#muse: lofn

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

"Adult content stream" (Gene and Lofn)

Send ‘Adult Content Stream’ For the receiving muse to fuck the sending muse during a livestream or broadcast.

Lofn loved her life, her work, and her passions; all of which featured as factors into her having started doing online sex work. Other gods had done the same, though she differed from a good number of them when it came to the fact she had no shame about it whatsoever, others would obscure their face or hide it, but Lofn embraced herself and her passion for passion fully. Because of that her online presence exploded seemingly overnight and now she found herself doing more collaborations with other women. The bedroom she had set up for live-streaming featured sensual lighting and three different camera angles of the bed while soft, copyright free slow jazz played in the background. It was her first time streaming with Gene, though they’d had a lot of conversations in preparation for this moment, and thousands of people were watching live. Despite being watched by an ever growing number of people, Lofn’s attention was focused purely on the woman whose thighs sandwiched her head. To her, eating a woman out was one of life’s greatest joys, a task she was quite good at given the fact she didn’t need to breathe. A moan escaped her mouth as she pressed her face deeper into Gene, fucking her with her tongue as she grasped firmly onto her thighs.

[dark-and-kawaii]

The Truth

Haarlep x F!Tav

Summary: They were like oil and water, constantly bickering and mocking each other's every move, acting as if they hated one another.

Notes: Haarlep is written as a male in this one. This is about Lofn my Tav and Haarlep but I wanted everyone to enjoy it so I didn’t name her in it <3

*ੈ Enemies To Lovers | Bickering | Raphael Is Annoyed | Making Out

Sitting in his archive, Raphael looked up from the contact he was attempting to write out. He could hear his little mouse and incubus bicker yet again…

“Fine!” She shrugs her shoulders and turns her back to Haarlep.

"Fine," he muttered, nonchalantly raising his own shoulders and crossing his arms, "It's quite amusing you know, how you boast about your intelligence yet swiftly metamorph into an ignorant imp when confronted with the truth."

She rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk, "It's adorable how you resort to petty insults, but I suppose it's easier to belittle others than to face your own shortcomings, isn't it?"

They were like oil and water, constantly bickering and mocking each other's every move, acting as if they hated one another.

She turns back to look at him slightly only to stick her tongue out at him before walking away. Haarlep can’t help but to tilt his head to the side to glance at her, she was really leaving!?

Just as she was about to leave, Raphael entered his boudoir, "Could you enlighten me as to the significance of this commotio-“

She swiftly took hold of Raphael’s arm, her arms entwining with his, “oh thank goodness you’re here,” she pointed at Haarlep, “Please remove this creature from my sights!”

Raphael’s nose scrunched at her words as he gazed at the incubus, “What did you do?” His voice was low, his hands meeting with hers as she clung to his arm.

“I? Bahaha” Haarlep’s tail flicked around restlessly.

Haarlep's wings unfurled slightly, a defensive posture that was more for show than a real threat. "I did nothing more than speak truths that delicate ears cannot handle," he retorted with a sardonic grin. His gaze was locked with hers, a silent challenge passing between them.

The little mouse huffed, her cheeks puffing out in indignation, "He was being insufferable, Raphael!”

Haarlep couldn't help but observe the tightening of her grip on Raphael's arm. The incubus wore a knowing smile, shaking his head in response to her acting, possessive behavior. It was clear to Haarlep that she was caught up in her own delusion, unable to face the truth they both knew. The truth that she harbored genuine feelings for him, a mere incubus, rather than the infamous devil known as Raphael. And it was this denial that had led them into this situation they found themselves in.

Haarlep cocked his head at her, “The truth is like a sharp blade, capable of cutting through illusions and revealing the raw reality beneath, aye little mouse?”

Releasing Raphael’s arm, her lip twitched, “Truth!? Ha!” Waving her arms up she stormed out of the room.

The two watched as she huffed and left the room, her heels clicking down the hall, echoing as she continued down the corridor.

"It seems as if my words struck a chord," Haarlep mused.

Raphael scowled, "I’ll deal with you later, and I implore you to maintain silence when around her. She’s a valuable asset that I require.” With that, he was gone.

As she stormed down the halls of Raphael’s domain, she huffed and spoke to herself, “admit it, he says!” She moved her hand to mimic talking, her voice twisted to mock Haarlep’s, “Why don’t we play a game and you give yourself to me, he says! Ha!” She rolled her eyes, turning the corner.

There in the hallway, the incubus was leaning against the wall. A sly smirk crossed his lips as she halted her stride. She scoffed and shook her head, moving to walk past him. Just when she was almost cleared of him, he grabbed hold of her waist and pressed her back against his chest before wrapping himself around her fully. His wings like a protective fortress, shielding her from the storms of life and providing a comforting embrace. She turned to glare up at him, her cheeks dusted with a pink hue .

He nuzzled his head into her hair, “Hmm, I think we both woke up on the wrong side of Raphael today-“

“I appreciate your apology, now let me go.” She wiggled in his hold.

“Bahaha, apology? Dear girl, I do not apologize.”

“Just stop talking, your voice is only going to upset me more,” she continued to wiggle about.

His tail wrapped around her wrist, bringing her hand up to his face, he pressed her palm into his cheek. Her breath hitched as his fingers caressed her own. He swore he could hear her heart quicken…

He leaned in, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice low, husky, and teasing, "Oh my dear little dove, what is it you want?”

She could feel her body grow warm, the hairs on her neck and arm standing, “not you.” She murmured.

Haarlep couldn't contain his laughter, "Of course, how silly of me." His tone was laced with amusement, his body vibrating against hers as he held her close, "You can't deny me your feelings forever.” He closed his eyes, relaxing in her presence.

She turned her head, their faces inches apart, her eyes soft matching her voice, "and you can't always get what you want..."

The incubus smiled and opened his eyes, his hand cupping her chin, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her own, "so it seems with you, but I can always try."

Her eyes were transfixed on his lips, her breath coming out in shallow pants, her voice but a whisper, "Haarlep..."

"That's my name..." his lips brushing hers as he spoke. His smile was devious as his lips pressed against her own, the taste of her was all too intoxicating… Haarlep knew she could feed him for days, fully satisfied.

She didn't fight it, she couldn't. The kiss she had been wishing for all this time was like a drug and she was hooked. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

They kissed as if the world around them was falling apart. His lips were demanding, taking control, stealing her very soul; in a way that was more poetic than literal, he didn’t wish to see her fall by his hands.

He pressed her against the wall, his tongue exploring her mouth, intertwining with hers. Their breathing intertwined as his fingers weaved through her hair while she pulled at his. They groaned and gasped, her body pressing against his. He gently bit her lip before they parted, a thin strand of saliva linking their lips. With a chuckle, he licked his lips, observing her closely, and the flush of red on her cheeks elicited a contented purr from him. His tail gently stroked her hip and thigh.

She was so soft…

The urgency in his eyes softened to a tender warmth that acknowledged the depth of their connection. She stood there, breathless and vulnerable, yet enveloped in the profound realization that amidst her facade, she truly did find an oasis in Haarlep’s arms.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a gentleness that contrasted his previous urgency. His tail still caressing her sides.

"Play a game with me, little dove?"

[cffidelityy]

basics

full name: Sigyn Iwaldidottr nicknames/aliases: incantation fetter, the north star, victory woman, goddess of fidelity, little dove (by @king-of-darkness) height: 4 feet 11 inches age: 1200+ (verse dependent) zodiac: Pisces spoken languages: allspeak (i.e. all of them)

physical characteristics

hair color: platinum blonde eye color: pale blue skin tone: pale body type: athletic build with a slight hourglass shape dominant hand: right scars: botched c-section scar, blast-shaped scar on her left hip, litterings of battle scars on her arms and legs tattoos: Valkyrie tattoo on her left shoulder blade birthmarks: none most noticeable features: her hair and wondering eyes

childhood

place of birth: Vanaheim siblings: Nanna, Syn, Lofn, Idunn, Var, and Snotra (sisters) Hnossa (Half-sister)

parents: Iwaldi & Freya

adult life

occupation: (verse dependent) Princess of Vanaheim, Teacher at the Sanctum Sanctorum, Nurse, Apothecary Owner current residence: verse dependent: New York/ New Asgard / Asgard or Vanaheim friends: (verse dependent): Stephen Strange, The Avengers, Some of the main cast from Baldur's Gate, Dean Winchester relationship status: (verse dependent): Usually married to Loki, Otherwise considered single unless discussed with other muses driver's license: yes, although prefers to be driven by others or useage of portals criminal record: associated with Loki's crimes despite not being directly involved. vices: pride, being too naive and forgiving

sex & romance

sexual orientation: Bisexual with a preference for men preferred sexual role: Bottom-- occasionally a switch libido: medium turn-ons: strength, intelligence, wit, confidence, patience, possessiveness, open-mindedness, dirty talk, athletic build, hair pulling, biting, choking turn-offs: disapproval, controlling behavior, non-consensual force, lack of respect, one who is quick to anger love language: to receive: words of affirmation, physical touch & to give: acts of service and quality time relationship tendencies: protective, desperate for approval, patient, understanding, slow to fall in love, doting

miscellaneous

hobbies to pass time: knitting, gardening, practicing magic, sparing, boxing mental illnesses: PTSD, anxiety, depression

tagged by: @emeraldxphoenix

tagging: @righteouslysin, @lunarrepel, @musezieren (Gale), @king-of-darkness & anyone else who want too <3

[thearachive]

❝ let it in my system, ᲼ soothingly paralyzing me.

╌╌╌╌╌╌【 ꜱ ᴘ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ 】╌╌╌╌╌╌

‹ oracle (coming soon) ›

• ❛ TIFFANY ❜ @anthem on aug 3 ; ebody reborn + waifu/mounds/juicy rolls, legacy + perky & maitreya.

‹ lilithé ›

• ❛ LOFN ❜ @tws ; 5 neck & 2 chin options, fresh/faded/worn/faint versions for evox/bom.

╌╌╌╌╌╌╌ 【 ᴄ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ᴛ ꜱ 】 ╌╌╌╌╌╌╌

ʻ 𝘨 𝘦 𝘯 𝘦 𝘵 𝘪 𝘤 𝘴

head - ceylon 3.1  @lelutka.

lashes - ‘flutter’ @void.

body - ebody : reborn @ebody reborn store.

hair - ‘barbwire’ @stealthic.

ʻ 𝘤 𝘰 𝘴 𝘮 𝘦 𝘵 𝘪 𝘤 𝘴

moles - ‘metronomy kit’ @veltica.

freckles - ‘simple freckle pack’ @okkbye.

ʻ 𝘢 𝘱 𝘱 𝘢 𝘳 𝘦 𝘭

coat - ‘expensive taste v2’ @muse.

ʻ 𝘴 𝘦 𝘵

pose - ‘tess’ [modified] @versuta / the fifty.

backdrop - 'muse' @foxcity.

˙ᵕ˙

[celestialcrcwn]

Have past roleplays influenced the way your character is today?

@gretaphasmatosmartin

Oh most certainly! Many of my older muses such as Elena, Margaret, Bonnie, Lofn, etc. Have many attributes of their lives and personalities that were influenced by past roleplays. The characters of old writing partners such as yours have attributed greatly to some of my older muses growth and I mean that in the absolute best way.

[esserisupremi]

Muse Families

Freyja ( Mother )

Svala

Hnossa

Frederick

Sjofn ( Mother )

Tahir

Samara

Lofn ( Mother )

Natasha

Carina

Valerie

Rolnen

Michael ( Father )

Constance ( Mother )

Breanna

Brooke

Benjamin

Nareena

Caillen

Bridget

Caoimhe

Elena ( Mother )

Katherine ( Sister )

Margaret ( Sister )

Natalie ( Daughter )

Lucy ( Cousin )

Bonnie

Brittney

[etresroyaux-a]

Lofns Four (adopted ) Children { Eldest To Youngest }

Natasha

Carina

Valerie

Rolnen

All of Lofns children reside with her. One way or another she rescued them and they all appreciate her to no end. Though not biologically hers, Lofn does love them as if they are. Despite how different they are, she loves each for who and what they are. Her children mean a lot to her while she means a lot to them. 

[kcystotheheart]

{🍎} Me? Making NPCs for KHDR? More likely than you think. Even if they’re mostly for fun.

Lofn - Parents are very wealthy, but helps out at an Apothecary and Candle Shop. Her parents are very old fashioned and want her to marry someone of equal status to her... but are against her being with someone of the same gender.

Vidar - Keyblade Master, one of the many defenders of Scala and keeper of peace between the worlds. Lost part of his sight in a battle against Darkness, teaches the history about magic and the various types and how they can be used effectively.

Iona - Wasn’t originally from Scala, however her world was swallowed by Darkness and due to the light in her heart; she ended up passed out in the courtyard. She now owns an antique shop, and seems to specialize in potions and unique items.

[unntural-a]

she’s so gorgeous.

[cursedregality-a]

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[yascaret]

[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?

Is horrible, was horrible, has always been horrible. Lofn grew up in the shadow of her eldest sister, who was the very pinnacle of viera perfection as far as she or her mothers were concerned. Every single one of Lofn's shortcomings and neuroses was compared against her sister and, more often than not, found wanting. This stoked a deep resentment for her family and her culture from an early age and set her on the path that eventually saw her exiled from the Wood.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Make Your Muse!

There are two different picrews, both with a different body shape!

Option 1

Option 2

My sweet babies, we got Ariadne and then Lofn (goddesses go together) Zura in the middle, and then Tybalt and Melora on the bottom (literary characters with a penchant for violence my beloveds)

tagged by: @betterto-die-thanto-crawl

tagging: literally anyone who wants to lol

[kiaranwrath]

She needs firewood. The barren Coerthas is freezing with hardly any foliage, it’d do to be prepared. Kindling. A compass. Maps. Rope. Fifty fulms? Maybe a hundred. To be safe. Her sleeping bag’s tied and ready in her room, as are the travel rations, and a special pack made by the Head Chef. A whetstone? Extra cartridges, maybe.  Apples? Kiaran is brought from her mental checklist - the same she’s worried over thrice now - as she realizes there’s a basket before her apartment door, brimming with crisp, red apples. Her heart sinks. Another gift from Lofn? Another pass at her by Grimar?  Her fingers dig into her jaw, willing the muscles that tense there to ease as she sets to approaching with newfound caution. The basket’s plain; the apples fresh. Try as she might, she spots no note beside it, and it’s with some reluctance she crouches to examine them closer without going so far as to pick them up.  No sign of their origin is made apparent. It is the fifth gift left at her doorstep this week - though the first, she muses, to go unclaimed. It is becoming a trend she is tiring of. Rapidly.  “If they’ve not the courage to deliver it themselves, to look me in the whites of my eye as they do...” It is a murmured complaint as her elbow braces against her knee and her fist, against her jaw, her eyes lidding as she stares at the apples.  It is fortunate timing that further down the hall, a door opens, and one of the company’s retainers steps out. There is brief eye contact. A polite smile on her part, a subtle nod on Kiaran’s. “Did you happen to see who left these?” The retainer’s clearly off-put by the fact Kiaran actually addresses her and it’s with some seconds of staring that pass before she gets her wits about her.  “O-oh, yes, actually! Ah... The odd fellow who never takes off his helmet.” This news takes a moment to sink in. Balgair Rutherford. Some small part of her wishes to correct the woman. Mister Rutherford is, perhaps, the furthest one from odd in their whole little company. Thoughtful too it would seem, even if he unwittingly stumbled into what was fast becoming a pet peeve. “Mm,” It is a sound that escapes Kiaran only after some beats. “Thank you.”  She gathers up the basket as she rises to her feet as she finds the key to her door. The apples will be stowed, the supplies for the hunt gathered, and Mister Rutherford thanked properly, in that order. And so it is Kiaran sets back to her tasks, heart a little lighter... Though not before affixing a simple note to her door.

Hand gifts off in person please.

[lofn-goddess-love-blog]

Canon:

Lofn is one of the shortest gods so sometimes to get her point across she will go to the nearest table and climb onto it. It seems the only way for the men to take her seriously...sometimes

[celestialcrcwn]

awake muses:

bonnie

carina

elena

bridget

valerie

lofn

mathieu (?)

benjamin

natasha

svala

angel

if anyone would like a thing from any muse listed above, feel free to let me know.  if a muse you are interested in isn't listed above, shoot me message and i most likely can get them up and shaking. i’ll be here working on inbox things in the meantime.