#aleksa look away

[rpfisfine]

both of them sitting like that while talking to an older bear in a hotel room. OK

#thats fine #ididathing #boy boy #the weird shadow between aleksa's legs literally looks like A giant bird carries me away

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

I was at my grandparents. N. was there a few minutes before me, but he picked me up from that dark alley that made me so scared. My Grams sent him down to me, when I called her earlier. N. was a little worried about me. I didn’t talk to him. I didn't want to and I also couldn't. I was somewhere else with my thoughts. To be honest, I was thinking about Daniel and that horrible night a few months ago. Once I entered my grandparents' apartment, even more memories of the time with D. came up. There were some pics of our wedding on the walls. And right here in my old bedroom, Daniel proposed to me. While I was looking at all our family pics, I noticed something. There were pics of Ana, my Cuz M. my Dad & me. But what happened to my uncle’s photos? Why did my Grams take his pictures off the wall?

I wanted to ask my Grandma, but she immediately started talking about my pregnancy. She asked me to keep my Baby. No matter what worries & fears burden me, my Baby is a gift from above, she said. Yea, my Gram's deeply religious. Anyway! It was pretty late. I just wanted to go to bed so I postponed our conversation until the next day. But before I did, I asked my Grams if she was mad at my uncle? Why else are his photos missing, you know? I once mentioned at the beginning, that my uncle has an illegitimate child but none of us knew about it for a long time. 14 years! Well, now it came out! And my Cuz M., moved in with my grandparents for a while, because he was also totally mad at his Dad. His mom left his Dad! She wanted a divorce. So my uncle that stupid fraud, was now all alone in his house for which he can repay the loan alone. His wife just wanted to get away from him! I would do the same in her place.😡

Back to me. I unpacked my bag. I brought some clothes, bcs I had planned to stay here for a while. I was sad. My Mom and Dad also had probs with each other. ..... Ugh, and in my bedroom where even more pics of Daniel & me. I felt sorry for Nico. This all must feel pretty crap for him to be constantly compared to Daniel. I decided to put away my wedding photos. Nico was still in the living room with my Grampa. My Grampa liked N.! It's always been that way. He could talk to Nico for hours about soccer. He wanted to know everything about N’s job. But I think Nico didn’t mind talking to my Grampa about his soccer career. Normally he is more used to rejection, when it came to that. I mean his Dad (mine too actually), he was always against N. playing soccer, as you know.... I took my cosmetic bag and was on my way to the bathroom. I opened my bedroom door and saw Nico standing in the hallway with my Cuz M.

Mario (to N.): I really wasn’t expecting you here. Hm!🤷‍♂️ Nice to see you again, dude.

Nico: Yea, same.... I didn’t mean to stop you, but would be nice if you could tell me which of those doors here, leads into your cousin’s room. I don’t wanna burst into your grandparents' bedroom.😅

Mario: Ana or Aleksa? Ha? 😜🤣

Nico: Ana?? Hell, no! I haven’t even seen Ana since A. and I got back together.

Mario: I was totally confused  when I saw Philip with Aleksa last year. He was Ana's bf! I-... I had no bloody clue what was going on there! She even said you knew about it. Is that true man? Did you really want that??

Nico: Uhhm,..... won't talk abou that. But she did nothing wrong! I..... demanded certain things from her and this one thing was.............. stupid! But I didn’t take advantage of your cousin or anything. I loved her. So much. Maybe too much. 🫤🤷‍♂️

Mario: Aghh... Honestly? I don’t wanna hear any details. I was just surprised you agreed, that’s... all. And A.'s room's back there. Last door on the left. Right next to it, is my bedroom so.... keep it  quiet pls. But haven’t you been here before? You should know where her room is.

Nico: No, I’ve only been to your grandparents' house with her, but, never here. I just used to pick her up a few times from here.

I went to the two to say hi to my baby Cuz. We talked a bit more. Especially about M.'s ugly room. It used to be his Dad’s. My Grandparents apartment is ....old! Older than my Dad & uncle, that's for sure. My room looked nicer! My Grams always took care of Ana's & my stuff. My sis and I were much more often here, than our Cousin. That’s why his room looked a bit neglected and was often used as a kind of....big storage space... Before Nico came to the bathrom with me, he went over to M.'s room. My Cuz borrowed him a shirt and some shorts for sleeping, so he doesn’t have to sleep naked. And they also talked about their dumb Dad's! This one thing, they had in common now.

Hm, I wouldn’t mind N. sleeping naked next to me, I thought, as I watched him take a shower. I didn’t want to be mad at him anymore, but that damn Stephanie!!! He dumped me again two days ago, just because his stupid ex fiancée made drama like last time. Agh, it didn’t go on like that! I had to sort it out with him and talk about it. But... I really didn’t feel like talking about Stephanie that night. So I just kept doing my skincare....

Nico: I'm sorry..... Won't you talk to me?☹️

Me: What can I say??? ... It’s always the same. I ask you to stay with me, you promise, but then you leave anyway. This is the third time you’ve left me because of her.

Nico: Her fucking family came back today. Now it’s finally over, I don’t have to take care of her anymore. She's gone. She's with her parents.

Me: My feeling tells me she won’t give up! She’ll come up with more excuses and lies, to get you back. And I know you’re not stupid. That means, you can't let go of her either.

Nico: I swear it’s not like that! I can’t let YOU go. I want you! I love you. And I want our Baby. Honestly!... I saw that one pic of you earlier. Your Grams told me you were 5. It was your first day at school. I immediately recognized you by your curly hair and big, brwon eyes. I wish our Baby will be a girl and look exactly like you.

Okay, that was really cute. Besides, he was still almost naked. I admit, it was hard for me to reject him. I think my hormones were partly responsible for me wanting N. sm. The pregnancy not only increased my desire for him, I will notice that I have generally become more sensitive. I cried for almost every stupid little thing.😩But I was also very happy! N and I went to bed. He wanted to settle this issue about Stephanie with me, but I told him, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted him. But tomorrow we will argue about exactly this topic! His ex! Also about Alex!I mean Alex's message/letter. Alex wanted to see me!

Oh, and Dilek will come to me to....... see Nico. She seemed to be more excited about it (him), than I was. She was a big fan of N. 😒 I was just glad Philip wasn’t there. The two in the same room with Dilek?? No thanks!🤢 I will avoid this, as long as I can!!!!!!!!!!!

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#ts4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 #rl story #myrlgameplay #unplanned pregnancy

[marvelmusing]

Sweet Treat

Pairing: Fae!Darklina x Human!Fem!Reader

Part of the Of Sunlight and Shadow AU

Summary: King Aleksander and Queen Alina of the Fae kingdom of Ravka have always had a soft spot for you after they found you lost in the woods with little knowledge of the Fae or their rules. From then onwards they have looked after you, welcoming you into their castle and, after some time, into their bed.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, consensual drugging (willing consumption of fae food), oral (fem!receiving, male!receiving), creampie, s/d themes, sub!reader, soft dom!Aleksander, soft dom!Alina, spanking, praise kink, brief allusion to reader being their pet, little bit of corruption kink, pain kink, fae food turns pain into pleasure

My Masterlist

“Aleksander and I have a present each for you, my lovely.” Alina says as she reaches towards you from where she’s sitting at the end of the bed. Her thumb brushes over your lower lip, wiping away the icing left there by your breakfast of sugared pastries.

Birthdays weren’t particularly celebrated in the Fae kingdom of Ravka. Neither Aleksander nor Alina could even remember when their birthdays were. You weren’t expecting anything from them, and you’re certain your face shows it from the twinkle in Alina’s dark eyes.

Glancing over at Aleksander, you observe the tiny lift at the corner of his mouth as he does up the last of the buttons on his kefta. Even without his crown, he looks every inch a king.

“You didn’t have to.” You insist softly, looking down at the empty breakfast tray on the bed.

Aleksander steps closer, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head back to meet his eyes as he towers over you.

“And yet we did.”

“Because we love you.” Alina adds in a reminder.

Two otherworldly beings looking at you with such unabashed adoration and desire makes your stomach flip, and warmth blooms over your skin. Your voice is soft, but wholly genuine as you say,

“Thank you.”

Alina grins, lifting the thin skirts of her nightdress as she clambers off the bed and heads towards her wardrobe.

“My turn first.” She insists, and Aleksander smiles as you scoot over in the bed, allowing him to perch beside you. From there he opens up his bedside table, and pulls out a flat black box and sets it down on the table.

You eye it curiously, but he only smiles and presses a kiss to your temple as encouragement to wait.

Alina sits down in front of you with a beautifully painted wooden box in her hands. She presses a kiss to your cheek, before she retreats to watch you admire her paintwork. There’s intricate flowers and leaves adorning the sides and lid, as well as golden embellishments along the edges.

“Alina,” you breathe out in awe. “It’s beautiful.”

A gorgeous blush ghosts over her cheeks, a startling flash of colour amongst the ethereal glow of her white hair and pale skin.

“You haven’t even opened it.” She remarks with a teasing smile.

You slide the lid open and instantly the rich scent of chocolate, accompanied by the tingle of Fae magic, fills your senses. Each sweet treat is wrapped in delicate foil of gold, silver, and black.

“You must never eat one without mine or Aleksander’s permission.” She states firmly, and you look up at her.

The two of them have always protected you from the trickery of the other Fae, and as a result, you had never eaten Fae food. You know that some Fae like to feed it to their human pets, and lots of humans enjoy the flavour and the sensations that are synonymous with such indulgence.

But of course, you know it’s dangerous to eat too much. To become addicted to the magic. It would be far too easy for you to lose your mind in the bliss.

Tracing the edge of the box, you eye the chocolates with curiosity and can already feel the pull towards them, your mouth watering at the thought of eating just one.

“Can I try one now?”

Alina’s black eyes sparkle, sharing a glance with her husband.

“After Aleksander’s present perhaps.” You turn quickly to Aleksander, your cheeks warming.

“Sasha, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m glad you like the idea.” He picks up the box from his bedside table, kissing your cheek as he presses it into your hands. “Happy Nameday, my dearest.”

“They don’t call it Nameday anymore, Sasha.” Alina mumbles quietly, and he leans over to squat at her thigh - to which she giggles.

Opening up the box, your breath catches in your throat. Nestled on a soft silk cushion is a beautiful necklace. It’s a simple circlet of velvet with a charm hanging down at the centre. A gold circle with a little sun inside it - Alina and Aleksander’s symbols. Together. To be placed around your neck.

“Do you like it?” He asks softly. You nod immediately, too overwhelmed to tell him how much this means to you.

“Are you sure?” You ask them both, knowing what stating such a public claim on you means. That everyone would know you are theirs.

“We want you.” Aleksander assures you as Alina takes the necklace from you. “To be ours. Permanently, and completely.”

“Do you want that?” Alina asks you.

“Yes.”

She smiles, holding the necklace gently against your throat, allowing Aleksander to slot the clasp into place. Once it’s done, he presses a kiss to the space between the velvet and your ear. You shiver.

“Why don’t you sit on my lap and let us pick out a treat for you?” He murmurs against your ear, and you nod, arousal warming the space between your thighs.

You settle yourself on Aleksander’s thighs, side pressed against his chest as you face Alina who has moved to sit next to her husband. She has the box of chocolates nestled in her lap, and her brows are lightly furrowed as she rifles through them all. After several instances of Alina changing her mind, she sets three pieces down on the open lid. Then she turns to Aleksander.

“Which one?”

His head tilts aside as he eyes the options she’s selected. Nimble fingers skimming over each one, before he rounds back to the first one.

“This one.”

Alina slides the other two back into the box and you frown at their interaction. She soon offers you an explanation.

“They’re all different strengths and flavours.”

With their heightened senses, and how well attuned they are to magic, it’s no surprise that they can know the strength and flavour of a wrapped sweet. Aleksander rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I thought we’d start with something softer today, considering it’s your first.”

“What will it do?”

“It’ll put you in a pleasurable haze, increasing arousal and pain tolerance. I’m sure you understand the appeal of those things.”

You do. The Fae are lovers of violence, there’s nothing more beautiful to them. If true beauty was frightening, shouldn’t all things frightening be considered beautiful?

Take Aleksander for example. His graceful hands have killed a countless number of people. The delicate fingers that now take hold of your chin can plunge an entire room into darkness, and summon a blade of shadow that can slice through flesh and bone.

Or Alina. Her soft, warm body that holds you safe in her arms. Eyes that watch you with care, whilst any other would see only the heat of the sun in her gaze, the burning fury when she wields her sunlight in a bright scythe.

They are both so beautiful - so dangerous. Yet you couldn’t love them any more. Despite being human, in this manner you were like the Fae. You loved the violence of them both. They weren’t afraid to harm, and you weren’t afraid to hurt.

“We would never hurt you more than you could handle.” Alina tells you, and you nod. You know that.

“I trust you both.”

Alina grins, and you know Aleksander is mirroring her expression.

Despite the fact that they would never want to truly harm you, something dark always twists inside them both at your blind faith in them. Deep down the three of you all know that they would need very little to break you completely. A very small part of you thinks that one day you might even ask them to.

Aleksander strokes his thumb over your jawline.

“Open wide, milaya.” He prompts, as Alina holds the unwrapped chocolate to your lips. The scent of it alone has your body tingling with anticipation. Parting your lips as he says, Alina places the chocolate in your mouth.

“Let it melt on your tongue, my lovely.” She says and you nod, your eyes fluttering closed as you slump against Aleksander’s firm chest. “Eyes on me.” Alina adds, and you obey her instantly.

The world is slowly shrinking. Before, you could hear the birds outside or sounds from the corridors in the distance. But with the delicious sweetness warming on your tongue, filling your mouth and sliding down your throat, all you can focus on is how wonderful you feel.

You keep your eyes on Alina, but as your mind grows heavier you can’t stop your gaze from sliding from her pitch black eyes, down the elegant slope of her neck, to stare at her breasts. The nightgown she’s wearing is one of your favourites, white lace with pink ribbons, and it’s low cut. Low enough for you to imagine nuzzling your face between her breasts, pulling the fabric aside with your teeth and sucking on her pert nipple.

Pleasure clouds your thoughts, as Aleksander’s hand runs over your bare thigh and you smile giddily at the feeling of his palm on your skin. It makes you wish he would touch you elsewhere. The gusset of your panties is already heavy with slick, and you shift in a subconscious attempt at easing the ache there.

Alina strokes your cheek as she observes your unfocused gaze, and she laughs softly.

“I think our little human is melting faster than her chocolate.” She squeezes your chin between her fingers, and you moan softly. “Show me, milaya.”

You part your lips, sticking out your tongue to show her the mess of chocolate sitting there, made sticky by the warmth of your mouth.

“Good girl.” She praises. “Now swallow it.”

A shudder wracks through your body as you swallow the last of the softening treat. She smoothes a hand soothingly over your thigh, and you relax further into the haze. Then she drags her nails along your skin, ripping a startled moan from your lips.

“Did that hurt, my lovely?”

You shake your head, burying yourself further into Aleksander’s chest. He chuckles darkly.

“What about this, milaya?”

His palm lands hard onto the soft plush of your thigh and you gasp, squirming with pleasure. It doesn’t hurt, and your eyes roll back into your head as you come to that realisation. That they could do anything to you, and it wouldn’t hurt.

Alina leans closer, her lips meeting yours in an all-consuming kiss, as if she were attempting to lick out every drop of magic from your mouth. You whine at the thought of losing this wonderful feeling.

She pulls at the ribbons on the her nightgown, and the fabric soon falls to reveal her naked body. With one tug from Aleksander, your own nightgown is torn from your body.

Alina pulls your body underneath hers as Aleksander stands. A whine leaves your lips once the warmth of his body leaves you, but a startling flush floods through you when Alina grips your hips, sliding her thigh between yours.

Mindlessly, you grind your soaked cunt against her thigh and she tightens her hold on you, pressing bruises into your skin. Alina kisses you messily, all teeth and tongue, and your body can only hold onto her for dear life.

Aleksander watches the two of you as he undresses. He watches the print of Alina’s nails leave a trail of crescent moons into your soft skin as she grasps at whatever part of you she can get her hands on - meaning all of you. He watches your creamy wetness coat Alina’s slim thigh as you rock your hips against her.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back and pulling a loud moan from your lips. Alina pushes your hips and with a few more tugs from Aleksander, your head is resting on the edge of the bed. Right in front of his cock.

On instinct you part your lips, and the two of them laugh, but you’re too eager to please him to notice.

He fucks your mouth slowly, groaning every time you gag around him. With the magic running through your system you find you can take him much deeper than usual. Alina continues to kiss all over your body, sucking on your nipples, teeth scraping over your hips and down your thighs. Every moan has your throat trembling around Aleksander’s cock, and it isn’t long before he’s spilling into your mouth.

You swallow every drop, licking over him once you’ve finished. Alina rewards you by tracing her tongue over your clit. The sensitive little bud has been burning ever since she placed the chocolate in your mouth, but now it was raging into an inferno. Once he’s caught his breath, Aleksander pins your legs wide open, giving Alina more space to work with.

She sucks a bruising line of hickies along your inner thigh, all while circling your clit lightly with her thumb. Tears of desperation flood down your cheeks as you fear you’re reaching the threshold of pleasure. There can’t be any more. Then Alina presses down hard on your clit, flicking rapidly over the swollen bud. You scream, thrashing as you climax suddenly.

By the time Aleksander turns you over as Alina pulls on your hair to guide lips to her glistening cunt, you’re incoherent. Tear stained, sweat soaked with a mess between your thighs.

Yet you still know what to do. You still lap eagerly between her folds, suckling on her clit as she writhes beneath you. Aleksander’s hands wander over your body as your mouth works against Alina’s cunt. He tugs on your nipples as you plunge your tongue inside her, drunk on her essence mixing with the taste of Aleksander that still lingers on your tongue.

Alina gasps when your nose catches against her clit, and she tugs hard on your hair as she grinds your face against her cunt. You aren’t aware of Aleksander moving your body, spreading your legs wider and propping you up onto your knees.

Then his hand hits your backside. A shuddering moan tears through you, and Alina groans when she feels it against her cunt. She tightens around your tongue as Aleksander hits you again. Alina gushes over your face, and you do your best to drunkenly lick up every bit of her as Aleksander continues to spank you.

Once she’s come down from her high, Alina slides further underneath you, until you’re face to face. She’s practically glowing, cheeks flushed prettily. Her lips are rosy and reddened. White hair a wild halo around her head as she stares at you.

Aleksander pushes your ass cheeks apart, and you feel him slide the head of his cock against your cunt. It’s always hard for him to fit inside you. It had taken him and Alina months to train your body, but it was still always a slightly painful stretch.

With how wet you are, the first few inches slides into you easily. Alina holds onto your hips, keeping them in place as Aleksander feels your cunt tightening around him. She trails one hand along your body, pinching your nipples, which allows him to rock a little further into you.

Then she cups your face in her hand.

“Let go of it all, my lovely. Let Sasha have his fun.”

With a whimper, you fall over the last hurdle keeping you from total pleasure. Slumping against Alina, you distantly hear Aleksander groan as you relax and he slides all the way inside you. Alina pets your hair as your face presses against her collarbone.

Aleksander arches your back even further, sinking deep inside you and thrusting hard. He watches your thighs twitch and feels your cunt squeezing around his cock, but the rest of you is limp with pleasure, allowing him to do as he pleases.

The harsh smack of his skin against yours fills the room, and Alina kisses you slowly, keeping your focus away from how Aleksander is currently splitting you in two. His fingers dig into your hips and claw at your thighs as he grips onto you, his hands grasping at the bruises left there by Alina.

Despite your shaking body, you somehow manage to rock your hips against Aleksander’s, meeting his thrusts a soft roll of your hips that has him moaning.

You’re aware of Aleksander saying something that you can’t hear over the rushing of blood through your ears, his thrusts picking up in speed as he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Sasha’s close, my lovely.” Alina warns you.

“Please Lina,” you whisper in her ear. “Please make him cum in me.” She groans lowly, mouthing kisses along your neck.

“Yes Sasha, cum inside her.”

She bites down on your shoulder, pinching your nipple again, and your cunt squeezes hard around Aleksander’s cock as you near the edge once again. He groans loudly, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you, triggering your own climax.

Lips parted to cry out, the only noise that escapes your throat is a soft gasp as more tears spill down you cheeks, pleasure numbing every thought in your head. A euphoric haze settles over your mind, as your body continues to shake with the aftershocks. Alina licks the tears from your face, humming at the salty taste as she watches you with wonder in his eyes.

They both place languid kisses over your body, voicing praises as your breathing slowly returns to normal, pressing their fingers over the bruises and scratches that have blossomed over your skin. Aleksander pulls out slowly, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the loss.

Alina helps you to lie on your side, a pillow tucked under your head as you float on a cloud of pure pleasure. Aleksander presses a kiss to your forehead, before he pushes a finger into you, guiding his leaking spend back into your warm cunt.

“Get some sleep, dearest one.”

He lies down beside you, and Alina settles over the top of him, her legs straddling his hips as she grasps his cock. Sleep tugs at you, as exhaustion begins to settle into your body, but you’re too surprised by the sight of his cock hardening again so quickly.

Alina sinks onto his length in one smooth motion that has them both moaning softly, their eyelashes fluttering delicately as they enjoy each other. She grinds her hips into Aleksander’s, her clit catching against his pelvis.

Even as you close your eyes, you can still see the two of them grinding lazily against one another, with Aleksander deep inside Alina, kissing whatever skin they can reach, lips moving messily.

With pleasure still singing in your veins, keeping your body feeling light even as you’re slumped heavily into the mattress, their moans and sharp inhales are an erotic lullaby that allows you to drift off into a blissful sleep.

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“I think she’s waking up.”

Alina’s voice is a gentle murmur from somewhere to your left, and on the other side of the bed you can feel Aleksander shift. You don’t move, too aching and sore to want to bother with it. You don’t open your eyes either.

“Let me see.”

From under the cover, Aleksander’s hand curls around your thigh, his thumb digging into a sore spot, and you whine loudly in protest. He chuckles.

“There she is. Hello little one.”

“Mean.” You mumble with a pout, cracking your eyes open to pout at Aleksander. He kisses your forehead as he whispers,

“You love it.”

“Welcome back, my lovely.” Alina threads a hand through your hair, careful not to tug on any more sensitive areas, as your eyes flutter open.

“How long have I been asleep?” The curtains have been drawn, and a few candles lit. Aleksander leans towards his bedside table, eyes skimming over the hands on his miniature clock.

“Around six hours. We thought it best to let you sleep.”

“How are you feeling?” Alina asks with sympathy in her tone, as if she already knows the answer.

One of them had cleaned you up, and dressed you in a silk chemise that felt cool and soothing against your skin. There’s a collection of finger shaped bruises forming, thin scratches, and nail prints all over your body. From how sore you are, you also assume there will be handprints on your buttocks as well.

“I’m certainly feeling.” You remark wryly, and Aleksander breathes out a laugh.

“We’ll be more gentle next time.” Alina suggests.

“No.” You say quickly, your cheeks warming as they both keep their focus on you. “I liked it.”

Aleksander brushes his knuckles over your cheek with a tender expression.

“That’s all we want for you, milaya.” Alina laces her fingers with yours, pulling your hand towards her lips for a chaste kiss.

“Thank you both. For a wonderful birthday - even if I have been asleep for most of it.”

“There’s still time for cake.” Alina says casually with a raised brow. Tilting your head aside you glance over at her.

“Cake for humans?” You don’t think you would survive anymore Fae food in this state. She laughs softly.

“Yes lovely, cake for humans.”

“That sounds good.”

Aleksander nods, moving to stand so that he can ring for one of the servants.

“Cake it is then.”

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[igglemouse]

It's the 2nd edition of SAS! Simblr Appreciation Sunday!

Posting it a little late but here we go, another week of simblrs to glomp on!

@lynzishell ~ A more recent mutual I've really got into your story posts and look forward to diving in and catching up!

@asimofmanyhats ~ First, this name is amazing! 2nd, I've always enjoyed the vibe of your posts!

@aleksa-sims ~ So many positive things I could think to say about you but I will keep it short because I don't want these to be too long, your sims are beautiful and your story is one rollercoaster I always enjoy catching up on!

@silverspringsimmer ~ You have such an amazing variety of sims content and you have to be like top 5 one of the most supportive people on here!

@tabbyrhsims4simblr ~ A long time mutual, when you went away you were definitely missed by me and I always enjoyed your supernatural stories, even when you are just doing world building posts and also definitely in that top 5 of most supportive people here!

@akitasimblr ~ Just a simblr full of positivity and good feelings and one that puts a smile on my face! I do love legacy simblrs since that's what I do and yours is definitely a standard!

Just another batch of simblrs that I love to glomp on and would recommend to anyone!

#simblr appreciation sunday

[memoirsofasim]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

I was tagged by @ashubii @cantseemtohide @90soldsoul @cowplant-snacks @silwermoon-sims @aleksa-sims @simsdada - thank you lovelies and I enjoyed learning a little bit about all of you. 🌻😊

1. Are you named after anyone? My middle name, Jean, is after my dad’s mother’s name. My initials & last name is also the same name as an Australian recycling company, JJ Richards. 😆

2. When’s the last time you cried? Last week. I’ve been feeling a bit flat since the cold weather arrived but I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing early menopause so my emotions are a bit all over the place lately. 🙂😭😠😆

3. Do you have kids? Nope. I decided long ago I didn’t want kids and was lucky enough to find a life partner who doesn’t want them either.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Nope. Sarcasm is an odd humor and I get it, but I prefer to just be funny instead of sarcastically funny. 😜

5. What sports do you play/have you played? I’ve played netball and horse-riding. At the moment I only walk or go running and sometimes lift light weights, and sometimes swim once a week. Swimming is very therapeutic for me.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Eyes, hair, clothes 

7. Eye color? Green

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Both, but I’m not really into those soppy happy endings. I also love Sci-fi movies!

9. Any special talents? Horse-riding, I feel like that is a talent. I can also run in high heels.

10. Where were you born? Australia

11. What are your hobbies? Reading and learning about space and the universe. Stargazing, simming, tumblr, playing around in photoshop with my sim posts, organizing my sims pre-made gameplay spreadsheet, watching movies & TV series.

12. Do you have any pets? Yes. We have three chihuahua's, Sniffs (male), Squish & LouLou (females). Two sheep, Sherbet (f) and Sheldon (m), and 15 Belgian de’uccle chickens. The sheep & chickens are originally my partners pets and I like to keep it that way. 😄 I do look after them when he goes away on birding photography trips but I’ve just never bonded well with them.

13. How tall are you? 5.10 or 11 I think. People have always told me ‘Oh you’re so tall’ and I guess I was back then for a teenage girl but now a days being tall does not seem so out of the ordinary.

14. Fave subject in school? Hurts my brain to think back that far, but English, Pottery & Art. I once got a B+ on my Art exam which was the highlight of my entire schooling. 

15. Dream job? I stopped dreaming of my dream job years ago and have accepted my position in this life as an office zombie. 🧟‍♀️

Tagging: @simmer-rhi @whatawhim @pixelshary @pinkchocolatesims @babblingstacey @asimofmanyhats @dragonflydaydreamer @papiermaker @breakfastwithbeb @crusty-trait @gladlypants @payte and as always, no pressure to do this. 🤗

#Non-sims #Personal

[mrslevicisbisexual]

Please Milla don't leave me.

Parining: Yandere!Aleksa Ozegovic x Reader.

Summary: Ever since milla died, Aleksa had a hard time with his wife's death and he and his wife had a fight over her brother, Aleksa has a new girlfriend and looks a lot like his Milla.

Series Warnings:

"Please milla don't leave me" Aleksa says as y/n packed her bags.

Y/n is fed up with Aleksa thinking she's his wife milla, and that's why she decided to leave him.

"Aleksa! I'm sick of you thinking I'm your dead wife and not me!" Said y/n sadly.

"But you don't have to leave me, Milla, you are not dead, you are my dear wife and our son Luka" Aleksa says with a smile.

Y/n is having a hard time that he thinks it's milla and not y/n, aleksa is crazy and she needs help. Y/n asked una to help her for aleksa and una knows that aleksa has gone crazy and wants to help y/n.

"But dear, don't go away, do you know that I've been waiting for you for a long time and now that you're here, you won't leave me!" said aleksa.

But y/n is very hard that he has to stay because of his son won't y/n let aleksa bully his son for insanity.

"please stay for our son and me, can't we live without you" aleksa says with a smile.

"good aleksa for you and our son" said y/n.

She knows she's not a smart mother, but she loves him very much and she won't let aleksa spoil him.

#gameoffaith #igrasudbine #aleksa ozegovic x reader #gameoffaith x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling

[gauntsghostsfieldguide]

Salvation Reach- Part 2

@the-fluffy-underbelly

TWO

Elodie on the Shore

"The dispersal point was a city called Anzimar on a planet called Menazoid Sigma." Oh, hey, near Menazoid Epsilon!

"Some of the Tanith men, the ones who had served the regiment longest, talked about Menazoid Epsilon, which was apparently a neighbouring system where they had fought many years before." I'd have thought they were neighboring planets.

"Marriage was permitted, and simply required certain documents and certificates to be signed by the commanding officer." That seems fairly simple. Though I suppose, in an empire of this size, marriages would generally be standardized and simple.

"But they had not got around to it. Just a few weeks spent with the regimental train had shown Elodie that formal bonds were unnecessary. Soldiers understood loyalty, and loyalty was the glue that held everything together. She was Ban’s woman, and everyone respected that. They didn’t need a piece of paper to prove it." Aww, that's sweet.

"A regiment always bred offspring." Though we only know of two, both Kolea's and both born before he joined up.

"The Makeshift Revels were a festival, a carnival that marked the departure of a regiment from its station." Which never came up before, even though I'm pretty sure they've left cities like this before.

"Elodie had learned that ‘the shore’ was simply Guard slang for any camp they occupied before shipping out. The shore was a lasman’s temporary connection to one world before he marched on to the next." Also never mentioned before, thought it makes sense. They're shipping out, though to space and not to sea, but the border they inhabit is a kind of shore.

"The children were orphans from Verghast, and they’d been adopted by Tona Criid, a woman officer who’d found them on the battlefield. It turned out later their father wasn’t dead at all. He was Major Gol Kolea of C Company. He hadn’t wanted to overturn their little lives any further by taking them away from their adoptive mother, so he’d stayed out of it, and just kept an eye on them through Aleksa." And everyone knows the story and it's just sort of dropped. Very anti-climactic.

"He had, perhaps, been handsome once, but he was no longer as handsome as he thought he was, and his roguish manner was a little obnoxious." Ha! Blenner's not bad, but he's a little sleazy, yeah.

‘I belong to Rawne and I belong to the fire,’said Brostin. ‘I have done since before I belonged to the Guard.’ Oh, Brostin. You pyromaniac. Though it also implies he's belonged to Rawne before he was in the Guard. Was he part of the black market stuff Rawne ran before?

"The man’s name was Kolding, a civilian drafted in by Gaunt." I'd forgotten he'd joined the Ghosts.

"Dorden, the regiment’s chief medicae, was sitting behind his desk swallowing, with the aid of a glass of water, the last of the six pills he took every two hours. There was no longer any disguising his weight loss and the thinning of his hair. His illness was not a secret, but it was not discussed.' ;_;

"Zweil was standing on a munitions box, codex in hand, with two young boys from the camp train stood either side of him swinging censers. They looked bored, but he’d paid them to do it." Pay will get you far.

"‘Ah, I ought to get some new material. Maybe a parable. Parables are good. I had one once, a very nice blue it was, but rather too tight.’" That's not what a parablle is, Zweil. Though I wonder what he's thinking of.

"They’ve been trying to catch up with us for three years." Odd that it took three years, since they were in one place for two of them.

"‘You’re a ceremonial band,’" Just what they need, right before they head off for war.

"‘We don’t just play instruments. We have weapons,’said Wilder, his mouth tight. ‘We know how to fight.’" That's good.

"I remember, thought Baskevyl. I remember him saying ‘I’ve written for them to send us a band, Bask. I think it’ll put a spring in our step.’ Throne, I thought he was joking." Oh, lord. Of course Wilder thought it was a good idea. And then he died, and there were delays.

"The going was slow, because the old sniper wasn’t as fast on his feet as he used to be. He limped on the artificial foot. Mad or not, they were all deferential to him, even the cocky Verghastite Banda and the hard-as-nails Belladon Questa." Aww, they like him.

"‘Beltayn’s putty in my hands,’ purred Banda." Poor man never knew what hit him, I'm sure.

"‘I have six full companies,’ Petrushkevskaya said. ‘All Verghast-born and founded. They await in orbit to transfer to your vessels. They are bursting with pride to follow in the great tradition and join, at last, the regiment of the People’s Hero.’" More reinforcements! This time from Verghast, because they've recovered enough.

"Meritous Felyx Chass, of House Chass, grandson of Lord Chass himself." And he's blonde. Gee, I wonder who his dad is, given that he wasn't referenced once in Necropolis.

#gaunt's ghosts #wh40k #salvation reach #warhammer40k

[niksfiks]

Gotta Get It Right: Chapter 11

PAIRING: Loki/OFC

RATING: Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger warning: mentions of dubcon, violence, PTSD, sexual assault, and physical abuse in later chapters. 

Also on Ao3 

Feedback is always appreciated (just being an attention whore screaming for comments/reblogs). Taglist is open

Tagging @fandom-and-feminism @fadingcoast @igotloki  @mrshiddleston-uk @mischievousbellerina  @amwolowicz 

Chapter 11: The Dungeons Below

The mind...is a fragile thing. Takes only the slightest tap to tip it in the wrong direction. Charles Xavier, Dark Phoenix (2019)

Loki suppressed a shudder upon entering the prison block. He was all too familiar with the cells, having spent far more time in them than he ever wanted to admit. Those who now occupied this prison were criminals, tried, and convicted for their crimes. He never should have been held, much less beneath the palace. He had tried to save Asgard from the Jotunheim, and from his brother’s idiotic lust for war. That business on Midgard with the Chitari had not been his responsibility. Even if it had, Odin had no right...

He stopped himself mid-thought, refusing to allow the memory to progress. Things had been set right with Odin gone, Thor off-world, perhaps never to return, and Loki firmly ensconced on the throne of Asgard. Regardless of anything else the woman had done, she had cemented his right to rule. And that alone was reason enough for keeping her alive. The other reasons he kept to himself, forgetting them when he finally reached her cell.

The woman sat on the floor with legs folded, her back against the wall. Her hands lay relaxed on her knees, palms turned upward as if to receive something. Loki watched her for some time, focusing on the slightest changes in her expression. He wasn’t sure if she was lost in a vision or simply dreaming, but her brow remained furrowed while her lips moved in silent speech. Just as he decided to leave, her eyes blinked open and bore straight through him.

“What?”

“Hardly a complimentary greeting, Midgardian.”

“If it’s a compliment you’re after, maybe you should visit your harem.”

Loki smirked. “We do not practice such archaic beliefs here.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

“I would think,” he said, approaching her cell, “that you would be more appreciative of the one who saved your life.”

“You’d think,” she responded absently, standing in a swift motion. “But technically, you’re not the one who saved me, are you?”

Loki stood silent.

“Figured as much. So the question remains: what?”

“Are you attempting to ask what it is that I desire by visiting you here? Or, perhaps, do you mean to inquire of the time?”

Aleksa rolled her eyes.

“There are so many possible variants of questions beginning with ‘what’, I couldn’t possibly list them all.” He leaned toward her. “You wouldn’t live that long.”

“Except for the part where you told your people to inject me with whatever happy juice it is that makes you immortal-ish. So I appear to have plenty of time. By all means, ramble away.”

Loki’s brow quirked as he wondered just how long she’d been feigning unconsciousness.

“What is your name?”

“Haven’t figured that out already? You’re losing your touch.” she scoffed.

“You proceed from the assumption that I haven’t.”

Aleksa shrugged, her arms folded.

“Regardless, I thought Midgardian soldiers were trained to recite their name and identifying number over and over when questioned. No matter. The data found on your identification tags has proven quite useful.”

Her hand instinctively went to her neck, searching for a chain that wasn’t there.

“Petterson is quite the surname. Perhaps I should just call you ‘pet’.”  

“Only if you have a death wish,” she snarled as she stepped closer to the force field.

“Pet, it is, then.” Her jaw clenched as he grinned. “There will come a time that your little excursions will wear my patience thin.”

“Stop chasing me and it won’t be a problem anymore. Besides, seems to me that your guards need more exercise now and again.”

“Now and again?” he scoffed. “Are you aware that you’ve attempted seventeen escapes in  three months?”

“And made it outside the walls of... whatever-this-is... fourteen of those seventeen times.” Her voice grew distant. “I still need to step up my game.”

“Your game? Quite the shame to waste such extraordinary talents on a... game.”

“But you’d have me play yours.”

“This is no game, pet.”

“Then what is it, Jotunn?” Aleksa growled.

Loki ignored the insult and grinned, satisfied that he was wearing her down. “Opportunity.”

“For what?”

“Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it? You are obviously a warrior of considerable expertise, and I admit to being quite intrigued by your,” he paused, “handling of the Tesseract. Certainly, there are other talents that remain hidden.”

“All in service of Asgard, no doubt.” Her voice soft, she added, “Or did you have something more personal in mind?”

Loki was suddenly aware of the difference in height between them as he looked down at her, trying to ignore the sightline straight to her cleavage. “I’m sure we could come to some sort of an arrangement.”

“Fuck off.” An admonition that sounded both sultry and threatening.

“An insult, the typical human response.” he balked. “Why unleash your hatred on me? Was it not your beloved SHIELD that sent you here to fetch those poor, lost academics? And was it not your decision alone to challenge me to duel in exchange for their lives?”

“Just like it’s your decision to keep coming after me every time I escape.” She returned to the back wall, sliding down to the floor. “Maybe you should find a hobby.”

“Oh, I’ve already found one. And it’s proving most entertaining.”

“I repeat,” she said with a sigh, “fuck off. Especially if you’re offended by typical human insults.” Aleksa glared at the sarcastic smile creeping across his face, then decided to disengage. He wanted her attention and she was going to withhold it.

“You can’t ignore me forever, pet.” Loki stared at her, noting the timing of the rise and fall of her chest. His mind wandered to the flesh beneath the tunic, what it might feel like against his own skin.

“It pains me,” he said with a shake of his head to return himself to the moment, “to see a creature of your considerable abilities left down here to rot, but, if that is what you wish...”

With no response, Loki sighed, turned, and made his way to the corridor.

“Oh,” he paused, speaking over his shoulder, “thank you for not instigating another riot during your last escape. It made finding you so much easier.”

He heard the slightest change in the hum of the force fields surrounding the cell before something hard hit him in the back of the head. He spun to find her still seated. The cup that had been in the cell with her now lay on the floor next to his feet. He picked it up, then looked back at her.  She was watching him, her facial features relaxed, almost inviting him to react. He only grinned and resumed his journey out of the prison.

Aleksa sat motionless for some time after Loki’s departure. Her mind raced with new plans for escape mixed with memories that felt more like dreams. She tried to think of simple things like the places or people she knew to settle her mind, but even that failed. Her childhood home in Charleston morphed into an even smaller hut near a cliff. Stifling hot summers spent in band camp became much cooler days walking shorelines with her mother.

Except it wasn’t her mother. Her mother died in an accident. Or was it a raid?

Blue skin.

Red eyes.

So much ice. And fire.

Fire.

“C’mon, Colonel. All you have to do is light the fire. Then you and your friends can go home.”

Aleksa’s eye squeezed shut, trying to block out the vision. They were nightmares, illusions. None of it was real.

Was it?

The desert heat was real. The smell of spice and gunpowder and whatever chemicals she’d been exposed to were real.

“Just light it. You can do that, can’t you?”

She began a breathing exercise, a deep inhale followed by a slow, steady exhale while summoning a white candle in her mind. All she had to do was light it and keep the flame steady.

“The flame will cease to flicker when your mind is calm.” A soft voice, neither male nor female.

“Light the pyre. ” Another voice, definitely male and definitely malicious.

Breathe in.

“You can control matter, control the energy that binds it together.”

Breathe out.

“Just a spark. That’s all. I’d hate for you to have the deaths of anyone else on your hands.”

Breathe.

“What d’ya say?”

“No,” she growled. “Better a few soldiers than thousands of innocents.”

“Never let your gifts be abused.”

How many are dead because of me?

“Poor Rose. Her death will excruciatingly slow without anyone to ensure she receives the proper treatments.”

Rose?

Her mind wandered to a baby, small with bright blue eyes. A child become woman become old, the blue never fading in her eyes, regardless of how distant they became.

Sweet little Rose.

She saw Erik’s face, smiling as he cradled the babe. The smile turned evil as his face morphed into Malick’s.

“Leave her out of this.”

Just kill me instead.

“Then bring me what I want.”

Aleksa’s eyes flew open and she stood, pulling energy from the floor into her body. The lights in her cell flickered, followed by the lights in surrounding cells. The block fell dark for a split second then returned to normal lighting.

None of the other prisoners noticed that the cell at the end of the row was suddenly unoccupied.

D’Varst, on the other hand, thought on all he’d witnessed for a moment before making his way out of the dungeons.

#gotta get it right #Loki/OFC #loki fanfic #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #niksfiks #nikkalia

[lovemesomesurveys]

[found at: --rainboweyes--]

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? I’ve never done that. 

Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it?  I’m not artistic or creative myself, but I enjoy art.

If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12 hours or sharp for 2?  I have chronic pain, sooo.

Koala or Kangaroo?  I’ll go with koalas.  Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? Yeah.

Is your country ruled by a president, prime minister, queen or other? We have presidents.

Does blue occur in your national flag?  Yep.

Talking of flags. Do you like football/soccer?  I don’t care for sports in general. <<<

If yes, do you play and what position? If not, leave blank.

Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? Out of those I’d say singer. I can’t sing, but in this scenario pretend I can.

Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? Crime stuff interests me from a psychology aspect, but I wouldn’t want to be a crime scene investigator, but also I don’t have any interest at all in the other 2 options, sooo.

Does making others happy really make you feel happy?  It’s a good feeling. I don’t feel I make others happy, though. 

What color literally doesn't appear in your wardrobe at all? Brown.

Do you actually read the answers others give to your surveys [I do]?  I keep up with several of you through your surveys.

Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? No.

Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another 'sharp' plant? No.

Speaking of Holly, do you adore Christmas or does it bug you?  I absolutely love Christmas.

Have you ever wrote your own short story? Yeah. I used to write short stories all the time when I was like 12/13.

What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn't finish? No.

Either of the above, if this was the case, place short synopsis here: I wrote several.

Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? Are we still talking about books? For the past couple years I’ve read a shit ton of murder mystery/psychological thrillers. I’ve been really into those. I like YA/NA as well.

What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]?  God.

Think of a material thing you want. Name it here (material, made or bought] I just ordered the book for my next Bible study, a set of nice journaling pens, a new notebook, and white-out tape.

Would $100/$60 be enough for this item? It would.

How about $1000/$600?  Uh, yeah. I’d have a shit ton of money leftover.

Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? A big house. It doesn’t have to be mansion big, just big enough to comfortably fit 4 adults and a doggo.

Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? No, but I watch a lot of videos about abandoned places on YouTube. I find stuff like that really interesting.

What did it look like and what were the circumstances? This one channel I watch, BrightSunFilms, has found actual abandoned homes that still have all the stuff in there but no one has lived in in like a decade. It’s wild. They found home videos in one! Like that just boggles my mind. I need to know what happened. What’s the story? Why did they just leave everything behind? They look like whoever lived there had to quickly get away like there was a zombie attack or something. Super weird. This guy has been to abandoned malls, stores, amusement parks, hotels, and other random places. It just always trips me out when stuff is left behind, like photos, paperwork, etc. Like why?? Some of the hotels still have the beds.

What's your favorite dip? I’ve been really into spinach and artichoke dip with sourdough bread lately.

Chocolate Cookies or Fudge Brownies? Oh, fudge brownies all the way. 

I give you a little baby puppy. What do you name him? I’d have to see him first and see what seems fitting. See what vibe I get.

Is crime a big problem in your area? Unfortunately, yes.

What's your town/city most well known for? Nothing good.

Do you know a Jack? What's he like? Nope.

How about a Lisa? What's she like? I don’t know a Lisa.

Are most your friends older, younger or the same age as you? No friends.

Do you subconsciously hang out with those with the same star sign as you or as each other, perhaps due to certain personality traits? Think about it: No. I don’t believe in astrology, but there was only one other Leo in my former friend group. It’s possible there were others at some point, but I didn’t pay attention to that kind of stuff.

Name 5 objects that you don't have but would like right now? Right this moment? I don’t know, it’s almost 5AM I’m not wanting anything really right now.

When you have children, would you like twins?  I don’t want to have children.

Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? I do; Aleksa and Maci.

If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you?

What instrument would you love to learn how to play?  I wish I could get into the piano again.

Does the sound of knocking/tapping startle you? Yes. I’m such a jumpy person.

What's the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard?  One that just came to mind is the one where a girl is driving alone at night and a car behind seems to be following her and they flash their headlights and whatnot and the girl is really creeped out. She drives to a police station or somewhere and the person following them gets out and alerts them that they were trying to get their attention because there’s someone in her backseat and skjsklfjkds that always gives me the chills. It was a story in that “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” book, which I read as a kid, and it always stuck with me. It was a good lesson to always check your backseat before getting in your car!

Do you miss someone currently? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed away.

When was the last time you were in hospital? What for [if comfy saying]? Back in 2012 because I had to have intestinal surgery.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? It’s been awhile. :X

Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? I like my primary and the wound specialist doctor I see, but I have issues with my pain doctor.

What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? I think we all have a good sense of humor.

The survey’s ended. I hope you enjoyed it. :) Thanks.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[datarevived]

word prompts compilation | accepting

thund-ere said: [ guard ] for MY muse to step between YOUR muse and danger - Aleksa

    " Are we sure this is a wise idea? "     " We'll be fine, Data. "     " That's what you always say. But are we ever? "

The soft bantering of one-sided conversation soothed over the sounds of crunching bone beneath the Hunter's feet. The smell of dirt and gas tangling with breathable air, its' current pulled to the outer vents of the foundation as metal churned and wailed against the waves of the ocean. 

A break from her usual task of casual bounties and ally-hopping, Selene was found presently in the depths of Titan -- a planet sunken to the wrath of unexplored waters. It's history having said to be the gold mine of Golden Age tech, and yet, terribly infested with the corruption known as the Hive. She was here to help the twins search for something of importance -- something in which Commander Sloane requested, with best caution.

And who better knew caution than Hunters?

    " My signal is getting all... fuzzy. "

    " We are going in relatively deep, " the Awoken noted, her pulse rifle resting sturdily in grip as she peeked every corner with stealth. The unnerving quiet and lack of Hive in the depths becoming increasingly more concerning. " Sure it isn't all the metal? "

    " Has dense tin-cans ever stopped me before? This feels more like a jammer frequency, " her Ghost remarks from its sub-space. " I can't get in touch with the twins, either. "

Okay, that was... alarming. 

A sense of dread creeping up her backside as she walked, watchful eye hunting for any movement as she reconsidered their options on the table. If they were sent in to fetch something particular, and if the Hive caught wind that someone was coming... as annoying as they were, they were particularly resourceful. Cunning. The idea that they would all go into hiding, or for an ambush... very --

    " Your left! "

Without even processing to look, the Hunter dodges over towards the right and away from the wall she was using as cover. The thudding sound of bone-sword hitting the ground causing a brief vibration beneath her boot, cyan gaze lifted to match that of three glowing hive-eyes which belonged to the Knight. It's maw cracked in several places already, it had known battle before.

    " Not much of a welcome party... " Selene scoffs, raising her sights and readying trigger-finger to shoot. Though not before another alarming cry from her Ghost, his observations essential. 

    " --Not a party, but quite possibly a riot! You have five more life forms heading straight for us! "

    " Not what I wanted to know! "

    " Oh and you think I did!? "

The Knight in front of the Hunter taking the time to pick it's sword from the metal bearings, it then cracks a threatening growl before pumping its' chest and picking its' footing in a sprint. A terrifying account to witness to say the least, given their broad  bodies that'd pack a punch -- the Hunter leaping back once more before finding herself back-pressed against a wall. Pinched between a Knight and a hard place.

    " Why don’t you ever listen to me! " Data's voice cracks.

    " It's more fun that way, " Selene manages a crooked smile, lifting her gun back in position before drilling several bullets against the Knight; bidding time between what little room she had left. A nervous tick starting to rev increased heart rate, her chest playing the sound of a drum ---

.

.

.

               --- the following sight, as if played in slow motion as static clings to the air around her; the body of the Knight suddenly thrown in unrecognizable speed to the wall left of its' being. It happens in the span of a blink, the sounds of electricity charging and hair risen on the back of her neck, a spark of light causing the Awoken to shield her eyes before returning quickly to the scene at hand. In the place of the Knight, now standing the Titan-twin of the two, hers' armor coated in an electric charge with great-axe in tow.

     “ Aleksa?! “ the Hunter squeaks.

     “ Ah--Selene! ... I mean... - ahem - “ Aleksa clears her throat a minute, pardoning the execution of just having wasted her energy on a lesser target, “ Pretend that you did not witness this, yes? And I will not tell Zhanna about the 8mm you broke on your way out. “

     “ The..I what? “

     “ Exactly dear child, “ the Titan smiles, throwing the weight of her axe over her shoulder before lifting her other hand in a hushing motion over her lips. “ No~one needs to know. “

#thund-ere #thundere #✧ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ | ask/answered #( she go zzztzzt ) #( solo super'd a knight gg gg )

[thesportssoundoff]

“Conor McGregor is back! Excitement may vary. Excitement in this card may vary! Excitement is really yours to have and hold, folks” The UFC 246 Fight Preview

Joey

January 13th, 2020 

The UFC kicks off its 2019 schedule after a few long weeks off with a card that will, with very little sarcasm in play, play a hefty part in defining the way 2020 rolls out deep into the year. UFC 246 from Las Vegas, Nevada is a weird card on paper but it's also very significant and significance can sometimes create card quality/card quantity. Conor McGregor vs Donald Cerrone is a significant fight, one that figures to ask and answer a lot of questions for both men. For better or worse, the future of two divisions could be mapped out in one night depending on the results of one which fight which again parlays to its perceived significance. The PPV main card is "fine" although it clearly lacks a significant co-main event and the televised prelims are actually respectably spiffy as they're essentially four well put together "prospect of note vs proven veteran" fights with some good early ESPN+ prelim action too. Again I don't know if this card is good or bad---just that it's a significant card of fights and by the time Friday comes along, that long term delay in high level MMA is going to be eating at us SO we'll be all in on this one.

2020 Stat-O-Matic:

Debuting Fighters (): Ode Osbourne, Aleksa Camur Main Event Exemption:

Short Notice Fighters (): Main Event Exemption:

Second Fight (): Askar Askarov Main Event Exemption: Vs Debutantes:

Cage Corrosion (Fighters who have not fought within a year of the date of the fight) (): Conor McGregor, Brian Kelleher Main Event Exemption: Conor McGregor

Undefeated Fighters (): Aleksa Camur, Maycee Barber Main Event Exemption:

Fighters with at least four fights in the UFC with 0 wins over competition still in the organization (): Alexey Oleinik, Justin Ledet Main Event Exemption:

Weight Class Jumpers (Fighters competing outside of the weight class of their last fight even if they’re returning BACK to their “normal weight class”) (): Donald Cerrone, Conor McGregor Main Event Exemption: Conor McGregor, Donald Cerrone

Twelve Precarious Ponderings

1- So what necessarily is the end game here for Conor McGregor? As has been the case since he broke out onto the scene and KO'd Jose Aldo, much of Conor's "plans" feel less like plans and more like thoughts he forces into existence. The good stuff like being a double champ and finagling a big money Floyd fight and the bad stuff like the Khabib lead up or believing he could just beat Nate Diaz up 15 lbs because it seemed like fun all feel like the decisions of a guy who sort of just decides he's going to do something and then does it regardless of the long term impact. Conor had the chance to fight Justin Gaethje and instead pushed for Frankie Edgar fight, ultimately leading us to the here and now where he'll draw Donald Cerrone up a weight class after a year plus layoff. In the time between Conor's LAST fight and this one, he's been arrested, accused of sexual assault, accused of fathering a child out of his marriage and feel free to fill me in on anything I may have missed. What sort of made Conor McGregor a superstar was that he flirted with the concept of being a character completely in control of everything he did and 2019 at the very exposed him as somebody lacking any semblance of control within his life. Either way, it's hard to say what the future holds for McGregor with a win.  We know a loss means it's over as four losses in his last five pro fights (I'm counting Floyd here for completionist sake) would probably kill whatever credibility he had and whatever legitimacy he garnered over the course of three years running through the UFC ranks. A win? It's hard to say with a guy who when he's right has the ability to dictate what he opts to do next. A win? Conor McGregor would fight Jorge Masvidal in a big money fight, a third Diaz fight, a GSP fight where both fighters can cash out or go and chase down Khabib. If one truly wishes to get stupid, I suppose fights with Pacquaio, Floyd or Paulie Malignaggi exist out there as well.  The first step isn't so much winning this fight but winning this fight and getting back to what made this whole act work to begin with.

2- This is historically the sort of fight Cerrone doesn't show up for and gets forced out of his element but there's some things here I think that do tilt the scales slightly in his favor. For starters, I DO believe in ring rust and Conor hasn't fought in over a year and has fought just twice since the end of 2016. You can argue that wear and tear means Cerrone is shop worn but I feel as though he fights better the MORE he fights and the more active he is. For a fighter like Conor who lives or dies based upon how sharp his timing is, I think it's fair to wonder if the long layoff is going to shake him. We saw him struggle with his timing vs Khabib and while Khabib is on a whole different galaxy than Cerrone, I'd argue it's worse to be slightly off vs a dude like Cerrone who does have the starch in his strikes to do more than flash KD you. Also Cerrone is probably the first guy since Jose Aldo that Conor's had to be mindful of walking into smoke with the legs. Also Cerrone's been campaigning at 170 lbs on and off since 2016 and so you have to assume if this is about being comfortable at the weight class, he's got the nod over Conor.

3- Under normal circumstances, I'd say "I think Conor's defensive wrestling is somewhat understated and the idea that anybody can take him down and sub him is a fallacy" but I also have ZERO idea if he's actually done any serious grappling training or if he's just hoping Cerrone's going to play nice and strike with him for a bit.

4- Which fight is more undesirable for Amanda Nunes; a Holly Holm rematch where she can't realistically top what she did in the first fight or a Rocky Pennington rematch where she'll be tasked with trying to sell/expand upon one of her most boring fights ever?

5- I wonder who is more broken in theory between Holm and Pennington. Rocky looked to be on the verge of going from solid WMMA fighter to a damn good top 5-ish woman at 135 lbs after dominating Meisha Tate but she broke her leg, took a lot of time off, followed that up with a dud vs Amanda Nunes and then got stalled out by Germaine de Randamie. She rebounded with a win over Irene Aldana which almost felt more about Aldana being a putz and less about any sort of sign of a rebound for Rocky. It's worth remembering that the fight vs Holm was the one that got sort of signified that Rocky was better than people realized but it required her to pressure for fifteen minutes and that's sort of gone away for her recently. As for Holm? She's fought Rousey, Cyborg, Tate, Shevchenko and Nunes. She's pushing 40. She had an extensive boxing history that suggests she's taken plenty of damage. She just got KO'd for the first time in her UFC run the last time out and at this point it's fair to ask if Holm's durability is going to be shot.  This fight is why Aspen Ladd figuring shit out is really important for this division.

6- Maurice Green and Alexey Olenik being on this main card is curious until you realize that this main card has two WMMA fights and a fight at lightweight on it. Sometimes beef gets called in to "bulk" up the main card.

7- Anthony Pettis sure picked a fine week to announce a UFC lawsuit, am I right?

8- Let's talk about how great these prelims are for a second. Sodiq Yusuff vs Andre Fili is a battle of exciting prospect and proven veteran with a multitude of ways to win. Nasrat Haqparast vs Drew Dober is a battle of exciting prospect vs proven veteran with a multitude of ways to win. Maycee Barber vs Roxanne Modafferi almost feels like the potential crowning of Maycee as a 125 lb contender by taking on a former title contender who STYLISTICALLY will at least give us a reason to double check her ability to do things such as defend takedowns and deal with pressure. Lastly I REALLY do love this fight between Chas Skelly and Grant Dawson as Dawson has slowly gone from somewhat awkward wrestling savant to a more well rounded pressure fighter while Chas Skelly is one of those ultimate gatekeeper types for young fighters. These are all great fights worthy of going out of your way to see on ESPN.

9- We're four years now into the Alexa Grasso project and I still don't know if she has the fight smarts to ever take the next step in her career. A good test vs a declining Claudia Gadelha who still has something to offer.

10- How much ya wanna bet Maurice Green allows Olenik to pull him down on top of him?

11- Justin Ledet's run at 205 lbs has been weird as his lack of athleticism for the weight class plus what feels like an odd lack of strength (How he was burly enough to fight at HW but gets chucked around at 205 lbs is a mystery to me) has made him go 0-2 in the division. After a lengthy lay off, he's back at 205 lbs against Aleksa Camur. Camus is a training partner of Stipe Miocic and he got in here off the Contenders Series where he had a crazy fight that exposed him to be a) wacky as all hell and b) a bit too raw for my liking in the UFC. This feels pretty winnable for Spirit of Truth lookalike Ledet.

12- Ode Osbourne vs Brian Kelleher is an early FOTY candidate to me.

#MMA #UFC #McGregor #Cerrone #Pettis #CDF #Holm #Pennington #Prospects

[rpfisfine]

#what did he whisper to him.....why does he act like they're 5 year olds in a kindergarten sometimes..... #ididathing #alex apollonov #aleksa vulović #boy boy #i hate when the stupid quality drops a thousand fucking pixels inexplicably out of nowhere when im screenrecording the clip #i cant do anything abt it i always just like stare at my phone in misery hoping for it to pass quickly #THE WAY ALEKSA LOOKS OVER AT HIM WHEN HE TURNS AWAY..............WAIT..

[aleksa-sims]

My RL gameplay

Now it gets really embarrassing! I’ve been talking so much shit! 🙈 Nico’s Mom was suddenly at our doorstep. What’s she doing here so early? It’s 8 o’clock in the morning!! I was just in the shower and that’s why Nico’s Mom waited a while until I opened her the door, I thought Nico would check! And she thought I was at work and she brought Nico’s dog to us.

Nico’s Mom: Hey, A.! What are you doing at home? Don’t you have to work?

Me: FUCK!😲 Uhm, sorry! No! I mean, I got 2 days off because of the move! Sorry, I was just in the shower and I didn’t know you were coming.

Nico’s Mom: Nico asked me to bring his dog here a few days ago, and I thought you were both awake, because you were going to work.

Me: Noope! We were out, with my Sister and, and, and...David! Yeah! Exactly!😵😁

Nico’s Mom: Oh! Ok!.. Wow, A.! It looks so nice here! All the stuff we shopped, I thought it wouldn’t fit at first, but you have a great eye for design.

Me: Hm!��.. Idk? Nico says it’s too much and our bedroom looks like a...girl’s room. Actually this isn’t my style, but with the budget we had, it didn’t get any better. Sooo, yeah!🥱🥱 ...I am soooo tired!😵

Nico’s Mom: Where is Nico?🤨

Me: Uhm..fuck!🤪 Hahahahaha....Sorry, Nico has to be here somewhere! He also had a shower and wanted to change.

Nico’s Mom: 😧 A.? What’s wrong with you? You seem kind of weird!😟

Me: It was so funny before and... shit!...🥱I want to go to bed! 😩 OK?

Nico’s Mom: Aleksa! Why are you giggling all the time?😧😠

Me: I’m just in a good mood! 😏 I want to be alone with N. now. If you don’t mind?

Nico’s Mom: I want to see my son right away! Where is he?😠

Me: Why?😮 Do you think again, that Nico beat me up or locked me up?😉🤪 Or noooo, this time I locked him up!🤭 Hahahaha.....🤨Don’t worry, I’ll get him!

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[marvelmusing]

A Chance Encounter

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alina Starkov

Summary: Based of a random AU idea I had, where at the beginning of Shadow and Bone Alina gets hit by the Darkling’s coach and he discovers she’s the Sun Summoner.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: As always this is my version of the Darkling and now this is also my version of Alina. This is the first character pairing that I’ve written for because I’ve always been concerned that I wouldn’t get the characters right, so I hope this is okay.

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Aleksander frowns as the coach jerks to a halt. He knew they were approaching Kribirsk, the sound of the First Army trekking down the Vy had been a constant companion over the last mile or so, as his coach whisked by them all. With soldiers on every side of him, Aleksander doubts that an ambush could be the reason for his journey’s disruption.

With that conclusion, he opens the door to his coach and steps out onto the muddy track. He surveys his surroundings quickly. Whatever had caused his coach to stop was clearly creating some sort of commotion. He can feel the eyes of the First Army soldiers on him, watching curiously but always keeping their distance. Moving towards the front of the coach he spots his three oprichniki.

One of them is attempting to calm the horses, who continue to shy away from his touch. Whatever had happened had clearly startled them. Aleksander sees another member of his oprichniki, holding back a First Army soldier. His actions are similar to the man attempting to calm the horses, but it’s not panic that fuels the soldier - it’s anger. Aleksander frowns again. What had happened? He was missing something. Some vital piece that would bring sense to the situation. Then he finds his other oprichniki, crouched down on the floor. Aleksander steps closer, and sees what’s caught the attention of his guard.

A girl.

“What happened?” He asks the oprichnik.

“The horses clipped her, moi soverenyi. We feared she may have been trampled so we stopped the coach.” Aleksander leans down to look at her. His first impression is how small she is, almost frail. If the horses had trampled her, he’s certain she would have shattered like glass. Even in-spite of her injury, she looks pale. The First Army really should take better care of its soldiers.

“I suggest we move her from the side of the Vy.” Aleksander remarks, and the oprichnik nods.

“Of course, moi soverenyi.” There’s only the two of them, but they should have no trouble lifting her safely. That is until Aleksander’s fingers curl around her wrist.

For a moment, time stands still.

Aleksander can’t quite believe what he’s feeling. As an amplifier, he has the ability to sense latent Grisha power. It’s why the Grisha testers were all amplifiers. The abilities of a human amplifier were usually dictated by the limits of their own power. Some amplifiers could only sense Grisha power, others could fine tune their ability into determining what order a Grisha’s power belonged to.

As the most powerful Grisha in Ravka, and a human amplifier, Aleksander’s abilities went even further. From a single touch, he can sense a Grisha’s power to its very depths. Some might even say he can read their souls. Aleksander would describe it as viewing the person as a tapestry, and only he can read the meaning behind each individual thread. He can sense their power, their emotions, their innate personality.

He rarely offers his touch, a precaution from his childhood that still haunts him to this day. But sometimes, he longs to hold tight onto someone. To drown in the fabric of the tapestry, to run his fingers over every string, to know every inch of someone’s soul.

So, when his fingers enclose around the wrist of this fragile First Army soldier, he forgets to breathe.

It’s subconscious, the call to any power inside a person from a simple touch, even when they are otkazat'sya. He’s not expecting any response. So, when the rush of power hits him, he nearly drops the poor girl.

Aleksander feels as though he’s looking in a mirror, and yet there’s also the distinct feeling of opposites.

A Sun Summoner. His solution for everything - the Fold, Ravka, Grisha. His perfect equal.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and he can see it. The power of the sun in golden threads, nestled amongst the dark fabric of her life. A brief thought - and a desperate hope - fills him. Of her by his side, in a black kefta with the golden thread of her soul lining the hems.

“Bring her to my coach.” He instructs the oprichnik, who is a little confused by the order, but obeys nonetheless.

It isn’t long before the other Grisha coaches have caught up with Aleksander, and he demands a Healer immediately. When the oprichnik goes to fetch the Healer, Aleksander takes the opportunity to look over the girl again.

Her hair is cast about in a dark halo around her head as she lays on the seat in his coach. He can see dark circles under her eyes, making her delicate features seem much harsher. There’s a wound on her forehead, a dark smear of blood, that has uncomfortable feeling settling in Aleksander’s chest. He hasn’t touched her since he helped place her there, feeling that doing so would be a breach of her privacy.

Aleksander is a patient man - not something he was born with, but something that he has mastered over the centuries. He has waited hundreds of years for her, and yet a few more moments without her touch are akin to torture.

In an attempt to pull himself together, Aleksander stands outside the coach to wait for the Healer. She appears and Aleksander explains the ordeal, and she listens before disappearing into the coach to tend to the girl.

Aleksander looks around, trying to distract himself from the girl in the coach - from his Sun Summoner. The majority of the First Army has made its way to Kribirsk, and only a few stragglers at the back of the procession remain. Aleksander sighs, the First Army Kaptain’s are bound to be even more insufferable now he will be arriving late.

Then he notices the solider. The one who had been arguing with his oprichnik. A Corporal by the looks of his uniform. Aleksander waves away his oprichniki as the boy approaches him.

“What have you done with her?” He demands. So, he’s suspicious of Grisha, what wonderful company his Sun Summoner keeps.

“My Healer is currently providing medical care, which I believe is only fair after..”

“Your horses could have killed her.” Aleksander presses his lips into a line.

“Yes. Well, I will apologise to Miss..?”

“Alina. Alina Starkov.” Alina. He nearly laughs. In Old Ravkan, the name Alina meant bright and beautiful. How apt.

“I will apologise to Miss Starkov once she regains consciousness. In the meantime, I assume you have someone to report to. I will ensure that Miss Starkov returns to her regiment once she has recovered.” The soldier eyes him warily, but Aleksander’s words cannot be argued with. Not only because he is a General - but because he’s had years of weaving things to his favour in order to gain what he wants. Right now, all he wants is Alina. The boy nods before backing away. Aleksander watches as he picks up his pack, and follows the stream of First Army soldiers as they continue towards Kribirsk. The boy looks back a few times, and each time he meets Aleksander’s eyes with a hard stare. It’s only once he’s out of sight does Aleksander turn his attention back to his Sun Summoner. Alina Starkov.

The door to his coach opens and the Healer climbs out. She informs him that there was no major damage, just a lot of bruising. Relief floods through Aleksander but he only offers a dignified nod in response. He thanks her, before ordering his oprichniki to continue to Kribirsk.

The ride to the camp passes without incident. The Grisha tent has already been set up, as has his own. Once his coach has stopped, he opens the door and carries Alina into his tent, bridal style.

His bed is already made, and he settles Alina down under the covers. He has sent messages to the First Army Kaptain’s excusing himself from any meetings this afternoon. Meaning he can attend to Alina.

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Alina winces when wakes. Her body aches, but the soft sheets beneath her help to soothe her discomfort. Then she frowns. She can’t remember ever having soft sheets in her life. She sits up quickly. She’s in an unfamiliar tent. Expensive furnishings, luxurious silks and rugs surround her. She’s never seen anything like it. Absorbed by the beauty around her, she doesn’t notice the man sat at the nearby table. Until the sound of tea pouring has her head turning.

She’s greeted with the sight of a man, with dark hair and even darker eyes. She’s certain that the reason why she didn’t see him sooner is because he’s dressed in black. He seems comfortable amongst the dark of the tent, as the morning sunlight begins to cast a warm glow over his face. Then she recognises what he’s wearing. A kefta. A black kefta.

“You’re awake.” He says, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Where am I?” She asks, though the symbol on the silks and the man in question provides that answer before he can. General Kirigan. The Darkling.

“My tent. Do you remember what happened?” Her brow creases as she attempts to remember the events of yesterday. She had been walking to Kribirsk, and had lost sight of the Cartographers’ cart after being unable to keep up - per usual. Mal had wound up with her, the two of them were talking and then…

“Your coach hit me.”

“My apologies.”

“You should tell your driver to calm down a little. We can’t all dive out of the way just because you’re in a hurry.” She grumbles. Then she looks up at him, the blood rushing to her face as she realises who she’s talking to. But the General laughs softly as he puts down his teacup.

“I assure you I will keep that in mind.” She frowns. Why is he being so nice? Alina had heard all sorts of stories about the Darkling and his Grisha. Her friends in the First Army were always swapping tales about the frightening things they’d seen Grisha do. Alina didn’t believe all of them - most of the stories ended up contradicting themselves. But now that she was in front of the most powerful Grisha in Ravka, she can’t help but be reminded of the rumours.

He then confuses her further by asking,

“Would you like some breakfast?” She’s certain she’s still unconscious, or that the coach had knocked her in some alternate universe.

She notices her jacket at the foot of the bed, and her boots are neatly tucked away on the rug beside the bed.

“I’m alright, thank you.” He lifts a brow, as if he wants to argue against her but doesn’t want to cross a line.

“Very well.” She slides out from under the covers. The morning air is sharp, and she’s glad of the warmth her jacket provides when she shrugs it on. She’s aware of the General’s eyes on her as she pulls her boots on. He’s still watching as she does up her laces, and stands.

“Thank you,” she says to him. “For not leaving me in a ditch somewhere.” An awkward smile quirks at her lips. The General nods in acknowledgement with a small smile,

“You’re quite welcome.” She glances around, fiddling with her fingers before feigning a casual tone as she says,

“I’ll just go now.”

“Not yet please.” He says as he stands. She narrows her eyes at him warily,

“Am I prisoner?”

“No,” he says softly. “May I show you something, Miss Starkov?” Hopefully the exit, she remarks internally. But she nods instead. He steps towards her as the tent seems to darken. “Would you lift your sleeve for me?”

“What’s going on?” Alina asks, eyes searching the room as the shadows continue to lengthen, until the only thing she can see properly is the General.

“Your sleeve, please.” He repeats, meeting her eyes. His fingers encircle her forearm perfectly, and the feel of his skin against hers sends a shiver down Alina’s spine. But there’s something else. Something she’s never felt before, and yet feels more familiar than anything she’s ever known. She’s never had a home to call her own, but this feeling, his touch, makes her understand why people long for their home.

But fear still claws at her. She’s almost ashamed to admit to this, to what she’s feeling. It feels like a weakness to relent so easily. Her deep-seated vulnerabilities gnaw away at her thoughts. She doesn’t know him, despite every cell in her body screaming that she does, that she belongs with him.

He steps closer, and she can feel his soft sigh against her skin. “It’s alright Alina. You’re safe with me.” Somehow, he knew. He knew exactly what she needed.

Everything collapses, like a dam bursting free at the sound of his voice. A great torrent of light surges, driving the darkness away. She stares up at him. Despite the near blinding ferocity of the light, the General doesn’t look away. His dark eyes drink in every each of her with such veneration that she feels like a Saint.

Once he removes his hand, the light disperses. The morning sunlight seems dim in comparison to the glow she had been emitting only moments before. She looks back at the General’s face, to find he’s still looking at her with the same expression. A smile slowly spreads over his face.

“So, will you be staying for breakfast?”

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[nikkalia]

Gotta Get It Right: Chapter 15

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Everyone settles in for the evening.

PAIRING: Loki/OFC

RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: Descriptions of torture

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OMG...I posted! Yeah, I know, I’m slower than molasses in winter. But hey, it’s something, right? Go read!

“This is a guest room?”

“There are larger suites if that would better suit your needs,” Ingun stated as she placed a tray of food on the side table as Aleksa looked around the space. While considerably smaller than Loki’s suite, the space was massive compared to her home on Earth.

“Oh, gods, no! This is plenty.” Aleksa answered, stepping into the en suite. “Vegas has nothing on this place,” she muttered to herself.

“M’lady?”

“Nothing, sorry.”

“As you wish.” Ingun stood in the center of the reading area until Aleksa returned. “Two handmaidens and a steward will be assigned to you in the morning. His Majesty has also commanded that you are to be escorted in the palace at all times. A guard will be stationed outside your door.”

“Doesn’t sound prison-like at all.”

“It is for your own safety, as well as ours.”

“Naturally.” The sarcasm in Aleksa’s voice went unnoticed.

“One of the Seider novices will come in the afternoon to escort you to the academy. A seamstress will arrive in the morning to measure you for the appropriate attire.”

“What attire?”

“Training robes, daily wear, sleep clothes, and court gowns.”

“I need gowns?”

Ingun’s face showed no emotion. “His Majesty will invite you to any formal events that occur during your stay. You will want to be properly dressed.”

“I don’t do dresses.”

“Unfortunately, m’lady, you will not be given an option.” The snark in Ingun’s voice wasn’t lost on Aleksa.

“Of course not.”

“If there is nothing else, m’lady, I will withdraw.”

“No. Thank you, Ingun.” The maid curtsied and left. Aleksa blew out a sigh, rubbing her wrists. The skin underneath itched from the energy flowing around the bracelets. She wondered if she’d ever be rid of them. Or Loki.

Following a more thorough examination of her quarters, she prepared a small plate of food and moved out to the balcony. She sat down, finally allowing herself to relax enough to eat, looking out over the city Modir had described a hundred times.

“What is Asgard like?” a young Aleksa asked, her mouth full of food.

“Much like Earth, in many ways. A sun that rises and sets, summer fades into winter. Breezes blow, rains fall, creatures live and die.” Modir smiled at the child that devoured everything in front of her.

“How is ‘iffern?”

“Aleksa, slow down. No one will take it from you.” She sighed, thinking about her home. “Earth does not possess the sheer power contained within the soil of Asgard. Or the majesty. The royal city is massive and the palace is truly a sight to behold. But the most wondrous vision is the bridge between the Bifrost and the city. It’s transparent, laced with magic that shimmers in all colors of the rainbow, and sings when you step upon it.” She took a drink before adding, “Of course, the creatures and people there live far longer than they do here.”

The child’s eyes grew wide. “Does that mean we’ll die young?”

“No, little one. Those born of Asgard who have taken the Apple’s essence will live their full term.” Aleksa swallowed. “And you, my darling mixed blood, will live as long as you should. As we all do. I rather imagine that you will find a long and fruitful life here.” Modir took a bite of food.

“Do you think you’ll ever be allowed to go back?” Modir shook her head no. “Why? Is it because the Jotuns were sending raiding parties?”

“Of course not. “

“Doesn’t he care that Asgardians are dying on this planet?”

“The Allfather has many realms to concern himself with. A band of exiles is surely not at the top of that list.”

“But why not?”

“Aleksa, before he became the Allfather, Odin was a warmonger. He and his daughter invaded realm after realm, forcing them to bend a knee to his throne while his armies plundered their resources. I and the group of Asgardians who founded this village made a decision to come here when we could no longer stand by and watch other innocents be slaughtered. We confronted Odin and he, in the first show of mercy seen by any realm, offered us a choice: exile or death. We chose exile and came here with the understanding that we were on our own, never to return.”

Aleksa sat in silence, contemplating her mother’s words, for the rest of the meal. She worked through the evening’s chores and readied herself for bed. Modir entered her room, lowering the light of the lamp and kissing the child on the forehead.

“Modir?”

“Yes, child?”

“Do you think I’ll ever get to see Asgard?”

Modir smiled, pulling the blanket around the girl’s neck. “Yes, Aleksa, I believe if anyone were to return to Asgard, it would be you. But, you may not find it to be your home.”

“Right as always, Modir,” Aleksa whispered as she stood. “It definitely doesn’t feel like home.”

Loki watched her walk inside from a balcony above.

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Aleksa stepped out of the en suite, drying the last drops of water in her hair. She felt a little more like herself after the long shower that followed her meal. As she tossed the towel into a nearby chair, she suddenly became aware of another presence in the room. She turned slowly, summoning what little power she could to defend herself.

A petite woman dressed in handmaidens clothing sat on the edge of the footstool, staring into the distance. Braided blonde hair was loosely piled on top of her head, revealing a simple pair of gold earrings complimenting a soft, pretty face.

“Can I help you?” Aleksa asked, relaxing slightly. The woman jumped to her feet only to curtsey.

“Forgive me, my lady. I did not hear you enter the room.”

“Same, which is what bothers me. What do you want?”

“I...” the woman fumbled for the words, “I am your handmaiden for the night.”

Aleksa’s head dropped, shaking. “I don’t need anything. Go do whatever it is you do.”

The maiden moved to one side, gathering up the towel before moving into the bath. She appeared soon after, Aleksa’s discarded clothes in her hand.

“That’s the only set of clothing I have at the moment,” she said, reaching for them.

“And they’ll be back before you wake.” The woman smiled, her violet eyes sparkling. “As will more clothing.”

“But Ingun said that...” The pile landed on the footstool as the maiden moved to the bed, turning down the covers.

“It’s all been arranged, my lady. The King has commanded that you are to wait for nothing.” She stood, gesturing to the bed. “Is there anything you require to aid you in sleep? Tea, or perhaps a stronger beverage? A story? Something,” she reached for Aleksa’s hand, “more relaxing?”

“No,” Aleksa said firmly, folding her arms. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“I can be...”

“Listen, I don’t need all this. It’s all very nice, but very weird. I don’t need anything except to be left alone.” The maiden’s face fell, sending a wave of regret washing over Aleksa. “I’m sorry,” she offered quietly. “I’m rather self-sufficient and this is a bit unusual for me. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“As you wish, my lady.” The maiden gathered the laundry to her chest, refusing to look up. “If there is anything you might require later, the guard can send for me.”

“There is one thing.”

The maiden perked up. “My lady?”

“Your name.”

“Oh,” the maiden blushed. “It’s Syr.”

“Thank you, Syr. Good night.”

The maiden curtsied again and left. Aleksa watched with curiosity, unable to shake the feeling that she’d met this girl before.

-----

Hot.

It’s too hot.

I can’t breathe.

Why...

Loki struggled against the restraints, conjuring every magic he had only to fail. The harder he fought, the higher the temperature rose. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins, but couldn’t bring himself to scream. It’s what they wanted, these Children of Thanos. Whoever that was.

“Enough,” came a deep, booming voice. “He’ll die before we have what we need.”

Even as the heat subsided, Loki’s body continued to shake. Two massive boots stepped in front of him and giant fingers wove into his hair. A new kind of pain racked his senses when his head was lifted to face the Titan.

“Greetings, Prince of Asgard. I am Thanos. I hope our hospitality has met with your satisfaction.”

Loki wanted to spit out a retort but couldn’t find the words. An infuriated glare - at least that’s what he hoped it was - was all he could muster.

“Maw tells me that you are in possession of something I seek. Something very precious.”

“And what,” Loki stuttered, “would that be?”

Thanos leaned in close. “Knowledge.”

“I know a lot of things,” he quipped, shocked to hear the sarcasm in his own voice. “Was there anything specific you had in...”

Pain tore through his body again. He groaned, growled, made every noise under the stars to keep from screaming. Thanos watched him carefully, never easing his grip.

“Misdirection won’t work in your favor this time, trickster.” The pain stopped with a nod. “Tell me what you know of the Tesseract.”

Loki wasn’t sure of his own name at that moment, much less the lore surrounding the Tesseract.

“I may know where it is,” he lied, sensing Thanos’ impatience for a response.

“Tell me.”

“I...” Loki grunted, fighting to stay conscious. “I think...it’s...Midgard.” He dared to look his captor in the face and saw confusion. “Earth.”

“You think or you know?” Thanos growled, tightening his grip on Loki’s skull.

“It’s a legend, lost there...before I was...born.”

“Are. You. Sure?”

“No...maybe...”

“You should’ve been sure.”

Thanos released him and walked away. Loki began to protest, proclaiming his confidence in the knowledge as the heat and pain returned, growing more unbearable until

He screamed, landing on the floor with a thud. The stone tiles cooled his sweat coated skin while his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkened room. The cone of silence he cast over his suite each night guaranteed his privacy...and prevented anyone’s intervention in his nightmares.

Loki pulled himself back onto the bed, panting. When he was sure he could walk, he moved into the en suite shower, throwing the cold water open as far as the faucet would allow. He slid down the wall to the floor and spent another night half asleep under the freezing water.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #Loki/OFC #gotta get it right #loki fanfic #avengers fanfic

[the-airship-andalusia]

Lady Penelope On Holiday - Aleksa’s New Look 1-5

Everyone needs some time off.

For Lady Penelope Genevieve Philpott, gifted Sovereign Lady of the Imperial bloodline and Associate Researcher at the Sovereign Ministry of Science and Technology, time away from work is a rarity. In fact, time away from anything is a rarity. Caught up in the daily hustle and bustle of Sovereign Capitol City, Lady Penelope is one of a handful of gifted Sovereign ladies who live, work, and use their considerable physical and mental attributes in service of the Sovereign Empire. So, when the opportunity to spend a few days in the country presents itself, she takes it. 

Meanwhile, Lady Aleksa Krane, gifted Sovereign Lady of the Imperial bloodline, Agent of the Imperial Intelligence Service, and Lady Penelope’s schoolmate and friend, is dispatched to gather information about a mysterious group known as the Knights of the Iron Cross. When her investigation goes sideways and she is captured by the Knights, their nefarious plans are revealed to Lady Krane. Helplessly caught in their grasp, Aleksa’s future is grim. Her only hope of escape: her friend, Lady Penelope.

Get ready for Lady Penelope On Holiday!

#steampunk

#theairshipandalusia

#ladypenelope

#graphicnovel

#originalcharacters

Story and art by Aaron Hanson © 2022