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The Swedes Knees
Kayla | 25 | she/her | TUA Swedes stan || Labor_of_Love on Ao3 |
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Where are my IkeaFam peeps at? It’s me, ya girl Jossambird 💅🏻
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Just want to tell you that I absolutely adore your work.
Oh can you draw Khonshu but in the screaming seagull meme. I imagine the lines would be "Truck stupid. TRUCK!"
Thank you so so much!
he's so done
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offering accepted
hello ikea fam I come bearing an offering
I’ve come full circle with the release of the tua3 trailer help
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Happy International Asexuality Day to all my fellow Aces and those that are on the Ace Spectrum!
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Hello all! Thank you for your patience, chapter 12 is out now!
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Axel says “inte mer”, which translates to ‘no more’
They probably just took creative freedom with the translation to mirror Five.
I am very confused. At the end of season two when Axel agrees not to shoot the family, he says “Enough.” in Swedish. But I’ve looked everywhere and the translation I am getting for that word is not what it sound like Axel is saying.
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Linden |Otto x gn!reader|
(I know that’s not a linden tree gif SHUSH)
|AN|: I really miss these guys so have this little short angsty thing while I’m trying to call for the rest of Ikea mafia fam *looks at @snippychicke and @jossambird*
Summary: You lost the love of your life, Axel lost both his brothers. You’re trying to move on, really…
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Gentle wind played with the bright green leaves of an old linden tree, making them dance and shake in fluttering movements almost like butterflies, the sky grey and heavy with rain – gloomy, like eyes full of tears, grieving for an old memory. In the great shadow you knelt on the cold ground, soft grass tickling your exposed skin, everything would feel like a dream if your heart didn’t ache, if you couldn’t feel it breaking everytime a loud sob shook through your body.
“As you closed your eyes for the last time, I hope you remembered my face and every night I close mine, I pray you knew my heart had always been yours,” you whispered, voice shaking and vision blurring, almost losing the sight of the wooden crosses in front of you. Without second thought, you reached towards the one right in front of you, stroking your fingers across Otto’s name, roughly carved out with a knife by a hand forced by pain and guilt.
He left, empty promise of his return reassuring your worries, you shouldn’t have listened. You should have begged and cried for him to stay, to fulfill the dreams you two shared: love, home and peace. Both could have been here now. You wanted them to be, more than anything in the world. You wanted him back the most: his warm embrace, his gruff voice, his clumsiness and genuineness, most of all the golden heart that loved you almost as much as you did him.
“I didn’t know how long were you going to hide from me.” You turned around, wiping the fallen tears from your face, trying to keep yourself together in front of the oldest that was standing in front of you right now. Axel looked just as you expected: his sharp cheeks were now completely hollow, always slicked down hair messy and curly as he left them without a single care, and his jaw stained with already easily noticable stubble.
“Didn’t want to make it worse,” he replied quietly, his eyes unfocused yet still looking at the crosses’ direction.
“For me or yourself?” The man didn’t answer, dropping his tired gaze onto the ground, his hands hidden in his pockets, posture broken, defeated.
“The day we left is the greatest regret of my life,” he admitted after a long pause, the world in his eyes shattered, its meaning lost in grief and hatred, guilt drowning him at night and you could just see. Everything he felt was suddenly so visible, he used to be a child’s sketchbook, so hard to read before and now vulnerable, even more than when he was nothing but a boy.
“Mine too.” Finally he looked at you, truly looked at you since the three of them left for their last ever mission, and hesitantly put his hand on your shoulder, too many meanings in such simple gesture for a man like Axel.
“If I knew–, if I could just–”
“I know,” you whispered, grabbing his hand with yours, attempting to comfort him, calm him down, tell him it’s alright, but you couldn’t – you didn’t believe it yourself. “I know Axel, I never blamed you.”
He lifted his gaze, tear filling up his blue eyes, the eyes Otto used to look at you with, the eyes you used to adore but now only brought you pain and heartache. “I’m going to make this right, if it’s the last thing I do, I promise.”
Your lip quivered, wishing he could. Wishing there was a way to make it right, to bring them back so you could feel his arms, kiss him and have the life you wanted to, but there were no miracles. Especially not for people like you and them. “Axel–”
“No,” he said firmly, taking a step backwards. “I can do it, I just want to know, if you will be joining me, or should I go alone?” You followed his gaze as he looked near the big linden, a dark colored briefcase resting against its trunk, testing your common sense and promising the impossible your heart so longed for.
You both slowly looked each other into the eyes, the possibilities of everything that could ever go wrong suddenly too unimportant as it was outweighted by the only argument that matter there and then: You could get him back.
“When are we leaving?” The words escaped your mouth before you could think, emotions stronger, greater than any though screaming in protest.
His gloomy face lightened up slightly after hearing your question, something similar to a smile softening his features. “Whenever you’re ready.”
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I HOPE YOU ARE ALL IN THE MOOD FOR AN EMOTIONAL ROLLEROCASTER
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Odd endearments
otto (tua) x original female character
Summary: Otto doesn’t quite know what to make of Smalls and her odd endearments.
basically ofc calling otto some fun names such as beefcake in a friendly and flirty manner, I can’t quite remember who i first saw call Otto beefcake but if I find out who, this was their fault really :]
Hope you enjoy!
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Everything about this is just 😍 😍 😍
May I present an offering:
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"Oh, Mobius, come on!"
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As an OG Vision stan, the fact that people finally woke up to Paul Bettany makes me indescribably happy
If we’re still confessing celebrity crushes, when WandaVision was airing I had a brief crush on Paul Bettany. Specifically him as human Vision in the 70s and 80s era episodes
pop quiz! did disney make the marvel disney+ shows to:
a) expand on the MCU and take the stories in new directions
b) explore character emotions and traumas
c) increase revenue for their new streaming service aka 🤑🤑🤑
d) give the public a renewed interest in DILFs
e) all of the above but ESPECIALLY d
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as for the Time in A Bottle fic, does he always meet her at the same time same day? so she doesn’t know him but he knows her? that’s kind of sad my dude
or is it sweet cause mobius is so smitten he's gone back so many times and relived those moments with the reader over and over to the extent that he knows them so intimately?
nah it's probably just sad
#tbh i was hyperfocused on there being a diner au#if anyone wants to write more mobius in a diner fics ill love them forever#mobius x reader#asks
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ok but this man was literally the loki of my fanfic dreams
#loki spoilers#old man loki#LITERALLY TRICKED THANOS LIKE ALL THE FAN THEORIES OF TIME WANTED#what an absolute king
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ROSE ROSE ROSE
Axel nodded sharply and wiped his hands with a rag that she suspected he used to clean their guns, based on the discoloration.
A lump formed in his throat as he watched her walk back down the stairs, oblivious to his inner turmoil.
How could he tell her something like this?
Also next chapter of bury me in burgundy :)
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"Påtår?" Primrose shoots him a curious look while scooping the grounds into the French press. Axel takes a moment before clarifying. "Another cup of coffee."
"You have a word just for that?" She beams at him in astonishment. "A language after my own heart."
Next chapter of Bury Me in Burgundy~
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