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viciouslyvainvictorian · 1 year

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Do You See the Truth? It Is Terrifying.

How do we go through everyday life without knowing the true nature of things? Deception and false impressions torment everyone at every level of society from every eon. The idea of understanding the world by how one sees it is only limited in scope to the apertures of one’s capability of seeing and understanding the truth. Eliza Haywood’s novel The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo uses the telescope to unfoil Ochihatou’s true intentions and form; however, the role of the telescope– within in the course of Haywood’s life– was rapidly changing, and the use of it to understand the true nature of the world reflects the same intentions of identifying the true nature of man in Haywood’s story.

The man who pioneered the mere notion of using the telescope to discover true forms of objects is Galileo. Before the Enlightenment truly took hold, the common belief in the scientific field, according to Brady, is that “there was a long-standing tradition of skepticism about the reliability of vision . . , in which images created by lenses were particularly suspect.” Ideas do not simply vanish from one era to another, so it is easy to assure that these attitudes would not easily die out at the start of the seventeenth century. A brief example comes from 1715 from Halley,

“I thought it not improper to give the Publick an Account thereof, that the sudden darkness, wherein the Starrs will be visible about the Sun, may give no surprize to the People, who would, if unadvertized, be apt to look upon it as Ominous, and to interpret it as portending evill to our Sovereign Lord King George and his Government, which God preserve” (Higgit).

Even Halley, in 1715, is acknowledging the notion of the superstitious and already held beliefs of those who are not quite informed of the cosmos above them, and it even places to the forefront that not everyone has the equal opportunity of being educated in this age. Additionally, the notion of denying what you see because of preconceived thoughts of the Universe goes against the first pillar of Western thought, which is the socratic method.

However, there is an issue when using telescopes in the 17th century, which is the fact that, “There were many inferior instruments on the market during this period that might have produced such visual experiences, but even Galileo's own instruments. . , could produce problematic images” (Brady). If our observations are faulty, then we can only speculate the true validity of these observations; consequently, the telescope’s validity was forced to endure the scrutiny of time. The seventeenth and eighteenth centuries pushed the limits of the technology of the telescope in their respective eras. Hence, this leads to the fact, “ [the telescope] produces truer images of objects precisely because it intervenes between the object and the eye looking at it, changing vision, producing new and more perfect images” (Brady). The telescope pioneered the idea that instruments do not impede but enhance accuracy in observations.

The technological development and precision of the telescope between Galileo’s time and the publishing of The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo | The Princess of Ijaveo may only be comparable to the computer chip of today; however, many of the best telescopes in this period were in England and they were often in London. The entire construction of a telescope and the way it will perceive light was uprooted and changed by Isaac Newton: he changed the mirrors to reflect light rather than refract light, thus defining a more refined and sharper image in 1672 (A Cosmic Journey: A History of Scientific Cosmology). However, Newton’s model would be a novelty, its small size and difficulty to be replicated would leave it more as a tourist attraction rather than a genuine tool to be studied with during this period, but John Hadley in 1721 “ succeeded in making a 6-inch-diameter Newtonian telescope with a focal length of 62 inches” (A Cosmic Journey). The purpose of this reconstruction was to change the way the light would be received because the light in the refraction telescope was too problematic. A Cosmic Journey states that in the refraction image, light would be broken across the range of visible light and produce a rainbow yet blurry image; meanwhile, the reflection method would minimize the light being separated and produce a sharper image of an object by consequence.

All this shining information about telescopes reflects the notion of perfection, truest forms, and the untold parameters of the cosmos. Eliza Haywood– who was born between 1688 and 1693– lived during this turbulent period of the solidification of the telescope as a genuine scientific tool (Fantomina and Other Works 10). Consequently, the telescope was depicted in The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo as a tool to see the true form of a being. The introduction to the telescope is referred to as a perspective of which can, as expressed by Halafamai, “Behold. . . as [Ochihatou] really is: all Delusions of the Ypres vanish before the sacred Telescope, nor can even they themselves. . , escape detection by the Eye that looks through this” (The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo 94). This reading mirrors the treatment of the real telescopes; being that they are able to see through illusions to the human eye and present cosmic beings in their true forms. Additionally, the telescope is equally the fruit of knowledge for Eovaai because she must now suffer the painful memory of once liking such a wretched man, but also everytime Ochihatou advances on her, she knows the cruelty of the world. This sentiment is reinforced once Eovaai looks through the telescope and, “She not only saw Ochihatou as she had seen him in Ijaveo, crooked, deformed, distorted in every limb and feature, but also encompassed with a thousand hideous Forms, which sat upon his Shoulders, clung round his Hands, his Legs, and seem’d to dictate all his Words and Gestures (The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo 94). This imagery presents this grotesque form of souls clinging around a sinful tarred soul; therefore, it provokes the imagery of an eclipse. Eliza Haywood, in her lifetime, had the opportunity of viewing two total solar eclipses. The first of which is Halley’s Eclipse in 1715 which was predicted by Halley, and the total solar eclipse passed directly over London (Higgit). The other was the Great Eclipse of the Sun in 1724, which also passed directly over London (Bowen). The Sun’s light behind the Moon’s shadow creates this terrifying tentacle-like movement around it (BBC Earth).

It is also important to note that the telescope, although as previously mentioned, can be seen as a forbidden fruit due to how provocative it was during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, but a proposition that is not entirely contradictory is that it can also be seen as a phallic object of power. The shape of the telescope in this period alone is enough to be presented as one, but also the notion of whom used telescopes in this era– only men did. Only men could see the world that is forbidden to the ordinary soul; additionally, Loar states, “The gift of the ‘magical’ telescope, then, borrows from European ideas about temporality and cultural progress, as a talismanic technology associated with modern reason dispels the lies, illusions, and irrational desires of archaic magics deployed by demagogues” (566). However, Eovaai takes that tool and uses it for herself. She not only takes this forbidden phallis, but she also turns it against a man as well. Loar presents the notion that Eovaai’s “ [sexual]desires spark the novel's political crises and point to the limitations of constitutional monarchy as a framework for liberty for women“ which is overall true, but he also states, “the savage woman in Haywood's tale is instead freed from the constraints of nature but is, tragically, not educated to use her freedom rationally” (567-568). The issue that is taken is Loar’s accusation that Eovaai does not use her freedom rationally, and the key argument focuses when she looks back at Ochihatou when he is pleasuring the monkey. The passage reads as such,

“[The emotions] of her late Fright; those of her Joy, for having escaped so imminent a Danger. . , she had others also more difficult to repel.-- The Tumultuous Pleasures she found the amorous Pair were involved in. . , Happy was it for her, that she bethought herself of the Perspective in her making use of it. . .” (The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo 135).

It is insulting to Eovaai’s character to accuse her as not educated because throughout the course of the novel she is always learning, and the gift that is given to her allows her to see the supernatural truths that no other can. Instead of the accusation as presented, one should analyze her actions as self-reflection. The entire passage is her reflecting on her emotions of the entire debacle at hand. Eovaai looking back at Ochihatou and the monkey is her seeing what she could have been. Accusing Eovaai as uneducated or still lusting for Ochihatou is insulting Haywood’s complexity of her novel.

The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo by Eliza Haywood uses the telescope to uncover the truths of man; however, the history behind the telescope is men uncovering the truths of the universe. The telescope as a scientific tool was pioneered by Galileo, and he challenged the notion that science should bend to centuries-old preconceived notions of the universe. However, the telescopes of his age, even the best, were faulty and not reliant. Newton and Hadley then changed how telescopes received light, and the idea that telescopes can view objects even more perfectly has sentiments within Haywood's novel. Eovaai uses the telescope to avoid danger and temptation, yet the telescope plays a dualistic role of Eve’s forbidden fruit but also a symbol of the patriarchy inside of a phallic object.

Works Cited

“A Cosmic Journey: A History of Scientific Cosmology.” American Institute of Physics, history.aip.org/exhibits/cosmology/tools/tools-early-reflectors.htm. Accessed 28 Mar. 2022.

BBC Earth. “What does a total solar eclipse really look like? ☀️.” YouTube, uploaded by BBC Earth, 19 Nov. 2021, www.youtube.com/shorts/mSGn8GAaYS4?feature=share.

Bowen, Emanuel “A Plain Description, of the Increase and Decrease of the Great Eclipse of the Sun, That Will Happen on the 11th. Day of May 1724.” Stanford Digital Repository, Stanford University, purl.stanford.edu/sv139ck2898. Accessed 28 Mar. 2022.

Brady, Maura. "GALILEO IN ACTION: THE "TELESCOPE" IN PARADISE LOST." Milton Studies, vol. 44, 2005, pp. 129-152. ProQuest, https://ezproxy.mtsu.edu/login?url=https://www.proquest.com/scholarly-journals/galileo-action-telescope-paradise-lost/docview/215120146/se-2?accountid=4886.

Haywood, Eliza. Fantomina and Other Works. Edited by Alexander Pettit et al., Broadview Press, 2004.

Haywood, Eliza. The Adventures of Eovaai | The Princess of Ijaveo. Edited by Earla Wilputte, Broadview Press Ltd, 1985. Higgitt, Rebekah. “Halley’s Eclipse: A Coup for Newtonian Prediction and the Selling of Science.” The Guardian, 9 May 2017,

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imxnotxhere · 5 months

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Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 09/02/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Azriel (drabbles)

@gothicbabydollz

az spitting in your mouth - smut

@princess-tulip-writes

az pleasuring his mate with truthteller - smut, big fan of truthteller

@fieldofdaisiies

azriel... - fluff, smut

azriel's hands - fluff, smut

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

#azriel smut #azriel x reader #rhysand smut #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #cassian x reader #cassian smut #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra smut #eris x reader #lucien vanserra smut #lucien vanserra x reader #helion x reader #helion smut

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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relinquish the crown: outfits & portraits

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: before the main story; decades before 'at first sight'

Summary: While on a vacation in Midgard with your friends, you encounter a beautiful stranger.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); a few cuss words; Astrid (pre-antagonist era); implied smut [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: the last part takes place in Season 3 when the spell's lifted and they're happy & married

"Princess, what in the Nine even possessed you with the idea to purchase this…apartment? And when?"

You turned to face Halley, a lady in waiting for your grandmother, Queen Frigga, who had been sitting comfortably in an arm chair inside the living area of your apartment on Midgard. On a whim, you and your friends decided that perhaps you could all take a trip to the realm simply to have a break from the duties that swamped your daily schedules.

"Well a few decades ago I'd presented the idea to the Allfather that perhaps I could find a way to make my own wealth separate from the House of Odin, and naturally he had quite the colorful opinion about his only grandchild toiling away at the mercy of inferior laborers." She, along with your other two friends from the Queen's ladies in waiting, Narda and Astrid, laughed at your impression of your Grandfather.

"Could you truly blame him, Your Highness?" Astrid countered with a giggle. "Imagine the gossips that would spread about in Asgard if its citizens saw their darling crown princess…a merchant in one of the shops that they frequented?"

"Funny enough, that's almost exactly what Odin said." You gave them all a shrug, continuing with your story. "So he told me that perhaps I could explore a way to earn this wealth…in a way that he deemed fitting of a royal. I did my research and found that there truly wasn't an opportunity in Asgard that he found suitable enough, so I explored earning it here in Midgard. With a currency conversion system in place between the two realms, I figured perhaps I could explore my options here."

"And so you've acquired a job that allowed you to purchase this place for us to lounge when we vacation?" Narda asked you, a toothy smile gracing her features as she continued to take in your surroundings. "I must say, Y/N, this is magnificent! It's nearly as opulent as your own chambers!"

"Not quite…" you trailed off, taking a walk around the apartment and waving your arm in a dramatic flourish. "I do not simply own this apartment as a reward for the wealth I'd already amassed. I own…this structure. The whole thing is one of many that I own around Midgard." You found yourself unable to fight the satisfied grin pulling at the sides of your mouth at the sight of their dropped jaws. "This is the source of my wealth, not the reward of it. I am almost certain that this reveal was the only time I'd heard Odin tell me that he was impressed with my mind. Even told me it nearly rivaled his son's."

"Your father's?"

You laughed at Halley's innocent enough query. Truth was you loved your father Thor dearly but it was common knowledge to anyone who'd seen you growing up that your intellect surpassed his early on in your youth. "No no, the other one. The one that's been gone for centuries on a realms-wide mission."

"Ohh him! Norns, what was his name again?"

"Don't know," you answered the fire-haired lady with a shrug. "I suppose I'll meet him eventually. His mission has to conclude sometime, right?" Your friends nodded their heads at your logic, finally giving you enough opportunity to segue into a new topic of conversation, making a motion with your hand as if to wave the current subject of the ever mysterious dark prince of Asgard away. "I did not bring us here to speculate about elusive members of my family. Truthfully, I'd arranged for this trip so that we may bring to reality a certain topic we'd discussed a fortnight ago? Something that Astrid mentioned about…wedding outfits?"

"Ooh, do tell, Princess." Halley sat up straighter from the edge of the bed, visibly bouncing with excitement.

"Well, we'd discussed all about what we would wear at the ceremony. Giving our vows of fidelity or what ever other tradition we would choose in its place, considering that some of us are rather averse to the sight of blood in general, let alone drawing their own." You threw a playfully pointed glance at Narda who simply giggled and shrugged her shoulders at you in agreement. "But that had me thinking…what if we had a wardrobe that was only for the eyes of the one we would spend the rest of our lives with?"

"Your Highness, how deliciously salacious," Astrid cooed. "Perhaps it could even be for the one we're destined for!" she squealed, clapping her hands together with a childlike mirth about her.

"Oh Norns, Astrid, this again? Fateds?" She nodded excitedly at you. "'Tis nothing but a pretty tale weaved by our parents and their parents before them to give us something to yearn for when we were but children. Heart's mates and red strings--oh, apologies, crimson threads…They're all nothing but an illusion, my friends."

"But Y/N, a seer in Vanaheim told me that my thread was already crimson!" Narda exclaimed. "Perhaps it is true?"

"My friend if your thread is truly crimson then I wish you all the happiness in the Nine." You walked over to the reddish-blonde to pull her into a warm embrace. "How about this, when we return home I will consult with my grandmother about these threads of ours and I will know the name of your Fated. Then, I will keep that information to myself and give you only confirmation on whether you've already met them or if they already play a role in your life."

The lady in waiting hugged you back with fervor. "Oh thank you, Y/N! Oh I do hope that it's Fandral. That would just be a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream."

"Well then perhaps you should acquire a special wardrobe in his colors," you offered with a smirk. "A touch of optimism never hurt anyone." You turned to address your other friends once more. "And perhaps we should all see each other's choices? So that in the future if we were to ever cross paths with one another while donning these specific robes, we would know the significance of the event? And know better than to disturb each other?"

The three ladies nodded their agreement as you all raced out of your apartment to scour the more tantalizing clothing that Midgard had to offer, your conversation before parting ways purely consisting of the color and how much lace or satin you all pictured in the attire.

"No," you grumbled at the reflection looking back at you, the color of the satin negligee somehow disagreeable with the image you had in mind when you were thinking 'only for the eyes of the one you would love forever'. It was in your colors, but somehow it felt as if it was the wrong choice…

"Maybe you could try another color, sweetie?" the sales clerk offered. "You have such a lovely skin tone for dark jewel tones, so maybe a nice sapphire blue, or maybe even a lovely burgundy--"

"Not the burgundy," you cut her off, your voice taking on a distinctly Midgardian accent from this region of the realm, pinched but with a slight lilt and flattening your vowels to rid yourself of your Asgardian tone. There will be nothing even remotely alluring about the occasion if I choose an attire set in my father's colors, Norns help me, you thought to yourself. But as you envisioned the color wheel in your mind's eye, an idea suddenly struck you. "How about emerald?"

You exited the lingerie merchant satisfied with your purchase, albeit a touch perplexed that the set you ended up purchasing was not set in your own colors but rather a color that hadn't been present within Asgard since at least before you were born. In truth, it seemed as if it had been a taboo to don a color that was the opposite of the House of Thor.

And yet somehow when the color was placed against your skin, the resulting image felt almost…

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, your Midgardian accent still on full display as you turned to face the towering man you'd surely bowled over. "I wasn't looking where I was going it was completely--"

"I was at fault, I wholeheartedly apologize."

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the man before you. Norns, what a beautiful specimen. The angled features of his face that resembled not only the sculptures set in marble by the great creators in Midgard's history, but also the statues set in bronze and gold throughout Asgard. The slicked back raven hair that cascaded down to his shoulders in loose curls. All of it culminated in a man that had effectively stolen the air from your lungs.

"You must be made of quite the strong stock," he commented at you with a chuckle, walking towards you with a brilliant smile gracing his features. "Most individuals I cross paths with like that usually don't stay on their feet."

Norns help me, his voice…I could drown in a pool of just his voice. "I was…about to say the same thing," you returned with a giggle that had you inwardly slapping yourself. You are the crown princess of Asgard, Y/N, you best act the fucking part. "I usually knock people over if I bump into them like that. Oh gosh I hope I didn't--cause you to spill anything on yourself." You began to motion toward his suit, set in black with gold cufflinks at the ends of the coat sleeves. "It'd be a shame to ruin such an impeccable suit."

"No worries, milady, there was nothing spilt." You had to fight with everything you had to stop yourself from swooning as an effect of his accent and vernacular that suggested he was walking among the people of the wrong century. He began to motion toward his suit as well. "In truth I do not usually gravitate towards these colors but today somehow it felt--"

"Right," you finished for him, your smile stretching even wider across your lips as he nodded at you, his own smile becoming more brilliant as the sun's light caught it. "I kind of…had a similar experience just a while ago." Before you could make a further fool of yourself for staring so blatantly at the stranger's face, undoubtedly complete with your eyes glistening with lascivious thoughts as it was known to do, you broke your gaze away from the man and stammered, "I--I should get going. Friends waiting for me and all." As you were stepping away backwards from him, you called out, "Sorry again!"

Hours later and you still couldn't rid your mind of the face of the handsome stranger you'd bumped into, blankly oohing and aahing at Halley's and Narda's chosen wardrobes and committing the images to memory for the moment you were to ever come across them wearing such garments.

All the while you found yourself sketching the man's face in your journal, deciding that if you couldn't banish his visage from your mind, then perhaps you should immortalize it somewhere instead.

"Norns be good, Y/N! Who is that absolutely delectable gentleman on the page?" Halley rested her chin on your shoulder, trying to get a better look at your illustration. "Please don't be cruel and tell us he's simply someone you envisioned in your mind's eye."

"No no, my friend, do not worry. He is quite real," you said softly, a smile finding its way to your face as you stared at the man's visage on the pages. "I crossed paths with him earlier on my way back here. Didn't even stumble one bit when I did."

"Hmm…perhaps he's not Midgardian," Narda offered, wiggling her eyebrows at you as she spied the smile that hadn't let your face quite yet.

"Perhaps he's a frost giant," Astrid jested from inside the bathroom, earning chuckles from the rest of you outside waiting for her to emerge with her chosen wardrobe. "Then again you'd know straight away, Your Highness. Blue skin and storeys high and all." A few moments later, she spoke again. "Alright my friends, I hope you're ready…"

The garments she'd chosen took you aback, with it being a black satin negligee with detailing in gold lace. "Considering our friendship and Asgard's customs about wearing colors I'm going to have to ask--"

"Norns, no!" she cut you off with a cackle. "Beautiful as you are, Highness, my devotion does not run that deep--"

"Astrid, relax. I'm simply poking a bit of fun." She let out a sigh of relief, the panic subsiding from her face. "But once again considering our friendship, I'll allow it." You gave her a cheeky wink before she closed the door on you all again to change back to her regular clothing.

"Did you get his name, Y/N?" You turned to Narda, furrowing your brows at her question. "The handsome stranger you've been sketching. Did you get his name?"

You placed the heels of your palms to your temples in a show of self-directed abasement. "I am a complete fool! Never even crossed my mind to give him my name, or get his." You groaned as you buried your face in your hands, grumbling, "Chances are I'd never cross paths with him again regardless. Besides, if he's Midgardian then any chance we even remotely had to last are doomed. I'd outlive the poor mortal."

Several decades later…

The numbers were starting to blur together in your vision as you grew tired from computing for the budget for new training equipment for the fledgling soldiers of the realm when you heard the doors to your chambers opening, a familiar audible pattern of footsteps causing an elated smile to stretch across your face.

"Hello, husband," you called out, not looking up from your work desk, your grin growing wider as you heard his footsteps fast approaching where you were seated. A faint giggle escaped you as you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "How fortunate of me that you've concluded your duties early today."

A satisfied sigh slipped from your lips as he proceeded to press kisses down to your neck, lightly sucking on the juncture to your shoulder and smirking against your skin as you relaxed against him. "I've missed you, my darling."

"Missed me?" you chuckled, his fingers lightly grasping your chin to turn your head to face him so that he could press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. "You saw me last this morning, Loki, it's been mere hours."

"Hmmm yes…and already it has been too long," he murmured against your lips. "Did you truly think I was exaggerating when I once said I wished to spend every moment with you for the rest of your lives?" You could only let out a whimpered moan as he kissed you once more, slipping his tongue past your lips to glide against your own, his arm moving to wrap around your waist and pull you tighter against him.

His words caused your heart to swell that you feared it would burst from sheer bliss. The thought that once before you would have squirmed away from his touch because of the spell that you begged the Queen to place on you had the strong sting of regret niggling away at your mind. Especially now that you even shared his sentiments of missing each other if you spent even mere moments apart, that there were moments throughout the day when you would instinctively reach for his hand and have to hide your visible dismay when your mind reconciled that he wasn't there.

You found yourself smiling against his lips as you could hear the reluctance in him as he pulled away. "You're quite a distraction, my love," he cooed in between kisses. "I distinctly remember coming here to ask you something."

"If I recall, I was simply sitting by my desk, staring at numbers when you walked in and you distracted me," you retorted, smirking at him as you pulled away, appreciating the amused grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked upon you. "What did you need to ask me?"

"I was perusing the list you'd given me on your journal and I came across…an illustration." Your journal suddenly materialized in his hand and he flipped through the pages with his magic, the pages glowing with the telltale green hue of his enchantments. "When did you draw this portrait of me?"

You looked upon the page as he placed the journal atop the scrolls and parchments that you were analyzing, your breath hitching as tears welled in your eyes. "It was you," you uttered with choked back cries.

"I don't quite follow, little Princess." You felt your body relaxing against him once again as he pulled you close, pressing tender kisses to your hair as his free hand lightly stroked up and down your arm.

"Decades before we'd met, I visited Midgard with my friends. I had to attend to some of my investments there and turned it into a…bit of a vacation. While I was there I'd crossed paths with this beautiful stranger whose face refused to leave my mind. So I drew him." You turned your gaze back to him, the air leaving your lungs as you saw the wonder shining in his own eyes. "And now here you are."

As the moments ticked by that he remained staring at you, fingertips lightly tracing the features upon your face, you could feel the crease between your brows beginning to form as confusion washed over you. "It couldn't possibly…" he trailed off before promptly stepping away from you and walking toward his side of the study, to the shelves that housed his tomes upon tomes of journals.

"Loki?" You rose from your desk and made your way toward your husband, the astonishment unwavering from his features as he seemed to have found the page that he was searching for. "What is it?"

"Y/N…my darling wife…" He reached for your hand and raised it to his lips to kiss once you stepped close enough. "Decades before we'd met, I visited Midgard as a brief intermission between my surveillance assignments. I crossed paths with a beguiling woman I'd assumed was an astoundingly strong Midgardian because I hadn't bowled her over. I wore a suit in colors not my own purely because it felt…it felt as if I should. As if the Norns had been guiding me." He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close against him. "Your colors."

"Husband--"

"Her face refused to leave my mind. So I drew her." He showed you the page his journal had been opened to, containing an illustration that held a near perfect likeness to you. "It was you." Your vision blurred once again as the tears welled in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away; all you could see was the silhouette of a wide grin stretched across his face before he pulled you into a kiss that stole the air from your lungs, weakening you so that you would have been on your knees if he hadn't been holding you up. "Even before we met it was always you. My little Princess. My dear heart."

Your journal materialized in your hands with a flash of green and you raised it next to his, putting your illustrations of one another side by side. "Now they're together," you said softly, letting out a soft giggle as both journals disappeared with another flash of green, his fingers intertwining with yours as he turned you to face him.

"Now they're together," he echoed your words, his tone taking on a darker tone that sent a shudder throughout your body as he effortlessly lifted you off your feet. The only sound that left your lips was a whimpered moan as you hooked your legs around his waist, a smirk tugging at the corner of your husband's mouth as he began to walk you both toward your bedchamber. "Just like us," he husked as he laid you down on your bed, proceeding to press kisses down the column of your neck, stopping his descent at the neckline of your dress to suck a bruise over your heart. "I was made to be yours."

"And I yours," you breathed out, repletion washing over you as you felt his hands running down your sides, fingers tracing teasingly slow circles once skin met skin.

"I wish to make love to you, my darling wife." You found yourself becoming crazed for his touch the moment your gazes met, his eyes darkened with lustful intent and yet a tenderness still peeking through as he wordlessly asked for your assent.

A low humming sound of appreciation reverberated through him as you ran your hand through his raven locks. "Yes." You felt a smile pull at the sides of your mouth as you sighed the word, feeling the layers of clothing separating you two from one another melting away in a tauntingly slow wash of green. "My darling husband, as long as I am breathing the answer will always be yes."

A/N: I want you all to remember Astrid's chosen outfit that's gonna come into play again sometime in Season 2. That thing that YN mentions about crimson threads will also come into play in another companion piece that I'll be writing soon-ish…from Queen Frigga's POV. 👀✌️

This one took me embarrassingly long to write because of how slow I was moving this entire last week due to being hit with a big sick for days. 🥲 But my breathing's back to about 98%, I don't feel like I have a marble helmet weighing down on my head anymore, so I'm jumping straight into the next thing I'm writing, which is summoned part 2! After that it's gonna be a juggling act between requests, Season 1B, and a whole bunch of other things because I already know that I just can't help myself 🫠

'everything' taglist @sailorholly @loopsisloops @unlucky-number-13 @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @sarahscribbles @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @dangertoozmanykids101 @elizabethmidnight2017

Loki taglist @calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @ozymdias @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @cheekyscamp @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #dark!loki #dark!loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki odinson x reader #relinquish the crown #muddyorbs writes

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dailyanimatronics · 4 months

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[ID: a drawing of princess halley from the moonrockers in a slightly sharper style. she is smiling and waving. she's shaded with pink, purple and blue in a gradient, with a bright purple background with stars. /end ID]

she's so pretty....

#I LIKE HER #art #showbiz pizza #<- eh. technically #the moonrockers #princess hailey #princess halley #rockafire explosion #eyestrain

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puppetsoftomorrow · 3 months

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⭐️ the phoebmonster fanfiction masterpost ⭐️

🌟 💛 all complete, but series may be ongoing

multichapter

all these roads lead back to you - 11k

🩷 set around s3, an artefact gives sara and ava the ability to read eachothers minds and force them to stay close. it goes about as well as you'd expect

the day before you came - 13k

❤️ ava hates going home for christmas, so she hires sara to come with her to annoy her family - but will something real come of their fake relationship?

heart of gold - 13k

🧡 sara is a lighthouse keeper and ava is from another world, washed up, all alone, unable to speak and far from home

wild wild whisper - 15k

💛 ava is a lawyer, back in town after fifteen years, sara is a cowboy who never left - will their past drive them apart, or is it not to late to begin again?

for reasons wretched and divine - 20k

💚 fantasy au - ava is a princess on the run, and sara is a bandit with something to hide. loosk like its time for an adventure!!

heaven sent - 12k

🩵 a captain marvel au. sara has no memories of ava, but finds her way back to her. can it work with a lifetime of memories behind them?

flip a coin, decide your fate - 9.2k

💙 the legends all have soul coins, and astra has a hold of them, and gives them a chance to pick them up. written with ginger-canary :)

the girl in the movies - 20k

💜 highschool au - ava is the lead actress in sara's favourite tv show, and transfers to sara's school, but she's not who sara imagined at all

oneshots

the problem with portals - 1.9k

🩷 set in s4 - the five times the legends portal to fetch sara from ava's house, and what they find when they do

in another life (you would be my girl) - 3k

❤️ set after 4x08, where ava remembers the timeline in which sara was killed by the unicorn

half the world away - 3.6k

🧡 what if in 4x12, instead of sending ava to purgatory, neron gives her what she's always wanted?

if only, if only (you were mine) - 10k

💛 high school au - ava and sara are paired together to look after a robot baby for their social studies class - the trouble is, they hate eachother

for science! - 3.7k

💚 based on the brooklyn nine nine drunk scale - charlie and z1 get ava increasingly drunk to see what happens. zarlie!!

vienna waits for you - 4.2k

🩵 ava is a fire warden, alone and in 1989, and her radio connects to the waverider, with sara on the other end of the line

star child, are you out there? - 5.8k

💙 set in season 4a - ava temporaily adopts a baby who's also a magical creature. but what if it's not so temporary?

series

twelve and thirteen - a second ava becomes a part of the legends

now the day bleeds (into nightfall) - 4.7k

🖤 post 4x09 - a new clone is brought in to replace ava as director, and they get to know eachother as ava deals with her breakup with sara

you can see the difference - 6.4k

🩶 ava 13 returns to the waverider to go on holiday with the legends, and lots of introspection for ava

halley and the comet - snippets of avalance family life, with their children halley and grayson

i've been waiting for you - 3.5k

🤍 how the legends escaped from the time prison, as told in a bedtime story

now i stand here looking at the sky - 1.9k

🩶 the legends come around for dinner, as sara is carrying a pretty big secret

my love, my life - 1.2k

🖤 sara and ava's second child is born, and halley meets her brother

tumblr oneshots

these were all orginally posted to tumblr, and were then cross-posted to ao3

you've got a hold on this heart of mine - 1.5k

🩷 post 4x05 - ava comes home from thanksgiving to find sara, and domestic fluff ensues

if you could bring her back to me (or take her from my memory) - 1.1k

❤️ ava's angsty introspection, post the break up in 4x09

you're too much to forget - 0.4k

🧡a series of voicemails from sara to ava, set between the break up in 4x09 and when sara finds ava again in 4x12

no matter what, just be my girl - 1.6k

💛 what happened between sara and ava after ava gets home from purgatory

i'll trade all of my tomorrows (for one single yesterday) - 0.7k

💚 an alternative version of the break up scene in 4x09 - still angst though

got leavin' on her mind - 1.6k

🩵 sara can't brush off atropos' attack so easily - Major Angst!!

(i'm so) afraid of losing you again - 1.1k

💙 an alternative take on the opening for 6x01, written before s6 aired

i thought i'd been kissed and i thought i'd been loved (but that was before i met you) - 1k

💜 an au where sara doesn’t get kidnapped by aliens … or the one where ava gets tucked into bed

i'm just me - 1.2k

🩷 an alternative scene for sara telling ava that she's now an alien-clone. hurt / comfort

it's the happiness of having you (that makes my world a place worth living in) - 2.1k

❤️ my take on the avalance wedding! absolutly nothing like the wedding we got aha

hoping just by chance that i'll get a glimpse of you - 1k

🧡 written based on the 7x05 promo that something goes wrong and maybe ava gets erased for a bit when gwyn's time machine is on the fritz

heaven watches over fools like me - 0.8k

💛 ava and sara play gay chicken - originially from a tumblr prompt

the green green grass of home - 1k

💚 a potential s8 where sara and her baby escape from the time jail

#phoebe returns #legends of tomorrow #avalance #my writing #i redid the previous post and made it pretty woo #canon may be over but fanfic is forever babey!!

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halleythecometcorgi · 1 year

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She was in a hyper mood, so Doug made a barrier out of her beds to keep her from bothering me during a meeting.

…jokes on him, Halley can jump! Also she’s a bit of a princess so a stack of beds is right up her alley!

#corgi #cute #halley #pembroke welsh corgi #black headed corgi #black corgi

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emil162 · 1 year

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That was the sudden flash in the night sky! ☄️ Cure Halley!

Suzen Furasshu was more than needed to join one of my favorite Pretty Cure teams 😉💚

Before becoming friends with Hikaru and the other Star🌟Twinkle girls, Suzen was an arrogant girl who did not make friends easily, and preferred to spend time not being disturbed by anyone wandering in her imagination. She is usually coolheaded, but when battles get heated, she starts showing the emotions she usually keeps pushed down.

Cure Halley moves with impressive speed, dashing around the battlefield leaving a green contrail behind her.

Halley Meteora - Halley attacks with firing a lime green energy ball into the sky which then explodes, releasing multiple energy spheres at the opponent.

Using the Aries Princess' Star Colour Pen she unleashes the attack 'Precure! Aries! Halley Crash!'. Halley jumps into the air to charge the energy then throws a lime green meteor like energy ball in the form of rams' head with its incredible destructive power.

Suzen is especially fond of her friend Ryukoh which is a Shooting star-nosed mole alien.🛸

I hope to show/tell you more about him soon 😀

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I still have to learn how to handle everything properly with the new way of drawing, but I think it turned out quite well 😀 💚

#precure #startwinkleprecure #precure oc #green cures #pretty cure #curecomet #2019 #startwinkleprecureoc #halley's comet #cure halley #fancure #pretty cure oc

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dearsnow · 1 year

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AND THE DAM BREAKS (6)

- DULY NOTED: college is hard enough without feelings involved, and you’d like to keep it that way. (Jace, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, & Baela x fem!reader college SMAU)

synopsis ; you finally let aegon into your dorm and your heart.

a/n - things are moving!!! they are going directions definitely!! lol there will be more aegon moments but this is the almost official end of the aegon/reader drama and the start of a new era. love ya <3

Taglist (bolded means I couldn't tag you for some reason): @valeskafics @mightyavngrs @mmmimilan @its-halleys-comet @babyblue-chaos @ghostheartbeat @savagemickey03 @hoe4fiction @cecespizza01 @panelhone @persephonesportal @lovelyliliya @llovelydove @nohesmile @rattheraddestrat @jordanjanellejoy @depressedperson88 @m-indkiller @julczimozart @nupppuff @writervaul-t @m1ndbrand @the-jess-life

You’ve ignored the knocks on your door for as long as physically possible. Every day, usually in the night, someone has been whining at your door, surely upsetting everyone on your floor. You’re sure it’s Aegon. No one else would be up at 4:51 AM, smelling of booze and perfume and sadness.

It’s been maybe two or three weeks since your complete disappearance from society. You claim it was for school, and part of it truly was, but in reality you just can’t face everything. You feel tears watering up in your eyes whenever you try to pick up your phone. Are you really that annoying? School is your priority but your friends will never be any less important to you, and they know that. Most of them know that. Maybe they don’t.

You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Oh my god, finally. Babe, I’ve been so worried about you-“

“Yeah. Worried.” You say, eyebrows raised. “If you’re here to complain about me having goals for myself, just tell me now so I can shut the door.”

He cringes at the venom in your voice. His words must have hit far too close to home. “I promise I won’t, now or ever again. I’m sorry.”

Fuck, he’s sorry? Even you in your annoyed and saddened state can recognize that this is a huge moment for him. He’s the king of not taking responsibility for his actions.

He peeks his head past your arm and into your dorm, and you move to let him in. His eyes are swimming with guilt and exhaustion.

“That’s kind of what I’m here to say. I fucked up. I said stupid and untrue things about you and I really hope you can forgive me, at least someday.” He rambles, his fingers tangling with each other as he sits on your chair. “I just… I feel so complicated with you. It’s stupid but it feels like the world is dead when you’re sad. I said what I said to try and get you to notice me when your head is in the books and all that, but I regret it. It was self-sabotage too, stupid fucking self-sabotage. I’m really sorry.”

A silence falls over the room as you gently sit on your bed, facing him. There’s too much for you to even say. He really doesn’t think of you badly. It was all in your head, all of it. He lied, and for the first time in a long while, his lie was worse than the truth.

“It’s okay.” You whisper, so quiet he would’ve missed it if he wasn’t staring at your lips. “What you said really hurt me, but I appreciate your apology. It means a lot.” He adds on a ‘especially from you’ in his head, knowing you think it but would never let it past your teeth.

He should be happy right now. His eyes should be lighting up and his mouth should be curving into a smile, but all he can think of is how utterly dejected you look. He takes your hands in his.

“Don’t be sad. Not about my lies, princess. There are better things to spend your mental energy on.” You laugh lightly.

“Like what?”

“Like those studies that have been taking up your time lately. Or resisting Jace’s puppy-dog eyes when he tries to get you to go to his latest game, the sporty little freak.” You laugh, your face lighting up a tiny bit, and he laughs, his face lighting up a world brighter. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, a gesture of affection he knows you won’t mind. “You could even spend it on my truths. You know I love you, right?”

“Sure…” you drawl, teasing him a bit.

“No, I’m being serious.” He insists. He climbs onto your bed next to you, hopping from the chair to your mattress like a monkey. A fond feeling sparks in your stomach. “I’m really in love with you. Just ask Baela-“ his eyes widen a bit after saying her name, but he pushes forward, “I’ve never felt this way with a frat girl.”

“Oh, what a high compliment!” You grin. Your eyes show what you can’t say, a mix of confusion and love and a sprinkle of shame.

“I would really love it if you loved me back,” He almost sings, “but you’re tied down with school, I get it. Ugh, school. Get your diploma and get back to me, ‘kay shortcake?” Now he’s the one close to crying. He can’t believe he let it slip, but everything just felt right. The moon illuminated the curve of your lips, his hands were barely clammy (and that’s saying something), and everything was just so perfect. You stare down at your fingers, playing with them while you try to take everything in.

“I will. I would answer now, I swear I would, but I just don’t know. I don’t know what I feel or how to deal with it or who I maybe might feel possible feelings for. Once I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.” You take a deep breath before turning to look at him. “I love you, Aegon. Wether it’s platonic or romantic, the principle won’t change. I hope we can stay friends.”

“Of course we can, even though I’ll be absolutely heartbroken for the next few years.” He plops his head in your lap and you smile down at him. “That’s a joke. Maybe. Let’s get onto happier things right now. While you were moping, Helaena came up with a great idea. Just open your phone and check it out.” He stands, pulling open your drawer and rooting around for a phone that is definitely not in your desk. You snort and pull it out from the crack under your bed.

“It’s been a while with this thing. God, I swear there’s gonna be like forty new updates I have to go through.”

There’s not. As you turn it on, dozens and dozens of sweet messages pop up on your phone’s tiny screen. You scroll through them, a warmth spreading through your body, and the dam breaks.

You sob as Aegon wraps his arms around you, whispering sweet things into your ears.

“It’s okay, baby. We love you. Let it out, yeah?”

He stays, and you cry, and the dam dries up, and you know that he would stay forever if he had to. A part of you wishes he could.

#solar eclipse.#duly noted ; hotd 🗒️#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon the second #aegon ii #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #aegon hotd #hotd fic

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