#when I say they're always on my mind I mean it 😤

[taniushka12]

Now that I'm trying to turn my brain off from all of today's insanity to sleep I'm back on my usual mental schedule and oh my god. I Gotta write another alan/alice/barry fic I truly won't be at peace until I do it

[somewhereincairparavel]

How would Jason Grace spoil you? boyfriend hcs list

author's note: ik i have an angsty jason grace prompt in my asks and i swear im working on it! But this idea just popped up on my mind and I've been thinking about it all night yesterday omgg. Let me know if you guys want a Leo/Percy/Frank version of this, I mostly write for Jason since he's my bbg but I might actually do the others this time since the idea is so cute!

I'll start off by saying, Jason is a selfcare supporter bf.

Okay so yk how the Romans in CJ have such high standards? They literally exhibit royal/regal energy, and are super fans of luxury stuff.

Jason despite being influenced by greeks would always be a roman. Whether he likes it or not, there will always be roman blood in him. So he makes these cute/simple ideas for dates/gifts but his execution is just pure sophistication. He's SO simple yet so fancy, and Ik they're contradictions but I promise I'll explain.

like this boy would make sure to run you a nice warm roman bath after you come back from a dangerous/tiresome quest to ease your muscles. Cute and simple right? Wrong. This man would buy all sorts of expensive bath perfumes, bath bombs, fragranted petals, etc to make it extra special for you.

See so this is what I mean when I say his ideas are cute, but executed in a very fancy way.

He LOVES spoiling you with self care products, like sheet masks, lotion, cleansers, hair masks, etc. like he simply does NOT care about the money, as long as his girl is taking care of herself?? That's all that matters tbh

This is mostly because Jason, as a kid soldier, never had any time for himself, the closest thing he's ever done to "selfcare" is probably take long baths + trim his hair lol

jason was blessed with his mother's ethereal actress beauty okay. So selfcare or no self care would have zero effect on him physically bc bro would still look majestic.

ANYWAYS he feels like his inner child just kinda heals when he sees you prioritising yourself and he admires it sm :((

would be ecstatic if you rope him into self care. He would be sceptical at first but then as you're applying a face mask on him he'd be like "wait this is actually so relaxing what" and you love the way his face muscles soften at that. Like he really deserves a break and some relaxation, you'd often trick him into using your skincare products intentionally bc he deserves self care.

once he felt so soothed with the lemon facemask he was wearing that he fell asleep on your shoulder and was all zzz 🥺

and would make sure to restock all your products if they run out.

he feels that the self-care has more of a mental and emotional effect on him rather than physical

Which is what matters to him

honestly?? He supports you if you want to wear makeup. Like he'd think you look gorgeous either way but if you like wearing lipgloss? So be it. You get any lipgloss you want he's paying. He just LOVES that you love yourself too :( and would do anything to make you feel comfortable.

also

Food.

This man loves investing on food. Again, it's bc he never even had the time to properly eat as a legionnaire :(

So he'd love to take you out to places and just munch on tasty food and talk. New Rome has bomb food okay. Bro just never got to eat them.

Lmao he's like everyone's grandma when it comes to food. "Have you eaten? You HAVE to eat!! I'll get you food! Go back to your room!"

would spoonfeed you soup if you're sick bc nuh uh you ain't going without eating hun 😤

hes the worried anxious mother hen bf okay fight me.

Food + selfcare = Jason Grace's love language

[wings-of-ink]

Unto more wilder asks (not that kind 😩🙏🏻)

What if some kind of hocus pocus magic happens and the RO's see a glimpse into parallel universe and they see MC. They thought that MC would have a different fate but really, MC is still sick with some kind of incurable disease (Yeah! Too much fluff going on in the ask, I choose chaos and angst 😤)

Can I just say I love how you answer asks because you take time to craft this cute little scenarios for us to enjoy. It's like a reward for us readers 😌✨

Thank you so much for saying that. I'm glad you are liking the Asks. When I have the time, I really do like putting my mind in them as much as possible for each character. Downside is that it may take a bit of time if I have trouble. Some of them come to me easily and others I have to chew on for a while, but I truly do enjoy them - maybe too much at times!

Guess I'll have to take my fluffy mittens off for this one.

Oswin:  This isn't fair. It's not fair that his MC had to suffer already, but is this really their lot in every life? He can't help but feel that pull between them even though this isn't his MC. It feels like them, like an extension of their soul. Tears gather in his eyes as a sob bubbles up from his throat.

Zahn:  An uncharacteristic bitterness charges through them. As if MC's suffering wasn't enough already. Does that mean there is another Zahn out there too? Will they find each other? This blasted curse was the only reason they met. At least something beautiful came from it, but Zahn would change it all if it meant MC never suffered.

Duri:  Figures. It's always the best people that get the shittiest hand. How many times have they watched that play out and how many times will they be subjected to it again? They can't keep watching this.

Rune:  This isn't their MC…it isn't. They need to stop looking at this and ignore it. MC is fine, their MC is fine now. Stop looking. They bite their lip until they taste blood. Is all of creation really this cruel?

???:  A familiar disgust settles on his heart as he watches. Is nowhere safe for them? Does this mean there is a version of himself in this world too? Are they just as pathetic? Will this version of himself at least help, or will they… He needs to see MC - now. He needs to be sure that they're okay.

Thank you for the ask! I hope these are sad enough to counteract your fluff allergy, lol. ^_^

Just a side note that part of these were written while listening to "What does the Fox Say," and I think I may need to talk about that in therapy to someone, lol.

[vespertin-y]

OKAY I FINALLY WATCHED GRAVITY FALLS. TEN YEARS LATE I KNOW. i was expecting to have to power through a bunch of boring kid stuff to get to the actual interesting drama and i was so so wrong i locked tf in and finished it in two days. it's so good what the actual fuck. heres my thoughts on the main characters

mabel: when i was the actual target audience for this show i saw a bit of mabel while flipping through disney XD and i immediately concluded that she was annoying af and i would never watch this show because of her. i would like to repent for this evil evil take by flinging myself belly down onto shattered glass. MABEL MY BABY GIRL...if they ever put her in another Situation or Scenario ill kill someone fr. she's a little too selfish and a little too pushy sure but so genuinely KIND and SWEET and so willing to make a fool of herself to pull her dumb brother out of his head. that unicorn doesn't know jack i hope she gets everything she wants forever

dipper: if i had watched gf as a kid i would have been in very real danger of naming myself after this guy (which doesn't even work bc im not nearly as cool as him!! the woodland creatures would have eaten my ass). it would've been so easy to give him a generic gaining confidence arc but he is never a coward when it really matters and i think that's great. he may not be able to talk to a girl but he can and will beat a gnome to death with a shovel for touching his sister!!! also yeah he is extremely transgender.

stan: OUUUUUGH. STARTS SOBBING. stanley pines the man that you are. i assumed at first that his plot would be about Learning To Love but no he is 100% on board with being the world's best grunkle from minute one. he definitely fucks up sometimes (putting waddles outside comes to mind as does. The Other Thing) but he always tries his very best to fix it. every action he takes just oozes with care for his family. every time i thought he had a motivation that wasn't his family they pulled the rug out from under me and revealed that it was, in fact, just his family again. he would give everything for them. AND HE LITERALLY DOES??? im gonna vomit. he hand stitched fishing hats 😭😭😭

wendy: definitely my least favorite of the main cast im sorry wendyheads...i just feel like there isn't a lot to get into here. every time they imply there's something more going on with her or her family they just snap her right back into The Coolest Girl In The World which might be fun but it's not that interesting.

soos: SOOS MY FRIEND SOOS!!!! i wobbled on him during the middle of the show bc i felt like they were making him Genuinely Dumb instead of just a good babysitter but they pulled his characterization back around by the end i think. he is like me in that he would also die for the mystery twins without hesitation or regret 💖. a lesser show would've been really mean about soos but gf is BASED and SOOSPILLED so he gets what he deserves. he does not have to lose weight or drop his "childish" interests or stop living with his grandma to WIN AT LIFE. awesome girlfriend! dream job! big house! stan using that boat to hunt down his bio dad and kill him, probably!

ford: ill be honest and admit i hated this guy at first but eventually i learned to live laugh love about his massive incredibly fragile ego ruining everything all the time and now i am a big ford enjoyer. what a FREAK oh my god. he believed his journals to be capable of destroying the world and still refused to destroy them because they're His Life's Work????? he had the painfully obvious option to tell bill he didn't know the equation and stall for time and chose instead to say that OBVIOUSLY he knows it he's the SMARTEST MAN ALIVE he's just not TELLING YOU 😤 and then immediately got tortured????? he spent most of his screentime projecting his relationship issues onto an Actual Child?????????? he needs to go to therapy and learn he's not the main character of the universe but he will not be doing that so i can only hope the boat fixes him. if i was stanley i'd've fed him to the shapeshifter.

bill: SIGH. YES OKAY HE'S MY FAVORITE. I KNOW I'M FUCKING PREDICTABLE DON'T @ ME. i spent 90% of his screentime cracking up and the other 10% making Homosexual Detection Eyebrows at my brother! the ideal ratio!!!!! i can't wait to get my hands on the book so i can poor little meowmeow him more efficiently. i knew i was saving that barnes & noble gift card for something important.

[exo-raskreia]

you'll probably won't see this message but i'll send it anyway lol.. i love you speak your mind about how the ichihime ship isn't that great and has all the facts to bring it show that you're right. i always felt scared to say i don't ship ichihime cuz they're are alot of shippers that can get so intense about it. i always say that ichihime is a cute ship and they have their moments(i don't feel that way at all lol) cuz i don't want to be attacked for not liking how their story played out. twitter is a scary place oml💀 and they made me sorta believe that ichiruki doesn't have any chemistry and they're just siblings when i knew in my heart like yes they do have chemistry and are the superior ship. like ichigo cares more for chad and uryuu then orihime. but since their canon, i guess their love for each other is supposed to be legit. apparently ichigo sees his mother in orihime so i don't understand why that's not a turn-off for the shippers😭so yeah thanks for making me go back in my bleach fangirl era and making my 10-year old self to not feel guilty and stupid shipping ichiruki

Wow, thanks so much, anon! And ur welcome! I will forever be on IchiRuki's side no matter what anyone says 😤.

You don't have to be scared to support what was, and still is, the most popular ship in Bleach (and rightfully so). There was no real ship war during its run (despite what the antis try to claim now), as IR was shipped by most of the fanbase. IR had everything you could hope a M/F ship to have in a battle shounen, the most solid basis for becoming canon with just one more step...and yet... (Kubo fumbled 🙄). The theories on that are interesting...

While more than half the IR fandom is no longer active after that disastrous ending, it doesn't mean they're not still out there. I've seen even non-shippers still praise IR & see it as wasted potential & whatnot (triggering antis in the process 🤭). Not being canon doesn't take away from the fact that it is still the superior ship. Anyone with reading comprehension who reads the manga will see it & wonder why they didn't end up together.

IH was never popular in Japan. It was always far below IchiRuki & UlquiHime (Ori's most popular ship 👀. Kubo achieved in ONE arc what he couldn't achieve for IH the entire manga, like-). To this day, those 2 ships get more content than the canon ships 😌.

The antis are just triggered that despite becoming canon, their ship is still. not. popular. IH doesn't have nearly as much content (both canon AND fanon) as IR & UH despite being canon for almost 10 years. Yes, Kubo himself doesn't care enough to give them even one family sketch 🫢.

Compare that to the Naruto endgame ships (mainly NaruHina & SasuSaku), which have way more official AND fan content. Those were always popular, & still are, 10 years later since becoming canon. Pro-Bleach ED fans love to compare their ships with Naruto's yet are nowhere near as popular.

The IH's really thought they would get the NaruHina royal treatment after the ending (you know, like a movie, official drawings from the creator, interviews saying they were meant to be, merch, etc.), but instead only got a novel that wasn't even focused on them (Ren/Ruki is more popular than IH but mainly because of Rukia 🤣), which vaguely went over their so-called "development" & had chicken scratches a rough draft of a sketch for their ship 🫢. Kubo also said in an interview that IH tried dating in college once but then broke up, later getting back together at some point. Super vague. And mind you, all this happened AFTER Rukia's wedding 🫢👀. So, we can only guess what was going through Ichigo's mind- Doesn't sound like Ichigo was all that interested, huh? Yet the IH's claim he was madly in love with her & "came back to life for her" & whatnot. Almost 10 years later & Kubo still can't be clear on when Ichigo supposedly started to "fall" for Ori despite being his "intended" endgame 💀.

The WDKALY novel has such OOC content on there, like it can't be taken seriously. Apparently, Kubo barely had any involvement with it anyway? Those sketches he drew sure are telling, esp if he calls his drawings here as a "rough draft" 💀

"Chicken scratches" for the canon ships, fr 😭.

RR is another dumpster fire but also more meh for me so I don't have to delve into that one, however, here's a post I once made where I go over why I don't truly believe Renji had feelings for Rukia. Meanwhile, Rukia's sad expression on the novel cover & the sketch of heading to the altar with a scared expression (not even when she was headed to her own execution did she look like THAT) say it all anyway 🫢.

Oh, man, there's just so much to make fun of for the canon ships. Even when we lose, we still win. IH's have no content, so maybe that's why they're so bitter & IR & its shippers still live in their minds rent-free despite them calling it a "dead ship". You would think they'd happily enjoy their canon ship & yet... They get triggered whenever IR fanart garners thousands of likes on Twitter 😩...

So, anon, I suggest not to engage with antis, esp on platforms like Twitter & Reddit. They're cesspools full of dudebros & loud IH's. Ignore, block, &/or mute them. No need to try arguing with them & please do NOT cater to them. Do NOT give them the validation they don't even get from Kubo himself, nor his affiliates (LMFAO). Use that energy to look for other fellow IR's & enjoy IR content (and maybe anti-IH content in the right places; you can explore that tag on my blog if u wish 🤪).

As an old saying in this fandom went, "Keep Calm & Ship IchiRuki."

[meekmedea]

au idea: child of divorce

Except it's not really a divorce, unless you count it in terms of friendship. Because it's Hector and Max. And the child in question is actually a grandchild.

Another Hector Lives AU? (someone please stop me)

Hector & Cleopatra take in Clemensia after her parents pass in a car crash. (Foul play? Maybe. Coincidentally, a month later, a few people pass away in a series of unfortunate accidents)

Cleopatra still dies when the building they live in collapses - might have lived had she not gone in for something of Endymion's.

Hector is devastated - First his son. Now his wife. His home is gone too. All he has left is Clemmie, who's like 5 at this point.

Max offering up the presidential estate to him to figure out where to go from here. Their friendship is a bit rocky by this point, but it's not so terrible that Hector would refuse the offer.

It's meant to be a temporary thing, but as the war gets worse, they both agree that it's safer (for Clemensia) to be raised here than somewhere else.

Also Max is a bit worried that Hector is going to go off the deep end if Clemmie gets hurt.

2 old men attempting to raise a child together. Except it's mostly Hector. Max tries, but he offers up questionable advice at times. Prompting Hector to be like 🤨🤨 how did you raise your nieces and nephews by yourself again?

Clemmie ends up calling him 'Uncle Magnus'. Because it's a bit weird to have the kid living in your house call you 'Mr. President'.

Possibly the only kid that Max actually taught how to play piano and ended up sticking to it. Hector can't play to save his life.

A bit of a strange childhood. Very polite kid though.

Knows how to swear in a multitude of languages (Max's fault. Also maybe Hector's fault).

Max: $%^&* 😤 Clemmie, age 5: $%^&* 😊 Max, realizing with horror that there was a child in the vicinity: Clemensia, if I give you ice cream, can you never repeat that again?

Nearly convinced Max to let her have a dog – Hector intervened and said 'no' just before Max gave in.

She is convinced for the longest time that Max's real name was Magnus. Gave the adult Ravinstills a little shock when she was like 'Uncle Magnus!! 😊' and they just stared at Max, like "Who is this kid???"

Mpreg rumours are so strong in this AU. Doesn't matter that they're in the middle of a war, but the Ravinstills (sans Max) are convinced that Hector & Max had/have a thing. Nobody is denying that Clemmie is Endymion's daughter. But Endymion is also dead and unable to defend himself from the Ravinstill Lovechild allegations.

Not sure where Volumnia stands on the allegations. She does know of Clemmie's existence, Hector straight-up introduced her as "This is my semi-friend, Volumnia."

Volumnia doesn't get to be an aunt or anything. It's Dr. Gaul.

'Divorce' with the end of the war, especially with the announcement of the Hunger Games.

Hector (after a shouting match with Max that the entire estate heard) immediately moved out, took Clemmie with him.

Neither of them really interact post-'divorce'

Felix & Clemmie are friends, but there's a part of him always wondering if she's his cousin or something.

Hector doesn't mind their friendship.

Dovecotes & their heart issues

A little bit of a health scare for Hector with his heart when Clemensia is around 9-10. Winds up in the hospital.

The staff are a bit perplexed on who to call. Since Hector is her guardian and her parents are dead.

Nothing serious for Hector, but they want him to stay overnight. And Clemensia can't stay overnight.

They let her call someone to pick her up. She sort of panics and calls Max. (In hindsight, she could have called her mother's side of the family.)

Max could say no, but he doesn't. (In hindsight, he could have dropped her off with her mother's family, but he didn't.) He lets her stay over at the presidential estate. Clemmie's bedroom is exactly as she left it.

Hector waking up in the morning: you let who pick her up again??? what do you mean, you just let him take her? that's not even his kid!

[bisaster-energy]

you can tell me about your idea!!!

thank you so much 😭 it's kinda long sorry

SO i was listening to a song my sister like (Valerie, Amy Winehouse) and there's this line about ginger hair and it was just so specific ig it stuck with me? so im thinking man who do i know with red hair...DUH KUWABARA!!!

nearly every song i listen to gets assigned a character or ship or relationship of some sort idk why but yeah once i fixated on the hair i was able to expand on the rest of the song and a sort of idea settled in the back of my head about kuwameshi

we all know kuwabara is always the one getting left behind but what if while he's off doing his thing yusuke also feels that sense of loss? an absence even though it was his decision to up and leave. it makes no sense cos hey! you felt the need to go back to the demon realm bro but he cannot help how he feels left behind in some illogical sense. i made some notes 😤😤

centers round the time where yusuke goes back to makai after the whole sensui debacle and kuwabara is getting his education studying in prep for college (hell yeah boy !!) not sure if the timelines even match up like that but i literally dont care

i'm working under the canon divergence that keiko really did decide she's not gonna wait for urameshi like that but ofc she's still his bestie and he loves her sooooo much <3

so he's going back. he's a demon now so he feels drawn to the culture. it's a side of himself he's never known after feeling so othered ofc he's interested right?

i mean sure he grew up with other humans but almost everyone hated him/was scared of him ironically he was called a demon or monster or wtv

reactions like that are why he almost decided not to come back to life in the first place!! it wasn't a welcoming atmosphere and even his home didn't feel great cos his mom isn't exactly the mothering type

im all for deadbeat moms but the neglect will fuck a kid up. demon heritage or not

and he loves her and all but it's just all fucked up at home so he ended up wandering around a lot being mad about his shitty life and he likes fighting so that's what he did!

and obviously in makai this behavior isnt like. crazy or uncalled for

but yeah the only connections he's got to ningenkai is his mom, keiko (her parents by extension) and of course kuwabara; the only friends he managed to not scare off

anyway. you get it. so yusuke is back in makai and without his permission his mind keeps wandering to kuwabara who he hasn't seen in let's say. a year and some change? i'll decide later but A While

and like. last time he was in the demon world kuwa was WITH him yknow? like yeah the world was ending but it feels weird without him even if he is having a blast fighting with his new demon buddies and acquaintances

so he's a little distracted when he literally came here to fight he cant even focus on it

"how is college prep treating him? are the teachers there just as bad as middle school? did he make new human friends? a girlfriend?" basically he's spiraling over changes he might be missing out on this very moment

there's a bunch of talk in the song where the singer wonders if valerie dyed her hair if she's busy if she ever paid that fine if she sold her house if she got a man so that's where i got it lol

yusuke doesn't have to worry about kurama and hiei cos hey they're from here and have lived way longer and they actually do visit but who knows what typa shit could be happening to kuwa right now

ofc he can take care of himself he's really strong but yusuke can't help but remember that time he let kuwabara go when he shouldn't have and he almost died because he wasn't there and yeah. he's worried. sue him

so it's half worry half wistfulness and maybe some other secret third thing and when hiei and maybe kurama (depending on how the idea forms as i write) come to visit or maybe they're also participating wtv

he cant help but think well kuwabara could be here with us if he really WANTED to :/ he's got the jigen to down pat by now so...why hasn't he...

and those old but ever remaining insecurities resurface about how people don't wanna be around him they think he's a nuisance at best no good waste of time a trouble maker. keiko already dumped my sorry ass so who knows maybe kuwabara just...wisened up

hiei and kurama are like this bitch is back on his bullshit (affectionate)

they manage to weedle his worries out of him hiei ofc trying to act like he doesnt really care (he cares a lot) "you must not have much faith in kuwabara if you think he'd abandon you just from some time apart. and i thought HE was the oaf between the two of you"

kurama with his fox self is like "well yes hiei is right of course kazuma is too loyal to do something like that. but he is human...the only human of us now."

yusuke is like wth is that supposed to mean on the defensive even tho kurama is their friend and hasn't even said anything untrue and hiei narrows his eyes a bit maybe but is still acting like this doesn't really concern him

"i just mean that...from what i've learned about humans over the time i've spent with them...time feels different. we demons live such long lives that when faced with the human lifespan well...it can be laughable to some. that's why demons can be so callous about their lives."

yusuke just wants him to get to the point ofc "what i'm saying is we don't need a lot of contact with each other to keep relationships fresh and healthy but, kuwabara might be a little different. 3 years will do nothing to your bond but...i do worry about longer periods..."

and he seems to just trail off and it just gets quiet and a little sad and hiei isn't looking at them anymore

kurama starts again pretty cheerfully tho "well, don't worry! i'm planning on staying in the human world for quite some time once i'm done with this visit! i do have the company to take care of so i'll make sure to see kazuma all the time! i'll even send him a message from you if you want to say anything :)"

kurama has deliberately been using kuwa's first name knowing damn well urameshi doesn't even use it because this dude is not JUST a sweetie he's a fucking master manipulator. gaslight gatekeep bbg

yusuke is like okay yeah no new plan i'll just go see him now. no need for a middle man thanks anyway and then he's just gone. left the tournament early. like bruh that's what you came here for 😐

so yeah he's breaking into kuwa's house next thing you know and ofc he goes through the window not the door like a normal person and he just kinda stops short because he hasn't seen his friend in what feels like forever even though it's only been like a year or so but he just looks so different

and yeah a big part might be the hair he's never seen without that popadour, long soft copper coils, and he's somehow even bigger than when yusuke left him jesus when did he get so swole? when did he have time in between all those brainiac classes

yusuke knows he's bound to look a lil different too ofc i mean they weren't kids anymore really but like. when they hell did you go and grow up?

"next time i come back is this even gonna be your house anymore? will you still wanna hang out with dropout delinquent demon urameshi?" he gets so insecure in so little time

anyway kuwabara didn't sense him at first cos yusuke isn't a threat and he never really thought he'd be coming especially not yet but when he does notice

kuwabara just gets the biggest goofiest grin he's like urameshi you dog when the hell did you get back in town you're early!!

and yusuke is significantly eased by this reaction but now he feels stupid cos he up a left everything just to what? bother kuwabara while he studies to achieve his dreams? yusuke has got no human world aspirations like keiko had. like kurama has. like kuwabara.

and ofc kuwabara looks glad to see him but he wasn't desperate enough to just show up like yusuke had just done and he feels like a pathetic loser so he pouts

he's like yeah hey man just uh. checking in. and i should probably check out hah you seem busy with your books so im gonna scram and he tries to retreat through the window

and ofc kuwa is NOT letting him get away

and there's that desperation yusuke had selfishly wanted to see. kuwabara had just grabbed him without thinking even though he'd promised himself when urameshi left he wasn't gonna just sit around waiting for his life to start when he came back

he remembers when yusuke took him into that headlock and he wanted to succeed like he said he would that day

but still he's just thinking about urameshi all the time and it's awful. he always said he was gonna beat him some day but he just wanted to be near him. but all he sees is his back, even right now

part ii cos it's too many words!

[loosesodamarble]

Well what I see about you and your fanfic…Hm

First the roasting part and kink shaming? Part

- You have fantasies of twins give it to you same to my😏

-You may be poly?

-You love strong masculine woman

-you like pain

-you like femboy‘s or some wo are bi or gay how the men you like looking like raise the challenge and the thrill for you😏

Ok now the cute and nice part‘s about you

-you are all for Family

-you wanted many children

-you love crafting and making stuff

-you love talk about emotions and and how people really felling

-you would mürder for you friend‘s

-you like the natural look of a woman I love it too😊

-you are a animal lover

-you love meaning‘s of Name and all other stuff

-you like looking stuff up especially for stories

-you like too talk whit other like my a random dude and I love Talking to you too as a good friend😆

-you give you all in most of you doing even it’s make you felling bad plz say sometime no or don’t do It if you know it’s make you felling bad …..as long it’s not a real good reason take care of yourself plz…….

-you love your sister but you thinking sometimes how it would be a as a only child

-you would like to travel a lot and get to know history

This are the first things what came my in mind as I did write this in 10 min it’s all fun here but yes this is what I get out of your story‘s my dear Loo and Donne scared I love twins too😆👍

I see I have something in my inbox. 👀

I see it's from Marune! 😄

I start to read it...

I can't believe you came into my inbox to roast me??? WAAAAH! 😭

Of these more roasty assumptions, only the last two are really true.

Nacht and Morgen are a special case of twins for me. Otherwise, I don't really think of twins in a particular way. And I'm not poly whatsoever. I can't get myself one romantic partner, much less multiple ones. 😆 When it comes to strong, masculine women... I suppose I do admire them for being confident in their bodies and if they're muscular, their dedication to training is admirable too. But I wouldn't say I'm attracted to them in any capacity.

I cannot deny that I am drawn to rather heart-wrenching stories and have a love for characters who make me cry and rip my heart straight from my chest cavity. As for the feminine/androgynous looking guys... I dunno, some part of me wants a partner who is prettier than me, I guess? Like, I wanna be able to say I'm loved by someone "out of my league"?

Then I get to the latter part of the ask...

Yay~!

It's true that I love the concept of a family unit. And while I don't want a lot of kids, I have always considered being a mother in the future. And skipping ahead in the assumptions, I actually haven't ever considered what it'd be like to be an only child. Even when my sisters and I disagree, they've always been my family and nothing will change that so why consider otherwise (in my opinion)?

Arts and crafts have always fascinated me yet have always eluded me when it comes to actually practicing them. I remember taking a home economics class and for a sewing project, I accidentally forgot to close a seam and the teacher would've been able to fit her whole thumb through it. The most "making" I can do is making a meal; I can definitely cook competently at least! 😤

Talking about emotions... Even if I can't give advice or words of comfort, being a listening ear is something I try my best to be. And in writing, I do tend to dig my claws into a character's heart and emotionally analyze them.

Would I truly murder for my friends? 🤔 The opportunity to prove myself have yet to show itself. So we'll see how true that is with time./j

While I'm not against make-up, I guess I would say my preference is for a subtler make-up style. (Although, when eye make up is a more prominent, I think that's a cool look too.)

Yes! Even if I've never kept an animal before, I'm a definite animal lover!

Maybe it's because I'm a writer but I just love knowing the meaning behind words and names specifically!

And though my research isn't terribly thorough, I do enjoy the process of looking things up to flesh out the details of my writing. Like... okay call me stupid but I did have to look up the difference between a server and a busser for the sake of the Butler AU...

Ah, the talking with random people... It actually takes me some time to get comfortable enough to get more chatty with people. I think in recent times, I've gotten more wary about talking with new people (but I would still like to be able to reach out and make new friends here on tumblr).

Giving my all even if it makes me feel bad... Yeah. Yeah that's definitely true. Certain people can attest to how me doing my best at a job has made me suffer. And while I don't really bottle up my trouble, I guess I underplay it? But... You got that assumption right on the money.

Finally, for your last assumption, yes I would like to travel a bit more. And I guess learning some things about history can be fun, and sometimes it's just good to be informed on the past.

[sanjisblackasswife]

I just wanted to say I love your fics so much, and I know you write fics for a black fem reader in mind but me personally I still find myself able to relate to it. I think a lot of POC can relate to them even if they're not specifically black, I think you're really doing a service to the community tbh 😭😭💖💖💖

It just got me to thinking about your blog because I was reading a long fic on ao3 for another fandom, and this person was getting a looot of fanart, one of them where the reader was blonde (and no hate, it was a really gorgeous fanart). The author asked "I keep it ambiguous, but does everyone imagine the reader as blonde? Does she give off those vibes" and in my mind I'm like "NEVER ONCE IN MY LIFE 💀💀"

Ppl commenting "yes blonde" or "no i imagine brunette" and I'm like 🧍🏽‍♀️LMAO Nothing against the author at all, it's a really great fic and they were just doing a bit of a poll with their readers ofc

It just made me appreciate authors who do keep a POC reader in mind even if it's not explicit. I feel like even people who are trying to keep the reader vague sometimes let smth slip that makes you feel like they did have a white reader in mind, makes you go 🤔 I think its just smth people default to a lot of the time when imagining a reader insert... COULD NOT BE ME THO LMAOOO I think all the fanart I'd seen for that fic has the reader white, so only thing to do is to make fanart where the character has a POC darling 😤😤 LOL

Didn't mean to ramble on or everything, hope this isnt too long for your ask box, but yeah I just wanted to say I really love and appreciate your fics!!! <3💖💖💖💖 Always look forward to seeing more stuff from you!!

me when people that arent black/POC still enjoy my content:

my fics are self indulgent and i made then for me and for my lil safe space so for u to be able to appreciate it and enjoy is still amazing thank u :(((

there arent many popular poc/black writers/artists now of days so for people to automatically assume y/n as a white girl doesnt surprise me lmao

I LOVEEEE when i see fanart or fics and they make y/n black it makes the lil girl in me so happy n im so glad i’m finally able to be one of those people to do it let alone have people like it too😭

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

Jiraak OC relationship ask: 5, 31, 32, 38, 40, 61 and 100! (only if it’s no trouble! I’m incredibly nosy :3)

I LOVE NOSY!!! BE NOSY ALL YOU LIKE!!! Thank you so much for asking about my stupid blorbos!!! 💖🥺

💕ask game💕

5. What is something they like to do together?

Ah, many things! Firstly, I can see them enjoying learning from each other since they're both very inquisitive—Jia teaches Miraak alchemy, while he teaches her magic, mostly restoration and alteration. They like cooking together (Miraak's not there yet, but he tries okay; he loves eating though! 🥲), and they even like to stay close in comfortable silence; I promise, though, Jia loves it when listens to him humming Atmoran shanties and/or psalms from his Dragon Priest era! Having been out of Apocrypha, she knows he'd appreciate walks in the sun and picnics in the frosty woods by Heljarchen Hall, as well as gazing at the aurora and the stars at night, feeding the birds nestling in her roof tiles, tending the flowers in her garden, and generally, being reintroduced to the world with her helping him remember every single detail...🥰

31. How would they describe one another.

Due to the nature of their soul bond (which hasn't been clarified completely in my fic yet...👀) I can only imagine them describing one another the way Emily Bronte did it in Wuthering Heights, which is to say not so romantic, but with a tint of pain and inevitability instead:

“He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

32. Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?

I mean,,, they can read each other's minds if they try hard enough! There's a scene in my fic where Miraak just. skims through Jia's memories and almost uncovers her worst fear (wow, rude much, Miraak? 😤). Also, they tend to recognize each other's mannerisms. For example, Jia has very specific ways she moves when she's nervous, angry, excited, etc, and Miraak, being very observant, knows how to interpret them even if she can't speak her mind at a specific moment, and vice versa.

38. What would be their ideal evening in?

So, both in Heljarchen Hall and Breezehome, Jia has purposely left a piece of her wooden canopy a little open (just so, she can't stand the cold!), so the light of the night sky always slips right into her room. I imagine an ideal evening in would be her lying in bed with Miraak, both moonbathed, talking to each other, discussing everything, good and bad, tales and real segments of their lives, until the night eventually turns into day, and instead of starlight/moonglow, they are cloaked by the warmth of the sunlight and birbs' chirps...🥰

40. THE OLD WITCH SLEEP AND THE GOOD MAN GRACE BY THE AMAZING DEVIL.

Their shared trauma, their pain, their despair, their attempts to give strength to one another ["You're better than this" He says as a hand slaps my face and I stand And say, "No good man grace" I can't do this (you can)] AND ["Oh, sleep now," oh, she pleads "You're not a coward 'cause you cower You're brave because they broke you Yet broken still you breathe So breathe, breathe, just breathe"]

Not to mention the "'Cause you are in the earth of me", which for Plot Significance makes me jump around like a monkey. Ough. Just Ough...

61. How would they describe their S/O in one word?

Miraak for Jia: ember (a smouldering one...👀)

Jia for Miraak: angel (a bit fallen and corrupted but an angel nonetheless 😅)

100. Make a meme of this ship.

I am a bad Meme Maker myself, but I stumbled upon a Perfect Jiraak Meme on Pinterest, which is this right here and has a very "give me your hand" "I'll stain you" "I'll take it" vibe:

This also goes either way, for both.

[my-own-walker]

Under My Thumb - Chapter 1

summary: it all has to start somewhere. in this story, a radio station.

warnings: fully ignoring his dating history. aka they don't exist in MY fictional universe. 😤 oh yeah, i'm going there. besides shaky historical accuracy, no warnings...so far...

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Year: 2011

You and whoever you'll end up with share a place under the same sun. They're never that far away.

But I was beginning to come to the conclusion that I was going to marry my job. It just wasn't in the cards to try and find The One. And that was fine by me.

I was working in the sales department of a rock radio station in LA at the time. I was always busy putting out some sort of metaphorical fire in the back offices. Even at home, I was responding to emails or taking calls. Dealing with brand politics was soul-sucking, but I liked the music they played. So all in all it was fine. I was only 21, after all.

The station had a pretty popular morning talk show. Something 9 to 5ers could put on while sitting in standstill traffic on the 405 to make their lives feel less meaningless. I enjoyed listening to it when I first moved to LA, so when I saw the job posting, I said 'fuck it.'

The morning show always had cool guests on. I enjoyed peering over into the studio space to see which up-and-comer they had on that day.

I'm not exaggerating when I say they had everyone on the show. Comedians, actors, bands, some busker off the street. Whatever it took to fill air time, I guess.

I wasn't unhappy, just busy. Well, come to think of it, I actually think I was in denial about how unhappy I truly was.

It's a hard city to try to make friends in. As busy as I was, I still had too much free time on my hands. I'd go home to my empty apartment and watch Criminal Minds on DVD until my eyes bled.

My parents begged me to come home. I was their one and only and I flew the nest. I was starting to not hate the idea of going home, though. I was so fucking lonely.

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It was November.

It was the daily routine of dealing with unhappy sponsors and trying not to scream when I decided to walk over to the studio space. I needed any distraction to keep myself from killing the next person who called me to curse me out about how they hated the ad we produced for them.

I had been listening to the station from my desk and heard the hosts talking up their next guest. Some guy who was in a horror show, or something.

I have a mind for the disgusting, twisted, and insane. Watching horror movies is my coping mechanism. I can only truly relax when I was watching something that would make most people's skin crawl.

I was itching for some new content, though, and this American Horror Story show sounded just twisted enough for me. I figured, why not get a look at this guy?

The cold air of the studio's lounge hit me like a ton of bricks as I headed down the corridor. They kept it cold intentionally, that way the equipment wouldn't overheat. I personally couldn't stand it, though. the interns would bring blankets to wrap themselves in as they did their work. Not a bad idea by any means, but if I tried that I was sure I'd fall asleep or something. Instead, I simply dressed in layers. Even in the dead of summer, I'd wear sweaters to work.

All of that aside, I always loved the hustle and bustle of the area. There were producers and interns buzzing about, grabbing guests, creating scripts, and running to the printers. It was much more fun to regard than the surroundings at my desk. Bored sales reps and their coffee mugs. Spreadsheets and computer screens.

This was more my speed.

I would get away with taking up space in the area by claiming I was there to 'hear the ads,' in order to 'check the quality.' In reality, I couldn't give two shits.

I kept my head down as I walked to find a seat in an attempt to not get noticed for wasting space in the small area.

That was until I collided with someone's chest.

'Fuck. Shit. Fuck I- I'm sorry,'

'Damn, I'm so sorry. Fuck.'

Mine and the stranger's voices overlapped. Both of us feverishly apologizing

I looked up into a pair of the deepest brown eyes I'd ever seen.

'Shit sorry,' I stammered, 'I should pay more attention to where I'm walking in here.' My cheeks flushed red.

'No it's my bad, I wasn't paying attention either,' he laughed.

'I'm just gonna g- go over there or something,' I breathed, casting my eyes downward and pointing my thumb in the direction of...well, nothing. Just anywhere to get out of that situation.

Nice job, Y/N, I thought. Making yourself look like a fool in front of one of the most attractive people you've ever seen.

He was really good-looking. His mess of curly hair cascaded down and framed his face angelically as he looked at me. His smile made his eyes wrinkle in the corners, making clear to me that he must have smiled a lot. He was just tall enough that he had to look down to make eye contact with me. My stomach flipped inside out as I looked into his eyes. I only regarded him for a second, but it felt like eons. Time almost slowed to a stop.

Snapping out of it, I put proverbial blinders on and found myself the nearest couch to sit on and hang my head in shame.

The last time I felt that strongly about a person upon first sight was when I saw a girl with bright orange hair in a Starbucks when I first moved to LA. She had the coolest eye makeup on and her lips made me feel funny inside. I had never seen a person that cool before in my life. I felt like it was love at first sight. But then I never saw her again.

This, however, was way different. It felt like angels came down from heaven and sang to me when he looked into my eyes.

My world seemed to cave in even further when I saw him turn and be led into the morning show studio. He was the guest, and I just embarrassed myself, and the studio.

The interview went well. He talked a lot about how freaky the show is. I was actually kind of excited to watch it. He also spoke about his favorite music, something the show asked about a lot. It made my insides feel funny. He had the same taste in music as me.

He walked out and looked around until he met my eyes. Setting his sights on me, he made his way over to the couch I resigned myself to.

'Hey, sorry about earlier again,' Evan said. 'I'm a big old clutz.' He chuckled.

'No, I- I'm,' I started. I was promptly interrupted by his hand in my face, handing me a piece of paper.

'Call me sometime,' he whispered. And with that, he was gone.

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Teehee loads of exposition in this one but more to come. Drop suggestions in my inbox for where you'd like this fic to go! Let's get into it...

[ta-ni-ya]

I’m sorry that I constantly want to talk to you

I’m sorry that when you take to long to reply I get sad

I’m sorry that I might say things that pi$$ you off

I’m sorry that I might come off as annoying

I’m sorry if you don’t wanna talk to me as much as I wanna talk to you

I’m sorry if I think about you too much and too often.

I’m sorry if I tell you about pointless drama when you don’t really care

I’m sorry if I come off as clingy but it’s just that…

You’re one of the only people I can talk to about my interests, one of the only people that don’t call me weird for liking anime as you like it too, one of the only people who don’t look at my drawings and go ‘that’s bad, what the hell did you draw’ or ‘why the hell did you draw that’.

AHHEOOOEOWOQOQ I WILL FKING CRYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ok I will say it with the flow-

I don't mind nor do I stop anyone- literally anyone from talking to me! Ahhhhh you can talk to me anytime you want!

There are so many sorrys I can't- please never apologize for what you're feeling and I'm so glad that you opened up to me I did not know I was making you feel that way- as I said I was busy for a whole day that's why my replies were late I'm sorry babeee 😭🤧

You're definitely not pi$$ing me off bae- you're making me cry when I read this ahhhhrkjakqejebeb

You're not annoying 😭😭 I was honestly happy that you tagged me in your oc art challenge thing

Oh shut up I definitely want to talk to you wdym 🥰 feel free to message me whenever you want ;)

Girl- I love drama 👀 and let me tell you- I'm clingy af irl so what you're saying is really just something I love 😤

Yk I so glad you actually said this- I would've never known 😭 pleaseeeee feel free to randomly talk to me anytime! I will always try my best to reply asap and this goes to all my other moots too 🤧 and tbh- who ever thinks liking anime is weird- they're weird themselves and idc about them cuz it's ok to like something and if the other person doesn't agree they should just stay quiet if they dont got anything better to say. And like I said, every artist has its own way and being myself an artist I know how it goes from start lol- I was terrible at it but that doesn't mean I can criticize others without them asking for it- i can simply just give tips right? Honestly your art is amazing I dont ever wanna say bad about any art unless the artist asks for some mistakes in it- though I'm not professional or something too but atleast I can help with what I know right?

All I want to say is thank you! And please don't say sorry too much idk how to handle that 💀 I feel bad ok-

[seelestia]

YES YOU DID BAKE?? AND YOU BAKED WELL 😤😤 also yes!! navia reminds me a lot of a daffodil because of her sunny disposition and she's just so cute?? (i probably spend a couple hours poking around for a suitable color palette for my theme ajfjsj but for now im sticking with a cottagecore look)

same here! and speaking of puns, cyno is also very likely to enable the both of us given how goofy he is off-duty and the number of times i've made him absolutely crack after he admonishes me for distracting him ehehe. as for bedo, he finds them just as funny (and canonically does too EHE) and will often give this cute lil giggle sjdjksdhhs. lyney loves my puns as well and will openly laugh about it. tighnari will scold cyno for rubbing off on me oopsies. anyway, i have a sneaking suspicion ayato does enjoy your puns since they can be used as a good distraction if he's stressed eheh. kuni doesn't surprise me as much tsk-tsk (bonk him on the head for that /hj /aff)

bet heizou would take the chance to rizz you a little knowing his playful nature

anyway! i'm happy that i was able to help in some way eheh >:3 but yeah, assignments usually are the staple of college life but they aren't generally too bad? minus the 8-page research paper i have to write for my mass media survey class online and luckily i poked around for some sources beforehand i'm usually good about not procrastinating but sometimes i kind of just need to ease my head into the working mindset by texting on discord sjjfshhd but yea it can be painful 💀 (btw ur more than welcome to ask me more questions abt college if u want :>) and i wish u lots of luck too!

yk thats the thing with 'bedo, not a lot of people can catch his eye and i just so happen to get his attention. and according to him, he said that i "stood out in a way that added color to his world" EJFJRHJW. yk, i just let the charm come instinctively? i don't rlly have to do anything but i have been told by a lot of people that i'm cute/naturally pretty. but rlly i would just say be yourself c: as cheesy as it sounds but it works hehe. as for lyney, he does always makes some sort of magic trick out of it and frankly it always leaves me a puddle of melted goo on the floor because of how shy i am (tyty!! also yes im a sucker for softer-pitched voices)

hey i'm sure yato wouldn't mind spoonfeeding you when you're all groggy from a long night (dw im a night owl too i can relate) , but something tells me he won't let you hear the end of it if he does /aff. i'd scold wanderer for being mean to you /lh, but at least he's willing to cook for you! (malewife *coughs*) or yk give his ear a little tug when he tells you he'll demote you to the floor-

okok so by now i think you can tell that i'm an anthophile or yk, a person who adores flowers and hence why i live in a cottage doing forest witchy stuff over there with my greenhouse and garden ehsjdjs. but anyway, you kind of just gave me the impression of a camellia? (if you caught my little pun there) if that makes sense ehhe. also i thought of the kamisato clan crest as well bc thats a camellia too, tsubaki (椿) ehehe. anyway! i like that notion of wanderer picking flowers when he's out and about in sumeru, i think it shows that he does have a gentle side (not that he'd willingly admit it but it shows in his actions) and i think you should surprise him with a garden of your own! >:3

'bedo and lyney take turns making breakfast for me! they have the full intention of spoiling me even after i told them they didn't have to because i'm used to being on the giving end if that makes sense? but they're so sweet about it i can't say no >_<

NO CUZ THATS EXACTLY HOW IT IS WHENEVER MY BF AND I TAKE PICTURES TOGETHER,,like i really appreciate that he smiles genuinely at me only but i need to help him pose

if it helps, i'm only like a piece of furniture in family pictures because thats when i get all stiff and i hate it, and i mean i absolutely hate it, when someone moves my bangs out of my face because that's kind of like a introvert thing for me? kind of gives me a sense of security tbh

also im glad you loved the picrew!! you guys look all so cute together hehehe, i bet you had to get wanderer to smile a couple times bc of how grumpy he is /aff.

OOOO PRETTY !!! if not the bakery theme, i might've gone for a flower shop with sunflower & daffodils. navia just has sunny girl next door vibes! i feel like she can fit in a bakery or a flower shop or a fancy cinema LOL. her color palette just has sm potential, especially for vintage themes i think! speaking of: this is basic x100 question but what are ur fav colors? i thought it'd be cool to know regardless! i personally love muted colors especially if it's a shade of purple or blue :3

you're a good fit with cottagecore so i get why you're sticking with it (it's the fairy vibes) !!! - i think angelcore or even mermaid aesthetic would fit u well too! something fantastical oooOOoOo (jazz hands)

cyno being one of us 😔🤝 /lh LMAO i imagine tighnari is resisting the urge to twitch his eye for every punchline dropped. everyone else gets the deadpan look™ but vi just gets a flick to their forehead (and a soft one at that too #favoritism). UR RIGHT!!! sumeru gang x windblume event was so monumental bcs we got to know albedo is amused by jokes & puns LOL. lyney will be impressed and tease u like “oho, such wit! looks like you have what it takes to be a magician too?” he knows ur stage-shy, he's just teasing u bcs ur cute hdhhahs.

mhmmm he does <3 ayato just shakes his head fondly and asks if i've been spending too much time around “a certain oni” - he's joking but i think i sense incoming jealousy. /j it's fine, i am indeed used to being outbonked by wanderer and outrizzed by heizou. i am constantly being babied smh 😔 /hj BUTBUT circling back to the jealousy thingy, makes me wonder how does albedo & the others act when they're jealous? :o personally, for me and my sillies f/o's:-

ayato: if the other person isn't already intimidated by his status (“omg it's the yashiro commissioner! gotta bail asap...” <- an example LMAO), then he uses passive-aggressive speech with a formal tone and a sweet smile to spook them. afterward, 'yato pretends like nothing happened and keeps me within arm's reach until the end of the outing. (note: uses this as an excuse to have me wear the accessories he gifted me so it's clear i'm taken. OKAY SIR CALM DOWN I'M ALREADY URS /hj)

wanderer: struggles with it so bad. he's no longer as hot-headed as he used to be.... but the sight still makes him irritated. knows i can handle it but keeps his ears peeled (eavesdropping essentially) just in case. will step in if the other person crosses the line but other than that, merely gets grumpier afterward. how dare they interrupt his quality time—

heizou: turns up his 'friendly menace' vibes to the MAX!!! finds it amusing to see how i'm lowkey trying to tell the other person off politely but will invite himself into the convo for funsies. gets HANDSY like pulling me close and calling a pet name outright in front of the person. (“oh, hey, honey! there you are. i was looking for you everywhere.” “heizou—”)

OOOHH!!! i can see the “cute / naturally pretty” charm ur talking abt. even from across the screen, i think ur vibes embody that!! albedo has a discerning eye <3 my guy's master is literally related to khaenri'ah dwdw, i also think that “be yourself” is true in itself! that way, u can find reassurance in knowing that the people attracted to u are there bcs of ur real self and not a front u put on. (<- also sounds cheesy hdhhshdh) but for me, i was told that i have comforting or welcoming (??) vibes when i talk to people so i'm trying to gather pride from that ;(

MALEWIFE WANDERER YESYES!!! he'd be so good at house chores it's funny. if u scold him, he'd squint at u like ur a bunny (which u are! /aff) punching harmlessly at his foot but he'd turn to me and say: “hmph, you've got friends worth-noting at the very least.” THEN proceeds to drop u off (gently bcs he's a gentle person at heart uwauwua !!!) in albedo's hands and go toodles LOL. p/s: i like how a bunny fits u! heehee <3 and i've gotten 'puppy' before but i'm still unsure which animal would suit me in general T_T . should i retake my harry potter patronus quiz from years ago /j

CAMELLIA AHA I SEE U!! the camellia being a canon part of the clan crest's design makes me so <33 till this day. it's even in ayato's namecard uwaaaaa. ANYWAY i'd like to think that wanderer could be a florist in a modern au - “the sassy & grumpy shortie is the owner of a cozy flower shop?!” kinda thing PFFT. i think modern au's are pretty cute! it's fun to imagine and play around with realistic elements <3

AWWW THAT'S CUTE!!! i can also relate with being on / or wanting to be on the giving side 😔😔 my giving love languages happen to be acts of service & physical touch hdhwhsh. OH OH actually, this could be another fun question hehe (i hope u don't mind them): what are the giving & receiving love languages for u and ur f/o's + do the dynamics shift according to the f/o? wait, does the last part make sense?? ( ;´ - `;) help /j

[hyba]

Troubleshooting: Marie/Elise and Mystery Writing

In an attempt to help me figure out if my current M/E plot is satisfactory (God I hope so), I've decided to analyze it against this checklist from Novel Suspects:

Okay, so I know that I shouldn't be so focused on playing by the rules because realistically, in writing fiction, there are very few rigid rules. But this is mostly to troubleshoot for Marie/Elise. I'm hoping that by doing a few of these "analyses", I can maybe finally see what it is that's still bugging me about my revised plot.

So, how does M/E stack up?

1. Know your murderer before you start writing.

😬 Did not do that right off the bat. I kept changing my mind about 6 different times throughout over 12 different drafts so...

But I know who they are now. For this draft. That counts, right? 😁

2. Don't know your murderer before you start.

Sounds more my speed. Essentially the same thing I did totally consciously: set everyone up as plausible suspects... but I had a hard time choosing who it would be when it came time.

But again, I know who it is now, so we're cool. 😎

3. Your hero should have some flaws.

So there's 2 "heroes" to this story: Adrian and Marie. Adrian has a whole basketful of flaws, so we're okay there. 😂 Marie is deceptively perfect - as in, she can be good at something to a fault. Kind to a fault. Generous to a fault. Noble to a fault. I figure that's a pretty big flaw.

4. Your hero should be infallible.

Yikes. Okay, so that's not how it works in M/E. Mostly because for this point it seems the author is talking about detectives and sleuths that are always right (Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, etc.). The only thing is the MCs aren't really sleuths. They're just people. One of them is the prime suspect and just wants to clear his name. They're messy and perhaps just a bit too trusting and a little too personally involved... I wouldn't say they're infallible. But also - not the way these characters are supposed to work.

I'll give myself a pass here 🤭

5. Mysteries have a formula; follow it.

Okay! Good news! I'm already following a murder mystery formula. I analyzed my earlier draft of M/E according to it and have tweaked it to better fit the formula. I do take some creative liberties in the sense that certain things may happen simultaneously or later than they would in the formula (the one I have is a chapter by chapter thing).

Okay, so maybe that means I didn't stick to it all the way, but I give myself some flexibility because it's not the usual detective mystery 😅

6. Break all the rules.

👀 You don't have to tell me twice! In addition to... well, all the exceptions I made to the previous rules, I'm hoping the elements I've decided to include in this story help portray some of the themes I really want to include. Like how the internet and technology today affects criminal investigations, to say nothing of media and gossip.

This is gonna affect the formatting of the story and create new situations for characters that wouldn't have otherwise happened. When a crime happens in a tight knit community, it can't be investigated in complete isolation.

🤔🤔🤔

I guess M/E passes this test? Nevertheless, something is off about this story and I need to put my finger on it! It's just a teeny bit frustrating to feel like this with each iteration of the story. I must put an end to it 😤

[muddyorbsblr]

Wow goddamn I didn't think I would shift so easily to despising Thor but after he admitted to what eventually amounted into centuries worth of baggage, with all those jibes at him because he seduced his brother's girlfriends I wanted to shave Asgardian Barbie's hair while he slept 😤😤

“You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?”

I can see the cracks in her shell on this line!! Now if only Loki doesn't do anything that would piss her off maybe that shell could crack all the way open and they could maybe finally be a touch adorable instead of publicly looking like they wanna either slit each other's throats or go at it on the ground with all the Avengers and the lil kiddos just standing there nearby…watching and/or traumatized. 🫣

You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away.

FRIAR STEVE is a whole new menace to society I almost feel bad that I'm considering bringing back Couchie they cannot exist so close together I swear 🤣🤣 Too many kiddos bursting into tears if they do

“Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

Ooooo Loki what did you do with Clint? You know that if you piss off Romanoff too much she's not even gonna bother with trying to hit you, she'll just go for your girl 🫣🙃 (all seriousness though I hope Clint's alright and just chilling in his apartment in the compound or something)

Part of me was rooting for Loki to give Agent a lil kith for everyone to see when he pulled her onto the stallion, ngl 🫠 Like part of me just wanted to see how Agent would react to it. Would she lean in to it (though probably not because our girl's still heavily in denial 🫡) or if she'd make a big show of pushing him away because she wants so badly to prove him and his brother wrong. It would've been real cute tho ngl 🥹🥹

And fucking Christ on a crutch that costume change paired with his talks about bowing to him would've had me shamelessly on my fucken knees, I'm not even gonna bother pretending otherwise. And the way that he was finishing her thoughts like I can see the smugness in it when he does it, but there's almost this touch of…tenderness, almost? Like yes he wants to goad her into actually admitting it and he thinks that being a cocky (pun intended) lil shit is gonna do it, but there's a happiness in him over the fact that he can even tune in to her mind to behind with, and despite the way he's handled some situations (cough Crossed Swords cough) it's just really pure to see him even being a touch happy over what's happening 🥺💖

But like now that we know that she's in love with him (altho let's be real in part we've always known since the first duology lol), his confessions next, right? Right?? 👀🫠 Like I can picture him saying it out of pure exasperation while they're in the middle of an argument, which would be so on brand for them. Or God help us all, Thor would be the one to break the news 🤣🤣

As always, another thirst piece with a touch of feels immaculately done. I'm so glad I'm ending my day with this maybe my brain would give me some quality Ren Faire shenanigan type dreams 😏😏

I can't wait to see what Quivering has in store for these two! (and it took me a while but now I'm getting the pun behind the name because of the whole archery angle 😂).

Bow to Me [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (15) Reveals and eroticism are rife at Stark's Renaissance Faire. (w/c 4.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language.

The veil fastened to your forehead by a simple gold band billowed around your shoulders. Heavy skirts fluttered around your ankles, an approaching banner of war. Thor’s eyes grew wide with alarm, seeing your determined stride through a maze of colourful bunting. There would be no escape this time. He threw a fresh candy apple to the side mid-bite, taking off with a comical run to the nearest high topped tent. It was thirty minutes into Stark’s annual family fun-day. The theme this year? Renaissance Faire. And you were already prepared to go medieval on pretty much everybody in attendance.

Several wide-eyed children looked up at you in awe as you strode between them, the heavy folds of your skirts swishing purposefully on your way to confront the cowardly god. “Fhor is afwaid of her.” one of the children lisped, to a chorus of hushed woww’s that followed you like a breeze. You smirked, lifting the luxurious panel of the costume tent to reveal a cowering Thor trying frantically to conceal himself with ye olde dust sheet. “Desist, woman!” he whined dramatically, stretching out a hand with the sheet hanging limply, the other shielding his eyes. “Do not tempt me with your corseted bosom and coquettish wiles, I beg of you. You know not what you do!" You folded your arms, trying not to laugh. “I’m not trying to make you break the Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense, idiot - your dick is safe as far as I’m concerned.” you said, watching Thor’s eye squint between parted fingers. “You know of this?” he mumbled warily. “Oh, I know of this.” you smirked. His arms fell to his sides, a look of bamboozled relief on his face. “Thank the gods.” he murmured. “I thought for sure when I saw your fiery demeanour out yonder that you had finally come to your senses and decided you must have me.” he looked at you with sudden panic. “Not that I would-I wouldn’t...oh, do not tell my broth-” You raised a hand, his words fumbling to a merciful stop. “I need to ask you something.” you said slowly, hoping he could sense the need for some semblance of sincerity. Thor's brow furrowed. “Loki said I needed to speak to you, it’s weird – so, well he can see...he says- um, flashes of things in my head and I wondered…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly foolish under Thor’s blank stare. “Go on.” he gestured expectantly, arms folded. His brows were raised, as if you had said nothing of any note at all. It was your turn to frown. “Well, what the fuck is up with that? It’s rude.” you snapped. Thor chuckled. “You are in love with him. Obviously.” he scoffed, turning over his shoulder to glance at himself in the mirror. He smoothed a rogue blonde strand, pouting. “Why do people keep saying that?” you huffed, brushing the front of your dress as heat rose in your cheeks. “Everyone knows I can’t stand him so I don’t know why you’re both obsessed with-”

“Mother used to do it to me all the time…” he continued, ignoring you as he re-adjusted the short velvet cape clasped to his shoulders. He had dressed as a king for today’s festivities. Because of course he had.

“I understand your misgivings. It is rather inconvenient. For instance, if you wish to conceal that it was you who mistakenly defecated in the pantry and your mother asks you who defecated in the pantry and you are trying to think of anything but defac-” “-OK, Thor.” you cut him off with a snap, heart thundering. “...But in my defence” he continued unwaveringly, straightening his garish plastic crown. “I was a mere five hundred at the time. Just discovered ale, you see.” he said, turning with an innocent grin which faltered when he saw your steely stare. You frowned as Thor cleared his throat. “Even you mortals have an innate barrier to the invasive sight of others, something you enact as easily as breathing.” he said, traces of mirth ebbing. “When a person feels love, that barrier falters – and recipients of that love who are gifted with magic can, you know...” “See into their thoughts?” you finished. Thor shook his head. “Read their emotions, things that make them feel. Like empathy, as overrated as is it. Or guilt – such as the guilt one may feel over allegedly defecating in a pantry.” You rolled your eyes. “Well it’s bullshit. I can’t love him – he’s awful.” Thor nodded sagely, straightening his velvet tunic. “My brother likely shares your disquiet, in all honesty.” he muttered, adjusting his crown. “In truth, I thought he would be more unbearable when this eventually happened, but he has maintained a surprising amount of decorum. You should thank him.” “Thank him?!" you snorted incredulously. "I don’t think so.” Thor preened, as moments passed in silence. “Wait…” you said slowly. “He’s never been able to do this before?” Thor shrugged, swishing his cape theatrically across his chest. He looked at you blankly as your eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?” you whispered, hearing Thor chuckle. “You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love.” he said, raising a bushy eyebrow. “In answer to your question...those who may have developed those feelings for him became...distracted.” Thor shuffled on his feet, gaze drawn back to himself in the mirror. “Distracted?” you murmured curiously. “Yes.” he replied. “By me. An unfortunate consequence of being the unquestionable biological jewel of the family, one cannot blame them really.” You suddenly remembered the conversation which sparked their sword-fight in the training hall last month. ‘Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?’ Loki had spat with fire. You remembered the casual indifference painted on Thor’s brow, radiating a confidence that was severely lacking in his present state. ‘I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.’ the blonde in front of you had said. “You fucked his girlfriends? Thor, that’s sick.” you hissed, shaking your head. Thor chuckled again. “They came to me, my Lady. In their glances across the dining hall with red jewels in their hair. Flashing garters a deep shade of maroon that would make Borr himself weak. The Ordinance of the Colours is no trifle. You know yourself the power of my seductive prowess. How could they resist?”

You grimaced. “Well, I did.” you sniped, folding your arms. “Yes…” Thor conceded thoughtfully, before flicking his hair back. “But you are also in love with my brother so your unnatural tastes cannot be accounted for.”

Your mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the rage in Loki’s hands and teeth as he tore the red dress from your body the night of the shareholders party. The venom in his eyes as he watched it explode in the air in a burst of green light. The way his stare hardened at the sight of your cleavage cupped in crimson lingerie, the ancient sword conjured as deathly sharp as his cheekbones to set his brother away from you. It wasn’t Asgardian bullshit. It was more than that. And for the first time, you felt something stronger than anger. Guilt. You swallowed, chin raised defiantly as Thor’s smug gaze trawled your features. It wasn’t often he found himself on the stronger side of a debate. You ran a finger nonchalantly along a rail of cloaks hanging to your side, before inspecting the tip for non-existent dust. “Not that he does but I mean theoretically if he loved me, just you know...out of interest...I should be able to hear his thoughts, right?” “No.” Thor scoffed disbelievingly. “That is a ridiculous notion. You are not gifted.” “Right.” you said, lips hardening in a tight line. Thor sighed theatrically. “If it alleviates your malaise, I have never seen him show so much hostility towards someone he has not slaughtered moments later.” “Why would that alleviate my malaise?” you sneered, feeling your stomach flutter. “And I don’t have ‘malaise’ for god’s sake” you spat, unconvincingly, fidgeting with the loose belt at your waist. “Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking.” Thor looked up coyly beneath pale lashes, a smug glint in his eye that he had doubtless learned from his infuriating brother. “My lady, if my observation does not betray his heart, then truly I do not know what does.” You stared at him mutely. He sighed again. “It is nuanced, I grant you. My brother is a frustrating creature. Believe me, I empathise.” He turned back to the mirror, admiring himself. “Rogers gave me a book this yuletide, regarding your 'Love Languages' by some alleged scholar or other. Well, my brother’s love language is... hostility.” he announced, pleased with his assessment. You rolled your eyes, fully aware the butterflies in your stomach had become a flock of sparrows. “Did you read the book?” you said flatly, hoping Thor didn’t catch the twitch of your jaw as you tried to contain the twist of nerves in your chest. “Well, no.” he said incredulously, face softening before he gave a knowing wink. “But that does not mean I am wrong.” You heard the quick succession of approaching footsteps outside the tent. “Thor! Come!” a familiar voice roared, thick and rich. “Preparations for the joust are a disaster. They intend to use horses, of all things – allegedly there are no flighting moose...on Midga-” Loki bristled, one arm frozen in drawing back the tent’s curtain.

Thor straightened the lapel of his obscenely luxurious padded tunic, tilting his toy crown askew. “What think you of my regalia, brother?” he drawled regally, spreading his hands wide to the sides. “I think there cannot be two kings.” Loki snarled bitterly, resting a hand on the hilt of a sword slung by his hip. A dull one, you hoped.

He too was dressed in costumed finery; a lapel of ermine cupping his chin above a perfectly fitted tunic of such rich green it was almost black. An ornate golden chain hung in a semi-circle around his shoulders, making a crescent on his broad chest. You ran your eyes down his long body, a pair of pale hose snug to his endlessly muscled legs. He was positively poured into them, the opaque fabric smoothing the raw animalistic power hidden beneath their cover. They ran down to a ridiculous pair of heeled, buckled shoes. Green, naturally. Loki shifted his stance, feet pointed to the exit. You watched the bulge of his thighs ripple, femurs outlined exquisite against the sinful tights which clung to carved limbs like a second skin. Your eyes lingered on his bulge, the lower curve just visible beneath the hem of the tunic. Saliva evaporated on your tongue. You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit. The god’s hair fell in luscious waves, set against the white fur tucked beneath his jaw like black paint on snow. He was beautiful. And he too, was wearing a crown. Because of course he was. “You are correct brother, there cannot be two kings at this revelry – but by a happy accident I only see one present.” Thor winked at you again. Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?” Thor paled. “No, he’s fine.” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat beneath Loki’s glare. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since your last tense encounter in the Snack Shack six days ago, every raise of your hand during meetings causing a mighty roll of his eyes akin to the old days. The weight of your interrupted conversation hung heavily in the air. Wafting like cigar smoke. Stifling.

Suddenly Thor barged towards his brother and turned sideways to exit the tent, the width of his ridiculous puffed sleeves causing him to shuffle awkwardly past his stoic sibling. Loki shot you a cold glare, nodding expectantly towards the exit for you to follow him. You sauntered casually towards the gap, taking no mind of the smouldering gaze rolling appraisingly over your medieval dress like treacle. Loki held the curtain of the tent high, his arm stoically positioned above your head as you finally felt the waft of a fresh breeze on your heated cheeks. “Agent.” he murmured in unnecessary greeting as you passed, making you pause. The scent of him invaded alongside the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Wood smoked leather and dusky sandalwood. Pine. It clung to his onyx curls; hanging like a un-repentant traitor on every stitch of gold thread wound into the tight tunic snug against his torso. You could feel his eyeline trail down the valley of your cleavage as easily as if it was his tongue. “You’ve been ignoring me.” you said quietly, eyes fixed on Thor standing ahead; hoisting up his hoes with an exaggerated squat. People were staring. “Have I, Agent?” Loki purred, craning down from his position. His lips grazed the tip of your cheekbone as he spoke. Was he smelling your hair? “I didn’t think you would notice. Considering how little you think of our interactions.” he murmured. You could hear a snarl behind his teeth, barely masked venom blossoming on the cusp of each word like brewing tea.

You tilted your chin, the space between two pairs of parted lips excruciatingly small. Raising your eyes to meet his, you found no warmth there. No playfulness. Not today. And to be honest, after what Thor had told you, you didn’t blame him. Loki’s eyes narrowed, readjusting his grip on the fabric panel held aside above your head. “If you have nothing further to say, Agent…” he sneered sarcastically against your ear. His body curved away from you, ensuring that not a single part of his achingly erotic form touched yours. Loki’s haughty condescension sliced through the melting desire in your core, a weirdly comforting irritation usurping it. The thick golden chain hanging against his collarbone glinted in the afternoon sun, vying for your attention. Self-centred, presumptive arsehole, you flamed, feeling renewed warmth seep across your skin. Does he expect me to tell him I fucking ‘love’ him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away? Your gaze locked onto the sight of Thor’s face twisted in confusion as he tried to arrange himself covertly beneath the hose. Loki’s conceited confidence made you boil, a confusion of emotions competing in your addled brain making you feel nauseous. “You’re wrong.” you managed to say, voice strained. Loki chuckled mirthlessly beside you. “We’ll see.” he replied ominously, as you began to walk forward. You didn’t know why you had stopped in the first place. The chiffon headdress fluttered around your chin. Now that the adrenaline of searching for Thor had dissipated, you could finally take in the surroundings of Stark’s much anticipated event. A calculated distraction, you would admit. Swathes of bygone-era dressed guests moved in groups from stall to stall. The faint pluck of a lute troupe audible over the buzz of the crowd, humming like birds in the rustling waves of trees surrounding the clearing. Stationary wagons holding every manner of historical food and beverage you could think of were dotted about. Tony had really spunked the budget this year. Silently, you walked sandwiched between two simmering gods towards the only group of familiar faces; hovering by the food carts.

“What were the three of you doing in the costume tent?” Wanda said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. You shook your head subtly. Loki frowned. “I think the better query is why Lang is sporting that counterfeit phallus.” he drawled, drawing his eyes judgementally over the protrusion from Scott’s hose-clad hips. The subject of his jibe’s eyes widened, a gargantuan roasted turkey leg covering the lower half of his face. “Wha-?” he mouthed, meat flicking into the air and hitting Nat on the forehead. Scott swallowed with difficulty, gesturing at his crotch with a free hand. “Hello?! It’s a Ren faire! Cod-pieces galore am I right? Everyone’s got em. You’ve got one for god’s sa-” He stopped mid-sentence, gaze lingering once more on the draw of Loki’s hypnotic groin outlined perfectly beneath the tights. You traced the curves of your sometime-lover’s bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years. Loki shifted his stance, folding his arms as he widened his hips. “We both know that I do not require such auspicious modifications, Lang.” he said slowly, a smile tugging his lips as Scott’s cheeks flushed.

“Please tell me we’re not talking about Laufeyson’s ding-dong again…” Steve whined over your shoulder, making you jump. He sashed into the centre of the circle, hands folded together beneath the long brown draping of his sleeves. A wooden cross hung around his neck, a thick rope of cream tied to his waist. Gone was the shock of radiant blonde hair, and in its place a questionable skullcap complete with dark bowel-cut. Friar Rogers. You lowered your eyes to the ground, feeling your chest begin to contract with laughter. For a moment, you saw Loki’s feet shuffle closer; just a little. Steve’s blue eyes widened pleadingly, every inch a man of the cloth. “Can we please try to keep lewdness to a minim-” “-I think what Tuck Shop is trying to say is that there are children, children.” Tony chided with amusement, as he sauntered out of nowhere to take his place beside the good Friar. Deep lines on his forehead danced with barely contained mirth. Or maybe he’d just been at the mead. A resplendent crown sat jauntily on his head, a tunic of red tinselled satin and silver thread replacing his trademark t-shirt and jeans. In one hand, he held a ridiculously large steak on a stick. In the other, a tankard. He took a sip, as Steve glanced around, flinching as a juggler appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the crowd. Tony burped, before posturing thoughtfully. “Although, I think collectively we can agree we’re all obsessed with Laufeyson’s ‘ding-dong’.” he quipped, raising an eyebrow around the circle. “I mean...it’s worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing.” Steve flushed an alarming shade of crimson, cut off comically at the base of his skullcap. Loki sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Stark, you declared that I was to be the King in today’s farcical proceedings.” he said petulantly, with no attempt to hide his irritation. “Did I?” Tony gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. Thor snorted. “I think not, brother.” he scoffed. “The crown should fall in direct lineage to those who are worthy. I would be willing to concede my post as King of this fete if you would but grant me your renewed Oath of Most Assured Recompense in return?” he goaded, making Loki’s jaw clench. You heard him inhale sharply- “-No more Oaths!” you snapped, making both brothers jump. “This is ridiculous. You can both be kings, no one cares.” There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group. Tony raised his hand incredulously while Loki and Thor let out a simultaneous derisive snort. “Both?!” the blonde boomed, shaking his head. “My, my it truly would never have worked between us.” he said wistfully. Loki rolled his eyes as Rogers backed slowly out the circle, seeming to glide glacially with tiny steps beneath the sway of his shit-coloured robes. “Well then one of you change.” Nat growled, as you started to feel the antsy crawl of awkward tension tingle up your arms again. Thor laughed. “There is not one garment in the tent from whence we came that would fit over one of my mighty calves, Romanoff. Tis’ my brother who shall have to concede.” “Did they really think I’d give anyone else the King job at my own damn party?” you heard Tony scoff loudly to no-one. “Asgardians, I’m tellin ya…” You saw the muscle in Loki’s cheek bob as he ground his teeth. Tony bit into the speared steak in his hand, enjoying it all immensely. The dark god’s eyes flashed, a glimmer of something sparking heat between your legs.

“Fine.” Loki snapped, “As it happens I came prepared for such traitorous shenanigans. A lifetime of dealing with you, brother, has taught me to always save my best for when you show your hand.” he smirked, eyes flickering between you and a sceptical Thor. “Besides…” he purred slowly, stalking his gaze in your direction. “I have found that people are quite willing to bow to me... even without a crown.”

He grasped one of the golden tips with his thumb and forefinger, thrusting the ornament to the ground at Thor’s feet with a flick of his wrist. You saw a green glow lap at Loki’s feet, moving slowly upwards. He could do this in a millisecond if he wanted, but he was putting on a show. His twee buckled shoes melted to thick black leather, rolling up his calves like armour. Edges appeared below the knees, shifting inward to coat his carved thighs in matching trousers which, somehow, gave the illusion of being even snugger than the cream tights. You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away as a wave of wild fur blossomed around his torso; bear or fox or- “-Wolf.” Loki purred rakishly in your direction, his tongue taking its time over the syllable like a seductive bark. “Urgh, I love it when he does that.” Wanda cooed huskily, giving her face a dramatic fan. You rolled your eyes, shuffling with your arms folded. Suddenly your corset felt tight. Very tight. In the seconds your gaze had been averted, a thick leather belt had appeared around Loki’s midriff, cinching the fur. Heavy pendants hung from his neck, glinting in the afternoon sun against bare skin. The wolf fur ran in a deep V to his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I’m fucked.

“This will suit my new posting for the festivities all the better, anyway.” Loki sneered towards his brother as Tony took another gulp of mead. He flicked his hair over his shoulders, the haughty slice of his jaw making you flinch as it pointed to you. “I find that women prefer characters’ with a little more...depth. Isn’t that right, Agent?” Wanda elbowed you in the ribs playfully as Thor squinted; bamboozled. “What does that mean?” he scoffed. “I thought you on greeting duty, of all things…over yonder.” He tilted his head towards the line of families queued at the entrance, excited children jumping up and down. You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away. Loki smirked. “I have been re-assigned.” he said, glinting eyes making a flutter shuffle in your belly. His thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt, tugging downward. What you wouldn’t give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire’s boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing. Loki’s lashes fluttered upwards, his lip curling before those ethereal features hardened again. He had been colder than usual this past week, and you had a feeling that today would be no different, given the circumstances.

“Yah – he’s on the archery range now.” Tony interjected casually, breaking the stare you didn’t know you were burning into the profile of Loki’s jawline.

Nat shook her head. “What the fuck? Where’s Clint?” she said, glancing around the bustling thoroughfare. Tony shrugged, talking through a mouthful of ye olde steak. “Said he didn’t feel like it today, his voice sounded a little hoarse on the phone.” Nat’s brow arched, swinging her eyes suspiciously towards Loki. The god rocked on his heels, a tiny shrug making his shoulders bounce as he tried to contain the smile pressing at his dimples. “I didn’t know you could shoot.” you scoffed, fidgeting with the veil hanging by your collarbone. “You never asked, Agent.” he drawled innocently, running a hand through his perfectly waved hair. “But truly...are you surprised?” Nat suddenly yanked you to the side of the group. She cast a quick glance back to the circle closing in on Loki, admiring his new outfit. Scott was rubbing a palm repeatedly down his pelted chest while the god smirked, pleased with himself. “He’s done something with Clint.” she hissed over your shoulder. You frowned, leaning back incredulously to see the concern etched plainly on her face. “He wouldn’t…” you whispered, glancing at a resplendent, wolf fur clad Loki stretching his ridiculously long arms to Scott's unbridled awe. “Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to read her face. “Nat I…” you started, fully intending to stand your ground. Suddenly there was a low whistle. Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs. There were screams from the crowd before it parted, a panicked flurry of feathered hats and veils and skirts flying in all directions as citizens fell over themselves. A beautiful black steed cantered through the fray, completely un-phased. It was absolutely huge, the massive muscles of it's broad chest flexing with each long step. It’s smooth coat gleamed, rich tones of deepest blue flashing amongst the inky hairs as it trotted over and stopped with its nose pressed against Loki’s palm. “Shall we, Agent?” Loki purred knowingly snapping his fingers and making a vibrant caparison unfurl on the waiting stallion. The luxurious material fell in folds, dark emerald and vibrant gold with Loki's insignia woven through the fabric. A saddle and reins manifested snug to the huge horse, who whinnied in approval. Words failed you, seeing an ornate curved bow appear in Loki's grip through a wash of flickering magic. He slung it casually over his shoulder, palm stretched toward you expectantly. You vaguely heard Scott’s murmurs of besotted admiration as a sharp nudge from Natasha in the kidneys made you stumble forwards, automatically grasping towards his hand. Before you could protest, the air was knocked out of you as Loki’s fingers gripped around your waist, throwing you up. Your ass landed sideways on the saddle with a soft thump. You scrambled to grip the reigns, steadying yourself. With a graceful bound, Loki swung himself up behind, winding arms encasing you before his nimble fingers caressed the leather reigns from your grasp.

The disbelieving stares of the gathered Avengers crawled in your periphery as his forearms tightened around your ribs. Loki's elaborately constructed garment did nothing to disguise the hardness of the muscle beneath, thick ropes of pure power shifting as he settled. You could feel the slide of traitorous arousal leaking between your thighs, desperately wet and needy for the infuriatingly smug god steadying you against his spread leathered femurs. “You can be my first student, won’t that be fun?” he smouldered darkly, the whisper of his sweet breath skating over the delicate skin beneath your ear. He chuckled softly against your cheek. "Someone has to break me in before I am unleashed on the unsuspecting public, surely." You sighed, a quiver of anticipation betraying the roar of desire between your legs as you pressed them together, hanging off the side of his steed. The horse stamped once. Impatient, like his master. “And Agent…?” Loki murmured through a smirk, the deep baritones making you squeeze your shoulder-blades together against the expanse of rippling masculinity beneath the wolf-pelt. “I have quite the lesson in mind.”

To be continued in Bow to Me: Quivering (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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Omg yes ofc I'm reading remarried empress and I HATE her previous husband, but glad he did what he had to Bcz then navier wouldn't HV met our Heinrey!! AND WHY DOES THE EX HUSBAND LOWKEY LOOK LIKE SEONGHWA ?!?! 😭 OR AM I GOING INSANE?

Ngl i always love these types of tropes and i rmr writing one where we have two couples but instead they fall for each other's significant other. Idk it was funny and also a lot drama was instilled too.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HEINREY WHAT AN ABSOLUTE GENTLEMEN! A MASTERPIECE! HIS PARENTS DEF MADE HIM OUT OF LOVE (if thts not the case then this remark didn't age well) AND HE IS A BIRD?!?!?! 😭 and navier named him queen 😭😭 Duke Kauffman looks like mingi 😭 (imma say it, HEINREY reminds me of blonde San or Yeosang, fr) ok I've been thinking....does Heinrey have a degradation kink....

imma make a list of how I think the characters in this manga remind me of Ateez

Soveiushu reminds me of hwa

Heinrey reminds me of San

Heinrey's blue haired company (idk his name yet) reminds me of Hongjoong

And Duke Kauffman reminds me of mingi

And Laura is the 2D representation of me.

DUKE ERGI IS WOOYOUNG YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND?!?!?

and I was also going thru the comments of president's Escape and people find them TOXIC?!?! ....if they're considered toxic I wonder what they consider non toxic...

Anyways NO YES THT IS THE EXACT REPRESENTATION OF ME AND MY DAD 😭 so I am the youngest and I hv an older sister and an older brother, my sister is the the eldest, so my dad obviously gives his daughters much love, not that he leaves my brother behind but we're kinda his favourite 🤧 and my mom is completely biased towards my brother. But when we unite, we make fun of each other so much-

Like yesternight, my mom wasn't home, she had a few things to take care of so all of us had a blast, well just me and my brother my sister was busy studying, and gorl was it fun, we watched Lockwood and co, and some Silly other series just to laugh over while munching on snacks, we literally slept at three 😭

A CEO fic, titled as Chanel no 5

.......and you've been hiding this gem 😧

Istg when thts released ill ascend ASCEND TO HEAVEN! SO YOU BETTER BAEKS! I mean Seonghwa's whole aesthetic was made for CEO tropes like-

Ayeee ik kai ain't leaving and I'm all here for it! But it makes me wonder if kai is like the whole cupid in the series....dude is kai the creator of the universe? 😦 like I can't keep up with these lores and I bet I'm spouting nonsense rn, but like what if he created the whole universe and he is the god 😭 I'm def spitting nonsense I should shut up

Yes the only rent I'll ever be ahead on is for baekhvunsland 🙌 omg we should like make a flag and also make a chant for our cute little queendom 😭

I'm glad ur Better yes i will take care of it like I hv a child I promise 😭 OMG I HAVEN'T REACHED TILL THOSE CHAPTERS WAIT IM GONNA SPEEDREAD TONIGHT 🔥🔥😤 DAMN NAVIER'S BROTHER ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A WIFE? (again if he's married then this remark didn't age well)

Omg the bl tht I hv been reading 😭 the recent chapter was so wholesome, so haebom (Balck haired guy) gets into a fight, well not him but some villagers ask him to sell of half of the village for the construction of a new city which he did not like so the men start to yell at him and sung ho (the single dad) who was at a day care centre (haebom drove him there) goes out and sees what's happening AND HE HELPS HAEBOM OUT 😭 AND LOOK AT THE BABY

IM CRYING PPL EVEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO CALL HER UGLY 😭 she looks like she was ready to fight!!

hello omg this is a day late im so sorrybfkwhdwk

GIRL I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BUT HES SO HOT 😭😭😭 UR RIGHT STOP EVERYTIME I SEE HIM I SEE SEONGHWA AND IT MAKES ME MAD BC I HATE THE DUDE AND NOW I ASSOCIATE HIM W HWA 😭😭😭😭

omg???? wait there’s actually a movie on this exact plot and it was so controversial fbwkhdks

HEINRY IS FHKQHDWK OH MY GOD SCREAMING CRYING BEST BOY THANK U TO MY MAN BIG BOY EVERYTHING EVER very much my type this was actually a very disrespectful realization i had reading the webtoon <3 HIS PARENTS PUT ALL THEIR LOVE IN HIM IM SO GLAD THEY DIDNT USE A PROTECTIONBFKWHK AND A BIRD 😭😭 I LOVE A TROPE LIKE THIS imagine seonghwa but his shifting animal is a panther.

he absolutely does have a degradation kink. his wife’s an empress (DOUBLE EMPRESS) theres no way he’d be born if he didn’t like a women who has him WRAPPED around her finger. if he was irl, id rob this man of navier

hienry as san….oh my god, that’s LITERALLY HIM

STOP THATS LITERALLY THE BEST CASTING FJKWHDKW WE NEED THIS IRL !!!!!! ERGI IS LITERALLY WOOYOUNG KFKWJDKAH

LMFAOOOO THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 U AND UR DAD BESTIES 4LYFERSSS 😭😭 crying this is a scene from a fic omg,, i can relate bc today i fell up the stairs and my dad came laughing </3

ive been hiding it for years this was a draft from 2021 originally AND HES SO INTIMIDATING IN IT I WILL PASS OUT ON SPOT FBKQBDKW CEO X FAKE DATING AUS???? PRIV SECRETARY X CEO BFKQHDKW STOP THOSE PHOTOS HWVE ME SCREAMING

wait did u just create a theory even i didn’t think of 😳 CHAERSSSS HELLO ???! a chant for baekhvunsland but it’s all about seonghwa 😭😭😭

PLS READ IT I KNOW U ALREADY MAY HAVE HOW ARE WE FEELING ABT THEMFBJWDW I DESPISE RASHTA SHES LIKE A RASH THAT WONT GO AWAY AND NOW COPYING NAVIER???? 🔫

WHY ARE THEY CALLING THE BABY UGLY GNAKHDKW LOWKEY BUT ITS SO CUTE W THE BONET THING 😭😭😭😭 this bl gets more fun every time u mention it, tell me more <3