dafni was one of those rare souls who was truly kind. She had no agenda or duplicitous intentions. Just a good heart and sheltered upbringing.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her arms pulling him into a snug embrace. The feeling of her chest rising and falling against his own was almost hypnotic. He could have lost himself for hours in the soft tide of her breathing. He raked his fingers through her messy hair. 

“You’ve already made me so happy.” She murmured against his skin, “This morning has been like a dream.”

She was so precious.

 A delicate flower that had somehow crept its way into the cracks in his soul. She made him feel needed. Special.

 Maybe even loved? 

He felt a rush of bruising guilt as the thought crossed his mind. He couldn’t give her love. Not yet- possible not ever. Love felt like a four-letter word. A word that could put them both in an early grave. 

He shouldn’t have let things go this far. Gods knew he tried to keep some distance between them, to resist the strange pull he felt. Every time he would surrender to his desires. He had already allowed her this close, what difference did one more inch make? 

Astarion felt heat pricking at the tips of his ears. She was making him into a sentimental fool! One of them needed to be sensible about things and it was certainly not going to be Dafni. He knew it was not a matter of if but when he’d be forced to break her heart. That was the conundrum of caring for her. On one hand, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt but it felt inevitable that he’d hurt her himself.

 He did care for her.

 He could allow himself that much. Perhaps, it was not in the way he should- Not the way she deserved, but it was as best he was able to for the time being.

She’d been a good and loyal friend. Someone he could trust to watch his back in a fight. She made him laugh and brought him the most joy he’d felt in centuries.

 No, it wasn’t love. He was far too old and world-weary to name it as such. They had only known each other for a short while. She was young and by her own admission flighty when it came to relationships. He was bitter and hardly the sort of fairytale prince she’d want. Still, Dafni had taken up residence in a hidden corner of his heart. She was the one thing he felt he had any sort of claim to in centuries.

It wasn’t love, but maybe it didn’t need to be for it to be meaningful?

Maybe it could be one day? When he knew he was truly free of Cazador. 

“Yes.” He whispered wrapping his arms around her waist.

What was the harm in another inch?

[tessatechaitea]

Justice League vs. Suicide Squad #6

I didn't know Killer Frost could shoot ice sludge out of her vagina.

Eclipso remembers his shitty crossover event!

And then Batman's Suicide Squad rescues the Justice League and they save the world from Eclipso! Probably. It's not like I need to know every detail of this story since it's the last issue. These blog entries are just a way for me to remember each comic from month to month so I'm not thoroughly confused by every new issue. I suppose the other important thing that will happen by the end of it is that Batman will quit the Justice League (again!) to form the Justice League of America and he'll offer Lobo and Killer Frost jobs on his team. Then everybody will think, "Wait a second! How can Batman afford Lobo, the most expensive hitman in the entire universe?! He would need Bruce Wayne money for...OHO!"

Deadshot really dug deep for this insult!

Apparently one of Deadshot's deepest, darkest evil thoughts is that he'd like to kill his daughter so he'll never feel guilty about killing again. I could go two ways on this one with my comments. I could choose to be a childish asshole and discuss how Joshua Williamson is an idiot if he thinks this is good characterization and that Deadshot would ever harbor that evil thought. Or I could be magnanimous and believe what is probably the truth anyway because it's less entertaining to write about: Eclipso is just a lying douchebag trying to convince himself that he isn't forcing people to be evil when he actually is. It allows him to see himself as a heroic god giving people the freedom to engage in their deepest desires rather than a manipulative bastard who just wants to see the world go dark. Deadshot becomes eclipsed and declares he's going to kill everyone. Oh no! Even the other eclipsed people?! And Eclipso?! He might just save the world! Batman eventually comes to the same conclusion I did last issue.

So the delivery systems are different. He wants Superman to look at Eclipso while I wanted Superman to pee on him.

Eventually it's down to just Batman, Amanda Waller, Killer Frost, and Lobo. Eclipso is terrible at triage. He concentrated on eclipsing all the wrong people! You definitely have to get Batman first. Or at least get one of the others to kill him. If Eclipso really makes people's deepest, darkest thoughts rise to the surface, I imagine every member of the Justice League would have killed Batman immediately, the pretentious twat. Batman and Killer Frost get their prism plan underway while Lobo beats the shit out of everybody else. Luckily everybody else complies and only goes after Lobo. Just Superman goes after Batman and Killer Frost. What a stroke of luck!

Batman is faster than Superman's heat vision. Although, I suppose, I've dodge Roadhog's hook on Overwatch enough to realize you begin the dodge before Roadhog even knows he's about to throw the hook. Same principle!

The plan works to free the heroes and villains from Eclipso's control. Judging by the FWASH sound effect, Supergirl could have done this without Killer Frost's help. That's an old joke that only one person reading this blog will understand. Eclipso counters with a FWSSH sound effect which is probably something totally disgusting. I think it amounts to Eclipso spraying his darkness juice via a goat.se pose. But it's too late! Killer Frost has gotten a taste for justice and she turns the tables on Eclipso. He's bathed in sunlight and reverts to Max Lord as the black diamond explodes. I think. I'm sure it exploded so that little black diamonds can litter the Earth causing small Eclipso attackes every few months. The world has been saved and all that is left is for the Suicide Squad and the Justice League to participate in a denouement.

Oh man. Enchantress and Jessica Cruz are so going to fuck.

Batman admits to Waller that Task Force X can work as long as she stops stealing his files out of the Batcave. Also, she needs to let Killer Frost retire so Batman can use her for his new Outsiders team he's going to call Justice League of America. But we all know it's really The Outsiders. Just look at the lineup! Lobo decides to give Batman one free job (not that kind of job! (or that kind!)) for freeing him from Max Lord's control. I'm not sure what kind of jobs Lobo thinks Batman has for him. Hide in Damian's closet to scare him straight? But of course Batman already has a job for him. I bet it's to be Killer Frost's life-force battery as a member of the new Outsiders. Although I can't imagine that job qualifies as a freebie since it's ongoing. Lobo's going to need some of that sweet Bruce Wayne cash to keep that job. Apparently Lobo has to join The Outsiders because he gave his word he'd do a free job for Batman and specified that it didn't matter what the job was. Lobo should be more careful with what he says. Doesn't he know that writers take his "always keeps his word" thing way too seriously?! In the epilogue, Max Lord points out that this whole thing was engineered by Amanda Waller to get Batman to lay off the Suicide Squad. That totally makes sense since it's basically the plot of the Suicide Squad movie. The other characters all get to tie up their loose ends too. Emerald Empress decides to start the Fatal Five so she can hunt down Saturn Girl. Johnny Sorrow's mask is still on Earth waiting for a non-white, non-heterosexual, non-male character to put it on. Doctor Polaris is making out with his helmet. Rustam is going after Havana Waller. And, of course, the Black Diamonds are now everywhere. Then on the final page, Amanda Waller does that reveal thing where the "X" in Task Force X is a number and not a letter. Even though it was a letter just one or two incarnations ago because there were Task Force Ys and Zs or something. It's such a shocking revelation that isn't boring and overused at all! Previously, there was Task Force A-Y. Now there are just Task Force I-XI plus zero which was the first one but I don't think the Romans have a letter for zero. They should have used an O like we do! Dumb-dumbs! What Did I Learn? Amanda Waller is as much a genius as Harvest was. She really knows how to build an overly complicated Rube Goldbergian plot device to take care of fairly simple problems. I'm sure she could have come up with another way to keep Batman off of her back instead of this method that relied on so many unknowable factors that it should never have worked out exactly as she planned. It would have been easier to hire Psimon or J'onn J'onnz to erase Batman's memory of the Suicide Squad. And while they were at it, maybe erase the memory of everybody in the world since they all seem to know about Task Force X and how it's part of the United States government. People knowing about how it works ruins the entire reason for why it works! The Ranking! No change!

[joyful-enchantress]

LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR BOOK CLUB BBZ!!! get that pumpkin tea ready🫖🫖🫖

You have no idea how much this made me smile when I opened it 🥹😭😭😭❤️

I have a visceral need to hug you right now!! 🫂

I can’t wait for our book club, either. I hope it blossoms into a regular thing 🤍📚☕️

I love you so fucking much, you have no idea @lokisgoodgirl 🫶🏻

[joyful-enchantress]

🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 🌸

@mochie85 thank you for this, my love! 💜 I’m sorry it has taken me a while to respond. And thank you also to @mischief2sarawr for tagging me in a post with the same prompt!

Here’s my 3 random facts, some of which some of you may already know:

1. I was named after Stevie Nicks 🌙🎩✨

(Yes, her first name is Stephanie, for those of you that did not know or realize that)

2. I have a Bachelor of Science degree in mathematics 🧮🤓🎓

3. I have a large head. And I don’t mean my ego. My head has a larger than average circumference. I can’t wear “one size fits all” hats that aren’t stretchy, like a beanie. It runs in my dad’s side of the family; all my cousins on that side have the same problem. We joke it is because of our huge brains 🧠🤣

I look fabulous in a hat, though, if I do say so myself. And so I get very excited when I find hats that are available in large sizes 👒

Just tagging some besties that may be interested in my response and/or want to participate! 💜 @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @muddyorbs @ladyofthestayingpower @shadeysprings @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @youlightmeupfinn-library @anonymousfiction211 @pitifulbaby @give-me-a-moose @gigglingtiggerv2 @sarahscribbles @holymultiplefandomsbatman @simplyholl @maple-seed @fictive-sl0th @coldnique @lokiandbuckysdoll @dangertoozmanykids101 @liminalpebble ++

[joyful-enchantress]

sending lots of love your way, friend! 🫶

we may not chat often, but I am holding space for you xx

😭😭😭

The way this was exactly what I needed to hear in this moment, K, is straight up spooky.

Thank you for seeing me and holding that space for me.

That’s what I need right now. To be allowed to take up space.

I’m sending all the love I can muster right back at you!

My DMs are always open to you (and anyone) who wants to chat more! I know I’ve been reclusive lately but I don’t bite 🦝

[joyful-enchantress]

hey lovely!! i hope you're taking care of yourself!! just wanted to reach out and send big hugs and big kisses and lots of good vibe to you and your family :(((

the grief will always be there but pls also know that we'll always be here and that you'll be ok!!

love you and sending you big big big hugs

This is so sweet for real 🤍🫂

Thank you so much my lovely @fandxmslxt69 this brought a smile to my face and lifted my mood a little and I could feel the big hugs through the universe 🫶🏻

[joyful-enchantress]

ICE CREAM DELIVERY. !!!!!!🍦♡ྀི give ice cream to your favourite bloggers and help them stay cool this summer. 🍧♡

Thank you so much for this @ladyofthestayingpower 💕

I’m sorry my response to it was so late. To be completely honest, I was selfishly saving it for myself because it made me smile every time I opened my inbox and saw it sitting there 🥹

I appreciate the ice cream! I actually had some ice cream this evening, so finally responding to this felt appropriate.

Thank you for loving me and supporting me so steadfastly from afar. I love you 🫶🏻

[joyful-enchantress]

Happy Birthday, beautiful!

I wasn't sure which one to send you...

🤭🤭🤭

@mochie85 you made the right call sending both 🤭 …aaaaannnndddd now I’m having all kinds of thoughts about Loki x Astarion x Reader and how that would go 🫠🫠

ANYWAY, thank you so much, my love! I appreciate you more than you know 🫶🏻 Thank you for making me feel so loved and special today!

[joyful-enchantress]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLpyRcLf/

Got this on my FYP today and immediately thought of you and that you def need to see it 💖🫡

Actual footage of me trying to cool down after I watched that:

Thank you for sharing @muddyorbs 🖤 You know I can’t turn down that sexy emo vampire 🍷

I’m also going to use this moment to shamelessly plug my Adam one shot Love At First Bite 😏