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the-lady-amphitrite · 8 months

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— DREAMS OF FOREVER | chapter 1

beneath that weeping willow

pairing: Avenger!Loki / f!Avenger!Reader word count: 2,980 summary: The “Can this be ours forever?” chapter in this chapter: fluff and softness, some stargazing, a smidge of anxiety/nervousness author notes: this was not a planned thing in any shape or form until like a week ago. i was hit with inspiration like lightning, and this story just kinda domino'd into my head. anyway this whole fic is also for @sarahscribbles's birthday celebration! since i only started this like a week ago, i haven't finished all of it, but i managed to incorporate all five fluff prompts into future chapters (still not sure how my brain managed that one). enjoy!

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In the waning early autumn heat, the breeze beneath the weeping willow is almost chilly in the encroaching night. You've been out here for probably much longer than you need to, but you need everything to be perfect before Loki arrives.

You take a breath, and then turn on the fairy lights that Tony helped you hang and weave into the weeping willow’s branches earlier. The lights bathe the area in a soft, enchanting gold, illuminating the space just as you imagined and hoped they would. You’ve laid out a rusty red blanket you’d rummaged out from Wanda’s closet beneath the canopy. On the blanket, you’ve spread out a simple but lovely picnic for tonight.

When you exhale, the tension that’s lived in your shoulders the entire week finally flees. Tonight’s date is the most important one you’ll ever have. If it wasn’t so important, you’d worry less about how everything looks.

But tonight is the night you plan to propose to your boyfriend.

It surprised you earlier to hear it’s something that many of the other Avengers have expected for a while. When Tony asked why he was helping you set this up instead of Loki, you’d barely choked out the request for his silence before you’d seen understanding dawn on his face. You’d breathed a sigh of relief when Tony quickly swore to you he wouldn’t tell Loki, one that only took off the edge of your nerves.

Then (in typical Tony fashion) he’d followed up his promise with a smirk as he said, “You know, we took bets after your anniversary last year about who would ask who, and how much longer it was gonna be before it happened.”

Tossing a new string of lights up to his armour so it could weave the lights around another branch, you’d been quiet for several moments. Your nerves rattled and fizzled around as the words tumbled around your mind. The fact your friends had a bet about when you and Loki would get engaged shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise to you as it was — you and Loki had been part of betting on Wanda and Vision’s future engagement a couple of years ago yourselves. It felt different this time though, knowing your friends all felt confident enough to take bets on your proposal.

Finally, you’d asked, “’When’? Not ‘if’?”

“If any of us had any questions on ‘if’ still, we lost them after your anniversary trip. I mean, the guy took you to meet that aunt of his while you were on Vanaheimr after all. Pretty serious stuff, introducing the two of you.”

You couldn’t really argue about that. Loki’s Aunt Fulla had been a gracious host for the hours you’d stopped by her home. It’d given you a glimpse at the Loki she had known as he grew up. The one who’d adored his mother, and learned to wield magic from her until it was as easy as breathing for him to use. Softer and shyer than the Loki you’ve known. It was a privilege to be allowed such a glimpse into the boy he’d been compared to the god he’s become. Thinking about that day still brings a smile to your face.

“Did anyone win?” you ask Tony, curious about who’d guessed correctly when they’d made their bets.

“Uh, a few people placed bets on you proposing first, yeah.”

When he didn’t elaborate, you started pestering him for names. It was futile though, which you should have known before you even started trying. When Tony wants to keep things to himself, he’s remarkably good at it.

You shake your head, dispelling the memory with a fond smile. Turning off the fairy lights, you let the darkness of the rapidly approaching twilight hour wash through your little haven once more. You blink, blinded by the sudden loss of illumination, but you move beneath the weeping willow with a familiarity born of hours that stretch into days spent beneath this tree.

All you can do now is wait for Loki to arrive. He’ll arrive soon; you'd asked Tony to send Loki out to you once he got back to the Compound, and you know Loki won’t leave you waiting for long. Knowing him, he’s itching to learn why you and Tony were gone for the last few hours.

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You hear his voice well before you hear his approach.

“Dove? Are you out here?” Loki’s voice calls out. You can already hear the smile he’s wearing, and the warmth that’s drenching every word he says to you. It's a familiar call, one he's made to you more times than you can count on your hands.

“I’m here,” you answer. You don’t turn on the fairy lights just yet, waiting for him to close the distance before you do.

You hold still as you wait for him to get closer, feeling the thundering of your heart and the shaking in your hands. After everything that the two of you have gone through to get to this moment, you have the brief thought that you shouldn’t be this nervous. The roots that nourish this love are strong now. When you can just begin to make him out in the moonless dark, you tap the button to turn on the fairy lights once more, letting the soft glow of lights reveal you as you stand just outside the branches.

You watch Loki come to a halt mid-step as he catches sight of you. Illuminated by the golden glow in your favourite long-sleeved dress, hands folded over the remote for the lights. He straightens quickly, hands tucked into the pockets of dark jeans. His dark green sweater is plain enough to make one assume it’s nothing fancy, but you know better. Loki’s taste for clothing runs towards finer, richer items because it’s what he knows and enjoy. His eyes sweep over you, taking in the sight of you in that affectionate, disbelieving way he so often does. Like you’re a constellation burning in the night sky that has captured his attention, and he’s studying it with the desire to memorise every shift in the way it glows before the universe collapses and it’s gone forever.

You let him approach at his own pace, watching how his eyes take in the sight of you. You can tell when he finally sees the picnic blanket you’d laid out with a beautiful arrangement of finger foods you both love. It’s in the way his eyes catch on something just to your left. Sandwiches, and fruits kabobs, and small charcuterie boards, and little juice boxes.

You watch the way he stops a few feet from you and swallows. He’s noticed that all the finger sandwiches on one platter are layered exactly how he prefers. How the fruit kabobs you made for him are full of cucumbers but sparse of strawberries. That the juice boxes are all fruity but lack anything with strawberries or grapes.

It’s in every curve of his face, how surprised you’ve made him feel tonight with this date that’s barely even begun. You’ve caught this god (who’s seen places, and things, and people you can barely imagine) off-guard with such small gestures of thoughtfulness for foods and drinks he truly enjoys. Like even after four years, he never expects you to pay enough attention to him to know these small preferences.

“Hi,” you say, breaking the silence.

Loki’s eyes come back to you, and he looks at you with a smile. He steps forward, closing the large gap between the two of you. Placing one hand on your hip, he says a soft, “Hello, darling,” before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You can’t help the smile that dances wide on you face at the gesture.

“I must say, this is quite the surprise,” Loki says, lips brushing the words against your skin.

“Do you like it?” you ask him, reaching out to wrap your arms around him. The hand on your hip moves, wrapping around to pull you close.

“It’s exquisite. Much as you are.” His face finds your neck, and he lets out a soft breath. Against your skin, he says, “I’ve missed you.”

“You saw me earlier,” you retort laying your head against him. You can feel the smile that dances on his lips, hear that amused little hum he loves to make.

“Yes. Plenty of time to miss the treasure of my heart,” he replies.

It elicits a soft laugh from you. One that promptly turns into a surprised squeal when he suddenly lifts you, his hands wrapped around the back of your thighs as he holds you aloft. You feel the flush that warms your cheeks as you look into Loki’s eyes. They twinkle with mischief and mirth as he carries you over to the picnic blanket, keeping you in his arms as he goes to sit.

His legs fold beneath with a careful elegance that you’re not sure anyone else could hope to replicate, setting the both of you down with barely a jostle. With a deft hand, he takes the remote for the fairy lights from you hand, tossing it into the open top of the picnic basket.

“What’s on my menu this evening?” Loki asks, settling his hands on your hips.

“Only the finest for my Crown Prince of Asgard,” you tell him. You gesture grandly with one hand to the various foods, then begin telling him all that you had gathered for tonight’s date. Your nerves start to settle some as you do, Loki’s attention focused on you and you alone in this moment.

When you’re done, he picks up one of the finger sandwiches that you’d made for yourself. He holds it up for you, and when you take a bite he smiles.

“Will there be dessert tonight, kærastan mín? Or will I need to wait until we return to the Compound?” he asks. The low, rumbling timber of his words give away their less-than-innocent meaning.

“Perhaps. You’ll just have to see, won’t you?” You grin at him, and then pluck the rest of the sandwich from between his fingers with your teeth.

The laugh he lets out at your words is cut off abruptly when your lips meet in a brief, searing kiss. For several long moments the world falls silent and still in your mind. Everything is this moment. Everything is him. And this is a moment that lasts and lasts, until soft lips part reluctantly. You could kiss him for eternity.

“I love you, kærastinn minn,” you tell him quietly. You’ve said those words so many times before, and you will happily say them a million times more if you can.

“As I love you,” he answers just as quietly, thumb sweeping slowly across your cheek. You’re content with this moment more than you can put into words.

In time you have to move from Loki’s lap, the position growing uncomfortable for you to remain in. You’re reluctant to leave your boyfriend’s hold though, and so you end up tucked against his side with your legs laid across his lap instead. Held close by the one you love so deeply as the two of you chatter and eat, your nerves about tonight ease more and more.

Tonight will be the night you ask him to be yours forever, you know that for certain. For now though, you just want to live in this blissfully comfortable moment. You’ll know when to ask him, somehow. You just know it.

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You’ve lost track of time tonight.

Too lost in the haze of love and laughter that settles over you beneath that weeping willow’s branches, you don't even really notice how quickly the time passes. On this moonless night, you've choose to enjoy your late night picnic with Loki rather than think about time. Food disappears in waves as the two of you speak, trading stories and thoughts until only crumbs are left.

You don’t recall how it happens, or who suggests it. All you remember is that at some point the fairy lights are turned off, and the picnic blanket is dragged from beneath the weeping willow so you could stargaze. Curled against Loki’s side, the god conjures a throw blanket to cover the both of you with. It encourages you to burrow against his side, sharing the warmth to help ward off the autumn nip. And in his hold, you listen to Loki tell you the stories of a few constellations once known to the Asgardians.

First, he regales you with the stories of the first Einherjar warrior, Vígi, and his many heroic deeds before his fall at the talons of a Múspellsheimr dragon. Then, he tells you about the vargablóm, a mythical flower with the power to lull even the most fiercesome of enemies to sleep. The final constellation he tells you of is that of two lovers, Egilmar and Odila. Two ancient rulers of Álfheimr who listened to the wise raven Sýn in order to win a great battle against invaders from beyond Yggdrasill.

His words weave the tale of each constellation’s story in a way that grapples your senses, eliciting gasps and questions that clearly delight him. You can hear the clash of elven blades against their enemies, and Sýn’s warnings to the elven leaders she served for so many decades. You can hear the great roar of the dragon as Vígi faces off against it to save Asgard as it tore across the realm, and you can smell the vargablóm as it lulls to sleep a merciless wolf that once stalked the fens of Asgard. It makes you feel as if you witnessed every moment he describes personally.

It’s only after his last tale that Loki falls silent once more. And it’s only then that you find the courage to speak.

“Do you ever think about it?” You ask him quietly.

“How beautiful you are?” he asks. You feel the soft press of lips against the crown of your head. “Often. Hourly, if I’m able to.”

You pinch his hip, feeling your boyfriend jump as you say, “Flirt.”

You can almost see the way Loki rolls his eyes and smiles at you. His arms tighten around you, like any space that’s appeared in the last five minutes cannot be tolerated. It makes your heart stumble and whirl, a soft heat blossoming and growing outward. Your nerves tremble, knowing how much this god not only adores you, but cherishes and worships you.

“Your flirt,” he says. You look up at him, finding exactly what you expected. Adoration and love are etched into every curve of his gentle expression. His eyes are trained on you, in a way that makes you wonder if he’s looked away from you since you curled up against his side. His hand tenderly cups your jaw, his thumb tracing softly against the curve of your cheek. “You know I am only yours, dear heart.”

Your tongue feels stuck and heavy in your mouth. You do know Loki is yours, and yours alone. He's shown you, again and again, his unwavering loyalty towards you.

Just as your heart belongs to him, Loki's heart belongs to you.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. It's achingly soft, full of every ounce of joy and love he feels in this moment. A reminder that, no matter how many dates the two of you have, he cherishes each one as if it is the best one yet. You close your eyes, soaking up this unexpectedly needed reassurance of how much he loves you.

"Beautiful," Loki murmurs. He presses another kiss against your temple — one that is swifter, but just as soft and full of affection as the last.

"Someone's feeling extra affectionate this evening." Your words carry a playful undertone, and you feel the rumble of his laugh vibrate through your torso and the arm laid against his chest in response.

"This is a date, is it not?" he asks. This time he presses a slow, lingering kiss to your cheek. "Am I not allowed to shower the one I love with extra affection on our dates?"

Your nerves sizzle and spark at his words. If you can keep your nerves from tying your tongue into knots, this will be so much more than just a date. It will be the night that you ask him to be your husband.

His nose bumps against yours. Warm, gentle breaths cascade over your lips. Without any thought behind it, you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. The kiss is as slow as molten rock. Unhurried, blisteringly warm, and so full of the devotion and deep love you have for one another.

Hands move slowly. Yours to his face, cradling it with tender desire. His slide around to your hips, pulling you atop him. One hand leaves your hip, pulling the blanket up to keep you covered and warm, then curls itself across the back of your neck. Callouses earned from a thousand years of wielding instruments of music and of death run gently over bare skin. The touch leaves a trail of goosebumps behind, one that send a shiver down your spine.

You draw back slightly, letting your nose brush against the side of Loki's.

"On dates, yes." Your voice comes out more breathless than you’d expected. “I did ask a question though, my love."

Loki is quiet for a few heartbeats, and then lets out a nervous chuckle. “I seem to have forgotten the question. Remind me?”

You’re not entirely certain if it’s his heartbeat or yours that you feel leaping through your hands then. It’s strong regardless, anchoring you just enough to ask the question again.

“Do you ever think about it? How we got to this moment?”

You wonder if he knows that for you, every second has been worth it to get to this night.

( next chapter )

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wiiwarechronicles · 9 months

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Complication of Elsie (Yogurt’s cat plush)

#becos of amphi I’m writing a stupid amount of stuff about her smiles #maidsmess #parfait au #elspeth dsmp

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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sarahscribbles · 8 months

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What’s the Loki writer drama? (I’m too old and out of touch to be able to look it up, but too curious to let it go without asking about it)

So @the-lady-amphitrite said “hey, I think Loki would fuck a dragon” and I was like Amphi, what the fuck? Loki wouldn’t fuck a dragon. A horse? Maybe. But a dragon???

First of all, how is he going to reach it? And secondly, that shit would hurt!

But anyway, Amphi got their side arguing that Loki would fuck a dragon and I’ve got my side arguing that no the fuck he wouldn’t.

Now, Amphi is threatening to write a 42 part epic fantasy about Loki’s search for this fuckable dragon. It’s literally been so stupid, but whatever

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amphitriteswife · 2 months

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happy Valentine’s Day!!! thank u for making 2023 and 2024 tolerable I look forward to talking to u everyday every second and hour your like a Angel sent from heaven like istg no one is as real,loyal,graceful,intelligent,strong and amazing as you! you inspire me to continue doing what I love and I goddamm love you for that! I hope you have the best Valentine’s Day ever cause w u everyday is Valentine’s Day consdering how much love ya show me everyday thank you genuinely for being amazing and continue that way mwah!

ONG PANIII YOUR SO SWEET AND AMBITIOUS AND SMART AND LOYAL AND STRONG AND CARING AND LOVING AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I WISH YOU A HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TOO.

You also inspired me to make a lot more of amphy content and actually continuo writing, for most if the time i just lurked around not writing anything. But when i went to the amphy hashtag the only blog i could find was you, you inspired me to actually make my own version of amphy. Looking back at it, when i didn’t have an account yet I always usually visited your blog. It has humor and depth to it unlike some others who are just there for the boombayah (no hate) I always wondered why you were so underrated so now that I do have an account i wish to support you in any and every way

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv amphitrite #ror amphitrite #amphitrite #poseidon #snv #ror #miss sea nymphy pani #I LOVE YOU TOOOO #HAPPY VALENTINES DAY PANII

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divinemackerel · 2 months

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Connecting your line…

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Welcome to the divinemackerel page :-D!

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Hello! If you don’t know me, I am Mack/Earl/Divine, but if you do, I am Amphi :-3c I am Agender, Whimsykind (a homemade label) and Queer!

This is my personal blog where I talk about my current interests such as (i may forget to update this list) :

TF2/Speeding Bullet/Red Oktoberfest/Engiespy

Space/Space Probes

Cybercore/2000s Technology

Writing (Often) Terrible Poetry

RvB

My OCs

I love interaction, so don’t be shy to leave a comment or send an ask or whatever :-D i love answering questions. That being said if I say “don’t rb” or “don’t reblog” in the tags, please don’t!

Under the Cut is my new and improved Tag System, and I will eventually put my blinkies/userboxes there too! Feel free to check it out if you’re looking for smth.

Current Tags

mack.og <- for my original posts! I may forget to tag stuff with this lol mack.art mack.asks mack.ocs <- posts about my ocs mack.rb <- posts I have rbed that aren't my own mack.vent <- for my vent posts. Feel free to filter this!!!

Fandom Tags

mack.tf <- For tf2 headcanons and the like! mack.ub <- For my userboxes! Feel free to request one btw :-0!

Retired Tags

fungi.burs <- an old tag for archiving art of an old fav few characters. I probably won’t blog about them much anymore, but I might occasionally rb art.

I’ll add to this as needed!

#pinned #intro #mack.og

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logogreffe · 1 year

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Shortened Words in French (Apocope) Part 1

See Part 0

The following shortened words are really common, and I would argue, could be used in formal setting as well as informal.

(I guess the full version is always better, but "kinésithérapeute" is too long, I'm not saying that)

- L'actualité -> L'actu // the news ; current affairs

- Adolescent -> ado // teenager

- Amphithéâtre -> amphi // amphitheatre

(J'ai cours en amphi dans une heure // I have a lecture in an hour)

- Climatisation -> clim // air conditioning

- Diapositive -> diapo // slide show (presentation) or the slide

- Le Baccalauréat -> le Bac // French High School Diploma

(Note : La BAC is "Brigade anti-criminalité" aka Anti-Crime Squad)

- Récréation -> récré // recess

- Exposition -> expo // exhibition

- Exercice -> exo // exercise

- Introduction -> intro // introduction/preface

- fluorescent -> fluo // fluorescent (adj)

Note : Fluo could also refer to an "highlighter" (not the makeup thingy but the colored pen) also called "surligneur" in French

Tu peux me prêter ton fluo s'il te plait ? // Can you lend me your highlighter please?

- professionnel -> pro // professional

- gymnastique -> gym // gymnastics

- professeur -> prof // teacher

- publicitié -> pub // advertisement (ad)

- information -> info // information

- kilogramme -> kilo // kilogram

- microphone -> micro // microphone (mic)

- photographie -> photo // picture (pic)

- télévision -> télé // television

- promotion -> promo // promotion ; discount

Note : "promo" can't be used to refer to a change of work position.

To promote something = faire la promotion de qqc ou faire la promo de qqc ; 50% de promo = a 50% discount

- Names of school subject often shortened :

Géographie -> géo // geography

Biologie -> bio // biology

économie -> éco // economics

philosophie -> philo // philosophy

Mathématiques -> maths // mathematics (math)

(For some reason there is an "s" in "maths" in French)

- Names of medical professionnals often shortened :

Ophtalmologue -> ophtalmo // ophthalmologist

Gynécologue -> gynéco // gynecologist

Dermatologue -> dermato // dermatologist

Ostéopathe -> ostéo // osteopath

Kinésithérapeute -> kiné // physiotherapist

Note : Please don't say "gastro" if you want to say "gastro-entérologue" (gastroentorologist) , gastro = stomach bug

- Sport names :

football -> foot // soccer

volley-ball -> volley // volleyball

basket-ball -> basket // basketball

Note : baskets could also refer to shoes in French

handball -> hand [not pronounced as the English "hand"] // handball

Final Note :

You're technically not supposed to write any of the shortened version down but if you're texting and using them in the plural, I would suggest putting an "s" at the end, it looks better !

"des ados", "des profs", "des kinés", "les pubs"...

See part 2

#french #frenchblr #learning french #langblr #apprendre le français #language learning

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tripleyeeet · 3 months

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Nehiri loves jasmine white tea, but a good fruity black tea would be very welcome as well! she thanks you for the tea and snacks, she definitely does need them c:

the amount of research i did after i settled on a basic outline for Nehiri's backstory was insane, actually 😂 and it involved reading up on a lot of history for the Sword Coast, tieflings, elves, tl;dr's of Baldur's Gate and Baldur's Gate 2, different classes, different nature gods (to figure out the best fit for Nehiri's story and how to finagle it into her history with her Grove), and the entirety of the Descent into Avernus module! not to mention i had to create the history and details of House Rumaer from scratch.

as far as the 1000 page novel about her history, uh. well i did start writing her fic which goes over a bunch of it kinda?? it definitely deals a lot with the Avernus bit of her life because the living members of the Hellturel party show up and she maybe punches one of them in the face immediately upon seeing him

also thank you! i kinda designed her originally without much thought outside of "blue-based tiefling", and her look kinda evolved afterwords through various small tweaks. her eyes being the colour they are though was always an intentional choice because they always did look like they could be unsettling, and that was something i liked the idea of. and fun fact: the blue hair and horns are dyed; both are naturally black! after some Forced Character Growth and wrangling with the way she's lost all her family, she stops colouring them on the journey back to Baldur's Gate.

also. the way i RAN to get some screenshots of Hope and Romeia. i don't have any for Aeran (yet), but i hope these will suffice in the meantime!

this is Hope! after a heavy redesign from the original version of her i made lmao

she's an Archfey Warlock/Phantom Rogue, pacted to Titania of the Summer Court. the marks on her chin are part of her pact with Titania, and the bit on her forehead she had done to match the feel some time later.

i went with a slightly more elvish look for Hope since Aeran is a high elf, and i really wanted that difference in lineage to be something a bit obvious and visually sets her and Nehiri apart in the eyes of their peers, even from an early age. so she gets a bit of a golden tone to her skin and purple eyes, though she still has all the other markers for a tiefling.

this is Romeia!

she is not classed in anything. her entire life was literally just being the pretty daughter of a prominent merchant who rebelled for a little bit and had Nehiri with a tiefling who left for Elturel married Lord Aeran and they had two daughters. she was very much someone who was used to the finer luxuries of life, and really only concerned herself with being Lady Rumaer. her outfit is actually the same colours as House Rumaer (purple and gold), and the amount of dyes i went through to find this combo is, quite frankly, absurd. i love it though, i'm so happy with the way she came out!!

oh my god, amphi i love all of this. sorry this isn’t a very responsive response but my brain is currently fried and all i can think is wow, i wish i had your drive and patience. your dedication really shows!!!

(also hope is such a cutie, she can come for tea too because this is now an au where everyone lives. zayis is coming too because her love language is acts of service, specifically by brewing everyone in camp their morning/coffee!)

#asks #nehiri #show and tav

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fandxmslxt69 · 7 months

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whoever voted for you to write "the 1" is on my hitlist THAT SHIT HURTED SO MUCH

Amphi i TRULY love you so so much but please be prepared for the day that comes out <3

maybe I will turn it into a mini series so they can live happily !!!!

#clem talks <3 #Amphi <3

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irxnmaiden · 1 year

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(various topics meme) 15, 18, 26, and 29. :)

rpc thoughts/opinions prompt! [✉️]

#15. icons

icons are rly fun honestly! i think they have the ability to add a lot of personality to a scene, and sometimes can assist in establishing context or helping to emphasize tone. THAT all said, i don’t find them necessary at all—i’m primarily here to read threads, so icons or no icons, the writing is where my focus remains and my interests lie!! i don’t bypass blogs just bc they go icon-less, in fact its oftentimes the opposite? i love seeing how ppl can use their words alone to paint the entire picture. whichever way someone chooses to express their muse is valid tbh, do what feels comfortable!

#18. fanon interpretations

throw a stone and hit any of my muses, and it's apparent how over-the-top and carried away i get from canon lmao... pkmn is the perf franchise for it too; not only are the settings vast and the thematic concepts plentiful, but there is often a lot of negative space to fill on these muses’ canvases (this seems esp true for most canon characters in the earlier games). i aim for my interpretations to feel realistic (to some degree) so i do keep in mind the little canon i am given... but that’s still more for reference, and not something i strictly abide by. its thrilling how ppl have fun w their muses’ exploits and interpersonal relationships, i’m so here for how muns deviate from canon in order to conceptualize something entirely new.

yes i understand in retrospect i absolutely did not understand the topic lmao

#26. your character

jasmine, jasmine... i will never forget witnessing her for the first time ;; it was after school, while watching my friend nick play gold before a crowd of like 12 of us (he was that kid that always had new games right when they came out lol his family had it made like that). he was just reaching the jasmine gym battle by the time i walked up. as you can imagine, being an elementary schooler i was not using the internet as it was back then much at all, so leaks etc were not accessible to me (what few leaks existed at the time, that is); same was true for p much everyone else in my grade, so none of us had any idea about the slayage we were in for. we all saw the two magnemite and kinda brushed them off like “lmao that’s cute”, the disappointment was kinda real ngl 💀 but that disappointment didn’t last long whatsoever, bc the second she sent steelix out... the collective gasps in that lunchroom, lemme tell you! it was quite possibly the greatest thing any of us had ever seen in our lives up to that point, so serious when i say lives were changed that day ;;

so then when i finally received the game a couple months later, i was so excited to get to her gym and battle her for myself. i fell more in love going thru the amphy plotline, and the rest was history as they’d say. she was (and still is) a v overlooked character, but writing her is tons of fun c: (as is seeing her get some exposure from pokemas!) srry this was long-winded as HELL-

#29. your first muse

for the pkmn fandom, my first ever muse was (surprise) misty! this was back on lj, in a community that prob died out in 06 lmao. she was a lot of fun to explore, and became the perf gateway muse before i decided to try exploring diff personalities within the pkmn universe. ive written her since several times, and she’s grown into a more developed muse of mine following that first incarnation for sure. always will have a soft spot in my heart for miss kasumi ♡

#::🧚 ooc.#mtsilvermute #got a lil carried away skfsgk ty for sending these c:#long post

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infinitystoner · 10 months

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manifesting the writing worms 🍈🥝🍍

amphi - I think the worms worked! anyway...

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

In a surprise to no one, Loki is the blorbo. At his core, Loki is a multiplicious character, and I think that's why I adore him. He is charming but also deeply introspective. There is a quiet reasoning behind everything thing he does. He's calculating and intelligent. Cunning and unpredictable — a true trickster.

Loki is protective — not just of those he cares about but of himself, his emotions. He's a very guarded person, and his trust is sacred.

Through his canonical arc, Loki experiences a fundamental transformation unlike any other character in the MCU. His trauma and self-loathing, his search for his place in the universe, the way many of his actions are fueled by his heartbreak, his continuous sacrifices...

I could talk about this all day! But I digress. My goal as a writer is to honor these characteristics and tenets of his psyche each time I write for Loki while also creating a world in which he can heal, be revered, and, most importantly, be loved.

EDIT: Oh, shit! I almost forgot my favorite insane headcanon. When on Midgard, Loki doesn't use a cell phone. The technology is inferior, and he finds texting absolutely ridiculous.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

MUTUAL PINING. Angst. Loki Needs a Hug.

🍍 I already answered here. send me a fruity ask!

#in which i say a lot of things about loki #loki headcanon #infinitystoner answers

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"Let us then hear how Philosophy interprets this. She says thus: Saturn first secured dominion in Italy; and seizing people for his harvest prerogative, he was named Saturn, for glutting (saturando). Also his wife is named Ops because she brought help (opem) to the hungry. He is the son of Pollus, either for his heavy strength (pollendo) of from the wealth of high living (pollucibilitate), which we call the human state. Whence Plautus in the comedy Epidicus says: “Drink up, we live as sumptuously (pollucibiliter) as the Greeks.” He is depicted with head covered because all crops with their cover of leaves are protected in a shady enclosure. He is reported as having devoured his own sons because every season devours what it produces; and for good reason he carries a scythe, either because every season turns back on itself like the curved blades of scythes or on account of the crops; whence also he is said to have been castrated, because all the strength of crops is cut down and cast into the fluids of the belly as into the sea, just as Venus is produced from these circumstances because they necessarily produce lust. Apollophanes also in his epic poem writes that Saturn is for sacrum nun, because nus in greek means sense, or for satorem nun, as for he divine intelligence as it creates all things. Along with him they add four other children, that is first Jove, second Juno, third Neptune, fourth Pluto. Pollus they explain as poli filium, the father of the four elements.

That is, first Jove, for fire, whence he is called Zeus in Greek, for Zeus by interpretation of the Greek can be called either life, or explained because they say, as Heraclitus claims, that everything is animate through life-giving fire, or because this element give heat. Second is Juno, for air, whence she is called Hera in Greek. Although they should take air as masculine, yet she is also Jove’s sister, because the two elements are truly akin; and she is Jove’s wife, because air joined to fire grows hot. For both Theopompus in his Cyprian poem and Hellanicus in the Dios politia written by him declare that Juno was bound by Jove with golden chains and weighed down with iron fetters, by which they mean no less than that air joined to heaven’s fire produces a union of the two elements down below, that is water and earth, which are denser elements than their two counterparts above.

The third element, of water, they explained as Neptune, whom in Greek they also call Poseidon, for pion idonan, which in Latin we call making shapes, for the reason that only this element makes for itself shapes of what things are in store, something which is possible for no other of the four elements. He is depicted carrying a trident because his watery office is discharged in triple strength – that is, mobility, productiveness, and importance for drinking. They assign to this Neptune as wife Amphitrite (in Greek we call amphi all around), because water is confined by all three elements, that is, both in the sky, in its atmosphere and clouds, and on earth – for instance, springs and wells.

They also say that Pluto was the ruler of a quarter of the earth (for plutos in Greek they call riches), believing that riches were assigned only to earth. They also said that he was banished to the underworld because this sole produe of the earth is more hidden than the other elements. He carried a scepter in his hand because his dominions extended only to earth."

- Fulgentius, Mythologies

#saturn #saturnus #jupiter #zeus #juno #hera #neptunus #neptune #poseidon #pluto #allegoresis #quotes #excerpts

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the-lady-amphitrite · 24 days

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— DREAMS OF FOREVER | chapter 2

a world so full of broken hearts

pairing: Avenger!Loki / f!Avenger!Reader word count: 2,395 summary: The "You found me and gave me your hand" chapter in this chapter: this chapter opens with anxiety and some crying, mentions of The Blip and trying to return to a normal life after The Blip, a moment of Loki being soft and reassuring, i think this chapter technically makes this a strangers to lovers fanfic author notes: @sarahscribbles's didn't believe me when i said i could post another chapter of one of my fics today. unfortunately for her, this one has been sitting around finished while i work on future chapters and A Fairytale Beginning. naturally, i had to (lovingly) spite her and prove her wrong. so, enjoy the new chapter! also, if any of you were waiting patiently for the proposal… i'm gonna tell you now that you'll have to wait more. welcome to the flashback era of this fic! you all will hate me before we return to the proposal era (warning)

( previous chapter | read on ao3 | series masterlist )

THEN, AUGUST 5TH, 2023; AVENGERS TOWER, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

The door to the bathroom swings shut behind you, the sounds of the gala immediately dimming to a whisper of noise. It’s quiet in here. The quick clack of your shoes against the tile are thunderous in comparison.

You need a few minutes away from all of that. A few minutes of quiet to pull yourself back together.

You lay your hands against the sink counter, leaning into it. Closing your eyes, you take deep, slow breaths to calm your shaking hands and sprinting heartbeat. Words spoken so blithely near you echo in your ears. It’s a struggle to push them down, to not let the hungry maw of haunting loss that nips at your heels so relentlessly swallow you like a minnow.

Try as you might though, the tears come.

One by one, they splatter on the counter. You refuse to wipe your eyes. No matter how much you want to rid yourself of the evidence of these cracks you can’t. The chance of smearing your makeup, of making it obvious how hard you broke while in this bathroom, is too great for you to even consider it for more than a second.

You’ve held yourself together so well since joining with the branch of Avengers based in New York City. Three months and ten days — or something close to that. You honestly lost count of the days during your first month. All you’ve known since you joined this team is how to keep yourself busy. It's made falling asleep easier. Kept you from turning too many thoughts over when you could barely do more than fall into your bed and pass out each night.

Vines of your power slither and tighten through your whole body. Squeezing and puncturing, just like the thorny vines you favour in combat. Your fingers curl harshly against the counter's edge. Gripping it desperately as you try to swallow back the tears and the heavy ache in your chest.

In the five years you were Blipped, so many things changed. Friends, acquaintances, a situationship; practically all of it was gone in the blink of an eye for you. Your situationship moved on with her life the best she could after you were dusted. The friends and acquaintances who remained left to chase whatever life they could cling to in the aftermath of the Blip. Your room at Xavier’s school even became a tomb to the person everyone chose to remember you as — a shadow, a far cry from who you truly are.

Losing each bit of your life left you with too many questions, and too many what if?’s. You’ve become haunted by those five years in a way those who remained weren’t.

A piece of you hopes desperately you aren’t the only one who is.

There’s a brief swell of sound from the bathroom door opening. Panic surges through you in that exact moment. Your head whips up, and you catch sight of your eyes. Wide, glassy, and tinged red from tears. It’s a sight that locks you in place, preventing you from hiding in one of the stalls before a woman in a dark green suit walks around the corner.

Her suit is cut well to her figure, and there’s a flash of a black shirt beneath the jacket. Her black hair is pulled into a high, sleek ponytail, showing off the dangling golden earrings that flash against the bathroom lights. She’s looking down at her phone with a scowl though, thumbs flying across the keyboard as she hammers out some message. For a split second, you think she might bypass you entirely without noticing. Then, her eyes flick up from her phone mid-typing and briefly lock with yours in the mirror.

You tear your gaze away instantly. Barely more than a few horrific seconds pass before she's at your side. You tense, and then you see a handkerchief extended to you.

"They really are quite nasty, are they not?" You don't take the handkerchief, but you do look at her, not understanding what she means. A small, gentle smile decorates lips painted charcoal and ink before she elaborates. "The ones here who did none of the fighting to save the universe. They believe money and influence will save them by throwing it at us, but many of them wouldn't even consider lifting a finger to truly help. The rest would balk at the first true sign of danger to their lives.”

“How did you…?”

She lifts the handkerchief a tad and brings her other hand up towards your chin. A silent question, one that you nod your answer to.

Her fingers are gentle as she grips your chin, her green eyes focused as she slowly dabs away the tears on your face.

“Know you helped save the universe?” Her eyes lock onto yours again for just a brief second, then look down. “For one, you wear one of those ridiculous pins Anthony insisted we all wear for this event.”

Ah. You’d looped yours onto a necklace chain, unable to come up with an idea of where to put it on your dress. You take the pin between your fingers, feeling the solid weight of it and the barely-there way the chain digs at the sides of your neck.

“And… for two?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, darling, but you don’t look like you belong out there.” Her hand disappears from your chin, and she draws back, placing her handkerchief on the counter. Before the feelings inside you can burn and churn for too many seconds, she continues speaking.

“I don’t mean outwardly. Your dress, your hair, your makeup, your jewellery; it all fits the part of appearing to be one of them. I mean here.” She gestures to her mouth. “You do not speak as they do.”

Your not sure what compels you to raise an eyebrow and ask her in a sharp tone, “And you do?”

She flashes a razor-sharp smile at you in return, one that sends goosebumps racing up your arms. “I’ve played their game of tongues far longer than I care to recall.”

When she doesn’t elaborate, you let it drop. Though you search your memories desperately to remember what her name might be, you can’t recall it. You can’t even remember what all the different pins mean, though you know they were designed to indicate what branch of the Avengers everyone operates from.

Yours is silver, and features the Tower’s windows etched in the A’s left side — one of the few that has a more obvious connotation for its branch. Her pin isn’t silver, it’s black. And where the etched point of an arrow on the A is for yours, hers has an hourglass instead. You can’t recall seeing such a design worn by anyone else, and it makes you wonder how far she travelled to come to tonight’s event.

“Were you Blipped?” The question falls from suddenly your lips, unbidden. The heaviness of what drove you in here still lingers and chokes your limbs. It’s quieter than before, but you can still feel it slipping through your veins and shaking your fingers.

Her face falls, and her eyes focus on nothing. She looks away and stares at the mirror, but you can tell she’s not seeing anything in it.

“No.” There’s a melancholic ache to the woman’s words. “But my brother was.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, your response almost reflexive. You know from others that being left behind, being left with nothing more than dust and memories, was horrific. In many, different ways, it’s just like being dusted has left you feeling. “Is he safe now?”

“Yes,” is her quick, obviously relieved reply. She turns back to you, all sharp green eyes and a pleasant smile — though there’s a tightness to it now. A wall meant to shut you out, erected right before your eyes. It hurts in a way; you think it shouldn’t. The two of you are strangers to the other, after all. “We’re all safer, now that the Mad Titan and his allies are vanquished. It will not be the last cosmic threat this planet faces, but none have quite the… ambitions that he did.”

It clicks then — she must be one of the aliens you’ve heard helped the Avengers during the Blip. The ones who come and go in that orange spaceship that you’ve seen on the Tower’s helipad before. You’d seen a few members of the group itself from afar earlier, as the various branches of Avengers trickled in. With all the mingling you’ve had to do since you arrived, you hadn’t managed to make it around enough of the room to be formally introduced yet.

“What’s it like? Up there I mean?”

“It’s different. Quite different, really.” When you respond with only a tilt of your head, her eyebrows raise. Like she wasn’t expecting for you to let her explain. Her lips quirk up even more for a brief moment, and then she extends her arm for you to take.

You do so without any hesitation, letting her lead you out of the bathroom and back to the gala. She steers you past everyone else, headed straight for the wall of windows that overlook the blazing skyline of New York City at night. Only then does she unloop her arm from yours. She presses her fingertips together and then spreads her hands in a way you understand is meant as a gesture at everything beyond the window. “Think of what you know about how your realm works, and then simply imagine it on a galactic scale. Much of it translates across species, though not always a simple one-to-one.”

You listen as she explains (in very basic terms) what she means by this. Most of it goes over your head, but listening to her is a welcome distraction. Even without understanding everything she’s saying, you understand that she’s seen so much more of the universe than you ever thought exists.

The gala behind you continues on, but the two of you are left alone in peace as the beautiful stranger speaks. She pantomimes with elegant sweeps of her hands to emphasise different points, drawing your eyes to them again and again as they move. Her mouth moves in dancing lines, folding letters together to help you understand everything she speaks of. Those soft green eyes of hers move between you, the world outside, and back, again and again throughout. And she stills whenever you ask something before answering.

You are captivated by her.

It’s in the middle of explaining something about flying cat mounts on a planet called Vanaheimr that she suddenly stops speaking. Your eyes were on her hands again, and though they jump back to her face quickly, they jump right back when you see her reach into her suit pocket. She pulls out her phone, looking at the screen with something akin to annoyance. It morphs into an apologetic smile as she looks up at you. You know without her telling you that this conversation has come to an abrupt end.

“It’s my brother.”

You want to linger. Something in you longs to stay here, in this moment. But you can't. So you smile at her in return, stepping away towards the bustling floor where everyone is laughing and speaking.

“I should go mingle with the others for a bit. It was nice meeting you.”

“And you as well.”

You turn away, moving through the crowd until you find the familiar face of Nathaniel Richards. He’s one of the Avengers who has permanent residency here in the Tower, just as you and a few others do. He also happens to be the one who invited you to become a member in the first place.

It's only as Nathaniel's asking where you wandered off to that you realise you never got the beautiful strangers name. Something in you deflates at the realisation, turns to yearning as you wish you'd remembered to ask her for it.

You don't remember ever giving her your name either.

“Thorn?” Nathaniel’s voice draws you from the yearning that’s scratching at the corners of your heart.

You raise an eyebrow at him, only somewhat surprised he’s calling you by your hero identity rather than your civilian one. “Yeah, Iron Lad?”

“You alright?”

Your index finger taps against your drink, giving him a smile as you nod. “I’m fine. Just… thinking about something someone said to me once.”

Nathaniel doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he nods, returning to the conversation with the others. He’s not one to pry unnecessarily with you; it’s one of the things you like about him.

You think he doesn’t pry not because he doesn’t care, but because he trusts that you (and the others as well) will come to him, Kate, or Elijah if there was something serious you need to discuss. It’s nice, having them trust you like this. It’s been this way ever since the day you showed up at the Tower looking for an escape from the tomb of Xavier’s School.

When finally you peel yourself away from Nathaniel and the others close to an hour later, you turn to seeking out the beautiful stranger. Moving around the room to chat with a few other Avengers and mingle with guests, you try your best to find her. Every time you excuse yourself from a conversation, you look around, trying to find her. You even spend half an hour sitting at the open bar while you people-watch everyone.

There’s no sign of her the rest of the night.

When you finally leave the gala to head upstairs to your room, it’s sometime past two in the morning. All your attempts to find the beautiful stranger failed. It leaves you with an ache in your chest, a sense that you’ve missed something quite unlike what you’ve felt since the Blip’s abrupt end. Something that, if you’d had the chance or the time, might have bloomed beautifully.

You collapse into bed not long after the clock ticks past 3am. Exhaustion fills every bit of your body, but even now that beautiful stranger lingers at the forefront of your thoughts.

Somehow you don’t dream of eyes the colour of spring grass, or hair dark as a raven’s wing. At least for that night.

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i need to watch madoka...

PLEASE DO IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHOWS OF ALL TIME. Molly please these girls mean so much to me and I know you’ll love the witch animations they’re probably one of the strangest and most interesting pieces of animation I’ve seen in a tv show.

#the witch animations honestly remind me a bit of my friend amphi’s art #it walks such a fine line between objective and unfathomable it’s incredible really #a couple years back I taught myself how to write in witch runes from it 😭#Aimsey-tv #maidsmop

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sarahscribbles · 1 year

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It might be Valentine's Day this week, but tomorrow is the vastly superior Galentine's Day and I couldn't let it pass without showing all my amazing computer friends how important you all are to me. I'm so grateful for you all and the porn we all share together. It warms my heart like nothing else.

I've written you all a lil something because I love you all so, so much

Love, Saz 💕

@cake-writes I begrudgingly recognise that you are a pal, even if you bully me relentlessly. My only issue is that you live so far away in upside down land so I can't see your eccentric gay ass in person. You have been an amazing friend to me over the past year and helped me through some really dark times. Talking with you makes my day and any time we don't talk for whatever reason, I'm always by my phone like "I miss Bri." I love you so much and I hope you feel it all the way in Oz.

@the-lady-amphitrite Amphi, you know how much I adore you. I can't go a single day without speaking to you and I wouldn't ever want to. I don't know what I did to deserve you as a friend, but I am giving thanks to the universe that our paths crossed. You are unhinged, but in the best way that I would never want to change. You listen to me be a whore 99.9% of the time (and also in the other 0.1% where I'm ranting/crying/exploding over something completely unrelated), and I get to be one of the first people to hear what goes on in that whorish brain of yours. You are a joy to know and I wouldn't choose anyone else to be an unhinged whore with.

@muertawrites My OG Tumblr pal. The one and only first friend. I would be lost without you always in my corner and always encouraging me to be the best whore I can be. You're always ready to drop everything to listen to me vent about my Latest Problem and I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate it. You are so strong and so amazing and damn if I'm not lucky to have someone like you on the other end of a DM while we go through the horrors of figuring out our 20s. I love you so much!

@muddyorbsblr One of my New Friend Recruits that I'm endlessly grateful for. Talking with you is like being wrapped in a warm blanket while drinking hot chocolate. You're absolutely an enabler but I wouldn't have it any other way! You're so encouraging with my porn even though it's killed you multiple times and I appreciate your dedication to the cause. You never fail to provide the filth and I thank you for that. You're hilarious and fantastic and talented and I'm so glad I get to call you my friend!

@cheekyscamp AYOOO my fellow rear enthusiast! You are also completely unhinged daily in my DMs but I actively encourage this! And the talent you possess?! Outstanding! You have a freaking heart of gold and Lord am I glad you decided you wanted to interact with my dumb ass! I love whoring out with you even if I do lose a little bit of my sanity each time. I can't wait to see what this friendship brings!

@springdandelixn My Beans! You are just all round amazing and talented and fierce and I love you so, so much. You've listened to all my silly vents without complaint and been the voice of reason every single time that's saved me from spiralling and making a mountain out of a molehole. I don't know what I would do without you! You're always ready to throw hands on my account and I want to send you the biggest, tightest hug for being on my side. Keep on moosin'!

@joyful-enchantress Steph, my love! You've been with me since almost day one of my Loki days and I'm so glad of it! I don't think you have a bad bone in your body, and I am so infinitely grateful for all the support you've given me (including photos of London when I've been feeling down)! I always love talking with you and hearing the filthy ideas that come out of your head, and I'm so thankful that you decided to start writing and let us see how talented you are! You're a wonderful person inside and out!

@mochie85 Mochie, you are a delight! Honestly, I couldn't find one bad thing to say about you if someone paid me to. You are endlessly supportive and uplifting and beautiful and so damn talented! How did I get so lucky to have so many talented friends? You're someone I look up to and try to be like - effortlessly kind and just an all round good egg. I love you so much, my dear!!

@give-me-a-moose Cas, I love you so much. You might not know it, but HoC got me out of such a bad writing slump last year, so I credit you with the filth that followed! You have been so supportive both with my writing and with other shit that's been going on and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me! I know I keep parroting this, but you're amazing and I'm so lucky to have you as a friend. You can make me laugh so easily and reading about your work escapades always puts me in a good mood (praying that you find your museum dad soon)!

@lokisgoodgirl I know we only talk sporadically and briefly (and even then it hasn't been without some bumps), but it's plain as day that you have a good heart (and an equally filthy mind that we're all thankful for). You're the reason I've met so many wonderful people on here and I'm so thankful for it. I can only hope that there are no more bumps along the way because you're the type of person that everyone needs in their life. (Though I'm still going to beat you at that dance off).

@fictive-sl0th Camille, you are without a doubt one of the kindest souls I have ever met. You are a human rainbow! Anytime I see you in my notifications my mood increases by 110% because I know it's going to be something that will make me smile (something you have never yet failed to do)! I want to bottle you up and keep you with me all the time! You're wonderful and talented and a little ray of light in so many people's lives!

@simplyholl You've been in my notifications from almost day one of the Loki shenanigans so I've considered you a friend for a very long time! I don't know how someone can be equal parts incredibly sweet and a complete whore but you manage to do it perfectly! You've also supported me through so much shit and I can't thank you enough for it. I'm sending you a massive hug (I'd send you Loki if I could) for everything you've done for me over the past ? years. You are a wonderful human being!

@maple-seed Maple, you are also completely unhinged and I adore it. You make me laugh so much and when your name pops up in the server my first thought is "oh yeah this gonna be good!" You're another New Friend Recruit that I'm glad to have in the ranks! You deserve all the good things (because you are a good thing) and I love you so much!

@loopsisloops I freaking adore you, Loops! You keep me feeling young and hip, but also prevent the whore in me from dying with all the thirst traps and photos you never run out of! You're a sweetheart with a heart of gold and I hope everyone in your life knows how amazing you are. (If they treat you than anything less than amazing I will fight them)!

@kinky-faerie I am so glad you have managed to find your way into my corner of this hellsite. You are full of filth and I wouldn't have it any other way! I love nothing more than checking this app first thing in the morning and seeing your name in my inbox because I know it's going to set the horny mood for the rest of the day! You are my favourite kinky lil fairy!

@lokiprompts You are so strong and amazing I can't put it into proper words. You never fail to be positive and supportive and every compliment you've given me has made me grin like a complete idiot. I hope you get all the love you deserve and all the love you put out into the universe because you deserve it tenfold!

@coldnique Girl, you are just all kinds of lovely! You have such a kind heart and I couldn't find one bad thing to say about you. You're always popping up with your hilarious comments when I need a little bit of a mood booster and my day instantly improves! I'm so freaking grateful that you're one of my Regulars now and just know that I adore you!!

@holymultiplefandomsbatman my fellow sub!Loki enthusiast! You are a delight to know and an amazing friend to have. Your mind is wonderful as are you as a person! You are so incredibly smart and capable and I wish you knew that! I'll tell you every single day if I have to. There's nothing you can't do and I fully believe you are going to shake the world! How you manage to find time to write such amazing filth while also being a bad bitch getting your degree is beyond me and I bow to you! You are going to do amazing things, I have no doubt! I love you so incredibly much and I can't wait to see what amazing filth that brain of yours comes up with next!

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Another snv Poseidon x Amphitrite post

Poseidon is a bottom Because i say so also excuse my shitty writing. 🥲 this made me cringe so hard smh.

Warning ⚠️: spicy 🌶️ 😈

‘Amphitrite?’ Poseidon asked entering their shared chamers. He looked around for his girlfriend but she wasn’t in their room. Poseidon sighed and sat on their bed. He pulled out his phone to text Amphitrite.

~ the text ~

Poseidon Amphy❤️

Help im stuck

Wdym?

I can’t pass this level

You suck

Well atleast i don’t have

Daddy issues

Today

Amphitrite.

We need to talk ASAP

Why? I’m busy.

Why are you being

So distant?

I’m just telling you.

Poseidon sighed again. She had been distant for some time now. When she came back she headed straight to their room, she always laughed at her phone and even texted or called people late at night. ‘Is she cheating on me?’ He mumbled to himself.

CRASH

Poseidon whipped his head to the door. ‘Hi’ amphitrite said. ‘What the hell was that?’ ‘That was me.’ Poseidon looked at her indifferent. ‘So what do you want?’ ‘Are you cheating on me?’ ‘What’ Poseidon now stood up and lifted Amphitrite up bridel style. Amphitrite just looked at him confused. Poseidon doesn’t do affection, especially not with lower class. ‘Are you feeling alright?’ Poseidon looked at Amphitrite with confused eyes. ‘Yes…why do you ask?’ ‘You and caring are not a match.’ Poseidon sighed and put her down on the bed. ‘Answer my question.’ ‘No, i am not cheating on you…..but I would like to.’ ‘What?’ ‘Just kidding’ Poseidon sat besides her.

‘Amphitrite….’ Poseidon started. ‘Hm?…’ ‘i’m sorry.’ ‘Ok….?’ ‘Let’s smash.’ ‘Eyo?’ Poseidon looked at Amphitrite while she just stared back at him. ‘Did you really just say that?’ Amphitrite asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘What have you been sniffing dawg.’ Poseidon just looked at her with a scowl. ‘I don’t do drugs.’ ‘Oh…’ There was a akward silence between the two. ‘You can do it with someone else?….’ Poseidon furrowed his brows. ‘No. I want you.’ Boi aint noway bruh.’ ‘Plz just one chance.’ Amphitrite looked at Poseidon with a bewildering gaze. ‘This dude is on crack’ she thought to herself. ‘Why? This is all so sudden.’ Amphitrite said still confused with the way Poseidon was acting. Poseidon just looked at her. He can’t tell her that he had been dreaming about them doing the devils tango 😈. He still remembers it vividly, the way she looked at him. The way her body moved against his. He wanted her so bad. ( me too Poseidon. Me too) Poseidon gently pushed her down on the bed. ‘Will you do this with me?’ He asked her while placing his hands on each side of her head. ‘Please?..’ He asked with a bit of shame.

Amphitrite had already noticed the hints of pink on his cheeks. She gently put her arms around his neck and pushed him down until their lips connected. Amphitrite opened one eye to peek if he was alright. ‘He seems kinda shy…..cute ❤️’ Amphitrite had seen his brows furrowed. Dispite being quite the womanizer he was still shy when it came to her. Amphitrite moved away from the kiss. ‘Amphitrite…’ Poseidon said a bit breathless from the kiss. ‘Alright. I’ll do it. But I won’t be yours, Lord Poseidon.’ ‘Wha-’ He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he was flipped over by Amphitrite who was now sitting on top of him. ‘ you will be mine.’ The poor man became even more red than he already was. ‘I think you like this.’ Amphitrite said with a smile while gentle kissing him once again. ‘Amphitrite…’ Poseidon moaned as he put his hand on her hips. Poseidon felt his pants get tight. Amphitrite noticed it too and started grinding on him. ‘ ah….Amphitrite…’ Poseidon closed his eyes and turned his head away in shame. Amphitrite had already begun unbuttoning his shirt and sucking on his neck. He shouldn’t be submitting to her but damn this felt good. ‘Whats wrong? Are you chickening out?’ Amphitrite asked him with a smirk. ‘Stop teasing me.’ He said with a bit of a pout. ‘Awww…. Too bad so sad.’ Amphitrite smiled at him while she tossed his shirt away. Poseidon felt himself shiver as she roamed her hand on his body. ‘No woman had made me feel this way before…’ he told Amphitrite with a blush. ‘Really? That’s interesting.’ ‘Please touch me more….’ ‘Wow, you’re really desperate huh?’ Poseidon looked away in shame again. Gosh if the other gods knew how he acted they would laugh at him. But having Amphitrite, the woman he wanted so badly on top of him felt so…right. ‘Alright. Let’s move on to the real thing.’ Amphitrite said pulling down his pants. ‘It’s quite big. Maybe that’s why you’re popular woth the ladies. Amphitrite said while stroking him. ‘ don’t say that when we are having a moment please…’ ‘Why not?’ Amphitrite said while gently licking the glockglock3000. ( i know this sounds weird but saying the private parts makes me cringe 😬) ‘I don’t want to think about them. I want to focus on you.’ ‘That’s a first.’ ‘Hey….don’t say it like that.’ Poseidon said pouting. ‘This position is feels wrong’ he said a bit uncomfortable. ‘You were fine with it before.’ ‘ i know… but now that we’re really doing….it…’ Amphitrite knew what he meant and was okay with the suggestion switching to another position.

‘This better?’ Amphitrite said now looking at him. ‘I thought we would have another position… not me being tied to the bed.’ ‘You look cute this way. Can i take a pic?’ ‘Fine…if someone else sees or has it im going to kill you, got it?’ Poseidon said struggling against the ropes. Amphitrite gently got on the bed again. Poseidon looked at the thing in her hand. ‘Whats that?’ ‘ it’s a kind of balm that makes you sensitive’ ‘it won’t hurt right?’ ‘I hope not.’ Amphitrite said applying it to his chest and bawlz. It tingles…’ Poseidon said as he struggled against the topes again. ‘If it hurts you just have ti tell me and we’ll stop alright? ‘Yeah…’ Amphitrite kissed him once again to distract him from the discomfort of the balm. She gently rubbed her tongue against his lower lip. Ofcourse Poseidon denied so she gently grazed her fingers over his chest wich made him gasp. She took that opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth. Amphitrite parted the kiss with a string of saliva still connecting the two. Poseidon moved his head forward to make out with her again. ‘Are you really that into me?’ Amphitrite said with a brow raised. Amphitrite broke the kiss again wich earned a little whine from Poseidon. ‘Let’s spice things up!’ Amphitrite said with a smile across her face. ‘Uh oh.’ Poseidon said looking at the toy in Amphitrite’s hand. Amphitrite gently put the vibrator against his balls while she put his cock in her mounth. ‘Holy fuck…..’ poseidon breathed out while struggling against the ropes. Amphitrite hummed wich made Poseidon buck his hips. Amphitrite then slowly made her way up to the tip where she gently sucked on it before releasing it with a little ‘plop’. Poseidon let out a breathy sigh. ‘Please…please touch me’ he pleaded. ‘I don’t feel like it.’ Poseidon let out a cry of frustration. ‘ you’ve teased me enough!’ ‘True…but seeing you like this is so much fun.’ ‘Please fuck me…’ ‘Alright, i’ll take mercy on you.’ Amphitrite gently removed the topes from his hands. ‘I’ll be nice so you can choose a position.’ Poseidon gently pushed her down so while she wrapped her legs around his waist. ‘Not like this’ Poseidon grapped her lags and put them on his shoulder. ‘Do you know how many nights i’ve been dreaming about you in this position? There never went a night by where I couldn’t think of you..Do you give me consent, my dear? ‘Yes’

~ the next day~

Poseidon gently opened his eyes. ‘Where’s Amphitrite?’ He thought as he couldn’t find his lover besides him. ‘Took you long enough, sleepy head.’ Poseidon looked at the door. ‘Amphitrite..’ He said with a little smile. ‘Get ready, we have a meeting.’ ‘Yes amphitrite’ ‘I already picked out an outfit.’ ‘Amphitrite?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Let’s do that again some time’

#snv poseidon #record of ragnorak #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv Amphitrite #Poseidon x Amphitrite

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