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crazycatsiren · 11 days
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I'm still alive.
Moving sucks.
Moving while chronically ill sucks giant donkey balls.
And I still don't have all of my stuff yet.
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can you write a fluff drabble featuring Loki x Sigyn or Loki x Lorelei, set around the time of Thor’s coronation?
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"Loki, Triumphant"- A Logyn Drabble
At Thor’s coronation, Loki looks up and wonders what could have been had he been given the throne as his birthright. Princess Sigyn sees greener pastures and a brighter future by simply being in his life.
Genre: Very very sugary fluff, inner monologue (Sigyn’s POV) Content warning: none, just get your dentist on speed dial Word Count: ~ 500
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I, Princess Sigyn, hold the greatest power in the known universe. I, and I alone, know your heart, my Prince of Chaos. 
And it is heavy this morning. 
How strange, with the pomp and fanfare parading before us at your brother’s coronation hour, it is only you I can focus my gaze upon, even as yours tapers off into the distance, lost in inadequacy, wondering what comes next for you now that your bastard father has died. 
You could never see the forest for the trees, my darling. The jealousy you feel for a lost crown dulls you to the real victory beside you. You have something more than Thor, something that even his new bride, Queen Sif, cannot give him. 
You have my loyalty, as well as the loyalty of your future heir, for as tiny yet as he is, he is strong, keeping me up at all hours of the night with his kicking fits against my innards. His presence inside me chills my temperature, so we know he will be strong, cold, and carry your genes. You worry so much about this, but a mother can always tell when there is nothing to fear. Our son will make you prouder than your brother could ever feel. 
I know the fog behind your eyes is only as temporary as the day’s events, for I already know exactly what will happen tonight behind closed doors. Your smile will unfold once more, your eyes unable to tear themselves from my body. Once, such a hungered gaze from you would fill my cheeks with hot blush and send my maiden’s heart humming. Now I know how to defend myself against your roaming looks, though I find myself seldom wanting to. 
Norns, you’re a figure of exquisite perfection. Wherefore was I, a humble soldier’s daughter, to this magnificent fortune born? Am I a disgrace to all womankind by melting into a pile at the study of your shapely jaw? Thor and his queen can keep their blonde scruff and bulging muscles. Prince Loki, you are as tall and lean as Yggdrasil, and you carry all its promises for our future on your frame. 
Yet, even in this moment, as the diadem is placed on Thor’s blonde head, you feel as if you’ve lost a battle. 
Why, dearest?
Our victory slumbers in my womb, Loki. It will re-lighten your soul when the day ends and we retreat back to our perfect little corner of the palace. You’ll light the hearth with emerald flames, ask the servant at the door to bring tea, and fall asleep on my shoulder as we wait. Your cheek fits against my shoulder as if they were two pieces of the same marble that had merely cracked apart.
The tea will grow cold as we sail off to the dream plane together, as we do every night. Thor and Sif will have Asgard, but we’ll have the Heavens. You, I, and our son. 
And that would be enough.
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A short, little drabble that I hope gives you a smile! Here's the (kinda obvious) musical inspiration that came into my mind when I got your ask (if any character in any property ever was a Sigyn variant in disguise, it's Eliza Schyuler):
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Some tags: @holdmytesseract @lokisgoodgirl @roruna @jonquilclegane @fictive-sl0th @joyful-enchantress @mischief2sarawr @muddyorbsblr @smolvenger
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stxrsfxte · 2 months
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Headcanon - Masks; Lorelei & Anzhelina
Of all my muses that have any sort of "mask", Lorelei and Anzhelina are the two that are heavily tied to their various masks, for similar reasons as well. With both, they were heavily traumatized and learned early on in their lives that in order to be heard, sometimes one had to wear a mask. Not only that, but both use their masks as a way to hide who they are when they are alone / to hide facets of their truest selves that show a vulnerability or weakness that could be used against them.
Lorelei
Their mask is their prickliness, the side of them that is biting words and the sort of attitude that generally pushes people away. After watching the fall of Khaenri'ah, especially as their vision of the fall went ignored by those in power at the time, Lorelei (once they regained those memories) fixated on making sure that people would listen to them in the future should they ever have another vision like that. Now that they are on their 5th life, the way they learned how to do that was by being loud and sharp, more aggressive than they used to be, and far more prickly than they ever once dreamed of being.
(putting the rest under the cut because just Lorelei's part got long)
Their mask thusly hides the personality they had back during their first life, as well as the softer sides to them. Deep down, Lorelei just wants to be heard, and to know that there are those who like being around them even when they are...difficult to handle (imagine growing up as an oracle. Their home life was...not the best, and even after joining the ranks of the "wise" (who I imagine were like Sages), they still were treated kindly for their visions, but that was it). They are quite capable of being soft and nice, but they've been relying on their mask for so long, and they only know of one surviving friend from Khaenri'ah, that they are now somewhat scared to show what's underneath the mask to anyone else. Now, acts of kindness are not common (from the perspectives of others) but are something of a rarity (whereas before they often were openly, easily kind).
While Lorelei is genuinely not bothered by not having a huge amount of friends, their mask is now so integral to what they are like as a person, that they now almost have to fight their own sense of self in order to try and be softer, kinder, and more palatable to the people who they do genuinely want to be friends with. As much as they may try to act like they aren't bothered by it, loneliness is something that they have been dealing with for so long, sometimes the weight of it is crushing, and they wish they had an easier time in satisfying their need for company. Unfortunately, this feeling does sometimes cause them to lean even more heavily into their mask.
Beneath it all, they're hurt, scared to lose anyone else they care about and thusly are scared to try and reach out to make more connections. In truth, they are quiet the poet & musician at heart, but even those hobbies and habits they have built up over the years are still held deep in private where the softness to them cannot be used to hurt them. The sharp words and wit are still very much a part of them now, but it is not the only to them - just the side they are most willing to show to everyone.
Anzhelina
Her mask is porcelain and politeness, soft and perfect as is expected of an aristocrats child. With the weight of turning over her own parents to the Fatui for their planned betrayal, her acceptance into the Fatui ranks, and all of the pressures that had been put on her during her childhood, Anzhelina's mask is all about showing to the world the perfect person who has everything under control. In truth, there's so much chaos below the surface of the mask that when she's alone, or when the mask happens to break around someone else, all of the emotions that she usually represses (unless a situation calls for a certain emotional response) come pouring out with the force of a hurricane. Her normally impeccably cold and perfect expression will shatter all the fear, anxiety (something she knows intimately), and everything else will show (she often cries when her mask breaks, if only because she needs a break from wearing the mask so that she can actually feel the things she needs to).
Given her life as a diplomat / politician / aristocrat, her mask is often a genuine asset to her work, something that she usually tries her best to view as a boon given that it can help her in furthering the work and will of the Tsaritsa. She is capable of mingling with people of all sorts of social rank and class, and she knows just how powerful the right word in the right tone of voice can be to someone. Similar to Lorelei, Anzhelina often just wants to be heard in her true voice, the side of her that she has all but strangled into submission that way her voice can be used as the mouthpiece of the Tsaritsa, or any of the Harbingers in need of such a thing.
There are some days where she isn't even certain if she knows what she wants anymore because of how tired her truest sense of self (her voice) is from trying to speak, trying to find anyone willing to listen to her, but constantly being pushed aside in order to ensure that her duty is fulfilled first and foremost. This is why her mask must break on occasion, that way she can remember that she is in fact a person first, and a member of the Fatui second.
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starfoam · 1 year
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V: Hey Diddle Diddle (Shrekverse)
“The cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon...”
A charming little rhyme for what proved to be the most chaotic day of Lorelei Snow’s life. The young woman lived alone on a little farm, perfectly content with her little life, and suspected nothing stranger about herself until she received a note on her stoop. A noter which said only three words:
“Hey... diddle diddle?”
And then her house exploded. 
It’s suspected that Lo was a latent magic user - a witch, changeling, Chosen Maiden or other sort who just got put to the side early on and never made a fuss about it. With the speaking of those magic words, however, Lorelei unlocked a truly incredible amount of power and, in the process, lost everything. The magic outburst caused absolute chaos - her only dairy cow suddenly took flight, her dog gained the ability to laugh, and all of her tableware, from dishes to spoons, ran off into the sunset. She was left with nothing... except a curious onlooker.
The Cat and the Fiddle
Known as “Cat” or “the Cat” for short. (”really? You’re okay with that?” “My other option was Fiddler. Call me Cat.”) Attracted by the outburst of magic the likes of which he’s only seen in Far Far Away, the Cat found Lorelei in the wreckage of her magic-wrecked house, with only her dog to show for it. 
After helping her recover from her shock with a gentle song on his strings, the Cat offered her a suggestion - take this as a sign. A (stupidly) prophetic nursery rhyme is not much of a story, is it? And this is a beginning, not an end. 
After taking some time to grieve her old life, as well as make sure what little she had left was in order, Lorelei agreed to go with the Cat. Where to remains a mystery for now - the Cat is a storyteller, seeking adventures and heroes, and Lo accompanies him across the land in search of a better life for herself. She is still able to use magic, but can only bring out its full potential with the recitation of “hey diddle diddle” - something she is reluctant to repeat.
She still has her laughing dog, although Benji can hardly be called “little” by this point. He grew up fast.
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mangohgeckoh · 2 years
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“Somebody to Love”
A Silco x Reader fanfic
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Minors BEGONE
Warnings: explicit, breeding kink, bondage, reader is a escort, unprotected sex, oral sex, pregnancy, age difference, shimmer addicted reader, minor body horror.
Word count: 5092
Part 1/4
Please note: this is my very first Tumblr post so if you see anything unusual that’s why. I’ve been ghosting the Silco fandom for a while now and decided to finally donate some of my fics! All of these will be on AO3 under my user: Reese_with_a_piece. Enjoy!
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The smog filled streets of the Undercity were paved with the loud bustling of Zaunites selecting swords, illegal weapons and imported goods to purchase or shoplift. Even though I’ve lived down here my entire life, I still do find the fact that the flashing lights of the different brothels and bars could almost but not quite penetrate the smog that filled the air, upsetting.
This very reason is why I became an escort. Well, not because of the air quality. But the quality of life in general. I’ve been trying to save the earnings of my career to leave this godforsaken city. I might actually be the only Zaunite who isn’t proud of her city.
I stubbed my cigarette against the metal wall that lined the outside of the brothel I worked at. Lunch break was over. My boss was always happy to see me attentive, hard working and always on time. Even if I hated giving my clients blow jobs every now and then.
“Ah, there you are.” My face was met with my boss’s just as I stepped into the back room of the brothel. “Your next client backed out at the last minute.” She blew a thick smoke cloud into my face after taking a long drag on her pipe. Just as I was going to say something she continued. “The Eye of Zaun wants to see you at the time the last client scheduled.”
My heart sank. Silco? Again? He has been requesting me a lot lately, to the point where my clients are starting to become scarce out of fear, albeit respect for the Eye of Zaun. However, I sucked it up and nodded obediently. He did pay rather well, and tipped larger than the other clients to make it worth my while.
The most popular bar, or also known as The Last Drop, was a tall but thin building that laid in the middle of the Undercity. It would stick out like a sore thumb if the rest of the establishments on the street weren’t gradient with blinding lights and deafening music. Two large bouncers who guarded the bar’s entrance stared down at my short body. “I’m here for Mr. Silco.” I squeaked out at the towering men. But with a gruff, the two stepped aside to let me pass. Which I did quickly.
I kept the suitcase that I carried flush against my body since the bar was chaotic with the sounds of lust and the thick smell of shimmer everywhere. It made me shiver. Shimmer is an addiction that I can’t shake off. Chugged one vile to cure a sickness fast so I could return to work to make money- and so it did, but it also had me crave more.
Stained metal steps held firm against my loose shoes as I made my way up the balcony. A balcony hugged above the bar, which a bouncer also guarded as it was only staff only who were allowed above the chaos.
“Hi-“ I waved shyly to the bouncer who made a dramatic sniff of his large nose then stepped out of the way. I visit quite often- only for appointments of course, but I always feel embarrassed when a bouncer or guard recognizes me. “Thank you.” I mumbled and made my way to the owner’s office.
Before I could knock I heard movement from behind the wooden door. “Come in.”I obliged and creaked the door open. “Ah, Lorelei,” Silco stood behind his desk, lighting a cigar. “What a pleasant surprise.” My eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “You asked for my presence, sir.”
Silco’s expression hardened didn’t budge from nonchalant. “That I did. Please sit.” He gestured a long hand to the old couch lined against a wall in his office. I shut the door behind me before I sat down. The suitcase I plopped on the coffee table infront of me creaked as I opened it to reveal different sorts of sex toys, cuffs, lingerie to assist with my job. You name it I had it.
“What will it be for today’s session, sir?” I asked as I rifled through the forbidden items. A faint “hmm” rang out across his dark office. Mr. Silco was one who enjoyed control, any forms of it as long as he was on top so naturally my hands trailed into the loop of the shining handcuffs that sat in the case. “The usual?”
“I have a request.”
I looked up to see his thin form slink stoically towards me. “What I have in mind is a little…” He paused, both of his discoloured eyes looked up as he searched for an appropriate word. “Unfamiliar, maybe?”
My lips pursed in anticipation. What could it possibly be? The calloused pads of his pale fingers traced up the suitcase as he began to lean into my space. “I want to feel you, Lorelei.”
I giggled at his perplexing sentence, but then touched his forearms. “There, I am touching you.”
The scars on the charred side of his face pulled at the scowl he made. “I want to…” Silco’s red corrupted eye travelled down to my lower body before returning to my own gaze. He clearly isn’t used about talking about this subject. “Oh.” I stepped back after realising the meaning.
“Sir…”
“Call me Silco.”
“Silco, I don’t offer that- Only oral sex.” My eyes twitched at the pain of disappointing a man that I have begun to grow close to. It’s true that I like to playfully offer banter with my clients but with Silco…he was different. I felt as if I had unlocked a softer side of him, a very private side. Though, I’m not sure what did it. Perhaps through our intimate sessions or was it just the banter and small talk?
“I’ll pay extra.” His steel tipped shoe pulled his long covered leg forward. My cheeks flushed and with a gulp I stepped backwards suddenly which made my calves hit the bottom of his couch. I fell backwards against the squeaky but comfortable cushions.
Noticing my uncomfortable state, the older man ceased his pursuit and returned to his desk.
“Fine. The usual it will be.” Silco said in a grumpy tone.
I blinked at first, trying to process what just happened. But then sense grabbed a hold of me and soon I was standing in front of Silco with the handcuffs dangling from my hand. His pale hand reached for the cuffs but I suddenly pulled them away with a mischievous grin. “I am actually quite curious about what you were proposing.” My palm connected with his tunic and lightly pushed him to sit on the very expensive leather desk chair.
The frayed greyish brown eyebrow of the marred side of his face lifted with almost playful intent. “Oh?”
Making a “Mhmm” sound, I made for his lap straddling his also expensive pants. To add to the desired effect, my shoulders shrugged off my large- and also extremely unnecessary- fluffy coat, revealing the soft pale skin of my bare shoulders. I wore a black high collar vest that was cut above my stomach. But below my stomach, short denim shorts also hugged my hips to display my curves.
Silco always admired the earrings that I wore- or well, was always taken by them and at how weird they can get. (One time I wore pink penis shaped ones which he wouldn’t stop staring at.) Always making an observation through a comment about the various earrings I wear. “I see you have chosen hearts today.” His voice was gruff and smelled of whisky. The hot smell of his breath always entranced me. Snapping out of it, my face tilted to the side, making the hot pink earring jingle at the sudden motion.
The air around us suddenly became warm. “What did you have in mind, sir-Silco.” I quickly corrected myself which earned me a sharp squeeze on my thigh from his wandering hands. “How do you feel about-”
Sharp knocks hit against the main door to his office. “Papa! I made you a new mug!!” A little girl who I came to know as Jinx, the daughter of Silco, squeaked happily from behind the wooden door. Silco sighed and began to sit up, but I pressed him down further. “Allow me.” I whispered before shrugging my coat back on and made my way to open the door.
“Lorie!!” A happy shriek came from the nine year old as she barrelled into my knees with a hug. “Careful, dear. You don’t want to break that mug now.” I chuckled, kneeling to her eye level in order to hug back. Jinx looked up at me with happy sapphire eyes when suddenly they snapped to a panicked Silco behind me. I turned around to see her father, who had just frantically shut the suitcase full of toys before his daughter saw them.
Silco’s panting figure hunched over the closed suitcase as he wiped sweat from his weary forehead. “Papa!” Jinx ran over to her father and hugged him as if she hadn’t seen him in a week. “I made this for you!” She squealed after breaking the hug, shoving a mug into his chest.
The Eye of Zaun’s expression shifted so fast from mortified to soft. These were one of the rare moments I sometimes was lucky to catch a glimpse of a loving moment between the two mostly before appointments- always before Sevika finds her and escorts the sad kid to her room.
“Jinx!” A familiar masculine bark came from down the hall. “Where are you, you little brat-” Sevika immediately ceased her sentence when she rounded the corner to see a very unimpressed Silco. “Sevika.” He hissed as she slowly started towards him. Her robotic arm hid under the cape that strewn lazily about over that shoulder. Even though it was well hidden, I could see a hint of the purple glittering viles that were attached to the shoulder of the arm. My throat ran dry and my heart rate quickened.
“Bring Jinx back to her room.” Was all he could say when the kid started to whine. “But daddd.” She groaned when the muscular woman took her hand. “Sorry, sweetie. I’ll visit your room tonight for a bedtime story.” He promised with a kiss on her tiny forehead.
Jinx gave him a “hmph” when those crystal sweet eyes shifted to me. “Can Lorie play with me while I wait for you?” The young girl begged- making my heart slowly melt. I’ve always loved kids, especially little Jinx. She was so wild yet so sweet. Wiping a little bit of sweat away from my temple, I leaned in to her. “Later, sweetheart. I promise.”
With the verbal confirmation, she smiled. “Okay!” The small kid cheered and was voluntarily escorted away by Sevika. The mechanical arm twinkled when the light of a nearby lamp reflected off of it. It was only now when I realized that I forgot to take some shimmer this morning. It had become a nasty habit- an addiction, really. Every morning before work, I took a dose of shimmer to keep the haunting withdraw symptoms away during the work hours.
The long hand entered my vision, closing the door infront of me. My eyes traced over the well kept burgundy shirt to Silco’s mismatched glaring eyes. “I’m gonna need to use the restroom before we begin.” Simple words came out as almost a gasp. But his sharp eyes watched my now shaking form. I didn’t recieve an answer when he turned around to face a bookcase that hugged against the wall. Taking that as an acknowledgment, my body quickly ran over to the suitcase. The shakiness of my body turned to trembling as my hands tried to open the suitcase.
After a few failed attempts, I managed to open it and look for the unmistakable purple viles that clung in a secret pocket under the lid. My heart sank when my fingers curled under the pocket to find nothing.
The room started to become grayscale, as my body began to go into panick mode. I’ve become a shimmer-head, a term coined by the shimmer addicts that can’t control their urges. But a familiar purple twinkle appeared in my peripheral vision, I took no head as I reached out and yanked it from the hand holding it. Shimmer poured down my throat as I chugged the chemical substance with no grace. My body slumped forward for a moment as the drug began to do its job, pulsing through every bone in my body. I could feel my blood cells buzzing with energy and newly found strength- which is ironic because the side effect is cell decay. Slowly my eyes started to open when I regained consciousness. Thats when I noticed the cushy feeling under my thighs- I was sitting on the couch.
Silco sat beside me, eyes glued to my sticky form. If I wasn’t so zonked I would have thought that I noticed a hint of worry in his green eye. I sighed in defeat. “How did you know?” I questioned, referring to him knowing of my Shimmer addiction.
“Those symptoms are hardly hidden.” Silco said nonchalantly, shifting his arm over the couch. “That and you have a few purple veins travelling up from under your glove.” He pointed a slim finger to my hand which had a large vein poking out from under the fingerless glove I wore to cover it. “Shit.” I growled, my free hand tugging the top of the glove a little over the purple eyesore.
Silco pushed off against the couch to stride across the carpeted office. Staying silent, I focused my weight on the back of the couch as I recovered. “I suppose that killed the mood.”
A snap could be heard from across the office where Silco was cutting off the tip of the cigar. Carefully, he lit it and drawed in the smoke before exhaling a cloud of grey. “That? Oh no,” The man walked back to me, a smoke string followed his cigar, that sat lazily in his mouth, across the room. “What killed the mood was my daughter knocking on my office door.”
I sneered playfully. “No, yeah you're right. I thought you said you bought her new toys to keep her company during our…appointments.” The weary father groaned before taking another drag of his cigar. “I did. She somehow found out you were coming.”
I laughed. “Does this mean I’m auntie Lorelei? With how much she loves me-”
“You’re not her aunt.” Silco was swift to interject. A plume of smoke came bellowing out of his flared nostrils, following his words. That silenced me, taking the snap more aggressively than his intent. My gaze trickled down to my thin fingers that played with the glove I wear.
I heard a ruffle of fabric, which made my face turn to the source of the sound. Silco sat on the other side of the couch. “If you were her aunt, that means we can’t do this.” His hand grasped firmly at my cheek to secure my face before going in for the kill. Tobacco lined lips captured my smaller ones. His sharp jawline twister to the left, allowing the tongue of his to find purchase in between my lips. The kiss was different than the ones I share with my other clients. This one was…sensual. Usually this is where my clients like it when I moan into the kiss. Remembering this, I moaned dramatically into the kiss.
Silco pulled back, leaning backwards. His usual scowl searched my flushed face. “What was that?” The older man inquired but it sounded more like a snap.
“What? The moan?” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Even though I was faking the moan, the kiss felt very much real and exhilarating.
He sighed and gave me a very annoyed look. “I’m not like the rest of those idiots that you call clients, dear. I know when something is fake. I only want to hear the real thing.” I watched as the scarred side of his face stayed stoically still while the other half was showing nothing but annoyance and desperation- with a faint trace of blush that peppered the pale skin of his. He took a breath in. “Do you understand, Lorel?”
I was about to answer when my eyes suddenly became entranced in his black eye. The black void of his sclera, where white should be, engulfed my gaze in its…beauty. I wonder if he gets compliments on it? The red iris which lined his pupil roamed the black sclera, watching me back.
There was a light squeeze on my neck which snapped my senses back to the heat of the moment. Eyes mismatched, strong and brilliant laid upon me with hunger as Silco’s free hand clasped on my throat, giving the sides of it a light squeeze. “Lorelei, do you understand?” He asked more firmly.
I tore myself from his addictive gaze. “Yes, Silco.” With that, the Eye of Zaun stood and strode carefully to his leather chair where he sat down. “I want you to wear this.” All I could see was the curve of his back while he knelt a little down to pick up a thin box and placed it on the desk.
Silco’s fingers met each other as he watched me open the box with curiosity. My face went red when I pulled out a very risque looking lingerie. It was a one piece and there were buttons on the crotch of it. “Well?” The chair squeaked as he slightly swivelled with anticipation.
“It is…nice.” Was all I could choke out. “Good.” His lips contorted in a sharp grin before his head nudged towards the door that was off to the side of his office. “Go put it on.” I would have thought it was a harsh order if he didn’t say that softly. I nodded, taking the small article of clothing. But just as my hand touched the doorknob that led to his room, Silco raised a hand.
“Actually, you will undress here. In front of me.” Silco said as if this was something that wasn’t out of the ordinary. I gulped. He always did this in our sessions, playing with me like a cat plays with his prey before attacking. I guess it makes it fun for him. Nodding slowly, I made for the couch. My body faced the wall as I lifted up my top after shrugging off my fluffy coat. I heard the chair groan. “Towards me, dear.”
‘Shit, right.’ I was often a very charismatic and charming individual during my work hours, but around Silco he reduces me to that of a mere swooning woman. My shirt fell to the floor and I began to work on my shorts. They unzipped easily and slipped off with just as much ease. Silco watched every waking second of my act.
My hands travelled up my back to find the bra clasp and successfully unclipped it. Most women would be shy and slowly take the bra off- make a scene of it. But I’m not like most women. I’ve been taking my own bra off in front of clients for years. The bra hit the ground with haste and I began to move to my underwear, slipping the garment off as well with just as much haste to reveal a very untrimmed part of me. Of which I didn’t give a shit about.
Silco sized me up, watching the movements of my hands assist me in putting the lingerie on. His finger brushed circles against his thumb while watching my performance. The elastic of the lingerie snapped against my shoulder, cueing the end of my show.
“Good girl.” Silco’s voice purred before making a motion with his hand for me to come behind the desk. “Well don’t you look pretty.” He admired my slim form that stood in front of his still body. I leaned down, my hands on each of his knees, and caught his lips in my own. The taste of whiskey and cigars could be traced along his lips. A tiny moan from the Eye of Zaun was what my sudden kiss earned.
Light hands held either of my shoulders and pushed me slowly back. “Now, now.” Silco leaned in to coo in my ear. His breath danced against my ear, making me shiver from the sensation. He noticed this of course and chuckled. “Let us not get ahead of ourselves.” He whispered and sat back in his chair, his hands leaving my shoulders to trail down my bare arms.
“Lets get that little mouth of yours ready, shall we?” The backs of his arms rested on the armrest of his leather chair, long legs moving apart. I took this as a hint to kneel to the carpet and smooth out the pants on his inner thighs with my hands. Silco only watched like a statue, not moving even when I gave a very sensitive part of his thigh a playful pinch.
A calloused hand captured my chin, lifting it up to meet his beating eyes. “I’m becoming impatient, dear.” He sneered and throwed my chin back before returning to the back of the chair. My face leaned in to the crevice in between his legs. The fingers of my left hand ghosted across his leg before lightly toying with the prize in the middle. That very prize was bulging against the black expensive pants that he always wore. “What do we have hear~” I teased and my hand made to gently grab at the bulge. This made Silco groan and his bulge to twitch a little at the stimulation. “Don’t play coy.”
I laughed. “If that is what the client wants. My fingers started to delicately unbutton the four buttons that sat atop Silco’s crotch- acting as a guard for his most sensitive body part. When I completed unbuttoning, the patch of fabric easily lifted off to reveal a damp garment. “It seems someone got a little excited-” Before I could finish the sentence at the awe of his precum sticking to his underwear, Silco’s hand tugged at my hair.
“What did I just say?” The groan quickly turned into a growl. “Don’t play coy?” I recalled with an innocent expression. “Well?” He looked down at me with a more than hungry gaze. My hand reached inside his pants, fishing out his pale penis from under the waistband of his undergarments. “Fuck.” He hissed. Only now had I just realised the amount of steam he needed to let out, men don’t often react so quickly. I started to assume that is why he booked our session at the last minute. Silco’s head tilted back against the cushion of the chair, but still made eye contact with me while my mouth kissed his tip. His chest heaved sharply and the side of his lips curled, showing chipped teeth. I licked his shaft, making an up and down motion until I decided his panting was enough. My mouth situated at the head of his cock as my head bobbed down against it.
The Eye of Zaun’s thin lips parted shakily. “Ah-” I could tell he was trying to not let any words escape but failed. Quickly, his body tensed up before realising his hot cum. I was ready for it and swallowed it all. A soft hand reached over my head to pat it. “Well…done.” He said in between pants and shifted his weight in the seat.
I licked the rest of the white substance of my lips before standing up. Silco clearly needed some time to recover so I walked around his office, surveying the room. Light pants could still be heard as I adventured around the office.
Feeling an odd sensation, I pulled the glove halfway off my hand. The once pale skin of my hand began to turn a faint purple under the darker purple veins that protruded from my skin. I gulped. The veins were conquering more parts of my hand each day with each dose of shimmer that I took.
“Couch. Now.” Silco’s voice was firm from across the office. I turned to see the ominous green window hover behind the Eye of Zaun, making him look like a silhouette but bathing his outline in green. His crotch was fully secured in his trousers. My body shifted to the fancy leather couch that sat flush against his office wall. Before I could properly sit down, a strong hand grabbed the back of my neck and lowered my body against the couch forcefully. Silco’s stomach flexed fast against my spine from his fast breathing.
However his fast breathing ceased the quick pace after he pinned me to the couch. Now it was me who was panting fast. The hand that held my neck down from the back slid to the front of my throat, making my face look at the ceiling. “I can hear your heart beating ever so quick, darling.” He hummed into my ear before nibbling on it. My stomach was flat against the couch, his body laid upon my own. My body practically buzzed with the excitement that his touch elicited.
“Now, before we begin I must have your confirmation that you’d be okay with this.” Silco’s hot breath purred against my ear. I thought for a moment. It’s not like I’m shagging all my clients…and he said he’d pay extra. Plus this is probably the one chance I have to shag the future king of Zaun- which would be pretty cool to brag about.
“You have my consent.” I began, snapping my ass back into his crotch which knocked him against the couch by surprise. Brooding eyes watched my body turn around and effortlessly clumber on top of him. Those thin lips of his pulled into a wolf like sneer at my victorious attempt at straddling him. “You think you’re impressing me, dear?” Silco’s body slowly pulled forward, slowly like a snake. “It seems you are once again forgetting something.” The palm of his hand ran up and down my back. My chin laid in between his shoulder and the crook of his neck. “Oh? What might that be?” My voice vibrated sensually against his coat. This upset me that his coat was still on. My fingers entered under his coat and helped him discard his coat onto the floor. If it had not been a heated moment, he would have neatly folded it and set it aside.
Silco’s hands grabbed my hips and used all of his strength to quickly turn my entire body around- I was back to facing the couch cushions. “I am always on top.” He snarled, licking my exposed neck. I gasped at how much that turned me on. “Do you understand, pet?” I could practically hear how his lips twisted in a sinister grin. His hand found its rightful place on my throat. This touch made the soft lacey fabric above my sex dampen with selfish desire that manifested in a slick form. I nodded quickly, needing relief. His grip tightened against my throat.
“I need your words.” Silco’s accent dripped with greed on the last word but the sentence sounded more like a plea for verbal consent.
“Yes!” I finally barked, making the man on top of me groan with lust. His lips lapped and nipped at the sensitive skin on the side of my neck as his trickster hands went to work feeling around my body. I felt his fingers trace along the intricate details of the lace on the tiny lingerie. His arms hugged my waist from behind, slowly slipping his hand under the clothing. Smooth fingers found the rough part of my mound, they entangled themselves in my curls before moving further down the plain of my skin.
Dipping into the heat in between my legs, Silco’s fingers resurfaced with clear slick sticking to the delicate digits. He groaned with approval and tasted my arousal. “Here I began to think you weren’t wanting this, dear.” His voice lingered in the air like the smog of the Undercity before he started on sucking my neck, leaving hickies around that area. “But your own body proved that theory wrong.”
I huffed in frustration, rolling my thighs against his now large bulge which earned me a sharp inhale from Silco. “You’re going to regret that.” He hissed, hooking his fingers under the crotch part of the lingerie and bunching it over to one side, completely exposing my rear to him. Fabric rustled and I could hear those four precious buttons being ripped off with haste.
Not a second later I gasped at the sudden push his dick made to press into my core. But instead of thrusting, he paused, letting me get acquainted with being filled. “Easy…” He groaned, positioning himself on the couch behind me. I panted hard with the slight twist the head made inside me. “Are you…” Silco paused, regaining his breath. “Ready?”
I laughed and looked at an equally sweaty man. “As I’ll ever be…Silco.” The green iris widened, pupil expanding at the sound of his name. That did it. Heavy thrusts pounded me into the soft but squeaky cushions. His sweat mixed with mine and founded loud slaps with each motion that echoed through the musty room. I, myself, made somewhat ugly moans with each thrust. I really hoped no one was standing even remotely near his office door, Silco’s walls aren't sound proof in the least.
“Silco-” My voice was stopped by his hand squeezing my neck firmly. The other hand held a fierce grip on my hip- securing a bruise for tomorrow. The mention of his name made his own hips thrust harder into me.
Faster and faster and harder. Until…
Both of our rapid breathing became synchronised and for a moment, our bodies and souls became one. “Fuck.” A veiny hand landed to my side, steadying his trembling body. Warm cum spilled inside me, triggering my own orgasm. His cock stayed buried inside me as he recovered from his violent orgasm.
I turned around under Silco’s hold, so my back was laying on the couch. Silco’s finger began to give my clit attention just as an old metallic grandfather clock that was nestled in the corner of his office began to chime. “It seems our session has come to an end.” The couch’s cushions groaned under Silco’s body as he stood up, buttoning his trousers
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mikk1n · 2 years
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I'm also kind of in the mood to talk about some AUs now that I think about it...so if anyone was curious about any of the AUs I've got, now's the time to poke me about 'em lmao.
Obviously there's Call of Honor, but I'll put short summaries of my other AUs under the cut:
COD AUs:
Venator: Cyberpunk fantasy AU set in the future in which Soap is a human priest, Price is a vampire...cop? kind of? (he's not really Police but he's the closest thing vampires/werewolves/other "fantasy creatures" have to social work and law enforcement), and Makarov is the Russian vampire equivalent of a mafia boss.
Apoptosis: Price is a Detective Sergeant investigating a series of murders in London, getting tangled up with Soap (a key witness) along the way. Spoiler alert: Makarov's the serial killer.
Oasisverse*: Bighuge fantasy AU that I and one of my partners share. Not a whole lot of solid lore and no big fic planned, but I've got a Lot of lore on Makarov in this AU and some bits of lore for Soap, Price, and Yuri.
Untitled Incubus AU: In which Soap and Makarov are both incubi. This AU isn't Entirely smut but obviously this is gonna be sex-heavy so heads up if you're not into that/you're a minor. The AU itself is untitled, but the two fics I'm planning for it are called Midnight Kiss (Soap/Price) and As You Wish (Makayuri).
Untitled Fashion Designer AU: In which Soap and Makarov make clothes basically.
*Oasisverse isn't strictly a COD AU—it's largely an OC playground for myself and my partner—but we do insert our favorite characters in the 'verse too, which is why I count it among one of my AUs!
Dishonored AUs:
Immram: Iron age fantasy AU in which Havelock (who's the Dishonored equivalent of a Norse whaler) goes on what's essentially an odyssey to find a lost artifact his village depends on. Feat. my oc Moira who's a Morleyan selkie.
Lorelei AU: Pirate AU in which Havelock starts a pirate fleet after being booted from the Navy, Corvo escapes from Coldridge on his own (with the Outsider's Mark), and the two of them team up and Fuck Shit Up. Very much High Chaos.
Also! I know already mentioned Call of Honor, BUT I figured I'd mention: I'm planning a couple of spinoff fics!
The first, with the working title The Way of Death, will follow Makarov's POV through the events of the entire saga (which is gonna be real fun, since he'll be AWOL for a large portion of Interim, and in TWOD we'll see exactly what he was up to :3c)
The second is a lighthearted...slice of life...coffee shop...fluff...romance AU in which everyone is reincarnated many years into the future and they all get to live completely normal lives. Working title is Operation Coffee Bean!
I'm also chewing on a High Chaos version of COH, which I'm considering making its own (shorter) spinoff once I've gotten through most of my other COH-related WIPs.
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7. are there any sexual experiences / partner my muse regrets? (besides quill)
Spicy hc questions
// Lmao XD
Loki has had a messy past. Between trickery and drunken accidents with Fandral and the dubious chaos that was love potions with Amora, Lorelei, and Thor, there were certainly times that are a mix of regret and not wanting to forget. Most of his regretful situations were ones involving too much alcohol, particularly because it becomes a roulette chance as to whether he attracts people with wit or repels them with being a dick.
There's a joke around here somewhere that he regrets shacking up with Svadilfari, but I'll leave that up to his mythic variants/his past life. The default Lokis here were born after Sleipnir, so it's all just a jape made up by Thor for my regular verses.
In darker realities/threads, things could have got out of hand when Thor and Loki went on adventures in their youth. There could be times Thor had to rescue his younger brother from Marauders or monsters and was a little too late. There are also realities where things occurred with the Grandmaster that he deeply regrets.
This is all pretty vague with nothing specific, oops, but I like to keep it open depending on the stories I plan on telling. The main ones are those with Lorelei, Amora, and Fandral, with which only Lorelei he would rather not have tangled.
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     hey look, it’s lorelei cohen! they’re twenty-three years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for eighteen years, and they’re currently working at life rose on. i heard they’re pretty indecisive, but i think they’re so good-natured at the same time. can they make it out alive?
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tw: cheating
past
☁ lore is third child of the cohen family, leaving her smack in the middle with four siblings. middle child, and it shows. mediating is the name, avoiding conflict like the plague is the game. ☁ although not exactly family orientated, her siblings still matter a great deal to her. she's the fun big sister to her younger sister and brother, usually the only person who spoke to them like an adult and let them get away with many things their parents wouldn't. ☁ her parents always wanted a big family and they seem to be on the right track. they moved to shrike heights from maine when lore was five, and they lived here pretty much ever since. their house is located downtown. ☁ as a kid, lore absorbed any and all fantasy media she could get her hands on. a d&d nerd through and through, she also loved drawing all the characters at her party. she grew out of the phase in high school, but still pursued art and wrote horrible stories for fun. ☁ high school also saw her actually getting some friends that shared her sentiments. one in her friend group especially, a boy named rick, got close to her in a way that slowly bloomed into her first relationship. ☁ you see, rick was everything lore dreamed her first boyfriend would be. they dated for three years all through graduation, after which rick announced that he was getting the hell out of shrike heights and he wanted lore to go with him. by the merit of her nerdy hobbies, lore might seem like a shy and awkward person but her friends and rick knew better. she was ride or die for him, which meant that she was all in for this venture she still wasn't ready for. ☁ they moved to boston, got a place and both worked two part time jobs. this arrangement only worked because their respective shifts never coincided with each other and they hardly saw each other. ☁ as time went on, it became apparent to lore that this wasn't the future she wanted for herself. she had such little time for her art anymore, rick barely showed her any of the interest he did back in shrike. ☁ one day in 1986, lore went to see Labyrinth. ber boyfriend said he would be working, so she was by herself. the movie was cathartic for her. she saw her and rick's past mirrored in sarah and the goblin king, who spirited her away from her old life into chaos. except she wasn't sure if her will was as strong as rick's anymore. ☁ at the end of the movie, she noticed a couple leaving the threatre holding hands. that would be it, except lore knew exactly who the guy was.
present
☁ she moved back in with her parents to shrike heights that year. came to a few realizations about herself, briefly worked at creepie's bar and somewhat settled back into her old routine. ☁ leaving rick was the biggest choice she had to make for herself. bullet dogded, her family told her. her big brother had moved out while she was gone and they were more than happy to get their daughter back. ☁ lore is a bit more reserved than she used to be, less likely to share the things that used to excite her. one thing is constant though, art. she still draws her feelings, even sometimes her nightmares. her style is a lot more macabre than it used to be. ☁ when it comes to the attacks, she doesn't know how to feel. her or her family hasn't been personally affected yet, but she hates thinking it's only a matter of time. ☁ after quitting her job at the bar, gets a job at the flower shop in shrike mall called life rose on. she is aware of the recent attack there, though cannot begin to imagine how her coworkers are coping. she would desperately want to help them.
wanted connections
☁ really think she should have an enemy, or someone she doesn't get along with, that either knows or doesn't know the reason for her moving back to shrike but still uses that to spread rumors about her. ☁ dnd friends!! equally nerdy friends to talk about movies! ☁ an older, protective presence in her life who sees how lost she is for the past two years and is willing to help her find her path.
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Satyr, elf, dwarf, genasi, paladin, bard, fighter, warlock
Hi!! this got a little rambly and long lmao but here we go:
Satyr: how did you discover critical role
okay so!! This was apparently just before crit role started streaming, cause it was 8 years ago, and anyway, I went to a signing for Matt at a con. I'm incredibly shy, but he was just very nice and friendly. Some time later, I started seeing pretty VM art and heard people talking about this DND thing that Matt Mercer did with some other VA's and I was like, oh!! I've heard of him!
I tried getting right into C1 but I felt like it was maybe a little daunting to catch up at that point. But then not long after, C1 wrapped up, and they announced they were doing another campaign. So it seemed like the perfect opportunity to start watching, be there right for the beginning of the new game. And I still remember when C2 was first teased, they posted this art of the party--but just their sihlouettes.
And it was just so fun to see everyone guessing at what kind of class everyone was and who was playing what character, and there was!! this one very striking sihlouette in particular! This one with HORNS and pretty jewelry and!! tHIS ADORABLE LITTLE TAIL!! and anyway I saw that sihlouette and I was like!! That one! I want to see that one! And watched the first episode of C2 live absolutely vibrating with excitement and when Mollymauk first showed up I knew I was already so far gone, it was hopeless--
Elf: what is your favorite side campaign
I really liked EXU Calamity!! Even if it absolutely broke my heart, it was just so much fascinating world building and character arcs. And I'm just so weak for anything related to the Age of Arcanum.
Dwarf: what is your favorite one-shot
THE SONG OF THE LORELEI!! I love blood hunters and werewolves and the concept of all the PCs being family. The sibling rivalry and banter, the mysterious family history and the way each character chooses whether to carry on this legacy or find their own path--there's just a lot of little things I loved.
Genasi: who is your favorite campaign 3 character (so far)
Funnily enough, my favorite character is a genasi, and it's Ashton!! I love the whole concept of dunamancy as raw, primal power and chaos--as opposed to the very refined science of spellwork and theorems we see from Dynasty wizards. It's just such an interesting contrast and the unpredictability of it is so fun. Love watching Taliesin react to what he rolls for those chaos bursts.
Also adore Ash's whole personality and the little so far we've uncovered about their past. I love his little found family and the way they're so protective of people when they insist they don't have friends. Grappling with their fear of abandonment and attachment, gradually learning to up again and heal. Also, Taliesin playing another trans character just makes me so so happy. Soft barbarian my beloved,,
Paladin: what is your favorite friendship
aHH the circus kids!! I think it's such a tragedy that we never got to see more of them, and it makes all of their little moments all the more heartfelt and poignant. Yasha saying that she just got attached to Molly because "he was Molly," seeing him in all his color and vibrance and joy--"he was so beautiful." A spark of life when she had been traveling so long in the wastes, where everything was dead and nothing grew, where there was no color in the world. And then there's Molly, and he shines like a beacon.
Molly making sure Yasha has ways to find them when they leave town. Kissing her on the forehead when she comes back. The aftermath of the Zone of Truth spell, when Molly's just leaning into her for comfort and thanking her for being there for him. Molly opening up to Yasha about being genderfluid, about how he really feels and what his tattoos mean to him.
Molly waking from the resurrection feeling so lost and pained and Empty--running away and holding his head in his hands until Yasha goes to his side and comforts him, promises him he's not Empty anymore. The sheer adoration and warmth in his voice when he calls her Love, the moments when he gives her the biggest hug and hands her the flowers he picked just for her and Beau.
The fact that Molly spent so long at the circus waiting for the next time Yasha would show, trusting that she'd always come back when she's ready, that she'd never leave them for good. Yasha still faintly hoping and praying, mourning Molly for so long until finally, finally--he comes home. And this time, Yasha gets to be the one to welcome him back and bring some color and warmth to his life.
Bard: what is your favorite “how do you want to do this?”
The vision of Yasha ripping Obann's wings off while lit by the temple's shattered stained glass is just so very thematically satisfying and striking, I'll never get over it.
But Jester staring down at Lucien and telling Molly that she knows he's in there, that they all love him so much and they want him back--that always breaks me. The poetry of Jester being the one to strike down Lucien when she's the one who read his tarot cards and told him, "Facing you is death," but says it is a comfort. Death--not as cruelty or something monstrous, but as a new beginning, an end so something new can be born--death coming to you and sitting beside you, holding your hand and telling you it will be okay.
Two tieflings, two parts of a matching set, a deck drawn by them both--Jester and Molly, death and rebirth. I love them so much.
Fighter: what was your favorite funny moment
I absolutely adore the classics of 1) Vox Machina spends like four spell slots, 25 minutes, and takes 10 damage trying to open x1 door in Whitestone, and 2) THE HOSPITAL HEIST and especially eVERYTHING Molly did for it. The image of him crashing through a window full of glass and acting like he just did a ten point landing and then jumping into Fjord's arms while he's trying to convince some nearby guards that Molly ran off in the opposite direction--pure art.
Warlock: what is your favorite critical role merch 
MOLLY AND JESTER'S TAROT DECK!! I've been longing for that merch for years and it's everything I wanted. I love the little introduction written from Molly's point of view and all the lore tidbits we get about Moonweaver worship and Moonweaver oracle decks. I've also just always had a love of tarot cards, and this is actually my first oracle deck, so I was really excited!
The way these decks are often destroyed and rebuilt from scratch over and over, sometimes as often as the passing phases of the moon--how this reflects Molly's own soul and his fluidity in transformation and renewal between lives. The fact that Molly really does use his cards to try and help people, and that there's another group aligned with Ruidus who make red moon decks designed just to deceive and manipulate their marks.
Molly's cards and art being influenced by the ideals of Moonweaver worship and his heart for adventure and romance. The way he really did draw cards for all the Mighty Nein, making them a part of his life and the story his deck tells--I just love him and Jester and this lovely collaboration of art they did together. (Also, Jester's little notes in the margins of the pamphlet are so cute!)
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akashicmuses · 1 year
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One of my favorite random, unimportant Anise headcanons is that she has really, really terrible dreams. Not in the way that they’re traumatic, but...
Anise having a dream that she comes back to the Order and Mohs is now a Katz and is wearing a fursuit and now she has to wear one too, it’s now the official uniform.
One where she is a bucket of water and gets splashed on a wall by someone and slowly dries while watching the world around her descend to chaos.
Everything is exactly the same but Luke is an Ant Lion Man and no one but her thinks that it’s strange. Eventually they all turn their backs on her because she doesn’t accept that Luke is an Ant Lion Man.
Ion leaves the Order of Lorelei after winning it big at the Casino in Keterberg and starts a new life as a professional high roller and Anise leaves with him to be his bodyguard (Anise actually kinda likes this one though).
Anise usually keeps these dreams to herself, but sometimes she tells Ion about them.
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Aura Avery
Hair: White, curly, past the shoulders
Eyes: Pale pink
Height: 5’ 2”
Other: Three fluffy white fox tails with pink tips (about 5 feet long), white fox ears with pink tips, little fangs, light pink Laylish markings that were hidden by her adoptive mother Vivian
Aura Avery is a Half Therian, half Tae born around the time that Alric Landry was crowned King of Laylovahn.She is the daughter of Lorelei and Bemere (the watchers of Chaos and Order respectively) and was Raised by Vivian and Amanda for two years, then Ordell and Kay Avery for the remainder of her young life. Aura is what is known as a Chaos Engine, a Havenian entity that, with enough practice and training can create anything they’d like through the force of their imagination.She, however, only learned this recently. Aura started her journey with Hack and Eliza, and the trio found Skunk later on in their journey. They are currently looking for the three keys to travel to the Beyond to save Ayriaria from Zazon.`
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This post was submitted by Aura's creator, @auraofadorable. She created Aura for a dnd campaign placed in Ayriaria. Any use of this character in my stories is with her permission.
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crazycatsiren · 28 days
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I just bought a new car. She's a blue Nissan Kicks. Her name's Belladonna. 💙
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faebhaal · 1 month
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[ sigh ] " what did you do ? " from lorelei dklsjf
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"Why do you think it was me that did anything?" Ithaca pouts at Lorelei, eyes wide as a doe's and lip jutting out. Perhaps it's vast of amount of blood or even the githyanki corpses that lay strewn about. Who knows what could have given the bard such a notion?
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It's a fair accusation. Of the two (and most of the rest of their party), it seems the sorceress is a bit more prone to trouble and chaos; not necessarily a bad trait (in her opinion). Variety is the spice of life after all. "I guess it depends on how big of a list you want?" As if that makes it any better. Ithaca hums, wings fluttering slowly. "For starters, I vandalized the gith's portrait of their queen, got a sunshiney mace, took an egg...killed some more..." Her voice trails off as she tries to recall an accurate agenda that she exacted. The rumbling in her stomach is what interrupts her.
"I'm soooo hungry! If you're gonna scold me, can we do it back at camp where the food is?"
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girlunseen1975 · 3 months
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Purple
It is yearning. It is beauty, in my eyes.
My eyes bleed the color purple in the form of my dark circles. I inherited these from my mother's side.
Bruises. My lips turn purple when I feel faint, syncope. Deoxygenated lips of a deceased, a decaying body. my grandfather in his casket.
But purple is life, on a newborn baby's pulsing head after coming out of the womb, pressured through the tight canal.
My mother's favorite color is purple. At least it was each time I asked her years ago as a young child. “Eggplant purple” she would say. Sounds phallic, but I think of it as a very maternal color.
As the head of my household, she decorated it in this color, from the pillows on the couch to the art on the walls, and the flowers she chose to plant into the soil of our front lawn.
The jewelry she owns always seems to have a purple characteristic, feminine and evil. Her glimmering antique earrings sit pierced through my earlobe, hanging like a Victorian chandelier.
my mother, I’ve always seen as a screaming deep purple. I feel to be an angelic periwinkle glimmer.
I sat on my black wooden floors of my childhood bedroom. It was late at night and my neon lights filled the space. Decorated like a bohemian cottage, I felt safe, my hands delicately touching the dark blue textiles I would sew into my dream bag. I had about a billion ideas, drawing and creating a world of fashion I believed in. My music playing, the Cocteau Twins, it was not difficult to sink into what felt like another dimension. “Pearly-Dewdrops Drops”, “Cherry-Coloured Funk”, “Lorelei”, and “Sea, Swallow Me”, the swirly, dreamy music transported me to an ethereal atmosphere of purple. I waxed and waned joyously, hopefully, in a garden of feelings that belonged.
Purple is the color I see under my eyelids when I dance alone. Movement of the body, expressing my sorrow and my hope and my intricate feelings of the seasons. Majestic and eclectic, purple is the music I play. voices aired in devotion. haunted witchery, the warm dreamlike essence of candles lit throughout a cozy room. Purple is the torturous dark hole in my stomach of romantic sadness. It is heartfelt. It is moody and it is vast and huge, broad. the ocean at night or glimmering outer space. It is peaceful but contains relentless chaos.
Purple is new and regenerative, a light childhood experience, a soft baby blanket. The lavender plants in my childhood neighbor’s backyard. I would knock on her back door by crawling through a secret passageway, a hole in a bushy hedge that connected our houses.
In her backyard, we ran around and twirled in our light pink and white dresses, breathing in through our noses the smell of lavender and grass.
Purple is a sunny, intimate field of flowers, much like the one I lied in and romanticized with my high school lover.
Lavender stands as a symbol, ancient poetry of Sappho and the Island of Lesbos.
The color revered originally as royal in the Byzantine Empire, dye traded from the Phoenician city of Tyre. Tyrian purple. Derived from the mucus of a rare murex sea snail. The color said to resemble clotted blood, carrying divine connotations. The Persian king adopted purple as his royal uniform, in a tunic. Some emperors of the Roman Empire even forbade citizens from wearing purple, with penalty of death
Purple is the universe, my universe. Galaxies of newness and antiquity. Death and regenerative life. Love and heartbreak, it is the mystical nature of the world that keeps it spinning in its ways. perhaps a dissociation of this floating world, all in my head.
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ao3feed-thor · 1 year
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Asgard's Plight
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lQXydcD
by GamingEvil_5467
A single night had passed, and Odin was filled with agonising pain. The searing pain exploded in his head with a blinding light.
It made him falter.
Yet he was the king, and as such, the luxury to mourn was not granted.
Asgardians were a warrior race. Death on the battlefield was the norm, but his son had let go.
Loki had willingly let go to perish.
The mere thought made him realise that he had failed as a father.
Acting on impulse, he opened a door that would change the course of his life. A chance encounter with two sisters opened his eyes and paved way to a new future filled with uncertainty.
Words: 3925, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of The Reign of Chaos
Fandoms: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Odin (Marvel), Lorelei (Marvel), Amora (Marvel)
Relationships: Frigga | Freyja/Odin (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Good Odin (Marvel)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lQXydcD
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striithasynja · 3 years
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tag dump
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