#mha hart mah sole

[metallicaislife]

gonna nerd out on you for a second but i always look forward to checking your account to see if you’ve posted anything<333 you’re so super cool and a real queen for keeping the cliff girlies fed thank you isa❤️

Thank you so much!!! Seriously that is so sweet I can't even 😭❤️

I wouldn't be this far without the support from you and so many others, so really thank you for your support and love!!

Cliff girlies unite!! ❤️❤️

Also y'all have given me a nickname nobody has ever called me before and it's making me melt🥰🥰

^^^^ literally me anytime someone sends a request or a sweet message you're the best. MWAH❤️❤️❤️

[didyouserviceoberon]

Gabe’s grandma the gotdang GOAT.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Me causally ruining your day and saving your day in the same post with random Pinterest pics I found (don’t remember the people who posted them, sorry! 😓)

[birbienette]

they look like a little happy family :((( 

[4arlie-r]

Mah hart, mha sole.

[pegedraws]

Augh TT.TT

Small doodle based on this part of TEL

[pegedraws]

If it takes forever I will wait for you For a thousand summers I will wait for you Till you're back beside me, till I'm holding you Till I hear you sigh here in my arms.

I gotta draw some of the cute and happy scenes too, but this had to be first because mha hart, mah sole.

I'll come back to this book at the latest on my re-read when my physical copy arrives. In the meantime, I'll try to survive TEK. @rarilight

E:

Oh, and the "For you, a thousand times over." thing sent me.

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hi! |･ω･) Look what've you done with that Sawashiro post to mha hart and mah sole! Now I'm screaming and crying and yelling into the void (:‚‹」∠) I need more softness! Domestic softness post Yakuza 8 please! Thanks!

Some more Sawashiro fluff coming up cause replaying LAD is making me realize just how truly down horrendous I am for the guy.

Living with just one eye proves hard. He plays it off like it’s no big deal, but you know it affects him. His peripheral vision specifically is not what it used to be, so sometimes he doesn’t see you coming up from behind him and he gets startled. You’ve made the mistake of sneakily coming up from behind him and hugging him, and though he knows your intention is to be cute and all, he can’t help but go stiff and freeze. It’s not really something he can handle. He does like the hugs though (he didn’t realize just how much he needed a nice hug until you first gave him one and he had a near breakdown), so now you make sure to only approach him from the side where you know he can see you.

Even after his wounds are totally healed, you still like checking in on his eye and some of the ones that never really went away. He put up a fight at first, but ended up giving up once he realized you wouldn’t budge on that. And, if he’s gotta be honest... it’s a different kind of intimacy than he is used to, but he likes it nonetheless, being close to you like that and knowing he’s cared for like that.

He doesn’t really have to wear a tie anymore, but he still does sometimes just so he can ask you to tie it for him. Usually, the excuse is a fancy dinner date or something along those lines. You kind of picked up on this behavior after the third time, but never say anything because you think it’s cute of him.

[kaoishino]

mha hart mah sole Dehya

[interdimensionalvoid]

Another, kinda sad idea I had is that in an attempt to help Arthur search for Lewis (without going all over the place), Kevin and Streber put up missing person's posters for him around the spookytown. Ironically, one of these posters ends up next to Dexter's missing poster

NOOOOOO MHA HART MAH SOLE

also maybe that’s how they start investigating Dexter?

[didyouserviceoberon]

#this is so tender #mha hart, mah sole

Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. “Ha! Buhbuh ba ha.” And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. “Ah. Habah ba ah” as she listened attentively.

And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability “come see.” And the adult went.

[metallicaislife]

1. we share a favorite flower! I actually have three sunflowers tattooed on my arm!

2. the theme is called "The creepy cute goth coloring book" by Gaynor Carradice

3. I think I finally have the confidence to publish? speaking of the blog, as promised, im gonna write a fic for you, so who (I'm gonna write for Skid Row, Met, Megadeth and GNR) would you like for yours?

Jewel

1- ahhh that is so freaking cool!! Are those the only tattoos you have?? I currently have none, but I have ideas for 2!!

2- Ooo that sounds so freaking cool! I love coloring! lmao my dad got me a superman coloring book and a 24 pack of crayons XD

3- Ahhh I am so freaking excited, and sooooo grateful!!! I would love a Cliff one please💚

[reviiely]

hi! it’s me, first anon!

sorry it’s taken me this long to see all this—life has been hectic as of late—but i just wanna say i was really blown away by your response!

i was honestly expecting something along the lines of headcanons—yk, dot points of how you thought the scene might go, but actual ficlets? and more than one? you spoil us XD. (but you have my deepest gratitude for doing so haha :’))

i will admit your jealousy ficlet satisfied something in me, not sure what it was but it’s satisfied lol—i just find it so satisfying to dive deep into may’s psyche, mostly because of, but not limited to, her characterisation as the perpetually stoic/in-control character who actually just can’t afford to not be that way because she feels much too deeply.

so though it wasn’t my ask, i just wanted to say i love love love how you handled skye’s transition into daisy, and her conversation with may about it. there was such an… i guess intimate? maybe tender? vibe about their exchange and it was so obvious how much each cared about the other and it was just— ugh. mha hart, mah sole.

i suppose i would speak for a fair few many of us when i say im hoping to convince you to tell us just a little bit more about when skye shot herself with an icer?

did may run with her, like she did in canon? did skye grab the icer from her hip? did may think it was a real gun at first? did she see katya instead of skye when she turned around? (sorry, can you tell i really like angst & h/c? XD)

and, uh, this is getting really long so i’m just going to stop it right here or else i… probably won’t ever stop, tbph haha. thank you for all the crumbs and warm soup you’ve fed us thus far, particularly recently!

and just in case: please don’t rush yourself to answer this—take all the time you need! i’m aware i asked a lot of questions 😅 sorry about that, but i hope this still helps you have some fun (maybe?) rekindling the a.o.s. sparks, and i look forward to what you’ll come up with! :D

Hii first Anon! Sorry it took me such a long time to answer, and I don’t have the ficlet written right now, but it’ll be coming within the next few days! And yes, I love spoiling every single one of you because yall make me very happy with your requests and asks and things.

I’m so happy you liked jealousy and the name change fic! And I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts on them too, if they have them. I really tried to capture them because as yall know, I haven’t exactly written them for a few months. I’m glad to hear that I’m doing alright so far.

As for that scene, don’t worry, I’ll write it. I really really wanted to do that scene, but I have no clue where I left the planning page for that, so we’ll have to uh… take a break due to some technical difficulties. But I fully intend on writing it. I promise. I also kind of want to write that scene with her and Andrew afterwards. Like I said, we’ll see. It’ll be fun!

Thanks for the ask, first Anon!

x Viie

[cauilflower]

Hey did u do the google maps australia fanfic? Bc if u did just want to tell u that shit touched my soul. I'm on mobile and cba to log into ao3 so im telling u this here. It was one of the most, well paced, fun, soul baring, straight up touching things I've read. 10000000000000000/10 mha hart mah sole. And if u didn't write it apologies for having to read my 2am ravings

Thank you! I'm so happy it's held up long enough to still get some kudos here and there, and I appreciate you reaching out to me to let me know you enjoyed it! That fic was a labor of love in more ways than one, and the reception it got from readers is something I'll always hold close to my heart. I'm no longer active in fandom spaces, but occasionaly I do think about putting a bow on it and finishing the fic🦩 who knows maybe I just need to do a little more acid this summer 😜

[muddyorbsblr]

mha hart. mah sole 🥺💖

Dandelions

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

(Yes, this is fluff inspired by the song "Dandelions" by Ruth B)

Maybe it was the way that you said his name. Or maybe it was the way that you offered your love for him to claim.

Loki watched from the Bifrost, looking down as you went about your day on Midgard. It was almost time for one of his favorite moments of the day. A moment for which he would set all of his affairs on Asgard aside, instead turning his attention to you and only you, his Midgardian devotee.

Standing in the field three blocks away from your apartment, you adjusted your heavy coat and picked up a small, whitish-yellow flower, bringing it up to your lips. 

You closed your eyes and whispered,  "Loki, the son of Odin and the companion of Thor." 

And then you blew the dandelion, sending its seeds into the wind. When you opened your eyes, you placed the stem down and picked up another flower, invoking Loki again with a whisper. 

"Loki, the son of Odin and the companion of Thor." 

Reader POV: 

According to something you had read on the internet, the dandelion was known as Loki's Bloom. Since then, you began making a small habit of picking up the dandelions and blowing them in his name. You would do anything to bring the Norse God of Mischief into your life, despite some scholars saying that he was actually someone who shouldn't be wanted. 

The truth is that you nurtured a deep affection for Loki, ever since you had first read the stories about him and heard legends of his exploits from many an online scholar. You weren't sure what you loved the most about him: his cleverness, his intelligence, his playful nature, or his handsomeness (almost everyone in the stories- gods and goddesses and humans - described him as very good-looking). He was already one of the greatest heroes you'd ever believed in, even though you had never seen him in your life.

You began to create your own version of Loki, who soon became a source of comfort in your hectic, often anxiety-inducing life. He was a tall man with beautiful features: dark hair because it appealed to you the most, pale skin due to the climate, green eyes, and slender fingers that made every touch feel like magic. And he always knew the right thing to say at every moment, whether it was a witty remark that made you laugh or soothing words that eased your fears. 

You found often yourself dreaming about your Loki at night. Sometimes he was dining with the other gods in Asgard, sometimes he was riding upon a horse, sometimes he was conjuring spells and illusions in the Nine Realms, sometimes he was enticing a new lover into his bed, and sometimes he was in solitude, enjoying a piece of literature.

"Loki, the son of Odin and the companion of Thor," you silently wished when you opened your eyes and held your pillow close. "Grant me a companion with your wit, your mischief, your bewitching nature. If not you, then let me have someone just like you in my life."

And as your love for Loki grew stronger with every new facet you learned about him, you began looking for ways to show your affection for the god. A voice inside you said that Loki - a god living in Asgard or Jotunheim - might never pay attention to you, just another human, but…it felt good to be doing things for someone who had brought you such sweet dreams. And because you simply adored him. 

For months, you experimented with new recipes for cookies, breads, and cakes after reading an article about how the Norse God of Mischief enjoyed sweet offerings. Thanks to his blessings, most of them turned out delicious. After expressing your gratitude to Loki, you would whisper his name and present the dishes up as if offering it to him. Though he might never see or taste it, it still felt wonderful to perform acts of love in his name. 

Other things you did for Loki included reading aloud stories to him, saving digital photos of artwork you thought Loki would like, and most recently, wishing on dandelions. Wishing on dandelions for someone you might never see outside of dreams.

Back to Loki's POV: 

If only you knew the truth, my dear, Loki thought to himself. You were wrong to think that Loki did not know about the way that you felt about him. That he did not notice all the gestures that you performed to show him that you belonged to him. 

Loki tilted his head, and watched you with a smile. He had never known anybody like you, so devoted to pleasing him. He relished the fragrances of the baked delicacies you prepared in his name, the way you wafted the scent towards the heavens so that he could enjoy them. He was amused when you created a form for him to assume, one that made you fall in love with him even more. He was delighted by how fervently you wished for a companion just like him.

And now here you were, standing in a field of dandelions, wishing for the same thing. 

Knowing there was only one thing to do, Loki closed his eyes. 

When he opened them, he stood at the same field of dandelions where he'd seen you earlier. Lost in your own thoughts, you were gazing at the setting sun after wishing on several dandelions. Loki invoked a magic spell that transformed himself into the handsome, green-eyed man with chin-length hair who captured your heart. He transformed his clothing into a long-sleeved green tunic, dark trousers, and a suit of black and gold armor. Then, Loki picked another dandelion and offered it to you.

"Will you not wish upon this one, my lady?" 

You turned around, and Loki smirked. He stepped forward and gently placed his hand upon your cheek, your lip trembling at his touch. 

"You wished for me, did you not? Here I am." Loki gently said, watching the shock upon your face morph into a smile. "If only you knew how powerful you are, sweet one. You have brought a god at your mercy with your acts of love."

[holy-mothxr]

Unprompted

@thecassandradimitrescu​ asked: *leaves a few dead animals at Miranda's doorstep*

This time around there seemed to be a small assortment of animals left for Miranda to pick through. She didn’t even need to take a second to know just who it was that placed them there either as such an arrangement had been going on for some time. The other villagers may assume that these were sacrifices to please her, and while they weren’t quite right, they weren’t wrong to assume that such gifts were pleasing to the priestess.

“A rabbit, a deer, and an Elk huh? Going by size this time are we?”

This was muttered more to herself than anything as she wasn’t quite certain if the flies flitting about the corpses nearby were Cassandra’s or not. Regardless. these animal corpses will be put to good use, their fat, meat, and bones will all prove beneficial as either food or even decoration.

By this point, Miranda could assume that she had some of the most animal pelts around the entirety of the village and by one being no less!

Before dragging each body within her home to be skinned and cleaned she did look up to eye one of said flies and even though it felt silly to do so, she uttered a more audible “Thank you, vovchytsa. ” before gingerly shutting her door.