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Today I discovered albino capybaras exist & I love them so much
#capybara#albino#albino animals#animal photography#cute animals#adorable animals#cute#adorable#coconut doggy#not my photos btw#readme#photos dont belong to me#nature#nature photography
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When he reads a story to me…
#adult reading#relax#just us two#use me for your pleasure#bdsmkink#stay still#shhhh#shygirl#spank me sir#readme#tell me a story
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i was taking screenshots of her before i even knew her name
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we keep quiet, cause we're dead if they knew
(aka the one where loki finds out about freyja and fandral.)
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Freyja knows the garden maze like the back of her hand. Every step through it is intuitive, every flower and thorn and blade of grass feels like a part of herself. She's grown up in the weeds–even when her brothers outgrew their games of hide and seek, she has always found solace in the solitude of the maze. Maybe because she was never quite allowed to train in combat the way they were, she had to find ways to occupy herself somewhere. Her familiarity of it has been hard-won, minute by minute, day by day, every footstep creating more muscle memory.
So of course, when she began this…whatever it is, with Fandral, the maze was where she brought him. She knows the quiet places, the turns nobody ever takes but her. She knows where they won't be found.
Their trysts are not always physical; sometimes they just talk for hours, or just enjoy each other’s company in the silence.
This is not one of these nights.
Freyja knows that her body is political territory; she has been acutely aware of it for centuries. As a seidr, as a daughter of Fensalir, her indiscretions will not be politely ignored the way that of her brothers are. (Loki, as a magic user, is on thin ice himself). After all, there's a reason she and Fandral are relegated to stolen moments in hiding spots. If House Valdi learned their heir was cavorting with her, the stability of the realm could be in danger of succumbing to a second civil war.
It's an objective her father instilled in her from birth: the cold civil war Asgard has harbored since Odin married a Seidr from Fensalir cannot, under any circumstances, be allowed to thaw. Freyja was born the emblem of a union that nearly split the realm, and it now falls to her to hold it together.
All of this to say: Freyja is already playing with fire in a powder keg. Having sex with Fandral anywhere, but particularly outside in the garden, would be a de facto declaration of war if word got out.
It doesn't mean that some nights, she's not tempted. It doesn't mean that some nights, part of her thinks it might be worth it.
The further his lips drift down her neck, the closer their bodies press together, the further the concept of diplomacy flies from her mind, replaced by the desire, the need to know what Fandral looks like undressed and on his knees before her–
“Ahem.”
The problem, of course, is that Loki knows the garden maze nearly as well as she does.
Fandral all but jumps away from her, at the other side of the corridor from her in less than a moment, and he’s all movement, straightening his clothes, changing his posture, like he thinks if he looks casual enough, it’ll rewind the clock. Freyja turns to her brother, standing at the junction at the end of the corridor, face impassive but eyes unbearably amused.
I will never hear the end of this.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Loki says sarcastically.
“You’re forgiven,” Fandral replies, equally sarcastic, and she doesn’t need to look at him to know that he regrets it instantly. She pinches the bridge of her nose.
“And you’re dismissed,” Loki replies easily. “I need a word with my sister.”
Fandral looks to her for instruction. She nods. He leaves, and she can see in his posture that he’s making a point of not walking any faster than he ordinarily does; it is taking extra effort for him to not look like he is actively trying to escape the situation. A pang of fondness hits her; she bites her lip to keep from smiling.
Loki watches Fandral carefully as he leaves, his eyes following him until several moments after he’s left Freyja’s line of sight, and then he turns his gaze on Freyja. A staring contest ensues as she waits for him to say the first word.
“Apologies for the interruption, again, little sister,” he says finally, smiling. It’s that smile he uses whenever his sixth sense for mayhem lights up.
“Why are you here, Loki?” she asks, exasperated.
“Mother wanted to speak to you about the coronation and asked me to find you. She told me you’d been spending a lot of time in the labyrinth lately.” He grins. “I don’t suppose she knows why.”
Freyja sighs, walking to his end of the corridor to meet him. “No one knows, and if you know what’s good for your health, you’ll keep it that way.”
“Good for my health? Or yours?”
“All of ours,” she says, indulging his hypothetical for the lack of anything else to say. “Yours, mine, his, everyone’s. You should be furious with me right now.”
“Furious? I’m proud.” He slings an arm around her and starts walking her out. “My little sister has grown up and started reaching important milestones, like compromising realm stability. Soon you’ll be committing your first treason.”
She rolls her eyes. “I feel like what I’m doing counts as de facto treason, actually.”
“There’s the spirit.” He grins down at her. “Honestly, Freyja, I wasn’t certain you had that capacity.”
“I’m the goddess of love, Loki,” she says flatly.
He rolls his eyes, looking mildly disgusted. “Not that. I mean, I didn’t know you had that kind of capacity for chaos. This is a tinderbox, you realize.”
“Oh, is it?” she says. “I hadn’t realized, thank you so much for your guidance.”
“I mean, really,” he continues, just to be annoying. “The potential for this to go wrong for you, him, and everyone else we know is truly astounding. The scope of the damage this could do is immeasurable. It usually takes me decades to put together something of that magnitude.” He pauses. “Have you been at this for decades?” He shakes his head at himself. “No, of course not. I would’ve figured it out sooner.”
“You’re enjoying this a little too much.”
“If you didn’t want me to, you were welcome to involve yourself with any other member of nobility. There’s no shortage of suitors for the princess of Asgard, you realize.”
“No, I hadn’t noticed that either, thank you.” She pauses, grabbing his arm so that he does, too, and he turns to face her.
“This isn’t a jest, Loki. I need to know that you’ll be discreet about this,” she says. “There are lives at stake.” She always hates to acknowledge that part; it’s one thing to think that it could cause a war. It’s another to acknowledge what war entails. When she does, the overwhelming selfishness of her actions hits her like a wave.
But she can’t ignore the potential ramifications of her actions and then ask Loki not to.
“As loathsome as Lord Valdi, I don’t think he’ll risk another war over a single indiscretion, Little One.”
Freyja stares at him. “Right. About that…”
His eyebrows raise. “This…isn’t a single indiscretion, though,” he realizes out loud.
“No.”
He studies her for a long moment, and there’s something new in his eyes–he’s looking at her like he’s never seen her before, like this is a facet of her that he hadn’t anticipated.
“Do you love him?” he asks finally, seriously.
“Yes,” she says, and for all the wrestling she’s done with the question in her mind and soul, she’s surprised at how easily the confirmation rolls off her tongue.
“Is he good to you?”
She can’t help but smile at that, just a little–both at her brother’s concern, and at the thoughts it conjures of the man she loves. “The best.”
He nods. “Very well. Your secret is safe with me.”
Her shoulders relax. “Thank you.”
“You’ve certainly kept enough secrets for me over the centuries; it’s only fair.” With that, he slings his arm back around her and starts guiding her back to the palace again.
“I will have to threaten to end his life should he damage your heart in any way, of course,” he adds.
“Please refrain from doing that, actually.”
“I will not.”
#readme#mine#v: b7s#marvel oc#loki#fandral#oc: freyja odinsdottir#freydral#the beyond seven stars blog is not up yet so this can go here for now lol
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README
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I'm Pat (P@) [any pronouns], I'm currently a computer science student, have a minor in German, and work as a cook.
My research interests are currently Natural Language Processing (specifically for use in translation) and computer graphics.
Please ask me about:
Computers
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How I'm doing
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Also I'm going to do 40k rp on a whim. I'm a ttrpg nerd and it's fun. I'll try to tag it all with "#admech rp" if you want that blacklisted
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Hi. I'm back and also fine. Old email is gone though :(
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Who cares you do what you want anyway
Who cares
You do what you want
Anyway
Who cares
You’ll vent all you like
Any day
You’ll say all you need to
You bleed all you seem to
You’ll hurt all you want to
You’ll do what you want to
Anyway
No matter how much I ask you to stop
You never will
You’ll never let go
You’ll never let go
You’ll never let go.
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Dunno if Chelsea Manning is still on here but I wanted to thank her for the early scoop!
And that her proof editor is the mother of a trans-woman (me)!
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IM GOING INSANE
I FOUND A WEBSITE I MADE WHEN I WAS 11. I WAS NEVER A MORMON AND IVE NEVER SEEN STAR WARS WHY DID I LIE
#also nightcore isnt a band LMAO#readme#old web#early 2000s#2000s core#nostalgia#web finds#old internet#internetcore#old youtube#wayback machine#2000s nostalgia#geocities#internet#old image#warriors#warrior cats#erin hunter#warriors oc#warriors rp#lies#nightcore
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READ ME
Hi, I'm wolfieslittleprincess
I am not a minor and haven't been for a handful of years. I have a partner and thus will not respond to messages. That being said, I don't discourage any messages unless it is an unsolicited d1ck p1c or any sort of unsolicited picture. This account will hold mostly little tidbits and spicy thoughts about said partner. If you are a minor, I will block and report as my content may contain reblogs of extra spicy content. Anywho, have fun reading my spicy tidbits!
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she just has so much icon potential
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About Me
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I'm probably not going to cross-post yet, but here is my Ao3 link anyways.
Please read the posts above to get a feel for the blog!
I'm a writer by trade. This is just where I get to write all my super-fun stuff.
My Requests are currently: Open for head canons and thirsts. Not requests for fics. Once I graduate, I'll be back for those!
I reserve the right to automatically block anyone who doesn't follow the rules I've set for my blog.
Any original work posted by IfOnlyItWasMidnight is owned by me. I do not give anyone permission to copy, republish, record, or reupload without my explicit permission AND credit.
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If you like my stuff, please reblog, like, and comment. I love seeing all the little things you guys have to say about my writing; it makes my day.
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I'm drowning but
I am on my knees
I know that if I stand
I could take that gasping breath
I could cool the burning in my lungs
And swim up for air
But I struggle to see my legs beneath me
I forget that I have limbs at all
I am frozen to the bottom
I choke and my vision fades
I am consumed by the depth
My mind races, and I can't help but wonder
How have I been holding my breath for so long
- @isthiswhereiexist
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making this post before i forget
hello this is a character-run blog for sakura haruno from naruto, except it's a modern-day-but-they-are-still-shinobi au, except sakura is also secretly a magical girl because it's FUCKING funny. like she's still a shinobi she's just also a magical girl. u know.
this is her secret blog where she posts about her secret magical girl life. which is mostly pretty mundane actually. except for the horrors one would reasonably expect by virtue of being a magical girl. again, u know.
anyway here is a basic lowdown before getting into the rest of the pages
written by kris
picrew credit
mun and muse are adults
18+ only please. there probably will be no nsfw on here it is just a personal preference. i am going to be 24 in like exactly a month. i am getting old
MUSES who are minors are fine though
also no personals please. again nothing against y'all it's preference
don't be weird. last time i roleplayed sakura 10 years ago i dealt with weirdos. i am now no longer taking any weirdo shit.
thanksy have fun
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Can I share something?
The feeling I get when I want his attention and don’t get it . But also knowing he doesn’t belong to me and I belong to someone else is what settles these moods down. I have no right , he’s young and just trying to have fun . I am on the same page . Let’s just have fun. This is so wrong . I will be free soon enough . I need to leave my relationship and be free. Be by myself . Enjoy the attention but focus on me . I’m scared to be alone . I want someone but don’t at the same time. I want to have someone next to me but gone as soon as I wake up . I want to be loved but left alone at the same time . I want you to need me but not at the same time . I want to be alone . That thought makes me happy.
-truth
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