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wendykw · 9 months

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15 questions for 15 mutuals

Tagged by @her-pegship

1. Were you named after anyone? Yes. My parents couldn't agree on a name, my Mom wanted to name me after Queen Elizabeth. Dad didn't like that idea. My oldest brother suggested I be named after Wendy Darling in Peter Pan. Brother was 6 yrs old. I've thanked him several times.

2. When was the last time you cried? July 16th, the 9 year anniversary of my husband's death.

3. Do you have kids? Three: 2 stepdaughters and a son.

4. Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their smile

6. What’s your eye colour? Blue, very blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy Endings

8. Any special talents? I used to sing, and I soloed at church a lot. Now that I'm old, I don't have the breath or the vocal range I had years ago.

9. Where were you born? High Point, NC

10. What are your hobbies? These days, it's reading. Before my knees went bad, we did Letterboxing. It was fun.

11. Have any pets? Cat died in 2013. Since my son had developed a cat allergy, I haven't gotten another one.

12. What sports do/have you played? Does Marching Band count?

13. How tall are you? 5 ft 6 in

14. Favorite subject at school? Sciences

15. Dream job? I am retired, and I am enjoying being able to do whatever the hell I want.

And you?

@bravevulnerability @justellie-b @lordofkavaka @pollylynn @do-it-for-the-fandom @thegirlwhocastsnoshadow @lololova @thefifthsister @skygirl5 @inkstainedcoffeecup @random-ship @garraewrites @jstar1382 @abettis41319 @copop83

#take it or leave it

#justforfun

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petzel · 10 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by: @yellowjckets THANK U I LOVE UUUU!!!!

1. are you named after anyone?

nope! well, actually one of my middle names is my grandpa's name, so i'm named for my grandpa!

2. when was the last time you cried?

last night, because cam bought me a necklace at target that hit me in a very emotionally vulnerable spot. i cry just about every single day though (i am a weeper from a long line of weepers and all that)

3. do you have kids?

i do not, but cam and i desperately want them. we are currently planning for one about 5 yrs 🫣 which is frightening but also very exciting. we're crazy too, like we already have a lot of baby clothes and cam's mom is handing down her cloth diapers and stuff. all very exciting!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

i don't, but i am someone who struggles to understand sarcasm haha so i also struggle to use it properly.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

i have never played sports lol. i wanted to play hockey very badly as a child (and still now), but it's expensive so i couldn't. i was told i should do track & field (specifically shotput) but i didn't want to. now i have a mild interest in dogsports, haha. i like LGRA, dock diving, rally o, and treibball.

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

i agree with emmy about vibes, i feel like the first thing i notice is whether someone like. SEEMS nice or not.

7. what is your eye color?

like a t15/t17 on that 1998 eye color chart thing

8. scary movies or happy endings?

oh i loveee scary movies. i actually love both but horror is forever my angel

9. any special talents?

ehhh i have near limitless patience and have a decent beginner's mind? don't really think those are special talents, but hey. i can also touch my nose to my tongue i guess haha

10. where were you born?

my hometown is ann arbor, michigan. love that place forever and ever.

11. what are your hobbies?

drawing, cooking, (doing hw is not a hobby but i was in college for 4 semesters in a row and had no time for anything), dog training, photography (analog & digital), reading poetry, listening to the radio, spending time with my husband.

12. do you have pets?

yes! i have a 15 year old orange cat named buggy, and a 1 year old black and white spaniel mix named winston!

13. how tall are you?

5'4 🤫

14. favorite subject?

in grade school it was english and history, but in college, i loveee any of my classes that are actually about my major, fish & wildlife. i loved my lab last fall semester, and i'm really excited for horticulture lab this fall.

15. dream job?

mannnn who knows. i currently work at a botanical garden, which is good enough for me in the meantime! i'd like maybe some sort of labwork about birds, bc i liked working in the fish lab so much, but i also really enjoy my current staff team and i like more public facing work, so it's very up in the air rn.

TAGGING: @pepprs @centralpark1981 @romansmartini @dubwoofer @starw1sh @spelldealer @riskrov @snartled @evilsufjanstevens - all with absolutely zero pressure, i just see you all in my notifs and love you dearly be well dear mutuals

#YAYYYY this was so fun :DDDD i miss doing stuff like this on tumblr mannn this website used to be so fun and social ckfkskjfkw #salad dad #tfm #correspondence

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cryley · 1 year

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thank u for tagging me bby @cows-wearing-my-sweater ♡♡♡ !! 15 questions and 15 mutuals:

1) are you named after anyone? nope

2) when was the last time you cried? I think it was probably when I listened to the new boygenius song "cool about it" for the first time early last week??

3) do you have kids? no and never will. I adore my niece to bits though

4) do you use sarcasm a lot? I guess so, in my own way. I think I also have a hard time understanding it sometimes

5) what's the first thing you notice about people? either hair or eyes

6) what's your eye color? like a forest-y green

7) scary movies or happy endings? scary movies, but I prefer classic horror

8) any special talents? uhh being irritating? lol in all seriousness, maybe organizing information if that can be a talent? I used to be okay at painting in school.

9) where were you born? east coast, united states

10) what are your hobbies? art, writing, reading, learning new things, d&d, old-school runescape

11) have you any pets? I have a cat named Tanuki!! he is my son and he can do no wrong.

12) what sports do you play/have you played? In my youth, I played basketball for ~10 yrs and soccer for ~3 yrs, but I hated both and wanted to quit every year (I was made to play).

13) how tall are you? either 5'5" or 5'6"

14) favorite subject in school? any of my art classes (drawing&comp, sculpture, pottery, painting, etc.)

15) dream job? oddly enough it's very close to what I'm doing now. I work in software development on the team-lead end of things but I would love to move to different roles within my team or with different companies where I'm more interested in the business we serve. I'd love to move to maybe social media software dev. or maybe game dev.? (currently in e-commerce)

tagging (no pressure, just if u want to!! ignore if you already did it/were tagged ♡): @underscoreethan @internetemo @lavender-rainn @decline-in-standards @justanamesstuff @republicsabanana @bookish-strawberry @robbersinaforeignlanguage @hereyeswerefilledwiththestars @drivelikeiido @ohcaroline @bonschai @jesuschristmattyhealy @nothingrevealedeverythingdenied @dontfckityoumuppet

#if you already did this - ignore #i love you mutuals so much ♡♡#i think that was 15 #these were a lot of fun!#i was seeing so many do them and was wondering if I got tagged #tysm naomi #tagged q's #ry.exe #moots

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slowjamastan · 1 year

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17 questions tagged by @arugula2048 hiiiiii thank uuuu :)))

1. Nickname: andy

2. Sign: caprisun

3. Height: 5'6" lets give it u p for being AVERAGEEE

4. Last google search: kenshi yonezu vivi (<- THIS SONG IS 10 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!)

5. Song stuck in my head: Sou's cover of siinamota's Q <- has been on a vintage vocaloid binge again (this will become obvious) & is drawing art for a Q animatic that will likely not see the light of day

6. Numbers of followers: 415 (For What Purpose, My Friends! ive become a het4lia blogger!)

7. Amount of sleep: its 3am as i write this... thats not good

8. Lucky numbers: 314, 114...wait. maybe its just 14

9. movies/books that summarize me: my fucking journal i guess. bad question sorry my experiences r unique and no one understands me #twisted #w2mtm but the real answer is that the magic tree house series laid the foundation for my entire life at age 6

10. What are you wearing: lavender wooly housecoat over a black t-shirt dress. and my #lolitakei bloomers as shorts lol

11. Dream job: [redacted for being too specific]. and if that doesn't work out id like to teach ESL, or work in a library, or smth else really specific and specialize in an area no one else can do. ill figure it out as i go! i think i wont know my real dream job until its right in front of me.

12. Favorite songs: my default answer is always sakanaction's Music but the only "genre" im a certified expert in is vocaloid and i dont have a set faves list. without thinking abt it too hard, here's a few that i would and do and always will lose my mind for during karaoke: six trillion yrs, monblanc, glow, meltdown, and the hibikase x echo mashup from nicopa 2015. additionally, pls listen to miku/luka dekat di hati

13. Favorite instrument: vocaloid is classified as an instrument. but i do miss playing violin im not gonna lie. i wanna learn to fiddle

14. Aesthetics: i have many sideblogs and tags ive used and folders of images to sort things into pretty piles... irl i just do whatever. i cant even pick a color palette bro

15. Favorite author: rowling i dont have any author loyalties worth noting, unless u count junji ito. there's several fanfic authors that im subscribed to and would suck them silly but thats.just a game theory

16. Favorite animal noises: the best animal is the one thats yours. i love every noise from my chatty chatty lil kitty cat. mrrrp lol

17. Random fact: the real answer to "why did you start learning japanese" is because of v0caloid. its literally because the subtitles do NOT cut it n i need to understand what is going on. i need to be able to navigate nnd i need to READ i gotta appreciate these music videos better i just need to connect w these weird hikki fuckers making anime girl music. no one does it like them. im N3 level now. shout out to magnet for inventing lesbians in 2009 or whenever

tagging: sorry for being evil but i hate tagging people i hate it so much. i dont want to do it and i dont want to save this in drafts for a month bc im overthinking who to tag. it dodsent matter. Post Now<-

#post

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dinandgone · 3 years

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Tagged by @bewitchedbodyandsol and @clints-lucky-arrow (Thank you 🥰)

1. Why did you choose your url?

Well after our lord and saviour Pedro Pascal of course. I created this blog when I had just discovered the Mandalorian and I was a tiny bit obsessed lol.

2. Any side blogs?

No, I probably have like 3 abandoned blogs that have been laid to waste because I’ve forgotten the email/password for them, but its been years and I honestly don’t want to revisit the weird shit 13 yr old me was posting.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

On this blog currently, I’ve been active since November but I’ve had it couple years. On other forgotten blogs I think about 6/7 years with breaks in between.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No, I’m on here pretty frequently so I probably annoyingly spam people’s tl’s, I probably should start one.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

To appreciate fanfiction and fanart honestly. When I came back to this blog late last year I didn’t really have the intention of posting anything, the majority of people on here are so nice and seeing what other people were doing made me think ‘Hey, why not share some of the stuff I’ve been working on’.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Well, Pedro looks like a cutie. That’s all.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Um because Season one Episode six will always hold a very special place in my heart for being one of the HOTTEST montage of moments in the series 🥵.I revisit that episode often. And the tones of the gif just kind of match the colour theme I was aiming for.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

My Art piece from S1 Ep6.(Here) It currently has something like 1,830 notes which I am so shook about. Honestly, didn’t think I would receive so much love and support from so many brilliant people.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

50. They’re all fabulous. 🥰

10. How many followers do you have?

254. And I love every single one of em! 🤩

11. How many people do you follow?

oh boy. 471

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I honestly don’t think so no.

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

If it was an official enquiry my answer would be no comment because I know full well I spend waaayyy too much time on this app.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

I would say no. Though I would say a mutual fight between myself and the wonderful anons who like to send me asks telling me my work is shit. Love you guys xx . I would like to say if the situation ever occurred where I would need to be involved in an argument I would step up and be ready to throw proverbial hands but alas I am a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to responding to people on the internet.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I believe its a very two way street. I fully support the “reblog artists and writers works” posts because that’s how this app works and as an art creator I can understand how good it feels to see people enjoying your work. But at the same time I don’t think people should feel pressured to reblog, as someone who was a ‘lurker’ until fairly recently I can understand why people do what they do.

16. Do you like tag games?

I do! I love getting to know people and answering peoples questions. Though sometimes I don’t quite know who to tag because I don’t want to annoy people.

17. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

Oh there’s a few. But definitely Mack. ( @clints-lucky-arrow ). I found Mack’s blog whilst trawling through The Mandalorian tag at like 3am and I read her Mando fic- The Nomad (Read it if you haven’t already It’s so fucking awesome). When she followed me back and I was like 👁 👄 👁 . To add the cherry on top of the cake she has like over 1,500 followers and she still manages to keep everyone in the loop, and offer love and support. I’m realising this is turning into a Mack appreciation post but honestly she’s so sweet and TALENTED (Just going to sneakily drop her masterlist here), she made me feel so welcome on this app and convinced me to stay.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I don’t think so.

20. No pressure tags:

@1800-fight-me @zapsalis-d (I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged I don’t know who else)

#tag game #iz babbles #this was fun

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leniinero · 2 years

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5:18am 1/23/2022 99 Luftballons-Nena Mood: Pensive **As a 15 some year user of LiveJournal, I tend to update my blogs here as such* I tried 4x to update this blog (see last post) and Im at half a mind to just start a new blog to keep more personal because as that was the original intention job nof this one, I've unfortunately let myself open. I can no longer continue to do that. But here I am. I've been trying to be consistent with keeping this blog updated, if anything for posterity. I've been so busy attempting to work on my mental health and then with school and my hand I haven't had time to process that I've already been back home a month. It seems like less, but sometimes more. It looks and feels so different from when I left 7 years ago. I left July 2014 with a broken heart, no money, broken trust, and no stability. Of course minor work experience. I moved to Virginia with the only plan in mind was to finish school so I can go to college, my lifelong dream was either in NY or LA, I knew that, but for the time being I had to stay in VA, until I at least finished school and got some kind of tech degree. (about 2/3 years). Seems like something right? I did the opposite. On top of that, The support system I should of had turned out to be a dud and that's me putting it nicely. I didnt have anyone to talk to, turn to or confide in. I ended up paying therapy for nothing and had no stable place to live the entire time I was there. The only upsides I had was a little girl I met at a job I had named Layla and my dear friend Chloe. (Eventually I got my cat Nala, that was my only upside in the last few months I was there) I left Virginia because I had no choice, I was living in a raggedy ass motel that's probably older than my parents surrounded by drug dealers, ex-cons and trash. Guys, this is the part of my celebrity memoir that's gonna make it a best seller. On top of that, my landlord was an 80 something year old man who'd constantly sexually harass me and had me cornered in his room, in the kitchen and in well...everywhere and dont get me started on the bed bugs. I moved to Texas as a last ditch effort to get my shit together....and 3 years went by and all I did was become more depressed, raggedy and do nothing but work for nothing. Cause the money I made even with 2 raises was trash. Then they cut my hours for the dumbest reason (which I still dont believe) and I spent 4 months doing what? Working part time and never catching up with anything, I didnt even have time to organize my paperwork and properly explain before I left. They seemed genuinely sad to see me leave, yet since I've been gone they've been acting shady and claiming they dont owe me OT when they know damn well I used to come on weekends and stay after 5pm for like 2 yrs at least. I still havent gotten my last paycheck. And like I said, it's been over a month. Cant even call the clinic. cause you'd think, a medical facility, would have their phones ON. Ok, now Im mad. I'll be back. 10:08am

#leniineropersonal

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woodelf68 · 4 years

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Mornings

A loosely connected series of scenes throughout Loki’s life, from infancy through a future diverging from The Dark World. 9118 words.

(Note: Loki’s age in each scene is as follows, with the years being the Midgardian equivalents -- scene 1, less than a year old. Scene 2, 5 yrs. old. Scene 3, 10 -- picture kid Loki from the movie flashback. Scene 4, about 15. Scene 5, close to 20, canon Loki as seen in his cell in The Dark World. Scene 6, between 25 and 30, it’s reader’s choice as to how much time they wish to have passed between the last two scenes.)

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The querulous cry of a newly awakened baby rang out in the quiet of the room. From her position with her head comfortably pillowed on her husband’s chest, Frigga held her breath, hoping. Perhaps he -- The cry came again, more demanding. She huffed a resigned laugh and started to push herself up. “At least he waited until we were done.” Odin slid out from under her. “Stay; I’ll fetch him.” Pulling on the robe draped over the end of the bed, he padded across to the cradle on the opposite side of the room and smiled down at his seven month old son, who immediately reached for him. “Hello there,” said Odin, ridiculously pleased, as always, when Loki quieted as soon as Odin picked him up, laying his head against Odin’s shoulder and putting his fingers into his mouth to suck on them. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” He pressed a fond kiss to Loki’s silky black curls, cradling the boy against his chest as he automatically checked his diaper. “Yes, you are. You don’t keep fussing once you’ve got someone’s attention. Now Thor -- well, let’s just say that your brother was always a bit more fond of the sound of his own voice.” While he was more than happy to leave this particular task to Frigga or the servants during the day, Odin was not so incompetent that he could not make quick work of changing Loki into a dry diaper, as he did so now. That taken care of, he picked Loki back up and returned to the bed. “What do you say? Are you hungry? Do you want your amma?” He sat down on the side of the bed and passed Loki into Frigga’s waiting arms. “Hello, my sweet son,” Frigga cooed, bringing Loki under the fur with her and guiding him to her breast. That first day, when a hungry baby had been placed in her arms, there’d been no time to look for a wet nurse, and when Loki had taken the goat’s milk she’d sent for without any problems, she had been reluctant to seek out one, selfishly not wanting to hand him over to another woman every couple of hours. If he was to be her son, she wanted him to look to her for his needs, for comfort and nourishment both, and she knew well enough that there were herbs to bring in a woman’s milk, and had soon found a spell to hasten their effects. They had told the court that she had hidden her pregnancy with magic, lest word of her vulnerable state reach Laufey’s ears and make her more of a target for foul play with Odin and most of Asgard’s warriors away fighting in the war. It had been easy enough to add, to those in her retinue close enough to express concern, that the magic had delayed her milk coming in. She could still remember the fierce rush of satisfaction a few weeks later when she had been able to nurse Loki herself for the first time, her heart whispering “mine ”, that feeling of him becoming really and truly hers. Not born of her body, but nourished by it, and he had thrived and grown apace ever since. If there had been the inevitable whispers that Odin had brought home a war bastard, most died away quickly enough as all saw how she doted on Loki, and Odin had, fortunately, come home for a brief visit around the time that Loki would have been conceived. Loki turned into her now and she felt her milk let down as he began suckling hungrily, his eyes fixed steadily on hers. She relaxed into the comfort of the pillows and furs, running a gentle finger down his snub nose and smiling as his eyes crossed as he tried to focus on it. Odin lay back down beside her and gently took hold of one of Loki’s feet, smiling as the tiny toes curled in response to his stroking thumb and Loki’s eyes cut briefly to him before refocusing on her. “Who’s that?” she asked softly. “Is that your pabbi?” She glanced at Odin and Loki followed her gaze, his small hand starfishing against her. “Yes, it is! And do you know how you can tell, hm? Because you called and he came. There are not many who can command the king of Asgard like that, you know.” Odin chuckled and slid back under the fur, coaxing Frigga’s head onto his shoulder so he could wrap one arm around wife and son both and use the other to run his hand through the long, heavy waves of her hair, shining golden in the gentle early morning light that illuminated the room. “Very true. And two of the three people who can are in this room.”

Frigga made a contented noise and relaxed even further, letting her eyes drift half shut in pleasure. The duties of the day would claim the king soon enough, but in that moment, he was simply her husband, and a father, and she cherished every second of such times.

--------------- “We’re about to be invaded,” Odin murmured, hearing the patter of four small feet and the whisper of hushed voices outside their door. It was his favourite time of the day, that early morning hour when he lay relaxed and comfortable with Frigga and they talked about their plans for the upcoming day.

“One of the perils of having children.” she said, smiling.

“But perhaps also one of the pleasures?” he suggested, smiling back. “Admit it, you will be sad when they have grown too much to come tumbling in like overexcited puppies at the break of day on occasion.”

Frigga laughed. “You are quite right. I shall no doubt be proud of the fine young men they grow into, but I shall miss my little boys.”

"Should I knock? Maybe they’re still sleeping.”

"Knock softly!”

A subdued knock sounded on their door, and Frigga called “Come in!”

Thor and Loki burst into the room, still in their sleep clothes. “Happy Name Day!” they chorused. Thor held up the jar he was carrying. “We got you some flowers.”

“And we drew you some pictures,” Loki added, coming over to the bed with some papers clutched in his hand.

“Oh, thank you, the flowers are lovely! Place them right there on that table, Thor, and come show me your drawings.” She took the papers from Loki and patted the mattress beside her. Promptly Loki climbed onto the bed to snuggle into her side, a small, soft warm presence, while Thor scrambled up next to him and crawled over her body to plop himself down on her other side. Odin sat up and leaned over Thor to see the drawings as well. The top one was done in coloured chalk, perfect for capturing the texture of fur, and Frigga smiled as she recognised the black and orange patches on the rounded white shapes in the center, one large and three small.

“It’s Runa and her kittens!” She’d taken both boys to visit the barn cat and her litter a few days ago, instructing them to sit still and quietly and let the kittens approach them if they wanted to. Thor, ever boisterous, had kept fidgeting and whispering, but Loki had sat perfectly still, enraptured by the three small shapes, and had been rewarded when one of the exploring kittens had wobbled over on unsteady legs and had determinedly pulled itself up onto Loki’s lap, where he’d gently stroked it until it had started purring remarkably loudly for a creature of its size.

“Yes!” He beamed proudly. “Do you like it?’“I do indeed, and I love the flowers you drew around the border; they’re very bright and cheerful.” She moved his picture underneath the other one and saw what Thor had drawn. “Oh, Thor, this is really very good.” She admired the dragon rendered in Thor’s careful pencil work. “I should have you design a tapestry for me.”

“Really?” Thor sounded delighted by the idea.

“Why not? Where is this dragon flying to, for instance?”

“His cave, in a mountain,” said Thor. “And it’s filled with his treasure horde.”

“I hope he’s a peaceful dragon,” said Frigga. “I’d hate for anyone to want to hurt him.”

Thor’s face fell at that, as if he’d already been dreaming about slaying the dragon and winning some glory for himself. “I suppose he could be, if you wanted.”

“I do,” said Frigga firmly. “And perhaps he could have a younger dragon brother to fly by his side?”

“Me and Loki!” Thor enthused. “We could be the dragons! And we live in the cave together and go out and have adventures.”

“That would make a very nice tapestry,” agreed Frigga. “You boys could have it for your room.”

“I’ll start sketching it later today,” Thor promised.

“What about us?” Odin asked. “Can your mother and I live in your cave while you boys go out flying around on adventures?”

“Yes! I’ll draw you two lying at the entrance with just your snouts sticking out. You can be a gold dragon, Father, and you a blue one, Mother. What about you, Loki?”

“Green,” said Loki promptly.

“Well, I shall look forward to this epic picture,” said Odin, ruffling Thor’s hair. “It’s a very good likeness of a dragon, Thor. And I like yours as well, Loki.”

“How big should I make the drawing, Mother?”

“We’ll figure that out after breakfast. Speaking of which, why don’t you two go get dressed and ready for the day and we’ll do the same, and we’ll come collect you for breakfast when we’re ready.” She leaned first to the left and then the right, kissing the tops of her sons’ heads. “Thank you for the presents; they’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome.” Loki knelt up on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly. “Happy name day, Amma.”

Frigga hugged him back, smoothing a hand over his tousled curls. “Thank you, my darling.” She released him and he slid off the bed, giving Thor room to climb over her and follow suit. He leaned over to give her his own hug once he was on his feet.

“Happy name day,” he echoed. “I’ll help Loki get ready.”

“Thank you, my sweet.” She gave him a squeeze and let him go, watching as he took Loki by the hand and led his little brother from the room. She turned to Odin, beaming. “I think we have the best boys in the entire Nine Realms.”

The skin around Odin’s eye crinkled up. “I’ll remind you of that the next time Thor lets his temper get the better of him or Loki’s curiosity leads him into trouble.”

“I didn’t say they were perfect ,” Frigga said. “Perfect would be boring. And we both know who Thor got his temper from.” She looked at him pointedly.

“I feel like I should be offended but I know you’re right,” Odin admitted. “But if he can learn to channel it, it’ll prove a great asset in battle one day. And at least he got your sweetness of heart to counter it.” Odin leaned over and kissed her.

“Flatterer,” she said fondly. “And what of Loki? What does he have of us?”

“He has your sweetness as well, and your cleverness, and your sensitivity to magic.” Odin looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure what he has of me. My eyes, perhaps,” he joked. “Or my eye; he only ever saw the one.”

“He has your watchfulness,” said Frigga, after a moment of thinking. “He knows how to sit and listen quietly, and remember what he hears. And how to choose his words with care.”

“If he picked that up from me, then I am well pleased,” approved Odin. “Let us hope that he grows up with a taste for politics; those traits will serve him well.” He rolled out of bed. “Come, we had best bestir ourselves before our hungry young dragonlings decide to go foraging for themselves and leave nothing but crumbs and wreckage in their wake.”

Frigga laughed -- but she could picture the scenario all too well. She bestirred herself. ---------------

Loki woke with his heart pounding. Just a nightmare, he told himself, but telling himself that and truly believing it were two different things entirely. It would have been easier if he had been able to simply look to his side and see Thor asleep in his bed, but they had recently been given separate rooms, and he wasn’t sure, at the moment, that he liked it. He sat up, throwing back the covers and swinging his feet down onto the floor. He slipped from his bedroom and made his way across the common room that connected his and Thor’s chambers, the sky outside the windows lit with the brilliance of the stars, and quietly looked into Thor’s bedroom. Thor lay sprawled out on his bed, motionless, but Loki could hear his soft breathing from where he stood and was reassured. He retreated and made his way out into the hallway, and crossed over to his parents’ rooms, feeling the light tingle of the wards that, he knew would permit no one other than himself or his brother to enter once his parents had retired for the night. He passed light-footed through his mother’s weaving room and paused, hovering in the doorway of their bedroom, looking and listening. His parents lay back to back, his mother nearest to him, and after a minute he was sure of the slow rise and fall of the blanket covering her. He moved further into the room, just needing to be sure that his father was all right, too, before he could go back to bed.

“Loki?”His mother’s voice was quiet, sleepy, but Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and couldn’t help letting out a squeak of alarm.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Are you all right?”

“Nightmare,” whispered Loki back. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“Want to come in?” Frigga held up the blankets invitingly, scooting back away from the edge of the bed to give Loki more room. She bumped back against Odin’s solid form and he grunted and woke.

“Hmphm?” he murmured, still half asleep.

“Scoot back.”

Odin obliged, but lifted his head, confused, when Frigga followed after him and spied a black head silhouetted against the dim light of the room. “Loki?”

“I’m sorry, I just had a nightmare and needed to make sure you were all right before I tried to go to sleep again,” Loki apologised again. “I’ll go now.”

“Are you sure?” Odin moved back further on the wide bed, putting space between him and Frigga, and wished all parenting decisions were as easy as knowing what to do when your child came to you upset in the middle of the night. “You could come in between us, safest place in the Nine Realms."

Frigga smiled and moved back towards the edge of the bed, creating a perfect Loki-sized space in between them and lifted the covers higher. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Loki hesitated a second, then his feet carried him forward and he scrambled over his mother’s body. Up close, his father looked strange with his eyepatch left off for the night, but he had seen the scarred socket before, and he only glanced at it for a moment before nestling down between his parents and feeling his father’s arm drape comfortingly over him.

“That’s it,” Odin pressed a kiss to Loki’s hair. “I’ve got you; you’re safe.”

Frigga turned over and curled around Loki from the other side, letting the covers fall back down over them and reaching out to rub his shoulder. “Do you want to tell us about your dream?”

“I wasn’t in any danger ,” said Loki. “I was just...alone, here in the palace. It was completely empty; I couldn’t find anyone. But then finally, I found you. Except you were lying like you were laid out for a funeral boat, and I knew you were dead.” He took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the scent of her, and felt the lingering dread from the nightmare dissipate. “And then I woke up.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Frigga stroked his hair soothingly. “I’m sorry, what a terrible dream. But I promise you that I am very much here and alive and have no plans to go anywhere anytime soon.”

Odin’s heart ached for his son. It was a common theme that ran through Loki’s nightmares, that of being alone and abandoned. Sometimes he was someplace cold, and crying for help that didn’t come, and Odin knew the source of that one. Sometimes Loki was surrounded by fire, and Asgard was burning around him, and that one worried him. This one...well, he knew how close Loki was to his mother; his mind probably couldn’t think of a worse scenario. “No more do I,” said Odin, hugging Loki just a little bit tighter. He thought of saying something serious, about how he still had a good many years left in him yet despite his age, but decided instead on levity. “You won’t get rid of us that easily.” He tickled Loki’s stomach.

Loki giggled and grabbed at his father’s hand. “Good,” he said firmly. His father turned his hand, slotted his larger fingers through Loki’s own, and left his hand there, covering Loki’s reassuringly. Loki relaxed, feeling warm and safe and most definitely not alone. “You don’t think I’m a baby for not wanting to be alone after a nightmare?” he asked hesitantly, just to make sure.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Frigga reassured him. “I expect you’re still getting used to waking up alone in a room of your own, aren’t you?” She had often enough, through the years, looked in on the boys at night to find them snuggled up together in one bed to suspect that they had found comfort in each other after bad dreams. Certainly Loki hadn’t sought their bed in a while.

“Yes, exactly,” said Loki, grateful that she understood. “I used to be able to wake up and see Thor sleeping in his bed and know that it had just been a dream and that everything was all right.”

“Your mother and I are lucky,” Odin pointed out. “If we have a bad dream, we have someone right here next to us to say that everything is all right and that it was only a dream.”

“I never thought of that,” said Loki thoughtfully. “Do you have bad dreams, Father?”

“I do, sometimes.”

“What about?”

“The usual, I think. Losing someone that I love, being lost. Finding myself in front of a crowd of people and realising that I don’t have any clothes on.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he lifted his head, twisting around to look back at his father. “You have that one, too?”

Frigga laughed. “I think we all have, at one time or another. I used to have that one when I was younger, but no more. I seem to have grown out of it, thank the Norns.” Odin had handled that question well, she thought. Loki didn’t need to be burdened with the details of his father’s nightmares. She heard the first birds begin to call outside, but since the birds had gone to bed hours before she had, she felt justified in ignoring them. “Go back to sleep, little one,” she told Loki softly. “Morning will be here soon enough.”

Loki closed his eyes obediently, and she began to sing softly, the words of the lullaby unforgotten through the years. Frigga watched him, his lashes lying dark against his cheeks, his breathing growing slow, and even, until she was sure he was asleep, and quietly finished the last verse. She glanced at Odin then, to see him watching her, the expression in his eye soft. “I half wish Thor were here as well,” she confessed in a whisper. “Perhaps he’ll come hunting down his brother in the morning. Then I could have all my boys snuggled in safe around me.”

Odin looked amused. “Are you implying that I am one of your boys as well?”

“You are.” Frigga’s tone of voice dared him to say otherwise. “Mine to love, mine to care for.”

“Good,” he said with satisfaction, sounding remarkably like Loki had but a short while earlier, and closed his eye, a contented smile on his face.

Frigga watched her husband and son with a heart full of love. She should suggest that Odin spend some time with the boys tomorrow; both Loki and Thor were always hungry for more of their father's time and attention. And they were old enough now to learn more of the behind the scenes work of ruling the realm; perhaps if she framed it as an educational opportunity, Odin would agree it was worth carving out the time from his schedule. She found Odin's and Loki's joined hands under the covers, and laid her own atop them. falling asleep to dream of the day when her sons would stand side by side and lead Asgard into a bright and prosperous future.

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“Loki! Why are you still abed? Did you forget that we were going to go hunting this morning?” Thor came bursting into Loki’s bedroom with all of his usual exuberance, undeterred by the fact that his brother was still, obviously, asleep, or had been up until a moment ago.

Loki groaned and buried his head under his pillow. “Changed my mind. Tomorrow’s better. Go away. I’m sleeping.”

Thor spied a familiar-looking book on Loki’s nightstand, the same one he’d been reading last night at supper. “Were you up all night reading?”

“What if I was? Some of us wish to improve our minds.” Thor was quiet for a moment, and Loki had the vain hope that Thor would go away and leave him in peace. Then he felt his covers yanked back, and squawked in protest.

“And some of us wish to go hunting with our brother,” said Thor cheerfully. “Come on, the fresh air will wake you up.” He took hold of Loki’s legs.

“Thor, don’t you dare, I’m warning you --”

Thor pulled.

There was a flash of green. It was followed by a startled croak.

Loki peered over the edge of his bed at the large green frog sitting on his floor. It looked back at him mournfully. “I warned you. Now hop along and stay out of trouble and I’ll change you back this afternoon. If you want to go hunting then, fine, if not, I promise to go to bed earlier tonight and we’ll go tomorrow morning.”

The frog tried to walk, one webbed foot at a time, towards Loki’s bedroom door, before figuring out how to manage his long legs and gave a short hop, then a longer one, and presently disappeared from sight. He was going to be in so much trouble when he changed Thor back, Loki thought, but some things were worth it. He wondered if Thor would brave going to their mother, or if he would have the sense to simply wait the morning out in his rooms. The first option would restore him to his own form faster, if he made it into Frigga’s presence and could convince her of his identity, but it also risked him being seen by a member of the staff and deposited outside in a pond. Grinning at that mental image, he pulled his blankets back up and let his head sink back into his pillow. He reclosed his door with a wave of his hand and sank happily back into slumber.

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Loki lay in bed and watched the dim lighting of the cell brighten. Morning, he assumed, though really he had no way of knowing, would never see the sky again. How early was it? he wondered. Was the sky still pink and gold from the sunrise, or had it already turned to blue? The constant white glare of the cell bothered him more each day, made him long for the shaded green places in his mother’s gardens (he could not think of her as anything else in his heart), or the dim recesses of the library, lit by the warm glow of lamps, or the muted light filtering in through the curtains in his rooms. At first it had been enough to have a place where he knew he was safe, where he could simply let down all his defenses and rest without fear or pain. He had slept for long stretches of time, those first weeks, while his body healed, waking only to eat ravenously of the food that was delivered to him. He heard the rattle of a meal tray being delivered now, the curt “Breakfast” spoken by the guard before they disappeared again. He rose and went to collect the tray.

It had not escaped his notice that his meals weren’t standard prison fare, that there was usually at least one thing on his tray that was something that he particularly liked. There was always fresh fruit and juice for breakfast, and today, a veritable feast of a mushroom and cheese omelette and hot buttered toast and the spicy sausages his mother knew he liked, because of course it was her doing, he knew that much. There was even, astonishingly, a bottle of elven wine. the explanation for which was in the new book that had accompanied his breakfast tray. He opened it and read the inscription on the flyleaf:

My dearest son,

It seems cruel to wish you a happy name day, but I hope these small tokens of my affection will give you some pleasure on this day nevertheless. I tell myself it is better than last year, when I still thought you dead, and if you are kept apart from me, at least I know that you are alive and well. And I let myself hope that next year will be better yet, that something will have changed, for I refuse to believe otherwise. I will find a way to force it to change myself, if I have to. If you would only tell us what happened to you, give your father a reason to trust you again -- But this is not the time or the place to chide you for that, only know that when you are ready to talk I will be here to listen. And know that I will never stop loving you, nor celebrating the day you arrived in our lives, for you are one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given. As always, I remain

-- your loving Mother

He cried bitter tears then, tears of longing to feel her arms around him again, and tears of regret for his lost life. He wanted, desperately, to see the sky, to breathe fresh air, to walk without coming up against a wall after more than a few paces. Would it change anything if he told? He tried to remember why he hadn’t, that first day when he’d been brought back and paraded before Odin in chains. Spite? Anger? Shame? To show his parents how it felt to have a secret kept from them? Yes, all of those, he knew, but were they worth it? Did he want Thanos to come upon an Asgard unwarned, and unready? He thought of the palace littered with bodies, of the palace empty of life save for the slaughtered bodies of those who had had the chance to fight, and remembered, with a sudden chill, the nightmare that he had had more than once as a youth. He thought of his mother dead, and not knowing until one day a meal tray arrived with plain prison fare, no special treats. No more books. Of never seeing anyone again except the guard who delivered the meals, of never being able to have an actual conversation with anyone again. Alone, forgotten. Except no, Thanos would not forget him. Panic rose up and engulfed him, and he reached for the wine, uncorking it and taking a healthy swig.

The wine helped a little, but he couldn’t truly relax until his mother’s projection appeared in the afternoon and the relief that swept through him almost made him giddy. He thanked her for the gifts, and was ashamed at how the basic courtesy made her face light up like the sun.

“I only wish that I could do more.” Her hand rose, as if she would cradle his face. Loki fought the urge to turn into the touch, lest the contact shatter her illusion, and allowed himself to imagine he could feel the warmth of her hand upon his skin. “Tell me what it’s like outside today,” he said impulsively. “Is the sky blue?”

“It is, clear and blue with a few puffy white clouds floating around. It is just past midday, and the garden is full of the scent of the roses in bloom.”

She seemed to know what he craved, and painted a picture of the gardens with her words that invoked all his senses. And when he didn’t stop her, she continued on with all the everyday details of life in the palace lately, what she was doing to fill her time and then what was going on in the greater Realm, slowly expanding his world. She took it as a good sign, that he was finally expressing an interest in the outside world.

Loki knew her time for him was up when she glanced behind her, as someone obviously came into the room where her body stood.

“I must go now, but I’ll be back tomorrow,” she promised. “Imagine me giving you a kiss and a hug, and I swear that I shall one day do so in fact.”

“Mother,” Loki said quickly, before she could vanish, the careful “Allmother” that he sometimes used never having become easy or comfortable on his tongue. “Thank you for coming. And what you asked of me -- in the book -- I will consider it.”

Her face lit up again. “I am glad to hear that. And I will never, ever stop coming to see you, not until the day that you are able to come and see me .” She held out her hands to him, letting him be the one to dispel her illusion in the little ritual they had developed, and reluctantly, he brought his hands down on hers, an almost physical pang running through him when there was no solidity of contact and she vanished in a shimmer of gold.

“Husband,” Frigga said cooly, turning to face her visitor. “What brings you here at this time of day?”

“Do I need an excuse to come see my beautiful wife?’ Odin asked, a challenging glint in his eye.

“Well, if you have no matters to bring to my attention…” She trailed off, then squared her shoulders and lifted her chin as she faced him. “I wish to see Loki.”

“Do you not already see him?” he countered.

Frigga froze, had he seen or was he only guessing? His face was that inscrutable mask which served him so well as king but which she hated to see on her husband.

Odin sighed. “I know you send your projections to him, you need not worry about that.”

Frigga relaxed. “Ah. I had wondered, but it seemed better not to bring it up if you were willing to overlook it,” she confessed.

“After that first time, when you didn’t press me further to allow you to visit him, I surmised that you had found your own way of seeing him. I know your abilities, and I know you would not let anything keep you from either one of your children if you thought they had need of you.”

“I would not,” she agreed, steel in her voice.

Odin dropped his head, half turning away from her. “I had no right to forbid you from seeing him in the first place. It was wrong, and it was cruel, and I am sorry for it. I wish that I had a better excuse, but in the moment, I was simply angry that he, too, had chosen to attack what he had sworn to defend. Jotunheim I could understand, to some extent, but Midgard?” He closed his eye briefly, feeling the weight of his years, and admitted the ugly truth about himself. “And I spoke what I knew would hurt him most.”

“Yet not sorry enough to take it back once you had spoken.”

“It would have been seen as a sign of weakness.”

“It would have been seen as a sign of compassion!” Frigga snapped, then shook her head. Anger would not get her what she wanted, she knew that much. “So alike, the two of you are, always knowing the words that will wound deepest."

Odin fiddled with a paperweight sitting on a table, a simple, smooth stone with a design on it that had once been painstakingly painted by a young boy. “I remember asking once, what of me you saw in Loki. I had hoped for a better legacy than ‘cruel’ and ‘obstinate’.”

“It is not too late to fix things, Odin,” she urged. “A wise king knows when to admit he is wrong, and to correct his mistakes instead of letting them continue unchecked because he is not man enough to face up to them. When has Loki ever responded well to harshness? Perhaps he would not have stayed so recalcitrant in his refusal to speak of what befell him if you had showed some sign of kindness when he was returned to us. Who knows how long he spent in the Void, unable to think of anything but the fact that he no longer felt that he had a family? That his entire life was a lie? Small wonder he emerged mad, if that is all that happened, but I do not think it is. He did not just stumble onto an army of Chitauri and decide to invade Midgard because he wanted a throne. You did not see his face when I had Gungnir handed to him; he did not expect it, he did not want it. He did not desire rule, only respect, to be seen as Thor’s equal, to make you proud. Would it have killed you to have welcomed him back as his father before you pronounced judgement as his king?” Frigga could not help her voice rising again in condemnation.

“Invading another realm was not the way to gain that respect, nor trying to completely obliterate one!” Odin protested, turning back to her in anger, then his defiance dropped away. He did not want to turn this conversation into a fight anymore than Frigga did. “Never mind Jotunheim, not now. As I said, I understand something of what drove him to attack it, and though I do not condone such an extreme action, it was within his rights as ruling king at the time to retaliate for Laufey’s attack on Asgard. But it is what followed after that complicated matters. I could not simply banish him to another realm to learn a lesson as I did with Thor because I do not know what lesson he needs to learn, and I do not know if that realm would be safe, and most of all, I do not know whether Loki himself would be safe, or whether he might attempt to end his own life again.” Odin looked at her bleakly, the memory of Loki’s face as his son let go of Gungnir and let himself fall into the Void one that still haunted his nightmares. “What else could I have done, other than what I did? And what would you have me do now?”

“It was not what you did but how you did it,” Frigga allowed, for Loki had been a threat that needed containing at the time, even she had to acknowledge that. “But as for now -- be his father! If you want to get him to trust you again, you have to show him that you deserve it. And you can start by letting me visit him, in person.”

“Why now?” he asked, stalling a bit but also curious. “Why have you waited this long to ask again?”

Frigga pursed her lips. “To be honest, until today, I have not been sure if he would welcome my actual presence,” she admitted.

“And today?”

“It was a good day; he was quieter, more settled.”

The corner of Odin’s mouth turned up. “Perhaps we should have sent wine long before this.”

“Do you know everything?” she demanded in exasperation.

“I wish I did. I would give much to know what happened to Loki in the year that he was gone. But do you not think I look in on my son every now and then? I know what today is as well as you do.”

“I don’t think it was just the wine. It had been opened when I arrived, yes, but not enough was gone to influence him in any way. I think he is just...coming back to himself.”

Odin thought of the way Loki had sat quietly and listened to his mother today, as he had watched from Hlidskjalf for a while before withdrawing his Sight and giving them their privacy, no longer the ranting, rage-filled man who had come back to them. It had been a slow change, but a steady one, and he thought longingly of the possibility of one day having his son back. Loki was not Hela, he reminded himself, despite their remarkable physical similarity. The Norns must have been laughing at him when they had sent him Loki’s way. A second chance, to raise a raven-haired child right. And he thought he had done so. Loki had not been molded for war, had not grown up without the softness of love. A succession of memories flashed through Odin’s mind. A baby, smiling and quieting as soon as he was picked up. A small body nestled against his. A boy trustingly slipping his hand into Odin’s. A young man walking with his mother’s hand tucked securely through his arm, love and pride in every line of his bearing. A son grown tall and strong, a son any man would be proud of. Had he told that to Loki often enough, or had he simply assumed that he knew, that that was what Odin had been saying whenever he laid an approving hand on Loki’s back or shoulder, whenever he trusted him with some matter of state, some diplomatic mission? Somewhere along the way they had lost that closeness which Loki and Frigga still had, and Odin had never regretted it more than when Loki had learned of a heritage which did not matter in the slightest to him, but had driven Loki to such despair that he had no longer seen a reason to go on living.

“Odin?” Frigga’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

Odin cast back to the last thing she had said, and remembered, Loki coming back to himself. “I pray that it is so.” He paced across her room, thinking. He was going to agree to Frigga’s request, he knew, but he wondered if he could get something more out of it. Loki’s refusal to talk of what had happened to him during the year he was beyond all their sight irritated him in more ways than the simple defiance of it. Nothing about Midgard made sense; was that simply because Loki had not been thinking rationally at the time or was there a huge puzzle piece there that they were missing? His instincts said the latter, and he wished not for the first time that Thor had managed to bring home the weapon Loki had wielded along with his brother, wondered if there might not be a clue there. If the Bifrost had not been shattered, he would have gone and demanded it of the mortals himself, and not taken no for an answer. Or was he simply looking for a reason which would justify Loki’s actions, that he might give him a chance to redeem himself, as he had given Thor? He nearly growled in frustration as he came up once again against his complete lack of knowledge.

“How much do you think he wishes for your company?” he asked. “Enough to finally tell us what happened to him in exchange for it?”

“I don’t know,” Frigga admitted. “But he did say he would consider talking about it when I mentioned it again today.”

Odin brightened at that. "Considering" was not "agreeing to", but it was the first time that Loki had even given them that much. “Then perhaps we should wait until he comes to that decision. If we give him something that he wants before he does so, it might remove the impetus to give us what we want."

“Odin,” Frigga pleaded, allowing all of her yearning to come through in her voice. “I have not been able to hold my son in over two years. Have not been able to offer even the comfort of a single touch.”

Odin hesitated, then gave in. “A week. We will give him a week, and if he does not say anything more about it, then I will go to him with my offer.” It was hardly any time at all, when Loki had held out this long, but he was tired of being at odds with his wife, and hoped this would help mend the rift between them.

“And if he refuses it?”

Odin looked at her face, saw the fear that she would be further denied the chance to visit her son, and felt shame that he was the cause of it. If Loki scorned him as weak for this, then so be it. He would make this one thing right. “Then you may visit him anyway.”

Frigga’s face lit with joy, and the next thing he knew she had her arms around him. He tried to get his arms up to embrace her back, for he had not been favoured with such attention for a long time, but she was already stepping back, her hands lingering on his shoulders for a moment while she beamed at him.

“Thank you,” she said with heartfelt fervour.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked hopefully.

“Ask me again when I have held my son in my arms,” she said, but she was still smiling, and Odin’s heart felt lighter than it had for a long time.

As it turned out, they didn’t even have to wait a week. ---

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As if thinking of the old dream conjured it back into existence, Loki was haunted by it again that night. Running through the empty palace, looking for someone, anyone, only to find, at last, Frigga, laid out and lifeless and waking to his heart pounding in panicked dread. And for the first time in his life, he could do nothing to reassure himself of her safety other than wait for her visit. When she arrived, he took a deep breath of relief. Only a nightmare, he told himself. But it was harder to dismiss when he woke from the same dream the next morning, except this time he had heard Thanos’s laughter when he had come upon his mother’s dead body, and impossible the third. He was too agitated to eat breakfast and paced restlessly until Frigga finally showed up.

“Tell the Allfather,” he said, having made up his mind that he had to do something, that if the Norns were sending him a message he could not risk ignoring it. If he could not be free to guard his mother’s life, then he must give up what knowledge he had that would allow her to be best prepared to defend herself if and when Thanos broke into the Nine.“That I will answer any questions he may have in return for you being allowed to visit me in person.”

Joy swept through Frigga. “He will be hearing petitioners now,” she said. “Shall I interrupt him or wait till he breaks for the midday meal?”

“Better wait." He didn't want his mother to leave when she had just arrived, and it would give him time to prepare what he was going to say, how much he needed to reveal. "But do it today."

“I will,” she promised.

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A couple of hours later, Loki came to his feet as he heard approaching footsteps and stood facing the front of his cell, his hands clasped behind his back. He tensed as he saw Odin, but his heart leapt when he saw his mother following behind him.

“Loki,” Odin greeted. “I understand you wish to strike a deal.”

“I do. I will answer any questions that you have in exchange for mother being allowed to visit me whenever she wishes. Inside my cell,” he stressed. When Odin didn’t respond immediately, he swallowed his pride and added “I swear I will not hurt her, nor attempt to use her in any way to escape this place.”

“I never thought that you would hurt her,” Odin admitted after a moment, and glanced at Frigga, then gestured towards the cell. “Very well. Go ahead.”

Two long strides forward and Frigga was deactivating the energy barrier that formed the front of the cell, one more and she was pulling Loki into her arms. “Loki,” she breathed out fervently. “My son.”

It had happened so fast, Loki hadn’t been prepared for it, and flinched back for a second, from the shock of being touched after so long without it, and because for so long before that, touch had always meant pain instead of comfort. He didn’t know what to do for a moment, but then her scent hit him, the smell of herbs and flowers and fresh air, that whispered ‘home’ and ‘safe’ and ‘loved’, and his arms came up instinctively as he wrapped her up tight in his embrace and buried his face against her neck. “Mother,” he said desperately, and then quieter, for her ears alone, “Amma .”

“I’ve got you,” Frigga whispered, burying her hand for the first time in the new length of his hair. “You’re safe.”

Odin heard them both, and relief and remorse swept through him in equal measures. Their son was still in there, still reachable, but looking at Loki’s face was almost painful. Whatever happened today, he vowed he would not keep them apart again. Belatedly he realised he had not reactivated the energy barrier and stepped forward to do so.

Loki heard the faint hum crackle back into life and glanced up, a faint smirk on his face. "A bit slow there, weren't you? I could have teleported right out of here in a second."

Frigga tightened her grip on him. "If you had tried, you would have had to take me with you."

"What an excellent idea, Mother," Loki said brightly. "Where would you like to go?"

She gave him an admonishing shake. "Don't tempt me, you."

"And yet you didn't," said Odin. "Perhaps I am simply choosing to trust my son to keep his word, that he will not try to use his mother's presence in an attempt to escape. Am I wrong to do so?"

Loki shook his head, and raised his chin a notch. "You are not."

For the moment, the mask was gone from his son’s face, Loki’s eyes wide and vulnerable in a too gaunt face, and Odin was reminded of just how young Loki still was. "Good,” he said approvingly. “In return, I ask you to trust me, Loki. Tell me what happened to you. Let me help you, if I can."

“I will save you time and tell you the only thing that you need to know. Thanos the mad Titan seeks the Infinity Stones, and a way into the Nine. Asgard must prepare her defenses and stop him from finding them all.”

Odin's mind instantly flashed back to the conversation that he’d had with Thor on his return to Asgard, when he had grilled him about everything that he could remember Loki doing or saying on Midgard, seeking some clue to his youngest son’s behaviour.

He had a sceptre, with a blue stone, with the ability to control the minds of others.

He was not like himself at all. He looked unwell, and afraid at times, and the manner in which he attacked was so unlike his usual style that I thought he must be in league with someone else.

I thought I was reaching him, when I asked him to stop and come home. For a moment I could see the brother that I knew in his eyes, but then he said that it was too late to go back, and he shook it off and went back to the attack.

A picture was coming together in Odin’s mind, and it was not one that he liked. Loki, his mind already broken, falling into the hands of a being of incomparable power, one who wished to escape his exile outside of the Nine. Thanos discovering that Loki had the ability to walk the shadow paths between worlds. Had the scepter truly borne a blue stone, or had it been a yellow stone concealed in a blue housing? Were the mortals the only ones it had been used upon? The Tesseract. Mind stone and space stone. One risked to gain a second, a ploy that had failed. If Thanos could break into the Nine, it would not only be the Stones he came after, Odin guessed, it would be Loki, for failing to deliver what he had been sent for. For he had no doubt now that Loki had been sent. A year gone, beyond Heimdall’s view. How much of that time had been spent in the Void, how much being broken until his proud, powerful son had been turned into a tool to be used? Had Midgard been offered as a reward for service, or had Loki wanted it as a sanctuary, a bulwark against the Mad Titan when he felt he no longer had a right to claim Asgard as his home?

Oh, Loki, Odin thought, his heart clenching for his son. What did he do to you? He reached out and deactivated the force field at the front of the cell again, and walked in to join his wife and son, meeting Loki’s startled gaze steadily. He had failed his son once, he was not going to fail him again.

“On the contrary, I think I’m going to need to know a great deal more than that.”

Loki, still standing within the circle of his mother's arms, stared. Odin had set the barrier to re-form behind him, effectively trapping him inside the cell with Loki. He would need to call the guard now to let him out. "Was that wise? Locking yourself in with a dangerous criminal? I only promised not to hurt Mother, you know."

"if I have been so poor of a father that I need fear attack from my own son, then perhaps I deserve it." There had been no threat in Loki's voice, though, merely a pointing out of facts, and Odin grinned mischievously. "You can try, though."

Unexpectedly, Loki felt the corner of his mouth quirk up, feeling oddly reassured instead of offended that his own strength and skills were being dismissed. He wanted his father to still be strong, he realised, wanted to feel that childhood certainty that Odin could fix anything, that he could handle any problem brought to him and make everything all right again. He knew that wasn't the case anymore, but still, if Asgard were to stand any chance at all against Thanos, she would need the strength of all her warriors, led by a strong king. And that king needed to be armed with knowledge as well as weapons, knowledge that Loki was tired of bearing alone. If nothing else, Odin could share that burden.

"I would not wish to upset Mother," he said diplomatically, and heard Frigga huff beside his ear.

"No more would I, yet I fear I have done so for far too long. But I am trying to make amends. To you and to her," Odin stressed. "Talk to me, Loki, please. Let me be the father I should have been when you first returned."

For a change, Loki did not feel the need to deny that Odin was his father, knew he could not do so with any conviction at the moment. If not Odin, then who? Certainly not Laufey, who had left him to die. At least Odin had been there, and was here now, apparently still willing to call Loki his son. Perhaps one imperfect father willing to admit his mistakes was better than none. The anger that he had nurtured for over a year fizzled out, and he swallowed hard. "What more do you wish to know?"

"Everything."

His mother's hand gripping his tightly, grounding him, Loki took a deep breath and began to talk.

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“Amma.”

Sif woke to a small hand tugging on the sleeve of her nightshirt. A pair of clear blue eyes beneath a head of tousled black curls peered at her from just over the top of the mattress.

“What is it, Ullr?”

“I had a bad dream.”

Sif yawned sleepily. “Do you want to spend the rest of the night with us?”

Ullr nodded. “Yes, please.”

He held up his arms to her, and Sif saw that he had his much-loved stuffed bear with him, a present from his Aunt Jane. She sat up and reached down, lifting Ullr up onto the bed and scooted back. Loki, who was always a light sleeper, woke with an inquisitive noise as she bumped into him.

“Mhm?” He rolled onto his side, automatically reaching out to drape an arm over her and draw her close, and came up against an unexpected shape. He woke a little more. “Sif?”

“It's just Ullr. He had a bad dream.”

“Put him between us, then.” He moved back, making room.

“Go on, Ullr.” Sif held the covers up. “You heard your father.” She smiled as Ullr promptly scrambled over her body and was instantly gathered in close by Loki.

Loki nuzzled Ullr’s hair, breathing in the sweet scent of his son and wrapping an arm securely around him as Sif turned to face them, letting the covers fall back over them, enclosing them in a soft, warm cocoon. Ullr didn’t seem visibly distressed, so either the dream hadn’t been too bad, Loki thought, or the memory of it was already fading. Still, there were words which had to be said.

“I’ve got you,” he said softly. “You’re safe.”

#ficwoodelf #loki #frigga #odin #thor #sifki #a bit at the end #marvel fic #mornings

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Posting this to both Tumblr and insta. I know I don't post personal a lot but when I do it's usually about my cat, Noel. I'm heartbroken to say that Noel passed away on February 15, a little after 5 am. She was the most loving cat in the world, right until the end. I got Noel when I was 10 yrs old, in December of the year 2000. I had always wanted a cat. But she was more than my cat, she became a part of the family. Noel was a senior cat. We first began noticing her illness about Wednesday, and we went into 24/7 watch. We helped her with everything we could, and we made her as comfortable as possible. She had tuna, her favorite snack, and heated pads to keep warm. She chose her favorite spot in the tv room, a place she knew we all spent time in every day, because she wanted to be with us. She purred close to the end, and left in my lap, loved and held where she was happy. Noel was my childhood pet, and my best friend. I hope she brought you a little of the happiness she brought me, even if it was just with a cute pic. Thank you so much for the likes over the years. Be kind to your pets and all your loved ones. Hold them close and appreciate the time you have. https://www.instagram.com/p/CLWg36oHGsn/?igshid=1cq25xr4j2d46

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falling-stars-and-open-scars · 3 years

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03/01/2021: About Me

Hey. So, I’ve kind of already done something like this before, but figured I’d update. This isn’t your traditional “get to know me”/ “about me” post so if you want to make one yourself, feel free to copy. While I do not intend on going into any graphic detail, I will put a Trigger Warning/Content Warning here.

Who are you? Tell me about yourself

I go by Star

32 yr old, cis female, United States

Straight

Currently a veterinary assistant at a spay and neuter clinic

Currently going to school for Health Information Management so I can eventually become a medical biller/coder

In a relationship; boyfriend of 7 years [and yet it is complicated]

I have two orange male tabby cats that, while they can be little kitty brats, do give me a sense of joy in life.

No, really…tell me about yourself

292 pounds at 5 foot 6 inches tall (this is the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life. It is not a good feeling)

Harmer of self since the age of 15, with periods of recovery/non-injury

Hating my body/self since I was extremely young [maybe 7 years old; I remember writing in my diary “I need to go on a diet” or “On Monday, I start my diet”; without any realization of what it means. But always felt like the ugly duckling and was always about 20 pounds heavier than the other girls in my class/age-range]

Wasn’t really allowed to date while living with my parents [I lived with them until I was 24 so you can do the math there….didn’t have my first kiss until I was like 22, didn’t have an actual intimate relationship until I was 23/24]

Never been officially diagnosed with anything; despite an episode of harm which landed me into the emergency room and then to a mental health facility (you’d think they’d diagnose me with some kind of *something* while I was there but…nah. It was basically, show up to group and be nice/quiet and if you want to leave you can since you voluntarily came here. I stayed for a day and a half, expecting to get help but didn’t really get it other than “you need to learn to communicate with people and people need to take the time to hear you speak”. And that day and a half cost me almost $5,000 and I don’t have insurance so ofc I’m not going to stay longer. I was lucky that they had a financial aid type thing and that I qualified; they basically wrote off the debt and all I was responsible for was the ER visit and paying the doctor to patch me up). Still, it would be nice to know EXACTLY what’s going on with me mentally [Am I bi-polar? Do I have an anxiety disorder? Am I on the spectrum? Do I have BPD?]

What’s your trauma?:

Emotionally neglected child who grew up into an angry and depressed teenager

Essentially forced to become a third parent/default babysitter to my siblings [one older sister, two younger Autistic brothers] at the age of 8, as my parents didn’t feel they could trust my sister to care for us, but trusted me.

Harmer of self since the age of 15.

Ideation of disordered eating between ages of 13-16 [again, I remember looking into Ana and Mia and writing in a diary that my goal was to “become Ana”].

Sought approval from father by being a “good kid” and never getting into trouble and trying to get nothing less than perfect straight As in all my classes from 10th grade [sophomore year in high school] onward.

Sought attention from older men, since boys my age didn’t like me and were terrified of how intimidating my father was (like I would be 16-18 and chatting with guys 20-28 years old; one guy coerced me into phone s3x at the age of 16, he was 26 and a member of my church who has had a reputation for doing this to young girls but nothing was ever done about him).

Currently an unhappy, socially awkward, adult who is trying very hard to make a 7 year relationship with an alcoholic work but am also talking with another man who lives over 1,000 miles away [it started off as very “mature”/”adult” talking and has now regressed back to “get to know you”/”being friends first”; he has stated that he is not interested in pursuing women or a relationship because of his own hurt and break ups but also is not opposed to the possibility of a relationship at some point – seems very indecisive about what he wants or is trying to appear guarded but it’s starting to weaken the more often we talk]

I’m basically chasing after external love and approval that I’ve never properly received while also not loving myself.

Why are you here on Tumblr?

To vent, like most people here. To express my thoughts and feelings that no one else really cares to listen to. To get better. To get worse (it’s kind of weird, like….I want to write down my thoughts and feelings so that I don’t keep it bottled up and end up hurting myself again and yet….I seek out triggering things; maybe because deep down I think that maybe if I get really really bad someone will notice….someone will finally care about me…..) To maybe help someone so they don’t end up like me. To be a “big sister” or other type of support to those who need it.

What do you want to say to the people reading this/following you?

You deserve better and I’m so incredibly sorry that the people in your life have let you down so much. You deserve to have the hurt in your heart and in your mind fully healed. You deserve a chance at life. You all are so young and you do have potential to live a good and interesting life. I know it’s hard to believe, I know it’s hard to see your self-worth or to even think you have any worth beyond what people can take from you; but you ARE worth it. If you want to recover and heal, I hope you’re able to do so and offer my support and wish you the absolute best. If you’re not ready to recover (I’m sure as f not), then I can at least sit with you as we slowly work on bettering ourselves. I know I’m just some old random bish on here, but I do worry about you guys – especially if you go offline for days/weeks/months or if your account is no longer active. I want you guys to be safe and happy. I want that for myself too. And we will have it….one day…..someday.

And just so we’re absolutely crystal clear: I will NOT be your coach. I will NOT encourage you to get worse [and any and all negative content or “meanspo” is directed towards me and ONLY me]. If you’re looking at my blog and thinking that you can ask that of me, I’m very sorry but you are wrong. I like to live by a certain motto: “Do no unnecessary harm unto others, be it Man or Beast.” And if you can’t get on board with that, then maybe it’s best you move on past my blog here. Don’t get me wrong, I offer you much love and support and hope you take the chance to get better and live a good life; but I will not enable you. I will not degrade you nor encourage you to get worse. I will not look at your young life and think “Hm, ya know, I had to suffer with some unnecessary bullsh*t; time to spread it around! Let’s toughen these kids up! If I had to suffer, so do you!” Seriously, F that mindset. That’s not my deal, that’s not the vibes I’m trying to send out into the world.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I hope that I can be an ally and source of support for you. If you’ve read this far and feel like maybe my blog isn’t for you/it’s triggering or upsetting or whatever, you’re absolutely allowed to unfollow. I want you to do what is best for you. I’m not about that “tumblr fame” or whatever bullsh*t.

I’m just a broken person trying to make a broken world a little less broken.

Thank you for reading.

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warrior-verse8 · 4 years

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Random Warrior Facts!!

Random Warrior facts -First leader with nine lives was Windstar -First leader to die was Shadowstar -Dawn of the Clans takes place in 1950s -Warriors takes palce in Southern England -The Prophecies Begin take place in 2000s -If a Kit dies when its eyes are still closed, its eyes will be open in StarClan -If a Queen dies before giving birth, they will probably give birth in StarClan -The Moonstone is actually some sort of crystal -The twolegs with the Beavers were wildlife scientists who wanted to re-introduced beavers to the area -Tribe of Endless Hunting cats keep there injures -Tribe of Endless Hunting cats age and fade away -The Tribe's ancestors dont have stars in there pelts -Spottedleaf was 3-4 years older then Firestar -Scourge struck 9 major organs, each one enough to kill Tigerstar on its own -Boulder was the one who suggested allying with Scourge -Rainflower was sorry for how she treated Crookedstar -Leopardstar died from diabetes -Squirrelflight requested Hollyleaf's Warrior name, so that she could be named after her true mother Leafpool -Brightspirit, Braveheart and Shiningheart were originally from SkyClan -Sol was once a Kittypet known as Harry -Rock is dead and is more of a spirit, than a ghost -Midnight is actually dead, and is a ghost -The "clear, shiny, sticky water" in RC was gasoline -Tigerstar liked Bramblestar more then Hawkfrost -Hollyleaf is scared of thunderstorms because of what happened with Ashfur -Mousewhisker and Minnowtail were mates and why they went to the Dark Forest -Cinderpelt and Brackenfur were apprenticed before they were 6 moons old -Bramblestar loved Hawkfrost as his brother -When Bluestar crossed Thunderpaths, she thought of Snowfur -Firestar thought he was being replaced by Silverstream -Spiderleg neglected his kits cuz his parents had more kits -Graystripe favored Feathertail -Brightpaw loved Swiftpaw -Average age for a cat is 8-10 years -Leopardstar loved Tigerstar -Tigerstar hated Firestar cuz he reminded him of her father, Pinestar -Darkstripe loved Tigerstar -Honeyfern was expecting kits when she died -Pure-bred RiverClan cats have webbed paws -Tigerstar loved his kits -Sunstar loved Moonflower -Bluestar named Firestar after Oakheart -Most med cats are gay or lesbians -Hawkfrost loved Ivypool -Crowfeather never loved Nightcloud -Mousefur loved Redtail -Briarlight loved Jayfeather -Bramblestar was once in love with Sorreltail -Breezepelt was the runt of his litter -Sandstorm cheated in her warrior assessment -Blackstar was a polydactyl, he had 6 toes -Scourge hated the teeth and claws in his collar -Sasha went back to being a kittypet after the clans left -Firestar always wanted a son -RiverClan cats can hold there breaths for 20-25 seconds -Tornear loved Ashfoot -Frost was blind in one eye -Firestar favorite food was vole -Jake loved Nutmeg more then Quince -Berrynose loved Honeyfern more then Poppyfrost -Russetfur loved Blackstar -Purdy can understand twolegs -Barkface was the longest med cat -Graystripe loves Silverstream more then Millie -Cinderheart had a crush on Jayfeather -Daisy doesnt believe in StarClan -Barley believes in StarClan -Echosng was pure kittypet -Sweetpaw was bured alive and died from suffication -Cloudtail is tring to believe in StarClan -Tribe cats have an accent -Shrewpaw had a crush on Squirrelflight -ShadowClan saved Tigerstar as a kit from a fox -Sandstorm is a 3 moon older then Firestar -Heavystep had kidney disease -Yellowfang has persian blood -WindClan came up with the thought of mentors -Blackstar has WindClan blood -Stormfur blamed himself for Feathertail's death -Crookedstar named Stonefur "fur" after Bluestar -Mudclaw went to StarClan -Cody told Princess about the Clans leaving -Millie can speak dog -Icecloud secretly liked fish -Leopardstar hated Graystripe -Leopardstar loved Whiteclaw -Mothwing had a crush on Leafpool -Nightstar had asthma -Foxheart had a small crush on Scorchwind -Tigerstar loved Goldenflower more then Sasha -Crookedstar kept his broken jaw in StarClan -Nightcloud badied Breezepelt -Sandstorm was ThunderClan's best hunter -Graystripe may have had a eating disorder -Bumblestripe may have had a eating disorder -Ashfur hated kittypets -Tigerstar was afraid of the Moonstone -Fish Leap had a crush on Half Moon -Jessy is kin to Jingo -Ravenpaw 3 moons older then Graystripe -Snowfur acts like a mother to Mosskit -Crookedstar's jaw aches in Leaf-bare -Brackenfur was almost made deputy -Ravenpaw died in his sleep -Gray Wing had asthma after the fire -Squirrelflight and Leafpool are 5 yrs in Bramblestar's Storm -Stormtail never really loved Moonflower -Shellheart will always love Rainflower -Stormfur had a crush on Squirrelflight until Brook -Ashfur helped Hawkfrost to try and kill Firestar -The three lost there powers in Dovewing's Silence -Border between Dark Forest and StarClan is a white light -Runningnose was allergic to moss -Thistleclaw always loved Snowfur -Blackstar regretted killing Stonefur -Littlecloud had a crush on Cinderpelt -Tawnyspots had stomach cancer -Pinestar is older the Leopardfoot's parents -Cloudtail was unaware that Daisy had a crush on him -The kit Yellowfang lashed out on when she 1st came was Ashfur -Feathertail watched over Leafpool's kits -Mistystar was made deputy cuz Leopardstar was making up for killing her brother -Half Moon died from a vomiting sickness -The journey from forest to lake took 100 miles -Goosefeather went insane after Moonflower's death -SkyClan left the forest 20 years before Bluestar was born -Sorreltail had nightmares about Deathberries -Tigerstar was spoiled as a kit by all the queens -Brick ran away after The Darkest Hour -Jaggedtooth made the sign for Tigerstar to become leader -Appledusk blamed Mapleshade for his kits deaths -Hollyleaf befriended a baby fox -Sorreltail was kept an apprentice for 10 moons due to an injury -Reena didnt go to StarClan -Willownose is Appledusk's mother -In Clan legends, if a cats born during a thunderstorm, they have a great destiny ahead of them -The Tribe of Rusing Water was formed 60 years ago -The water in the Dark Forest is slimy, bloody mud -Runningnose's cold goes away in StarClan -Palebird had post natal depression after Finchkit died -Shellheart and Pebblefur dead of cancer -When Breezepelt dies, he will go to the Dark Forest -Rock's fur was once greyish-brown coloured -Jayfeather's biggest fear is water -Sunstar was only given 8 lives cause Pinestar was alive -Graypool was surprised that Stonefur and Mistystar thought she was there mother -Brightheart has post-traumatic-stress disorder from the attack -Graystripe is very sensitive that he eats a lot -Russetfur is older then Blackstar -Clawface was once loyal to ShadowClan -Bluestar thought Runningwind wouldnt make a good mentor -Loners are the least common non-Clan cats -The cat that trepassed on Scourge's territory was Brokenstar being thrown out of ShadowClan -Queens threaten kits with the Dark Forest when there bad -Brightheart doesnt go to the lake cuz she doesnt wanna see her face -Mapleshade had hallucinations driven by grief -Speckle loved Sol and wish he was her kits father -Leaf discivered ThunderClan's revine -Thistleclaw never sat vigil when he was made a warrior -Holowflight liked Ivypool -One Eye might be the first Dark Forest cat -Jayfeather hated learning how to fight -Dark Forest cats can give a leader a life -Dark Forest cats dont feel hunger -Leopardstar hates half-clan cats -Dustpelt hated that Ravenpaw was his sibling -Bone's collar was dark blue -Scourge had a high-pitched voice -Cats dont normally mentor kin -Willowbreeze was named after her WindClan heritage- breezw -Graypool was named after her WindClan heritage- pool -Mistystar was the first half-clan leader of RiverClan -22 cats have trained in the Dark Forest -15 cats have died and gone to the Dark Forest -Sorreltail broke her leg as an apprentice -Whitewing never liked Ashfur -Bluestar wished she fell in live with Thrushpelt -Smoky loved Floss more then Daisy -The river in RiverClan runs down to SkyClan's gorge -Harestar had a crush on Heathertail -Mousewhisker had a crush on Hollyleaf -Willowpelt loved Tawnyspots most -Crookedstar still loved Rainflower

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*CACKLES* Dissidia for Bby!Nox Verse is going to be wild! Picture a 15-20 years old Nox getting summoned and almost every people thinking of the clique clone stuffs about hating the original and wanting the throne. Noctis explanation just ramps up the conspiracy theories. Cloud and Sephiroth gets all tizzy about it bc TEST TUBE CLONE BABY MUST PROTECT-HOW-SHIT!

hgfdghgf that would be- that would be hilarious and I could ramble on that if you really want. But PICTURE:

15 yr old Noctis being summoned by Materia and he’s ... fairly chill, keeping it together, and then suddenly a child-sized blade slams into the ground at his feet and he looks up in shock and there’s a MONSTROUSLY protective Sephiroth looming there on the ridge above them.

With Nox riding happily on his shoulders.

Nox grins and there is pure mischief in it as he waves, “Hi, Big Brother! Spiritus says we’re playing a fighting game and I’m on the opposite team! Wanna fight?”

And Noctis is torn between cooing over his cute brother and WIGGING OUT BECAUSE HIS 10 YEAR OLD BROTHER IS HERE???? Then he realizes that Nox has found himself a VERY scary ally in this and just said WANNA FIGHT and OH NO.

It’s ... really embarrassing to have to admit that he always loses sparring matches against his little brother, but at least he’s not the only one. Warrior and Cecil are both a groaning mess by the end of it and Nox is still hyper on his magic while Sephiroth just follows him around with a smug, doting expression (HIS BBY MAGE. HIS. That feeling only gets worse when it comes out that Nox is a teeny clone of Noctis).

The other Materia Champions are SO CONFUSED. Because Onion Knight is one thing but .... TINY CHILD??? TINY CLONE CHILD????? (Because Noctis accidentally lets slip that Nox is his younger clone and everybody just ignore a VERY conflicted Cloud in the back having flashbacks to Advent Children but also feeling protective because TEST TUBE BBY).

Sephiroth loves his tiny murder mage. They first met outside Spiritus’s tower with Nox quietly mulling over how this was a lot like one of his dreams when Sephiroth approached and Nox looked up at him with big blue eyes and his magic fearlessly tangled around Sephiroth’s soul and Sephiroth had maybe .5 seconds to realize that THIS BOY’S MAGIC CUT OFF THE SOUND OF JENOVA when Nox is smiling up at him beatifically and asking if he’ll be Nox’s friend.

And Sephiroth is just- he’s gone. Goodbye. The Power of Cute compels you.

It only gets SO MUCH WORSE when Sephiroth overhears the clone thing and is like “is that true?” and Nox goes Quiet and then shyly talks about how Uncle raised him before Dad found them and how Nox ... doesn’t remember it really, but he dreams a lot about long metal hallways and being alone and cold and scared. About cages with monsters and cold metal tables and Sephiroth thinks back to his OWN non-childhood and he’s just-

Mine.

Mine now.

I’m following him home you can’t stop me. My clone bby.

Also bby Nox making friends with Materia’s Champions left and right despite Sephiroth following on his heels. Picture him bounding over to Y’shtola and GASPING because CAT PRINCESS. HELLO PRETTY CAT PRINCESS (because, you know, Nox has always adored cats and she DOES look like a princess to Smol Person Eyes) and picture Y’shtola’s indulgent look at this little bundle of cute even as her senses screech that she’s standing in the presence of a baby WoL.

Honestly that probably makes Y’shtola’s feels melt even FASTER.

Sephiroth and Cloud hold a tense stand-off because they hate each other but CLONE BBY.

Noctis just- sighs in the background because he should be used to his little brother’s ability to befriend Anything That Breathes by now.

#SE asks #ean-sovukau asks #Nox verse #Little Nox verse #Secret Engima Rambles

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hereisisa · 4 years

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QUARANTINE QUESTIONS

Tagged by @beingpassionateabout :)

1. Are you staying home from work/school?

Yes

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

My daughter and mother who’s now living with me after my dad passed away. My bro+pregnant wife+4 yr old kid live next door.

3. Do you have pets to keep you company?

2 dogs and 2 cats. 1 cat, the other died of tumor 3 days ago. Sigh.

4. Who do you miss the most?

A couple of friends. I don’t miss them because we talk at the phone but I miss going places and doing things with them.

5. When was the last time you left your home?

This morning to buy paint. I’m gonna try to repaint the kitchen by myself.

6. What was the last thing you bought?

Yellow paint.

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed?

I like staying home.

8. Are you a homebody?

Yes yes yes.

9. What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

I’ve troubles finding shows I like. I start one and drop it after 2-3 eps. I’ve watched greys, modern family, walking dead...shows I’ve dropped last year and now I had nothing better to do than finish them. I play animal crossing with my daughter.

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

Turin’s comic con in June :( Not sure about theatre in the West End. I should go in November.....

11. What’s the worst thing that you’ve had to cancel?

My summer trip to Norway.

12. What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel?

Daughter’ school. I shouldn’t say it, but I’m not tired of this homeschooling yet. I’m not a morning person and I hate waking up at 6.55/7 every morning on a school day.

13. Do you have any new hobbies?

Nothing new.

14. What are you out of?

Thrills. I need to travel and see places asap.

15. What music are you listening to?

Musicals ‘ soundtracks.

16. What are you reading?

Fanfictions.

17. What are you doing for self-care?

Sleeping in, doing everything I have to do without hurry.

18. Are you exercising?

Ahahahah.

19. How’s your toilet paper supply?

We use a bidet in Italy.

20. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine?

I need to do color by myself in a couple of days and I already know I’ll fuck it up. lol

Tagging @super-mam-te-moc @99884321 @freyasnotebook

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maerveil · 4 years

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50 Questions You Have Never Been Asked

i was tagged by @loverofelves :3c thank u <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

black, nothing special, my mom got it from a dollar store for me bc my old one was literally falling apart but i refused to replace it

2. A food you never eat?

the only thing i can think of that i would probably not eat even if that meant it gets thrown away is steak, or any cut of red meat. i have a lot of trouble swallowing it for some reason. most other foods i hate i would still rather eat than waste them

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

theres no really comfortable temperature for me i think. im always either too warm or too cold. but since i spend most time in my bedroom which only gets sunlight for about 4 hours a day, im usually too cold

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

painting with watercolours and listening to music

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

i avoid sweets so i dont really know the different breeds of candy bar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

ive participated in a few swimming tournaments when i was younger and a friend dragged me to see an ice hockey match a few years ago

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

'hey’ at my cats because they were climbing my shelf....

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

not really a flavour, but strawberry sundae, with real strawberries and white chocolate... theres nothing quite like it

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

tap water

10. Do you like your wallet?

its a huge black leather wallet. i wanted one like this really bad when i was like 14 yrs old, now i kinda think its too big. but i like that it has space for all kinds of clutter like cards and pictures... i want to say i feel neutral about it but considering how long ive had it im probably at least a little attached

11. What was the last thing you ate?

a small bowl of plain oats with milk for breakfast

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no... im saving my money for useless things rn!

13. The last sporting event you watched?

im really not into sports so whenever i watch sports it i dont do so deliberately. uhm. i think biathlon was on tv one time a few months ago when i visited my dad

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

i like it when its sweet but not so much that your fingers get terribly sticky from it

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

my dad probably

16. Ever go camping?

yea i went camping w my dad a lot when i was younger, almost every summer for 8 years. im mentioning my dad a lot here. we are not as close as one might think

17. Do you take vitamins?

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

no im too pretty

19. Do you have a tan?

no, but my right arm is a bit red from sitting on my balcony too long yesterday

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

depends entirely on my mood, i dont have a general preference

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

only when i want to act like a slut which is never

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

i usually wear black tights

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

I CANT DRIVE AND I NEVER WILL and if you drive above the speed limit thats +5 on your sin counter. i will know

24. What terrifies you?

those scary creepypasta images, communication, and anything unpredictable. also the possibility that jjba part 7 will be animated entirely in cgi

25. Look to your left what do you see?

a manga panel of dio i traced and taped to my wall, a bunch of jjba prints, and a tiny sticker of diego

26. What core do you hate?

if this is about music... i actually dont even want to spell out the name of that genre, thats how disgusting it is. its got to do with anime

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

that time in like, 7th grade, where english class was mostly about learning australian vocabulary

28. What is your favorite soda?

i dont drink soda im so scared of the liquid sugar but like cherry or vanilla coke probably

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

i dont ever go to fast food places, but if i did id hit the drive thru. inside its too loud and i hate when people can watch me eat

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

in person... my dad i think

31. Favorite cut of beef?

its all bad

32. Last song you listened to?

all the fools sailed away by dio (the band with real life people in it)

33. Last book you read?

der unsichtbare apfel by robert gwisdek. im still reading it actually im just too busy to finish anything rn

34. Favorite day of the week?

saturday of course!! although last night there was someone in front of my window at 3am who screamed for two seconds for seemingly no reason. this stuff doesnt happen on weekdays

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

no and im self conscious about it

36. How do you like your coffee?

black!!

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

my dr martens mary janes... easy to get in and out of... simple... cute... whats not to love. theyre starting to fall apart tho bc i wear them all the time

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

between 9 and 11 pm

39. At what time do you normally get up?

between 5 and 9 am

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

emotionally, sunrises bc sunsets remind me that the day is over and my time has run out... but aesthetically, sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

two, one weighted and one normal

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

plain white... super boring and i hate them but i used to live with a minimalist and tried to be considerate to avoid conflict

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

rum w cola or pina coladas, but i usually avoid alcohol. makes me feel like a soggy sponge and so sleepy. hate it