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A Hollow Promise [25] chapter vi, part ii

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

chapter summary : astrid gathers her allies, and draws the attention of her enemies. loki pays a heavy price for a victory.

recommended listening : rebel soul, katharine appleton, maja norming

tag list: @femmealec, @mischief2sarawr

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Astrid had told the truth, as always. Ophelia was not her only appointment.

Neither was she the first, however.

Hours earlier, wrapped in a fine, black woollen pea coat and comfortable trainers, Astrid had been walking through the fog and frigid, sea-soaked air of the Cornish coastal town of Looe.

The historical fishing village was sheltered within a deep valley, prefaced inland by thick, verdant forests and winding country roads. Ivory villas and weathered stone cottages were built into the slopes of the cliffs, bordered by a riot of meadow-flora and hardy coastal shrubs, the settlement split in half by the river that decanted into the small marina, and the open, pewter waters of the North Atlantic.

The place held a kind of quaint, antique seaside charm that was ubiquitous to Britain, in Astrid’s experience- a nostalgia that was just slightly foreign to her, evoking the same feeling as the second-hand copies of those interbellum novels by Enid Blyton and Agatha Christie that she used to read on rainy days at home.

She could feel Loki watching through her eyes, dozing gently, shamelessly indolent as he clung to sleep.

Exhaling a smile, Astrid consciously drank in as much as she could. She drew the mouldering, salt-stained tang of seaweed and ocean shallows deep into her lungs, face raised to the damp air, clear-eyed and refreshed.

It was one of the many reasons to be relieved to be out of SHIELD’s custody: wherever she went, and whatever she saw, Loki could experience it through their link. And she was one of the rare, fortunate few who could go anywhere, at any time, with little enough effort.

A flush of affection bloomed in her, like a kiss at the nape of her neck, Loki reading her intentions like braille.

Astrid giggled, the ache of want in her chest ebbing slightly, and glanced out across the harbour.

It was the off-season; the tourism trade withered into hibernation with the last days of August, and first weeks of September. Even so, the picturesque village obviously received a fair number of visitors in the summer months. Across the town, there was an abundance of cafés, bakeries, fishmongers, local crafts shops, ice cream parlours, wetsuit and board rental stores. A sprawling car park had been cut at the base of the hill, and a number of small commercial pleasure boats were moored against the harbour walls, anchored between algae-stained tangerine buoys, advertising sea safaris and recreational fishing trips on printed boards affixed to the weather-rusted harbour railing. A few places were shuttered, but other businesses remained open even into November, catering to the permanent residents of the town.

As she chased the slope upwards, approaching from the narrow, eastern flank of the harbour, towards the ageing arcade and stone bridge across the river, a thought occurred to her.

“Loki. Do you like seafood?”

She felt Loki stir. Astrid could almost imagine his head lifting from his cupped hand- or rolling across a pillow to look at her, black curls spilling, eyebrows steepled in mild askance.

I tend to eat more game, I suppose, he answered cautiously. Hunts are too popular on Asgard for it to be otherwise. But I do like shellfish. Although it is seen as peasant food on Asgard. Cheap fare, common as mud, to be eaten at the harbour by tradesfolk.

“It used to be the same here, for centuries,” Astrid replied, the corner of her mouth twisting up sardonically. “Oysters were still delicious when they were only good for the poor.”

Loki laughed softly. It is ridiculous, is it not? The arbitrary standards of high taste.

He hesitated for a long moment.

I do like oysters, he admitted, almost nervous.

A lilt kicked into Astrid’s step, her mood lifting.

“Oysters, then.” Widening her stride into a loping gait, forming rolling bounce on the balls of her feet, she lifted her face to the headwinds, letting it blow her hair back. “Maybe mussels or scallops, if I can’t find any? Oh- and cream tea.”

Cream tea?

“It’s, ah- like a dessert version of afternoon tea, I suppose? It’s sometimes called Cornish tea.” Astrid crossed the bridge at a brisk clip, shoulder bag tapping at her hip. “You’ll love it. Black tea, served with split scones, clotted cream, and jam. Strawberry is traditional, but I prefer raspberry.”

At the mention of something sweet, she felt Loki’s interest instantly perk.

Astrid’s victory dimmed as Loki swiftly crushed down on his eagerness, cooling into reflexive indifference.

Then you should have raspberry, my heart, he replied mildly, like fingers skimming her cheekbone.

“Mm.”

Astrid strummed her fingers against the cross-strap of her bag, tension furling.

She wondered if she could just scream I want to give you this, let me give you this, I want to give you everything, be selfish with me, just ask me and it’s yours, yours, yours, just say the word, put me to the test, let me prove it across the connection, or if that would be too blunt.

She opted for a subtler option. For now. “Seeing as we’re breaking tradition, we could change the tea out as well.”

Peppermint?

“I thought you might prefer rosehip. Or something floral.”

It’s your tongue, darling.

Astrid nipped her lower lip.

“I like sharing my tongue with you.”

She felt his train of thought stutter, before heating.

You’re playing a dangerous game, Astra, Loki warned, dark and edging into primal, shifting into a voice behind her left ear that seemed spoken through gritted teeth.

Astrid startled, almost tripping, as she felt the sensation of the pads of his fingers swiping at her inner thigh.

Her brain short-circuited for a moment.

Hm. Are you curious, darling?

She bit her lip, restraining the impulse to goad him further.

Following Loki revealing how he could twist his magic into her through their link, Astrid had begun asking about the possibilities. The conversation had been mostly practical- but the thought had occurred to her, even if she had quickly become distracted when it struck her exactly how ingenious the method was, how brilliant Loki was, how blithely oblivious he seemed to that fact.

But now- despite herself, folding her lip between her teeth in an effort to pin her unravelling thoughts in place- Astrid lingered over exactly how far and how intensely he could project sensation into her, how much sensory feedback he received back through their link, and whether-

No. Nope. Nope, nope, no. Work first, North. We’ll explore that another time.

Despite the curl of delighted, thoroughly distracted mischief from Loki, he let the matter drop.

Astrid exhaled quietly, grateful.

Today, she was visiting an old friend. It would be unwise to arrive disarmed of her wits.

Astrid swung off the bridge and into West Looe, swerving in a hairpin turn back down the hill, sinking into the warren of the town. There were only a few figures out in the midmorning light, walking dogs or tending to their boats, the quiet seeming to echo against the rush of the sea. The narrow streets were barely broad enough to accommodate a single car, the cobbles uneven and worn smooth underfoot, none of the structures more than two or three stories tall; most of them were at least a century or two old, patchworked with modern features, dating to the days of smugglers and portside inns and the great age of sail, their timbers ancient and their walls full of ghosts and memories.

She came to a halt outside a particular storefront.

The entire street was built into the incline of the hill, its rowhouses sitting a foot or so below the edge of the pavement, squatting low. The windows of the ground floor were almost level with Astrid’s crown, the sills above within reach if she cared to make the short jump, walls a washed white between dark Tudor beams.

Astrid tipped her head up a millimetre, the aperture of her senses opening to sweep the interior, as she read the sign affixed above the door.

Witches’ Brew, it read, white font upon a rich violet backing. On the left side of the sign was the outline of a cat, paws upon the rim of a bubbling cauldron to peer at the contents.

Bookshop, was added underneath, in smaller, blunter font. Tarot. Occult. Café.

You know, Loki commented, there is an infusion made from íviðia blossoms called witches’ brew.

Astrid tipped her head. “Really?” She asked softly.

Mother sent some blossoms to my cell recently- if you care to share my tongue later?

She winced into a grin, knowing that he wasn’t going to let that go any time soon. “Mm, in exchange for cream tea?” She teased.

Astrid felt a pair of arms slip and loop around her midriff, a mouth skimming her crown.

She felt the gentle billow of his sigh, the phantom of his chest against her back.

You drive quite a bargain.

With a faint smile, Astrid stepped down to the shop’s door, and turned the handle.

A classic shopkeeper’s bell chimed overhead, jostled into motion, before the door clicked shut behind her.

She was met with the fragrance of incense- a thicker, heavier curtain of agarwood, compared to the delicately floral smoke that lingered in the training halls where she grew up, and which her father preferred- blended with the earthiness of burned white sage, and coffee grounds.

The shop was quiet. Her steps were muffled by a dark patterned carpet, the space airy and inviting, despite the low ceilings and semi-subterranean position. At the right, the space folded into a geometric puzzle of tall bookshelves, walls paved with spines, the stacks labelled by genre with signs in blackboard and chalk, a few tables laid out with bricks of bestsellers and new arrivals. To her left was the register- unoccupied, with a bell to ring for service- and several tables and shelves, displaying various occult-themed wares. There were box-trays of tumbled, semi-precious gemstones, kitsch plastic goblets with dragons curled around their stems, dowsing crystals and decorative glass figurines, starter guides to palmistry and divining the stars.

Her eyes skipped past all of them, and up.

A large sign was placed at the bottom of a flight of narrow stairs. It advertised the café on the second floor, and tea leaf readings.

Astrid didn’t move to ring the bell on the counter, but the one at the door must have been enough.

“I’ll be right with you, dear!”

A woman’s voice called down from the upper floor. It was American-accented, almost neutral, but underscored with something in the region of Massachusetts.

Astrid smiled, folding her arms and turning away.

“That’s alright!” She replied, voice raised to carry as clear as struck crystal, twisting at the waist to speak over her shoulder. “Take your time! I’m here to see a friend.”

Movement upstairs stilled.

A beat passed, before Astrid felt the familiar crackle of magical wards being activated.

Loki reacted, his mana surging into her nerves with a precision that knocked the breath from her chest, pressing up to the surface of her skin, preparing to force his own counter-wards into her flesh.

Catching her breath, fingers fluttering at the foreign magic in her blood, Astrid sent him a gentle nudge of reassurance.

“Did you not hear the word friend, Agatha?” She yelled up, tone dry and hip cocking. “Your wards didn’t react when I walked in. Now would you please quit it?”

Before Loki tries to rip apart your spellwork and fracture your magical core in the backlash, she added internally.

Don’t tempt me, darling, Loki warned, poised like an adder to strike. Who is she?

The wards lingered, bristling like spines- before settling back.

A moment later, Astrid heard footsteps, and the creak of the ageing banister under new weight.

As I said. She’s a friend… of a sort.

Of a sort?

The subject of discussion halted, a few steps above ground floor.

Astrid remained with her back turned for several seconds, shoulder blades open and unguarded.

After deeming that her message had sufficient time to sink in- if it was going to at all- Astrid turned.

It had been about a century and a quarter, chronologically, since they had last seen each other- during the last of her father’s missions that Astrid had accompanied him on, before she had gone looking for answers.

The inciting incident that drove her to look for answers, in fact.

True to form, however, Agatha Harkness had adapted, and today was the very image of a modern, new-age witch.

Stocky, square-jawed, and casually confident, she possessed the mien and bone structure that would command the description of a handsome woman. Dressed in plimsoles, thick black leggings, and a cable-knit sweater the exact velvety depth of wolfsbane, she looked deceptively, cosily middle-class, her dark chestnut hair styled in a cloud of tight waves to her shoulders, framing her fair, round face and dark cobalt eyes.

“Well.” She draped an elbow across the rail, sleeves rolled back, sizing Astrid up with a wide, crooked smile and a gaze as hard as flint. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Astrid was simultaneously reminded of a salacious, bored housewife with a mind like a steel trap, and a large crocodile sunbathing by the water’s edge.

“It’s good to see you, Agatha,” Astrid said sincerely, light as air. “You look well. I’m glad.”

She tried to sacrifice my soul to Mephistopheles once, Astrid admitted to Loki, deciding that it would be better to get it out of the way now.

She did what? Loki snarled, alarmed.

Long story. Daddy stepped in. She came to regret it.

She could feel Loki glaring into her. Because you made her regret it, or because she decided to regret it? Because that’s quite a distinction, darling.

Astrid almost laughed. His mind was always so quick.

Alright, fine. A little of both.

Jaw and mouth pursed tightly, Agatha’s eyes flitted sharply across and behind Astrid’s form, darting as dragonflies.

Astrid softened her stance, loosening her limbs and opening her posture.

“It’s just us,” she said reassuringly.

Conveniently, Astrid did not mention that us included the sorcerer-prince whose mind was currently linked to her nervous system.

Astra.

His tone was grim, steeled, but quietly restrained.

Astrid sensed the unspoken undercurrent underneath- that he wanted her out of that shop, now.

Astrid reached for him, slotting herself into his edges, feeling him shift to accommodate her.

Please trust me, Loki. I have this.

She felt him hesitate, her calm focus an emollient.

Besides, she added. You might find that you like her.

I highly doubt that, dove, Loki replied haughtily, even as he relented.

She kept silent. Something told her that Loki would refuse to see the similarities, even if she informed him of exactly how her long story with Agatha had ended.

Agatha’s expression had stiffened slightly, eyes narrowing to a squint.

“Just so that we’re clear,” she drawled, gesturing vaguely across her with a jabbing index finger, “you’re not here to check in on me, or- drag me away to some kind of tribunal, are you?”

Astrid tipped her head consideringly. “Have you done anything to warrant it?”

Once again, Astrid opted not mention that she already had a fair idea of the answer. She had made it her responsibility to know; confidence in her decision didn’t negate the gamble, and Astrid wouldn’t ignore her culpability if things went sour.

As far as she could tell, however, Agatha had been smart. She had spent the years since they had last seen each other travelling and researching and collecting, restraining herself to a few petty grudges, mild curses, and mostly harmless, mostly necessary fraud. All in all, nothing that Astrid had found worth getting into a snit over.

Besides. That thing with the carnivorous rabbit had been pretty funny.

Astrid could feel Loki trying to pretend that he wasn’t intrigued.

Agatha snorted. “Not in my book, but we both know that doesn’t mean much. Even my best behaviour means being a little badsometimes.”

“Mm. Well, so long as they deserved it, I’m happy to remain ignorant.”

Brows raised, corners of her mouth tugging into a shrug, Agatha looked pleasantly surprised.

“Huh. Well, in that case- it’s good to see you too, Little Miss Dante,” she said wryly, dragging out the old nickname as though she were dusting off a spellbook, descending the last few steps. “Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, how have you been for the past- oh, hundred and thirty years or so?”

“Not quite so long on my side, Madame Virgil,” Astrid admitted, satin-smooth as sugar ribbons, “but I’ve- been busy.”

The Divine Comedy? Loki noticed.

Mm, good catch.

He paused, quietly assessing- before relaxing slightly in realisation.

Aha. I see.

Astrid held down her smile, but sent its warmth in his direction.

“And what about your dish of a father?” Agatha asked.

“Not interested, Agatha.”

And still hung up on whoever gave him that watch.

“Huh. Pity.” Agatha paused, appraising Astrid with long, slow sweeps. One forearm folded against her lower ribs, the opposite hand raised, fingertips rubbing together. “Any luck, then, dear, with that little- soul-searching identity quest of yours?”

Lifting one shoulder, Astrid let herself smile abstrusely.

“Some. Thank you for asking.”

“Well, you know. I like to know who and what I’ve made a deal with,” she said, head lowered into an unblinking stare, as though wondering how Astrid’s liver might taste, “as a rule.”

“It’s a good rule.” She said mildly.

Agatha looked at her for a long moment, one corner of her mouth and eye tensing- then straightened, clapping her palms together and spinning on her heel.

“Well, since you came all this way- fancy some tea? I could read your leaves for you! I must say, I’ve gotten pretty good- or, well, as good as you can get, with fortune-telling. It’s always a bit of a crapshoot, you know. Less mess than the animal guts, though.”

Astrid adjusted the strap of her bag against her shoulder as Agatha began to head up towards the café, not even waiting for her reply.

“Why not? We do have a lot to catch up on.” She began to follow her up the stairs, drawing a shallow breath as she went in for the kill. “And I think I have a way to get Karmar-Taj off your back so that you can come out of hiding, so I’m sure you’ll want to-”

Agatha turned back to her sharply. “What?”

Her eyes were slightly wild, incredulous, and treacherously hopeful.

Reflecting briefly, Astrid supposed that she should feel a little bad.

That was, if not for the memory of choking sulphur, of her face and throat scorching with brimstone-heat, and the sound of dimensions ripping apart like adipose from muscle tissue and Agatha laughing broad and wild- just before Mephistopheles betrayed her, just before Astrid regained the strength to yank the witch away from the consequences of her own actions.

Just because she had forgiven did not mean she was inclined to be nice.

Besides. Agatha would respect her less if she was.

Loki watched her work, ruthlessly, using honesty as a weapon and the truth like she she owned it, cautious and amused and a little proud.

Astrid arched her brows, both at him and the witch standing before her.

“You didn’t think I’d come without a gift, did you?”

Some time later, a platter of a dozen shucked oysters in front of her, seated with a sea view and décor of scrubbed wood and clean white walls, Astrid made the first entry on her shopping list.

Tea leaves.

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ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds · 9 months

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Since the Malignant tag is far too empty for my liking, and my enablers friends encouraged me, I figured I’d share my Gabriel May playlist. I don’t have Spotify, so instead I’ve made a tracklist with YouTube links. Here's hoping they work.

This playlist is mostly metal, especially nu metal bc that’s what I like and that’s the Gabriel vibe (and no I do not take criticism). I'll probably edit/add onto this in the future because I’m an indecisive bitch, but regardless, I hope y’all enjoy.

"It's Time to Cut Out the Cancer": A Gabriel May Playlist

"Altaer", by 3TEETH (x)

"Animal", by MISSIO (x)

"B.B.K.", by Korn (x)

"Birth of the Cruel", by Slipknot (x)

"Bitter", by the Union Underground (x)

"Blood Host", by Scar the Martyr (x)

"Blood Red Sandman", by Lordi (x)

"Body Bag", by I Prevail (x)

"Break Stuff", by Limp Bizkit (x)

"Chi", by Korn (x)

"Cirice", by Ghost (x)

"Code Mistake", by Corpse and Bring Me the Horizon (x)

"Danger - Keep Away", by Slipknot (x)

"Dead Bodies Everywhere", by Korn (x)

"Disguise", by Motionless in White (x)

"Down with the Sickness", by Disturbed (x)

"Drown", by Kim Dracula (x)

"Esoteric Surgery", by Gojira (x)

"Evolution", by Korn (x)

"Falling Away from Me", by Korn (x)

"Gently", by Slipknot (x)

"Hallowed Be Thy Name", by Cradle of Filth (x)

"Haunted", by Evanescence (x)

"Head Like a Hole", by Nine Inch Nails (x)

"Heresy", by Nine Inch Nails (x)

"Headache", by Motionless in White (x)

"Here to Stay", by Korn (x)

"Hurt You", by Spiritbox (x) (TW: flickering)

"I Am Hated", by Slipknot (x)

"The In-Between", by In This Moment (x)

"Killer in the Mirror", by Set It Off (x)

"Love Song", by Korn (x)

"Mama", by My Chemical Romance (x) (TW: flickering)

"Master of Decay", by 3TEETH (x)

"Mr. Self-Destruct", by Nine Inch Nails (x)

"My Confession", by Korn (x)

"My Pain", by Slipknot (x)

"Natural High", by the Union Underground (x)

"Necromantic Fantasies", by Cradle of Filth (x) (TW: a woman is shown slitting her wrists at the end of the video)

"Nemesis", by Cradle of Filth (x)

"Nero Forte", by Slipknot (x)

"Nihil", by 3TEETH (x)

"People = Shit", by Slipknot (x)

"Pretty Waste", by Bones UK (x)

"Purity", by Slipknot (x)

"Raining Blood", by Slayer (x)

"Sean Olsen", by Korn (x)

"Seventy Thorns", by Kim Dracula ft. Jonathan Davis (x)

"Simple Skeletons", by VIMIC (x)

"Somebody Someone", by Korn (x)

"South Texas Deathride", by the Union Underground (x)

"Spit It Out", by Slipknot (x)

"Throw Me Away", by Korn (x)

"Twist", by Korn (x)

"Underneath My Skin", by Jonathan Davis (x) (TW: flashing)

"Wake Up Hate", by Korn (x)

"Where Is My Mind", by Safari Riot (x)

"Wish", by Nine Inch Nails (x)

"Would You Love a Monsterman", by Lordi (x)

"Yellowjacket", by Spiritbox (x)

"You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)", by Dope (x)

#SORRY THE OTHER POST GOT FUCKED AND I HAD TO REMAKE IT LMAO #ace rambles #ace's music reccs #gabriel may #malignant #malignant 2021

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outpost51 · 3 months

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Playlist Tag Game

@sergeantnarwhalwrites tagged me for this one over here TY!!

Rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and list the first 10 songs that come up

currently doing an exchange fill so naturally i'm listening to one of the playlists i made for this ship

heroes || mika [spotify] [YT]

too young || storm smith [spotify] [YT]

dive || sunsleep [spotify] [YT]

my forest fire || maldito [spotify] [YT]

hail mary - hailstorm version || skott, safari riot [spotify] [YT]

hide & seek || amber run [spotify] [YT]

mercy || bo baskoro [spotify] [YT]

guillotine || jon bellion, travis mendes [spotify] [YT]

direction || hugh [spotify] [YT]

fever || sunsleep [spotify] [YT]

tagging: @void-botanist @captain-kraken @starknstarwars @sunflaresspace @commander-krios @oh-no-another-idea @vacantgodling @writinglittlebeasts @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and @liv-is

#tunes.mp3 #hi im still around just hanging out on my main blog while the mass effect brainrot consumes me

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criminalmindsfanantic · 11 months

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petition for paramount+ to use safari riot’s cover of “where is my mind” for the criminal minds s17 promo

#chaoticbau #it would be perfect #especially if they brought reid back #they used the original in the early seasons #listen to the cover and tell me it’s not PERFECT!#you can’t change my mind #im not wrong #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #cm #spencer reid

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tid-liddell · 7 months

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Part 2 of my AU sparkling is finally here (bruh, i just forgot to post it, lmao). This time, here are facts about Ace and Vita

If you don't know about this AU, you may read the comic there(PLEASE SEE THE TRIGGER WARNINGS AT THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING)

Also you can read this too to know about these sparkling more

*After joining the autobots’ side, Breakdown had found out that he actually had much in common and befriended Bulkhead and Wheeljack, then the former stunticon became wrecker. Knockout instead of working as a medic or field doctor became a plastic surgeon, which he had dreamed to be for so many cycles.

*Ace, who craved journeys and adventures from an early age, was amazed by an idea to become fearless and cool like his sire and his friends. Vita, who loved taking care of her brother after he got in trouble, soon was inspired after hearing a lot of Bumblebee’s stories about Earth including Rescue Bots academy and wanted to join them. She made this choice not only to prove by herself that former decepticons had nothing left of their former ideology, but also to know much more about Earth’s culture. However, moving there will be a big blow for her family.

* Ace has a dream of having a journey on Earth like his sister does.There young mech is planning to visit the places where Team Prime was, meet the inhabitants of that planet and, of course, have a safari and a ride on dunes in deserts.

*Their family is quite friendly. They like to spend their time together, for example having a ride in different places, listening to rock music, watching human cinematography and other family stuff. Speaking of movies, Knockout and Breakdown haven’t decided yet on when they’re gonna show their sparkling Tom Six’s trilogy and similar films. Although they still are okay with classic horror movies from the second half of Earth’s twenty century and action films.

*Surely, the creators also can be busy with their work from time to time, however their autobots friends can gladly look after their sparklings, even the bitlets themselves like to spend time with them, especially with Arcee and Bulkhead. Young mech and femme like to race listening to powerful rock with the wrecker and imagine themselves as a rock-musicians, the two-wheeled is just pleasant to them like a bot and treats them like they would be her own sparklings, she’s ready to protect them in case of something dangerous happen. And of course, to answer with pleasure their questions about Megatron and Starscream, especially about the last one.

*After hearing so many stories of Team Prime’s adventures on Earth and how they fearlessly fighted decepticons, the ex-cons’ sparklings had got a wish - to learn fighting. No one minded, autobots frequently used to teach bitlets different battle techniques that might be useful for them in future

*Strangely, Ace likes to sometimes have oil bathes for a long time and polish his scratches to clean himself up and relax after his adventures of a day

*Vita and her brother, surprisingly, are a bit good at singing. The red femme thinks that her quiet singing can help her to calm down her patients in future, but to be honest, sometimes she can let her riot nature out and sing as loud as a true rock-musician. Ace also likes to imagine himself as a drummer.

*Vita is a lesbian, although she doesn’t very much like the romance and movies of that theme. Anyway, the young femme doesn’t deny that she wouldn’t mind finding a sparkmate at once. What about Ace, although the blue sparkling either is uninterested at romance, he’s probably bisexual

#tid liddell's art #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #fan art #fanart #maccadam #show me love au #kobd sparkling #kobd

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fridgrave · 2 years

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SOTBE LEADER FIDDLEFORD PLAYLIST COVER

lola blanc - don't say you do lola blanc - angry too younderboi - before you snap jaymes young - come back for me cage the elephant - cold cold cold alt-j - in cold blood jagwar twin - happy face grandson - dirty i dont know how but they found me - new invention i dont know how but they found me - mad iqs saint motel - a good song never dies barns courtney - sinners starset - unbecoming muse - thought contagion lewis blissett - killing butterflies neoni - darkside birdbrain - youth of america set it off - nightmare panic! at the disco - crazy = genius the tech thieves - forget kongos - repeat after me glass animals - mama's gun iamx - volatile times the hoosiers - everything goes dark vitamon string quartet - lonely day they might me giants - i can't remember the dream safari riot - where is my mind

#gravity falls #fiddleford mcgucket #playlist #spotify banned russian users so i can't make a playlist

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 months

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there’s a song called ‘i will carry you’ by safari riot and it reminds me so so much of the tragic feeling love in the soulmates au!! I listened to it while reading the new chapter and criedd, i really recommend you listen to it! another similar song is ‘love wins all’ by IU!

your writing is so beautiful and inspiring, i drew some of the scenes in them :) thank you for creating such art, and i anticipate every upcoming part!! 🩷

I need to listen to both of these! ‘the tragic feeling of love’ is such a vibe 👌🏼 thank you so much babe! and i’m sorry— you drew some scenes?! from my wee fic?? i’m crying and i need you to marry me? what? 😭🧡

#literally though #what’s your favourite flowers #we wed in the spring #ask

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soldier-requests · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/soldier-requests/742779174051364864/hello-can-i-ask-for-a-playlist-for-a?source=share

hello, sorry for not specifying. nothing from a certain media, the kintype in general. but if a character can help with it, something like Barbatos from obey me!, but I don't kin him. he isn't stated as a realitywarper anyway-

and about songs.. things like Six Forty Seven by insupendo ; Solitude from Candlemass and Vermillion by Slipknot?

thank you for your hardwork :). [please tag @orderling when you're done.]

hello!! okay i gotcha now, thanks for clarifying; hopefully you like whatever i ended up finding ^_^.

and thank you! i appreciate the compliment :]].

(@orderling)

under a cut because this one's pretty long XD.

songs go like "song" + "artist"

dividers from @/just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @/baexywth

"Falling" + "Instupendo"

"128" + "machingum"

"This Could Build Us a Home" + "The Garden"

"Where Is My Mind" + "Safari Riot" and "Grayson Sanders"

"Vanished" + "Crystal Castles"

"Suffer With Me" + "líue"

"LOVELY BASTARDS" + "ZWE1HVNDXR" and "yatashigang"

"Catalysts for Her Awakening" + "Avith Ortega"

"Insidious" + "joseph bishara"

"The Sound Of Your Fear" + "Midi Blossom"

"Key" + "C418"

"It's Playtime" + "MOB Games"

"Browser History" + "Graham Kartna"

"A Burning Memory" + "Reece Moseley"

"warm nights" + "Xori"

"Lavender Town" + "8-Bit Arcade"

"Lavender Town" + "Bitmaster"

"you not the same" + "TileKid"

"Judah's Lullaby" + "REPULSIVE"

"Kyomi's Lullaby" + "REPULSIVE"

"バラック集落" (In English: "Barrack Settlements" or "Barracks") + "Kikiyama"

"PP1" + "Frakkur"

"Deep Swim" + "Windows 96"

"Sony" + "VHS LOGOS"

"Implanted Memories" + "Infinity Frequencies"

"The descent" + "Infinity Frequencies"

"Agony" (Instrumental) + "Scammacist"

"Echoes of Tranquility" + "Nocturne"

"Stars Will Fall" + "Duster"

"Choking on Flowers" + "Fox Academy"

"Dust Collector" + "YG Hypnos"

"Memoir #02 [06.12.09]" + "Maria Pseftoga" and "May Roosevelt"

"The Lobotomy" + "Maebi"

"Year Zero" + "Ghost"

"Con Clavi Con Dio" + "Ghost"

"Prime Mover" + "Ghost"

"Call Me Little Sunshine" + "Ghost"

"The Killer in My Skull" + "Alastor"

"I'll Cut You Down" + "Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats"

"Them!" + "Acid Mammoth"

"Strong Reflection" + "Mars Red Sky"

"Prehistoric Dog" + "Red Fang"

"The Culling" + "Chelsea Wolfe"

"Christ is Dead" + "Crypt Sermon"

"Beneath the Torchfire Glare" + "Crypt Sermon"

"Mare of the Night" + "Below"

"The Coven" + "Below"

"Seeds of the Desolate" + "Solitude Aeturnus"

"Fallen Empire" + "Dawn Of Winter"

"Ragnaradi Eve" + "Scald"

"In the Open Sea" + "Scald"

"Black Colossus" + "Funeral Circle"

"Scion of Infinity" + "Funeral Circle"

"Spiritus Mortis" + "I Am a Name on Your Funeral Wreath"

"Lost Horizons" + "Memento Mori"

"The Sword Woman" + "Smoulder"

"The Poltergeist" + "Count Raven"

"Beyond the Horizon" + "Isole"

"Among the Exalted" + "Godthrymm"

"Wolf God" + "Grand Magus"

"Here Be Monsters" + "Apocalypse Orchestra"

"Bring Me To Life" + "Evanescence"

"Break Stuff" + "Limp Bizkit"

"Bodies" + "Drowning Pool"

"Down with the Sickness" + "Disturbed"

"Yuve Yuve Yu" + "The HU"

"Up to the Flames" + "Ludovico Technique"

"Framed In Blood" (Remastered 2006) + "The 69 Eyes"

"Heavy Lies The Crown" + "In Fear And Faith"

"Last Man Stranded" + "In Fear And Faith"

"A Fire On A Hill" + "Hands Like Houses"

"Let Me In" + "Dead Silence Hides My Cries"

"Murder Mitten" + "I See Stars"

"Melancholia" + "Dark Sarah"

"Every Little Thing" + "Dishwalla"

"The Air-Conditioned Nightmare" + "Mr. Bungle"

"The Diary Of Jane" + "Breaking Benjamin"

"Truth" + "Seether"

"Woohoo" + "Fleshwater"

"Waking the Demon" + "Bullet For My Valentine"

"Orchid" (Remastered 2014) + "Black Sabbath"

"Neon Knights" (Remastered 2008) + "Black Sabbath"

"Holy Diver" + "Dio"

"Rainbow in the Dark" + "Dio"

"Anesthesia" + "Type O Negative"

"Nettie" + "Type O Negative"

"Love You to Death" + "Type O Negative"

"Haunted" (Per Version) + "Type O Negative"

"Rev 22-20" + "Puscifer"

"Dragonaut" + "Sleep"

#playlists | ''This reminds me of someone...''#anonymous request #orderling #🤷idk LOL #otherkin #realitywarperkin #reality warper kin #obscurekin #obscure kin #kin music #kin playlist

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redemptioninterlude · 10 months

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REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

( i know this is a multi but i'm picking rue and alice since they're the ones i write the most for this meme, just becauuuuse jfc who wants to see me post that for 8 fucking muses, nobody, that's who )

RUE BENNETT

born sinner ft james fauntleroy - j cole i'm a born sinner / but i'll die better than that, i swear / you were always where i needed you to be / whether you were there or not there ( i was there ) / i was born sinning / but i live better than that ( better than that ) / if you ain't fucking with that, i don't care / ( ooh, ooh, ooh ) yeah, yeah, yeah

shampoo - ilya i left my necklace on your counter / trapped my soul inside your heart / painted lipstick on your mirrors / took what you left me with and turned it into art / and i know that you’re not stupid / your hungry heart was overfed / say you made your bed you gotta lie in it / but then you lied to me instead

i will carry you - safari riot x old man saxon give me your pain / give me your sorrow / tell me what hurts / if not today then tomorrow / whats the protection from life and death / things already seen, fear or regret / all we ever do is choose, pain is inevitable / pick your poison, feel your cup / but i will carry you / is that enough?

naturally - tinashe i been wondering why we do, i'm at the highest of highs / can i have you back, maybe just for tonight? / baby, i can see the ecstasy when you with me, i know / ain't no time for jealousy, but i see she don't get you like i do

fade away - lucky daye i just want this feeling to last / i bet i'll beg for you to face it / feels, they change like the weather / close my eyes, find forever / gotta be nice on the / other side, 'nother side / is it cruel of me / to pretend i can't see / when i pass you by? oh / is it wrong of me / to feel the same pain / but not know why? / not know why

3:16 am - jhené aiko i do not feel the fear of fallin, i wanna fly / if it all goes well then i will / but what if i don’t? / i'll be right where i was before / but i’m not alone, you say take my hand / and we go ( and we go ), and we go ( and we go ) / and i hope that we don’t overdose / cause we don’t ( cause we don’t ) / no we don’t ( no we don't ) / ever know when we have had enough / wait…

ALICE LIDDELL

pink + white - frank ocean that's the way everyday goes / every time we've no control / if the sky is pink and white / if the ground is black and yellow / it's the same way you showed me / nod my head, don't close my eyes / halfway on a slow move / it's the same way you showed me / if you could fly then you'd feel south / up north's getting cold soon

dangerous ft kid cudi - schoolboy q i'm feeling dangerous, i'm feeling nauseous / road left me crazy, soaring, i wanna / smoking and faded, i got enormous / drinkin' and swangin', i'm feelin' dangerous / greet me by my hand 'til you teach me to float / head is in the clouds with my stomach below / somethin' 'bout this feeling, i felt it before / took this pill and it swallowed me whole / pinch me on my arm, is it heaven or fun? / if i don't come back, had a hell of a run

cherries ft aminé - hope tala the cherries in your mouth spill stars / scarlet venom to keep in jam jars / we all build worlds with joined up scars / but your constellation has stained my guitar / and the french in your mouth breaks ribs / makes heads go light and hands lose their grip / pulling teeth behind a bottom lip / to look for cherry stones and rotting apple pips

true crime ft miso - epik high the world has given you names that deny you / "obsession," "addiction" and "taboo" / you're a controversial work, the spark that incites my heart / don't care what they say / you make my dead heart beat again / when i'm surrounded by enemies / you make me clench a pen instead of a fist / love is where you find it, whatever that placе is

top again ft saba - audrey nuna 'cause it's raining / your favorite / grass is green / i might just kurt cobain it / just face it / shameless / complacent / new precipitation but you waste it / just waiting / i was dancing all this time / dancing on this mic / don't call the night / loud like mordechai / dancing all this time / dance 'til the pretty die / don't come inside / 'til I'm on top again

jotto - bibi seeing you digging into my skirt / my hatred towards humans is on the rise / the anxiety and longing you gave me as well as pills and wine / i laugh and swallow them down / what sad thing happened / what wonderful love did you have such that / with your body and mind that have become a rag / how could you come knock on my door

tagged by: @imsobrooklyn tagging: @444fm / @sunxsin / @chmerical / @sylkshe / @prettydead / @ripjulie / @dangaer / @awalkoflife / @rach8 / @perniicious / @killjoysanonymous / @temporalobjects / @freak1ish / @godstrayed / whoever omg pls it's a fun meme

#❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ headcanons ┆ it kind of collapses time !#❝ memes ❞ ┆ turned what you left me with and turned it into art !#❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ headcanons ┆ who in the world am i ? that's the great puzzle !

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pinewoodpipit · 1 year

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bloodwritten silver fic - Chapter 1 Meta

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