#please comment and/or reblogg I worked really hard on it

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A Few Hot Takes About Elite Force

Bree did not deserve to go to Centium City, nor does it make sense plot-wise

In season four it's jokingly established that Bree is becoming sort of a mom-friend, mom-mentor sort of figure. There is no way in hell that she would've allowed fucking Adam and Leo to run the bionic island. She knows those two knuckle-heads would get into trouble. Don't get me wrong, I love when Adam takes control of the situation and when he takes responsibility for Bob in that one episode, but let's face it: he is not ready for such a large role when it comes to that many kids. Dude is not equipped to be a babysitter. When it comes to Leo, while he is more equipped for the situation, he is very well established to make shit go wrong on fucking accident. We see it time and time and time again, not only in season one, but in season four (read: the whole business card fiasco). She would've known that they would've be able to handle it alone, especially when taking into account that their chaperones would've been fucking Terry Cherry Perry and goddamn Douglas Davenport! Excuse me???? No! She would have not allowed that.

Edit- Also, she just got a sister! I know that she said that the excitement was gone after having to change diapers, but you're telling me that Bree wouldn't want to be a part of her life????

Leo did deserve to go to Centium City, and it would've made more sense plot-wise (especially if they kept it mostly the same story-wise)

Leo, as we all know, gets along great with Kaz. Not only that, but he's a superhero nerd. I guarantee that if Leo just knew wtf the 'secret project' was, he would've been on board faster than the train to Downtown Welkerville. It would've been epic to see him interact with not just Kaz, but Oliver too? Skylar probably would've felt like she fit in more too, because she's definitely one of the boys (not in a pick-me way, in a nonbinary way). It would've been really fun seeing Chase trying to battle Kaz, Oliver and Leo down from playing Topple Tower and whatever other various games. Such as, for example, Leo jumping off the building for Kaz and/or Oliver to catch him before he fucking dies. I know this was more of an Adam and Chase thing, but I still think we should've gotten a prank wars episode, and since it's decidedly canon that Bree is, at best, mid when it comes to pranks, it could've gotten real fucking intense. I love the idea of Oliver and Kaz warning Chase and Leo about Skylar being really amazing at pranks, and then when they don't really notice her being weird or suspicious, they just think it was to mess with their heads (which does or does not work, depending on if you want a Sicillian situation on your hands or not) so they brush it off, only to be bested by the prank master. But I'm getting off topic. The biggest reason that I think that Leo should've gone to Centium City instead of Bree is because of Episode 9 and Episode 10. In episode 9, The Intruder,we are introduced to a character named AJ, who finds Chase and Douglas in the Mission Command (aka, the basement) by mistake. And I know that they often draw comparisons from AJ to Chase, but I think that it would work way better with Leo— Better yet, Leo and Chase. Like Chase, AJ is autistic coded, socially inept, and a tech nerd. But like Leo, he means well. He wants to be a part of the team, even though objectively that maybe shouldn't be allowed. He snuck his way into this family by running into them when he didn't mean to, when he was just exploring where he lived. AJ should've gotten bonding time with Leo. Maybe then, the common headcannon that AJ will/would become Mission Specialist like Leo once was, would be cannon. Next is Episode 10, The Rock. In The Rock, AJ makes a list ranking the most useful/gifted in the Elite Force, to the least. This causes Bree to become insecure when she's placed in the middle, leading her to attempt getting more powers by touching the Arcturian. I will always stand by the fact that this was a fucking stupid idea. But when it's Leo? This idea becomes nearly fucking genius. Leo would likely be placed in a similar place, if not lower, given that only part of him has powers. He is not bionic, he has bionics. And, y'know, he's a superhero nerd; why would he not want superpowers. He also is reckless, which would make sense why he would touch the Arcturian without really thinking about it as much as he probably should. And best of all, this could be a personal secret, instead of a secret between him and someone else, like it was with Bree and Skylar. After all, Leo already has a buffer. His arm. Leo wouldn't need to be endangered to get these powers, he already paid that tax years ago. Leo would finally have powers. Not just partial powers; real, true powers. It makes sense that he would be the first bionic superhero. Leo deserves to be the first bionic superhero.

Edit cont.- I do think that Leo would want to be in Naomi's life too, I understand that. Especially with his dad having been absent in his life, he might want Naomi to grow up with her family around. But at the same time, I really like the idea of him letting Bree have that honour. Like a bit of an emotional moment as they debate who goes to Centium City and who stays on the island/in Mission Creek, and in the end, Leo knows how much Bree's always wanted a sister and decides that she should be allowed to have that.

I have way more, but I can't remember, so this is probably the last one. Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing should've been in Elite Force

They couldn't have invited Auggie Issac back for one episode just to make it feel more like Caldera? Seriously? She is definitely one of the highlights that we get when we visit Caldera in Mighty Med, and without her, it feels disingenuous. Hell, start the episode with a quick video chat with Gus talking about how things are going in Philly and with The Domain, make the universe feel more coherent and put together. And then, if Chase and Leo/Bree see the call, they could later mention how she looks like Gus. And, not only that, but she could help save Skylar. Like, instead of Scarlett just being like 'hey muthafuckas, lemme bring you to ya girl,' it could've had this semi-dramatic, semi-emotional moment with Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing where she explains that she saw Scarlett taking Skylar away. She could've explained the whole rebellion thing to Oliver and his accompaniment. They could've had one of those cross cut scenes where it cuts between Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing and Scarlett explaining what's going on, instead of getting weird feeling, one dimensional exposition from just Scarlett talking to Skylar through an oddly shaped TV. I would've loved to see her and Skylar reunite, even for a little bit. Hell, y'know what, Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing is basically not a pet, which is implied through the numerous jokes of her not responding to things that a normal pet do, and the fact that she speaks english. It would've been epic as fuck if she was like... leading a rebellion army. That would've been so fucking awesome. But that would've been far more difficult to do, and I understand that. But the first part? Cmon, she is the heart and soul of Caldera. She should've been there.

Sorry for the super long post that was basically about nothing, but I was ranting to my friend who knows nothing about the lref universe and I wanted to share these. They're definitely the ones I'm most passionate about— not including how I think that Douglas definitely should've been indited more as their father instead of Donald, especially in Elite Force where Douglas showed up more than Donald did. And that Tasha deserves someone better (and I wouldn't exactly mind if that person were Douglas, but I've been over how I think that Douglas deserves a nice twunk)

Let me know if I should make a part two, and I might rant about a few more things they could've done to make Elite Force better.

Anyway, all in all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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Put it on My Tab (23)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Comeuppance, Language, and Tomfoolery

A/N:

Here is the next installment, I hope you'll enjoy it as much as the rest of the story.

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

Everything in the room held an expensive edge to it. A very expensive edge. Even the chatter felt pricey with the labels and names that were casually dropped left and right. Y/N felt she could hardly afford to listen, let alone participate. But now she was alone, abandoned by the one person who would understand the layer of discomfort that grew with each passing second, like dust accumulating on something long forgotten under the bed or in the attic. 

That definitely was not English…or any known language to man, has to be some super exclusive brand that requires a minimum credit limit of 1 billion to even look at it. She grabbed a glass from a passing tray and swirled the liquid around. The subtle repetitive motion was calming and it made her look less awkward standing there. She felt like she looked less awkward.

“It’s you,” she heard an oddly familiar voice speak up.

Me? Who? Wait, it can’t be me. I don't know anyone here aside from Grayson and Cici, both of whom know my name. But what if it's someone I do know by some chance? Or they could be talking to someone next to me and I'll end up talking to a stranger who’s going to think I’m some weirdo for responding to them. Nope, don't do it. Better to feign I didn't hear them over utter mortification.

“Are you really just going to ignore me?” He scoffed.

Yup, it’s directed at me. Though, maybe the other person is ignoring him too? She wondered, contemplating what to do until she finally took a deep breath and turned to see the coffee fiend who always came and sat there watching her every move. Oh great, my caffeine addicted stalker, just the person I expected to meet here of all places. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was a little lost in thought.” She smiled at Tim. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I would say the same for you, but I guess the offer was too big for you to give up.” 

The offer, what offer? I got the tickets from Nightwing, how would he know about that? Was he there the next day? Or maybe he works at the precinct? She eyed the younger man suspiciously and took a half step away. Or has he been stalking me for a lot longer than I thought? “It certainly is hard to give up the once-in-a-lifetime chance to attend a Wayne function. Did someone tell you I’d be here?”

Tim fell silent and rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze broke away from hers for a brief moment before he stood confidently once more. “No, my mistake. I was surprised since I didn't realize I’d see my barista here.”

My barista? Oh boy, abort mission! Abort, abort! “Oh, you didn't know? Our coffee shop was invited to offer some late night beverages for those who might want a pick-me-up to keep up with the festivities.”

“You have a stall here?” His eyebrows raised at this new bit of information. 

“Oh yeah, we’re located elsewhere in the building though. You go out the main doors, turn left, go down the hall, take a right, go down and take a left, go all the way down and left, go down and left again, you head back down the hall and take the elevators up to the 3rd floor. You take a series for 4 rights from there and the door will be on your left in the middle of the hall.” Tim glanced at the hall entrance briefly. “I’m on my break, we can attend the function between shifts.”

“Ah, I see.” He nodded and left. Y/N let out a heavy sigh of relief and nearly slumped to the ground.

Jason saw how she fidgeted uncomfortably off to the side. She was too deep in the hall to leave and knew no one else to really converse with it. She reminded him of a little duckling waddling side to side, unsure of how to get back home.

She's too cute for her own good! I shouldn't keep punishing her for wearing the wrong color. It's not like she knew I’d be here., but c’mon!  He ruffled his hair a bit and smoothed it back down, tugging his suit jacket into place before standing up straighter to greet her. His attempts were dashed by the third Robin suddenly walking up to Y/N. Glaring at the younger sidekick, he watched the two begin to chat. Why is he talking to her now? Did Grayson blab? I’m going to kill him! He grit his teeth, slipping closer unnoticed to hear the conversation when she stepped away from Tim with a customer service smile plastered on her face. What did he say that has her so on guard? He frowned at the possibilities, but kept himself from acting. The last thing either of them needed was a scene on their hands. 

What Jason heard left him flabbergasted and highly amused. Why did he not expect that she was capable of handling the third Robin? What was he expecting to happen? How did he forget how quick her mind worked, leaving him like the wheels of a car stuck in the mud trying to catch up?

“Did you just send him up to Narnia?” He chuckled, watching Y/N stand up so straight, she looked as if she was curving backwards. “Woah there, I come in peace, promise!” He reached out to help her just in case she lost her balance, but the glare she leveled at him made him flinch. Yup, I deserve that.

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?” She raised an eyebrow at him, arms crossed, and her left hip pushed out. Y/N eyed the handsome Wayne before her, finding it extremely difficult to not take in how good he looked in a suit. No, Y/L/N, stay strong! “You must have confused me with someone you actually care to speak to.”

“I,” his arm staggered down to his side only to be raised up to mess with his hair. “I deserve that, too. I know this sounds like some lame excuse, but I really didn't mean to ghost you like that. Shit got busy and whenever I picked up my phone to actually text you,” I chickened the fuck out because I don't have a damned clue on what to say. His words died after that, his haze dropping to the floor. How do I say that to her and not sound like a total loser?

He looked genuinely upset and remorseful. It was hard to not let her anger and frustration go a bit. “Look, it’s fine.” Y/N sighed, her shoulders dropping. “I wasn't trying to force you into meeting up if you don't want to. I thought we got along well, so I asked. If you don't want to, that's fine. I’m a big girl, promise.”

“No,” she jumped at his shout. “Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to shout at you like that!” Jason cleared his throat, taking a half step back but moved forward again. “I just, it’s been a while since I met someone I don't feel like punching into a wall.”

“Work is that great, huh?” She offered an amicable smile. “Can't say I get the fancy feast life, but I do know people are dickheads at any socioeconomic status. You don't need to explain.”

“You have no idea what assholes I have to deal with.” He snorted. From my own family to the villains in Gotham.

“You’ve seen a bit of the crazies I deal with, I get it. Just, maybe send a text that you're busy? It could be as simple as an emoji even. That way you don't go around giving the impression you don't want to talk to people.” 

I don’t want to talk to people. I want to talk to you. There are no people. He kept the words to himself as he outwardly expressed deep contemplation over her suggestion. Magnus was right, I should’ve just texted her. “That's not a bad idea, but how would you know by just an emoji? I doubt you’ll get that from me sending you the space invader one.”

 “Out of all the emojis out there, that’s the one you use for an example?” She rolled her eyes as he grinned. “We can pick one for us to use that means you've seen it and will get back to me when you’ve unearthed yourself from the shit piled on you.”

“So space invader?”

“Seriously?” She dryly asked, an eyebrow raised at his choice.

“C’mon, it’s perfect! When else have you used it? The poor guy just sits there, never picked. Now we're giving it new life.” He insisted. Y/N laughed as she raised her hands in surrender. 

“Alright, alright! We can use the space invader.” She agreed, unable to resist the boyish charm of his insistence. Her phone suddenly dinged, so she pulled it out to ses his reply with the emoji. “Did you really text this with me right in front of you?”

“Better late than never?”

“You're ridiculous.” She laughed.

“And you love it.” He chuckled, the words slipping out of his mouth before his brain could even process them. Did I just say that? Please tell me I did not just say that. I’m a fucking idiot, someone just kill me now. Actually knock me out with a shovel and bury me with it. Magnus, save me! All the panic alarms were blaring inside, while on the outside he kept his cool and composed smile, hoping she does not throw her drink in his face.

“You’re just lucky you’re good-looking, it’s the only thing going for you right now, Wonder Boy.” For once, he did not mind the twitch that came with the nickname she randomly stamped on him since their first meeting. It was a good sign. It meant he did not completely screw everything up and would be left mentally scarred for the rest of his life, reliving this mortifying moment at every semblance of peace his mind would find.

Y/N saw the twitch and smiled, it was the least she deserved after his horrible yet understandable excuse for vanishing on her like a bad Houdini routine. She stood a little taller in her sparkly heels. “Your built-in distractions aside, do you know that guy?”

“The guy?”

“The one you sent to Narnia? Yeah, unfortunately,” he rolled his eyes. “That goober is my younger brother.”

“Oh, ok, he’s you-I’m sorry, what ?” Her head snapped between him and the main entrance. “ He is your younger brother?”

“Yup, pretty sure coffee runs in his veins instead of blood. He’ss going to be so disappointed when he realizes you lied to him.” He snickered, clearly relishing this fact, as he sipped his wine.

“Hold up,” she made a T with her hands. “You’re telling me that you, Detective Dick, and the stalker customer are all related ? All of you are Waynes? And none of you took the family name? Are you trying to make thing difficult for literally everyone else? How many of you are there even? Does Bruce Wayne just go around picking up orphans like people go apple or strawberry picking? Is this a weird rich person hobby? Like making money isn’t enough, he’s gotta get a pretty coin from the government for taking in kids? Most importantly, is he still adopting and how do I apply?”

“No, he’s not taking applications and I’ve got enough sisters. You are not allowed to be one.” Jason flatly refused her before he even thought about humoring the other questions that she suddenly rattled out, practically seeing the gears in her head spinning out of control.

“But why not? You saw where I work, be a gentleman and share the wealth!” She pouted.

“I’m more than happy to share the wealth, but not with you as my sister.”

“And how do you propose to do that?” Her eyes widen at the spark of an idea. “Are you telling me I should think bigger and actually go for the big fish?”

“Wait, what?”

“You’re saying no to sister but still want to share the wealth. The only other option is to get with the big man himself, which means you can-”

“Fuck no, I’m not saying that at all! ” He hissed, slapping a hand over her mouth before she could say anymore, his eye twitching visibly as a shudder runs through his body. She’s out of her fucking mind! Why would I be saying that when I said no to being my sister?! Is she blind? Can she not see just how big of a catch I am? I can give her the money! He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and mentally bleach his brain clean of the conversation they just had. “ I can give you the money.”

“And how, exactly, do you plan to do that, Todd?” Someone’s voice cut in, beating Y/N to the question.

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[vilz]

hello obviously there isn't anything i can really do to control this (unfortunately i deleted a bunch of posts BEFORE turning off reblogs on them) but i would prefer that people did not circulate my posts from this blog any more... i appreciate that people are kind to me about my art, but that is just my request i suppose. this blog is unprivated now, and if you'd like to see what is still up you can look at them here. my ask box is also open but i will not be making any art posts here from now on. here is a little preemptive faq:

why did you leave?

i didn't feel comfortable or happy posting on this blog any more!

do you still make art? do you post it somewhere else?

yes. but i've been pulling away from posting very much online, and the things i'm interested in drawing nowadays are generally more private, so i won't be directing anyone there or anything. i don't consider my new blog to be a continuation of this one.

i know your new blog!

that isn't really that surprising since i didn't honestly put great effort into concealing it or anything. we are probably not friends, so i hold no sway over you, but i would still prefer you did not share it or treat me as if i am still "vilz who posts fnaf art". i'm just a whatever blogger who blogs about whatever things. also to be frank i do not think my new blog has anything that interesting for people who followed for the kind of art i used to post here. this is not an invitation to say "it is interesting!".

we are friends!

if we have not been in direct, mutual conversations i highly doubt that. i'm sorry if that hurts anyone's feelings.

why did you delete all your self ship art?

people seem to enjoy my self ship art a lot, which is very flattering, but i don't want people to be looking at them any more. i realize that they are still rebloggable and are still circulating around, which is nobody's fault but my own, but i would prefer they were not shared any more. i can't really do anything about it and i also don't blame anyone for reblogging those posts since it's obviously not something they would know, but yeah.

i saw your art on pinterest!

i did not and do not consent to my works being put on pinterest. the art from "vilz" has not been uploaded by me to any other website besides tumblr. if someone is posting my art from here on a different platform, they are doing so without permission.

i saw you on magma!

i still join magma boards sometimes lol. it's a fun site.

what about your ocs?

they are still my ocs. sometimes i still draw them. currently, i do not have any plans of posting my oc art online ever again. i would prefer that people did not reblog the oc art i have posted to this blog.

what about your fics?

all of my fics are still up on ao3 anonymously. they are: small mercies obscura floriography baying of lambs scrape bitch, bastard, bullshit almost human a dream, recurring countdown i'm very flattered and happy that people have left kind comments on these. thank you very much for reading the words of an amateur and for sharing an experience with me.

are you going to finish your uncompleted fics?

i would really like to say yes, because i care a great deal about aspects of them, but it's looking pretty unlikely. i lost all my files (and my calmlywriter key !!! always save your emails and receipts, everyone!!!) and also it's hard to feel motivated about them now. i guess i will leave this up in the air just to soothe my own feelings but in reality the answer is Probably Not.

are you going to post new fics?

i might, because i've been in a writing mood lately, but please don't expect anything. if i do, they will be anonymous on ao3. i will not post about them here or on any other blog.

i really liked your posts and blog!

thank you. i'm glad that people could feel that way about the things i made and thought about stuff i care about. irregardless, i would prefer that people did not share my old posts from this blog.

i will do it anyway.

i cannot stop you, so there isn't really any point in pleading. i just thought i'd make a little info post for people who are inquiring. after this, there won't be any "posts" from me. if there are relevant questions or messages i might reply to them or just update this post.

thank you for reading and for enjoying my blog. goodbye !!!

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Potential Future Careers for the “Superman and Lois” Teens

Please feel free to reblogg or comment your own opinions

Nat

Pretty oblivious she is interested in and excelles at electrical and mechanical engineering. The main question is which branch she will specialize in, and where she will work. She is a vegan, though we don’t know why, but it implies a certain enviromental and/or social conciousness. Her world was destroyed, so a job in the enviromental sector isn’t far fetched. Her world was also invaded, so her working at freeing people from oppresion and war is also likely. 

Mechanical and/or electrical Engineer: More specifically trying to find more enviroment friendly, sustainable and affordable way to create technology, developing techonology to combat climate change, and creating technology that helps rescue people from war and natural disasters.

Jon

Jon is good under pressure, fast thinker, athletic, has great people and leadership skills, is a good investigator, loves sports and wants to help people. I see him in a job where these strength gets put to use, he gets to help people, and he preferbly gets to do physical activities. 

FBI agent or something similiar. He gets to help people, occasionally get physical. It also suits his aformentioned strengths. This is my preferred job of choice for Jon

Firefighter: He gets to be physical and help people. He would be good at it because he is good under pressure, athletic and good at working in a team and calming scared people down. 

Mechanical Engineer: Due to his interest in JHI’s work

Fire and Arsonist Investigator. Inspired by his investigative skills and his job at the fire station.

Therapist, phychologist or counselor: Due to his people skills and desire to help people.

Doctor or biomedical or pharmaceutical engineer: I can picture him being inspired to develope new treatments for sick people after Lois’ cancer battle. Haven’t really seen a lot of interest from him in science, besides the Irons’ work, so I am not sure if this is the path for him. I can especially see him be interested in biomedical engineering, since that involves technology

Physical therapist: Combining his people skills and desire to help people. He would be good at encouraging, cheering up and motivationg his patients. Plus, an interest in physical health fits with love of sports.

Sports coach: Combines his love of sports and people skills. I can picture him being good at nurturing and supporting young teens and preventing them from buckling under the pressure of varsity sports. 

Jordan

Jordan is hard to pin down. Don’t know what kind of job would allow him to sneak off and rescue people when he hears trouble, so I am going to ignore that aspect. Jordan has shown interest in music and video games. He says he is not that into cars, and iirc, hasn’t shown that much interest in the Irons’ work.  He said he wanted certain AP classes when he was a freshman in s1, but he didn’t state which classes he wanted. Is he STEM nerd? Hisotry and Humanities nerd? Both? I am going to make a lot of assumptions about his interests and scienctific skills.

Pharmaceutical engineer: Interested in fighting mental illness, due to personal experience, but not comfortable with people enough to go into a field where he would be providing psychotherapy. 

Psychiatrist: Because maybe he is more comfortable talking to mentally ill people than neurotypicals, and he will be more comfortable with human interaction as he gets older.

Computer Science Job: Such as software developer, system architect or AI engineer. Since he likes video games, it’s easy to imagine him as a computer guy (even though I know there is a difference between liking computer games and being good with computers).

Chemical engineer: I like this idea, because it’s nerdy and useful, but very different from what Nat and JHI do. He would be the only one in his family to focus on that particular field.

Electrical engineer: Not that different from what Nat and JHI do, since their suits also probably includes a lot of electrical engineering work, not just mechanical engineering work, but if he focuses on different things, I still think

Sarah

Interested in music. Good at helping others emotionally and has experience with mental illness, both as a patient and as next of kind of a patient (Kyle and his alchoholism and potentially PTSD from working at the fire station). Seems to be okay with kids - though Sophie is her sister, so maybe she isn’t a kids person. Plus, we only see them together a few times, so maybe she isn’t that involved in Sophie’s life. I imagine her job would involve music or mental health care, and possibly children. 

Therapist, psychologist, conselor or mental health professional of some sort

Music therapist: Combines her interest in music and mental health

Social Worker: Same reason as why I think she would be a mental health proffesional. Plus, she watched her home town struggle a lot, and her mom and dad trying to improve it. It would be cool to watch Sarah going from hating living in Smallville, to trying to embrace the good, and improve what is lacking - regardless of whether she stays or moves somewhere else.

Musician: Already shown interest in this path in the show.

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@revolllutionary I still remember like... doing a double take when I IMMEDIATELY got your part of our art trade back like??? The same day?? 😭💕 I STILL HAVE THE PIECE SAVEDDD mua mua chefs kiss

@artfulhero-m YOU'RE SO NICE!! And you reblog my stuff a lot! I really really really appreciate you. AND HONESTLY I THOUGHT WE WERE MOOTS FOR LONGER SORRY I ONLY FOLLOWED BACK RECENTLY 😭

@ashipiko SHI-VERSE GANG RISE AAAA 💕 I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS! Ash is so silly and I love her and Ace's dynamic especially!!! Precious beans

@lowcallyfruity IT'S YOUR TURN 👋👋👋 Your tags??? Always make me laugh sm DNJSJDBF I genuinely really look forward to them and just seeing you in my feed in general!!!! 💕

@ceruleancattail i- don't think! I will ever forget the first ask u put in my inbox! Probably one of the nicest things ive ever heard!!! Teared up a bit!! And your writing skills are SUPERB. The way you can create such lively scenes and ideas just like SNAP is WILD!!

@cecilebutcher RAAAA I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS I LOVED DRAWING YOUR YUU!!! I plan on looking more through your master list at some point too!!! The way you write to subtly capture each characters personality in all the little details still enchants me, amazing >:D

@hallowed-delights I'm still blown away by your large collection of wonderful OCs!!!!! And I still love the part of the art trade you gave meee 🥺🥺💕 I hope you're doing well!!!

@viilpstick AAAAA IK I HAVEN'T INTERACTED AS MUCH LATELY BUT YOU'RE A SWEETHEART!! I want to learn more about your OCs!!!! I always smile when I see ya in my notifs. Have a lovely day pls 💕💕

@justm3di0cr3 I LOVE OUR CHATS!! Ik I like- have a bit of a hard time conversing sob- BUT i am more than glad when I hear from you, you're free to enter my dms and inbox as you please 💕💛

@shinysparklesapphires PLS YOU'RE SO FUNNY- AND KIND!! I am grateful for whenever ya come around to checkin on me, and your art is EYE CANDY! I love the use of bright colors! It makes everything pop

@kirexa I have learned a bounty of valuable knowledge about snakes after following you, thank you! You're such a kind friend, even if I have trouble interacting at times JFNDJDJDB 💕💕

@cheerleaderman YOUR ART IS SOOOOO CUTE! I adore your style!!!! The way you draw characters makes me want to affectionately hug and squish them 💕

@techno-danger I love our theory/concept chats about TWST ehehe >:), they're so fun! Cheers to the lore 🥂 I hope you're well!!! Lmk if you need any specific cards for upcoming battles!

@scint1llat3 YOUR YUUS ARE SO ADORABLE HELP. i love your lil comics... theyre so precious and heartwarming and silly 💕

@valse-a-mille-temps AAAARGH YOUR CHARACTERS ARE SO PRETTY??? YOUR ART??? BEAUTIFUL?? CHARACTER DESIGNS???? 💥💥💥💕 i implode, it's all lovely

@thelamentknight I still can't believe we're moots now after I found ya on youtube!! You're so funny and I really appreciate your rbs!!!! 💕💕🥺

@oya-oya-okay You are SO sweet. Your art and comics are adorable, as well as your characters >:) I deadass know next to nothing about black butler but I look forward to your comics all the same! 💕💕💕

@thehollowwriter QUINN! Your fics are god tier. They have me SO invested in the elements and characters you create. I love seeing your OCs in my inbox 💕💕

AND MORE!!!! I DID NOT FORGET YOU OTHER MOOTS!!! (I literally went through all my follower notifs to make this JFNDJDH) You're all very talented, kind, creative individuals and I am more than honored to have ya on my dash, though I wish tumblr would let me see more of ya >:( I want to get to know yall better! Don't be afraid to hmu in dms or in my ask box! 💕 this goes for followers too!

US:

hey moots lets start a wholesome chain because i think it’s very well needed tonight 🫶🏻 no rules, just reblog & tag people who you love very much and think deserve the world !!

@snobwaffles @dumbificat @soleillunne @manumimiii @xianyoon @blue-b3rries @sparklyspring @hwaitham @bunicate @nervocat @yaminohimeyume @ryuryuryuyurboat @auroratumbles @mikacynth @/heiayen @www-brontide + all the members of ecrin & anyone reading this !!

ehe… uhm my first time startin one of these i just wanna spread some positivity, i don’t like seeing people down n’ stuff 🥺

[elyan-fest]

Elyan Appreciation Fest 2021 Masterpost

Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to participate in the first ever Elyan Appreciation Fest! Seeing all of your creations has brought me so much joy. Additional thanks to all of the rebloggers and supporters even if you didn’t create something. Your contributions and appreciation of the hard work of this fandom is really what keeps it going.

I appreciate Elyan all year long, so you are welcome to continue submitting Elyan-centered works to both the Collection and using our tag, #elyan appreciation fest

The masterpost is under the cut so that you will always look at whatever version is current in case I update it later.

Please enjoy all of these amazing works and don’t forget to leave appreciative comments if you’re able!

Gifs:

Character Alignment, @the-mother-of-lions Runaway, @the-mother-of-lions if other universes exist, @the-mother-of-lions He’s just one of those people, @thebookluvrr1816 Elyan + Round Table Carving, @camelotsheart We fight in your name, sire, @the-mother-of-lions Elyan + Low-Cut Shirts, @the-mother-of-lions Tenderly, @the-mother-of-lions Elyan + The Knight’s Code of Chilvalry, @thebookluvrr1816 he is half my soul, @the-mother-of-lions Elyan/Percival & Elyan/Gwaine, @thebookluvrr1816 for i can’t help falling in love with you, @camelotsheart OT3 x Bi Flag, @the-mother-of-lions he will tear your city down, @the-mother-of-lions Elyan + Hoodie, @thebookluvrr1816 Adetomiwa Edun and Angel Coulby, @bellamyblakru Sibling Dynamics, @the-mother-of-lions Gwen & Elyan, @thebookluvrr1816 Elyan is a Slytherin, @the-mother-of-lions Elyan Character Profile, @thebookluvrr1816 Merlin/Elyan AU, @the-mother-of-lions

Fics:

holdin’ out for a hero, @merlinoutofcontext It Doesn’t Come Easy, @veshkrisk Linen and Chain, @veshkrisk I’ll keep you safe, @donttouchtheneednoggle Bliss, @donttouchtheneednoggle For Want of Company, @veshkrisk Six Pints and a Packet of Crisps, @little-ligi Kiss Kiss, Y’all In Love, @the-mother-of-lions Sunrise By The Oak Tree, @veshkrisk Hoodie-less but still happy, @donttouchtheneednoggle The risk I took was calculated, but man did I ignore the answer, @donttouchtheneednoggle Bob’s your uncle, @excaliburstark That We May Live Free, @owlswithfins A Funny Feeling, @shana-rosee E, @gremlinbehaviour the sun bows for you, @scionofgwenpendragon

Graphics/Manips:

King of Spades, @unmarkedinlife Confidence, @unmarkedinlife Ace Solidarity, @unmarkedinlife Swords Before Sex - Elyan, @unmarkedinlife Sir Elyan, @unmarkedinlife Swords Before Sex - Elyan, @unmarkedinlife Conversations, @unmarkedinlife The Past is Paint, @unmarkedinlife

Interview with Rolling Stone, @loanmeadragon Interview with GQ, @loanmeadragon Icons, @merlin-fic-server and @yarniac13

Art:

Trans Elyan, @aradia-pendragon Elyan and Gwen, @merlinonthemoon Blacksmithing, @admiralsushishin Royalty, @gwainegender

Again, thank you so much for everyone who took the time to participate! I hope to see you next year!

[rockingrobin69]

Hello there I just have an question will we have more followers for the drarry fandom like we had in 2018/ 2019 in the future and more active content on it ???

I know there is a lot of things to worry about but I wanted to ask 😓

Hi there dear Anon, and thank you for this ask 💖 I’m not sure if I can answer your question completely, but I’ll give it my best try. It's going to be long, I apologize in advance.

Let me just start by saying: I’ve not been here long. Not to bore you with the details, but for example, I’ve not really engaged with Tumblr until maybe April this year (I actually checked – the first time I posted my work here was this June!) so the whole fandom thing is still new to me. I really don’t know how it was in the past, and of course I can’t say what’ll be in the future. What I can say though is, look at all we have now.

Because, really, just wow. I could not have imagined the wealth of writers and artists and fans that exist here. There are so many of them, I seem to find new drarry writers and artists to obsess over every day. (Or reccers, or headcanon-ers, or rebloggers, or commentors). Every. Day. And I’m not even exaggerating! There’s so much goodness it blows my mind on a regular basis. People are giving us their time, their passion, their enthusiasm, and like – honestly, I don’t have the words to say how amazing it is.

There’s more, still. So many projects and fests and endeavors ran by wonderful people (angels?) that spend their own personal time to give us mortals more joy to read and see and love. I don’t even know if I’d have posted anything here if it wasn’t for @drarrymicrofic – seeing the support they give and all the amazing fics they share. @the-starryknight has TLC Tuesdays, a next-level-god-stuff of encouragement. All the wonderful reccers out there doing god’s work (like @thedrarrylibrarian or @sitp-recs [who doesn’t do new reclists at the moment, so please no asks about it], @drarryspecificrecs, and so many others). People who comment on fics/art. People who share them. These are all reasons for people to engage with fandom (I know they are for me!), and more and more of them keep coming (@drarryboosterclub , @drarryshorts, every fest ever, and so so many more!). my honest, non-professional, newbie-who-even-let-you-speak, knows-nothing opinion is this: as long as we make sure to hold on to the joy in fandom, it’ll keep.

The way I see it, when you enjoy fandom, and express it, it creates more joy. Maybe it’s naïve to think this way, I dunno, but it's worked for me so far.

To your worries I’d say this: seeing the bright side can be hard, I know. There are things to worry about, in the world, in fandom (trolls and hate and why??). But the bright side here is so freaking bright – keep looking for it.

I can't say if all the INCREDIBLE people we have here now will stay in the fandom, or if more will come. Who knows? this world is full on crazy. I never expected to be here, honestly. I never thought I'd have the courage, for one. But these things happen, and now I know for sure I'm not going anywhere. I'm actually planning another one-shot-collection series that'll come out soon, so yay for future fun!

There will always be other people who like what you like. The internet is massive that way. Find them, support them, and keep positive. There’s so much joy to be had in this fandom, and my firm belief is, it won’t go anywhere. People may come and go, numbers can go up and down, but the love we all have for this won’t disappear, I don’t think. I came back to HP after over a decade, if that’s any sort of proof.

Btw, if you need a list of people to follow – sounds like you’ve been here longer than me but I do spend a good many hours on this haha – of creators/ reccers/ rebloggers of drarry content, please let me know. I’d be more than happy to comprise a list, although it could never be comprehensive enough.

Wow, it really came out long. Sorry. I just wanted to say - try not to worry about what will be, and enjoy what we have now, because it's amazing. I know I am continuously astounded by it (objectively I think we have the best fans 😜) and will do what I can to contribute to it.

Robin ENOUGH okay okay I'm sorry! just lots and lots and lots of love 💖

[star-wars-multishippers]

Get to Know Me(me) - The Members of SW Multishippers!

This was an event hosted on the Discord server to do a sort of re-introduction of both old and new joiners to the server. Everyone who wanted to participate filled out the survey below to share a little about themselves and about their faves in fandom.

Survey (for anyone who wants to join in below in the comments):

Who Am I? - Name, username on other sites, mini bio if you'd like Where do I fit into the SW fandom? - Prequels, Sequels, EU, etc. What do you do? Fic, art, lurking and reblogging? My Top Faves - 2 or 3 max please! My Own Stuff - 1 or 2 max please!

MBlair

Who am I?

MBlair both on Discord and on AO3, maggzblair on Tumblr (MBlair, maggzblair)

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

Mostly lurker/reblogger/occasional writer, mostly Original Trilogy and Sequel trilogy.

Fics I Love to Rec

Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns (and associated fics) by chancecraz

Hand of Fate by sweetestcondition

My Fics I Love to Rec

Reyuxmas 2019

A Wonderful Winter on Hoth

I’ll Love You ‘Til the Suns Burn Out

feckyeslife

Who Am I?

Feckyeslife#2003 on Discord, firelord65 on AO3

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

I'm pretty solidly a Sequels fan, but I have a special place in my heart for the Prequels. I'm a fic writer who dabbles mostly in canon universe AUs, what ifs, that sort of stuff. Primarily my fics have Rey with a tendency to focus on the First Order characters and plots.

My Top Faves

A classic Reylo fic from an old friend - Beneath the Facade. It technically has a prologue fic before it in the series, but this piece was the one that I really enjoyed way back in the EARLY days of Reylo.

Because I'm an insufferable Reylux fan, I have to rec at least one. This piece by @every-day-is-star-wars-day  a oneshot that ever so masterfully crushes my heart every time - Thread

My one Original Trilogy rec, this is a beast of a long fic but so, so good - Dark Times

My Own Stuff

Reylux, medieval AU - La Vita Primus - is the first in a small series of this AU

Reylo, TROS Fix-It - Oh but it's a dark future, my star. Oh but it's a soft morning for us soon.

apple-au

Who Am I?

Call me apple. she/her/hers. I’m gold_pen_leaps on dreamwidth, ao3, and pillowfort. @gold_pen_leaps@tenforward.social on mastodon. I am doing my best to boycott tumblr, but I've been known to use a tumblr link embed on pf from time to time. (gold_pen_leaps (DW), gold_pen_leaps (AO3))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

I’m mainly into the Sequels and the Mandalorian. I joined the server for Hux/Kylo/Rey and all the combinations of the characters in my ot3. I can edit better than I can write. Sometimes I comment on fics.

My Top Faves

A Dance of Titans by @lucidlucy is a really long reylux fic. The delicious slowburn makes all the flavors combine in an amazing way. Love how they battle the main villain!

My Own Stuff

I helped give feedback on the second part of a series. Does that count? This is knight_of_dance's fic. It's really cool to see writers' takes on Modern AU, and this one has influenced my ideas of what sort of kinks those characters have. :smirk: Switch Up

Mizz

Who Am I?

 hi! tho im much more...a lurker around here im mizz (she/they/he). im badarmada on tumblr, badwrong-gimme on pillowfort, gimmemrss on twitter, badwrongprincess on ao3 (i have so many usernames XD, ive got a dreamwidth, wordpress, and art insta too if youre interested lol)

(@badarmada, gimmemrss (twitter), badwrongprincess (AO3))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

i liked the prequels as a kid (still do kinda), rouge one, i do like clone wars tho i havent finished it and the sequels (well tfa and tros tho only one of them is good imo) i reblog stuff mostly and read fanfic, tho i write some stuff too. finn is my fav and pretty much my center character (ie the one i focus on the most) and i like most finn ships (favs being finnhux, finnlo, finnrey)

My Top Faves

the things we do for love by glare is an unfinished finnlohux fanfic that i love a lot

worlds are built for two by synergenic (Losseflame). this is a poefinn fic from finns pov

My Own Stuff

um...im still working on this fic -(Be More Chill, Hux) very slowly this year has been super hard on me writing wise and ive been drawing ocs and for another fandom mostly but I will finish this one day!

Arsanimo - Marion

Who Am I?

Hi, I’m Arsanimo, self taught artist and nerd from Germany that’s mostly lurking. You can find me with this username on tumblr, twitter and instagram. I draw mostly Reylo at the moment. ( @arsanimo, Arsanimo (Twitter), Arsanimo (IG))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

I‘m in my thirties and an OT fan since birth, because my dad was obsessed with Star Wars and we watched it a lot as kids - they are the go to christmas movies in our family. Even as a very small kid I loved Vader. I didn’t like the ST quite as much when it came out in cinemas but still watched them multiple times. I’m much more fond of them now. But my love for Star Wars really got renewed with the ST. I really liked TFA and TLJ a lot. Not a great fan of TROS though, but to each their own. I recently started watching TCW, if you haven’t go watch it! The Mandalorian is also great and feels more like the OT for me, which I love. Oh, and R1 was awesome, I loved that one! Solo also was good. I think I will be a lifelong fan because it’s such a rich universe and everybody can pick a favorite. I’m also good at ignoring the parts I don’t like, lol. But I‘m mostly exhausted about all the drama on social media, so at the moment I take a bit of a break from social media and only post from time to time. And I’m of the firm believe to ship and let ship and if the art and fics are good, you can also find me enjoying ships outside of Reylo (honestly, some Kylux art out there, woah... and Finnrey is always so tender but Stormpilot has two hot guys in it... and don’t get me started about Finnrose! You probably get the gist)

My Top Faves

It’s hard to name so few, there are so many good artists out there. But Winter of Her (Twitter) has some outstanding art in her own style. Than I really like the style of Khallion (Twitter), check her out.

My Own Stuff

And last but not least two pieces of mine that turned out pretty good

https://twitter.com/arsanimo/status/1275789997426311173?s=21

https://twitter.com/arsanimo/status/1258757927910989825?s=21

Knight_Of_Cookies

Who am I?

Allo allo, I go by many names but many know me as cookies here. Lol I'm from the US and I've been a lifelong A+, gold star , nerd my whole life. I love writing among 5 million other hobbies. I am on Tumblr and A03. (@knight-of-cookies, Knight_of_Cookies (AO3))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

It all started with the prequels which I fell in love with and even wrote my first fan fic on. (I dragged it from fanfic.net to A03 for my own form of personal torture) I dropped out of star wars until I was in Japan and a close group of friends got me to watch Roque One and play a star wars based table top role playing game, which dumped me back into this fandom hardcore. I fell in love with the sequel trilogy and now I'm stuck forever. Lol

I have been writing on A03 for around 2 years now for star wars and it's been the most productive and progressive work I've ever done thanks to ya'll.

Also, hey, I created this multishippers discord, because multishipping rocks and everyone should do it. :P I know I've never active enough but I love this space and the people in it! My fav part about multishipping is how I'm always discovering yet another ship that is awesome. It never ends. ^^

My top favs - (of things no one should be surprised by)

Beastie by @feckyeswriting. It spawned a written series(multiple actually)

Glutton by Witchoil. Just very good dark and wonderful kinky smut. Always go back to this one.

In the house that skywalker built by @aicosu. This story got me into Reylux in a way I'll never recover from.

My own stuff

Nothing but Themselves - This is my favorite beast of a story I've ever written and it will be beautiful when I finish it. One day. Lol

Tanzaku - One of my most polished pieces thanks to the Reylo Anthology. My best combo of: insert culture nerding here and captive Ben as personal tropes.

[kaz11283]

You-15, Sam-16, Dean-19

It's been a few years and your friendship with the boys grow stronger all the time. You and Sam have a close friendship but you and Dean are inseparable.

~~~

Best Friends

Chapter 3

"Boys are so freakin stupid." You huffed walking into Dean's room. The boys had decided to come along and stay with you at the end of the school year. Your dad deciding to just let you stay at Uncle Bobby's during to keep you from having to transfer you everywhere around the country, the boys however werent as lucky with their dad.

"Why? What happened to ol what's his face?" Dean asked not taking his eyes off the movie he had been watching.

"He ditched me for Karen." You sassed and made a face saying her name. "Your all hormon driven. Every. Single. One." You said sitting down next to the bed.

"We're not all like that. Look at Sammy. Hes more into books and studying." He laughed scooting over and patting the bed so that you could lay down next to him. "Want me to kick his ass?"

"No, hes not worth the time. It was a joke anyways thinking he would actually like me." You said hanging your head. "Jesus how could I be so dumb. I should just start traveling with dad again. Get outta this town. I dont like anyone here anyways, no one would miss me."

"Stop that self hate bull right now. Y/n there are other people out there. Besides you have friends here. Like actual real life friends. Out on the road it's just me, dad, and Sam. Kinda lonely really."

"Ah yes very lonely going state to state deflowering girls and saving the day. Must be hard with so many conquests under your belt." You rolled your eyes, you knew that dean didnt have a problem traveling all over the states.

"I am not having that talk with you. You like my little sister I never wanted and it makes me feel wierd."

"Dean, I'm 15 now, I've fooled around with guys. It's not like I'm completely innocent in a sense." You laughed sitting up.

"Stop really. Like gross. Dont you have homework you need to do or studying or something. Really y/n of your gonna start talking about that get out. Makes me wanna get names and go beat some boys asses." He said pushing your shoulder with his.

"Na. I'll stay. Finish watching this movie with you, if you dont mind. I haven't seen it in a while anyways." You said propping on the head board. "Where is Sammy? We could make this a movie night like we use to have, stay up till morning when Uncle Bobby wakes up he could even yell at us." You laugh.

"Had a date with some chic in town, probably sobbing all over some girls face." He said grabbing his drink off the floor. "If we're making this a movie night we need popcorn and some snacks." He stated pointedly at you.

You rolled your eyes and got up. "The only reason I'm getting everything is because I wanna change into my comfy clothes." You walked out of the room.

"Pie! Dont forget the pie!" He yelled.

~~

"Tired. So tired." You mumbled over the book Bobby had sat in front of you.

"Well if you and Dean hadn't stayed up all night watching scary movies and cackling like a bunch of Henson you wouldn't be. Now help me figure out what this thing is or I'll stick you out there with the boys." You had to admit at least you was inside instead of in the heat working in the garage. Your uncle hadn't been the happiest when he woke up to find you and Dean still wide awake at 6:30 watching a Hatchetman marathon.

"All I'm saying is if you dont want me to conk out I'm gonna need some coffee." You said getting up and going to the front door.

"Y/n, we have coffee in the kitchen." Uncle Bobby grunted after you.

"I also need fresh air, uncle Bobby." You walked out of the door

~~

You had convinced the boys to go with you to a little outside diner in the middle of town ri grab some lunch and just hang out. "So do yall know when yall are leaving me behind again?" You knew it was inevitable that they would leave and you might not get to see them till Thanksgiving or even Christmas.

"Last we talked to dad we were staying through summer and leaving out around the first of August." Sam said taking a bite of a fry. "But he also talked about taking off the last few weeks of summer along with your dad. Taking a type of family vacation."

"Ha, you both know just as well as I do that's not gonna happen. Dad was suppose to be out of the business a long time ago. Even bought a house and wound up selling it because there wasnt a point in owning something he never used." You laughed taking a drink of your milkshake.

You looked up in time to see the guy you had plans with the night before walk into the diner. "Come on, I'm sure Uncle Bobby is wondering where we are. I still have some research to do and yall gotta finish working in that car for him."

"Haha y/n. Nice try. What's going on? Your never willing to get back to work." Dean said still eating on his burger.

"I'm turning a new leaf, let's go." You gritted through your teeth as the guy from the night before started walking toward you. "Ugh, damnit," you whispered putting on a fake grin. "Hey Ethan."

"Hey y/n, look about last night-"

"You had something come up. It's fine."

"Can I have a rain check? Maybe take you out for dinner tonight?" He asked looking at the guys that was with you.

"Ummm. I dont know my family just got into town and I haven't seen-"

"We dont mind. Besides I have plans with some friends and I think Dean might have a date." Sam said smiling at the guy standing in front of them.

"Yup y/n we dont mind. Were here all summer anyways, and we have that vacation too. We have plenty of time to catch up " Dean said standing up. "It was nice to meet you Nathan." Holding out his hand

"Ethan." Ethan said shacking his back.

"Whatever." Ethan walked back to his group of people.

"I hate you both right now." You said grabbing your bag and throwing it over your head before storming away.

~~~~

Ok guys that was chapter 3. I felt like the ending was a little dry. I have never felt so happy and excited though about something I wrote! Thank you so much for the likes, the rebloggs, and the follows. It's really giving me a reason to write, putting a flame under my ass really to make sure this continues.

Please share, like, and leave comments. It means so much to me and makes my heart swell. You guys have no idea! 💚💚💚

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@samsgirl93

[joneshartright-blog]

Starring Role - Part 2 (Ben Hardy x reader)

Guys this is was the faster I ever wrote, crazy!Thank you for all the likes,rebloggs and requests for part 2, also for being so receptive with me since english is not my first language and I am new at writing on tumblr!Thank y'all so much!Let me know if you want to be tagged in my new ones!xoxo.

Summary: After rejecting the reader, Ben sees he was wrong about everything.

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

All he ever wanted was for you to be happy and he didn't mean to hurt you, not at all.He thought that maybe it was for the best, end up your friendship, saying that was a mistake, treat you like a stranger.

But seeing you hanging out with another guy, especially one of his friends, hurted.It felt like a nightmare, the one when you find a man better than him and eventually marry him, and that's why he would find himself everyday drinking at the bar alone.Not even look out for a chick, that maybe could replace you.

“Another one, please" he said a little tipsy after the twelve shot of the night, thinking that he wouldn't before the twenty.

In his phone was at least 10 messages and phone calls from Joe, his bestfriend, which he denied all, putting back into his pocket.

Damn he was tired.

——

“Thanks for being such a good friend, but I don't think so" you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Oh come on, Gwil, she was totally looking at you!"

“She never came to talk to me in the college"

You smiled shaking your head.

“Maybe because you're a intelligent senior who is working in an important article, about what again?"

“The Immediate Challenge of Non-Aggravating Interlocutory Decisions of Instrument" he said in a serious tone and you laughed.

“God, I don't understand why people choose advocacy, it's so complicated"

“And I don't understand why you didn't talk with Ben, yet"

He said looking at you, grabbing a drink.

“You promised me that we wouldn't talk about him Gwilym"

“Yeah I did, but also saw how Ben is" you rolled your eyes. “He's not okay and I'm sure he thinks I have something with you"

“Bullshit"

“Yes 'bullshit', but I'm his friend as well and I don't wanna be the reason, you two are separated"

“He doesn't even like me"

“If that was true, he wouldn't be like this"

“Gwil, can we please-

You were cutted off by your phone, and an incoming call from Joe.

“Hello Joe!" you said a little excited.

“Y/n, sorry for calling at this time, but it's Ben" his voice was filled with worry, and your smile instantly dropped from your face.

“What happened?” Gwilym looked at you confused.

“I would meet him tonight, but he simply disappeared"

You heart began to beat fast at his last words and you placed your hand in your forehead looking at the friend in front of you.

“Are you sure, he didn't go out with Rami and Lucy"

“I already talked with them...y/n I've called him ten times and he didn't answer"

“Okay, I'll try to find him, and than I talk to you"

“Okay" you hang up your cell phone, holding it against your chest, as your hand shaked a little.

“Everything's okay, y/n?” Gwilym asked now worried.

“Ben disappeared"

——

Praying was everything you wanted to do by now, and you couldn't imagine that searching for Ben would be so difficult.

“I really hope you're here Ben"

Parking in front of the University, you felt your heart tight, the feeling that might not found Ben anywhere made you sick.Leaving the car, you felt the cold wind touch the skin of your face as walking into the unsed shed of the college.He used to go there when something bad happened.

You hear some yelling from the inside and the voice was of someone you knew well, Ben.

"Please you shouldn't be here" a old man who was cleaning the place said

“Piss off!!" a grave voice filled the ambient with anger.

“I'll talk to him" you tell to the man who nodded hesitantly, leaving you two alone.

“I said piss off!!" Ben yelled again, a bottle of vodka in his hand.

“No." he was suprised by your voice and quickly turned face you.

“y/n?" his green eyes catch your and you could tell he has been crying.

“Give me this, Ben" you tried to took the bottle off his hands, but he was stronger than you.

“No, leave me the fucking alone!”

“Ben" you grabbed his arm again, this time making the bottle fall to the ground, breaking into pieces.

“Look what you did!!" he yelled frustrated, almost crying and you take the oportunitty to put your hands in his face.

“We've been worried, Ben" he looked at you, lost.“Where have you been?"

“You were worried about me?" you smiled a little.

“Of course I did"

“After all the bloody shit I did, you are still here, why?

You looked into the ground, the sadness washing over you.

“Because before everything you are my friend Ben.” you smiled.“You were the first person that I ever talk to in campus"

“You should go home y/n"

“Not without you"

——

Since the day you found him, drunk and took him home, Ben couldn't help but only apologize to you and ask if you two could try again as friends.He suddenly stopped drinking and going to parties like he used to do, more focus on college and on you.

He was horrible at expressing his feelings, he knew but he was trying so hard, giving you some gifts, roses and hanging out almost every week with you, when you're done with your math tests.You made him happy, and he couldn't understand why he denied those feelings before.He was a stupid arsehole, he think to himself.

“Hello?"you said into the phone, and he couldn't help but smile, when he heard your voice.

“Hey, y/n, would you mind going out with me today?"

“I don't know Ben, I have a test Monday”

“Please, I need to show you something?"

“Show me what?" he smirked, you were so damn curious all the time.

“I promise that if you come with me, I'll help with your test, and besides you're gonna like this"

“Okay...Can you tell me what it is?”

“It's a surprise”

“You know I hate them"

“Well I'm sure you're gonna love this one"

“Fine"

“Pick you up at 8, bye"

He hanged up falling in his bed smiling.

——

“God Ben, I'm gonna fall this way." you grabbing his hands that were in your eyes, making you blind.

“Shh, I promise that it would be worth"

You smiled when you felt him kiss the back of your head.

“Ready?"you nodded and he took his hands away, revealing an incredible ambient.

A lot of candles and some roses, were spread in the ground, making a way to the table who were decorated as well, with them.Two glasses of wine and spaghettis, Ben knew you liked italian food.

“So?" he said nervousily, looking at you.

“Ben, this is, is amazing" you smiled at him and he took your hand.“But why"

“Listen" he held your two hands, caressing them. “I,I never knew why you always would help me, taking care of me when I was drunk, giving me advice even tho I was older than you, but you did" you breath heavily "When all I ever did was be an arsehole to you, rejecting you, hurting you.The truth was that, after I kissed you in that night, I felt scared, it was a new feeling for me and I didn't want to lose you... but I guess it happened the same"

His eyes were in yours, and you felt lost in them.

“When I saw you with Gwilym, I went crazy...The tought of you finding the perfect guy, that wasn't me, made me sick..." you gasped for air, as you heard his words a little shocked.

“We're just friends, Ben"

“I know, I know and it was stupid to think like that but I did."

His hands came to your cheeks.

“When I heard that you worried about me, I, all I could think is how I let myself lose you"

"Ben"

“Let me finish, please.After that I decided that I should earn you, that I would fight for you, not matter how difficult it was"

Your hand touched his blond locks and he smiled,calming himself.

“I never was good at showing my feelings, but I guess that at least I tried my best" he looked around and you did the same.

"Yeah" you felt some tear stream down your face and Ben cleaned up them quickly.

“I love you, y/n" he said kissing you passionately, bringing you closer to him.

"I love you too" you say after breaking the kiss, hugging him tight.

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[thorcat]

To all the people, who work in retail

You, as also i, are people who work in different branches in retail.

We are working hard and doing our best to make the costumer happy and share, eventually also explain, the branches of products we have. Now, i know that some costumers are hard to work with and that the stories of people, who work in retail, are filled with negativity and bad vibes.

Those are absolutely understandable and i know pretty much myself how mean costumers can be, but did you ever thought on the little nice things you happen to you? The few who are giving you a compliment in how well you do your job? Some even bring you the compliment in form of a tiny gift or just a tip.

I noticed, sadly, that negativity is spreading easy and fast over this platform, instead of some warm and gentle stories, who might give inspiration or even motivation to work with a smile.

Many costumers do give little compliments, who seem to get overshadowed with the few bad things that happened during the day. I have usually around one up to three bad things happen per day, but good things? Almost 20. Yet is seems to get easy forgotten and we focus upon the three bad.

Here is some positivity:

I am working in bakery store, where we mostly serve people, who we never see again. It’s at the train station of lucerne (Switzerland) and one of the spots where simply tourists come inside to purchase gifts of their family/friends to bring them into their country. I serve people from India, china, japan, USA, UK and many many more, yet there are those few, who are returning costumers. An actually quite big amount of Swiss people, who come over for their coffee, in the morning, for a slow start into the day or a sandwich for lunch etc.

People who are returning folk, i usually already know what they want and just ask if they wish a nice coffee etc. and that mostly already gives a smile upon the person. You remembered them, you noticed them and you know what they usually want to have, which makes them feel alot more comfortable and even warmly welcomed.

Said costumer was really touched, when i remembered what he bought last time and we know he was unsure about the new item he had purchased that day. I asked him, if it was fitting his taste and he started even laughing, while ordering a second time the new item. At the end i got told that i was one of the most friendliest serving people he ever seen and brought on mother’s day a rose for me, just because he wanted to gift me the same joy back.

Another nice story:

We have an old lady, who needs a moment to collect her thoughts and help with choosing the items, because she tends to forget the names of the products.

I am always coming around, showing the items and actually know by now what she usually aims for. She is more than thankfully that i am so patient with her and continue the serve her as gentle as i can without losing my smile.

Every time when Christmas approaches, she comes into the store and brings those, who are always serving her so nicely a little bag with self made cookies. It’s her way to thank us being so nice to her and i received such a bag, i almost broke out in tears.

I’m not done yet:

There is a second older lady always coming into the store and purchasing some bread from us. She doesn’t want any pastry or sweets, even goes to  a few selected pool of people hands them some fresh fruits over.

“You always work with the temptation of sugar, but please do not forget to take some vitamins to get through the day.” she told me and either gives me a few fruits for my break or a whole bag for the whole crew to share with.

Those little gestures are, what makes me want to stay in retail and bring joy to costumers, because there are so many nice ones, when you, yourself, sparkle with motivation and love to the job you do.

I learned over all those years that not the negative parts of costumers comments should lead your day, but the few nice words. Do not allow those few rude words to ruin your day, but laugh at them and think upon the way more positive feedback you got, because i am sure you get plenty a day and those are precious moments.

I am fully aware that i struggle lightly with wording and that my post might be a tad hard to understand, but i hope i can set a spark in you, to brighten your day and move your thoughts upon nice moments you had in retail.

Even better:

Reblogg, if you had a wonderfully, magical or simply heartwarming moment to share the stories with others! (If you want to, that is, ofc!)

There is already so many negativity going on, that it would be a nice change to spread some positivity!

Bring some joy and have an amazing day. You are awesome! <3

[atrixfromice]

Help...I really need help!

Hey howdy folks? Hope you’re doing well! Today I'm happy to share..

...another...

...messy sketch again...

Bah ben, I’m not going to lie. I’ve been charging this on my shoulders for a good while, and I guess some of you might like to know to help me...and I think I need to talk a bit about it...too...My dear friend Faik always said that the wisest thing to do when you need help, it’s to ask for it.

I’ve been feeling down these months...Like...I-don't-wanna-live-anymore kind of down....Between the hard days of my job, the rent, the bills and taxes, and my father that no longer wants to support my mon and siblings and the fact that they are in bankruptcy. It’s been two times I’ve felt like that; when I fell in love and I had my heart broken because my love gone, and this one.

You know what? We all are broke. My dad's “gift” to the family was to cheat on my mom, and leaving giving us all a lot of debts. And no matter how hard I work I don’t see the light at the end of this tunnel. I work every day, every single one even on weekends, and I’ve been comming home very late because of the people who blocks the highway for some stupid reason or another. When I come home I have no time to do my home chores. That whithout mentioning my health problems with my back and also that I suffer from high pressure, my family problems, and that my boyfriend feels down because we no longer have the time we used to have to hang out. And when we do I’m always tired T_T

Plus! When I come home I have no energy left to draw, but I have a lot of cool ideas for my comic, and illustrations in general, that wander and haunt my mind in the night when everybody is sleeping, and I should be too. In the nights I cannot sleep. So, I’ve spent my nights these days trying to draw cool stuff and working on my comic, but I just have no force to do it. I’ve just managed to draw  acouple of sketches, and when I post them, no soul wants to appreciate them or reblogg them or like them or comment on them. Not even on deviantart! O_O And in deviantart I’ve always had a positive reaction about my art. And it’s not from recently, it’s been like that since a good while

What happened in the last two years that the comments/likes/favorites on my artwork have decreased so drastically?...Is there a reason??!...My quality on the art has decreased?..Usually doing artwork and sharing it was what gave me the force to stand up and continue when difficult times arrived. But now that I no longer have that..I don’t know how what to do to cope with difficult times!!!

I don’t know what worths the effort to make art and sleep at 3 am if nobody’s going to appreciate it! These are the times when I wonder if I haven’t took the wrong path...what if my day was always right and the art is a waste of my time. I have lived half of my life already and I feel I haven’t made anything really trascendental on my life. I’m just a frustraded illustrator and wannabe animator. If I die today and don’t wake up tomorrow, probably no one will remember me...No one will know I was here! My own siblings often said they will not miss me..

I haven’t talked very much with my few friends in a good while (well except with my boyfriend, the poor has been taking all that emotional charge. To my dear mentor and friend I talked about it a bit too ) or anybody in general, because I wouldn’t like to transmit them those sad feelings and vibes ...But I do it now because I really need help. I feel like I’m on a dark tunnel that has no end...

I think there’s always a light on the end of a dark tunnel though...or well, at least I would like to hope so! So that’s why I made THIS so you can support my artwork there if you like. For 3 bucks for you can buy a coffee, for me it’s an entire meal that could let me to survive another day more. You know I wouldn't ask this if I wouldn't really need it.

And even, you don’t have to have money to help, you can share the links so other people can support me if they like. And, there’s another way you can help...I know this is going to sound weird comming from me, because I've always believed that if people are going to give feedback/faves, etc on artists creations, it's because they feel it in the heart and so no need to ask for it. So I've never asked for it. ...But I would really really really appreciate you letting me know you like my work, and giving me feedback on my artwork in these moments! like you used to do it before. Because I feel that would help me so much to have the energy and strenght to continue working and trying to find a solution for this...to feel better...to not going crazy! Please tell me what you think about my character designs when I ask which one looks better. Tell me if you like my fanart of finding nemo,if you like Jacques, Ariel, or any other animated character. Tell me if you like one of my original characters! Tell me what you think about my character Pierre! :D Plus! Want a friend to talk about food, science, videogames, animals, cartoon characters, animation...cephalopods? :D About your every day life? Talk with me!

Talk with me!!! You will always be welcome! :D And you will be sure that I'll always give it back a sincere frienship if you give me sincere friendship.

So to finish this, because I think I talked a lot, hehe. I would like to say I always appreciate every and each comment on my artwork, and even if I take a time to respond sometimes because of this situation I just talked about, I read them all and they make me happy and warm inside! ^^

[dentelle-grise]

Your Latest Trick - Chapter 25

Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party.(Loki x Reader NSFW) -

First chapter here (can be read as a oneshot) All chapters to date at AO3 (64K, NC-17)

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Chapter 25

You don’t expect Loki to still be in your quarters when you finally come in from the balcony.

You wait until you’ve calmed down, till you’ve sucked back the tears from the brink. You’re battling a furious mix of frustration and self-directed anger. What if you’d told Papa back there. You half wish you had. He’d have believed you too, but then what would Loki have done? Evaporated to never be seen again?

You feel like he’s toying with you and you’ve been too blinded by desire to see it. He’s not serious and this masquerade will go on until the day you’re caught.

Could that be that he wants?

It's a long time before your blood has cooled and by then you're more sad than anything else.

You lied again, if only by omission, and feel more trapped than ever. Papa’s words you don’t recall exactly, but he was offering help. And you lied to him.

You creep back through the bathroom and push the door to the bedroom.

Loki is very much still there. You stop, short, shocked at the sight.

He’s completely naked, standing right in the middle of the room. Though he’s facing away from you, his hands stretched up above his head, you are sure he knows you’re there.

Your eyes follow his long legs, the elegant curve of his hips and up his back, pausing on the scar. He’s waiting for a reaction and then you realize what’s odd.

He’s tied his own hands from the ceiling, doubtless by magic, and it pulls him up so that he seems even taller than usual.

“Loki?”

What is this?

He just laughs. Nothing’s wrong. He intended this.

He turns enough that you see his face and that's when you also see he has a strip of black satin covering his eyes.

Not entirely naked then.

You take a gulp of air, your focus suddenly realigned.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

His hands are attached just high enough to force him onto his toes. He shifts constantly to maintain his balance. It looks uncomfortable, but then he put himself there and could surely break free in an instant if he chose to.

"Guess." he says hoarsely. “Use your imagination.” you watch him swallow. His own is definitely already at work.

“I trust you. Just. Do as you feel with me.”

This blows away every prior thought, or rather the frustration and anger might just have found an outlet.

You think you know what this is now. Loki doesn’t ever apologize outright. This much you’ve learnt. He half tortured you with pleasure earlier, not to mention the humiliation. And now he’s offering you some sort of revenge in kind.

If he weren’t blindfolded, he’d see how this throws you off balance, how it makes you fluster and blush to the roots of your hair.

He probably knows though, that’s why he grins so as he swings around in your direction. It makes you want to take him down a peg or two.

Then, you know exactly what you are going to do. Silently you step over and take the quill from your desk.

You creep up and, without touching him anywhere else, start to stroke the feather over one of his nipples, making him hiss and shudder. You concentrate on flicking the one nipple repeatedly until it’s pebbled and hard and its twin has done the same in sympathy. You know you’ve got him thinking of your first time, of what this did to you, commanding the feather by magic, and that such thoughts amplify his own reactions. He twists and shivers under your ministrations. With half his face hidden you can’t see his reaction but he certainly lets you hear it, making little ‘oh-oh-ohs’, sighs, whimpers, while you calmly paint his skin with the feather.

You don’t relent. Loki makes gasps of growing intensity until it’s too much and he starts to swing himself from his bonds, trying to trap you with his legs.

You just dodge, taking advantage of the fact he can’t see you. He has given you the advantage, but when you laugh he knows exactly where you are and he’s so quick that he nearly catches you. He blindly knocks over a chair and kicks the sofa in his efforts and you start to wonder if the ceiling will hold.

You back away, out of reach. Then, giving no warning, you lunge and catch him instead, burying your face in his belly and nipping. It works far better than you could have expected. He lets out a bitten off cry and comes almost instantly all over the both of you, dragging in air between spasms and letting out a broken stream of praise and curses till finally he utters a word you don’t recognize at all. His bonds break and he falls into your arms, all but knocking you over.

You sag under his weight and gently slip together to the floor, where you untie the blindfold. Underneath you see an expression still more naked than the rest of him. He looks totally unguarded and lost. When you notice the tracks of tears you want to put the slip of cloth right back for modesty’s sake, but fascination stays your hand.

“Loki, do really like being…?” You wave the blindfold a second, “…bound, helpless.” It seems incredible, given the way he’s capable of utterly owning you physically.

“Not in the slightest.” He says, regaining some composure. It sounds offhand but contradicts all immediate evidence. “I’m never helpless.” He the last word ends in a dirty chuckle that goes right through you. Then, more seriously, he says, “I only want to give myself to you.”

There follows a clean up session of decadent proportions, involving two successive baths - the first time you dried one another things became too heated and finished in full out lovemaking on the bathroom floor. You didn’t realize how wound up you were just from watching him, how easily he could tip the balance.

Afterwards, as you lie on the bed, his head pillowed on your stomach, his expression hidden from you, he promises you will see your parents and Odin together. Then he shifts up nuzzles into your neck, holding you, and whispering about how it will all be alright, he’ll see to it.

You’re infused with relief, even though he sounds apprehensive, or perhaps because of he does - who wouldn’t be?

This is a major victory, even though he has made no mention of when such a meeting might happen. It’s finally going to happen. You’re going to make this real. Loki will announce his return to the world and it will be the end of all the hiding and lying and weirdness. The future is vertiginous with possibilities.

You go about thanking him and celebrating it all at the same time, your movements slow but not hesitant. You don’t want to talk of it more. It’s scary. You want to show him through kisses and touches, how pleased you are that finally, finally you’re going to take this step together.

It’s supposed to be affectionate rather than passionate, but soon kissing isn’t enough. He reaches his hand lower and you willingly accept. Then fixing you in the eye he smirks.

“How many times, I wonder?” he asks in a voice feigning innocence.

“What?” though you think you’ve guessed;

“How many times could I make you come in one night?”

It sounds loving, cheeky. It’s a romantic idea.

In practice, it’s a crazy idea. If you thought he was trying to kill you out there on the battlements that was nothing.

He starts gently, fingers and lips all over you. He’s painstakingly careful not to do anything to hurt you and with his own lust sated he’s fully in control. Usually you’re satisfied with once, impressed with any more, but even alone you have never experimented to know where the limit lies.

Then, with his tongue pressed deep inside you, he caresses your breasts blindly but exquisitely above his head. You have a view of the top of his head but, when he looks up and gives you a flash of those eyes, your whole body jolts. His gaze pins you emotionally, if you weren’t already pinned physically.

Your body knows the way, when he re-engages, the expectation is there, the path beaten, this time you race down it into the wall of orgasm.

“You are just so lovely like this.” He murmurs as you lay there panting.

He is dedicated to his mission but you as you come down and his caresses resume, you also start to have a creepy feeling that this is a kind of experiment for him. The fascination in his face is more than sexual, its academic, which is not to say it isn’t carnal or that perhaps it’s even more erotic because his intellectual curiosity is piqued as well.

You are like some specimen he has collected and is now playing with. You try hard not to think of boys and the terrible tortures they subject insects to. Fortunately he choses that moment to bite you on the hip in passing and all such ideas disappear.

He moves you onto you side and works from behind you, hidden, reduced to the sensation he creates and his words. When you cry out raggedly, he hushes you like an animal that needs to be calmed. You don’t need to be calmed. Not at all, you want more of him, but most of all the part of him that’s scheming and reasoning and watching, a step back from what he’s actually doing.

You want to make him lose it and watch it happen, now that would be beautiful.

You close your eyes imagining that happening, him coming, that half troubled look he gets sometimes, just before… That’s what pushes you over the edge again, and this time its like you keep on falling.

You can hear him telling you how good you are how beautiful you are, how he loves to see you like this and all the time he persists, stimulating you any way he can until it happens again and you shudder, grasping the sheets the air, anything.

Bit by bit he’s chasing away your thought and reason, until there is only the want and the living, writhing, growing thing that drags you toward another climax. Oversensitive and eager, it gets easier and easier for you to fall over that edge, the reality of the situation is slipping away, and as he comes into view he seems enthralled.

And all the time he denies himself. It waits there, like so much latent anger, ready to trap him. Your altered state gives you an odd kind of clarity, one focused on him alone. Under the surface is something driving him, something angry, something hurt. It’s like a need to lay waste. It would be frightening were it not for your utter trust, instead you feel a thrill.

When watching you has become too much he pins you to the wall with magic so that you are suspended just inches from the floor. You feel weightless. Like this, his hands free to fondle you as he takes you. He’s never been so demanding, nor so giving and the moment he enters you is pure bliss. Your world narrows to your own heat, everything stemming from that one place he’s now relentlessly plundering. It’s like all that went before was nothing but a prelude to this.

He’s being loud but you don’t understand his words, it’s just noise but the tone is one of adulation. On and on it goes, so that there are no long peaks and valleys but a never-ending plateau of pleasure.

But then gives a broken cry unlike any you’ve heard from him yet and you wonder through the fog in your mind if he’s alright and try pull him to you, though your limbs are too weak to obey and he just leans on you shaking. You can feel the carpet under you feet, though you don’t recall him breaking the spell. You croon to him and stroke and kiss him until he calms, his body damp with sweat against your and still sparking reactions wherever you touch.

You struggle back to the bed and lie silent a moment. Its not the warm lethargy you expected, more an insatiable over-awareness. It’s a floating dreamlike state where you feel cushioned from everything but where the slightest touch anywhere on your body is almost too much. Loki strokes your hand touching the fingers one by on and you twist yourself against him. It feels like like the most intimate thing he could be doing when he’s only caressing your little finger.

“You’re unstoppable.” he sighs, tucked under your arm and the vibrations of the words go through you like waves

“I lost count.” you say, surprised you can still form words. It feels like an apology, but question really makes no sense anymore. He seems to take it as a complement though and pulls you closer. You can feel a pleasurable vibration from him like he was humming to you. After a few moments you realize he is softly snoring.

You sleep late, unbothered by the sunlight creeping behind the curtains, and wake alone, of course. You’ve all but missed the morning and you’re ravenous.

You move slowly, full of delicious aches and pains. There’s no chance that you could catch Loki if you had to run after him today. But then you guess he isn’t moving too quickly this morning either and that idea makes you smile.

But still he was up and about before you and evaded all discussion of the meeting with Odin and your parents. The idea of it makes you nervous too, despite your readiness.

One thing at a time then. First you’ll see Papa, right away if you can. You’ll explain everything that’s happened and put yesterday right. That way, he’ll ease the way with Mother. Her reaction to your ‘beau’s’ identity you cannot predict. When it comes to seeing Odin he’ll help too. You’ll have an ally. However you decide you’ve no need to mention Loki’s presence yesterday.

When you emerge from your chambers it’s clear there’s something special going on. There’s flags out and music coming from the main esplanade. The palace gates are open and everyone in sight is busy going places, carrying things, food especially, decorations, what looks like parts of a movable stage/ You’ve been so distracted lately that if an event planned for today then you completely missed knowing what it is and you’ve been so occupied that you wouldn’t have heard it on the grapevine.

But from the atmosphere this doesn’t look prepared. There’s stress as well as bustle, a kind of hyperactive excitement. What’s all the fuss about? An unexpected visit perhaps. Has Odin finally invited the elven dignitaries? Your mind falls again to that face, ‘her’. You can’t let this complicate things.

Papa is not in the treasury as you hoped. No doubt he is taken with the preparations too.

The advantage of the hubbub is that no one pays attention to you and you simply observe. Odin must be busy with the visitors, and Loki is who knows where. You feel a bit peaked. There’s little chance you’ll be able to them both today. You wander about in rather in a haze for while, beset by flashes, of last night.

There are hastily erected marquees and the inevitable bunting in the marketplace and the central city seems invaded by stalls and hawkers of all kinds like on a public holiday.

You buy yourself a pasty, a large one, and devour it with relish there in the street while the vendor, chubby and raucous in a straining striped apron, watches. Because you were clearly enjoying it and hadn’t bothered moving away from the stall as you ate, he embarrassingly draws attention to you as he calls out to all and sundry about how tasty his wares are.

“What’s the big event?” you interrupt between mouthfuls, glad to see Asgard looking more like its old self. The semblance of normality and joyous atmosphere help you to set your mind on something else for a moment than your concerns and the ghosts of Loki’s touches.

“The prince has returned.” You stop munching and stare at him. Already? Loki has revealed his survival to the whole of Asgard while you were sleeping! You grin and nearly drop the food.

“He has prevailed over the forces of darkness and the King is throwing a party. But you come from the palace, didn’t you know?”

You laugh nervously. “I slept late and missed the news.”

You take another large bite, a good excuse to to answer any questions.

“They say he’s brought the mortal.” He says behind his hand. “So, there could be another reason to celebrate…” he goes on excitedly, so focused on imparting the news that he pays no attention to your evident confusion. “A royal engagement!”

“The mortal?” You say dumbly.

“The Lady Jane.”

You rally. He’s talking about Thor, of course he’s talking about Thor. But Loki had said Thor was busy defending Midgard.

“Already!?” It must have been an easy triumph. You don’t know if it’s relief for Thor or disappointment that this is not Loki’s celebration.

“Well they don’t live so long do they? He can’t afford to hang around.”

You half-heartedly look for Asta, checking your favorite haunts while the crowd swells around you. You want to have it out with her about yesterday. Although you can’t tell her the truth yet, at least you can find out what’s got into her, what she meant by that parting look.

You make your way back to the palace. It might even be better like this, like this not all the focus will be on Loki when he reappears. On second thoughts something tells you he might prefer not to share the attention with Thor. You only wonder why Loki and Odin hadn’t told Thor already about Loki’s survival. Perhaps that’s where Loki is now, seeing his brother, but who knows how things really stand between those two.

Back within the palace walls you make for Asta’s quarters but your path is blocked by a group of courtiers moving toward the throne room. Papa is not among them, but mother is! She spots you at the very same moment you see her.

The group is murmuring nervously, obviously about to see the King, you want to back off, but Mother gives an excited cry on seeing you and runs over.

To your embarrassment, everyone stares as she hugs you demonstratively and calls you her dear girl, which is almost unknown for her - how can this day get any stranger? - before thankfully pulling you away into a cloistered walkway.

“Well, you certainly know how to keep a secret. To think.”

So that’s it. Loki really didn’t wait for you. But a least you think, taking in her jubilance and shining eyes, she not unhappy with the idea. You think you can forgive him.

“We would never have guessed. But what wondrous news.” She pulls back and holds you at arms length just looking you over and smiling, glowing almost. “I am so proud. Who would have thought, my little girl, a queen.”

“What?! But…” You had thought perhaps that Thor’s prolonged absence on Midgard might mean he no longer wanted the throne but there was nothing official. That would have left no heir. But now there was Loki. And if you were with Loki…

“I admit I did fear it was a bit soon. But there’s no time like the present. Just what Asgard needs, some good news. You’ll make the family proud and the nation strong. When will you announce your engagement?”

“Engagement?!”.

Mother hushes you. “I knew it was serious when I saw you at the armory. You just didn’t have the words to tell me. Did you.” She’s being infuriatingly condescending. “But you know, you weren’t very discreet were you now!!”

“We were seen? People know?”

“Your little secret is out, or should I say your big secret - The king was seen outside your chambers.”

The King!!!

“No!!!”

Not Loki but Odin? You don’t speak out a second time, the shock and incomprehension on your face is enough to stop her.

“Oh ho.” This seems to make her even happier. “You thought you’d kept it quiet?”

“I’m not-”

“Oh I know you’re weren’t galavanting and Odin would not… treat a woman that way.”

“We played chess, what twice, and Papa was even there the second time.” you protest.

“Chess, that’s a sweet way to put it.” And she smiles even more patronizing, this time with a glint in her eye. She has always been an affirmed royalist, and despite Odin’s crazy experiments she still seems to support him wholeheartedly. “I’m glad you have finally shown sufficient brains to make a good marriage. Well, not just good.” She adds tapping you affectionately on the arm “The finest.”

“The king was not in my chambers, if he was seen near my rooms it’s because he sleepwalks.”

She looks like nothing you say will change her course and knowing this bit of information on Odin’s nocturnal habits has done nothing for your case.

“You think that-” You try again but you can’t say it because you don’t want to picture it. She thinks you’re sleeping with Odin. The sheer idea… You just want her to disappear, for something to come and save you, for Loki to appear and sweep you away, for Papa…

And then in your mind everything falls into place - his concern yesterday! and Asta and Dagny’s behavior. The rumor must have gone right around the palace.

At that moment the doors to the throne room open, but instead of the crowd going in, Thor strides out, resplendent in his best red ceremonial robes and full regalia and flanked by a dozen guards.

He looks around and his eyes fall on you.

“You.” he says without even saying your name, and your mother takes an audible intake of breath. There’s not an ounce of friendliness in Thors’s expression, not the slightest shadow of the old camaraderie.

“I would speak with you.” His gaze sears through you. All the more severe for coming from one you thought you knew well.

You take a step forward and mother does too, glued to your side.

“Alone.”

Chapter 26

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We’re a little more than a month from Dramatically Ever After hitting bookstore shelves on June 20, 2017!!!! (ebook is available June 6, 2017!), so it’s the perfect time for an excerpt and a tumblr giveaway. We’re giving away one *annotated* advanced reader copy of Dramatically Ever After. Giveaway info after the excerpt!

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I took a sip of my cocoa, my eyes opening in surprise as the kick from the chili powder hit my tongue unexpectedly. It took another two sips before I decided I liked it. “You’re such a politician. Always on, always talking to people like you’re in the middle of a campaign or something.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Instead of arching my eyebrow at him like I usually would, I wrapped my hands around the hot mug and said, “Okay, I bite. Why are you so into politics?”

Kris dumped another packet of sugar into his cocoa then stirred it with the little biscotti that had been balanced on his saucer. “You do remember my dad was mayor for, like, eight years, right? And that he’s a senator now?”

“Yeah. My parents voted against him in all three elections.” I winked to show I was teasing him, even though it was true.

“And he still won,” Kris said with a smirk. “The thing is, I loved it.”

Of course he would. His dad always had pictures of Kris and his brothers playing soccer on an immaculately manicured lawn or smiling perfectly posed magazine-worthy smiles in his campaign posters. “What, being the center of attention?

“Actually, no, that part kind of sucked, even though our town media is only, like, four people and Mrs. Millstone’s gossip blog.” He finally took a sip of his cocoa and I was surprised he didn’t fall over from sugar overdose.

“Wait, let’s pause for a second. She’s blogging now?” Mrs. Millstone had been the neighborhood gossip since I was a baby, the person you could go to if you wanted to know anything about anyone in the development where Kris, Alec, and I lived. Mom always reminded us that we couldn’t get away with anything, like sneaking out or parties, thanks to our one-person neighborhood watch.

“Yup, you can even get breaking news sent to your phone.”

I sat back, imitating his posture, and tried to imagine the older woman typing away into a smartphone. My side hurt from the suppressed laughter and I had to put down my mug before I could spill anything. “Wow.”

“Anyway, politics. It was so cool watching democracy in process, and seeing how powerful each of our votes can be. Dad always had people from both sides over for dinner and I’d hang out with him at the town hall when we were off from school. I really liked seeing how hard he worked to listen to all sides and come up with solutions that would make everyone happy.”

“Well, I don’t know about everyone—”

“You know what I mean,” he said, cutting me off. “I saw how much good someone can do as the voice of the people, and I wanted to do the same. And then I really got hooked after joining the student council.”

I tapped the table with my fingernail. “Right. You started strong in seventh grade when you won the tech club vote by saying we needed to stop wasting school funds and class time on band concerts because ‘they hurt your ears and nobody actually wants to sit through those anyway.’” That may have been the first time in my memory Kris had gone from being that annoyingly perfect kid down the street to despicable.

He rubbed the back of his head and his smile turned sheepish. “Yeah…not the brightest moment of my political career, but in my defense, they really hated having to do the lighting for your concerts.”

I waved my hand dismissively at that comment. “Oh, please. The tech club was lucky to have a front row seat to some of Lambertfield’s rising talent.”

“We’re talking about the same middle school band, right?” Kris leaned forward onto his elbows, a massive, teasing grin on his face. “With the really squeaky clarinets and flutes coming in all the wrong times and Alec massacring the trombone all while playing a Dirty Dancing medley?” I opened my mouth to protest, and he added, “By the way, the school got a few of complaints from parents who didn’t think it was appropriate for you guys to play that.”

I forgot what I was going to say and snorted involuntarily. “Wow.”

“’Hungry Eyes’ was apparently super offensive. The student council had to weigh in and I got to point out that no one was actually going to see the lyrics.” He laughed, too, then shook his head and said, “You got to grill me about politics, so now it’s my turn. Why acting?”

I thought about it for a second, breaking up my biscotti into crumbs as I tried to find a way to put something into words that was ephemeral. “I’ve wanted to be an actress for as long as I can remember. It’s a part of me, like breathing. I don’t think I could give it up if I tried.  There’s something...” I dug around for the right word again—‘magical’ was overused, ‘amazing’ was weak, “…powerful about getting to become another person. I need to breathe and walk and talk like them, and it’s a little like getting to play dress up and pretend all the time. And it’s so wonderful to finish a scene and see the audience laughing or crying, knowing I made that reaction happen. Not only did I get to inhabit someone else, but I was able to transport the audience into that world, too. It makes all the sweat and makeup and rehearsal worth it, you know?” Kris had stopped drinking and was watching me intently with a small smile, and I felt warmth creep over my cheeks again. “Or something like that,” I finished, drowning my mumble with cocoa.

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Your Latest Trick - Chapter 21

(Loki x Reader NSFW) Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party.

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Chapter 21

You inadvertently do something that shakes Loki’s trust in you and reveals a shocking secret from his past.  Meanwhile, Odin’s overconfidence with the Aether is more than raising eyebrows.

Hornace is sitting bundled in a reclining chair on the balcony.  He’s glum and clearly uncomfortable, but far better already than you ever could have hoped. His rapid recovery seems driven by his anger, but he’s still too weak to travel. You’re charged with bringing him in and changing his dressings.

“They should get rid of it before it swallows Asgard whole.” he mutters. He’s not really talking to you, more to the view of the city. “They don’t know what they’re doing. Not even the King.“ His voice falls to a whisper. ”Impetuous, excitable, foolhardy…”

He allows himself to be lifted and wheeled inside. 

None of his words seem to describe the stoic and proud Odin. Stubborn perhaps, but ‘foolhardy’? Hornace’s mood is soured by his injury, of course, and Odin is not his King. Might that make him more objective ?” You missed most of the explanations of their experiments that day after Odin’s speech, but you know what they’re trying to do - protect the realm.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” He huffs. He must see your consternation and turns his head to look at the wall, away from you and the task you have to do, away from the wound. “He’s the only one who can call a halt.”

Hornace tenses himself but doesn’t flinch as you let the warm water flow over his skin. You feel proud you’ve got the temperature perfect. Here in the healing rooms you pour yourself into your tasks like nothing else existed.

Rather than recoiling from the damaged flesh, you find yourself admiring the precision of healer’s work there. Dwarves are so much smaller, how difficult it must have been knitting the skin together there.

“Beautiful.” You say. An inappropriate word, but he doesn’t seem offended, just raises a shaggy eyebrow and hazards a glance. “I mean… it’s healing beautifully.”

“So much the better, the sooner I’ll be out of here.”

    Your confusion resurfaces as soon as you leave the healing rooms. So you walk home alone along the battlements with only the rising wind for company. Soon it will be too cold for this route to be comfortable, but for now it’s fine. You welcome the wind in your hair and clothes. You try to let it blow away your cares.

You wonder who Loki will be tonight.

Your wonder about Loki and Sif, and Fandral and Sif and Thor…and Sif and you and what she can possibly be thinking of you now.

As if on cue, you spot them, Fandral and Sif, coming the other way along the narrow walkway. They must see you about the same time. You keep your pace steady.

When you draw close enough, you see that Fandral is carrying both their swords, so they can walk closer together. How cute. You try not to show you’ve noticed, try not to stare. Whatever the issue was this morning they’ve resolved it. You’re getting ready to greet them politely when Sif drops her hand from her lover’s waist and bounds ahead to meet you.

She’s not confrontational, just awkward, which is far worse.

“I would like to apologize, for my intrusion.” She bows her head. She’s as uncomfortable as you are. A thousand unvoiced questions hang in the air.

“A simple mistake. No need to worry.” you reply. It’s easier to say while she’s not looking at you.

Fandral catches up and Sif raises her head, catching your eye a second. There’s the tiniest something there, as though she thinks she understands you and seeks that spark of understanding in return.

You don’t know how to react. You don’t try to process it. It’s at such cross purposes to your true situation. You stand there at a loss and the moment passes.

“Look.” says Fandral, oblivious, breaking the silence.

He’s pointing toward the tournament field where there’s a group of figures, your mother and Odin among them. You see that Odin is holding Gungnir and, mounted on the end of the famous staff, is something glowing a familiar red. Odin points it into the field where there is still some fallen masonry waiting to be cleared.

There’s a shot of light and the block of stonework simply explodes into nothing leaving a puffy cloud of dust. The people applaud and their cheers are carried to you on the wind. You look at the place the stonework had been as the dust clears.  Hornace’s worries were unfounded it seems, if the dark elves return now they run the risk of annihilation by their own magic.

But then you notice something dark in the dust.  Something falling away, sucking the dust somewhere, like a mouth in the ground.  A growing mouth.

The figures in the party draw back and move closer together.

Then Odin steps forward and you have your heart in your mouth ‘foolhardy and impetuous’? What has become of him since Frigga passed?  But he has Gungnir, now free of the red appendage, and he swings it above his head until its moving so fast you can hardly see it and the movement lets off a hum.  The rest of the group retreat still further. 

Odin lets out a great cry and the swirling air above his head falls toward the advancing abyss, just yards from his feet.

The hum stops and the enchantment lands like a net over the hole, straining as it’s pulled from below. Nothing moves, the hole neither growing nor retreating. The magic holds. 

There’s a collective sigh of relief but no clapping this time. Sif and Fandral are still staring incredulous at the scene. You quietly slip away.

    Loki’s coat is slung over the back of one of your chairs, claiming territory. That soft leather coat, long and so familiar, is very much his, not hers.

The man himself is standing facing the window, hands linked behind his back. Hearing you, he turns revealing an expression as hard and cold as a stone wall. Something has happened. He’s strained, tired, and angry. Could it be about his father’s actions

Thiere’s no trace of the honest ardor of yesterday nor the mischievous grin of this morning. He looks full on at you with a cold fire in his eyes and it hits you. It’s you he’s angry with.

“Darling” he says, without an ounce of affection. “When I said ‘tell no one’ I meant no one.”

“What?” you take a step closer and he rounds on you defensively, ready to spring, and not in a good way.

“I say to ‘tell no one’” he repeats slower and harsher, “and you spill every Intimate detail to the most vicious gossip in Asgard.”

“What? Who?” What can you have said or done to bring about this change? In a rush you think through every word of every conversation, you’ve had… Sif, Fandral, Hornace, the healers, the girls…

It’s true that people around you have noticed something different about you. How could they not. Your mother prised a few details from you, Fandral understood there was something, and as for Asta and Dagny, they are also very close to knowing. but you never let slip the truth to any of them. And not one of them could be called the ‘most vicious gossip in Asgard’.

Asta might be excitable, but she’s sweet, never nasty. You guess she was the closest, if she thought Loki was once your ‘sweetheart’.

“But my friend she…”

“Told everything to anyone who would listen. Details about my ‘stamina’, about how many times…” he spits. “But worst of all that I’m alive and in Asgard.”

“What, I never.”

“Fortunately, it went no further than the stables,”

What? Now you’re lost, you don’t know anyone who works in the stables, at least not personally.

“The damage control we’ve had to do.” He sighs. “All because you had to confide in your ‘faithful steed.’”

But…What? Not Asta but…

“Nara?!”

Of course. The first day out on the moors you had indeed told Nara., you had to tell someone about Loki’s return, you’d been bursting with it and, no, you hadn’t spared any details.

“But I thought it was safe. What harm could possible come…I didn’t think she could. She’s only…” You stop yourself but its too late.

“Only a horse. just a dumb animal, a stupid nag,?” his voice mounts. If he was angry before, that was nothing compared with this. You tell yourself not to be scared. It’s not fair. You didn’t know you could do harm this way, you just hope he can understand that.

“I’m supposed to be dead. Asgard is full of those who betrayed me, if ever the truth was known…”

“What?” You don’t quite reach his volume and that one brave word is weak and wavering but at least it’s there.

You didn’t know he could be this way. He’s livid, but more than that he’s hurt and you don’t know why. You reach for him. You want to coax out the other Loki – the one who teased you about telling on him when you were little – but he dodges and steps away.

“I’d have to leave again.” He says after a moment, “and there’s still so much I’ve got to do.” He starts pacing.

“I’m sorry”. You try. That stops him in his tracks and he looks back at you confused.

“We’re lucky her reputation is so bad. Most didn’t believe her.” He sounds calmer, like he’s trying to reign in his anger, but he won’t meet your eyes. “Perhaps she is ‘just a horse’ to you but she’s a skilled rumormonger who’ll speak ill of anyone to get a laugh or get you on her side. I would truly admire the disorder she makes if it weren’t solely out of hate. She was just waiting for a way to get to me again.”

“Again?” You think you know.

“You couldn’t know.” He sinks down on the bed, resting his head on one hand, hiding his face.

“Sleipnir?”

“ You do know then.” He drops his hand and you see his eyes shining.

“Fandral said-”

“Fandral.” He roars, jumping to his feet.

“He said that Thor. “

“Thor! And what other gems did Thor share about my life.”

“I don’t know.” You’ve got to calm things, boy is he volatile. “It was when you were dead. One evening they were telling stories. I got too upset to stay and listen.”

He softens slightly at that, and starts pacing again.

“She would say that I’d never be a true horse. They were all saying it.” He mutters in a lower, hateful tone. “But I would have. I would have stayed. If he’d loved me back.��� You keep quiet, in part from shock, in part because you know it’s the best way to get him to go on.

“She never let me forget.” He sighs. “Jealousy. Pure and simple.”

“And she’d call Sleipnir ‘the clumsy spider’. Behind my back of course, but so I’d know. She and the others. Always little remarks about the ‘L.E.G.S.’ She got them all saying it. Hilarious.” he adds without humor.

“Of course that changed when he was grown.” And at last you see the hint of a smile.

“But I would have stayed. If he’d only come back.” You are trying to picture it all and keep down your panic about it being true, while he’s having a pity party about slights from a bunch of horses and unrequited love for some unnamed stallion. The ridiculousness of it hits you, but you can’t laugh. You step over to him and put your arms around him, trying to break him out of it. He doesn’t resist.

“Well you’re not a horse Loki, you’re a man, this is you.” you stroke your hand down the length of his arm. He doesn’t push you away so you take his face in your hands and make him look at you. “I love you as you are, the real you.” He doesn’t respond. Not even the rawness of your confession shakes him out of it.

Then it hits you. Loki already has a child! A secret child and you wonder, if Loki can turn into a horse can Sleipnir transform himself into a person? You can’t get your head around it. Loki has done crazy and, some say, terrible things, things you have pushed these to the back of your mind, incompatible as they are with what you have always known of him. But the hints you had of his doings were of violence and deluded world conquest, not of passing time as a pregnant mare, quietly bearing and rearing a foal in the prairies of Asgard while bickering with other horses.

It’s near impossible to picture him as he is here, elegant, poised, sad, but beautiful and to imagine him as a horse. If he hadn’t just told you, if you didn’t know his prowess at transformation, if the story hadn’t come from Thor, if it wasn’t for the desolate look on this face…You would think it was a prank.

“It was a prank that went awry, terribly awry.” He looks away from you and out into the gathering night. “But I’d do it again.”

“Loki, do you want more children?”

He stiffens and you curse yourself. You hadn’t meant it like that, through transformation and magic. What had you meant? it shrieks of a demand for commitment – You’ve only made things worse again. What if the only being that Loki ever had commitment to was this uncaring stallion.

I should have known.” he says slinging himself on the bed.

What should he have known? Known about you? You said you loved him and he ignored it. You don’t know if you’re forgiven. How much of his reaction is your betrayal and how much is his memories?

His face is turned resolutely away from you and into the pillow. He’s fully dressed, a thick layer of leather between you and him, protecting him from any comfort you would bring. You don’t feel great about bringing comfort. It’s you that hurt him, what matter that it was an accident. At least he stayed, when he could have simply disappeared the same way he first brought you here, He’s deep inside himself but at least he’s here with you.

You hug him from behind while he lies there stiffly, never softening into sleep.

Finally, you doze yourself, your cheek against the leather. You only wake when you hear the door close and realize he’s gone. He chose to take the door though. He wanted you to know. He’s walked out angry and with no resolution… You can’t let that happen.

In a second you’re out the door.

He’s moving fast, but not running and you’re chasing, barefoot and silent. It’s déjà vu, like in the gardens before the attack, or in the palace that first night. He could magic himself away, you’re sure of it. If he doesn’t its that he wants you to follow him, or else he’s too distraught. You don’t understand. It seems like the problem was solved, no one believed Nara, so where is the problem. Why is he running away?

You chase him though the corridors of the palace, wondering when you will meet someone or when he will disappear. You try not to lose sight of that flash of green, but you round a corner and find yourself alone. When he’s run from you before he always wanted you to follow. This time you’re not so sure.

There’s no sign of him. You’re miles from your rooms. The night has never seemed so silent.

Then out of the gloom a figure breaks away from the darkness, your heart leaps as the it moves silently toward you, slowly, so slowly almost stumbling.

“Loki?”

There’s no answer. The figure advances.

Chapter 22