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topherwrites · 8 months

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- start of a silver fox

summary - back from deployment, you notice a change in your boyfriend's appearance. pairing - jake seresin x (fem!)reader word count - 1.4k rating - no smut, but 18+ anyways, mdni! content warnings & tags - age gap (reader is in her early twenties, jake is in his early thirties) / fwb to lovers / no use of (y/n) / vague allusions to sex / mentions of nudes / mentions of masturbation / no actual smut / mentions of death (sorta) / lmk if i missed anything! a/n: saw these recent photos of glen ➙ became possessed ➙ wrote this. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated!

Jake is back after three long months on deployment, a fourth of your relationship — not counting the first couple months when you were ‘just hooking up’. This is your first welcome back. Having texted extensively with Nat’s girlfriend, Sasha, you were given a pretty good lay of the land by her, informed of what to expect.

Homecoming day has arrived, and excitement has consumed your entire body, making your limbs buzz.

Awaiting his arrival on the pier, your foot tapping out a nervous rhythm, you stand in the back, allowing spouses and children to be the first in line. You’re just the girlfriend, the one almost a decade younger than him, the one you know his friends assumed wouldn't be around long. You assumed you wouldn't be around long. Jake is a charmer, and when he set his sights on you, you assumed it would be a one-night stand, a fling at most.

But one night turned into two and then three, which turned into nearly three months of falling asleep and waking up next to him. Most days you’d get a text the second he was done with training, the buzz of your phone always kicking up your heartbeat.

At first, you’d just meet him at The Hard Deck for drinks, then dinner at sit-down restaurants — the preambles to him fucking the shit out of you growing longer and decidedly less casual. Post-coital, he’d sling an arm around your waist in an attempt to keep you from slipping out, waking up with that same soothing weight on you. Eventually, he casually mentioned that you could keep some of your stuff at his place — for convenience, he said. He tried slipping the suggestion under the radar, pre-coffee on a Saturday morning. Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, you barely processed his words, absent-mindedly humming in response.

Then you saw the half-cleared-out drawer — which you later learned was a measure in order not to spook you. Like a full drawer would make you wise to his intentions, like he was trying to acclimate you to the idea of commitment, to a relationship with him.

You remember the feeling of placing spare clothes in that drawer; a spare bra and sweatshirt. Jake watching you from the doorway, trying to not act too pleased in response.

You liked him, his company and his laugh and his baffling love of Taylor Swift that he blamed on his nieces. The man under the bravado wormed his way into your brain.

Though, you could appreciate how he looked puffed-chest and cocksure. Near equally competitive as you are. The first game night you spent with his friends meant you both were banned from ever being on the same team again. Pictionary, trivia, One-Night Ultimate Werewolf — you mopped the floor with them. The rule wasn't entirely the case of sore losers, you can acknowledge the fact that you two were immediately, freakishly in sync. Ultimate Werewolf may have ended in tears of betrayal being shed.

And that's how things progressed for a while, falling deeper while avoiding acknowledging the fact that you were in a relationship. Afraid to say the words and make things complicated. Near everyone in both your and his life were trying to push you both to just trust it. Have a little faith in one another.

One minute you were his girlfriend in all but name, and then you were just his girlfriend. A confession on his couch in the midst of rewatching Veep, ‘Relax, cow eyes’ the soundtrack to everything falling into place.

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Once officers start filtering off the ship, your mind blanks in anxiety. Around you, tears are shed, and poster board is ditched in favor of tight hugs. Laughter and children squealing background noise. You scan the crowd, the sun beating down on you, searching for the handsome shape of Jake Seresin. People come and go, giving you a better view of the naval officers, till you finally spot yours moving towards you. He weaves through the throng with ease, standing before you in a matter of seconds.

A smile stretches your face, eyes squinting from both happiness and the sun. You scan him, categorizing any minute change. Gray. A small streak above his right ear. Your nerve endings light up like a Christmas tree, the sensation doubling at the slight hint of age. Reaching out, your fingers run across his scalp, nails tracing back, playing with the hair that has decided in his relatively brief absence to go gray.

He doesn't shy from your touch, his lashes fluttering at the sensation, an intimate moment playing out in public. Though no one is probably taking notice, wrapped up in their own reunion. He does seem to be a hint abashed at your attention.

He breaks the quiet, “Hey, sweetheart.”

The sound of his voice, clear and unobstructed by distance, rushes through you. Fuck. You're trying to suppress the blatant arousal coursing through your system, keep it out of your voice. Words startled, voice pitched, “You've gone gray.”

Despite your age gap, it’s never been your thing, your Tinder age range has only ever been set 3 years older — but seeing Jake in the flesh, and with a few more grays, is making you muster every ounce of self-control so you don't fuck him in the parking lot, ride him in the backseat of his truck. He probably wouldn't enjoy getting dishonorably discharged.

He hefts his duffle over his shoulder, free hand taking your own to lead you to the car — his truck that he handed the keys over to, something in his gaze when he told you to not let the battery die. Maybe a way for him to feel connected to you, maybe a reassurance that you'd be around when he got back. Your board is still in the bed, having taken up surfing in the mornings since your time was no longer being occupied by Jake slowly fucking you into the mattress.

“I already had grays, I'm just… grayer now.” His pace is quick. It's clear that he's itching to get home. Your boots stamp on the pavement as you practically skip behind him, content with his hand in yours. He looks at you out of the side of his eye, eyebrow raised, “And I wonder why that is.”

“That suspiciously sounds like an accusation.”

“Those photos…” He stops at the teal-striped Ford, throwing his duffle next to your surfboard. Crowding you against the side of it., his voice dropping, “I was opening my mail in the mess, ‘bout gave me a heart attack.”

You’d sent them on a whim — a well-researched whim, you didn't need some random desk jockey finding out your taste in lingerie. But you had missed Jake and wanted him to miss you in return. And what better way to make the heart grow fonder than with scantily clad pictures of your body?

“Well? Did you like them?” You know he liked them, it was a whole production to take them, but even if it wasn't — he’s a man, and you were in lingerie. You looked hot, are hot, present tense. An indisputable fact. And he’s not reserved with telling you and showing you that, but you can't pass up a moment to hear it voiced to you, not after how long he’s been gone.

“I think I have carpal tunnel.”

You snort out a laugh as he exaggeratedly shakes out his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist for your amusement. Eyes skating along your features, he huffs, “Add that to the long list of ailments you've inflicted.”

Letting your fingers lightly trace down his biceps, you press your body even closer to his, perhaps a touch too scandalous for a parking lot in broad daylight. A coy reply rolls off your tongue, “I keep you young.”

“You're going to send me to an early grave.”

Rising to your toes, you brush your lips against his, holding back from full contact. You feel his breath stall in his chest, desperate for it. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing, his face awash in anticipation. He’s beautiful.

Your palm stroking the side of his head, you brush the hair away from his face, pinky skimming the top of his ear. You single out the silver strands between your fingers, silky soft as ever. He’s real and yours — home.

“Ditto. Might as well invest in matching plots, right?”

Broad shoulders shaking with laughter, he brushes his nose against yours. Palms cupping the side of your face, thumbs sweeping across your cheeks, he stops waiting. A long-awaited kiss pressed to your lips, neither one of you able to keep the smiles off your faces.

e/n: thank you for reading!

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fic #top gun fandom #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #my writing

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closets-closet · 15 days

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little thot 🙏😏

Price working in his office inside his house, typing away on his laptop (that reader had to show him how to use) when suddenly in comes reader through his door, pretty sundress on, and baby bouncing on her hip

Piece can’t believe how hard he’s lucked out, doesn’t know what he did to deserve this as he never once imagined this type of life for himself, seeing himself as unlovable, but he’s forever grateful for his wife, and their little bundle of life. So of course he pushes his rolling chair out from under his desk so his gorgeous wife can plop down on his lap, baby now in her arms

ur welcome 😘

I screamed when I read this, i’m not even joking. I love the idea of domestic John Price…

John Price, your all so loving husband, a man who would very well steal the moon if it ment you would give him that smile that melts away any of his worries. It’s a leasurly saturday, one of the few days your husband is home from base spending a few weeks with you and your little daughter, who just so happens to be the light of his life. He has himself sat in his office laptop open looking at a mission brief file that is refusing to open. He sighs loudly catching your attention from the sunroom where your fixing up your daughter, and a picnic basket for a family day out. “John?” You call out, voice floating down the hall “Is everything okay?” You pick up your daughter sitting her on your hip as you walk down the hall towards the study.

The second you step into his office the sight of you melts the stress and frustration from his body. You’re decorated in a patterned sundress that hangs at your knees and a babbling baby girl bouncing on your hip, her hair pulled into two small pigtails at the top of her head. “What’s wrong honey?” You ask walking over to him. “Stupid computer won’t pull up the file I need” He huffs as he pushes out his chair one of his hands patting his lap, signaling you to take a seat “Don’t understand why everything’s digital now, miss the days we had physical papers”

“John you’re showing your age” You giggle before sitting down on his lap, the muscle in his legs acting like a cushion. “Look here” You say moving the mouse “If you right click the file, you can unzip it and that will give you access to all the files” You watch as all the files he needs populate before him on the screen. “Not that hard now was it” You smile again, the little girl who’s now on your lap giving her father a big grin. “Thank you Sunshine” He whispers as he presses his bearded face into your shoulder his hands wrapping around both you and your girl. “What would I do without you” He gives you a quick kiss to the side of your neck before pulling you up as he stands. “Now if i’m not mistaken, we have a little date planned out” He gives your daughter a wink, before swooping her up into his arms. Pulling her close to his chest causing her to squeal in pure joy. He reaches, his fingers intertwining with yours. His finger moving to brush over your wedding ring. “So greatful to have you” He whispers before pulling you out of the study, and whisking you away on your family day out.

I’m still squealing over this prompt, because i know damn well his wife is at least 7-10 years younger then him and he would most certainly be a silver fox.

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gravesdiggers · 1 year

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Were you wondering what Rupert was filming in Italy recently?

Well, wonder no more!

Verona is a pop Romeo & Juliet musical, starring Clara Rugaard, Jamie Ward, Rebel Wilson, Rupert Everett, Jason Isaacs and Derek Jacobi.

It "will be the first film in a original pop musical trilogy based around the real-life 1301 story that inspired Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. A wide theatrical release this Christmas is being planned."

Yep, you read it right - musical!

So excited for this!

#Rupert Graves #Verona #Rupert Everett #Jason Isaacs #Derek Jacobi #Silver Fox Saturday

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years

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It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to - Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SOON TO BE SEXIEST SILVER FOX IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!! I hope Chris has a fabulous time in London for his birthday, and we brits are very proud to host him on this very special day 🥰

Summary: Chris had loved every moment of the Lightyear press tour right up until today

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Allusion to Smut! Language!

Chris normally hated having a big fuss made over his birthday. He didn’t need a big party or lots of presents. He just enjoyed spending some time with his family, drinking a couple beers and relaxing. Something he’d done on Saturday in his LA home.

But waking up completely alone in a London hotel, with not even dodger around still felt pretty crappy.

He knew it was going to be this way, and he knew it couldn’t be helped. But he still wished the London premier of Lightyear hadn’t fallen on his birthday. A day that if he was back in Boston it wouldn’t matter if his family was busy, and his niece and nephews were at school, because he’d still see everyone in the evening.

What he hated the most though was that you weren’t here, and he only had himself to blame. He was the one who convinced you it was fine, that it didn’t bother him. You had a big meeting with a client today and it would look bad if you moved it for him. So he told you to stay at home and smash your meeting and he’d see you on FaceTime later.

God why was he such a selfless meatball

Reaching over to the bedside table he grabbed his phone. He saw a few text messages from his UK based friends. So far nothing from his family or you but it was 3am back in Boston and midnight in LA so he couldn’t really blame them.

A pang of homesickness hit him as he thought about you, knowing you’d be curled up fast asleep in bed, arm probably outstretched to his side of the bed. So he pulled up the text chain with his manager and asked her to sort the earliest flight back, he didn’t care if he had to fly coach, he just wanted to be back with you.

With a long sigh Chris pushed himself up from bed and started to get ready for a day of press junkets. When he got out of the shower, walking back into his room he saw his phone light up. Grabbing it hoping it was his manager confirming the flights but to his delight it was you.

Y/N: Happy birthday sweetheart, I know you’re probably busy already but have a great day and I’ll talk to you later xxx

Chris: Thank you sweetheart, can’t wait to talk to you later, now get some sleep I know its late in LA and you need to smash that meeting xxx

Y/N: don’t worry I have my stand in snuggle buddy xxx

Chris smiled as you attached a photo of you curled up in bed with Dodger fast asleep lying next to you.

Chris: glad to see it, and only slightly jealous 😂 good luck with your meeting and I’ll talk to you later xxx

Chris continued to get ready for the day, putting on the outfit his stylist had set aside for the press junkets. Letting out another long sigh Chris mentally prepared himself for the day. He’d been enjoying doing press for Lightyear, the LA premier was the first premier he’s actually enjoyed being at in years. He felt like a kid going to the cinema for the first time. But today he was back to dreading it, wishing he was doing something else instead.

The day went by painfully slowly, alternating between zoom interview and in person ones. Every person he met was lovely, wishing him a happy birthday, but he just didn’t want to be there. It didn’t help that the ended up running behind too.

By the time Chris was making his way back to the hotel room he was exhausted. All he wanted was to collapse in bed and call you, talk to you until he fell asleep but he couldn’t. He had to start getting ready for the premier, his call with you still hours away.

He was so tired that when he opened the door to his room, the fact that the lights were on didn’t alarm him. He just didn’t even notice, letting out a long sigh as he dropped the key and his phone down on the small table by the door.

“I was beginning to worry you weren’t coming” he then heard making him jump.

He looked up eyes widening is disbelief as he saw you sat on his bed smirking over at him. He blinked a couple of time taking a few hesitant steps forward trying to work out if this was really happening or if this was jet lag catching up with him.

You smiles at him warmly standing up from the bed and closing the gap. Chris remained completely still as you rested your hands on his chest smiling up at him.

“Yes I’m really here and no this isn’t jet lag” you tell him with a gentle shake of the head “Happy Birthday sweetheart” you smiled cupping his cheek and gently kissing him.

It wasn’t until he felt your lips on his that he actually believed you were here. Snapping back to reality he instantly responded, fingers running through your hair as he cupped the back of your head. His other hand gripping your hips possessively closing any remaining distance between you.

Chris wasn’t expecting to see you like this until tomorrow at the earliest. He’d thought about your reunion all day, what he’d do when he saw you again, to the point he was struggling to hold himself back as he deepened the kiss. Feeling you hum in content as he grabbed your ass.

“As much as I love where this is going” you pant, your voice barely above a whisper as Chris attacked your neck “the team are literally just outside and I don’t think they’ll appreciate us being late to the premier” you finally get out.

Chris lets out a light chuckle, dropping his forehead against your shoulder as he nods “okay, okay” he pants catching his breath “but as soon as the premier is over we are coming straight back here and I’m having my way with you” he smirks pressing another deep kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you birthday boy” you smirk.

Chris smiles down at you shaking his head in disbelief “i still can’t believe you’re here, what happened to your meeting?”

“He called late last night saying he had a family emergency and had to postponed the meeting so I booked the earliest flight I could and here I am” you smile running yours hands over his shoulders.

“But you texted me from bed” Chris pointed out.

“I took that photo hours before I sent it, I was actually boarding the plane when I was texting you” you explain making Chris laugh in disbelief.

“You must be exhausted” Chris sigh, reaching up to push some hair off your forehead.

“I am but it was worth it, now c’mon we have a premier to get to” you smile spurring him into action, your presence giving him more energy than he’s had all day.

The entire time he got ready for the premier he couldn’t help but steal glances at you, as if you could disappear at any moment. It didn’t help that you looked incredible too, your dress perfectly complimenting his outfit. He had to give it to his stylist, because if he didn’t know any better it appeared as if you were meant to be here this entire time.

When you stepped onto the red carpet together Chris had his arm around you as soon as he could. He had no plans to let you leave his side all evening. Chris had gone to bed last night completely dreading today, but it had turned out so much better all thanks to you.

“Thank you so much, you’ve made this the best birthday ever” Chris smiled as soon as you stepped inside the cinema away from the crowds.

“Anything for my space ranger” you smile hand cupping his beard cheek, thumb cascaded through the grey patches you loved so much.

“Fahk I love you” Chris grins, his Bostonian accent slipping out as he leant down to kiss you deeply.

Needless to say as soon as the premier was over and the credits rolled, Chris led you back to the hotel to have his wicked way with you. If anything he was proud of the restraint he showed not to jump you in the car ride back.

-💙💫💙-

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stalkerofthegods · 6 months

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Loki Deep dive

Signs he's reaching out- seeing the Snaptun Stone, Large numbers of spiders, Fire seeing his symbols and things that remind you of him in a dream, a close brush with danger, Dreams of Loki speaking to you, Repeated appearances of any of the animals related to Loki, sudden obsession on him or seeing things related to him that you wouldn’t regularly notice

Days & holidays! - Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Yule, Sep 5 UPG (tumbler meme devoted to him day) , Julaften, Saturday, April fools, Lokablót

Equivalent- logi (the personification of fire), Prometheus, Tantalus, Jesus, Pan, Cernunnos, Dionysus, anasi, Bacchus, Lugh, Hermes, Mercury, Elegua, Eshu, Prometheus, Veles, Coyote and Crow

Dislikes- in my experience he wasn’t a fan of Hermes, he doesn’t like Heimdall (Heimdall kills Loki )

Married- he is married to Sigyn! (the goddess of Victory) Also, Loki’s first wife (Angrboda who was a Jotun ) taught Loki magic, later he devoured her heart because she was an ‘evil’ witch.

Zodiac- Aries and Gemini

Siblings - Blood Odin, Hellblindi and Balyestyr

Devotional- volunteering to help survivors of trauma, helping with orphanages, and those who are in need, laughing at yourself.

Animal - Coyote, Salmon, Snakes, Foxes, vulture, Quiscalus quiscula, wolves, serpents, cats, falcon, butterfly, raven, flies, dragons, spiders.

colors - yellow , green , red, pink, neons, purple, gold, silver, Black, violet

offerings - Candy, Atomic Fireball (he loves alcohol ex- tequila, rum, brandy, and mead, but he does get tired of it beacuse it’s offered so much), Pez, Pixie Sticks, cookies/pastries, caramel apples. Speaking of apples, He loves red food (ex-Red Velvet) He likes things with a lot of pepper spice, or even just the peppers themselves (habaneros seem to be a favorite), good whiskey, bread, knives, whatever reminds him of u, also baked goods, or anything really, you can give him just sugar or just food, whatever says “LOKI!!”, he also loves caffeinated drinks!, he likes cinnamon, chocolate, Tobacco, weed, cheesecake, especially with berries, old granddad brand of alcohol, and hard cinnamon flavored or spicy liquor, and spicy runs and mulled wine! Carmel golden apples! He also loves Nutella, I would recommend giving whatever you think he would like, he likes new things I heard.

Number - 13 and Kaunaz, Naudiz, Thurisaz, number 3, The Berkana rune,

Planet- Pluto, Dark Moon

To do in his honor - Inner Child work, Llaughing at yourself, Accepting that no one and self is perfect, and mistakes are okay, Feeling all of our feelings, drawing, coloring, singing, dancing, being creative, working with children or the elderly, collecting and sharing jokes, going on a walk, get lost, go on an adventure with friends or fellow outcasts, go clean up a local park in his honor, do something ur scared of, joke in their honor

What he favors in devotes - Passion and drive, inc stubbornness, a go-getter, hunger for life, child like playfull Ness

God of - Celeverness, change, Creation, Cunning, Divine, Discovery, Humor, knowledge, sex, Seduction, shapeshifting, trickster (mischief), wit, truth, temptation, the hearth, nature.

Patron -outcasts (black sheep), earthquakes, changing cycles of the moon, nature, fire itself.

his weapon- Lævateinn

Herbs - daisy, mistletoe, Lavender, Patchouli, Cinnamon, Clove, Hemp, Holly, Mistletoe, Cedar, Juniper, Elder, “yellow rattle” plant, lokasjóður, “Loki’s Purse” (a plant), Loki oats, wild oats, birch, alder, mullein, acorns, Aspen trees (UPG)

Preferred coffee- very very sweet. (I also heard he likes mocha)

Remind me of him - smiling, laughter, dancing, knives, horns, flowers, trees, flies, foxes, rings, black nail polish, masks, spiders, red hair, cat eyeliner look, eyeliner, blue eyes, plastic toys, nature

Blessings - sharper knives (be careful they may be blunt one second and then sharp)

Tarot- The magician, Wheel of Fortune, the sun, the devil, the tower, the magician,

Signs - spiders, vultures, snakes, seals, foxes, flies, wolves, Dandelions, coyotes

Alter decorations - boats, kids' toys, anything listed here really.

Scents - He likes cinnamon, mulled wine, cotton candy, and peaty whiskey and yew, but nothing strong or overwhelming or alluring and anything too feminine, he also dislikes super masculine colognes. He likes Pine, cinnamon, sugar & spice, honey, and wild berry incense and dragons blood incense

Animals• Fox, spiders,Flies, salmon horses, vultures

Crystal• Volcanic and Sulfurous stones (ex. Obsidian Gypsum, Hematite, etc.)((is associated with tectonic activity)), pyrite (fools gold), color-changing stones, Bloodstone, Xlead calcite, Sunsgone, Stones associated with the air element, red stones, Stones of any other color you associated with Loki (ex- red Jasper, Garnet, Carnelian, Ruby), Stones that scream “LOKI!!”, but mostly - Red Jasper, Amber, Garnet, Goldstone; Plastic, Acrylic, Glass, Gold, Bronze, Silver, Magnesium, Orange calcite, hematite, fire agate, onyx, etc.), serpentine, fire quartz, smoky quartz, pyrite, multi-colored/color-changing stones (labradorite, fluorite, alexandrite, bismuth, etc.), carnelian, and tiger's eye, kambaba jasper, prehnite, garnet, green aventurine, malachite, and petrified wood, Yellow calcite

Symbols•fox, Knox, web, Tangles, snakes, Flies, salmon, horses, Mistletoe, (I've also heard vulture, hawk, skull

Names•known as sky traveler, Ve, or, father of monsters, Flamehair, “that bastard” (UPG), Lie-Smith, Sly-God, Shape-Changer, Sly-One, Lopt, Sky Traveller, Sky Walker, Wizard Of Lies, and Loftur and I'm sure there's more. (I’ve accidentally called him Taco Bell before myself.)

Mortal or immortal • Mortal, but has apples to live longer, suspected the Apple effects last YEARS (like more than 100+ years. Because he is not “old” or dead yet, and in mythology, they take it to stay young and live forever.)

Vows/omans• Blood brother with Odin, Loki swears oaths that he will devise a scheme to cause the builder (of the wall of the asier home) to forfeit the payment, whatever it may cost himself.

Morals• He's morally grey

Age - at least 2,000 years old (probably older.), based off of the aseir starting point, when the Norse first had evidence of worship because he was older than the asier

Personality• understanding, and fast going, can be jealous and has a quick temper.

Fact• He had a wife before Sigyn and he is in a cave until Ragnorok. I also heard he like farts a lot. And sends spiders, so beware, he made spiders in Sweden mythology

Roots• Norse mythology

Appearance in astral or gen• red hair and fair skin but not too red or too fair. Also, blue eyes I think or green. Or anything at all really.

Children- Hel, Jormangandr, Fenir, Sleipnir, Vanir, Narfi, (from sigyn) Svadilfari, and Einmyria and Eisa (with Glut.) He also ate a woman’s heart and bore the first witch, some say also a HUGE cat.

Season• the month of Gemini and Aries

Status• God and Yotan

Element- Fire, air, nature.

Personality- Loki is not always the most mature and can sometimes act like a toddler. Also chaotic Neutral. he is not an omniscient Deity, but true to his word.

Parentage • The tree Lufey and farbauti

Prayers•

Flame-hair, your soul burning into the night, Throwing caution to the wind And casting the die of fate, Teach me your fearlessness. Lie-smith, your sharp words like daggers, Cutting through illusions to the bone And revealing the reality we refuse to see, Teach me your clarity. Silver-tongue, whispering carefully veiled truths, Sowing shrouded mystery in your wake, And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. Gift-Bringer, recognizing all the overlooked, Giving rightly earned reward where it’s due, And in turn, blame as well, Teach me your justice. Scar-lip, ending silence in the face of injustice, Grinning down at the outcasts And rallying your voice with theirs, Teach me your anger. Pain-holder, accepting your punishment, Embracing the consequences of your deeds, And taking the fall of those who are weaker, Teach me your resilience. World-breaker, harbinger of chaos, Spitting fire upon the stagnant And carving the spear of change, Teach me your courage. Cruel-striker, slanderer of the gods, Burning the inefficient and stale, Revealing potential in the ashes, Teach me your insight. Sly-walker, throwing your mischievous grin about And casting laughter into the darkness Where before there was only despair, Teach me your joy. Shape-changer, manipulator of all walks of life, Confidently adapting to every situation, Commanding the strength of any form, Teach me your cunning. Hearth-fire, warmth of my heart, Your arms a sanctuary where none is found Light and life of the home I can always return to, Teach me your nurturing. Sky-treader, ever true to your wild heart,Letting none even try to contain your spirit As free as the sky itself, Teach me your passion. Hail Loki, And thank you, my God, For everything you bring to my life.I love you so.

- by @klawl

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Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and the hard cold truth, even tho he may be a jackass, but he is wise enough to be truthful, and charming in many ways.

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cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga · 4 months

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白狐スライム by きゅれす

#Original #Slime Girl #White Slime Girl #Slime Girl Saturday #Short Hair #Fox Girl #Fox Tail #Thighs #Legs #Silver Hair #Blue Eyes

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xxlittle0birdxx · 2 years

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You know that post that muses about how difficult it would have been for Luke and Leia if Anakin and Padmé survived? All their school friends would have been drooling all over their parents? And their solution is to have Uncle Ben come pick them up from school?

The twins don’t realize just how hot their silver fox uncle is… Obi-wan pulls up to the school in a vintage Range Rover in pristine condition, wearing his usual khakis and loose linen button-down. The twins’ friends keep pestering them to introduce them to Uncle Ben. Especially Wedge, but he just wants to admire Uncle Ben’s car. Uncle Ben comes to their spring musical and meets their snooty history teacher, Miss Kryze.

Turns out they went to high school together and she beat him for some prestigious university scholarship. They even dated until they broke up to go to different universities and lost contact. Now Uncle Ben keeps showing up to all their school functions, and Miss Kryze comes to a family barbecue one Saturday with her nephew in tow, who looks suspiciously like Uncle Ben, but apparently Korkie’s name is really Bruno, because they don’t talk about that. But really. Their resemblance is eerie. They even do the same chin stroke thing.

The conversation changes when Luke’s weird boyfriend arrives. The one who won’t take off his sunglasses. Ever. Who always brings along this insanely adorable gremlin child, and only says, ‘He goes where I go,’ when asked. They have matching t-shirts with a mudhorn on the sleeve.

#au star wars #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #korkie kryze #Korkie is a kenobi #luke skywalker #leia skywalker #din darjin #obitine #anidala #dinluke #baby grogu #grogu djarin #school pickups #family dinner #uncle Ben is a silver fox

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writing patterns (tag game)

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by, no one! I saw @reitziluz open invitation, and this looked not only fun, but very interesting too!

I'm going to exclude the original work. And will progress from latest, to oldest.

It was a Tuesday.

Kageyama-kun’s Shishou sauntered, not even speed walked, but sauntered into the Claw 7th Division building, convincing those around him he was in charge with style and silver tongue alone.

Gotou Kouji looked up from his dinner.

It wasn’t caused by some sort of psychic force.

The multiverse is a wonderful strange kaleidoscope of a thing.

It was Saturday, the day Reigen generally allowed himself to sleep in.

Adora already knew it was going to be one of those days the moment she woke up.

Perhaps it spoke more to the convention of stories that seemed to permeate Überwald at times like a mist, or, rather, a conveniently timed lightening crack - regardless the Amazing Maurice and young Ainsel (it means fox) Fuchs were able to find a roadside inn to stay the night before it got too dark.

Young Sam Vimes had just about had it.

The Duke and Duchess of Sto Helit were on their way to pick up their darling daughter Susan from The Quirm College for Young Ladies.

___〆(・∀・) Hmm the pattern I'm getting is...either the sentence never ends, or it is very short. Days of the week seem to be a thing. And to the surprise of no one, it's mainly Mob Psycho 100 stuff, or Discworld!

I tag: @babblish @mangatxt @dreamcrow @little-seed @sharkaroni @spike-dearheart @feather-dancer And anyone else who wants to!! ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

#tag game #wip game #wip games #progress report #completely unrelated but man. I have got to go back into the Discworld fics and fix those pictures I doodled.#Damn discord ruining everything. Like I know it's an easy fix - but fuck me if it ain't tedious lol #Discworld #mp100 #Nico writes #Serirei

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