#they love their partner so deeply in my mind palace

[simple-persica]

The way…they love each other

[lririx]

*exciting noises* how do you think of a scenarios about morning star!Ithaqua x simp!reader(´,,•ω•,,)♡

You were just a normal person in the Palace.

Ithaqua wouldn't even look in your direction.

As a king he had his pride.

He was infact quite cold towards you.

But you just couldn't help but stare at him.

You'd do anything he ordered you to do immediately.

You'd always ask him whether or not he needed anything.

Ofcourse these didn't go unnoticed from him.

At first he thought it was because you were scared of him. He is you master after all so you have to listen to everything he does.

But after a while he started to question your actions.

Was it really out of fear? Why were you so happy around him?

He started to test you a bit.

He would act way colder around you. He would make you do absurd things all day.

But you didn't care. You were always happy to obey him.

He started to like you. Not because you obeyed him. Because you weren't scared of him.

Everyone else was in the Palace out of fear. But you wanted to be here.

You were just minding your own business when a servant told you that Ithaqua wanted to see you.

You were excited. But at the same time you were nervous since you thought you did something wrong.

You arrive to the throne room. And ask if he needed something.

He tells you to come forward.

“Be my suitor.” He demands.

“Pardon?” You thought you heard him wrong.

“I order you to be my partner. I think I said that loud and clear.”

Your mind went blank. Is he serious? Why in the world would he ask something like this?

But there it was. He made you be his partner. No objections allowed. Well not that you had and objection anyway.

You became his monarch. One he would always cherish.

At first it was a game but now he's fallen deeply in love with you.

He spoils you with the riches of the world. All the gold and jewellery you could ask for.

Even if you don't want any of thoes he will still give them to you. It's his way of showing his love to you.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello I miss typed of my last request could you do a one shot of Tristan with a super affectionate female s/o who give him affection all the time no matter who’s around

Assuming your the anon I got one of them for then I get it. no worries! I gotchu!

Admist the bustle of the grand castle of Liones, your hands were intertwined and weaving effortlessly amongst the flurry of of courtiers and officials bustling about their royal duties. The polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers, and the opulent tapestries hanging on the walls seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past. Despite the formality of your surroundings, you were certainly anything but unrestrained.

"Today looks like a good day." You commented, turning your eyes to Tristan whom hummed in quiet, content response.

He agreed, that in itself was no lie. It had seemed that life had decided to take it easy on all it's children alike, from what Tristan could tell, his parents were in high spirits, the lively bustling of the officials and courtiers were swift and easy. People were helping each other on a whim.

But his mind was on you, it was as if your presence alone was a stark contrast to the otherwise rigid atmosphere of the palace. A whirlwind of warmth and affection that he held a deep appreciation for, his work was admittedly no easy task to take on, but this was just you and him, a much needed break.

There was a small, tentative smile on his face, freely out there for anyone to see. You could understand, that this was truly the very same Tristan you've come to know and love, not to say that you love all other side to him.

Tristan, ever the embodiment of calm and poise, would steal occasional glances at you, his emerald-green and blue eyes softening with a fondness that spoke volumes.

Although the both of you were ever the talkers, taking one turn after the other, there was nothing that needed to be said. This was a bond that was transcend too that of eternity, a deeply found understanding of one other in a way that could never be done for anyone else.

It was not uncommon for you to steal a quick, loving kiss from him, even with a room full of watchful eyes. Tristan, though usually reserved and glaring, responded with a tender squeeze of your hand, his demeanor betraying his contentment with these public displays of affection.

It was something about you, that alone had brought out a sense of peace and tranquility. Tristan couldn't fathom it, not one ounce, but in a way he could understand the shallow meaning of it from what his father had told him, when he once had asked about the love between his parents.

"It's like... a wide land, right? the battles you face together may be harsh, but after, you stand tall." Meliodas said, uncrossing his arms and patting the young boy's head, whom seemingly looked at his father with stout confusion.

Elizabeth, his mother, let out a soft giggle and crouched down. "You'll be able to understand what your dad means one day, don't worry!"

Tristan shook his head with a soft sigh at the memory, strolling forward along with you, keeping a gentle yet firm hold with your hand clasped in his own.

It is the way that this grandiose feeling of his grows so strongly, that he can't help but feel that his heart may as well burst out of his chest. Tristan was unsure, but oh so sure, in the grand dance of life, it's that one moment with your dancing partner, that even everything else slows down to a stop. Life could be telling you right then and there, that it they, the one and only one meant for you.

This intimate yet public dance between you both was a testament to your deep bond; while Tristan was known for his gentle and quiet nature, your boundless affection brought out a side of him that was softer, more vulnerable. As you passed through the palace, your joined hands seemed to spark a subtle, yet palpable sense of joy and unity, reminding everyone present that even within the grandiosity of royalty, true affection could flourish freely and beautifully.

[jekyll-doodles]

🌹(rose) for your lords + 049?

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

He would never admit it aloud, for fear of forsaking the position he was so generously granted, but deep down Nigredo knew it was true: festivals were more fun before he was a lord. Before his title, he could enjoy himself amongst the common folk while helping his parents supervise his younger siblings. Here however, in the palace crowded by nobility from far and wide, the ever looming pressure to keep up a noble appearance was slowly becoming a lead weight on his worried mind. Especially with his beloved siblings around.

Thankfully, in a lull of their commotion, he was able to sneak off into the courtyard. It was a breath of fresh air and out of view of so many eyes. A quiet moment to rest and compose himself amongst the flowers of the garden. The new lord took a grateful seat on one of the benches and sighed deeply. And for a few minutes, every little worry felt so very far away.

So much so, that Nigredo nearly jumped out of his skin upon being asked if he could be joined on the bench.

Luckily, it had only been Lord Rubedo; who sincerely apologized for startling him whilst skillfully holding back his laughter. And after being granted a seat, he wasted no time making his proposal: asking if Nigredo had gotten a chance to dance yet, and if not, if he would like to dance with him. The offer flattered him, especially from the charming lord, yet was poorly timed. Nigredo sheepishly explained, doing his best to not offend, that he did not wish to dance right now. That he was quite tired and that if he wasn’t so, he would have accepted the gracious offer of course. Rubedo sighed, lamented that the other lords had rejected him as well, and played up his dejection to make Nigredo smile. To help ease his worries.

“What about the, that duchess? She seemed to love the dance, and you.” Nigredo asked. There were too many nobles present to keep track of names; and he’d only seen the pair from across the room. Mostly heard rumors about the two: possible marriage proposals and similar gossip.

“Ah, yes. She is a talented dancer. Elegant, sophisticated, and quite beautiful.” Rubedo paused for a moment to glance at the hall’s entrance. “ I am a fool to turn her down, but our incompatibility would only make us both unhappy.”

He thought it was another joke. “You certainly are. She sounds perfect for you.” The comment got him a doubtful look from his colleague. He was not joking. “ I- I only mean that, she sounds wonderful enough. What other attributes are you seeking?” It was a nice way of asking how ridiculously high his standards were for the women he courted. Nigredo did not wish to assume anything, but he had heard the occasional rumor about his colleague ever since the lord settled into Alagadda. Everyone had.

“Her attributes, or lack thereof, are not the problem, my friend. I adore most who simply have a good sense of humor and open mind. The problem is…” Rubedo suddenly fell silent, his words caught in his throat. His gentle smile faltered briefly, in a way Nigredo had not seen before. He recomposed himself and forced a smile. “Oh, suppose I am simply not ready for marriage yet. I’m not the only one who’s avoided it though!”

Rubedo then went on about the other lords, an attempt to move away from his slip-up. How they did not seek out marriage either, yet still had ideals about potential partners. He noted how Albedo wished to find comfort in a partner that respected their modest and quiet ways, and adored those with honest and gentle hearts. Conversely, Citrinitas would prefer someone that was astute enough to match wits with, yet also merciful and patient. Nigredo was impressed by how well he knew his colleagues.

Rubedo failed to mention that the reason the other lords were not looking for marriage was because they had found their ideal partners, and were married. To each other.

“And then there is you, Lord Nigredo. What are you looking for?”

“M-me?” The sudden attention flustered him. Nigredo had hardly thought about the prospect of marriage. “ Oh, uh, kind and… reasonable?” He shrugged. “ Sensible, maybe?”

His friend chuckled and patted the addled lord on the back. “Someone to keep you grounded, I’m guessing? I think you will find plenty of that nature, my friend.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; golden cheese cookie

requested by ; anonymous (22/09/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; golden cheese cookie

outline ; “I'm going to go ahead and start the Cheese Wheels Saga. Relationship headcanons and smut headcanons for Golden Cheese Cookie? She is a goddess that's worthy of respect”

note ; this is my longest dating hc post yet and clocks out at 2.17k words… i hope you enjoy it haha

warning(s) ; canon typical angst, but mostly fluff!

golden cheese cookie is someone who is going to act very differently in a relationship depending on when you got together and where you are in time at various points in that relationship — but no matter what she will treat you like a treasure, coveting you and adoring you as she would any other grand golden artefact in her collection (even more so, arguably)

before the great flour war she’s constantly flaunting her immense wealth and status to spoil you and show you off to her dear friends and citizens — dressing you in the finest cloth and the most dazzling jewellery (all authentically gold and handmade in the kingdom by her artisans, of course)

she’s all about lavish dates and gifts, giving you all she can in the world whilst still maintaining a highly affectionate and physical relationship with you — always touching you and kissing you casually in front of friend, foe, or servant (with your relationship being spoken of amongst whispers as the ‘ideal’ for any two lovers to be for how deeply in love the two of you are, both within the golden cheese kingdom and beyond its great walls)

and even before the two of you discuss marriage or engagement, she’s exchanging and borrowing jewellery from you — with her never being seen without one of your broaches, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings, or other such items on her person and vice versa (getting to the point where even her most dedicated staff cannot recall which article originally belonged to who — mozzarella cookie finds it so very endearing and hopes to carry on that tradition with her own partner one day)

she’s an extremely fun partner and always finds a way to make you laugh on her own or with the help of those she cares about within her kingdom — mozzarella cookie and burnt cheese cookie especially are both always willing to lend their queen a hand in entertaining you (even if burnt cheese cookie isn’t the most humorous person himself)

dates with her are also incredibly spontaneous and can involve doing anything or everything that comes to mind depending on the time you have and the weather: wrapping you up in her arms and taking you flying across her kingdom and around the nearby area just because she can, taking you around the market just to see what new wares have come in from her friends’ kingdoms, bringing you out to new restaurants that have opened around the kingdom, visiting the local artisans and having matching gifts made for each other, going out to the arena, or just hanging around the palace and being lazy — all of them are equally as likely to happen depending on each of your moods at the time

whenever she’s been away from you and her kingdom for a prolonged period of time, she’ll always greet you with a kiss that steals your breath away and leaves you laughing: speeding towards you, dipping you in her arms, and pressing her lips to yours with a passion that’s almost palpable in the air as her friends (with whom she’d entrusted your care) cheer you both on

she calls you ‘my treasure’ and ‘my dear’ and is far from one to shy away from shows of physical affection in front of others when she sees you: flying over to nuzzle her face against the side of your own, bringing your knuckles to her lips so she can kiss each and every one, pulling you down onto her lap whilst she sits on her throne so she can wrap her arms around you, collapsing against you when she’s exhausted (or feigning it for sympathy), etc.

it’s like the two of you can’t get enough of each other and the ancients love it — even if hollyberry cookie has jokingly called you both ‘sickly sweet’ and feigned illness at the sight of you on a few occasions (earning her a very light scolding from pure vanilla cookie who insisted she ‘play nice’ and that the two of you were ‘adorable’)

she has less than zero patience for anyone showing you any disrespect and makes it abundantly clear to anyone who tries to talk down to (or about) you that she does not tolerate that kind of thing — especially if someone points out the difference in status as something to put you down because that’s something that just really grinds her gears

she treasures each and every gift you give her (bought or made by your own hand) just as much as any other precious gemstone or golden artefact in her collection, with each gift having its place and being kept clean, safe and proudly on display in the palace

but after the flour war, after she’s lost everything and everyone else, something changes in her and she becomes much more clingy and protective — refusing to let you out of her sight and insisting you’re accompanied by guards at all times (even having your sarcophagus, where your still living body remained) kept in the large central room alongside hers

she’s constantly terrified of losing you and sometimes spirals so hard into her fears that she’s no longer sure if you’re really there with her or if you’re just a virtual illusion she created — holding onto you tightly and not letting go as she trembles with silent sobs and wordlessly begs for you to be real (‘please be real, please, i can’t lose you as well’) whilst you hold her in return and assure her that you’re really there, that she saved you if nothing else and that you weren’t going anywhere

she still spoils you rotten, of course she does, and you never go without whatever it is you may want or need or crave even if it’s just for the slightest moment: your wardrobes and jewellery boxes are overflowing with finery, you have thousands of perfume bottles and lotions lined up to be used at your leisure (nothing virtual expires, after all), her servants wait on you hand and foot to ensure you’re always comfortable and free of any aches and pains, you have entire sections of her palace decorated to suit your tastes, and you have your beloved only a call away to tend to you whenever you wish

golden cheese cookie becomes even more physically affectionate than before: resting her chin atop your head whilst you sit in her lap, her arms and wings wrapped around your body as the two of you just sit there for a moment or two, embracing the comfortable silence; dancing with you through the palace and laughing amongst yourselves whenever someone inevitably messes up or when the servants join in and start dancing alongside you; tilting your chin upwards and pressing a deep, passionate kiss against your lips, which always ends up with her picking you up and you burying your hands in her hair as neither of you want to break apart; her demeanour visibly softening whenever she sets eyes on you, immediately greeting you and letting her hand linger on your back, shoulder or waist as you talk — things like that

she’s also been known to wrap her wings around your body to shield you from the world beyond her whenever you fall asleep on her lap — keeping quiet and instructing everyone nearby to follow suit as she lets you get your rest and tries to stay as still as possible as to not rouse you

the two of you make silly bets on trivial things to pass the time — such as who can down the most of a drink in a set amount of time or whether she can beat her record when it came to flying from one length of her virtual city to the other — and your currency is, of course, kisses (really they’re more of an excuse to make out with each other than actual bets, but sometimes it’s more fun to play pretend)

she suffers from extremely vivid and frequent nightmares after everything she’s been through and oftentimes they’re so bad that she wakes up screaming and in tears — in moments like that the best thing to do is reach for her hand, gently direct her to look at you, let your hand linger on her cheek and reassure her that it’s over now, that you’re safe, and that because of her everyone gets to live a life of endless luxury (and be there to hold her as she cries until she falls back asleep, or until she pretends to so that you can get some sleep in her stead)

because of how much she’s lost, golden cheese cookie is extremely protective and extremely clingy — she fears losing you more than anything else in the world as you’re the only thing she truly has left, which manifests as almost possessive behaviour (reluctant to leave you alone and dismissing anyone who gets too close to you), panicking over even the most minor of injuries you get, and doing everything she can to lengthen your natural lifespan to match her own (she can’t imagine living without you and, being an ancient, the possibility of that happening is almost certain and that terrifies her more than anything else ever could)

after nearly losing her kingdom again and deciding to step back in order to join the council of ancient heroes, the very last thing she does is stay by your side as you fall into a deep sleep — stroking the back of your hand, kissing you from your forehead to your palms, reassuring you that she loves you more than anything else, that you’re her greatest treasure and her greed would never allow her to let you go, and that she’ll be back to wake you up to a new, safer, brighter world before you know it

and then you kiss her and tell her that you know you’re in good hands before drifting off into a pleasant sleep, wrapped up in her arms and wings until your virtual form fades away — the last words you exchange before she goes back out to fight being a promise of love, of greed, and of celebration once you’re finally reunited

if you met and started dating after left her kingdom to reunite with the other ancients, then you’ll get to see a very different side of golden cheese cookie — someone who, whilst initially reluctant to pursue anything serious, is still incredibly playful and flirty with you as your relationship progresses

she spends a lot of time showing off in front of you to earn your awe, respect and admiration — including training in areas around the republic where she knows you frequent, doing tricks in the air above the republic whenever you’re nearby, and using her immense wealth to casually spoil you when you’re out on dates

it takes her a while to open up to you as your relationship did start off as something very casual, but once that dam opens it all comes spilling out — usually ending up with her buried in your arms, weeping, glass of alcohol long forgotten as her mourns her citizens and expresses all of her doubts about being able to serve them as she should (she knows she can save them, she’s greedy enough for that and much more, but after what happened with smoked cheese cookie she does fret about her ability to keep the kingdom stable and prosperous once everyone wakes up from their slumber)

her dear friends, namely hollyberry cookie, are very invested in your relationship and are forever teasing her and gushing over you as your bond continues to grow — with her fellow queen stepping up to organise parties, banquets, outings, and the like just so golden cheese cookie has an excuse to get closer to you and spend time with you as a couple without the pressures of the upcoming war and the like getting in the way of everything

(she’s also the first one who recognised that golden cheese cookie’s feelings for you were more than just ‘casual’ and was the one who pushed her to confess — because otherwise she might never have said anything to you at all)

the last thing she does before going out to war is wrap you up in her arms, kiss all over your face, hold your hands tightly in your own, and promise that she’ll be back before you know it (that she’s too greedy to not fight to come home to her ‘greatest treasure’) — and the first thing she does when she comes back to the republic, one amongst thousands of victorious soldiers, is tackle you into a hug and fly up into the air with you in her arms, her cheeks wet with tears and her face split in a grateful smile as you just hold each other, and kiss, and laugh, and weep

the end of a dark time, and the beginning of the rest of your lives… starting with a typical hollyberrian party organised by the queen herself (and a cheese feast set up by your girlfriend)

[utilitycaster]

did companion quests this morning before driving for two hours for nothing (site visit that got fucked up) so I'm going to send some emails but first let us recap because it is a WILD series of events I have had.

Went to the Necropolis (I always start singing The Church's Metropolis in my head when I say "Necropolis") to lay flowers on Emmrich's parents' graves while he talks to me about lichdom. I'm aware of the consequences thereof though I know it's a ways off, and learned wild new things about Hezenkoss, but specifically it sets up such a fascinating conundrum. Great job; it's fun to play this as a Mourn Watcher who isn't a mage, incidentally, because the dialogue actually handles that scenario gracefully for once.

Went back to the Lighthouse, where Lucanis and Davrin were getting drunk and swapping stories. They're bonding! Finally!

Went to Dock Town to go to dinner with Neve, who is like "Hal's not there so sorry we're skipping stones" and this turns into her having an epiphany on the case with Aelia. It's a good moment and I'm going to talk about it later because...

Lucanis's companion quest (which, as I understand it, is NOT available if you chose to save Minrathous) is also in Dock Town; Teia and Viago have information that's too hot for Treviso so they meet you in the Cobbled Swan instead. They reveal that Caterina's ring was thrown out, which is NOT a thing Illario (only Dellamorte present) would do, which means it's a signal. At this point, Spite takes over and addresses Rook and you go into Lucanis's Mind Palace Prison and it's INCREDIBLE. Genuinely one of the most intense and wild social encounters. I have like 5 memes in mind for later. Literally the only criticism I have is that as you go through the four "locks" (insecurities slash traumas slash Lucanis being more than a little suicidal) is that the Veilguard Team Insecurity should have been represented by Davrin rather than Harding; ngl I missed a lot of Harding's mixed feelings about Spite because that's very early in the game and I tended to do Rogue + Mage partners for quests early on and wasn't as good at eavesdropping on Lighthouse conversations so I kind of missed Harding's trepidation, whereas Lucanis and Davrin's animosity is made much more central. But Caterina and ESPECIALLY Neve (who, because I'm romancing neither Lucanis nor Neve, gets some UNHINGED commentary from Spite) and Illario are all flawless encounters. And THEN after you convince Lucanis to work with Spite and most importantly that he deserves to live and stop punishing himself forever (fun fact! the comedy mask options, which usually aren't my bag? feel really natural and good here, which I think makes sense, as a person who has irl talked more than one person, including myself, off both some dark emotional paths and also bad trips, usually not at once) you both come to and Viago and Teia are like why are both of you dissociating. focus up. A+ quest only one note.

I then returned to the lighthouse where Neve has Emmrich do necromancy on a Shadow Dragon's skull, which is all very nice, and THEN immediately Lucanis is like. Rook! I baked a pie that is Neve's favorite! Have I fucked up everything ever? And, of course, I was like "please for the love of the maker, in whom Rook doesn't believe* tell her how you feel." Anyway this rules.

I think I'll have to finish the full playthrough to give final judgment, and I do think saving Minrathous would be interesting, but from what spoilers I know and from what I've said previously about Neve I think saving Treviso is genuinely the stronger story. Like, on a main story narrative level Treviso is more defenseless and the Shadow Dragons are screwed but Minrathous itself isn't nearly as fucked up by the dragon attack as Treviso would be, but also the Dock Town folks rally better than the Antivans do and that extends very much to Neve and Lucanis. Neve is furious and heartbroken, but she shows up to the story deeply cynical and there's something extremely rewarding about having her come back and say "I knew it, I can only rely on myself, people always let you down, everything sucks and the work will never be done" and to, through persistent work and patience, show her that sometimes people fuck up or let you down and they didn't mean to hurt you and sometimes they can make amends (to the point that we are on quite good terms now!) whereas if you abandon Treviso something breaks in Lucanis and never really recovers. Like, both of them are very pragmatic, but Lucanis does, deeply, want to see the best in people despite everything, and Neve is already, as I said, very cynical and self-reliant even before she's hardened. Also frankly she comes into the story somewhat more mentally well having not immediately been in a torture prison experiencing demon possession for the past ten months. Not that anyone here is mentally well, the reason I'm so obsessed with this story is because "a bunch of highly competent bisexuals with extreme perfectionism issues and various flavors of anxiety and depression move into magical co-op housing, fight god" is, you know, kind of my whole deal, but Lucanis is much more fragile than she is to start.

*I literally played Mourn Watch entirely for the Old Kingdom/Locked Tomb/General Goth Tendencies of it all, and also because I saw a chart that said it was one of the less popular factions and so I was like well then, I shall pick that one, but I cannot stress how much as a Jewish person it speaks to me. Like wow a focus more on ritual and works and importance of knowledge and duty as opposed to faith? Thinking cremation is a weird death custom? The belief that there is a particular importance and selflessness in the work you do to lay the dead to rest? Kind of meh about the main religion of much of the surrounding world but must admit the aesthetic fucks? Anyway. Highly recommend Mourn Watch.

Also btw I learned no one knows what Vorgoth is (which is very funny because we know what he DOES, he executes people who do high crimes against necromancy) but we don't know if he can fuck. He DOES collect landscape paintings? Also if you're Mourn Watch Myrna is kind of mean to you and it's pretty great.

[tostadamika]

I question my own brainwaves sometimes.

I was drawing Velma & Garfield together for the wheel.

I was also making my own Velma bc I wanted to.

(Velma sketches bc fuck you I love Velma she's so gender.)

Then suddenly my inspiration goes off & I start writing an entire script for a garfield / scooby doo crossover that I entitled:

"Velma & Garfield - Mystery Of The Absent Arbuckle"

And I have all these ideas for it that are weirdly emotional for me-

-It takes place post scooby-doo, where Velma & the gang split up (they're still best friends ofc) & after college Velma deciding to become a solo mystery solver

-She's also lesbian & deeply scared of love bc she thinks she's gonna be rejected forever and doesn't know how to approach another girl

-The villain kidnaps the mystery gang alongside Jon & Lyman & has magic evil powers

-Having Lyman be part of the story as both him and Jon are missing

-Having Scrappy Doo be part of the main team with Garf, Velma & Odie & have the story give him a redemption arc

-It ending with Scrappy initially going to live with Shag & Scoob but then Scooby and Shaggy know he really wants to go with Velma & solve mysteries because he wants to follow in his uncles footsteps & Scooby finally tells Scrappy he's proud & that he's more than good enough to be Velmas dog/partner. So Scrappy finally tells Velma & Velma officially adopts him & they start a brand new mystery inc. team

I put....SO MUCH thought into this & it's been like only 2 hours since I even had the idea in the first place & now I've made like an entire movie in my mind palace & like-

Where the FUCK was this motivation before.

Only within the last few days has my art block started to crack & break down a bit. I'd say today has been the first day that I've felt that love & motivation for art finally show itself again. It feels good.

But holy shit I don't even know if I'll make this story happen or not, like I can't promise Velma & Garfield will see the light of day bc fuck who even wants to see that besides me but-Idk man. Shit's weird as fuck.

Well. For today being the, ahem, my own 'New Era' as I'm finally taking life by the reigns and changing shit & getting back to being okay again, but just, what the fuck. Fucking GARFIELD & VELMA is what made me go "OH FUCK YEAH DUDE LET'S MAKE ART & WRITE SHIT"

Well, at least I also have been able to feel motivation for my oc comic too I guess.

This was a weird rambley post, just wanted to yell at you all.

Here is the wip of the art that caused this. Hopefully it'll turn out good enough.

[clonemedickix]

hello!!! for the nsfw oc asks, may I inquire about 18, 22, and 25 for Lara, Primer, and Volte 🤩

hope you have a great day, babe!!!

Lara:

#18 - Their favorite actions during sex - chin grabbing, hair pulling, wrists being pinned, etc

Lara loves kissing during sex. It makes her feel more grounded and intimate with her partner, when making out at the same time. She could care less if there was no speaking at all, if she could kiss her partner the entire time.

#22 - Favorite thing/part about sex - intimacy, role-playing, etc

Lara’s favorite part of sex is the intimacy, for sure. She’s been alone for so long, and only opened herself up for real love and connection since she met the clones, so in many regards, she’s as new to sex as a virgin, not looking for a lot of experimentation. Plus, the last time she really was involved in a sexual relationship, she was there simply to provide heirs and not so much for love. So this is something of unexplored territory for her, and she wants to make a real soulful connection to her partners.

#25 - Share a sample line of dirty-talk

Lara loves to be funny and employs A LOT of very dry humor and euphemism from Earth. It’s hard for her to keep a straight face if dirty talk is involved. You’re more likely to get a line like, “assault my pink palace, great knight of the bologna bazooka!,” than anything meaningful. Total bonus if it stops her partner in their tracks and makes them laugh.

Volte:

#18 - Volte loves to give kisses, making sure to do so along all the known erogenous zones on his lover’s body. He’s very knowledgeable about the human body and takes that into consideration when he’s making love; a very precise guy that gets fabulous results. Volte also likes to have his hair played with during sex, maybe not an outright pull, but since it’s fairly wavy and longer than a standard cut, he likes having his partner run their fingers through it and lightly tug a good fistful. Volte might be seen as somewhat boring or run of the mill, but no partner will ever say that after he’s lit them on fire like a torch and produced results that would make a professional pay him instead. 😉

#22 - Volte’s favorite part of sex is pleasuring his partner, making her come undone so completely she’ll be like melted wax when they’re done. As I said, those still waters run surprisingly deep.

#25 - Volte’s stream of conversation during sex is going to consist of checking in to make sure he’s doing everything just right to get his partner the most mind blowing orgasm he can muster. He will say things like “Is that good?” “Is your heart racing now?” You could very well pass out from the energy of this climax but don’t worry, I’ll be right with you to recover you.”

Primer:

#18 - Primer deeply enjoys that first feeling of being joined, the initial insertion. But he also appreciates entwining his fingers through his lover’s while holding them above their head, almost as if pinning them but more lovingly. He’s more in it for the soul, and lovemaking to him is perhaps more deeply personal rather than just fun. Primer is searching for a connection, something so personal he can call it his.

#22 - Primer’s favorite part of sex is both intimacy and pleasuring his partner. He wants to have that connection deep down, but he also wants to know his efforts produced the best results. I’d say his next favorite part is the post sex cuddling, where he can hold his lover in his arms and feel them coming down from the high he gave them.

#25 - Primer’s idea of dirty talk is complimenting how his partner’s body is responding. If she is super wet for him, he’s going to praise her for that, because it’s a reflection on his foreplay and how emotionally connected they are. He will also gush over how tight the fit is, because no matter how good a man he is, he’s still a guy. You’re going to hear “Oh Maker, you’re so wet for me!” Or “You are absolutely soaking, look at you!” And “Kriff, you are so tight I could just sit here and enjoy the feel.”

[septmilleneurones]

See, for me, the fact that it’s so difficult for survivors to believe that we deserve love and the fact that abuse messes you up in the head is why I find the classic versions of Cinderella particularly unrelatable. Tangled, Frozen and Encanto also depict protagonists experiencing love after abuse and/or trauma, but all of those works actually engage with the trauma. These protagonists struggle and sometimes they make mistakes - big mistakes in Elsa’s case - but that doesn’t stop them from being loved. In Cinderella, particularly the classic versions, she is a fucking model victim, a Mary Sue really. The fact that that still isn’t enough for some people is deeply disturbing and I think we need to stop trying to prove why Cinderella was A Good Victim and start turning this back on non-survivors.

Because at best non-survivors are doing that thing where they’re like “I just realised that people in abusive situations are just stuck there and that makes me feel bad and I don’t like feeling bad so I’m going to just yell at survivors to Bootstrap more” and at worst - and I have absolutely seen this - they’re that particular subset of misogynistic men who are bitter about being expected to be Providers but are fine with the patriarchy that created the “men as providers, women as housewives” dynamic that still sees women in het relationships doing far more of the daily chores than their male partners.

As I’ve said many times before, we will not have true liberation for survivors until we have a Cinderella who spends at least a week in bed after she gets to the palace (I have been overworked) and ugly cries in front of Important People during a royal event. Hell, in light of recent discussions in my country about youth crime and its causes, I want a version where she meet cutes with the prince after the royal guards bust her defacing the palace wall with graffiti of a skunk…’s butt. Not because I think survivors need to be spicy in order to be loved but because you know what’s worse than being derided for being too soft? Being put in prison.

PS: “Have courage and be kind” may not be meaningless but it is absolutely the kind of mantra that appeals to survivors who are abstract-minded by nature and is as much use as a bikini in a snowstorm to those who aren’t, which leads the latter group to think the former group are Neurotypical Karens and leads the former group to think the latter group are Bad Victims.

I just thought this set of tweets was really important.

[lemondragoncheesecake]

For sexy abc ask.

Colin x Klaus.

A, D, E, F, H, K, N, P, W, Z.

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

No. I think Klaus perhaps made some sort of attempt once or twice, but after a few rejections didn't bother. This was usually some small efforts at pillow talk, or trying to help Colin clean up, etc.- But as he was "the enemy" at the time, Colin wouldn't have it- he already failed at the self-restraint a knight is supposed to have by bedding him; however, after Klaus' redemption, things changed between them. I think it was Colin who started to initiate that, after, and soon Klaus warmed up to the effort again.

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

Colin would never admit it to anyone- not even himself- but he has spent a few nights alone during his and Klaus' separation, stroking himself to the thought of seeing him again, scooping him up in his arms, taking him away somewhere, where they might be alone- perhaps a secretive grove or a courtyard in the queen's palace, or a dark back alley- speaking secret words of love to each other...and then maybe they might have a kiss, one that grows more heated with their words, clothes begin to slip off, maybe...(yes it is the equivalent of those old medieval romance fantasies and Colin is well aware, but it is his guilty pleasure, and few only pleasures).

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ? Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ? Any experiments gone wrong ?

Klaus wouldn't mind trying some things with Colin (the whole point of his 'art' is experimentation, after all, in plenty of points- can't grow and maintain a plant's health without trying a few things),- things involving cop/criminal roleplay, handcuffs, etc.- but Colin isn't up for it. He's a very vanilla sort of guy, and honestly probably already suffers too much of a complex from laying with Klaus to begin with- doesn't need to add 'pervert' to the list of things already wrong with him. (Not that any of that is perverted, it's just how Colin sees it- ye olde England blah blah blah).

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ? Was any of them nervous ? Did it live up to their expectations ?

For Klaus the first time was great, though he didn't go into it with any sort of expectations- for Colin, it started great, and then the post-nut clarity hit...and the guilt set in, and it set in hard. Overall, besides that one part, for them both it was good, it was just unexpected (let me put it this way: interrogation gone wrong/right).

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ? Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

No. Colin gets way too serious about it, usually to the point of creating a 'fantasy' around the act, so he gets so deeply entrenched in that that any sort of interruption would ruin it for him. Klaus is actually pretty similar, so he'll hold off on his giggles as best he can if something does happen, because Colin suddenly gets 10x as hot when he's "in the zone".

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship ? Any favourite kind of kisses ? Do they have any rituals involving kissing ( never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc… ) ?

No- or at least, not at first. Klaus isn't much for it; Colin, however, is absolutely a hopeless romantic, so kisses are extremely important to him- but at first his and Klaus' separate positions made it impossible to express any sort of affection- afterwards, though, Colin is basically always kissing Klaus- usually giving him little pecks on his hands, surprising him with one on his cheek, stealing a kiss from him while he's working in the garden, etc- Colin is a very romantic, very mushy lover.

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other ? Do they save them on their phones ? Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends ? Have they ever sent one to a wrong number ?

Modern AU- and no, neither of them are the types to do that. Both are too shy to attempt, and way too scared of accidentally sending such things to the wrong person.

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ? Were they caught ? Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

No- unless you count doing it near Veruca, when she was sleeping- but that was more of a spur of the moment thing, and not something either of them want to repeat. They both prefer a private place to do that sort of thing.

W ─ Walk of shame. Has one of them ( or both ) ever done a walk of shame ( trying to leave the place the other shared with roommates/family members unnoticed but being caught ) ? How was it ? What were the reactions ?

Yes. In front of Veruca, during their brief period of being captured by him. Veruca knew immediately what had happened: neither of them would make eye contact, wouldn't speak as often, and Klaus kept lowering his head when she so much as glanced in his diretion- she knew. She honestly thought it was hilarious.

Z ─ Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ? Does their partner know all of them ? Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

Colin's are on the back of his neck, shoulders, and his chest. Also just...everything around his groin. Very sensitive, it's not hard to turn him on. Klaus has his zones on his lower back, thighs (inner and outer, just start rubbing his thighs and he melts), and his tail. They didn't know each other's zones at first- what little they stumbled across during their brief time together at first was an accident- but after their redemption, they really took the time to 'get to know each other'. Now they can turn each other on expertly, and really work those sensitive areas.

[stardust-kenobi]

Fair Game

Boba Fett x f!reader x Din Djarin

Summary: You express to Boba your desires to be shared with Din, and to your surprise, he is enthusiastic about your wishes Warnings: SMUT!!, voyeurism, PWP (there’s a hint of plot if you squint) Word count: 3k A/N: Yes, I have come out of hiding, and YES it was to write self-indulgent smut. Also Boba has a bedroom in this. Let’s just pretend. Enjoy my lovelies. I have not proofread yet, please forgive any errors

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You sat there and pondered how you ended up in this long anticipated conversation. A conversation you'd had rested at the tip of your tongue for weeks. You stared deep into the reflective black of Boba's visor, pretending to make contact with his pupils to make the conversation easier, but without being able to read his expression, you finally blurt it out.

"I want him to fuck me...and I want you to watch" You nearly choked on your words as you trailed the end of your demand with a whisper.

"Mando?" He was taken aback. You nodded.

Your belly flipped over itself as you impatiently awaited his response. You'd wanted this for a while. Since Din began staying in the palace as Boba's honored guest, you couldn't even deny the forbidden thoughts that troubled your mind everyday. You belonged to Boba, and you loved him deeply, but clearly your attraction to helmeted men was not restricted to only your partner.

He was silent for the seconds that followed, but as you fidgeted with the sleeve of your tunic, he finally spoke up.

"I've thought about it, too" He admitted. You met his eyeline again and searched his tone for any trace of insincerity.

"....wh- you have?" You stumbled over your words. He nodded, and inched closer to you. As his body pinned you against the wall, his hand pressed flat above your head while the other caressed your waist. The butterflies he stirred within you never ceased to flutter rapidly.

"I'd like that" He muttered slowly. You felt a warmth form inside of you.

"Really?" You trembled, still in disbelief.

Boba pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and used his stoic stance to power over your fragile figure. You were flustered already, his dominance holding in nothing but his presence before you.

"I’m a fair man. I like sharing my toys with others. Wouldn’t you say that’s fair, princess?” He whispered gruffly, his modulator making him sound even tougher than normal.

You nodded with a whimper, too weak at the knees to form a proper response. He made you melt every time he cornered you like this. Boba curled his gloved finger under your chin and tilted your head up toward him.

“Besides, I wouldn’t be a good host to our guest if I didn’t allow him to indulge in the finest things we have to offer, now would I?”

You blushed and smiled up at him.

“Consider it done, little one” he assured you before leaving you alone in his bed chambers. You bit your lip as your mind explored how it might play out, and if Din would even agree to it.

But sure he would, you’ve seen the way his attention stays glued to you for so long. You may not be able to see his eyes, but you can see his head travel the length of your body when you walk by. No helmet could hide that.

—

Two days had passed. You hadn’t seen Boba since your conversation. Nor had you seen Din. Fennec said they had gone out for a huge bounty, and you didn’t dare ask any further questions. Instead, you kept yourself busy by touching yourself to the thought of them both fucking you senseless.

The morning suns warm your skin as you lay sprawled out on your oversized bed you shared with Boba. The thoughts were starting again, and your hand tiptoed down between your legs, searching to relieve an aching. You wore nothing but one of Boba’s black undershirts. You loved how his scent stayed trapped in the fabric.

As you laid flat on your back, you lifted your shirt to caress your breasts while you began to rub circles on your clit. Your eyes fell shut and you curled your hips against your own touch, imagining it was Din instead. You moaned softly, although you could be as loud as you wanted to. If Fennec was in the palace, you didn’t really care if she heard you.

In your imagination, it was Boba’s hand cupping your breast, and Din’s fingers that worked at your pulsing heat. Your whimpers progressed as your pleasure grew and your surroundings began to dissipate as you were encased in your new reality.

You were inching so dangerously close to your climax, panting and squirming profusely, when a gruff voice broke the barrier between imagination and reality.

“Couldn’t wait for us, Princess?”

Your eyes flash open and you’re frantic to cover yourself when you see Boba, with Din standing next to him in the doorway. The pounding of your heart against your chest is the only thing you could seem to focus on.

“Don’t get shy now, little one. We’ve seen plenty of the show already” He mocked playfully, and you wondered just how long they'd been there.

“Boba” you breathed, your cheeks were burning red with arousal and embarrassment intertwined together.

“Mando, I think I heard your name on her lips just a moment ago” Boba teased. Din looked over at him and offered a subtle nod.

As you sit up and move to the end of the bed, Boba pulls up a lounge chair to face the bed, allowing himself a front row seat.

“Just like we talked about, Mando. She’s all yours” Boba said as he took his seat. Din walked over to you and stood directly in front of you. His silence was ominous, and you expected that he was nervous, too. The look of desire you held in your eyes would’ve put any man on his knees. You knew what to do.

“Kriff” He whispered.

“Isn't she beautiful?” Boba spoke up, you did not look at him, but you could hear that he had removed his helmet.

As your fingers worked to open his trousers, his gloved hand gripped around your wrist, halting your actions. He swiftly yet carefully pushed you onto your back, hovering over you. You caught your own reflection in the shine of his beskar before you stared deep into his visor. His hands explored you like it was unmarked territory that was his for the taking.

Your shirt was removed in one quick motion, leaving you now completely bare and exposed for him. Din’s moan in approval was amplified by his modulator, and it sent a flash of heat through your body. He studied the way your body curved in the all the perfect places, how your breasts sat upon your chest, and how you were open for him His pure lust and desire to have you was evident now, and it was driving you crazy

“Tell me what you want” He demanded.

You were speechless. Partially from your nerves and partially from how breathtaking it was to be pressed against him.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweetheart” he growled softly as he pulled the gloves from his fingertips and threw them off the bed. Before you could mutter another sound, his fingers began working at replicating exactly what you had been fantasizing when they caught you. He circled them on your delicate bud while staring down directly at you.

“Fuck…” you whimpered so sweetly.

Boba stirred a noise that drew your attention to him. He was slowly stroking his cock, infatuated with another man's hands roaming your body. You smirked at him through your breaths of pleasure yet his face held the same unreadable expression. He appeared enthralled, aroused, and jealous somehow all at once.

You tried yet again to pursue Din's pleasure by palming him gently through his trousers but he immediately pushed you away.

"Gotta take care of you first sweet girl" He insisted and you did not dare protest. Feeling that you were ready for it, he curled two fingers within your walls, burying his digits in your aching warmth. You moaned as you threw your head back. His thumb remained at your clit, working in rhythm to earn the prettiest noises he could pull from your lips.

"Din" You moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he loved the way you said his name. Din thrusted his fingers vigorously, knowing the perfect pace to continue.

"Boba, you are the luckiest man in the galaxy" Mando spoke up, looking over at Boba, who kept stroking himself while he made eye contact with him.

"And now you get to enjoy her too, Mando. You deserve it" Boba stated, a delicate moan falling from his lips as he spoke.

The all familiar tightening coil in your lower abdomen begged to be unraveled. Your whimpering graced the armored men's ear as you approached your long anticipated climax.

"Please don't stop" You begged of him, hoping he wouldn't be sadistic and rob you of your euphoric release.

But he didn't, and your orgasm washed over your entire being so gracefully that you felt weightless beneath him. You arched your back against his firm body and he used the opportunity to wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer. His efforts were relentless in working you through the pure ecstasy you experienced.

It seemed that he was enjoying it just as much as you had, and when your rode down from your intense high, you heard Boba's lustful groans coming from where he remained sitting.

"Don't you want to join us, Boba?" You whimpered through your words.

"Isn't this what you wanted, princess? I think Din has it under control" He smirked, loving this entire situation more than you ever thought possible. Your mind wandered to how it would feel to have two sets of Mandalorian hands gripping your body.

"Maybe she's right, she deserves the attention of two men" Din contested, a seductive tone riddled in his voice.

"No, I want to see her be fucked by another man. I'll finish her off, Mando" Boba chuckled sadistically. Din looked back down at your rosy face, seemingly unsure of how to proceed.

The restrained outline of his erection through his pants was now distracting. His eagerness to be inside you made your heart skip a beat. You bit your lip before pulling at the fastening of his pants, this time he helped you, and suddenly you were met with the wonderful sight of his throbbing length.

You audibly gasped, and the cutest chuckle escaped his helmet, no doubt that he was blushing at your reaction. He was big, and thicker than you'd imagined. Slightly bigger than Boba, but overall similar in size. You tried to wrap your fingers around him, but yet again he stopped you.

"Can't wait any longer, sweet girl" He growled before flipping you over onto your hands and knees, facing you toward Boba. Din lined himself up with your entrance behind you. As you looked back at him, he hesitated to await your approval. You nodded quickly, anticipating the sweet sensation he would bring.

Slowly he inched into you. Your walls wrapped around his cock, and you both let out a euphoric sigh of pleasure as you finally sunk into one another, something that was long awaited between the both of you.

Your eyes lock into Boba's, who's stroking became steadier and rougher since you'd last caught a glance. You smiled seductively, and he smirked back. Din buried himself completely inside you, and held there for a moment for you both to adjust.

As his thrusting took shape, your mouth fell into an "O" shape, a look you know Boba loved all too well. He moaned subtly, watching your every move. You were enamored with making this intimate eye contact while being ravished by another.

"Look at you, little one, you take his cock so well" He praised you sweetly, "How does she feel?" He asked Din. Seeing your man get off to the sight of this was exhilarating. You truly wondered why you never did this sooner.

"So good" Din breathed between his curled thrusts, "She feels so good", you could tell he was on cloud nine, and struggled to find words.

Din found his rhythm, and used it to pound into you harder. Every slap of his hips against your ass drove you absolutely crazy, but now, he was putting all his passion into it. The cool sensation of the beskar on his thighs lined up against the back of your thighs. It turned you on for him to fuck you in his full set of armor, whereas Boba usually removed his while you had sex. You pushed your ass back against him to add even more rough motion. The sounds he emitted were so arousing, and he sounded even hotter than you expected. Thank gods he was being so vocal, you thought.

Suddenly, he gripped his fingers into your locks of hair and firmly pulled on it. You cried out with pleasure, infatuated with this feeling. How did he know you loved this?

"There it is, she loves that" Boba encouraged him. His cock brushed against your sweetest spot with every swing of his hips. You were climbing toward your second release, and you wouldn't last much longer. Your whimpers accompanied the sound of your skin joining with his and you could slightly hear Boba's moaning picking up as well. You wanted him inside you, too.

"Din, you fuck me so good" You praised him, wanting him to know how amazing he made you feel.

"Yeah? You like that?" He cooed, "Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Din, I am so close" You cried out, feeling your orgasm creeping up slowly. He released his grip from your hair and reached around to your clit, rubbing it steadily while he kept fucking you.

"Good girl, cum around his cock" Boba growled as Din's efforts finally flooded your senses with absolute euphoria. It radiated throughout you as you became a mess of whimpering. You trembled and struggled to stay supporting yourself.

"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, y/n" He whispered softly. Hearing your name fall from his lips in such a manner was so beautiful.

You slowly floated back down from the most intense high you'd ever experienced, catching your breath in the process.

"Is she ready for me, yet, Mando?" Boba grew impatient, becoming dissatisfied with the feeling of his hand.

"She is" Mando said, pulling out of you. No longer filled, you collapsed, laying flat on your stomach, feeling ruined already.

"Oh no, princess, we aren't done with you yet" Boba scolded, walking over to the bed.

"I want you both" You begged. The two men looked over at each other before assuming their positions like they'd talked about this already.

Din got on his knees in front of you on the bed, and Boba got behind you. He gripped your hips and lifted you back onto your knees. Boba wasted no time before burying his cock inside you. Din placed his glistening tip in your face, you smirked up at him before opening your mouth wide for him to fit.

You were filled from both ends, and you could not imagine anything better than this unfamiliar feeling. They pounded into your holes at their own speed, Boba slammed into you fast and rough, making up for the missed time and endless teasing he experienced being left out of the fun.

Your moans, now suppressed by Din's cock, grew louder and more desperate with every second. His hands found themselves wrapped in your hair yet again. Boba was fucking you like he hated you, though you knew he loved you more than ever right now.

"What a good fucking girl she is, Mando, taking both of us so well" Boba gritted through his teeth. His thumbs dug into your back while he squeezed your waist.

"and so beautiful" Din barely muttered through his strained groans. Something you'd rarely experienced began to form, your third release. You pulled your mouth from Din.

"Oh my gods, I'm going to cum again" You announced, and Din forcefully pulled your mouth back onto him, pulling your hair with it. The way you felt him twitch against your tongue indicated that he was also close, and the pace at which Boba thrusted into you, you knew he wouldn't last much longer either.

"That's right sweet girl, just like that" Din coaxed you.

The tightening coil wound up quickly in your lower belly, and it threatened to unravel at any moment. Boba switched his rhythm and curled his hips more upward, grinding against your sweet spot repeatedly. You gasped as it burst open within you. The pleasure was relentless this time, flowing through your body like a shockwave. Your sight became blurred and Din continued fucking your face. You felt deliciously disoriented and finally began to inch off of your high.

Your body shook in the most rewarding way, you were completely filled and coming down from the best orgasm your body had ever ridden, even better than the first two. You could hear in their groaning that they were about to release themselves.

Without another second passing, both men exclaimed loudly, gracing your ears with such an arousing sound. A shooting warmth coated your walls as Boba's thrusts grew slower. Din's cum coated your mouth, leaving a sweetness on your tongue as he held his cock deep inside your throat. Heavy breathing filled the room as they both hesitated to remove themselves from your warmth.

Boba and Din cleaned themselves before tucking their length back in their pants. You collapsed again, letting exhaustion overcome you as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Din asked so sweetly. You nodded, unable to form your words for him.

You felt Boba pick you up and lay you down properly on your pillow, before lifting the blanket over your tired body. You smiled subtly, your eyes falling closed into the best sleep you'd ever have.

[my-thoughts-make-me-a-slut]

A Meeting with the King

Hi! This is the first story I am sharing here. In the past, I've written and shared on Wattpad, but I think I like the format of Tumblr better for my writing style. I am, what I like to call, a shifting writer. Sometimes shorter stories, or one-shots, like this one I will write in one sitting, allowing my mind to shift during the process and imagine the scenes. I've written many parts of a story based on my personal character that I may add in a bit about later, for now, I have changed the names to fit the reader.

Summary: After Loki has taken over as King of Asgard, under the guise of an illusion of Odin, he is busy with security and trading meetings for days. After being fed up with not seeing him for days, you show up for a private meeting with the King, wearing little clothing underneath your cloak.

Warnings: Thigh riding, Dom!Reader, Sub!Loki, face slapping cause Loki is a masochist, a lot of pet names, light bondage, some fluff at the end, consensual sex, and an established relationship.

After Loki's return to the throne, under the guise of Odin, he had assigned specific guards to our house to escort me to and from the palace. Which didn't really bother me, as far as much of Asgard knew, I was an unmarried widow but still welcome on Asgard as a previous partner of Prince Loki's. I knew Loki's plan though, after I caught him he came home and admitted the whole thing.

Today he had been particularly busy. I asked my guard to make sure he had dinner blocked out, I was going to see him for a few hours.

"Can you wait out here?" I said to him, pulling my hooded cloak tighter around my body, as we stood outside the grand hall.

"Of course, my lady," He opened the door for me and I looked up at Loki's illusion of Odin.

"I don't understand the meaning of this meeting on my calendar, I thought local trade was already established with Nifleheim," He said not looking up at me.

The door shut behind me with a soft thud, then it was just me, Loki, and his advisor. I took a few steps forward, the clicking of my heels on the marble floor making his gaze finally meet mine.

"Leave us," He told his advisor, "Come back in a few hours for our next meeting, till then, do not disturb us," His sharp and strict voice, suddenly showed his need that was hidden underneath his facade of Odin.

As his advisor left, I used my own magic to ensure the doors in and out of the chamber were sealed tight, "Very presumptuous, my king," I said with a smirk across my face.

"Darling," He said slowly as the illusion faded and I saw his face soften into a smile, "What's the meaning of this wonderful surprise?"

I moved up towards the steps leading to where he was seated on the throne, pulling my wavy blonde curls out from underneath the cloak, "I thought I would see if you were hungry after the long day you've had," My hands moved to the tie at the front of the cloak, pulling it loose, and pushing it from my shoulders, revealing the deep maroon lace bra and panties that I wore underneath.

His eyes raked across my body and I watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips, "Suddenly, I'm ravenous," He said deeply, his legs spread out across the chair of the throne, and his arms stretched out along the armrests.

"May I, my king?" I looked up at him innocently as I put one foot on the first step.

He nodded and I moved up. He stood to meet me when I reached the top of the steps, his strong hand landing on my waist, "No one saw you like this, right? The assumption that you are Odin's concubine... I would not stand for it."

"No, the guard brought me right here from home and I was covered for the cold walk here," I said plainly looking up at him, "Does it make me look desperate that I wanted to see you so badly I showed up like this, my love?"

"Not at all," He said as he pulled me closer to him, his fingers trailing down my spine, "In fact, I think it makes you very desirable."

I smiled at his intimate touch, "Sit back down, I've been thinking about this for a while.." I said, my hand pushing against his chest gently.

"You don't mean...?" Loki said, taking his seat as I stood before him.

"Oh, sweetheart, I do," I responded sitting across him, and straddling his right leg, "However, I do have a few... requests."

He held his hand out, waving into the air, "State your case, my dear."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, leaning in close to his ear, "You will not touch me until I tell you and you will not use any of your powers or magic on me, unless I give you permission, got it? You've been gone the last three days, you would punish me for much less, so I think you deserve the same," I put my hands on his face, hovering my lips over his.

His eyes widened at the realization of what I was asking him to do, "My sweet girl, I can't promise that, you come into my chamber dressed like this and not expect me to want to touch you," He whispered, his breath tickling my skin.

"And I will let you, just let me have some fun first. We play like this all the time love," I replied, kissing his neck softly, "So, let's agree to play fair, shall we?"

I could tell he didn't like it, but the way he was fighting himself to submit to me turned me on more than anything else. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing was getting heavier, "Fine."

"That's my good boy," I said before finally kissing him sweetly on the lips.

Loki was a bit surprised by my sudden change in demeanor, and I knew he wasn't expecting me to kiss him so soon. I felt his hands run up my sides, and then he grabbed my hips, pulling me tighter toward his crotch. I decided to let him have a little before I took my lot.

I let out a moan at his desperation, and pulled myself from his lips, "Hands off," I said sternly and watched the confusion grow on his face as he followed my rules.

I smiled down at him, "You're so good for me, Loki," running my hands through his hair and kissing his cheek as I pushed my left knee farther into his crotch.

"You know how I feel about you, my darling," He moaned at the pressure.

"Yes, I do," I said, biting my lip seductively, "But I want to hear it fall from your lips like a prayer."

He groaned as I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest, "I love you, y/n," He said between gasps.

"Mmm, I love you too, and those words sound so good, but.." I said, "First I'm going to take my pleasure from you," then I ground myself against his thigh, pulling him into my chest, and throwing my head back at the sensation of the leather and lace against my sensitive skin.

Loki's hands immediately went to my waist, and he began to push me further onto him, "Please, my love..." He begged, his voice husky with desire.

I couldn't help but laugh, "You've already failed, my sweet boy."

He looked up at me confused, "What do you mean?"

"Bind your hands to the chair, now," I said, putting my hands on his shoulders. He did as I asked, and I kissed him again, letting him feel my tongue against his own.

"Good, now let your Queen enjoy herself, let me use your body to chase my desire," I spoke commandingly.

"Yes, my Queen," he replied, finally picking up on my attitude, while still trying to catch his breath.

Using my hands on his shoulders as leverage I returned to rotating my hips against his thigh. It was such an incredible feeling to have his hands bound, unable to touch me, and yet I had complete control of him. The power I wielded was intoxicating.

I slowly worked my hips, moving them in small circles, grinding against his thigh, and watching as Loki's eyes grew more heated with lust and frustration. I moved my hands down to his thighs, rubbing the inside of his legs, teasing him.

I could see the bulge in his pants growing larger by the second, and I wanted nothing more than to rip them open and sink myself onto his hardened cock, but not yet, the power coursing through my veins driving me higher and higher towards my release.

"Loki," I said my eyes closing, "Don't take your lips off my body." Immediately his mouth latched onto my collarbone, sucking and biting at my heated skin, making me shiver. "Oh god, Loki, that feels so good," I moaned, pushing myself harder against his leg.

His teeth grazed my shoulder blade, causing me to whimper, and I felt a wave of heat rush through my body, "Lose your pants, I want to feel your skin against my clit," I said through my pleasured moans.

I felt his magick beneath me as he obeyed, but didn't stop licking his way down my chest until he reached the hem of my bra. "You might also want to also soundproof the room, my love, I did leave the guard just outside the door," I said my hands around his head, holding him tightly to me.

With the wave of his hand, I felt the familiar tickle of his magic in the air, and I reveled in the way it felt against my skin, "Shit," I let out a breathy moan, as I felt his soft skin against my covered pussy.

I gasped as he pressed his lips against my nipple, and then bit hard through the lace, causing me to cry out. "Oh fuck!" I cried, "Do that again," I said, and he obliged, giving my other breast the same treatment.

I couldn't help but grind my hips against his leg, in desperate chase of my high, "Fuck, Loki, my clothes," I whispered, losing my composure slightly.

He took this as his chance, "Yes, my queen? Is your underwear keeping you from your orgasm? Or do you just revel in the feel of my seidr against your skin?" He said, licking around my nipple, trying to push the lace cup down around my breast.

"Shut your fucking mouth and just do it, Loki," I let out sternly, growing annoyed with his arrogant attitude.

"As you wish, my love," He said, and with another flick of his hands, my bra and panties were gone, "It's better for me this way too," He whispered and bit down on my nipple again.

I moaned loudly, feeling my legs begin to shake, "And who's the brat now?" I said, my attitude back after his remarks.

He didn't respond, his tongue cooling the pressure on my nipple.

My hand in his hair pulled him off of my skin, "I think you're forgetting your place, my sweet," I pressed my other hand against his cheek, then slapped it lightly with my fingers, "I asked you a question, I expect an answer unless you want more harsh punishment."

He nodded quickly and moaned out, "Yes, my Queen, I am sorry, I deserve a punishment," His eyes met mine, and he smiled menacingly as if testing to see if I'd hurt him.

Letting his hair go, I leaned back and cracked my hand across his face, "Oh fuck," Loki said under his breath as his body recoiled, his hips pulled back slightly, and his feet pushed his legs higher into the chair and higher into my cunt, my own hips rolling in response to the pressure.

I felt the heat in my core increase, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, "Loki, do that again!" I cried out, and he obliged, biting down on my breast, and flicking his tongue over my nipple while also pressing his thigh up against my slick cunt, "Faster," I said, "Harder," I demanded, and he obeyed.

The pleasure was building rapidly, my body shaking uncontrollably, my toes curling as the waves of pleasure overtook me, "Don't stop," I begged, and he didn't.

"That's it, my sweet, cum for me," Loki growled, his teeth grazing my neck, "Cum all over my leg, make me yours," He whispered, and I could feel my orgasm rising, "Use my body, my love," He said, his voice husky, his lips brushing against my ear, "I'm yours to use, my Queen," He whispered, and I felt the power surge through me, my body exploding in ecstasy.

My back arched and my nails dug into the leather shoulder pads on his cape. I rode Loki's thigh until the waves worked their way through my body.

Soon I was settled back into my body, Loki's eyes watching my every move, "Darling, please," He was so desperate, his mouth had fallen open, and his breathing shallow.

I laughed softly, "What is it, my love?" I asked, running my hand through his hair, "Is there something else you need?"

"Please," He said, practically whining, and his eyes looked up at me, begging.

"Are you in need of release too, sweet? You look just precious begging me like that, so desperate for me. I'm so lucky, you know? I'm the only person who's ever seen Prince Loki, ruler of Asgard, beg. How special I must be to you, right darling?" I teased, stroking his cheek, and he groaned, his eyes closed tight.

"Yes, my Queen," He said, and I saw him shift his weight slightly, "Please, I need to feel you around me."

I hummed, my composure remaining, "I think we have more than enough time until your next meeting, and you do deserve a reward for helping me cum like such a good boy." I winked.

"Yes-! Yes, please," He corrected himself, quickly and I smiled.

"I've finally done it, you realize that right?" my mouth fell open slightly and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Done what, my love?" He responded trying to capture my lips in his, but I turned slightly.

"I've broken you," My hand slipped between us, pulling his cock from his briefs, and moving across his hips to slide the tip of his cock through my folds, "You can't control yourself anymore, you're mine, Loki," I whispered, and I heard him moan.

I pulled his cock into my hand, stroking him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him along my slick pussy, "Do you like when I take care of you, Loki? Do you like how I use you?" I asked, teasing him, and he groaned, his eyes closing tightly.

"Yesss," He moaned, "I like it, my Queen," His words came out almost like a prayer, and It made me smile.

I slid myself down onto his cock, my inner muscles gripping him tightly, and he let out a low, guttural sound, his hands gripping tightly to the arms of the chair, "I'm so proud of you, listening to my demands, being a good boy and following my directions. For that, I won't make you wait to come," I bottomed out onto him, letting out a moan at the feeling of him deep inside of me, once his eyes were back on mine, begging me silently to move, "But, that doesn't mean you don't tell me when you're close, right?"

"Of course, darling," He responded quickly, his hips attempting to buck into me for any sort of movement, "Please, just.."

Then I kissed him deeply and started to ride him slowly, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He groaned loudly, his head falling forward, and his hips thrusting up to meet my downward motion. I loved the feel of him inside me, his size filling me completely, and I could feel my own wetness dripping down onto his lap.

I moved faster, my pace increasing with each stroke, my breasts bouncing lightly as I rode him hard, our thighs slapping together, "Oh god, oh god, fuck," Loki gasped, his hands clenching into fists, and I could hear his breath coming in short gasps, "Please, I'm almost there."

Then I slowed a bit, hitting him deeper inside of me, and he let out a high-pitched groan almost complaining, but I knew he wasn't going to complain, not after everything I'd made him do.

"Please, my love, I'm going to cum, please, don't slow down," He begged, his voice hoarse.

"You're not the only one who gets to cum, baby, don't be greedy now, you'll get yours soon enough," I panted, and I felt my own orgasm building, "Just hold on a little longer for me, okay?" I asked, and he nodded, his face flushed and sweaty, his eyes half-lidded.

I leaned forward against his chest, and wrapped my arms around his neck, "Good boy, keep holding on," I whispered, and he did, his hips pushing into me, his body tensing, and as he bit into my skin, "Touch me now, Loki."

As if those were the magic words he needed his hands automatically gripped my body, his arms around my waist, pulling me along onto his cock.

"Fuck!" He cried out, and I could feel him pulsating inside of me, and I was just about there, I just needed a little more. Grabbing his right wrist I guided it to my clit and Loki automatically pressed his fingers against it in soft circles, knowing exactly how to push me there.

"Yes! Come with me now, Loki! Cum with me!" I screamed, and I felt him tense beneath me, and then I felt the first wave of pleasure wash over me, and I moaned loudly as Loki's hips began to falter in their thrusts, and I felt him release inside of me, his hot seed spilling into my pussy, and I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, my own orgasm riding through my body, and I felt him shudder underneath of me.

We slowed together until we were practically clinging to each other's bodies, panting heavily, and I could feel his heart beating wildly under my ear. He kissed my shoulder softly, and I sighed contentedly, "I love you so much, Loki." I said quietly, and he chuckled. "I know, my Queen, and I love you too." He replied.

I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a long moment until I realized we were still in the throne room, "I better go, you still have one more meeting," I said moving to sit up, but Loki held me tight.

"Stay here with me a little while longer, we have time, darling," He whispered, and I looked up at him smiling and kissing him softly.

I stroked his hair, and praised him softly, the way he usually would with me after we played like this together, and then after a bit, he spoke.

"That was amazing. I've never been so turned on by anything before in my life." He said, and I smiled.

"Good, I did like playing with you, my love," I said, and he blushed slightly, "But I think we should probably get dressed now, or else your advisor will start knocking and might think something is up."

I stood off from him, and he used his magick to dress us both again, making sure to double knot the ties on my cloak before he walked me to the door, "How do you always know when I need you? I've been thinking about you all day," He said as we crossed the spacious room.

"And if I told you that was my magick, what would you say to that?" I responded, stopping in front of the door to look up at him.

He laughed, and pulled me into a hug, "I'd tell you that I love you, and I can't wait to see you later."

I returned the embrace and gave him a kiss on the cheek before I opened the door, "I'll see you at home, my king." I said with a wink and a smirk.

He smiled, "Of course, my queen."

[orionsangel86]

I see where your coming from here because its true that sex dreams absolutely dont get a reaction from him at all. The comics feature sex dreams quite often and there is even a part where he casually walks through an entire section of the Dreaming devoted to sex dreams and he's just like "dont mind me just doing my rounds". Sex dreams are common and normal and as you say "like a trip to the grocery store" for him.

But whats not quite true is that he would treat sex dreams about him with the same total nonchalance and lack of reaction. Sex dreams about Dream are not common place because most dreamers don't even notice him or know he exists other than on a deeply subconscious level. We have two examples in the comic of where its hinted that someone who knows him could possibly be dreaming about him in a sexy way.

The first is Thessaly. Their relationship started because she dreamed of him after their meeting in a Game of You. We dont know much about the details, other than that he was surprised that she dreamed of him and curious about it to the point that he started courting her. Its not mentioned if the dream was a sex dream or just a regular dream but whatever it was it was enough to catch his attention and start a relationship.

The only other time is the sexual undertones in Lady Basts dream meeting. It is a dream he makes especially for her and I think the sexual undertones of the meeting could imply she's dreamed of him that way before and he's aware of it. She teases him and asks him to "be her Tom" which takes him aback before she sooths his awkwardness and dismisses it as a joke. But she also asks why they were never lovers to which he replies "she knows him too well for that".

The problem with Dream is that he is rather desperately pining for a romantic partner. His failure of a love life is an ongoing theme throughout the comics. He wants love. He wants a companion. He is desperately lonely. If someone were to start having sex dreams about him I think it would get his attention. Do I think he'd be awkward and embarassed? Nope. Nor do I think he'd immediately join in and take over from his dream self (because that would be a bit rapey in all honesty). But I do think he would be flattered and curious about it.

The only other example I can think of is which maybe goes against this is Nuala. Nuala lives in the palace with Dream and is hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't notice at all. I presume Nuala still sleeps and dreams whilst she is a resident of his castle, but if she ever has sexy dreams about him he clearly either doesnt know or doesn't care. When she finally reveals her feeling for him, he offers her "a dream of him" which implies him giving her a dream lover in his form and all that would entail. Its treated in my opinion as a pretty big deal for him to offer such a thing though she rejects it because of course it wouldn't actually BE him.

All this to say, if someone who knows Dream has a sex dream about him, IF he were to notice at all, he would have a reaction. He'd be flattered and possibly quite shy. Not awkward, but curious to know if the dream had any deeper meaning, if the dream meant the dreamer actually had deeper feelings for him that he could pursue... if he was interested of course.

Then again basing any meta on Dream around his state of mind when he started courting Thessaly or when he visited Lady Bast is a huge shot in the dark since he was already on a journey of total self destruction at those points. So I think the honest answer is we don't really know his reaction. But I still dont think it would be nothing.

so much sandman fic has people having sexy dreams about dream and this being either horrifyingly awkward or gorgeously erotic but realistically this happens all the time and dream would just react like he ran into them in the grocery aisle

[koemiii]

Venti x fem!reader

AVITOIC(N.);; THE STRONG DESIRE TO FLY, OR TO BE UP IN THE AIR

FEATURING; Venti

DESCRIPTION; Royal AU;; where reader is a princess and is going to be married to someone she doesn’t know. Reader is going to marry someone from the Edelsteinstadt-Fontaine (which is currently undergoing a national crisis. Fontaine is torn into two different republics rn.)

CW. Minor swearing, forced marriage, crying

NOTES; part two to be uploaded!! hehehehee i love venti(who doesn't)

It felt ethereal. Everything felt so ethereal. Flowers surrounded you and ‘Belüftung’, whilst seatherny was playing in the background. The anemo vision wielder hoped all of this was just a dream, hoping that this was reality. This is the only place where the girl can be herself, not a princess, not an eccedentesiast, but her very own self. With these seemingly unharmful thoughts lingering in the princess’ mind, the corner of the aspectabund young lady’s lips curved up into a seraphic smile. To ‘Belüftung’, she was simply comely. To them, this is their heaven, their utopia. 

Sitting under a tree watching the sunset, while the animals playing with each other, ‘Belüftung’ smiled too. It was all so idyllic, full of happiness. Then the smile on the girl’s lips turned into a frown. Oh no, She must be thinking something about her arranged marriage, the male thought. His big, turquoise hues reflected the Princess’ pretty face so clearly as if they’re made from gemstones. He took off his beret and gently placed it beside him. Her hands were in his, but not anymore now. The bard’s slender fingers, after years and years of lyre strumming, was now between the girl’s chin and tilting it softly, making his loved look at him. ‘Look, I get you’re sad, but it’s all going to be okay, all right? There’s nothing wrong with you,’’ The archon murmured, forehead to forehead, holding you tightly.  

The so-called ‘Belüftung’, who’s name is actually Venti, is now pressing his lips to the sobbing girl’s temple, whispering reassuring words to you. ‘I promise I’ll be at your wedding place by tomorrow’s dusk, alright? I know how uncomfortable you’ll be, but please, remember I’ll always be there for you.’ He whispered in your ear, not letting you go. The princess did the same too, still sniffing, hands wrapped around Venti’s back tightly, whispered her gratitude to her partner, ‘Thank you, Barbatos, je t’aime.’ Pulling back form the hug, you gave Barbatos a genuine smile, which something the eccedentesiast haven’t done in months, or years. He retuned your smile with a same one, ‘And thus, we’ll meet each other in real life and not in the Dream anymore, my muse.’

With a swoosh of wind, the girl woke up with a hint of mixed feelings, not to mention that today’s her 18th birthday and her wedding day, which she didn’t agree to. As the fifth ray of sunbeam began to pour into the room, the girl rubbed her eyes, enjoying the silent but delicate aura in the room. Not long after, someone knocked on the door and silently turned the doorknob and found their way into your room. The currently unknown figure closed the door swiftly, and you see your only friend in the palace-Lisa, the librarian in your family’s palace.

She bowed, although you told her she didn’t have to do that. ‘Your Highness, may I be so bold to say a few humble words,’ She breathed, hands trailing amongst the golden-edged footboard, ‘First and foremost, happy birthday, my dear...friend,’ She gave you a smile, somehow to be relieved that you approved the title as her ‘best friend’, of course, she’s a mere librarian- and look at you, a princess, a soon to be queen! 'I have something to tell you, Your Highness, I deeply apologize for overhearing what the chamberlain said to your Father, you're marrying the King from Edelsteinstadt, and as you know... he's 72 years old,' Her breath hitched as if she doesn’t want to accept your fate like how you do. “Anyways, thank you so much for your information, I truly appreciate it, if it weren’t you I wouldn’t have know what to do, they didn’t tell me either— I mean, just how could they do that? I’m th—their own daughter…just, how could they,” the fear of no knowing what the future would do to you, not knowing what the old man could and would do to you, feeling the tense and the pain beginning to spill out, tears brimming your eyes, you hoped all of this is just a dream. It's all so, so so so overwhelming. Broken whimpers and sobs could be heard in the whole room. Heels clicking, you feel a sudden weight on the bed. The libarian genttly patting your back, drawing messy circles to soothe you. It surely calmed you down, as you blew your nose into the handkerchief.

As the maids began to pour in the room, Lisa sat up and pretended to tell you something, she had to fake it.Something so ''intimate'' is strictly forbidden amongst the royals. Letting a librarian sitting on the Princess' bed and rubbing circles on their back? Far too intimate, they claim. Sitting up as you sliently bid an informal farewell to Lisa. You are very, very sure that Venti will come save you from this disaster, you put all your trust into him, becasue he is going to be your very soon fiancé, the one who you truly loved.

[diamondcitydarlin]

all personal feeling/preference aside, I really feel like one of the bigger cruxes of the shipping debates is caused by the confusing tonal switch the show takes around the end of episode 3 (I know this has been talked about to death but this is just my stream of consciousness rn ok). The Loki series starts off establishing the dynamic between Loki and Mobius; apart from Mobius and Ravonna's 'friendship', some interactions with B-15, and some expository moments with other TVA folks (like Casey), there aren't really any other focal characters or dynamics and it stays this way for the first two, rather lengthy episodes. The audience is essentially being told 'these are the two main characters of this story and it will begin and end with them and their dynamic', so this is doubly unfair to people who 1) may not have liked the dynamic bc idk why you'd think after watching the first 2 eps that the show would be about anything else other than this and a character journey for Loki (and time travel), 2) people who did like the dynamic because after the 2nd episode, guess what, it's not really a thing after that. You'd have no way of knowing that from the FIRST TWO EPISODES of a 6-part series.

It's not that Sylvie is inherently a problem- at least not to me, I love the idea of everything she could have been and that's generally how I think of her- it's that the show takes an abrupt turn from not only focusing the heart of the story around a particular dynamic, but it also begins to prioritize Sylvie's pain and struggle at the expense of literally every other character, including the two the show led us to believe were going to be the most important to the narrative. The set up in episodes one and two for this series to be an opportunity for Loki to take a hard look at himself and grow as a character as a result of his new circumstances is just about completely forgotten because it seems enough to the writers that he fall in love with a female version of himself that he met 12 hours prior- character development speedrun!! Once Sylvie shows up, everything in the show seems to readjust to orbit solely around her and the pain only she is justified to have. Which, honestly, would be FINE if they had just established from the first episode that this would be the direction of the show (soidknowtostopwatchinginthefirstfiveseconds). Maybe call it 'Sylvie' instead or make her more clearly the MCU version of Enchantress and give her her own series like Agatha.

anyway it creates endless roundabout arguments of who goes best with whom because...there isn't really a good answer to that in terms of what the show gave us (see: trash). The Loki that later falls head over heels in love with Sylvie and forgets his previous 500 personalities entirely isn't really the same Loki that had scenes with Mobius prior, because Loki was rendered to caricature playdoh that molded around whoever his scene partner happened to be and whatever goals Michael had in mind at the time. There isn't anything very consistent about him in his own namesake show, there is no real arc or linear growth we can track just, 'now he's this' and 'oh but now he's this' when it's not really clear how the character got from point a to point b.

That's not to say I didn't want to know about Sylvie and her pain- of course I did. I would so much rather have heard about and seen flashbacks of Sylvie's time in the palace, what her Thor was like, how deeply she grieves Frigga and how it drives her anger etc etc, I just wanted to see it depicted with the same approach as Loki's was, in that she isn't immune from being criticized by other characters or allowing the audience room to interpret her behavior for themselves rather than manipulating the narrative to frame her as justified in everything. If B-15, Mobius aNd Loki are made to look critically at themselves, so should she so as to be a fully three dimensional part of the ensemble.

This is also why I will maintain for the rest of time the Loki / Sylvie dynamic would have been better served as something platonic / more frenemy sibling-like at least at first...because for as much as the show REALLY WANTS Loki to hate himself, for as many chances as the show takes to make him cringe at his own behavior and that of his variants, they really did nothing in the way of explaining why Sylvie is not only an exception to the Lokis-hate-Lokis rule, she fucking makes one fall in love with her in matter of hours. How? I mean, they had fun banter and there was a suggestion of them eventually getting along better but nothing that would convince me true love happened right there on apocalypse planet, that now suddenly every motive that Loki has is purely, selflessly in favor of Sylvie, a presumed Loki variant that he has already expressed intimidation towards for being more elusive than him. (What happened to him feeling threatened by her...? He just kinda forgot I guess?) The only explanation is that she enchanted him and we'll find that out in season 2, but I'm not holding my breath. It'd be a dope twist tho tbh and would explain so much.

so idk, Loki (tv show) sucked, and that's mostly because it had every opportunity to be something new, refreshing, a show for more marginalized members of the Marvel viewer base, hell maybe even profound, and it took none of them 🙃

[witch-hazels-musings]

HI i do not know if i am submitting this request right (and if i’m not, i am so sorry), but. could you possibly write SFW content about zhongli x a gender neutral archaeologist reader?

i just finished historia antiqua: I, & i am so brainrotted by it omg. i can’t help but to lose my mind at the idea of zhongli’s partner being super into archaeology or anthropology and he just looks at them so lovingly when they’re rambling abt some new fossil/relic they’ve found, or some incredibly specific fact about liyue. this idea is v v personal to me (i’m an anthropology major w/ a focus on archaeology) and i can’t help but to get so flustered at the idea of zhongli listening to my geeky little history talks and even adding onto it. no one else listens to me when i talk abt history so i get a lil emo at the thought of zhongli listening :’)

sorry this request is so long!! thank u for your time and i’m so sorry if i sent this incorrectly!

our history is before us 

Warning -> SFW

Zhongli  X Archeology!GN Reader | anthology 

To know where we’ve been is to know where we may go. We are merely travelers along the path laid out by those before us; to disregard their successes or let the trail be washed away by the sand of time, is an opportunity wasted. 

It is with hands that can caress away the erosion of time and bring the beauty of the past to the surface; it is with a sharp mind and earnest heart to walk in shoes that haven’t been worn in thousands of years; it is with keen eyes that can see what others cannot - to find beauty in the rocks unturned and holes waiting to be dug. 

Zhongli, Morax, the great Rex Lapis who has walked this plane for a millennium has seen mountains rise and fall within a single breath of his lungs

He has witness nations turn over again and again - their greed running rampant in the streets, their hopes lifted and taken upon the wind, their voices singing or screaming to be heard - he has been the singular observer to it all - the scenes that played beneath him like a play left unattended; he may never fully recall them all and even if he does, he wishes to forget 

It is a contract that binds him - unknown and buried - it was a contract that freed him - destructive and eager

In this life he never imagined that he’d come across someone who could show him the past which ran by him like a rushing river, never could he know their mind would open a door to places that dissolved like sugar cubes - never did he imagine he’d meet someone like you 

As he made his way to the mountain site, he recalled the first day he stumbled into your research. Steady feet propelled him forward and curious eyes detecting something unique sticking up from the landscape. 

When he approached and found you working through piles of dirt, a small brush in your hand, and a hat blocking out the beating sun, he couldn’t help but inquire about your activities. 

“Good afternoon.” He called down to you, your body going stiff before you leaned up to face him. A lovely expression under the shade of your hat, splotches of dirt decoration your cheeks and eyes filled with wonder. 

“Oh, hello!” 

“May I ask what it is you are doing?” He wrapped his hands around their partner's wrist and rested it against his back. The wind made the edge of your tent flap wildly, like a drum beating in a wild tempo. 

“Ah - uh well. That’s hard to explain. Have you ever heard of the story about the ‘Palace Beneath the Sea’ -- well, supposedly the village used to be here before the mountains pushed its way toward the sky.” You looked at the small hole which surrounded you, scratching the back of your head and sighing deeply. “Though, I can’t seem to find anything that points to the accuracy of that statement.” 

Zhongli moved his hand to his chin, the leather of his glove warm from the afternoon. “I may know a better place.” 

“Really!” Your face lit up brighter than a flash of mora in the light and, without waiting for any time to pass, you scrambled out of the pit and stood before him. The smell of earth and history wafting off of you. “Take me there.” 

He knew as soon as the campsite came into view that you’d be hard at work. It never surprised him, your ability to analyze ancient texts and then know the locations where artifacts could be found. He found it hard to believe that you weren’t some spirit reincarnated here with knowledge of the past buried deep within your soul. 

There was a flicker of light and, as he moved his hand to shield his gaze from the sun, he saw you step out from under the makeshift tent you’d thrown up early in the morning. The light jacket that fell around you was pushed by the breeze, the arms it covered wrapped around your torso as you looked across the field and, as if you knew he was approaching, you turned toward him. Even in the bright light of the sun, he knew you were smiling, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. 

He loved to listen to you talk about the things you had discovered or were bound to discover 

Upon your return from the field - he was able to dive deep into the artifacts that spilled from your bags. The knowledge you possessed in regards to them seemed endless, and even when he chimed in to offer you some additional insight, you picked right back up or took diligent notes 

“How do you know so much about this!” You exclaimed, jotting down his words on the small tag which wrapped around the ancient object. 

“History is something I am fond of discussing.” His hand reached for a particular one, a small compact mirror whose reflection had faded long ago. It reminded him of the women who once made their way from event to event when gatherings like those were more functional instead of for pleasure. 

“Well, what can you tell me about this?” Reaching into the basket of items, you pulled out a trinket, something that brought flashes of life to his greyed-out memories. “See, my theory is …” He listened to you with incredible interest. While his ears took in your words, it seemed his eyes were distracted by the movement of your lips. 

Because he knew of your affinity for the subject, he often took you to places that held strong significance to the people of Liyue, or those who wandered around Teyvat 

There were times you happened upon remote museums of archons and Adeptus whose actions shaped the very cartography of the landscape 

He’d never met someone who found joy in these subjects before - other than fellow historians, but even they sometimes found their well empty - but you, from the bright morning light to the last sliver of its presence, would talk with him about it all 

No matter if it were pleasant or unpleasant, the conversation always ended with a delightful discussion or interested minds searching for more answers yet to be found 

“What are you researching today?” He asked you, leaning over your shoulder and taking a peek at the work spread across your desk. 

“I am going to tackle something that’s been on my mind for a while.” 

“What might that be?” 

“The rise of Rex Lapis.” Your fingers stretched as they picked up a particularly heavy scroll. Almost dragging it closer to you until its contents unfurled across your other papers and writing utensils.

“Hasn’t that story been told many times before?” 

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s accurate. We know who he was, but not really where he came from. I want to know more …” 

“I may be able to offer you some insight, if you’d like I can make us a pot of tea.” You glanced at him, eyes connecting with the amber glow in his and with eager expressions, you accepted his offer. “Though, I must warn the history may not be what you expect.” 

“I’m ready for answers no matter what they are.” You nod, standing up and heading toward the pile of books on the table behind you. He hoped, wished that you were ready because what is learned cannot be unlearned.  

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