#let Loki have friends and be happy challenge

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Home Away from Home 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, jealousy, mentions of loss, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki, Peter Parker (tall!reader)

Summary: You’ve been friends with the Odinsons since childhood. After years of separation, you reunite on Midgard after the destruction of Asgard, but find yourself caught between your old and new lives. 

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Midgard is different. Everything is simpler but in such a quaint way. You ease into it like a warm bed. The surging traffic, the rush of pedestrians, and even the steaming manholes are intriguing to you. Much unlike the ambient and soft-skied place you grew up. 

What’s better is that you have friends close. Old and new. You’ve learned to cherish them more than count them. You never know when they’ll leave you. So fortunate you’ve been that ones you lost have returned to you. 

You walk into the tower with the big bold letters across the top; Stark. The man whose name it wears is amusingly small considering the immense peak of the building. And he always has some quip ready on his tongue. Not all find his words so funny. 

You approach the elevator and tilt your chin as you sense the shift in the air. The green flash scatters in your vision just as you predict. You shake your head Loki presses the button before you. 

“You said you would not come,” you chide as he lets you on the pulleyed-booth before him. 

“Did I?” He wonders. 

You look at him as he turns to stand parallel with you. 

“Perhaps I was mistaken. You do mumble at times,” you shrug. 

His eyes roll upward. You know it is not his choice. His is bound to his brother, whether he likes it or not. You all are. You Asgardians. A glorious people now lost. 

“These midgardians,” he grumbles. 

“Charming,” you say. 

“Do you think?” He scoffs. 

“Well, you always do try so hard not to be impressed,” you say. “After all we’ve been through, why should you care so much to be above it all?” 

“All we’ve been through?” He challenges. 

“It isn’t I who left, Loki Odinson,” you tut. 

He crosses his arms, “I said I would go.” 

“Not where.” 

“But I said.” 

“Or when.” 

“I left many people behind. My mother and father, not least of all, and now they are gone.” 

“As are mine,” you say without malice. They’ve been gone so long, it is merely a statement of fact. 

“Mm, yes,” he grows quiet. 

“You needn’t feel bad for it. My father picked up that sword and mantle, he faced the battle, he lost. My mother was ever too loyal for her own good,” you sigh. 

“I don’t feel bad. Wasn’t my doing, was it?” 

“Suppose the son cannot atone for the father,” you agree. 

“Perhaps if he’d ever treated me as son,” he gripes. “I tire of speaking of the past.” 

“Then let us focus on now,” the doors open and you strut out. “The rain has cleared and I smell coffee.” 

He follows despite his irritation. He always was so gloomy. Once you bonded over that shared malignance but you grew out of yours. He is older than you, he should have as well. 

“You shouldn’t imbibe it. It is garbage water.” 

“I enjoy it,” you insist. 

“It makes you...” he slithers. “Never mind.” 

“It makes me what?” You wonder as you slow to let him catch pace with you. 

“It makes you... too much. You speak too fast.” 

“Or you cannot keep up,” you chuckle. “Tell me, prince, can you not be happy that we’ve come back together? Old friends, new places. Funny what the norns can do.” 

“Hm, you sound like him.” 

“Your brother is contagious,” you grin and turn into the kitchen. “And you are correct, the coffee is infectious.” 

As you enter, another figure stands by the coffee maker. He stands stiffly by it, head angled as if he’s listening. You know it’s that sense he has of things. The way he feels the rain coming. 

“Light roast,” Peter turns with a triumphant smile, “I heard you coming.” 

“Pfft,” Loki scoffs at you side. 

“You didn’t,” you chime as you meet Peter halfway. 

“Of course! Aren’t you excited? Your first mission.” Peter beams up at you. He is funny. Such a small man but powerful. 

“I must admit I am more anxious than excited, but if I can help your people, I will do my best,” you avow. 

“Always so helpful,” Loki intones. 

“Oh, is he coming? I didn’t think he was included.” 

“Even if I were, I wouldn’t bother fighting your puny battles. I daresay my brother only enjoys the opportunity to boast,” Loki sneers. 

“Do not be so sour,” you gird Loki. “I will do my best and hope it is enough. I cannot claim to be as mighty as the princes.” 

“Oh, aren’t you a princess?” Peter wonders. 

“A princess? How silly. No, no,” you chuckle and pause to taste the coffee. “Mm, you’ve made it perfect, dor-dígull.” 

“Dord....er, what does that mean?” Peter asks. 

“It means ‘little spider’,” Loki spits, “fitting.” 

“I do not mean any harm,” you shoo Loki with your fingers. “But I will not call you such if you do not wish, Lord Parker.” 

“I prefer it to Lord,” Peter laughs. “So, if you’re not a princess, how do you know Thor and Loki?” 

“Hm, we met as children. The prince,” you gesture to Loki, “put a snake in my pillow case so I kept it and named it Jörmungandr. Though he never got so big as to swallow the world. And the other prince, now king, screamed when I showed him said snake and would not stop telling it to turn back into his brother...” 

You laugh heartily at the memory. 

“You... went to school together?” Peter asks. 

“Not exactly. They had lessons and I would dispose of the used parchment and empty inkwells.” 

“So you were a servant?” 

“I was a ward of the crown,” you explain. 

“He needn’t know so much,” Loki harrumphs as he watches from the doorway. 

“What harm is there in it? All there is to know is only words now,” you say. 

Loki grumbles something unintelligible. 

“I wish I could’ve seen it,” Peter says, “I’m sorry that it’s gone now.” 

“Yes, well, it’s as our king says, you are fortunate if you have loss for it means you had something to cherish,” you smile, bittersweet tug in your cheeks. “Well, I suppose we should go to this mission.” You raise your cup but stop yourself from drinking it as you find Loki glaring at you. No, not you, but Peter. “My prince, are you sure you wouldn’t like to come along? I’m certain another set of hands is not unwelcome.” 

“With Stark, I’m always unwelcome,” Loki sneers and another green flash wipes you vision. He’s gone and you’re left with only Peter. 

“I can’t believe he’s Thor’s brother,” he snorts. “They’re nothing alike.” 

[toomanytookas]

Original image credit: Tantor Films

Hi friends,

A few months ago, I noticed that I was having a hard time keeping track of all of the challenges and projects that folks were organising and making fanworks for.

It made me wish there were a central place where I could go to find them again and because I'm a bit of a nerd for metadata and information organisation, I decided to do something!

The PPCU Fandom Projects Database is now online.

There are listings for both current/upcoming projects as well as masterlists of past projects in the fandom. I’ve put together a little guide here.

More info below the cut. I'm also tagging project organisers so they know they're listed and can decide whether they want to be or not. 💕

What is it?

This is a Notion site where I’ve gathered project information and masterlist links. It also makes different bits of information (such as deadlines and submission types) more readily filterable and searchable than when in the tumblr post format.

What gets listed?

I'm defining a ‘project’ as any type of fandom activity in which someone (the ‘organiser’) issues a call out to the fandom to create, submit, or otherwise participate in something that they are putting together. This is separate from individual rec lists that people have created that are their personal reading activity — the key concept is that multiple people have been invited to contribute information and/or fanworks and/or are engaging in other activities that make the project possible.

I have a project!

If you have a past, current, or upcoming project that you would be interested in seeing listed, feel free to tag or DM me, or you can use the tag #PPCUfandomproject and I will add it as soon as I can. I will also endeavour to add projects as I see them.

It's not on tumblr?!

I recognise that taking this information out of tumblr might not be to everyone's comfort level, so please if your project is listed and you don't want it on there, let me know and I will remove it ASAP. Projects that have been included thus far have been tagged below and I will continue to tag folks when things are added so that there is never an instance where something will be on the website without the project creator being informed about it. If it helps to know, the site is not being search engine indexed.

The listing of my project isn’t accurate/I want to change some of the information.

Just let me know what you’d like me to change and I’ll be happy to do it. 💕

Inspiration.

This was inspired by a project that existed in one of my past fandoms as well as the amazing work in the PPCU space by folks such as @littlemisspascal, @fuckyeahdindjarin, @secretelephanttattoo, and @jolapeno to create lists and directories that enable us to elevate writers and their work in ways that tumblr doesn't necessarily allow for without help.

Project organisers that have been included thus far (Again please lmk if you do not want your project listed!!! 💕)

@almostfoxglove @alyssamariag @amanitacowboy @burntheedges @chaotic-mystery

@chronically-ghosted @dancingtotuyo @dieterbravobrainrotclub @fuckyeahdindjarin @guiltyasdave

@happypedrohours @hellishjoel @iamasaddie @i-own-loki @joelmillerisapunk

@jolapeno @littlemisspascal @magpiepills @mermaidgirl30 @millersflowermarket

@morallyinept @mothandpidgeon @moonlitbirdie @msjarvis @pedgito

@pedropeach @pedrostories @perotovar @pickled-pena @prolix-yuy

@punkshort @romanarose @saradika @schnarfer @secretelephanttattoo

@sp00kymulderr @studioghibelli @the-blind-assassin-12 @tightjeansjavi @tonysopranosrobe

@toxicanonymity @wannab-urs @whocaresstillthelouvre @yopossum @5oh5

@beefrobeefcal

[lokis-coconut28]

Unbound - Chapter 1: The Keeper's Bond

(Loki x Magic Female Reader)

(A/N) : Hi my lovelies! Apologies for my absence, I appreciate your patience with me...

*The last month has been particularly challenging. I continue to recover from surgery, I turned a year older, and I ended a near decade long relationship. As I continue navigating these emotions, I find comfort here, among you all, my friends 💚*

(I am hesitant to post this fic, it has lived in my drafts for quite some time. As a new writer, I'm scared to take on a multi-chapter fic! But - I hope that you enjoy where I'm going with it!) (It's not as elegantly written as I'd like, but indulge me...) & I am happy to be back! You all inspire me so much!

I appreciate your support and comfort now more than ever. Please have grace with any errors - I forgot how to write amidst the chaos and heartbreak...

Please feel free to drop me a message about anything/a pic of Loki or David Bowie (I'm currently chokeheld by Jareth)

Summary: Loki has been watching over you from his new throne... With his feelings on the line, he makes a bold decision to bond to your mind.

Word Count : 2.5k

Warnings: Slight touch of NSFW/Voyeurism in Ch 1

Happy Reading my Loves! 🖤

A throne, buried in the infinite void of space and time, was not what Loki had expected for his life’s purpose. Never truly wanting the throne, yet in a twist of fate, finding himself tethered to it for eternity, was an irony that laughed at him in an endless echo throughout the multiverses. 

Exploring realities in the palms of his hands was a delicate craft. The responsibility, accepting the intricacies of overseeing an incalculable amount of timelines without interference or interjection was no small task. Observation had become a makeshift game to Loki, honing in on a multitude of lifeforms, seeking out what connection he could from afar, cherishing emotions of plenty in the vast cosmos which thrummed through his hands. 

A new desolate reality, ever flowing, impalpable, washed through Loki. A sobering wave crashed into him over and over again, reminding him that this was life now.

In the darkest of hours, he allowed his head to lower and rest, obsidian horns digging deep into his temples, a torment unlike any Loki had endured before. Despite the stillness around him, an unrelenting gravitational pressure crawled around his head, eerily creeping into a chokehold around his neck. A force strong enough to extract tears from a god. 

The weight of the crown had proven to be heavy, in more ways than one. 

The pull of the timelines forged on, wrapping serpent-like, circling Loki’s wrists; binding him to the seated throne. 

The intensity of holding limitless lives extracted a toll on Loki’s physical form. In secret, he wished he could put the weight down - if only for a moment. Knowing he could not, knowing he was destined to this role for eternity - these thoughts spiraled in his mind, plaguing his thoughts like a broken record with every passing second. 

Attempting to shake the burden of eternal responsibility, Loki let his eyes fall shut, concentrating on the only thing that brought the god solace in his isolation. Locating you. 

Loki had observed millions of souls in his quest to pass time. Asgardians, Midgardians, creatures from planets and realms that in all of his centuries he had never once discovered. He found comfort in busying himself with watching the lives of beings across the galaxies, across time, into the promise of forever. 

Yet, in his observation of the entirety of space and time, Loki had never encountered a living soul quite like yours. There was something particularly special about you, a unique aura standing out as a bright star in the atramentous eternal sky. Loki felt an unexplainable pull to your life force - a pulsing chemistry, as though you were two magnets coming together in an unyielding draw. 

Curiosity propelled Loki’s focus to you, solely. You were a powerful enchantress, a formidable force to be sure. Intrigue, he decided, was the proper feeling he had for you… at first. It did not go unnoticed, the way you effortlessly wielded your own powers, harmonious with the mysterious magic you possessed. Unlike himself, unlike most everyone in the multiverses, Loki could find no other variants of you. Scanning all of the timelines, he quickly realized you were a one of a kind entity - a rare anomaly that captured the attention of the God of Stories. 

Loki shifted in the throne, straining his forearms as he found you within the malachite cordage that resided in his grasp. Using all of his might, he concentrated on your energy, barely able to locate you through a thick veil of unfamiliar magic. Adjusting his grip on the timeline, the veins in his arm thrummed, focusing deeply, eyes finally landing upon your form.

For the first time, he could see your face clearly as you walked alone, your breath puffing into a small cloud of moisture as you exhaled into the cold night. Your hair softly fell around your face, bouncing delicately in tandem with each footstep. The clang of your black leather boots echoed with each hurried stride as you made your way across the damp cobblestone street. Your beauty was so effortless & charming, Loki found it hard to pull his gaze from you. Though out of reach, you were absolutely enchanting. 

To be near you - Loki imagined, slowly drawing in deep breath, inhaling at the sudden fluttering that had manifested in his core.

Abruptly, a frigid gust of wind commanded the hair on the back of your neck to raise, causing you to fuss with the herringbone scarf that stylishly looped around your collar. You took a moment to peer up at the night sky as you raised the hood of your coat to rest upon the crown of your head. The dazzling beauty of the stars twinkling above forced you to stop and appreciate the divine display. A brilliant wave of emerald light appeared overhead, dancing elegantly in a private show, eliciting a shy smile from your lips. 

Your eyes creased, squinting at a particularly bright star. Your gaze lingered on it with a subconscious level of expectancy.

“I’m not sure I’ve seen you before”, you remarked at the unfamiliar celestial orb, as if it would answer back if you asked it their name. 

Loki stilled as you tilted your head in wonderment, imagining you could somehow see him through the vastness of space, somehow sense his presence. He wanted to believe you could. 

“Stunning” you whispered quietly, letting out a contented sigh as you continued on your path into the darkness.

As time went on, your voice became a symphony in the silence. Your expressions became their own motion pictures that played in an endless loop within Loki’s mind. Watching you cast your spells as deliberately and cautiously as a painter stroking a canvas, Loki never tired of watching you. He admired your skill, your intelligence, as you worked with magic that was foreign to him. Somehow, these stolen glances and sacred moments seemed like a secret kept between the two of you. 

Loki let out a disgruntled sigh, reminding himself once more that you did not, and you would not ever know him. He silently cursed, knowing he could never interfere. Yet, perhaps… 

It had started as a simple trial, a test spell easily woven and rooted to your mind. A small magical connection tethering his mind to yours. Nothing more than to ensure your protection, to ensure your safety.

The moment that Loki had cast this spell upon you, practicing his illusionary craft became somewhat of a game, hiding himself from your mind, blending in with the shadows of your thoughts. 

Ilusion - an art form that Loki had mastered over centuries. Invisibility he found easy, but ignoring the intoxicating pull of the spellbound bond he had formed…This was much more difficult. 

He had not intended for the bond to grow so strong. At first, it was a fleeting trick, a slow dancing flame, a soft whisper that lived on the edge of his consciousness. Only a way to ensure your safety, a way to pass time. 

Yet each time he sensed your own mind within his, something inside of him tightened, even yearned for you. An undeniable ache that he refused to put a name to. 

As months time passed, the bond strengthened greatly. The lie that he told himself - of safety and precaution - seemingly dissolved, transforming into something…more. The sense of nobility, of being your protector from afar, alarmingly shifted to a forbidding feeling. Longing. 

The forged connection had become an addiction. Each night, Loki would find himself utterly intoxicated in your mind; voyeuristically watching you in your realm. Inhaling a breath of your conciousness and warmth. He let his eyes flutter shut, mesmerised by the comfort of your dreams. He would allow the sensation - of your joy and laughter - to quell a pain deeply buried inside of him.

While the burdened promise of protecting the timelines echoed throughout his mind, his focus was no longer entirely occupied by the task at hand - by the mission of being on the throne - but by you. Stolen glances into your reality, physical proximity cradled if only by illusion in his dreams and waking fantasies, lit a wick in his core - promising an explosion in his heart if he did not start to take precautions with his feelings. But... with your presence in front of him, his mind could rest, and he could be at ease. 

Loki often found himself wondering what it would feel like to hear your soothing voice call his name. He longed to be seen, not just by anyone—by you. It was a laborious struggle, this mix of euphoria and sorrow - wanting nothing but happiness for you, no matter which timeline you were in… yet.. still, in his quietest moments, he would let himself dream, selfishly wishing it was him you’d say goodnight to, if only just once.

When hope slipped away, time and time again, he would lower his gaze, seeking refuge from the relentless thoughts. But…he knew he would always come back to you.

‘How could I not?’...  

This particular night, when the weight of your own day had been laid to rest, Loki sought out your mind in the dark. An intense wave of sensual indulgence erupted through his body as he allowed himself to siphon the sensation of your solitary pleasure. Pleasure. A feeling that had been lost in the spacial abyss for quite some time. He would not turn his gaze upon you, as you allowed yourself to be consumed by self gratification... your most intimate moments. Closing his eyes, as if to give you privacy, he tried to remember how long it had been since he himself had had an intimate moment. He could only imagine the pleasure of being able to truly hold you, gently kissing your lips, moving together in perfect harmony. A passionate embrace, bodies gently entwining in the most sacred of acts, whispering promises of love to you between soft moans.

Love. Love?

Loki suddenly froze, eyes snapping open at the realization of the emotion he had nonverbally named. He slowly straightened his posture against the back of the cold seat, timelines clawing heavily at the lines in his palms. Feeling a heated dagger in his heart, ignoring the way his anatomy had betrayed him having been lost in the forbidden sensation of your reality, he scolded himself for imagining something so real. His throat bobbed as he inhaled a breath of the emptiness surrounding him, immediately reprimanding himself once more for indulging in your pleasure, and crossing the boundary he swore he would not. 

Love. 

Loki scoffed defensively, bringing himself back to reality. No longer did he get the privilege of feeling love, care, companionship. Sacrifice - a heavier toll than he ever would have imagined. A familiar sadness wrapped around his throat, threatening to extract tears.

The reality was, no matter what realm you were in, no matter what he felt, how much he wished he could speak to you, just once - it was impossible now - given his choice and commitment to guard the timelines, for freedom. 

For them. For you. 

Loki repeated this mantra to himself, a reminder of his motives, remembering the god he wanted to be. 

The chokehold of grief elicited a small sob from the deepest shadows of his soul, in part from the guilt of using his own power to feel companionship, to feel love, under the guise of protection, and in part from the sorrow of never being able to return back to life in the timelines. Never getting a chance to be near you, even if only as a stranger passing by in the bustle of your daily life.

Purpose. A heavier burden than he ever knew to be possible. 

On a particularly quiet night, lost in a deep slumber, you dreamt of a distant soul, calling to you in a soft, fleeting whisper. The stranger seemed gentle, but their voice was heavily laced with pain and agony as they cried out to you, calling your name, in a desperate plea to be heard.

You were abruptly jolted awake by a searing burn on your skin, branching through your hands like lightning, leaving a scorching imprint in the flesh of your trembling palms. You inhaled sharply as you inspected the marks that remained. 

“Magic.” You whispered, quickly swinging your legs to the side of your bed, sitting upright as you studied the light coursing through your hands.  

A power unfamiliar to you, almost alive, flared from the tips of your fingers to your wrist. A bright green rope-like illumination emanated from your upturned palms.

The magic throbbed, as if fueled by someone else’s spark. Your hands ached as the heat ripped through your skin, sinking deeper into your flesh. In the silence of the night, the foreign magic coursed through your veins, the power pulsing in a heartbeat that was not your own. 

You willed your own frost-blue glow to spill from your fingertips. Shimmering wisps curled around each digit, delicately twisting around the emerald that had been etched onto your body. Instinctively, you closed your eyes and willed your own strands of magic to reach out to the power that had called to you in your sleep.

Then you sensed him. A stranger's soul, ethereal, almost faint. With forceful intention, you strengthened the bond to his magic. His presence was a distant echo, lingering in the air around you, but veiled in the mist of time and space. The presence was elusive and fleeting, barely detectable in your mind and senses. Persisting, you extended your power, finally reaching the source you had been searching for. 

A smoldering silence lingered in the air for a moment. You felt the unmistakable weight of eyes upon you. With a swift motion, you spread your hands, lighting the room, your gaze searching for the shadowed figure watching you.

“I know you’re here,” You cautiously broke silence, your words bouncing off of the walls in the empty room. “Physically or not.” 

Another empty moment passed. 

“Please, say something…” Your words brushed against the air like a feather, soft and pleading, a hushed request that somehow seemed to carry more weight than any shout ever could. 

Rippling through the silence, his voice reached you. Soft, low, coming from nowhere yet surrounding you everywhere at once. Time stood still as a hum so low and delicate found you.

“I... am not supposed to be here..." 

“Please, don’t leave...” you pleaded gently, your voice laced with a quiet reassurance. “You don’t have to say a word… just stay, if only for a moment.”

The silence was suffocating, thick enough to feel, as if the air itself had frozen in place. It pressed against your ears, louder than any noise, almost deafening in its stillness.

“You don’t understand what this means…”

The voice pressed through the hushed air. Your heart ached at the way his voice cracked with desperation. His emotion was raw, the mix of regret and longing, the weight of the forbidden moments spilling in a tremble from his lips like honey.

“For either of us.” 

The room grew colder, yet your blood coursed with a fierce heat through your veins at the intensity of the unspoken warning. Whatever this connection was, you knew it was not meant to exist. But now... it did. 

And there was no turning back.

Taggies as requested : @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl

Divider Credit : cafekitsune

Xoxo - L 🖤

Masterlist

[janus-cadet]

Tarot Project - N°33

This is yet another tarot card- strangely, the first I drew for the MCU. Obviously, it was motivated by the ending of the last show I saw, which did not left me indifferent.

(it broke me and I'll never be the same again)

So here is Loki, burdened with glorious purposes, as The Magician.

(If you haven't see the season yet and are avoiding spoilers, don't look for the explanation under the cut!)

For starters, the Magician is said to be the conduit that converts energy into matter. He represents worldly experience and knowledge ; he has seen it all, experience it all, and acts at the gateway between spiritual and material realms- just like would be a God trapped in the roots of Yggdrasil, all seeing, all creating. He is the root of the whole tarot- having access to the symbols of each suits : Wands, Swords, Cups, Pentacles. The Magician has unlimited potential, is manifestation at its best : who else to embody that, than the God of Stories, the most powerful being in the universe? Timely was right- truly a magician.

But that's not all. Let's start with the meaning of the card, upright.

As the master manifestor, the Magician brings you -you, person living in any timelines ever- the ressources and energy you need to make your own choice. He's giving you a chance. Like him, you might be facing changes, new ideas that challenge who you were: it's now time to act on them. The skills (maybe time magic ?) and knowledges (perhaps your brand new sciency PhD) you have gathered along your life path have led you where you are now. You must have a clear vision of the goal you are trying to achieve. It is not enough to be motivated by ego, money, status or fame, by a throne. When you are clear about your "what", your "why"... your "who"... you will be able to take actions. You are powerful, you are a creative being: you can reach, now, your highest potential. Focus on the ONE thing that will truly motivate you. Be active. Be a tree.

Reversed, the card can indicate that are still uncertain. You know that you have to take action, but are uncertain of the course it must take. You are afraid of what you might loose, what path you need to choose; be patient, be attentive- the solution will manifest itself in time, when you'll be ready to accept it. If you are already acting on your goal, the Magician Reversed can be a sign that you are struggling to see progress and success (perhaps because of some annoying Avengers who refuse to accept your perfectly reasonnable demands ; perhaps you can't make yourself kill that one person to save the rest.) Maybe you are not clear on your desired outcome; maybe your effort are misdirected, unfocused. You may be lacking conviction. Perhaps the goal you're going after is not the one you actually need, or even want. Are you sure you want that throne ? Are you aware of the price coming with any glorious purpose ?

At its worst, the Magician Reversed signifies manipulation and trickery. You may be masterful at manifesting, but you are lost, and you may only do it for personal gain and at the expense of others. Does it feels off? Maybe. It might means you were made to work for the highest good, before you find yourself lost. Remember your "why", remember your "who". You have many skills, talents, capabilities, but your real potential is not being maximized. You have to ask yourself- what needs to change for you to reach your full potential? What do you crave the most? You can't lie to yourself: you have to be honest, as painful as it might be. You have to be ready to do what it takes to reach your most important goal.

If, in the end, it matters most to see your friends having a shot at life, at happiness, than it matters to not be alone- then, you know what you have to do.

With that, I conclude my explanation. Only one more card, and I'll be done with the Major Arcana!

(Just like Marvel is done with Loki a h)

I hope you liked it. You, yes, you who is still reading! Thank you for that.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I will slowly be adding my previous stories over time. New stories will be up the same day as ao3.

What I currently have posted:

Time After Time: Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

Moonlight & Fang: Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington (Drabble I) (Drabble II) (Drabble III) (I Can Be Your Antidote Tonight)

LUNATIC: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand: Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me...: Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Let Me Spell It Out For You: Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Why You Calling Me Tonight: Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader (Challenge Accepted/Part 2)

Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey: Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Bittersweet: POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall (How Do You Love Me/Part 2) (Go Ahead And Lock Me Up Drabble)

Affinity Series: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Don't Care If It Sounds Cold. It Is, What It Is: Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Reader

Badda Boom Universe: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?: Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Sinners Prayer: Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

Strings Attached: Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

Eff Being Friends: Steve Rogers x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”, ? x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”, Ex!Thor x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci”, Ex!Loki x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci” (Go Ahead And Cry/Interlude)

Off To Never Never Land: Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

From The Jump: Dean Winchester x POC!Reader "Wildflower"

Please Believe Me: August x POC!Reader, Andy Barber x POC!Reader

I've got to feel, how it feels, to be loved by you...: Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" (Do You Know What Today Is?)

Grand Theft Autumn: Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader, College!Eddie x POC!Reader

Sins Debaucherous Carnival: (LUNATIC Universe) Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

I Could Lie: Dean Winchester x POC!Reader (Part II)

Cardio: Steve Rogers x Curvy!POC!Reader "Q"

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello good morning! And also welcome back. Can I request a Yandere Ror Gods x valkyrie reader?

(God) has been in love with the reader, time passed it turned as a obsession. When (God) learned that the reader will do volundr with their respective human fighter, which is also the reader's lover, it angered (God). I will leave you what will be the ending.

The gods are Thor, Poseidon, Heracles, Hades, Hermes, Odin, Loki.

The human fighter can be the God's original rival in the rounds of the ror series. Thanks a lot.

-He only had himself to blame, seeing you with another man, a human of all things. Had he not procrastinated, just choosing to watch you from afar, then maybe he would have been the one you’re smiling up at.

-His affection for you started long ago, many years, he admired you for your strength but also your kindness.

-As a Valkyrie, you were a warrior and a skilled one at that, but he also saw you with children, allowing them to hold your hands and pull you along after them, giving them such soft smiles.

-He wanted to approach you, to speak with you, but was content watching you from afar.

-Now he was there, watching you hugging another man from behind, pressing a soft kiss into his cheek, in love with another.

-You were unaware of (God’s) affection for you, as you had never spoken to him that wasn’t just a formal greeting, showing them respect, so he couldn’t blame you.

-He could, however, blame the human, fully prepared to get rid of this human and appear in your time of need, to comfort you.

-That is, until he learned you were going to be partnering with your lover as a Völundr in Ragnarok, the battle for humanity’s salvation.

-(God) knew, if you lost, if he won against your lover, you would be lost with him, you would crumble to dust, never to be seen again.

-Thor- It was hard for him to put his personal feelings aside, as he didn’t want to hurt you. However, he was able to get a momentary distraction with Lu Bu, who had proved himself as a worthy opponent, and dare he say it, Thor considered him a friend. The two were all smiles, fighting against one another, getting the challenge they both so desperately wanted. In the end, Thor proved himself to be the better warrior; his eyes couldn’t tear from your body, broken and bleeding, now fading away. He not only lost the love of his life, but also the only person who managed to go toe-to-toe with him, even if you did love Lu Bu rather than him. Thor refused to fight again.

-Poseidon- His mind was calculating the whole time during his match, trying to figure out if there was a way to get you and Kojiro to come apart, to break the bond. That way he could kill the lowly human that took you from him, and you would be safe and with Poseidon. These calculations, however, turned to Poseidon’s downfall, he was distracted and Kojiro was fighting for a non-selfish reason and Kojiro ran him through, slicing his body into several large chunks. As Poseidon fell, he glared at Kojiro but his eyes softened, seeing you appear beside the samurai and he kept his eyes on you until he vanished.

-Hercules- He didn’t want to hurt you, he didn’t want to fight you, but seeing you with a serial killer of all people, set his blood ablaze with fury. He had to rescue you, thinking Jack had tainted you, there was no way a Valkyrie like you was with a serial killer willingly. Jack could see his hesitance in fighting, like he didn’t want to hurt Jack, but was soon able to realize, Hercules didn’t want to hurt you. When you appeared, radiantly glowing, Jack could see the adoration Hercules had for you, as well as feelings of regret. When Hercules hugged Jack close, he was also hugging you, allowing himself to be killed, to keep you safe, to keep humanity safe.

-Hades- Not happy that you were bonded to his opponent, he didn’t want to hurt you; Hades was now faced with a dilemma, he could win the fight for the gods, but lose you, or let Qin Shi Huang and you win, and lose his life in the process. Despite being the king of the underworld, death was something Hades had never even thought about before, but knowing that you Valkyries were giving the humans an edge to fight on equal terms, Hades had to face reality sooner or later. Hades decided to go all out, not willing to pull any punches and if you and this human managed to beat him, then he could die peacefully with the knowledge he had a hard fight. As he vanished, he gave you a small, mysterious smile, one that confused you, as Hades gave a small nod to Qin Shi Huang, recognizing him as the true winner.

-Hermes- Your opponent was overconfident, cocky even, thinking Hermes could only play the violin, but Hermes had to admit, he didn’t look like a fighter, looking more like a butler. Knowing you were bonded to this man, this human, brought him so much anger and sorrow and he refused to hold back. (Human) was struggling, that was apparent, but he managed to land some harsh blows on the god, putting up a fight. Hermes managed to disarm (Human), throwing the blade away, as he knew that blade was you before he grabbed it, using you against (Human), against your lover. You broke the Volundr, not wanting to hurt your love any longer and with that, Hermes charged, running your love through, killing him instantly. You wept over your fallen love, watching him disappear and Hermes felt regret, making you cry, but hopefully now, he would have a chance to approach you.

-Odin- This magic was unusual for him, despite knowing many types of magic and knowing how they work, Volundr was one that was new for the All Father. Odin learned how it works, and what it could do, but now, facing (Human), with you as his Valkyrie, he needed to learn how to break it, to save you from your lover’s fate. Odin had no qualms fighting against your lover, the human who had managed to get you before he could, but did his best to not damage you, as you had taken the form of a sword. He would defend against you, but did his best to not cause any damage, at least until he could figure out the magic. At the end of the fight, Odin was the loser, fading slowly away, focusing too much on getting you, rather than paying attention to his opponent. Odin regretted losing you twice, both due to his own fault.

-Loki- Furious and violent, charged at (Human) with no hesitation, blaming him for taking you away, and now Loki was determined to take you back, one way or another. His fury blinded him, while it made him stronger, it made him reckless, and (Human) took advantage of that, beating Loki back. You had known Loki for years and you had never seen him in such a rage, not like this, it honestly frightened you, and you were one of the bravest Valkyries. When (Human) blocked another blow, he was easily able to tell that Loki wasn’t looking at him, it was like Loki was looking into him, looking at you, something you were quick to realize as well. You steeled your nerves, which (Human) felt and he charged, running Loki through. Loki refused to back down, even as he was crumbling away, Loki kept attacking, shouting out your name before he was dust. You held (Human) tightly once the bond broke, shaking in fear and he held you close, soothing you.

[willtheweaver]

Writemas day 3

A happy day 3! And cheers for the tag @fantasy-things-and-such

Today’s prompt is: A dungeon

Night had caught Sigmund unawares. He had gotten lost on the way to town and was caught out in the open when the sun had set. This late in the season, the cold was a real killer. As the temperature dropped, he ran in search of any shelter. Luck seemed to be with him, for not far away was an abandoned fort. Sigmund dashed across the open plain. The great doors were unlocked and yielded without struggle.

Sigmund placed one foot over the threshold. The floor seemed sturdy enough. He then placed the second foot in front of the first. Nothing. On the third step, his foot broke through a rotted beam, and he fell through the floor and into the fort’s dungeon.

Sigmund cleared the rubble and brushed himself off. He could see that the dungeon was not entirely dark. One of the cells had been converted into a crude fireplace, and a fire was burning steadily. He barely had any time to ponder it all when a booming voice spoke.

“Well, well, another visitor had dropped by.”

Sigmund turned around and saw a grotesque troll in front of him. The great brute was twice as tall as he was.

“Uninvited, yet not unwelcome. No food have I tasted in many days.” Sigmund could see the troll smack his lips.

“Wait!” Sigmund screamed. “I have a proposition: a contest of riddles. Your wit against mine.”

Laughter like the crash of boulders echoed around the dungeon.

“Puny human, I’d like you to know that my own wit is a match for Loki himself. If I am to win, I will consume you, flesh and bone. Should you outwit me, I will let you live.”

“Deal.” Sigmund said without any hesitation. He knew that even the most untrustworthy trolls and dark elves were bound to unwritten laws of the game and would dare not cheat. Besides, he had played the game as a boy and he still remembered many riddles and brain teasers.

As the challenged, he was given the choice as to who would say the first riddle. As Sigmund couldn’t think of anything, he let the troll go first. This was his riddle:

What lies inside the horn of Thor, vast and unending. Though drunk every day, the mead always returns to the tankard’s rim.

Sigmund knew the answer immediately.

“The tides.” He said much to the disappointment of the troll. He then said his riddle.

As vast as the world serpent, yet smaller than dust. Measurable yet immeasurable. So worthless we waste it, yet so precious we give up anything for more of it.

The troll thought for a moment. He then let out a thunderous laugh.

“Time, the answer is.”

Back and forth the duel went. Sigmund lost track of time. He had just answered another riddle when he realized that he had gone through all the ones he knew. His head was blank. Nothing came to him.

“Have you got a riddle?” The troll’s voice was ominous. “If not, then I will take it that you forfeit, and I win this game.”

“A moment, if you please!” Sigmund was desperate to come up with a riddle. He racked his head until something came to him. Before the troll could even move, he blurted out the following:

Neither tinder nor flint does light this fire. Neither wood nor oil sustains it. Invisible, yet it is felt by all. It warms the heart, and makes even the meekest stand against all that faces him.

This was something the troll had not heard before. He growled and hissed, stamping his feet against the ground trying to find the answer.

“No…no…I never lose! I always know the answer!” The troll screamed. At that moment, the first light of dawn streamed through a high window and into the dank cellars. The troll had enough time for his anger to turn to fear before the light hit his skin, turning him to stone instantly.

Sigmund panted and sighed with relief. He walked up to the troll and let out a weary smile.

“The answer my friend, is Hope.”

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By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | Life’s Perfect Ache!Paul Atreides x Pharao Hekau

I guess there’s nothing more romantic than dying with your friends

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊-𝐎’-𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 

Writing Challenge

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 | biker!Loki Laufeyson x black!Reader. Single parents AU

the past shows up on your doorstep. So much has changed, but some things are painfully the same…

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | Tsu’tey x black!fem!reader

Established relationship flash fiction

✶ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 | soft!dark!Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!reader

Soft!dark cuddling

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  | Vampire!Timothée Chalamet x werewolf!black!reader

How could you let them do this to you? How could you let them turn you into a monster? I guess you never learn 'til you live and you lost it. Live and you lost it

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 | Paul Atriedes x privateer!black!reader

Everything you have earned is a ship. With blue waves crashing into it. But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore. With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Charles Blackwood x female!reader

A brief look at the past. 

By ⚔︎ Suz ⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer

𖥔𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | DILF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

You think about quitting your part time job as a babysitter for the older and gorgeous Bucky Barnes, but he convinces you to stay.

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

its cousin Maddy's wedding day & Neville is a wreck

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Charlotte’s Family Tree

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

A blurb about the roast at Marcel's wedding, Ruby and Margo dont hold back lol

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Ruby and Neville visit his parents at St. Mungos

By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 | Vampire Bucky X Witch fem Reader.

Sequel to When the Leaves Fall

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 | Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!fem reader

Angst and activism in an Omegaverse/Soulmate AU

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place.

✶𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Chapter Summary: You encounter an unexpected visitor in your home.

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✬ Astro ✬ @eulalielatibule

𝐇𝐎𝐓-𝐓𝐎-𝐆𝐎 | Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By 𖤓Liz𖤓 @avengers-resident-idiot

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | marcille donato x falin touden

Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

𖥔𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Astarion Ancunin x Loki Odinson

Loki visits a strange new realm and meets an intriguing stranger.

© all works belong to the respective writers of the writers café server.

[percheduphere]

This image bothers me so much.

I wrote 2 long posts on speculation of a time loop occurring, where I think Mobius and Sylvie are in the narrative, and what may happen next if Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie are indeed the 3 original timekeepers.

Theory Post 1: read here

Theory Post 2: read here

I haven't discussed where Loki's positioned on the narrative in-depth. We know that his growth, very much influenced by his relationship with Mobius, has led him to:

1. Trust others

2. Believe in others

3. Care for others

4. Self-Reflect

5. Compassion for self

6. Compassion for others

7. Rely on others

NOTE: I don't think Loki ever lacked these capabilities. They were just pummeled by trauma. Mobius knew this, which is why he emotionally invested in him.

There are three plot points Loki needs to meet:

1. Convince Sylvie to join his side by passing on how he's transformed from Mobius's compassion to her.

2. Communicate, in no uncertain terms, how much Mobius means to him.

3. Discover the timeloop and break it to free the timestream they're all in.

Point #7, under his growth, is what makes me dislike the above screen capture. It suggests a self-sacrificial move to either fix or remove the Loom on his own. The implication would be that he's grown to the point of sacrificing himself for others, but we've already seen him do this in Avengers: Endgame. And honestly, he's died and suffered enough times that this feels exhaustingly rote.

On top of this, Loki may additionally be challenged to reverse his stance on TVA recruitment and/or allow Mobius (John?), B-15, and Casey (and OB?) to return to their lives with no memory of him. In other words, out of love for these people, he will sacrifice his friendships with them and choose to be alone (with the potential exception of Sylvie). Doing all of these things may break the timeloop, and it would certainly not be something HWR would expect (as he believes Loki is selfish).

Regardless, I hate this possibility. HATE IT. Yes, the self-sacrifice would show how far Loki's come, but I don't think heroism must always have such high costs. I would much rather have Mobius and Sylvie accompany Loki to the Loom, so that he will not have to make the sacrifice alone (proving that Loki ISN'T alone, but Mobius is not a god and wouldn't last 2 seconds at that level of temporal radiation.

My hope is the above screenshot was purposely used in the trailer as a mislead and that the true solution is something else.

My ideal outcome is for Loki to return everyone to their timelines with their memories intact. Everyone keeps in touch, stays friends, and can be called upon to reactivate the TVA as an emergency response team when needed. I would also love to see Mobius open his home to Loki (and Sylvie) if they need a place to stay and insist upon staying friends with regular visits (if not outright letting them live with him; besides he could use the childcare assistance). If the final shot is the entire team (B-15, Casey, OB, D-90...) sitting around Mobius's dinner table, sharing pie together, I will be so happy.

[buunicosplaytips]

5 Easy ways to get into cosplaying

Welcome to my first official post! To start off this blog let's explore how to even get started in cosplaying.

Things you should know off the bat about the world of cosplay:

~ Anyone can cosplay no matter their race, gender, or disability, everyone should be able to get into cosplay

~ Under no circumstance should you change your race for a cosplay

~You should not feel pressured to be the "ideal" weight or body type of a character, unless you're cosplaying a monster or an alien you shouldn't feel like you need to drastically change yourself to be "perfect" in fact every cosplay is perfect! ^^

Now that we have established rules, let's learn how to cosplay!

Pick a character

Now this is easier said than done, believe me, but the best way to pick a character is to find a show, movie, or game that you completely love and find a character that you like or resonate with a lot, also dont feel like you can't cosplay a character because you feel like you can't do them justice or you dont look like them, were all here to have fun! for example when I first cosplayed Loki, I felt like i couldn't do them justice because I was short, chubby, and just didn't look like them at all, but when I did cosplay them, everyone loved it and I felt so confident in myself, so lesson of the day, cosplay whoever you want if it makes you happy.

2. Buy or Make

so you picked your character, awesome! Now you need to know whether to buy or make your cosplay, now there's kind of a debate on whether you should buy or make your cosplay and I'm here to say:

it doesn't matter! unless you are going into the masquerade or cosplay contest, buying is not the worst thing you can do, believe me, buying or making your cosplay is completely up to you, whether you don't know how to sew or you need a cosplay ASAP, buying is fine, or if you like the challenge or your character is niche sewing is the way to go.

3. Improve your makeup skills

If you want to cosplay for fun or your cosplays don't need makeup you can skip this part. Still, suppose you want a professional look or want to cosplay a character that doesn't have a normal skin tone you should listen, now depending on your character and where they're from. In that case, your makeup should make sense for them, for example, if your character is girly do a girly makeup look with soft features and pastels for the eyes and lips, if your character is edgy do. Edgy look with dark colors for the lips and eyes, you can even add accessories that you think your character would like, with makeup you can even transform your face, for example, I usually cosplay men. Still, I'm afab and have a naturally soft face, to fix this I do hard contour on my cheeks, I can do a more in-depth post about cosplay makeup if anyone requests it.

4. Prop making

Most characters whether theyre from an anime or game, most likely have a prop with them, whether its something small like a Tesseract for Loki or something huge like a Keyblade for Sora, now like with buying or making your cosplay this applies to your props too, if you want to buy a prop that's fine and if you want to make it that's fine too, it all depends on your character and your skill level, I will say personally that you should have some skills in prop making because depending on how niche your character is a prop for them will most likely be hard to come by, this also applies to the whole cosplay as well.

5. Having fun!

Now this is the most important thing you can do as a cosplayer, having fun and being a good sport, when you first cosplay you'll see people whose cosplay looks great, but it might make you feel small, but the thing is that they most likely started out like you, ill be honest, your first cosplay will not be your greatest one, but having a great cosplay doesn't equal to happiness, what does though is the fact that your cosplaying your favorite character and making friends who also are cosplaying their favorite character, with cosplay comes community and making friends and just connecting over the things we all love is the most important thing you can do

Well I hope you learned a lot from this or at least the basics, if you have any questions or just want to add more on to it my ask box is open all the time so feel free to pop in

I hope we start the new year strong with fun and amazing cosplays! ^^

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Paradigm Shift 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it’s hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Dark roast, black. You're tempted to order one for yourself but the extra dose of caffeine might unhinge you after the morning you've had. Transfer, no desk, a firing, a stolen desk, and two painfully aloof bosses.  

You go back up to the office, the short reprieve offering some clarity but not solutions. There has to be some way to get more than a grunt and a closed door from these men. Geez, if you wanted to work with children you would've done so. 

You knock on Mr. Barnes' door. The one next to it opens first. Laufeyson considers you from head to toe and Barnes appears not a second after. He takes his cup without a thanks. 

"Mm, and where is mine then?" Laufeyson challenges. 

You blink, long and hard. Of course. Of course! You let out a slow breath, "what would you like, Mr. Laufeyson?" 

You don't miss the quiet snort from the other door and it closes before you can glance Barnes' expression. You have a suspicion he expected this. It's like your first job when you worked with a bunch of men in stocks. Their numbers were as bloated as their egos. 

“Matcha.” 

The door shuts in your face. Again. You bite down and stretch your fingers wide. It’s fine. It’s fine. Growing pains. 

Matcha... what? Iced? Latte? Hot tea? Smoothie? Wonderful, a guessing game. 

You will be getting yourself another coffee for the trouble. Another trip to Roasters and you settle on the simplest option; just tea. You’re certain if you’re wrong, he’ll let you know.  

You stand at the two office doors and contemplate your life decisions. Is this worth it? Can you beg Odinson to take you back? To send down another poor soul? You almost feel bad doing that to someone else. You’re about to give when that innate stubborn ticks in your jaw. It’s only been a few hours. You don’t just give up that easy. 

Knock, knock. There’s a delay before Laufeyson answers. You’re not put off by it. You know the tactic. It won’t work on you. If his tea is cold, it won’t be your fault. 

“Matcha, sir,” you hold out the cup. 

He accepts it and reads the sticker on the side. He narrows his green eyes and looks at you, “note for next time, I prefer Garcon’s to Roasters.” 

Click. Another shut door. You’re really starting to get angry. You laugh out the flurry of agitation and turn away. What else can you do but think of it as a joke? It has to be. It’s just that absurd. 

You sit at the desk and open your laptop. You get it hooked up to the monitor and refinagle the cords. That’s an accomplishment at least. A tiny morsel of victory. You glance around and frown. It’s like the waiting room in Beetlejuice; everyone looks miserable. Well, can you blame them? 

Your phone buzzes and you check the messages. Girl nights hangs like bait at the end of your day, keeping you swimming through dark waters. It’s a bit ridiculous. Your friends are all like you in one way but all vastly different in many other ways. You all spend your days taking care of men who couldn’t give a shit about any of you. 

You can already taste the Paloma; bitter grapefruit with the burn of tequila. You are dying to drink away this day. You look at the clock and nearly whimper. It’s not even one o’clock. Ugh. 

You plug away at your desk. You get the daily agendas templated then spend time scouring the web. You have something in mind. You’re pretty sure you can make it work. As long as those grumps can do the simplest of tasks. 

You customize the survey and send the link. You doubt you’ll get a response today or even at all. It’s a hail mary, really. Barnes’ door opens, then Laufeysons. Your chest fills with dread. Great. 

“Hello, sir and... sir,” you sit up as they approach. 

“What is the meaning of that quiz?” Laufeyson demands. 

“It’s not-- 

“Asking a lot, aren’t you?” Barnes crosses his arms. 

“No, I just--” 

“What business do you have about my dry cleaning?” Laufeyson hisses. 

“I have lunch when I have lunch. I'm not a child at grade school,” Barnes sneers.

“Okay, woah,” you put your palms out, “first, there’s an n/a column, you can choose not to disclose the information. Two, I need to know what to do. What do you want from me?” 

Both men frown and look at each other, then back to you. 

“I can think of one,” Laufeyson raises a finger, “don’t treat us as children who need you to put our socks on.” 

“Good one,” Barnes scoffs, “also, you could stop with calendar reminders.” 

“Those are automatic,” you mutter. 

“And the arguing,” Laufeyson points at you. 

You sputter, dizzy at their onslaught of criticism. They can tell you exactly what they don’t want but they can’t give you a clear answer as to why you are there. You calm yourself with a breath and sip of coffee. 

“Mr. Laufeyson, Mr. Barnes--” 

“Why him first? My name’s first alphabetically,” Barnes says. 

“I--” you stop yourself and take another taste of your coffee, “if my presence is getting in the way of your work, I will go back upstairs and talk to Mr. Odinson--” 

“Mr. Odinson? Thor?” Laufeyson says, “no, you won’t do that. In fact, that is another item for your list, no talking to my brother. Especially of me.” 

You could tear your hair out. You could hit your head on the wall. You could gauge your eyes out and drown yourself in your coffee. Instead, you smile. 

“Got it,” you say, “well, sirs, good luck with your meeting this afternoon.” 

“Yes, thank you,” Laufeyson intones. 

“Mm, sure,” Barnes says and they both turn on their heels then stop at once. They face you in sync with each other. 

“Meeting?” They ask. 

“Mmhm,” you nod, “it’s in your calendars.” 

They stare at you. 

“If that’s something you’d like me to brief you on,” you say tritely, “you can submit that in the survey.” 

Laufeyson hums dryly and Barnes growls. Neither says anything further as they retreat. You keep your eyes on the screen as your heartbeat races. You can’t believe you said that. 

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday/Thursday

I was tagged by @secretelephanttattoo who's going to have an awesome Marcus Moreno fic coming soon. 🥰 Whoo hoo!

I highly recommend her Quiet Moments collection. 😎

My writing has been a bit off. Darker with angst and triggering themes. I'm trying to find any sort of fluff or levity. It's not happening mostly. I've almost finished a sort of fluffy Joel/Celeste drabble that could have been fluffier but is not. I dunno why. I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I was working on my April Showers challenge and...we'll need more work on it. I wanted to be happy. Anyway, preview time! 😆

Joel and Celeste:

“Just fine little brother. Where ya comin’ from? I haven’t done much today, ‘cept be somewhere at the wrong time.” Joel shrugged his shoulders and gave his brother a quick hug. Tommy patted Celeste’s head and she swatted at his arm. 

“Ugh…Millers. You headed home Tommy?” Smoothing down her hair, she shook her head and looked toward the school again. Looked like he was right, and school was not letting out. She was considering heading home as well. “Tell Maria to make some tea for Joel when you get in.” She smirks and steps away, but Joel grabs the sleeve of her jacket. 

A random Javier Peña x female reader one shot (I've been trying to do a Javi P series forever and it never seems right. So I figured trying to write the man would be good practice. I can't just let there be a happy Javier Peña story. 👀)

You lied right to your friend’s face and told him that you like her, she seemed very sweet, that you three should go out for drinks and that she’s beautiful. The last one wasn’t a lie, she was stunning. The rest of it you’re still unsure how you made it all drop from your mouth so easily. His eyes light up and Javier says something that is as sweet as it is a stab, “I’m glad you like her. I was worried you might not and then I’d have to wonder if she’s really right for me. You’re the best ángel.” You think you smiled and gave him a hug before going back to dealing with the ambassador issue. It’s a blur. Getting back to your office and stopping yourself from yelling took priority over before getting back on the phone.

I'm also trying work on my Ezra, Dieter and Javi G stories. One of these I'll make progress on I think. Maybe even my Lucian mini-series though that one is angsty.

NPT: @rhoorl @maggiemayhemnj @goodwithcheese @julesonrecord @604to647

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @i-own-loki

@avastrasposts @tinytinymenace @paulmescal-s @inept-the-magnificent @fhatbhabie

@ohforficsake @alltheglitterandtheroar @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @julesonrecord @djarinmuse

@lotusbxtch @schnarfer @spacecowboyhotch

And anyone else who wants to. 😆

[brujitaadinbo]

I think that since I started writing on this platform, I have made it clear and evident like many other creators, that it is more than obvious that Din never lost his prominence within The Mandalorian, on the contrary… In the finale of this season we will see a more dynamic, more active Din, happy to have resumed his creed, his planet, the circles and the new people he surrounded himself with, like Bo Katan, all his advances and above all, he look satisfied. When we are within a group of people, it is inevitable to interact and here we can see their growth. Since Grogu decided and stayed with Din, his way of thinking definitely changed and the value of protecting, not only his tribe, now the boy, his new friends, his ally Bo Katan and with him grew. that now to his people and everything that surrounds him (the galaxy in general) Thanks to the fact that Bo directed him to "have a greater purpose" that you can hear how Loki's speech (I loved the series) actually makes sense . The character needed a new direction, a great character with charisma, despite his somewhat closed and introverted attitudes, he needs that breath of fresh air and to have a more appropriate path than just being a bounty hunter or a mercenary (look at Boba Fett, technically he was already pigeonholed in that because the same fandom no longer allowed him to leave there)

Din has shown that he not only takes risks in battle or in a physical fight, this season he decided to challenge luck and start giving opportunities and showing confidence (Bo katan) to see how far he could go and what could be achieved, a character that From the beginning, he appeared cold, indoctrinated, inaccessible, erratic, foolish and above all a wall showing feelings and emotions supported by his helmet and armor. It was obvious that the one who would start pulling down that wall would be Grogu, until each stone began to fall and revealed the real Din.

A noble, determined, brave, honorable, shared, humble, sincere man, of few words and a lot of action, reserved but attentive, observant, diplomatic and above all, a great companion. These qualities began to emerge little by little and to show themselves a lot in this season and especially next to Grogu and Bo katan. And they tell me that Din didn't grow and that he lost prominence?? Let me tell you in big letters a resounding, No… you are very wrong.

[terry-perry]

Smile Through Your Fear and Sorrow

Pairings: Ex!Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader, Steve x Peggy (implied, but can also be open to interpretation), Loki x Sylvie, Thor x Jane

Genres: Angst, songfic? (more of a story inspired by listening to a song multiple times), Family fic

A/N: Part 2 to this AU for my popular AU. Basically a “What If…?” scenario where Steve and Odinsdottir break up because he stayed in 1945. However, he returns sooner than what we saw in Endgame. And not alone…

Also decided to do a variation of Loki where he might've come back but is still part of the TVA.

Enjoy!

Y/N gave small bites of the bread Thor was sweet enough to bring her. He needn't bother since she wasn't all that hungry. She wasn't really feeling all that well actually. It's why she couldn't see her friends off that morning. She'll miss them dearly and told Thor and Val to offer everyone her best wishes, especially the newly betrothed couple.

She wanted everyone to be happy for Steve. He and Thor always got along so well, and that shouldn't change just because he was with someone else.

Y/N, meanwhile, had been on her own for the last year and a half. It was already a time of many challenges related to processing everything that happened with Thanos, but then Thor left with the Guardians. She and Valkyrie took over the ruling of New Asgard which involved a lot of paperwork, many officials to speak to, and hosting numerous ceremonies. There was no time to dwell on emotions.

She had no right to be angry with Steve, anyway, since it was a mutual decision for him to leave to not only return the stones but also himself to his proper time. Even though they were in love, he had the opportunity to be with his first love.

She didn't want to be selfish, even though she very much wanted him to stay. After everything, she wanted the simplicity they promised to have with each other. The normalcy they could never properly have except through stolen moments with one another.

But no, she let him go. He deserved happiness after all he sacrificed. If that happiness couldn't be shared with her, then so be it.

However, he showed back up without alerting anyone of his return. Not only that, but he brought her. He brought back his one true love he regretted leaving in 1945 to a world she could be better appreciated in. He was always doing what he could to make those he cared for feel loved.

On a similar note, Y/N wanted to do her best to be happy for Steve. Though if Y/N was being more honest, she knew it was for the best after observing the journeys each of her friends and family had endured regarding love. Wanda, Pepper, Valkyrie, and Strange -- Y/N knew each of their love stories ended in heartbreak somehow. She didn't wish to be part of all that.

Her brothers themselves found love during the unique situations they were in.

First, there was Thor and the Midgardian scientist Jane Foster. They were both different, but somehow they made it work. They taught each other their contrasting ways of life and demonstrated a shared level of respect and understanding for one another. Time went on, and their bond grew as they connected in an uplifting and meaningful way.

It was a pleasure to see her big brother happy. She was there to hear him set his sights on a bright future with Jane that included a welcoming home and many mini versions of him and Jane residing in said home. Yet she noticed that the more he considered a future with Jane, his concerns about losing it all increased. That's when he began to build these walls around himself and kept busy with various tasks that took him to other realms. It was when both he and Jane grew too busy for each other that they chose to discuss the space that formed between them. It became too challenging for them to communicate their thoughts and better to end it all.

Just when it felt like they were ready to give their relationship another chance, Jane decided to give up whatever was left of her health to help save everyone from Gorr. It was a difficult but necessary move that led to Thor making a fresh new start with his adopted daughter, Love. Y/N loved her darling new niece, seeing more of Thor in her every time she visited the pair.

Then there was Loki. It was just like him to fall for a variation of himself. He and Sylvie, this woman variant he talked about, were deeply passionate about what they did and shared many other common traits and ideals, which helped them develop a strong bond. They were able to get along well because of their shared values.

It was a rocky start, but they quickly grew close. Then Sylvie double-crossed him in a way that made him feel betrayed and heartbroken, seeing as he believed he got through to her similarly to how she got through to him. Although it had been a devastating experience, he did not feel the need to hold her responsible. If anything, he understood why she did what she did.

All he does now is travel through space and time with his companion, Mobius, in the hopes that he will find her again and spend the rest of his days with her in whatever way she desires.

That's the way it always goes. The combination of vulnerability and passion will be a powerful force that allows beings to show their feelings, which can be terrifying yet exhilarating. Then the time comes when it's all over. It was a painful realization but required.

It's better to have to hold one's own hand sometimes to protect yourself from harm and ensure that you're doing everything correctly. Perhaps that was the way for the children of Odin. Regardless of how long a romantic relationship lasts, it'll eventually end.

According to Thor, it's better to feel terrible about losing someone's love than to never experience it. He called it "feeling shitty." She believed her brothers had developed such unrealistic expectations for love, especially after suffering the heartbreak of loss and rejection they did. Although she appreciated Thor's input and his words on "feeling shitty" being better than pushing people away and closing off your heart, she wasn't ready to embrace the idea. She had other priorities that were a better use of her time than reflecting on her failed relationship.

It didn't matter that there were still times when she'd feel lonely and sit and think about the time they spent together. Good times like sitting on the roof of the old Avengers compound and talking about everything that came to mind, Steve clinging onto her in the mornings when she'd dare try to get out of bed, or watching old movies together. It's hard to remember the memories they made together.

It's why she wanted to do her best to show how happy she was for him. She didn't want it to be the same every time. She wished to avoid all the pain that came from seeing him. The best solution she could think of for moving on from such an experience was to smile and keep saying she was happy.

A sudden knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. She told the person to come in, thinking one of the handmaidens was going to enter and tell her that her friends had officially departed. She was hoping this would be the case since the news would help her further in continuing to move on from all of this. Unfortunately, this particular news brought a guest who made her heart stop.

"Captain Rogers, my lady,"

Tags: @casey1-2007 @stupendouslovegardener @vicmc624

[brsb4hls]

Ok, ok, ok, Loki: moral of the story.

I slept, I rewatched, I'm trying to be coherent.

So Sylvie. I know people love to hate her, but she's obviously integral to the plot, or they would have kept her at McD's in the second ep. Now what does she do?

She challenges Loki's viewpoint. There's a constant push and pull about what's right and wrong between them. And in 2x5 we've established that Loki simply just does not want to be alone.

But what about people's choices?

The only constant about the tva the narrative has established is pruning=bad.

Everyone was on branched time lines in 2x5, so when the tva took them before the branch could develop, everything around them would be reset.

So what about Mobius' kids? The show really invested some time in that. Mobius is trying, but struggling. He is in constant sale mode, desperate (even trying to sell to B15 later on). So he's short on cash.

And his kids need guidance. They call him at work and left to their own devices, they set shit on fire.

Mobius looks exhausted (the stubble etc). He's very sceptical and even afraid, when Loki shows up and finally agrees to come with him, because Loki says his boys are in danger.

If that Mobius stays at the tva, what about his boys? Why create such a huge emotional scene for nothing?

Also, if the time line hadn't branched (original version, where Mobius got taken at the nexus event), his boys would be erased.

Now from a Rick Sanchez pov that shit doesn't matter, but narrativly, there has to be something to it.

Sylvie challenges Loki by pointing out the branched timelines are what should have happened in the first place hadn't the tva not interfered.

They go back and forth about choices.

Point is, the choices were already made and lead to nexus events and branches and then the tva took those choices away. So Loki dragging everyone back cannot be good, right?

Sylvie wont interfere, even if she gets Loki on an emotional level, because it's not her place.

And Loki realizes that when he says everyone should go home after Sylvie didn't come with him.

Sylvie does interfere, when the branches are threatened, they dissolve, so she helps. She is very much about free will, but she is not careless. She always helped when needed.

BUT SHE DOES NOT WANT TO CONTROL.

Loki does!

So where will that lead? Loki will have to jump back and stabelize all the branches.

Victor probs wont succeed and Loki will do it himself.

But what then?

The morally correct thing would be to let all branches exist with the variants on them. (Especially if we take the soundbits into account when Loki is deliberatly slipping, B15 saying she was happy where she was, Mobius wanting to get back to his boys...)

If Loki gets powerful enough to safe and control time lines (the green lines in the trailer) he doesn't need the tva. He can keep an eye on Kang himself.

But he wants to keep his friends for selfish reasons.

So what will it be?

Also the end will be exactly what HWR predicted. Plus the tva has a fail safe (shown on the screen before spaghettification).

So does the tva have to keep existing? If so, to what extend?

Narrativly Loki would have to put everyone on their respective lines and sit his arse down at the citadel, making sure shit doesn't go sideways. Powerwise that would be cool, he would also be a true hero, but isolated again, after he just acknowledged he needs connections.

Side note: notice how Sylvie makes those connections? Everyone knows her by name. She's a regular at the bar and the record shop. She built herself a life, wrote her own story and encourages Loki to do the same.

So the 'happy ending' would be him saving everyone, and then building himself a life outside of tve tva (since that's an artificial place and his 'friends' there aren't themselves).

But that still leaves the treat of Kangs.

So how do we solve that moral dilemma?

To say it with Buffy:

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a starfire reader? LIKE HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO SEEING THE READER HAVE SUPER HUMAN STRENGTH AND BEING ABLE TO SHOOT BEAMS OUT OF HER EYES AND HANDS and ONTOP OF THAT BEING EXTREMLY GORGEOUS? , also you can pick the gods AND humans

-You were certainly the oddball in Valhalla, being from a completely different world all together, but you had proved yourself on earth as a hero time and time again.

-Your bravery and your kindness is what led Brunnhilde to choose you to come to Valhalla after you died, sacrificing yourself to save another.

-Valhalla was so vast and so beautiful and you got to meet many of the historical figures and gods that your friends had told you about.

-You were certainly an attention grabbing, be able to fly, shoot energy beams from your hands and your eyes, you were as physically strong as the strongest gods in Valhalla, but you were also a total smoke show on top of it!

-You couldn’t go anywhere in Valhalla without making heads turn, male or female, and you were so friendly and warm to everyone that you met that everyone could help but like you.

-Many challenged you to fights, wanting to test your strength, and you smiled so warmly that it actually threw them off before you showed off your combat knowledge and strength, you were able to take on groups of warriors on your own with ease!

-Hercules- One of the first people you met in Valhalla was Hercules and you remember your friends telling you that he too was a hero, so of course you had to meet him! He originally thought you were just a fan of his, but you surprised him with your strength, greeting him as a fellow warrior. After learning you were actually an alien, he was stunned and when he saw you sparring with other warriors, he asked to fight you and you were happy to oblige! You started off with friends, sparring, having fun, and just spending time with each other. Neither of you are completely sure when you started dating, as you clung to his back, your arms around his neck, pecking his cheek in greeting and he would always return it, treating you so softly.

-Loki- You met Loki high up in the sky above Valhalla, flying through the clouds before you noticed you had a tail, an unknown man flying after you. You were easily able to lose him in the clouds, almost like you were playing tag with this man. He lost you, looking around, “Where did she go?” you lunged out of the clouds, your arms wrapping around his neck, “I win!” when he managed to turn, annoyed that you managed to best him, he was stunned by your beauty and open affections. His arms wound around your waist, giving you a warm grin, “You sure did!” your elation at his words made him smile so warmly as you spun around together in midair, having fun. Loki was quick to call dibs on you, and when you asked him what that meant he just grinned, telling you that he wanted to date you! You were shocked but were quick to tackle him to the ground to attack him with kisses, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

-Nikola- When he found out you were an alien, an actual real alien! He almost ran you over when he full power sprinted to come and find you. He was in awe, you looked nothing like how he thought you would look like, you mostly looked human, save a few features like your unique hair color and eyes. You were amazed to learn this enthusiastic man was a scientist, and you were elated to tell him all about your people and your powers. Nikola was quite shy when you picked him up princess style, holding him so easily, and flew around with him, but he did admit that it was fun! You allowed him to study the energy that you fired from your hands and eyes, letting him ramble about the radiation behind it without it being harmful to others unless if hit by one. Nikola was definitely just in it for the research, but when you started to hug him and cling to him, asking questions, it was pretty hard not to fall for you. When he gave you a flower, a rose, telling you that he liked you and wanted to date you, you fried his brain after attacking him with kisses, but he had a big smile on his face, so you knew he was fine.

-Chen Gong- How in heaven, hell, Valhalla, space, wherever- did Chen Gong manage to get your attention?! This was a question many asked themselves every single day! Yes, he was a respectable man, serving under the powerful Lu Bu, a great strategist, and had unwavering loyalty, but how did he get a babe like you?! You chose him because he was so sweet to you, treating you like you were the most precious thing in the universe to him, treating with you so much respect and adoration, never doubting your strength, and his loyalty and devotion to you is what drew you to him. You can’t remember exactly how you met him, all you can remember is how red his face gets when you hug him, hanging off his shoulders while you float behind him. The more time you spent with him the less red he would get when you would hug and kiss him, but it turned into a bit of a game for you, to see how you could get his cheeks to flush; while embarrassed sometimes by your antics, he adored you to pieces.