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spookyserenades · 11 months

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hi hi!!🤗

how are you doing? 💖

1st i wanted to tnx u 4 replying to my ask(previous one)!!😁💜

it made me squeal & kick my feet in the air sm i almost fell from my chair 😅

i'm super glad that despite the messy delivery, my love 4 your writing & story could reach u regardless! ^^

i read ch 7 this morning & OMG!!

thank you thank you so so much 4 both writing it & tagging me too!! i really appreciate both!🥰🥰🥰

i don't even know where to begin w/, there were so many twists & new developments & new things packed in this ch! it wasn't a simple treat, it was a whole course meal!😂

i also got my believes abt your writing reconfirmed! you truly are a master of the craft: your meticulous care 4 details,your capacity in extending the story in a long-slow-burn type of development but making always feels like it's going smoothly,w/out a halt in the plot nor a dull moment, your outstanding skill in making the story feel so realistic & immersive even in the smallest of things as you describing the glass-stained lamp in the mc's room & bringing it up enough times that it starts being a familiar element that i associate w/ mc,w/ their room & can now envision every time an event is taking place in that room.

i also i'm head over heels over how u slowly built a sense of growing familiarity between the mc & the hybrids, by giving them peculiar characteristics,quirks or habits that we saw the mc pick on throughout the whole story & that she thinks abt & is growing accostumed to/notices. also some reoccuring jokes(mc being a lightweight 4 example) or dynamics too.

the way your writing brings each character(side characters included ofc,i love them sm!!) to life will never cease to amaze me!! it makes getting invested in your story so easy,so inevitable!😣💜💜💜

you left ch 6 on an absolute cliffhanger & that same energy & trepidation followed also in the beggining of ch 7, so smoothly & naturally!!👏👏👏👏

------------ (details abt ch 7 below,just in case i don't wanna ruin the surprise in case anybody still haven't read it yet)-------------------

Right after witnessing her mother have a vision & getting warned abt it, the mc also has a confrontational moment w/ her mother that made me stop & reflect a bit abt her reaction: my 1st impression was that she just kinda wanted to not adress it nor aknowledge it out of anxiety,fear & also sense of guilt toward picturing tae like that, like she needed to try to convince herself that it couldn't be true & kinda just take it out on her mom(a tiny bit) bc of the shock & to push away the possibilities. at 1st i simply thought that she was just & rightfully freaking out, but then it stuck w/ me how she brought up in frustration how she stopped card reading & spiritual practice,esp things surrounding knowing the future bc it drove her friends away & almost broke important bonds in her life. i'm no expert when it comes to paganism & its various practices but i'm not avert to learning abt or simply seeing it portrayed as well(rapresentation matters afterall^^) & although i'm not pagan myself,i hope i am respectful when i say i can relate to mc anyway in her relationship w/ it. in my opinion(as a non-pagan,so i hope i'm not being insensitive😅) using practices like card reading or rituals to have glimpses of the future/visions & such are harmless if u only practice them to have the occasional guidance &/or reassurance in your life, but the moment they become smth too reoccuring,smth u depend to much on & you base your every move on,it can turn harmful, it can make u unable to make decisions in your life,turn u paranoid & suspiscious of ppl & you no longer have the reins of the course of your life(not saying this is the current situation ofc,i was just wondering if this is smth that mc experienced when younger,thus why they are more wary now). in the story, multiple times her mother or mc herself bring up the fact that once you tapped into this wrld,u cannot get back & her mother mentioned how mc naturaly has a peculiar capacity & a penchant(?) 4 it. i understand the concept of "once u start,u can't go back" & her mother has never pressured her,rather always tried to give her a positive nudge,an encouraging push to get back into it more but i do feel like there's also some pressure, like it's inevitable & mc will have to get back into practicing(which i feel could be described as being a little cornered but only bc mc had a negative experience in the past that made her take some distance from practicing, not bc the practice or beliefs themselves are neg ofc,i don't need to know paganism well in order to respect it anyway!) so i'm super excited to see how mc's relationship w/ paganism will change & take shape in the future: if she'll further distance herself or if she'll find smth that gets her closer & if it will happen only out of necessity or if she'll find a way of integrating it again in her life by her own terms & level of comfortability bc of her indipendent choice to do so. i'm also curious to know more abt both namjoon & jk's own relationship w/ paganism,faith & their personal believes.

if i may draw a parallelism, mc's situation seems a bit similar to ( not exactly & in a more light way) religious trauma. now,i'm aware that's not a very fitting term since paganism wrks differently & idk if trauma is the right term 4 how she still is impacted by the experience(both past & present) w/ the malevolent entity. it's a bit complicated to explain(i suck w/ wrds srry😭) but by religious trauma i don't mean it in the traditional sense that we apply to abrahamic religions 4 example in which the trauma is created by the abuse & twist of religion to use it as a tool of power/justification 4 bigotry against the individual or the harm prepetruated by the other belivers themselves against the individual, in the case of paganism & this situation i mean it in the sense that the relationship mc has w/ paganism & practicing in of itself changed, specifically due to a negative experience, that still influences the way she interacts w/ the beliefs,customs & practices. bc of that, i'm very intrigued by what u gonna gives us in the future & how she's gonna heal (or not) her relationship w/ it. i dunno if i expressed myself well enough & if i said smth offensive or made a comparison that is disrespctful i apologise, u don't have to but it's more than welcome 4 u to point out so i can both learn & take responsability!😊

now talking abt the main course of this meal,tae's revelation!

i had my mind set on his confessing that it was bc of self-defense ofc & not premeditated either but oh boyyy if u had me faltering & growing anxious & unsure w/ all the amazing & beautifully written build up,the rollercoaster of emotion & tae's sudden changes in mood & pauses while spilling the full truth! the sigh i let out when reading mc's reaction, understanding & reassurance given to poor tae, i probably sounded like a leaf blower XD

i thought that would be the only main drama of the chapter so i felt more relaxed now just to get hit straight in the face w/ the namjoon' bomb?!!!

NAMJOON?!!!!!!!😳😳😳😳💀💀💀💀

i never saw it coming,i never expected such a reaction nor that it would come from him, i never could have predicted such a turn of events, it felt like a slap,like a bucket of ice. literally stopped reading to climb down the ladder & pace around the room in shock o-o

we def know that he runs hot 'n cold, has his moments & he never was fond of tae,to say.

but he always struck me as somebody pretty level headed, quite in control of his actions to the point of being calculative sometimes & who's used to keep his blood cold even in hot situations. i felt like a clown🤡

4 awhile his reaction made absolute 0 sense to me,no matter how hard i squeezed my peanut sized brain i couldn't find smth that would justify or push him to react like that,to that extent & say those exact wrds. but all bc a) i was seeing it from my pov & b) i assumed i already knew the character well enough to be able to see patterns in his behaviour/way of thinking which is not true cause we know barely 3 things abt his past tbh(my bad honestly😭)

1- i thought that he reacted this intensely bc of fear of tae & protectiveness over mc & her wellbeing(him already not liking the bear hybrid but now actually hating him bc he perceived him as a threat or possible danger to mc & the others) but that flew right out the window the moment he started talking shit abt mc directly to her face(not proud of it, but 4 some time i really wanted to slap him a couple times😅). esp when he said that she was a spoiled rich grl that basically always acted out on nothing but her naivety & whims. that felt like he said it w/ his full chest & meant it😳, like he had been feeling that way abt her 4 awhile but never voiced it out untill now🤔. which threw me back to the time when after the vinyl store etc & after eating icecream at the fountain, his mood soured & he started giving the cold shoulder to mc & i wondered if smth crossed his mind in that moment that reminded him abt smth in his past or a bitter thought abt mc?

2-it's more of a theory: maybe he has a hard time seeing the genuine love & care behind mc's choice in adopting them all bc he thinks all there's behind her actions is her "naivety, saviour complex & habit of just getting whatever she wants bc of growing up rich & spoiled" bc that's the only type of ppl he saw around him(when it wasn't straight up abusive ppl)?

3- his worry abt tae putting them all in danger w/ the law could be quite reasonable but i think is way inflated in his head. mama raised no snitch & i don't think there is any reason to suspect that any of the other hybrids or mc herself would rat tae out. plus tae himself said that if it ever comes to it,he would never confess that the others knew abt him. plus the poor teddy bear hybrid is already shouldering the guilt from 1(cough well deserved chough) kill & is already living in worry of facing legal truoble bc of it so if namjoon thinks tae would do it again w/ any of them when there's no reason nor need to beside the fact that tae would never as well, just confirmed to me that all the accusations,assumptions & concerns that pushed namjoon to react that intensely & against tae were based on fear mostly. i mean,it makes sense to experience a bit of fear given the situation ofc, but unlike mc's & the others initial doubt & fear, his seems diff, like there's smth personal behind it...which bring me to my last point!

4- namjoon already has his fair share of negative experiences w/ the law bc he faked his documents to join the club etc & he got found out. but we never got to know how he got found out, if somebody ratted him out or smth else. so it makes sense that he would be more wary & tense than others knowing that the law could be involved again & also knowing that he would have to be in a position where he has to trust others to not sing like a bird. but still, he seemed very nervous & paranoid even... is he hiding smth like tae did? we still don't know what kind of ppl were in his life b4(beside mc's mother) or how exactly he came to know abt the "supernatural" & such. also b4 ending captured & at gerry's he mentioned that he lived as a wolf in national parks to jimin but didn't go into details. maybe he's trying to fly off the radar bc otherwise he risks smth legally & tae's situation put him on edge? idk,i'm speculating,rambling,being delirious at this point??😭😂 i'm trying to find smth in his reaction that may make it more understandable & feel less as just him being straight up an asshole & i'm kinda boiling my brain & feeling quite stupid w/ the things i came up w/😅

talking abt the actual fight instead, i really love your choice in making jk the one that descalated the situation & kinda acted as a mediator/sedative authority. unusual but suprisingly it fits him & the story very well! plus it also shifted his position in the house & dynamic,w/ mc mostly, but also w/ the bear & the wolf hybrids. god bless him 4 handling it so well & preventing the worst! xd

all the hybrids(minus poor hoseok but understandable😓💚) played a role into taking off some of the responsability & weight on mc abt having to do damage control & managing the situation. it really felt like it's no longer a relationship where she's primarily the one that takes care of them & navigates all the relationships & duties & things to do to keep things running in the house, but they all try to do their part & some of her part too if it gets too much,like this time. they are not just basking in the comfort & love, they are enjoying it ofc but they are also serious abt returning it & resolving conflicts etc inside the house also to take care of her as well. 4 now it's out of gratitude & also liking & caring abt mc & it's going so well w/ the slow burn!!!

quick note- you wrote abt jin having ptsd/anxiety/phobias & w/ that obviously come also triggers & i noticed how in the scene by the fire while making s'mores he seemed fidgety & uncomfortable w/ getting close to the fire so hoseok was roasting them 4 him. & knowing he was a "performer" in circuses b4, i wonder if they used fire or heat to punish him? or if smth happened to him that has to do w/ fire. u don't have to tell me if you don't want to ofc!^^ it's just me noticing this lil thing & being too curious xd

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i think i wrote enough(too much even) & should just stop by now😅 thank you 4 everything, 4 sharing your breathtaking writing, for giving me time out of your day when u reply & also 4 giving me space 4 my rambling even tho i feel i may have taken advantage of it a bit by now😓🙏

i hope this ask doesn't feel overwhelming & i hope you'r doing ok & are happy & healthy!!🤗🥰💜💜💜

Hi hi hi lovebug! I'm doing well lately, how have you been? I'm so happy you've dropped by to chat again! 🥰

Thank you so much for continuing to support Trouvaille and send me such wonderful feedback! I feel incredibly lucky and grateful to receive your love and all of your thoughts on the story 🥺💘

So again AHHH thank you so so much for your sweet compliments about my writing, my heart is gonna explode seriously 😭 (you know how to make a girl blush!!) I'm really pleased that you are feeling immersed into the story, especially in the jam-packed, plot heavy update in Chapter Seven! So cool that you can envision the home and the settings too, I was hoping that I was describing the surroundings well enough that readers could see it in their minds!

One of the most exciting things about writing an OT7 fic is planning out all the little quirks and traits each of the boys will have, on top of the MC and side characters, as well. Since about a week has passed since MC adopted the hybrids by Chapter Seven, she's become accustomed to some of the most obvious quirks some of them have (Hoseok's three note whistle tone, Jimin's cowboy manners addressing her as "Miss Y/N", etc.) so over time as she gets to know them more intimately, other unique traits will reveal themselves! I love a good few reoccurring jokes as well, I'm happy that you've picked up the lightweight one LMAO... eeeee but I'm so glad that their quirks are making them seem more realistic, thank you!! 💜💜

fdjkasfh I wanna apologize for leaving the previous chapter on a cliffhanger, I tend to do that a lot... I'm a sucker for shock value 💀

So MC and her mother! Their relationship tends to ebb and flow, due to the fact that their personalities are quite different. MC tends to be a bit more grounded in reality, conscious of responsibility, and perhaps a bit overly concerned with the opinions of others, at times. Meanwhile, her mother is loud and proud, free spirited, and almost childlike in nature. In a way, MC might feel as though she often had to act as the adult growing up, while her mother may have felt MC was a bit too rigid. Besides that, the spirituality that MC and her mother share also plays a big part in their relationship and dynamic. MC's big issue with her mother is the perceived nosiness that comes with card reading for others, particularly behind their backs. It is mentioned I believe in Chapter Three that MC's mother would often do Tarot readings for MC and then report back to her on the results, which in turn irked MC while she had taken a break from her spiritual practice. MC may have had instances in her childhood where having an eccentric pagan mother discouraged others from wanting to get closer to MC and her family. When her mother had the vision about Taehyung, I think MC's main concern was Tae overhearing the interaction, and either getting spooked or his feelings hurt in consequence. Truly, MC thought the vision to be so absurd at first, that she wrote it off almost immediately.

Paganism is an interesting sort of religion to practice, as there are many paths under the umbrella term of paganism one can take. One pagan that does card readings might not do herbal magic, another might not use Tarot or oracle at all and focus their energies on candle magic. Really, it is up to the practitioner how they practice, what they believe, and what works best for them. MC and her mother are a good example of this. Her mother tends to lean on Tarot and psychic ability, while MC (who is just now getting back into her practice) tends to be comfortable with spell crafting-- we'll dive more into her practice in the future! Also, no worries- you aren't being insensitive whatsoever (in fact, you're very respectful), I love answering questions on paganism and The Craft! I hope I can be a friendly person for anyone to come to and ask questions like these, it's fun to discuss with others! ✨💖

I like that you pointed out MC's mother being one to "nudge" her back into her practice, that IS absolutely what she is doing. A big theme here, as well, is the idea of "you see them, they see you" when it comes to working with spirits or any kind of magic. That's why it was important for me to stress the urgency MC had with performing some protective magic after the altercation with that entity; protection is key for a pagan/witch. We'll see in future updates how she hones her craft and makes it her own (on her own terms!) As well as how Namjoon, Jeongguk, and perhaps the others (!) beliefs and practices take form and change over time.

I really like the parallel you drew to the concept of religious trauma. MC primarily pulled away from her practice in attempt to get that nasty entity she accidentally summoned as a teen off her back, and sort of moved on like nothing ever happened. I think that the religious trauma parallel is a good comparison to what happened to her, but rather it being caused by an institution itself (for example, The Church), it was caused by her own lack of knowledge/research on the spell she was casting. I think she's on the right track to begin healing from her mistake, and now she knows to research before casting unfamiliar spells, and stay on top of protective magic!

NOW FOR TAE'S REVELATION! AHHH I'm so excited that I could keep you on your toes throughout the scene where he recounts what he had done! That scene was particularly tricky for me to write, and I revised it many times, so I'm glad that it had the sort of dizzying and uncertain pace that I was hoping for. Tae needed a big hug after that, and I'm glad MC gave it to him!

ANNND Namjoon too! I guess my love of shock value manifested itself into a fight scene, and making Namjoon into the instigator... You're right; he's always been suspicious of Tae, and definitely runs hot and cold. And on the other hand, "calculative" is one of the best ways I could describe wolf hybrid Joon. I think that he while he was flying off the handle in rage during the fight, he was still rather cold and cutting with his words, as if he hadn't considered the effect they'd have. I think because he is overly calculative, he can sometimes read a little too far into situations and get into his head, thus creating volatile or explosive emotions he cannot ultimately control.

So another reader had a similar theory that Namjoon reacted in this way because he was jealous or perhaps feeling the intense or instinctual need to protect MC from Taehyung. Though, when he turned his attention to MC and began taking it out on her, that shit was uncalled for. MC was already feeling a little insecure about her lack of knowledge when it comes to hybrids, so Namjoon inadvertently triggering that insecurity by calling her "stupid" cut her deep. She too, in the moment, believed that Namjoon truly felt that way about her, hence her breakdown. I like the connection you made to the outing with the hybrids when he suddenly grew distant and somewhat mean; perhaps this circles back to the jealousy he might feel (MC was surrounded by Yoongi, Tae, and 2Seok all paying her particular attention).

I also like your theory that Namjoon might have a hard time accepting that MC simply wants to give all of the hybrids, himself included, the opportunity to live safe, happy lives. I think the whole "spoiled rich girl" comment was something that just came to him, considering the significant sum she had handed over to adopt them all, the large house she lives in, etc. I think he said the first insulting thing he could think of in his blind rage-- but it is and interesting theory that he may be jaded towards those he perceives to be rich and spoiled, especially because we don't know too much about his past.

Because Namjoon's past is still a mystery, I love that you've come up with so many theories to fill in the gaps! The idea that he could be nervous about Taehyung being a fugitive because he himself is is an interesting theory! 🤔 It would certainly make sense for him to explosively react over the news of Taehyung perhaps attracting law enforcement to the house and in consequence, Namjoon himself... but for now, we simply don't know!

Jeongguk being the one to break up the fight was another twist to Chapter Seven. I'm sure not only MC, but readers as well were surprised to see bristly, avoidant Jeongguk get in the middle of those two, but I think he might have been the only one to do it successfully. Teaming up with Yoongi (who calmed MC down and then escorted Tae from the room), Jimin making her tea, and Seokjin staying with her while she fell asleep-- they all managed to put aside some of their smaller spats with each other in order to restore order in the home. I think at the end of the day, all of the hybrids are seeking a peaceful, happy environment to live in, so breaking up the fight was a priority to the others in the home. In future updates, we'll see how dynamics change and flourish between the housemates as time wears on and new situations crop up! 🤭

Final little note, for Seokjin-- he was indeed a performer for a circus, so the possibility of an accident involving fire happening to him is extremely likely! We still don't know how he was injured prior to his adoption, when MC picked him up from the shelter. Fire could definitely be included in his list of phobias that we know of (so far, we know that crowds are a phobia, for sure!)

THANK YOU thank you thank you for sending me another lovely message filled with your wonderful thoughts and theories, I truly enjoyed taking the time to read through them and reply as thoroughly as I could. I also thank you for reading and supporting Trouvaille and remembering so many little details tucked away in all of the chapters, it really made me so happy to discuss the story with you!! I hope you have a lovely week, are eating well, and staying healthy!! 🩷💓💗💘💖

#long post #asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts #thank you so so much for all these lovely theories and food for thought!!!

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its-all-honey · 9 months

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The Umbrella Academy Season 3 ☂️

i last week finished watching the third season woo !! i used to be so obsessed with tua after watching season 1 that i even ended up getting all the volumes of the comics 😅 after watching season 3 i also reread all the comics back to back in like one sitting lol (spoilers for both the show and the comics coming up 🫣)

im gonna try my best to not make this sound super confusing when i talk about both season 3 of the show and volume 3 of the comics lol ------------------------------- the comic ---------------------------------so i went into season 3 having not previously read the 3rd volume of the comics meaning i had no idea what would happen, though i did know that the idea of hotel obsidian/oblivion was based off the comics BUT!! i found that the 3rd season of the show practically had nothing to do with the comics other than the title 😭 the plots of the show and comics across all seasons and volumes are both very different and season 3 was the most unlike its corresponding comic. one of the main differences being that the sparrow academy are only introduced at the end of volume 3 of the comics so i honestly dont know where the whole storyline for the 3rd season of the show came from i personally found the plot of the 3rd volume of the comic quite confusing and hard to follow as the perspectives and locations kept changing a lot so im actually rather glad that they chose not to portray the events of this comic in the show. that being said, i did like how each of umbrella siblings had their own storylines/adventures that they were on. probably my favourite storyline in the comics is vanya's ongoing recovery from volume one of the comics and also the pairing of five and allison which happens throughout the comics. i also like that luther and diego's rivalry is present across the comics. ------------------------------- the show --------------------------------- in the show, i find the characters to be much more likeable and more full of personality compared to the comics so season 3 did not disappoint in that respect. it was cool to see aspects of the comics continue to be translated into the show for example allison's reluctance to use her powers is a big thing in both medias AND IM SO GLAD THAT KLAUS FINALLY GOT TO USE THE FULL POTENTIAL OF HIS POWERS IN THE SHOW 😭😭😭 all the other character progression among the umbrella siblings is great as well!!! (we love senior citizen five) i liked the sparrows though some of them did not get much screen time and a few of their powers were a bit lame in my opinion 💀 (marcus and alphonso i am looking at you, sorry not sorry) i love love LOVE fei tho she is sooooo coool and christopher being just a random floating cube is so silly to me plus if you think about it, um some woman gave birth to that?!?!?!?! seeing sparrow ben just get subtly accepted by the umbrella siblings was so sweet like they were lowkey all just so happy to see ben again even if he's different. OH AND SPEAKING OF ACCEPTING!!!!! VIKTOR HARGREEVES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 madddd props to the producers/writers of the show for giving elliot page a trans character and doing it in such a good way ❤️❤️❤️❤️ im so obsessed with all the different sibling reactions to viktor (also vanya in the comics has short hair sooooooo) ok so a few things i didnt like so much was first of all, luther and sloane romance felt really forced to me and a bittttt weird but ive seen people say that luther was in his himbo era during season 3 so honestly i'll let it slide. secondly there's lila who i disliked in season 2 but then she shows up with stan and i loved stan he was so silly!!!! BUT THEN lila is suddenly actually pregnant😭???? idk man, it gotta hella crazy. um thirdly (this is gonna be a really hot take but hear me out), i know its the whole point of the show and its a reoccurring thing that happens but all this end of the world/apocalypse business is kindaaa boring now 🧍 i guess it does happen differently in each season so its not completely repetitive everytime and i must say that this time was actually my favourite end of the world lol hopefully, the finally season will resolve everything nicely but only time will tell i suppose 👁️👁️. im actually gonna shut up now though because this is getting so long and while i could go on and on about tua im gonna have to stop 😭

#the umbrella academy #netflix #netflix series #the sparrow academy #comics #comic adaptation

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myevilmouse · 2 years

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I think it appropriate that a day that consisted of diversions, distractions, and outright procrastination should carry into the night with my favourite avoid everything activity: The Ask.

You once asked that when I finish my trip through your Thryce catalogue, name my top favourite fics (that’s sort of like picking a favourite toe!) Here are the winners (drum roll)

Infectious (first place)

Imitation/Dis Manibus (tied for second/third)

I have written at length about Infectious & Imitation (previous asks), so I would like to give Dis Manibus the spotlight (feel free, please, to discuss/ask me about the other two if you wish) The premise - reoccurring nightmares - of this fic immediately caught my attention (as a sufferer) however, we quickly parted ways as the root of my problem is definitely NOT ghosts 🤣

Thrawn had unfinished business with Pryce that remained so due to his untimely demise. The fic is bold for many reasons, the first being that you crossed over Legends & Canon lines - I love that. The second feature in the fic is an unfamiliar planet, but a real Star Wars planet (unlike my lazy-ass self who makes up planets & names them after pesky Captains). I really appreciated getting away from the familiar and feeling the wide-open savannas that you described in such lush detail.

This fic takes us as close to the edge of the deep, dark, rabbit hole as a Mouse fic allows, and then it throws us a satisfying, closure-worthy, life-line of an ending that is just ever so lightly seasoned with a pinch of melancholy.

Other features of the fic are those (possibly salacious) details that you chose to leave out. Inquiring, smutty minds 🤣 may have been disappointed, but due to own lush imagination…I was more than satisfied 😎

I would like to discuss the genesis of this fic, and perhaps crossroads that you met along the way during its creation. I am curious if we adhere to Thrawn’s death by Rukh as accorded in Legends; it is never explicitly stated how he died in the fic (did Pryce have to relive the death in the nightmares??) How did the location come about - did you have specific requirements of a planet?

Big Bonus: are you gonna write me the sequel?? 👍🏽

As always: feel free to completely deviate from my queries and just carry on.

@beebee-76 it’s so lovely to have you back. Thank you for this delightful ask that I welcome as a way of unwinding this evening. Definitely responding to asks is a great distraction and diversion for the recipient, so I am glad you are still prompting me to respond with these!

First of all, I’m thrilled with your selections for favorite Thryce fics. It's very interesting to me that these were written in a row, actually, one after the other. Clearly an inspired period in my fic life! Infectious is of course the epic, the longest, the labor of fuck-or-die misery to happy ever after, and I’m so happy it got that rank! I remember when you read Imitation you had said it was your fave (prior to reading Infectious) so I was very curious to see if it still ranked. It was such a random story, where Thrawn’s mind and his relationship with Pryce is explored through his absence, in a way, that I love that you still hold it so highly on the list! Dis Manibus is definitely one of my favorites and I love how people connect with it and give it a chance despite the strangeness of the entire thing.

Spoiler alerts for that story, so follow me below the cut!

You are always generous with praise in your comments, and here in your ask I only can blush and say thank you for the compliments re: boldness, interesting crossover, descriptions of the planet, flirtation with the darkness but satisfying closure. I do tend to research all my fics quite a bit—looking for the perfect place to set them, the ideal place in the timeline to squeeze in my story, and make them as “realistic” as possible in our GFFA. So it’s fantastic to hear you appreciated that!

Also happy to hear that denying the reader those (you wrote “possibly” I’m going to go with “hopefully” salacious) details wasn’t a disappointment. I’m 800% certain your imagination wrote something far more delicious than the author could have delivered!

So as to your question regarding the genesis of the story, it was simple: I have an ambition to write Luke x all the ladies. In my never-ending quest to smush his nekkid Jedi flesh against random women, I couldn’t neglect one of my favorites just because she was evil! As always, the idea was the ship, nothing more. And I am a sucker for the nightmare comfort trope, so decided to use it.

From the beginning, this story wrote itself. I was really a vessel for the muse, and more than once I sort of looked at the screen like “huh ok” and just kept going. There are always surprises along the way when I fic, which is one of the things I love about it, but this story was a non-stop surprise. In all honesty, I had NO IDEA her nightmares were Thrawn until I was physically typing that chapter and then I was like (just as the reader is) ohhhhhhhhhh when Luke senses that presence and we know it’s a ghost.

Admittedly I was filled with glee at this development (and also annoyance, knowing it would be harder than ever to get these two to bang now) and couldn’t wait to see where it went. Unlike some stories (looking at YOU Cold Comfort) the characters never fought me in this one—they knew the plot even though I didn’t, and I just typed it out like some possessed Jedi medium 😉

You mention it isn’t explicitly stated how Thrawn died in the fic, but it actually is (and you are correct, we adhere to Thrawn’s EU death by Rukh). The segment is towards the end of Chapter 2:

“Dream about Thrawn?”

He didn’t know why he asked, but the twitch at her eyelid answered that question before she made the admission.

“I dreamt his death,” she replied quietly. “I’ve seen it happen. Many times. That… that monster that he trusted with his life. I read official reports, and of course the holonews…” Her tone shifted, telling him what she thought of official reporting. “Rukh always was a sneaky bastard, but —”

As to how the location came about…I did a lot of research on this one. I wanted a planet that had been part of the Galactic Empire and then remained loyal to it after the rise of the New Republic. Ansion fit the bill and was described in Wookieepedia with a quote thusly:

"Ansion! Look at it. Small, backward, unimportant. If queried, I wager not one politician or merchant in a hundred could tell you anything much about it."

Sounded like a great place for someone to hide out, in other words. There was also an accompanying image:

Then I figured since Thrawn had taken the planet in his northern campaign, it seemed likely to me that Pryce could have been working clandestinely to undermine the New Republic in her adopted home…

As for the sequel…

Are you SURE you want to know? OK I am giving you the exclusive inside peek...Here's the story and you tell me after reading if you still want me to write it, how's that?

Now:

More spoilers for the Dis Manibus sequel, cut and pasted from the Thryce Discord where I posted it in November of 2020:

It’s 12 ABY.

Luke goes back to the Academy; Ari goes to work for Lando. It’s super profitable for Lando and her both. Everyone likes her, she’s having fun, making money, soon becomes an equal partner in like 3 of his ventures. It’s enough for her. Luke even goes to visit her a few times, much to his sister’s dismay, to see how she’s doing. He likes her a Lot. Maybe too much. But nothing happens.

13 ABY.

Tionne has been researching and discovered a tentative solution in some ancient text: in order to eliminate the residue, Luke has to stop exposure to the ghost’s earthly “catalyst” which was Ari. It makes sense, but it’s hard. He explains it to Ari, who understands but is sad. Losing a friend. He stops visiting/comming. It’s worse for Luke. He’s feeling something close to heartbreak even though nothing ever happened. He’s mopey. It makes him reluctant to help other ghosts when they come calling. He doesn’t develop his gift as a Jedi medium. Other than a few times he (successfully) contacted some friends and family, he stops trying to communicate with the dead.

16ABY

Fast forward a couple years. Luke is doing his Jedi thing, talks to Lando, who Ari has instructed to never bring her up to Luke. Lando thinks this is some old lovers’ tiff and complies. Later that year, Ari goes missing. No one knows what happened to her. The worst is assumed. Luke thinks she killed herself to be with Thrawn. He’s sad but understands, even maybe secretly a little bit relieved. Once he goes into the “after”Force, looking to see if he can confirm she’s really gone, rather than in some sort of earthly trouble. He can’t sense her. Some wise Jedi comes and yells at him for being selfish and he ghosts out of there in a hurry. Ari isn’t heard from again and Luke accepts she’s dead or doesn’t want anything to do with the new life she’d worked hard to build.

19ABY

Luke gets married to the love of his life and settles down. All is well in the world, other than some trauma from finding Thrawn’s clone.

40ABY

Mara dies. Luke grieves.

45ABY

Luke is being a Jedi badass and keeps in touch with old friends. He meets up with Ghent. They share a drink and talk about old times and their admiration of a certain redhead. Luke marvels that the slicer had never been hacked, that’s how good he was. Ghent mentions he was sliced once post ABY, by some sophisticated bounty hunter cum slicing group. He mentions the bounty hunters were actually NRI-sanctioned, picking off old IMPs who had rejiggered biodata. They caught a few before Karrde’s organization was able to figure out the hack and warn the others. Lightbulb: Was Ari’s data compromised. Ghent: Yes, she was, but when he contacted Lando, she’d been missing, presumed dead already for months, so they couldn’t warn her. Since she never turned up as a bounty with NRI, there was no reason to think she’d been caught. Karrde, Ghent mentions, had promised to break any clients out of NRI custody if they were caught due to his organization’s cockup. Other people who were on the card were turned in and busted out, or warned in time to escape the bounty and redo their biodata. Luke finds this interesting but it’s nagging the fuck out of him and he can’t figure out why. He goes into NRI files, finds records of the bounty hunter organization. One of their ships was lost in space, back in 17ABY. Using the Force, he goes on the hunt. Finds the ship, drifting in space through oh, I don’t know, a ten month span and discovers one former Imperial Governor frozen in carbonite.

Defrosts her, nurses her back to health. They catch up, she hears about Mara, and Ben, and Lando’s kid, and all the rest. She’s like wtf. Luke tells her about Thrawn’s clone, she already knew. Thrawn had told her about it. Says something like “I didn’t want to lose him twice” so she just never looked for it. She wanted the real thing, not the clone. Luke tells her the Force keeps bringing them together and he sorta thinks he loves her but always thought it was Thrawn’s influence but it’s not now. Their dead lovers would understand/want them to be happy although they will have quite the polycule to negotiate in Force Heaven. Luke: Or am I still not your type? Ari: You got better with age :P

The End. Hope you enjoyed it.

NOW I DON’T HAVE TO WRITE IT! Or do you still want me to?

love,

evilmouse

#asks #i like asks #luke skywalker #arihnda pryce #luke x all the ladies #fanfic is for fun #fandom friends #fandom life #myfic #my thoughts

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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I’m really questioning my sexuality right now. Even though I’m in my early teens it’s still a thought that lives in the center of my head. I know that I like guys, but its still a reoccurring thought if I like girls too. I won’t be able to test that theory since my religion frowns upon it and the thought isn’t as pleasing when I think about doing so, which is only making me more confused. I cry myself to sleep every night because I want an answer knowing that I’m the only person that can give the answer but fail to give one to myself. And that is so frustrating to me ! Because I’m impatient and tired of questioning myself. And to add onto my non-ending list of issues I think I might not like either genders because I’m just SO indecisive. I apologize for ranting like that, but my diary isn’t helping whatsoever - 🕶

( I also picked a signature - emoji - because I’ve got lost to say )

okay let's chat about this because it's such an important question and i'm so glad you feel comfortable sending this in <3 it genuinely made me a bit teary-eyed

so, fun fact about me- although i don't want to make this about me- i am not actually out to anyone... so i understand where you're coming from with being unsure about who you like. labels always seemed important to me when i was younger, but i promise you that you're just as valid without one- regarding both gender and sexuality. i know it's frustrating and you want a word to describe your identity, but you've still got all the time in the world to find a label if there is one that fits you. you're not failing yourself at all by taking your time

also, i'm really sorry that your religion frowns on it, you deserve to be able to practice faith and be your authentic self <3 i can't give you a whole lot of advice as it's not something i've experienced, but hopefully, there will be some helpful comments or asks sent to me.

you are so loved here <3

#🕶#cate gives advice

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area51-escapee · 9 months

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This is technically a vent but it really ain’t that serious I just need it out of my head lmao

I was getting that reoccurring thought again that I should delete my blogs and delete everything I’ve ever written and give up posting my writing all together forever and then I went to take my birth control and saw what week I was on like OH. That explains that. We’re good everybody ALSJSKDJSJSHSK

It is of course a little depressing to accept the fact that people just aren’t really interested anymore. People have actual responsibilities again since we ain’t all sitting at home. I also just don’t post nearly as often as I used to. I can ramble about my oc’s all day all I want but why is anybody going to care if I can’t update consistently. I think it’s a little more upsetting because that was one of the first times I felt really. Good. At something. I’m okay at a lot of things which is fun in its own way but ultimately I am not good at anything just. Passable. My writing is okay but it could be better. My drawing is okay but I’m often too tired or in too much pain to work on it. I can make some things by hand but they’re all just. Okay. Not good or great or really noteworthy. Just okay.

And sometimes like now it does make me kinda sad. But it usually passes and this too shall pass cuz when I really think about it it’s like. Well that sucks. But that sure ain’t enough to stop me from being obnoxious on main about these fictional little guys AKDJSKSHSKSHSK. Of course I want other people to like my oc’s and find them interesting but also I like my oc’s very much. Maybe too much. I don’t care they make me incredibly happy. I love them like friends. They don’t exist outside of a fictional space and they don’t really do anything but they still bring me a lot of comfort. I wish I had marketable plushies of my blorbos. I love my oc’s. My friends like my oc’s. I absolutely love my friends’ oc’s. In the end that really is enough. There are still some people who have interest in them too and I am so thankful for them and I’m glad they still care about my silly little dudes like I do. I can’t let go of these things just because they don’t draw as much attention as they used to. They still hold all my attention and they still bring me so much joy. I may be a bit abnormal about them and I don’t write or draw as much as I used to and I kind of just talk about the most random things ever when I do post about them but also I’m having fun and that makes me happy and I think I’m okay with that. This week and these feelings will pass and I’ll continue to fixate on them like it’s my fucking job because they make me happy and that’s reason enough to keep going I think.

#vent tw #idk this has been sitting on my mind for. a while #taking up space #doing some spring cleaning I guess aksjsjdhksbsk #sleep posting #ideally when most people won’t be awake cuz this really ain’t that big of a deal #and I think I feel a little better already

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khs12478 · 1 year

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empty

i dont know why but this emptiness is reoccurring again. im so glad i already finished school and currently waiting to be admitted to any universities. the last not so few times i had this emotionless phase, it had caused me to get distracted from my study. i hate it a lot. how i cant explain to people what actually is bothering me.

i know and am fully aware nobody is gonna read this post. these bots might engage but honestly fuck you, bots.

currently, i am spending full time in my house as i quitted my job. worked only for a month but it was getting a bit mentally tiring. as long as i had the chance to escape, i’’ll do it.

truthfully, i dont even know if its emptiness or just rage... but whatever it is, i know its better for me to stay shut bc i am afraid of hurting other’s feelings.

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the-valiant-valkyrie · 1 year

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. get to know your mutuals and followers! ✨🍄✨ no pressure.

ough.... im going to try not to start waxing poetic so i dont sound lame but this is very hard... not even because i don't have stuff that makes me happy but just bc i dont actively recognize happiness when im in the midst of it bc of how distracted i get. but!! ok

i like motifs in medias i enjoy! i think wigfrid has made me realize this more this past year than i ever have before. musical motifs or reoccurring themes. UGH 😩what CAN'T repetition do, honestly? the goddess of story progression fr

i like tea! having it and making it. this may be obvious because of the don't starve teas i make that i talk about sometimes. but it really eases me down, and its been very helpful waking myself up for my numerous 8:30 AM classes this first year of college.

(my favorite is earl grey with lemon and sugar. i would say my second favorite is chai with creamer and sugar. but there's this diner that i go to with my dad and they have this tea thats like. black tea with oranges and cloves?? and cinnamon? bro it goes hard its so good.)

i like plants and animals! and honestly, sometimes i feel like a bit of a fraud when i say that nowadays... i was always far more infatuated with that stuff as a kid. in modern day its become really hard to dedicate myself to nature with so much stuff to do. i have a lot of friends who know a lot about wildlife, and i'll admit i pale in comparison to their knowledge on the subject. but i've been getting more into solarpunk, and it's been alleviating a lot of the strife that current issues have been putting on me, and it's given me the ability to enjoy nature in a more genuine way than i have in a long time

i like video games! and i know its obvious that i like playing video games, but i'm very happy to report that i really like video games. even from a theoretical or technical perspective. i'm currently pursuing game design, so i would certainly hope i would like video games... but a part of me was always nervous that i wouldn't find what i was looking for in game design. but now i find myself theorizing how to dissect different elements of the games i experience? and breaking down the theory of what makes the games i like fun? and every time i do it gives me such a little thrill. i love video games, and i'm very excited to learn more about them

i like creating! i think i'm very blessed to be able to both write and draw. and though i think my skills have always been imbalanced, i still think its pretty cool that i have the ability to develop both. and im glad that people like my goofy ass art even though i haven't drawn anything legitimate in like. months fr fr

#ask #'i dont wanna start waxing poetic' *talks for twelve hours anyways*#chat get my ass

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Hello!

So I’m the anon who asked for more Archon War Venti headcanons and I just loved it! I really like reading your headcanons cuz some of them are similar to mine but mostly are headcanons that I didn’t think of so it really is nice to read and see your thoughts about Venti!

I feel like as if I’m asking too much but could you keep doing these types of headcanons? Like it doesn’t have to be Archon War headcanons but like some headcanons about Venti’s relationship with the Ragnvindrs and Gunnhildrs. Because the first Gunnhildr was the first one who prayed to Barbatos and the first Ragnvindr was his friend who left but came back and I really wanna hear your thoughts on that!

And I’ve decided to get off anon cuz you just replied to my texts and I wasn’t expecting that so I’ve got a short confidence boost that I am completely taking advantage of! And thanks for the advice! or uhh comment? observation? I’m not entirely sure but thank you for that! I’ve heard that be said to me a few times and I have been trying to be more, uhh, assertive so thanks for that!

rfouierjkhfkecs i actually came across information on Gunnhildr and the "Red-haired warrior" yesterday when i was doing more research into the rebellion against Decarabian and I was like "wow this would be really fucking fun to research and theorize on, but its too specific/niche to include unprompted no matter how much i want to" but bestie you prompted, and im literally so happy right now because I didn't think I'd ever really get the chance to post about them!

also lmao yeah, i tend to try and reply to as much as I can, since it's a good feeling when someone does and all. but yeah, no problem! I’m glad you felt confident enough to reveal XD.

This may be structured a bit more like analysis/theory/just citing canon things at first before it gets into a more headcanony format.

ehe i have so much free reign on this it's lovely

More Archon War Era Venti: one two three

spoilers for Venti's backstory and Diluc's(kinda, i think, just in case)

first things first, laying down some canon background because before yesterday i hadn't heard of either of them outside of that one cutscene.

the very reason Decarabian had his storm wall up in the first place was because at the time Andrius had declared war on him- and his tower, and the city of Mondstadt by extent, were basically constantly under attack by Andrius's blizzards, which since he was still alive back then, were a lot bigger and covered basically what seems to be the whole of Mondstadt outside the barrier.

This meant that people had two options. Live in the city under Decarabian's oppression, or live outside the barrier, and brave the blizzards of a warring god... which was not a good idea

but the Gunnhildr clan(not yet called that) tried- and they almost died because of it. In the midst of a blizzard, the clan chief's daughter, named Gunnhildr(which the clan would be named after later) sent out a prayer that was heard by a wandering wind spirit. And the faith of that prayer gave the spirit enough power to create a small shelter to protect them.

When her father past, she became the new leader and also a priestess. She would later lead the clan to fight Decarabian alongside four others. And basically the Gunnhildr Clan ended up as like sworn protectors of Mondstadt

as for the red-haired warrior, who is basically assumed to be the earliest known ancestor of the Ragnvindir clan(im gonna refer to as Ragnvindir for convenience sake, even though "Ragnvindir" is technically a different character from Vanessa's era)theres not much information on him, but heres what i have from the various wiki's

- he was a wanderer

- one of the first to use the sign of windblume to find other rebels(so he's intelligent)

- actively propped up the nameless bard so he could watch as the tower was destroyed

there's this little tidbit too from the Windblume Ode bow's description that im probably gonna talk about a considerable amount too: "Atop the ruins of the ancient tower, amidst the cheers, songs, and tears of those who had newly won their freedom. A red-haired warrior turned his back on the newborn god, hidden like a single raindrop in a tidal wave of humanity. He was first among those who passed the secret sign of Windblume, the one who wove threads of dawn throughout the long night. His name has since been lost to time, but his deeds are still remembered in song." followed later by "The fate of this clan will likely never change: they shall ever live in the darkness and bring forth the flame of dawn."

Now I'm going to start with the Ragnvindir(geez, why's it spelled like that tho)

My idea of his character is basically formed by a mix of Ragnvindir stereotypes and just generally analyzing text.

So what do we know about Ragnvindir's for sure? they are shady motherfuckers- or at least they rarely operate in the spotlight. also damn, these guys are more cursed than anemo vision wielders- like the only one who didn't canonically lose someone close to them was Crepus, but considering that Diluc doesn't exactly have a mom..... he probably did

so what do we know? - he was close with the nameless bard - he was intelligent - he likely operated primarily from the shadows "ever living in the darkness" - he was a wanderer - he abandoned Venti during the celebration - but his deeds were still remembered in song, so Venti and him were likely still close

now the question of the century: how will i choose to interpret "turned his back on the newborn god"? And honestly, I'm- not sure- at first i assumed he abandoned him completely- but Venti did still make sure to carry on his memory- which could just be Venti being Venti, but for the sake of sanity, this is how I'm interpreting it.

A lot of things happened to the Ragnvindir that day. He lost a friend, saw another become a god to replace the one they had conquered, and he saw his goal, his reason for being in Mondstadt, come to fruition. "see the world through my eyes" the bard had said, and the Ragnvindir had been a wanderer even before. Sure, the people had won freedom, and that was to be celebrated, but he's intelligent to recognize that people would likely see him as one of the key figures in leading the rebellion. And for him this was a solemn time, and ending to a chapter, and not being one to operate in the spotlight, the last thing he'd want is to be swept up in festivities and attention at a time like this.

It also likely didn't help that he's probably smart enough to understand the idea of "power corrupts," and seeing the wind sprite just readily accept the mantle of Archon was likely not the most comforting thing to happen in the given situation after all. But Decarabian was gone, and Andrius had ceased his blizzards, so without a word, he slipped into the crowd and left, a wanderer once more.

now back to Gunnhildr

she was the first to receive an anemo vision from Barbatos, no I do not take criticism on this "the power bestowed on her by Barbatos" like please, they basically said it.

It also mentions that she crowned Venti with laurels(symbol of vistory) after the battle- the book Biography of Gunnhildr additionally says "the Gunnhildr Clan will continue honoring the legacy of its ancestors and its duty to the Anemo Archon: to protect Mondstadt, the land and all who inhabit it, forever."

I really like this because it conveniently ties into my past headcanon about Venti granting visions to the people of Mondstadt and having them be the ones to erect wind barriers and defend the city in his absence.

So in the Archon War I like to imagine that the Gunnhildr clan had a lot of people who were actually granted visions and were basically in charge of protecting it from those who would attempt to ambush them.

Mondstadt essentially became known for this- the fact that the mortals within it were strong enough to fend off the force of a god without support from their own.

but regardless, Gunnhildr, as she had before, served as a priestess to Barbatos, the closest thing that Mondstadt had to a ruler, and yet she only took charge of prayer and protection.... i hate to just- equate them to their descendants- but to an extent- her role was kind of like a merge between Jean and Barbara- Except with a whole lot less structure.... i really dont want their characters to just be carbon copies of the descendants but- c'mon, the comparison was right there.

anyways besties- back to Venti so i can tie them in

The Archon War was one of the worst times for Venti in his entire life thus far. And the time immediately after Decarbian's fall, while Gunnhildr and the Ragnvindir were still alive, was the key period of time in which things could have gone very differently.

Venti is the god of freedom. That's a reoccurring theme and I think I've made that abundantly clear. But during this time, Venti was anything but free.

I've mentioned before how he would stay far from the city of Mondstadt so the shockwave of his death wouldn't reach him, should he fall.... well- Venti is new to a lot of things- godhood- humanity- war- freedom- and at this point he was trying hard to figure out how to be Mondstadt's god without becoming Decarabian, and while still being able to survive, and make sure they survived, and see the world for his friend, and carry on his friends legacy.

And this is a lot of stuff for what was once a carefree elemental being, and there were certain things that had to be done for this to happen. He couldn't just stay in Mondstadt, or he would grow weak and his people would be vulnerable to attack, but he couldn't abandon it, because despite being able to fend for themselves, there's always hat just in case. He couldn't stay in any one place outside of Mondstadt for very long or he'd be found and killed. He knew in order for Mondstadt to survive he would have to take an active role in the war, strengthen himself so he could defend Mondstadt, and thats exactly what he did.

He started by going after the less powerful gods, ones he had a chance at beating with the power he got from the Gunnhildr clan and the rest of Mond, and by wiping them out, he would grow stronger, so he kept it up- working his way up the metaphorical ladder.

but he couldn't let anyone near him either, because he knew just what would happen if he was attacked then. Were it not for Gunnhildr's prayer, the early years of the Archon War would have been without contest the loneliest time of his life, and there would be nothing he could do about it, bound by survival and his attachment to the legacy of his friend, constantly fearing for his life and going against his very nature as the god of freedom. Frankly thrust into that circumstance that early on, and having to face it alone, it's likely that Venti would have caved under the pressure and dropped his attachment to either his survival, or to his friends legacy... or just something entirely worse(isolation messes with brains) so I'm attributing the fact that he didn't do that to Gunnhildr's companionship, speaking to him and guiding him through it as he had guided her through the blizzard some time ago.

I also like to think that she's responsible for founding at least a number of the different celebrations that still happen in Mondstadt even now.

Ugh supportive warrior priestess- we stan

anyway meanwhile! we got the Ragnvindir

He hears about Venti taking part in the Archon war during his wanderings and returns to Mondstadt to check in, wary of what he might find.

Venti, who hadn't seen him since the rebellion, is elated to say the least and they do a bit of catching up because they need it

and then the conversation turns more serious, and the Ragnvindir brings up a third thing that Venti needs to hold onto- his humanity.

See, in the early years, just desperate to get a foothold on the world, Venti's first number of targets were just indiscriminately going after those he knew to be weaker than him, and the Ragnvindir points this out, saying that while it's not necessarily bad, if he keeps doing it, it won't be long until he causes his and, by extent, Mondstadt's legacy to be tainted by a reputation for slaughter, no better than any of the other bloodthirsty gods that frequented the war's fields. "Think of what the bard would do, we were both close enough to do that much"

And Venti becomes yet more caged, but recognizes that he's right, and this is another turning point, that in the coming years would keep Venti from losing himself.

also- Gunnhildr, Venti having told her about the Ragnvindir's concerns that he now shared, probably organized some kind of event (not unlike the right of part, but also, yes unlike it) that was deliberately intended and designs to serve as an excuse that Venti could chose to take to visit Mondstadt, something she know he desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't allow himself for fear of putting them in danger. But if she made it an official celebration, then it would give Venti the opportunity to visit his people again, under the guise of it being a responsibility, not having to deal with the moral implications of doing so at a time when he was already dealing with enough of those already.

Also on his travels, the Ragnvindir probably started and spread a number of rumors that could end up working in Venti's favor, not that anyone ever knew it was him of course.

basically Gunnhildr protected the people of Mondstadt and did all she could to keep everyone in as high spirits as possible, Venti included.

And as for the Ragnvindir, he took a more realistic approach, traveling and getting venti followers in far places, spreading false information about him, and just overall making sure that Venti didn't do things he'd regret.

And when they died, Venti would carry their legacy with him as well, not losing his humanity to the tide of war as he very nearly had(though he still often came close), and trying to spreading high spirits where ever he could without fail.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin impact headcanons #genshin theory #genshin headcanons #archon war era venti #genshin barbatos #genshin decarabian #nameless bard #genshin ragnvindir #genshin gunnhildr #genshin lore #genshin spoilers #spoilers #angst #venti angst #archon war #old mondstadt

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it9chi · 4 years

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emergency contact hcs

alternative title: it’s been awhile since you two broke up and until now neither of you changed your contact information for various reasons and because of this you are still saved as the emergency contact

kageyama:

kageyama would either be working out or sleeping when he suddenly gets a call from a random number in the middle of the night

say like.. 2-3 am

mf wouldn’t even look at the caller when answering cs its either he got interrupted during his sessions or he got woken up

he groggily answers the phone and winces when he hears loud club music from the other end just dampening his mood a bit more lol

“is this kageyama tobio?” he hears the other line ask

kageyama suddenly sits up straight like wtf happened this time

mind you this mf doesnt even go to clubs so why would anyone in a club or some party area call him let alone get his number

“yeah. who is this?” is what kageyama replies

“sorry to bother you at this time but you are the emergency contact of miss y/n l/n and i’m here to inform you that she is passed out drunk at (club location) so if you don’t mind please pick her up for her own safety”

without a second thought, kageyama agrees and grabs his keys to his car and basically pressed on the gas and zoomed at the said location

he doesnt even realize how worried he was til he noticed how his grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles turned white

even if you two broke it off, he still genuinely deeply cares for you to this extent of picking your ass up at some club doing god knows what

kageyama has probably began overanalyzing the situation and thinking it was his fault on why you were acting like this

when he arrives at the club, thankfully you were still there with the bartender

you were slouched on the bar with shot glasses surrounding you

“i just miss him so much” you cried to the bartender. “i mean i gave him everything! he was my first he even took away my goddamn virginity and yet..” you paused, lips quivering, as the thought of kageyama breaking up with you replayed in your head like a broken record

“y/n” kageyama speaks up after eavesdropping at your little rant to the bartender

you whip your head up and lo and behold, it was the guy who broke your heart. the reason why you’re in this club for the 4th time this week

“t-tobio?” you stuttered, suddenly feeling sober

kageyama cringes at the sight. your hair was all tousled, your eyebags are prominent making it look like you’ve cried for weeks or you had no sleep

but he assumes you did both only making him guiltier

kageyama walks up to you and drapes his jacket over your exposed shoulders

“let’s go home yeah?” he says quietly. you don’t say anything but let him take you home

before you two leave the bar, he thanks the bartender for keeping you safe and sound by the time he arrived (tipping him of course)

you woke up with a killer headache the next morning on his bed with a million questions running through your mind

suna:

you and suna had a rough breakup

there were a lot of unanswered questions and overall you two got toxic real quick just a little after suna went pro

you don’t even know why or how it happened

suna would suddenly come home all stressed and shit and wouldnt utter a word to you and the next morning he’d be back to the suna you once knew

this became a reoccuring thing where it all just piled up and boom! mf called it quits after YEARS being together

and because of this abrupt occurrence in your relationship,

(you’ve broken up a few times before this btw)

he seemed to be genuinely done with the relationship (for now is what you think lol)

so you were the bitter ex girlfriend

tweeting and sharing abt very obvious and shady things abt your relationship with suna n the such

when the twins found out oh boy were they in for a surprise

you kept posting abt being single and free and all that shit but everyone knows whats the jist anyway

you two will come back to each other eventually

suna was also being bitter and lowkey started to talk shit abt ur relationship (only to the twins tho cs suna isn’t THAT bitter)

+ the twins know its bullshit anyway lmfao

cs u also talk shit abt suna to them

back to the story !!

you’ve posted something very uhh you know.. something that you know suna has to come back crawling to you

so you posted on your instagram story abt ur halloween costume for this year

ironically enough u and suna had this halloween pact where y’all would dress up as couple characters and everyone on the tl always found it cute but sadly for now you are single

so you posted a very sexc selfie of u wearing mai’s costume from rascal does not dream abt bunny girl senpai

suna obviously saw this and was salty abt how you looked like that WITHOUT him

so he was mad,,, at himself and at you for some whackass reason

and to deal with his anger, he resolved into practicing volleyball surpass his limits

(mf thot he was deku or smth)

because of this he sprained his ankle rlly badly that he ended up on the hospital

and since he didnt bother to change your contact info, you were still the emergency contact

that means you got contacted by the hospital at 11 pm

IMMEDIATELY you rushed to the hospital cs wtf happened to your (ex)boyfriend

and when you arrived at the emergency room, you see suna sitting on the bed with his leg elevated

“whoops” is what all suna says when he watches you go through a rollercoaster of emotions

you didn’t exactly know if you wanted to cry, laugh or be angry at his situation

laugh cs mf deserved it for breaking ur heart

cry cs u thought something really bad happened to him

angry that he pushed himself too hard for volleyball

you sat next to him and waited for his doctor to tell you what happened and what needs to be done

the doctor basically tells you suna just needs to stay at home til his leg heals before he can start playing again and you just need to be with him to take care of him n shit

nothing much tbh

just missing a lot of practice and you being around again

something he genuinely misses but acts like he doesnt

on the inside suna was glad he just needs to stay at home cs that means he can destress for a little longer and that you were there, maybe he can get you back

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #kageyama imagines #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader #suna imagines #suna headcanons #suna x reader

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grizzee11 · 3 years

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Sharpwin Overload

Ya'll I'm tired as hell! I can't tell you how many times I've watched the scenes between sharpwin from 3x12. Its been watched over and over to the point my eyeballs hurt 😫 BUT I keep getting new details I've missed or am simply obsessed about. From Max calling Helen's name when he woke up, trying to decipher if he said "I love you" in the shower, analyzing every touch between them, Max holding her while caressing her body close to his, if Reynolds would get a reaction seeing the intimacy between Max/Helen (he had to of seen it), and wondering how they will unfold on the next episode.

This has to be THE most enduring, heartfelt, romantic, electric soul binding relationship I've ever seen on TV and Max/Helen haven't even kissed, had sex, nor are a couple yet! Their chemistry is off the charts and I'm so thankful that the creater/writers saw the potential in Ryan/Freema to go with it (and look how amazing its turned out). Other shows need to take notes; instead of being scared with how two actors' chemistry might affect their story, just go with the flow. Its too rare to have this type of on-screen chemistry between two people.

I can't tell you how much I hated Person of Interest and the way they did Joss Carter because they didn't like the direction the relationship was going with the main character Reese. The writers on the show loved writing them together and even the CEO of CBS wanted them to have more scenes barely into the beginning of season 1. That's how magical they were and instead of going with the magic, the creator literally sunk his show and got everyone pissed off by killing her off. The CEO of CBS even threw him under the bus for trying to fix something that wasn't broken. Taraji who played Joss Carter had to do a whole PR damage control to explain why she left but on good graces which was bull; they wanted her gone. Thank God Jim Caviezel impromptu their kissing scene on the last episode because he knew their characters were supposed to be together.

Sorry for ranting but that show really pissed me off and left a sour taste in my mouth. It was the first show I loved to the max and I wanted it to be cancelled for the way they treated Joss/Taraji and I'm glad they did get cancelled and she went off to Empire and became a bigger star while that show tanked (Karma is a bitch!!!). Shows like that along with others like Sleepy Hollow happens in a reoccurance for no reason to where its hard to root for a ship if a black woman is factored into the equation who happens to have chemistry with the main lead. Luckily New Amsterdam is doing it right (even if they've dragged it a bit too long) and look how rewarding its become. I don't think this show would be as great as it is had Max stayed with his wife and never having scenes with Helen. The show has a great concept revolving around the hospital but shapwin just makes it a whole lot better!

P.S- Can you imagine once they do become a couple?! Cuddling in bed, love scenes, kisses 😘, hugging, holding hands, dinner night, pregnancy (Helen still wants a child y'all), Helen being a mother to Luna, balancing work life with family time, sexual gazes, oh and let's not forget office sex after a silly arguement lol.

I can't wait to see the next episode! Will they kiss on the rooftop or do more after his custody meeting back at his/her place once everything is resolved 🤔? I have a feeling they are going to make love either on the 13th or 14th episode to give us everything. That will eclipse any kiss (hell the shower scene felt better than any kiss I was anticipating) and Reynolds might take over as Deputy Director so Max can have more time with Luna (to shut his in-laws up)and for Helen. And to he honest its the right choice because he is struggling with his work schedule and being a single father. My predictions have been wayyy off since this season but overall we've come a long way with sharpwin's journey and I'm savoring every little morsel I can... on repeat if necessary lmao 🤣

#sharpwin #weve waited so long #cant wait #new amsterdam #max x helen #max goodwin #helen sharpe #can't beat chemistry

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teddy-bear-surprise · 3 years

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hi!! how are you? i seen your post about wanting to write headcannons or blurbs and i didn't know if you wanted them to be birthday related but osbddkndjdd staying up until exactly 12 am with peter and once it hits, the reader gives him a bunch of kisses & let's him now how happy she is to be with him!!!

This story is also available on AO3 and Wattpad!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I'm doing great today and I hope you are too <3

MASTERLIST

Title: Midnight Birthday

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: None (they joke around about poop and farts, which makes me sound immature, but I promise it’s funny and not like serious)

Context needed: Y/N

I deviated slightly from the prompt on accident, but I hope you enjoy it :)

Your phone rang loudly for the third time, prompting you to finally pick up. Normally, you would ignore everyone’s phone calls, but you realized that Peter was the one calling you. You had set a special ringtone for him, just so this wouldn’t happen, yet he still had to call multiple times just to get your attention.

“Hey, Peter! Sorry I didn’t pick up before… You know how it is, right?”

Peter chuckled on the other end of the line, “Yeah, I know. We should really come up with a better system for you. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if there was an emergency and they had to call you. I know you can’t see me right now, but just the thought gave me goosebumps.”

You heard him shudder, “I’m sure you’re very goosebumpy, Spider-Kid.”

“Hey!” He asserted jokingly, “You know that I prefer ‘Spider-Man’, you know that. And don’t be mean to me! I’m over here calling to invite you out to dinner and this is what I get? I am beyond hurt. I will never recover.” Peter emphasized each word as sarcastically as he possibly could.

“Oh, get over yourself drama queen. Spider-Boy, Spider-Kid, Spider-Man, it’s all the same thiiinnggggg. Just take the compliment, hun. In thirty years– when you’re all old, wrinkly, and a Spider-Senior –you’ll be missing the days when people called you Spider-Kid. Now, what were you saying about dinner?”

“I said I wanted to invite you out to dinner! Were you not listening?”

You rolled your eyes and wished he could see your face right now. “I got that part, genius. I meant like what kind of dinner… Y’know, Where? When? The details, Pete, the details.”

“Oohhhh, that would make sense.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head at his own stupidity. “I was thinking that we could go to that restaurant you love, you know the one you were talking about the other day… Ummmm I think it was called Sveleka? Right? So we could go there around 7…”

Peter’s voice trailed off as he tried to remember the details of his plan and you cut in. “It’s Veselka, but that would be great, Pete. I’ll see you there at 7, love you.”

You hung up the phone before Peter even got a chance to reply. Your phone skills were rudimentary, to say the least, and it always got you into trouble. Luckily, Peter understood your bizarre hatred of phones and phone calls, allowing you to talk to him without worrying too much.

You knew that his birthday was tomorrow and you had developed a plan of your own. It was supposed to be a surprise, and the last thing you were expecting was for him to ask you out to dinner the night before his own birthday. In a way, it made you appreciate him even more, knowing that he loved you enough to randomly call you and ask you out to dinner. But now, thanks to his unexpected decision, you only had two hours to rearrange everything before meeting up with him for dinner. You stared at the giant teddy bear sitting on your bed and sighed. Even though your plan was technically easier to carry out now, you felt a twinge of annoyance about having to modify your schedule.

Originally, you wanted to sneak into Peter’s apartment, along with May’s help, and surprise him with a giant teddy bear that said “I love you” when you hugged it. Ideally, you would get there right at midnight, as the night turned from August 9th to 10th, and show him that you cared. That you cared about his birthday, his happiness, and his wellbeing.

You shook away the thought and positioned the teddy bear so that it looked like it wanted to give you a hug. In between its warm, fluffy arms, you placed a small box. This box was technically Peter’s real present. It contained a small, circular locket with one half of a glass spider and a key. In the very same box, you included a long handwritten note telling Peter how much you loved him and how proud you were of him. Once you rearranged the box and bear to your liking, you began to get ready.

The closet of your apartment was minuscule, as was the whole place, and the limited space had led you to develop a very limited wardrobe. Your outfits only consisting of basic black pieces, one dark green jacket, and three pairs of shoes. Peter always joked that he loved how your closet all looked the same, claiming that it made it easier to find you if you ever got lost in a crowd. You both knew that was far from true since everyone in Manhattan loves wearing black, but you appreciated that he was so kind about your unconventional fashion decision.

You grabbed a simple, long black skirt and a silky black tank top, changing out of your pajamas. It might have been five o’clock in the afternoon, but pajamas stayed on until you left the house. That was just the rule. While you fixed your hair and makeup, you began to worry that Peter would figure out your plan. It was a slightly irrational thought, especially since he was socially inept and on multiple occasions forgot when his birthday was. Still, the thought plagued your mind until the moment you were ready to leave.

As you walked to Grand Central station, you texted Aunt May, letting her know that the plan had changed. May had been the biggest supporter of you and Peter’s relationship from the start. Honestly, she was the only one you could trust because she was the only one who could keep both your and Peter’s identities a secret. You hopped onto the Six heading downtown, hoping that she would reply before your service completely cut out.

You: Hi, May. Peter invited me out for dinner at the last minute so we might have to rearrange a bit.

May: This is why I told you to make plans with him ahead of time, so we wouldn’t run into any bumps like this.

You: I know, sorry. I wasn’t expecting him to do this.

May: I was kind of expecting it… I made a bet with myself that he would do this and it looks like I won!

You: You bet on us?? Is this like a reoccurring thing???

May: Definitely not. That would be immature. I’d never do that.

You shook your head at your phone, laughing at how obvious it was that May bet on your and Peter’s relationship. To you, May was like a second mother, or just a really cool aunt. She seemed to understand how to be just serious enough, but not stiff. Not to mention that she was ten times nicer and more supportive of you than your actual mom.

You: I’m gonna pretend that the last part of the conversation never happened. But what I wanted to tell you was that I’m going to meet Peter for dinner around 7 at Veselka so I won’t be able to go back to my apartment and then to Peter’s in time. I just left the bear at my apartment and I’m thinking of asking Peter to go home with me after we eat, what do you think?

May: Sounds like a solid plan, kiddo. Good luck, and please don’t let Peter eat too many of those sauerkraut pierogies this time, he was gassy for two days. It wasn’t fun.

You: Thanks for the gross heads-up, May. Byeeee

You got off at Astor Place and walked in silence towards the restaurant. You were looking at the ground, head hanging low, when Peter called out to you from across the street.

“Y/N, hi!”

You looked up at him and smiled at the goofy boy waving at you. “Hi, Peter!”

Jogging across the street, you made eye contact with him. He held out a hand towards you, helping you onto the sidewalk, and embraced you. Peter kissed the top of your head softly and gave you one last squeeze before letting go.

“So, I guess we’re both early then. I gotta say that I’m shocked, Parker. I wasn’t expecting you to get here before me.”

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.” Peter winked at you.

---

The two of you merrily ate your dinner, with Peter threatening to instigate a food fight more than once. You talked about anything and everything, by the time you two were ready to pay the bill, it was almost 11 and you were stuffed.

Peter rubbed his hand on his stomach, poking at it, “I think it would be physically impossible for me to eat any more. Like I would just spchwoooo,” he mimicked an explosion with his hands, “explode.”

“I’m just glad we didn’t order any of those sauerkraut pierogies, May said they made you all gassy last time. I don’t even want to know what would have happened if you ate those and the stuffed cabbage.”

“What?! May said that? I never get gassy. Ever.” Peter lowered his voice, “I’m literally superhuman, it takes more than some sauerkraut and cabbage to mess with this iron stomach.”

“That’s not even close to being true. You had explosive diarrhea after that burrito two weeks ago, and don’t blame the food, you were the only one out of the three of us who got sick. Did you forget that May and I had to take you to the hospital? Because I don’t think that counts as an ‘iron stomach’.”

The two of you argued about stomachs, diarrhea, and food the rest of the way to your apartment, stopping every few minutes to point out airplanes flying overhead. You insisted on walking home so you could arrive almost exactly at midnight. Plus having Spider-Man by your side was basically a guarantee of safety, even in Manhattan. Peter held your hand the whole time, swinging it like a smitten teenager. After walking nearly fifty blocks, you arrived at your apartment. You noticed that Peter seemed hesitant, only lightly resting his foot on the first step leading up the building.

“C’mon, let’s watch a movie or something. I don’t want you to leave yet.” You pouted and tugged on Peter’s hand, pulling him up into the doorway.

“Well then, I guess I’m not leaving.”

---

The two of you were cuddled on your small couch watching Buzzfeed Unsolved, Peter’s favorite show, but you weren’t paying attention. Every few seconds your eyes would dart up at the clock, waiting for the hour hand to strike 12. Peter was entranced, never letting his attention deviate from the screen, and he didn’t even notice that you weren’t looking at the TV. The minutes went by slowly and you were counting down the seconds until midnight, gripping onto Peter’s arm. He thought that you were just scared by the prospect of unsolved murders, not that you were anxiously waiting for his birthday.

The last second passed and the clock struck 12, you immediately jumped out of Peter’s embrace and turned to him. Peter sat up in shock, confused by your sudden movement. You took the opportunity to straddle him and grab his face.

“Happy birthday, My Love.”

You peppered his face with sweet kisses and his eyes widened. His body softened under your touch as a feeling of love and happiness filled his heart. Peter snaked his hands up your thighs, letting them rest on your hips, and squeezed softly. You gave him one last kiss on the lips and rested your forhead against his.

“I have a surprise for you, Birthday Boy.” You lifted yourself off of his lap and held your hand out to him.

Peter took your hand and followed you obediently, curious to see what his surprise was. You opened the door to your room, revealing the large stuffed bear and its matching box. Peter let go of your hand and excitedly ran towards your bed.

Before he could say anything, you began speaking, “I know it’s not much, and I know you probably thought that I’d have like a trail of rose petals in here or something like that. But I wanted to show you that my love for you isn’t just about our physical relationship, my love for you i-is emotional and wholesome. I love you, Peter Parker. I truly love you and I’m so happy that you’re mine. I mean, every morning I wake up, I remember that I’m dating you, and that makes me the happiest person in the world.” You reached over to the box in Peter’s hands, “So, Peter Parker, will you accept this key?”

You opened the box and Peter’s cheeks glowed red. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded his head.

“Yes! I love you so much too. I- Thank you,” He paused, “Oh no. Wait, I don’t have a key for yo–”

“Pete, this is your birthday present. I wouldn’t expect you to give me a gift on your birthday, silly.”

He rambled energetically, “You’re right… I’m still going to get you a copy though. Oh my gosh. I love this so much, and is this a spider because I’m Spider-Man?! Where’s the other half? This is so cool!”

You held up your matching locket, opening it to reveal the other half. “Yep, it is because you’re Spider-Boy. The best superhero in town. And, don’t throw away the little note at the bottom. Well, don’t open it now, but if you ever need a reminder of how much I love you, just read that note.”

Peter held your hands in his and pulled you down, both of you crashing into the giant teddy bear. The second you fell onto it, it blurted a freakish, distorted “I love you”, scaring both of you. You jumped up and looked at a wide-eyed Peter.

“Y’know, maybe we don’t need the bear. I don’t really want to be on the next episode of Unsolved.”

You laughed at Peter’s joke, pushing the bear onto the ground and kissed him. His soft lips tasted like the blueberry dessert you shared and his skin was as soft as butter.

You pulled away, foreheads resting together once more. Peter whispered, “Thank you for giving me the happiest midnight birthday, darling.”

#peter parker #cute peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #happy birthday peter parker #fluffy fanfiction #fluff #MCU #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #midnight birthday #teddybearsurprise

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spudinacup · 4 years

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Hiiii! Me again. So i noticed that ur post of sugonewrong said it was the last one. But on ur sight for the comic it doesnt match the story line. I know u have the rest on a other site but that site wants me to pay in order to access it. The last photo i downloaded from that comic was when pink steven stood up and bubbled his fists.

Okay, a few things here.

Downloaded?

Why are you downloading my comic?

If you’re intending on reposting it to a different site or your own account, I am going to put a hard stop on that and direct you to the place on my pages where I am practically begging ON EVERY POST that people not do this very thing.

If you’re simply saving it for offline viewing and have no intention of posting the comic elsewhere then that’s fine and dandy. You do you, have a good day and I appreciate you respecting my artistic property and boundaries.

As for the other site you mentioned, I assume you’re speaking of my Patreon.

To clarify any confusion, I post a page ahead of my Tumblr on there as a perk of my patrons for supporting my work! It is not a glitch or an error at all but an intentional set up on my part! It’d only cost $1 USD to join and you can stop whenever you want to avoid the reoccurring payments on such a thing. If you are not willing to pay the $1 USD fee that’s A-oKAY! Buuuuuuut, you will simply have to wait until it is posted.

The comic incomplete in its storyline because it is ongoing and far from finished, so as stated before, you’ll just have to wait. I started working on this mid-October so it's not even half a year old at this point.

If you were saying you couldn't find the comic in its current public entirety, please go to the archive blog: @suaugonewrong

You will have to scroll on a mobile, on a computer it does have navigation controls.

As for the Patreon and making you pay for a new page before its public:

This comic is nearing 50 pages, and I fully expect that by the end of chapter 2 it will be there. What some folks don’t understand is that I am a professional and working to make a living off of doing this kind of work. This comic is a for-fun project of mine to work on my page production and practice my craft. I am highlighting the term ‘for fun.’

I have charged $200 a page before in prior jobs.

That is for the sketch, the lineart, and the coloring.

So with what I have posted alone at the conclusion of chapter 2:

That is approximately $10,000 worth of FREE CONTENT.

Asking a $1 for folks to view pages before they’re public isn’t even a significant fraction of what I’d be making on an actual job.

Now...I’m gonna be a bit frank here, and if I’m misinterpreting your comment I do sincerely apologize for my harsh tone but as it reads currently it does sound a bit... I don’t have a better word aside from entitled. I get a lot of messages and deal with frequent thefts that are people feeling they have a right to my work because it is online, or that I am required to continue to make the content for them for free. I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t started to wear on me or become legitimately upsetting that folks treat me and my content like that. I’ve had people genuinely upset with me for having a Patreon for my art and having the audacity to post a page ahead of the public rather than just providing it to them outright and doing the horrific thing of making them wait.

So, I admit, my feathers are somewhat fluffed here by this ask but it is far from only you that I am bringing this up about. So please don’t think this is all on you or this singular question.I am glad you like my comic and I’m glad you’re eager for more, but if you’re not willing to support me while I create this comic then you will simply have to wait like everyone else for the content.

#spud speaks #spud rants #spud talk #patreon #art theft #why I charge for pages ahead of posting to tumblr #corrupted-steven-lover

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 4 years

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Kim Donghyun, 김동현

anonymous asked:

Okay, here's my request BUT you can take your time on it and just do it when you're not so busy! I'd like something with Donghyun, a non-idol au, with lots of intense feelings heh. Maybe something like you're college housemates with his friend and he always comes over all the time for literally everything and anything when actually its just excuses to see the reader? Dongdong needs the love :( -1102

Group: AB6IX

Member: Donghyun

You stared out into the vast field of flowers, scattered with Sweet Peas, Stargazer Lilies and Daffodils. A warm breeze blew past, gifting you with the blossoms’ sweet fragrance.

You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, taking a deep breath and just enjoying the atmosphere around you. It was that kind of calming, yet uncomfortably ‘too-good-to-be-true’ feeling.

You squinted your eyes, swearing you could see some movement in the distance. Sure enough, a figure drew closer and closer. You could only see the person’s silhouette, not being able to pick out any defining features, but there was a certain aura around him.

It felt safe, and romantic, and warm.

Even more so when that person held their hand out to you.

Just as you were about to brush fingers with that silhouette, a loud, jarring screech met your ears; a noise that you could recognize anywhere. It was your faithful friend that you greeted first every morning—your alarm clock.

You slammed your hand down on the bedside table with somewhat of a vengeance. Sure, you know the dream was too good to be reality, but couldn’t that damn alarm clock have let you be lost in for just a second or two more?

You huffed, sitting up and running a hand through your hair, almost certainly a greasy mess. You blinked harshly, trying to flush the last remnants of sleep out of your eyes. With sleepy, half-awake steps, you made your ways to the blinds, pulling them up hesitantly.

Luckily, the sun wasn’t as blinding as you had expected. In fact, there was quite a bit of cloud-coverage. You made the mental note to bring an umbrella with you to school.

You didn’t bother brushing your teeth, because you could already smell the breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. Your roommate would always say that he wasn’t that good at cooking, but his meals said otherwise. Maybe he wasn’t the best in the world, but you’d never eaten anything made by him that you didn’t enjoy to the fullest extent.

You padded out into the dining room, hair still a mess, still half-asleep and wearing nothing but an worn, over-sized tee-shirt and some sleep shorts. Your roommate—Jeon Woong—was used to seeing this sight in the mornings; just as you were used to seeing him looking perfectly put-together, despite it being barely 6AM.

You paused for a moment.

There was another thing you were used to seeing. One of Woong’s close friends from his hometown—Kim Donghyun. Through the last semester and a half, he’d been coming over to your dorm-room pretty much everyday.

Usually for breakfast, but also for some pretty mundane things as well.

Like the famous, “Dude, I need to go to the grocery store, and it’s late, and I’m too scared to go alone”, or “My roommates ditched me, so I’m stealing you guys as my honorary ones”.

Or (a personal favorites of yours), “I was reading my anatomy textbook and I read the word ‘womb’, and you know what rhymes with ‘womb’? Yeah, that’s right. Woong! So I knew that I just had to come over”.

Woong didn’t appreciate that one too much, but you thought it was hilarious.

Kim Donghyun was a strange guy, but he was funny, so you never protested to his constant visits. In fact, you thought it was pretty cute how the two Daejeon boys stayed in touch.

Sometimes, you could physically see Woong getting fed up with him, but you’d never seen them argue, because in the end, they were friends and cared about each other—no matter how clingy Donghyun could be sometimes.

You still remembered the first time Donghyun had invited himself over. You hadn’t expected him, and he CLEARLY had not expected you, because when you came out into the dining room looking like how you normally did, you both screamed. 6 in the morning, and you both screamed at the top of your lungs.

Nowadays though, it didn’t phase either of you. You’d gotten familiar with the feeling of seeing his dorky smile every day.

In your mind, any friend of Woong’s was a friend of your, so you kind of just let it happen. You and Woong had been friends since you both started college, not exactly clicking at first, but growing very close as time went on.

You walked to the the fridge and pulled out a jug, not fully acknowledging either of the boys milling around the kitchen. Woong was hard at work at the stove-top and Donghyun was sitting comfortably at the table, flipping through a Human Sciences textbook.

He looked up at you with that same smile he always had, giving you an elegant wave that was a bit over-the-top for so early in the morning, but you gave it a pass because it made you chuckle.

Woong glanced over his shoulder as you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. “’Morning,” he said, smiling a little. You gave him a small wave and a hum. He knew that meant, ‘Good morning to you, too’.

He went back to folding the omelette he was working on. “Heard you talking in your sleep,” he mentioned, urging the egg onto a plate. “Whachya dreamin’ about?”

You downed your glass, glad to get the morning breath taste out of your mouth. “Prince Charming,” you said simply, smacking your lips to get rid of the leftover flavor.

Donghyun’s brows rose in intrigue. “Oh, yeah?” he said. “Prince Charming got a name?” he asked, wiggling his brows.

You shook your head, leaning against the counter of your cramped kitchen. “Not even a face, dude,” you said. You nodded slowly, as if working something out in your head. “I think he will one day, though.”

“Why do you say that?” Donghyun asked.

Woong set a plate-full of food in front of him. “’Cause she’s a closet romantic and she believes that a reoccurring dream like that will have a different outcome as time goes on,” he chuckled. He leaned down, as if he was sharing a secret. “She likes to think that when she meets ‘the guy of her dreams’, that’s where he’ll show up.”

Your cheeks grew hot. “Shut up, Woong!” you said, chucking a damp dish towel at him from last night. Unfortunately, he dodged. Freakin’ athlete.

“Weak,” he teased, making an ‘L’ shape on his forehead and sticking out his tongue. He chose ‘weak’ instead of ‘you throw like a girl’, because he’d learned the hard way that would just get his ass thoroughly whipped.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Whatever,” you huffed.

Donghyun raised his hand gingerly, as if he were asking a question in class to a particularly salty professor. “So,” he started, “you’re into the whole ‘fate’ thing?”

You hummed thoughtfully. Did you really believe in that? “Yeah, I guess I am into it,” you finally decided on, nodding.

Woong coughed, the words coming out something along the lines of, “Closet romantic”.

You smacked his shoulder. “I said—shush!” you chastised.

Donghyun chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s all good,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about me.” He flashed a cute smile. “It’s cute.”

It wasn’t long before you were all sitting around the dining table, munching down on another top-class meal by Jeon Woong himself.

“11 out of 10, Woong,” you said to him through a mouth-full of food.

He gagged exaggeratedly. “Talk or chew,” he said. “Choose one, not both.”

Donghyun nodded. “It’s not hot,” he added. “Negative points, my friend.”

You rolled your eyes and swallowed. “I’m not eating breakfast at 6:30 in the morning trying to be sexy,” you grumbled. You made a sour expression and pushed your plate away. “You guys are making me lose my appetite.”

Donghyun chuckled. “Oh, come on! You know we didn’t mean it,” he said. He poked your side. “As your honorary guy friends, we’ve gotta make fun of you.”

You quirked a brow. “Who says your my friend?” you teased.

“Who says I’m not?” he rebutted, a sly little smirk making it’s way to his lips. He tilted his head. “You’re too comfortable with me not to see me as a friend.”

You dipped your fingers in your water glass, flicking it after him after. “Whatever, Hyun,” you said.

He laughed, splashing water back at you. “You even gave me a nickname!”

Woong groaned. “Why do I feel like I’m third-wheeling here?” he whined.

That’s how breakfasts with Donghyun and Woong usually went. More fun than when it was just you. By yourself, it was quiet and lonely. With Woong, it was simple and filled with comfortable silences, but easy conversation.

With Donghyun added into that equation?

There was no shortage of early-morning chuckles and juice-out-of-the-nose snorts. It wasn’t even that he was trying to be particularly funny—you just found him amusing in the simplest of ways.

And even though it was really shocking and annoying sometimes to find him just randomly there, making himself at home on the couch or raiding the fridge, it definitely wasn’t the worst thing to find.

Especially after a crap day, because he had a seamless way of lightening up the mood without feeling like he was trying too hard. You could see why Woong liked him, even if you weren’t a fan of him at first.

He was just simple like that.

He sneaked up on you—like the spice after a pepper, or the warmth spreading through your body after the first sip of hot chocolate with marshmallows. You were pretty happy with how your relationship with him had grown, though you couldn’t quite place why.

When he first started coming over, you felt a little left-out. He and Woong would always share funny stories from their hometown, recalling their nostalgic childhood adventures, and you’d feel a slight disappointment not understanding the inside jokes and small situational innuendos.

Though, it didn’t take too long for them to start inviting you into the proverbial circle—Donghyun being especially welcoming. You supposed that’s just how he was; always the campus heartthrob.

You were happy that, nowadays, all three of you would swap stories, recalling some of your amusing adventures together.

“Remember when you legit”—you made an exaggerated arm movement, complete with funky sound-effect—“dived into that pile of leaves?”

Woong sighed, somewhat reminiscent of a tired single-mom. “I do,” he said, raising a hand. “I thought you broke your neck, ‘cause you didn’t come back up for like... A solid eight seconds.”

Donghyun choked on his drink; a fruit smoothie that he was always very proud of telling you he made himself. “You remember that?” he asked, a little flushed. “It was such a long time ago, though!”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course I remember!” you said. “I almost peed my pants laughing.” When you really thought about, you’d never had a bad moment with these two.Maybe they were your best friends.

You’d never had a best friend before, let alone two of them.

He smirked a little, looking smug. “Then I did my job well,” he said, taking a deliberately slurpy sip of his smoothie.

You quirked a brow. “Oh, yeah?” you started. “Elaborate.”

He shrugged with that dumb, yet charming smile. “You looked sad that day.” He met your eyes. “I was trying to cheer you up.”

You froze for a moment, just staring at him.

Woong looked between the two of you, looking like he was holding back a chuckle, his lips sucked in and chest shaking with effort. You gave him a look, silently asking, “You know something I don’t?”.

You cleared your throat. “Well, thanks,” you said simply. You smiled a little at the memory. “It definitely cheered me up, even though I thought you died for a second or two.”

Donghyun stood up for a moment, bowing gracefully. “’Twas my pleasure, m’lady,” he said. He sat back down and hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the table in some sort of rhythm.

Your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to it. You knew he played guitar, but sometimes, it was more evident than others. His finger-tapping habit could get repetitive sometimes, but in the end, you could always forgive it.

His fingers had a certain strange beauty to them.

Donghyun glanced over, seeming to notice you staring at him. You didn’t realize it at the time, but his cheeks gained a lovely shade of red.

“What’re you looking at?” he asked, chuckling a little.

You pulled yourself out of your daze, looking him in the eyes. “Hm?” you hummed. The question registered in your mind. “Oh! Nothing really,” you said. “You just have really nice hands.”

All of a sudden, his tapping stopped as he stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor as it was pushed back by his legs. “Is that the time?” he asked, staring at a non-existent watch on his wrist. “My class is in like, ten minutes,” he said.

Scooping his bag up off the floor and tying the flannel with the hole in the pocket around his waist, he flashed you and Woong a playful salute. “You’ll see me again, so don’t be too sad,” he said with a wink.

With that, he was gone.

Disappeared out the door, just as he reappeared every morning.

Woong coughed, sounding a bit more like a stifled laugh. “Whipped,” he said softly.

You furrowed your brows. “What?” you asked.

He shrugged, making a funny expression. “I didn’t say anything,” he assured you, picking up the empty plates and carrying them to the sink. “Nothing at all.”

2:56AM

It was late. Too late.

You turned the page of your textbook, ignoring the heaviness of your eyelids. You’d already tried going to sleep, but it wasn’t cooperating, no matter how tired you were.

Maybe this was why Woong had given you the nickname ‘Night Owl’.

Your reading light cast a harsh shadow on the words, but you powered through it, accepting the headache that you’d probably have in a few hours.

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand. You tapped your fingers lightly against the pages of your book, trying to remember the rhythm that Donghyun had been tapping out earlier.

It was mid-tempo, calm and smooth, and it made you feel better to try and work it out in your head.

You almost jumped out of your skin when your heard a tap on your window.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, all too aware of the fact that Woong was sleeping above you on the top-bunk. You felt your blood run cold, not daring to turn around and see what was waiting for you outside the window.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a text notification.

You looked over, scanning the pop-up.

From: Donghyun

Dude... It’s just me.

Your head whipped around, glaring at the window. Or, more aptly put, the face outside of it. Standing outside of the window, standing on his tippy-toes (you lived on the first floor of your dorm building) was Kim Donghyun, waving sheepishly.

You were about to open your mouth and say something, but he quickly brought a finger to his lips, silencing you. He made a circle with one hand and tapped it with the other, giving you a hopeful look.

Slowly, the realization dawned on you. He wanted you to buzz him into the building. You nodded to him, flashing a quick thumbs-up. Despite your initial frustration, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

There weren’t many people that would come to visit you at 3 in the morning.

You hopped out of bed—fuzzy socks and all—and grabbed your over-sized sweater off the back of Woong’s rolling-chair, meeting Donghyun in front of your building. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, he was panting like crazy and he had a piece of crumpled up paper held loosely in his grip.

He looked up at you with relief in his eyes. “You’re here,” he breathed, creating a puff of heat in the chilly air. His eyes smiled before his lips did. “You came out.”

You crossed your arms, furrowing your brows. “Well, duh,” you said, looking down at him from the top of the steep incline of stairs. “You scared the crap out of me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to catch his breathe with the stinging air. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he said.

You furrowed your brows. “Did you run here?” you asked. “Where’s your coat?”

He looked down at himself, as if just noticing the lacking article of clothing. “Oh,” he said. “Guess I forgot it. I just—” He was cut off by a sneeze.

You sighed. How could he come out in this weather in short sleeves? “Hold on a sec,” you said, starting to walk down the steps. You pulled the sweater over your head, offering it to him when you got to the bottom. “Put it on,” you said, having a sneaking suspicion that baby-blue would look great on him.

He shook his head, eyes wide. “No way! It’s freezing—I’m not gonna take that from you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Kim Donghyun,” you said, voice lowering an octave. He froze on the spot, staring at you with that ‘yes, ma’am?’ kind of look. “Take the damn hoodie.”

He reached for it tentatively. “Thanks,” he said with a small voice. He took to gently and pulled it over his head, mussing up his hair and making it stick out in funny directions.

You chuckled. “Cutie,” you teased, flattening his hair back out. You couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks darkened in color; not even the dim lighting could hide it. You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

“So...” you said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “What brings you here at 3AM? You know that Woong’s asleep, right?”

His hand clenched a little tighter around the paper in his hand, making an audible crackle. “I know that,” he said quietly. “That guy goes to bed at 11 on the dot, even if he has to study for a test.” He nibbled his bottom lip thoughtfully, not meeting your eyes for a minute. “I came for you,” he finally said.

Your breath caught in your throat.

There he was.

Kim Donghyun.

One of your best friends.

He was wearing your sweater, his chest was still heaving from his run over, his cheeks, nose and ears were painted with red, and his eyes were glossy with an emotion you couldn’t quite read. For whatever reason, he looked really attractive like this—standing in front of you looking so... Real.

He was like a picture, unedited and unfiltered. Absolutely candid, and in a way, it was somewhat touching that he was your 3AM rendezvous. It felt special.

“Oh, yeah?” you said, shifting your weight a little. This feeling... It was odd. “What’d you have to say?” you asked.

He took a deep breath, looking like he was trying to hold something back. An emotion, an action—it didn’t matter what it was. It was something he didn’t want to show. “It’s more like...” His voice gave out a little, his eyes watering.

You felt concern build in your chest. You’d never seen him like this.

You took a step froward resting a hand on his shoulder. You rubbed it up and down his arm in a soothing fashion. “Take your time,” you whispered. “I’m here for you.”

That seemed to strike a chord within him, snapping the rope inside of him that was restraining his emotions. In a fit of tears and a bitten back sob, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. “I’m hurting a lot right now,” he yelled out into the night-air, hiccuping over his words.

He didn’t care if he woke up Woong. He didn’t care if he woke up your entire building. Maybe he didn’t even care if he woke up the whole world. He continued on, “It hurts so much because of the things I can’t say. Because of the things I’m really scared to say.”

You felt your heart racing, feeling his hot tears land in your hair; some on your shoulder. You rubbed his back, trying anything to get him to calm down. “I don’t understand,” you said gently. “I’m gonna try, though.”

You pulled him over to the stairs, gently dragging him down to sit with you. “Tell me what’s going on,” you said.

He chuckled a little and wiped his eyes, voice still shaky. “You know,” he started, “I don’t even really know why I’m crying,” he admitted. “Is this what a period feels like?”

You snorted under your breath. “A little bit, yeah,” you said, nodding. “What—do you have cramps, too?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said. He pointed to his chest, tapping it a few times in that same rhythm that he usually did. “In here.” He sighed a little, letting his shoulders slump. “You know, I realized something today,” he said.

“And what’s that?” you asked.

His left hand slowly inched closer and closer to yours, but you didn’t notice, too caught up in trying to read his expression. “When you were staring at me earlier and complimenting me...” he started. “I realized that I don’t regret one second that I spent coming over here instead of studying for tests.”

He continued, “At first, I just started coming over ‘cause school was stressing me out, and I thought that Woongie would cheer me up.” He smiled a little, staring up at the starless sky. “But then I met his cute, funny and smart roommate.”

Your cheeks heated up.

“I wanted to come over more often so I could get to know her better.” He shifted nervously, moving away by half a centimeter or two. “You better. Get to know you better,” he clarified softly. “I started coming up with all these dumb reasons to visit you guys, just so I could see you more often.”

He met your eyes again, but with a shy hesitation. “I realized today that I more than just ‘like’ you. I think I...” He grumbled something under his breath along the lines of, ‘I don’t wanna say it out-loud, ‘cause it’s embarrassing’.

He huffed, blowing a loose piece of bangs out of his eyes. “I think I really like you,” he settled on, hoping it would get his feelings across. Slowly, he unfolded the crumpled up piece of paper in his hand.

He chuckled nervously. “I even wrote an entire freakin’ song about you, and I was gonna play it for you when I got over here, but like an idiot, I forgot my guitar at home, so I guess that plan died young—”

You cut him off with a hug that sucked the air from his lungs. “How about you sing it to me on our anniversary?” you offered.

Why did you decide to fall into his arms? You weren’t exactly sure.

Maybe it was because he gave off the same warm and romantic vibe that the Prince Charming from your dreams did. Maybe it was him, and you just didn’t realize it.

There was a long, drawn out silence.

Finally, Donghyun’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer. “If you’re up for it,” he started, a smile in his voice, “that sounds like a really good idea.”

Here you go, 1102! I hope this can help you finish your 2019 off on a high-note. 😉 Donghyun is such a lovebug and I hope people give him a lot of hugs. ;-; And like... Comforting + gentle collarbone kisses. I don’t know. I just feel like he’d be into that. I’m gonna shut up now.

Love ya, as always! Stay safe and healthy!

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Litklœði

TITLE: Litklœði

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 5/6 AUTHOR: Goldtrimmedspectacle ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that Loki and you have been friends for years. Granted, he’s had his rough patches as you have had yours, but your friendship has been a reoccuring factor through the lasting centuries. However, something hasn’t been right recently. Your chest constantly aches and you keep coughing up petals - sometimes whole flowers. Loki seems none of the wiser but you just can’t hide the ongrowing illness. Surely it has no correlation with your love for the dark prince of Asgard.

RATING: M (eventual) NOTES/WARNINGS: ANGST and happy ending!

Earlier updates on AO3.

Vines dug and scrapped at your lungs, filling your throat with wide petals and leaves, the sweet stench of flowery fragrance and dried blood filled the room. Your body twisting and wheezing under the invisible pressure.

So much pain.

You whimpered under the stabbing sensations filling your chest, stuttered wheezes escaping your lungs and dissolving into the silence.

Soft shushing.

A sweet kiss pressed to your forehead.

You turned towards the hand, eyes squeezed shut with pain, and breathed out softly, “Loki.” The thankfulness ingrained in your words and dripping from the relief that gripped your aching body.

The person sighed and their hand traced your chin.

“No, my sweet. I am not the one you want. Go back to sleep. He will be here when you next awake.”

You nodded, familiar with the voice and trusting their words. A soft hum filled the room as another kiss was placed upon your brow and their head rested against your own, hands tracing your neck with maternal intent, and they smiled against your cheek.

“Sleep, my dear. All will be well. Trust my words.”

And a haze filled your being.

Frigga pulled away as your head lolled once more, falling back onto the cotton pillow where it previously lay. Your eyes fluttered at the odd sensation as the golden seiðr began to diminish from your cheeks, its lines of light trailing from your temples down to your chest, where the flowers lay in wait.

Frigga sat there a while longer, watching your innocent form sleep blissfully unaware of Asgard’s current events and its political standoff against Vanaheimr. And especially oblivious to the state that you had pushed her younger son in to, where he dismissed care and refused to display his emotions, even to herself, whilst avoiding all men like the plague.

Her visions were never wrong, but they had never been so vague as to not foresee such dire consequences, even if they had been so early in their prophecies. And granted, the Allmother loved her husband with every piece of her heart, but his need for power and desire for protection sometimes corrupted all thoughts of happiness for his own children, and sometimes for himself.

Men. The epitome of fools. So blind in their love for others, they became blind to their most beloved.

It had not been easy to retreat on Odin’s promise to the Vanir kingdom. His words of betrothal, all without the consent of his son or forewarning, were outstandingly thoughtless. And to not have sought out counsel with Frigga? Completely and utterly blind.

As much of a good ruler the Allfather appeared, his actions and political decisions having always been wise, but solely through the counsel of his wife and royal advisors. Especially before she had come along.

Frigga was glad that the Princess Catriona had not been so unforgiving in their broken promise, her eyes wavering with caution and slight fear when they laid upon Loki’s frail figure, and had broken off the engagement without much thought beyond her own self-comfort and her kingdom. However, her advisor had been the most difficult to deal with and had it not been for Loki’s sullen mood and flared temper, the engagement may have ensued.

Frigga could not prevent her son’s doings when she, herself, could not calculate his actions in such a volatile state.

The advisor was lucky that Loki was unwell, otherwise Frigga was sure that his dagger would have landed in his chest rather than next to his head.

Not the most political actions, yes, but effective in its release.

She smiled bitterly and squeezed your hand, aware that you would not be capable in returning the favour.

It had always been you.

Odin was a fool to see otherwise.

The door’s latch unlocked and in trailed her remaining ladies-in-waiting. Each carrying a bouquet of flowers or food, but all holding a look of fear and upset upon their features. Her second youngest, Maarit, was the worst off – eyes filled with ever-falling tears and her cheeks red with hollow cries.

“Hello dears.”

They nodded in respect and placed their presents at your bedside.

Ona said a soft prayer and traced her open palm down your nose. The others bowed their heads and so did Frigga.

“Do we know how long she has suffered this ailment?” Maarit asked into the open room, eyes trained on your sick form and beginning to brim with tears once more. “I had noticed something was wrong, however I did not ask upon what her ailment was. I believed that when she was ready to speak, she would. Or she would have mentioned it to the prince.” She paused and turned to Frigga, “Why did she not?”

The question lay heavy with its own answer.

“We already know why, my dear.”

The ladies nodded and their grief darkened the atmosphere once more.

“Does he not love her in turn?” Maarit asked once more, the tears beginning to spill and her voice catching at the end of said sentence.

“You know that also, Maarit.” She nodded and wiped the tears away.

The silence stayed for the remainder of their stay, all watching your pained body with empathy and all hoping that what had just occurred was a mere figment of their imaginations.

“How has the prince reacted to the news?” Ona spoke up, turning towards the Queen with her steadfast expression. Ever dramatic as she was.

“Loki is not well. He has barely left his room since the spring cotillion,” Frigga brushed her dress down and began to follow her ladies out of the room. “Food is unappealing and company is frowned upon. He did not react well to Vanaheimr’s royal advisor the day before yesterday and threw a knife at his head. And Thor has spoken of my son’s general disposition in public and private.” She frowned. “I have noticed that Loki is despondent in public, but it has grown much worse in the passing days. And in private? There is not a moment when he is not weeping for his beloved or laden heavy with guilt. Thor has been forced to make Loki eat on some days.”

She looked back at the bed.

“It has barely been a half turn of the moon and I have never seen my son in such a state.” The door closed and with its click, you dozed on, completely unaware of the conversation which had just ensued.

“Is the prince to see her when she wakes?”

Frigga nodded and smiled, albeit with a slightly pained grace.

“I hope so. He is always so aware except for himself. I know that what ails him is not his bedridden companion, but what it means for their friendship and her future. My son is both selfless and selfish in his desires for our lady’s recovery.”

“I hope all ends well,” Maarit spoke in a hushed tone. “I hope they end up happy.”

Frigga did not reply, but it did not erase her agreement at her lady’s words.

“As do I, sweet one. As do I.”

“Brother, please, open the door. I have news for you,” Thor begged from the hall outside of his brother’s apartment. His hands were empty and his clothes were of a more relaxed attire, having skipped his training regime for Loki’s needs and his heartbroken state, but his heart lay heavy under the pretence of Loki’s distress.

The door opened and in Loki’s place stood the frail image of a broken man, his eyes rimmed a dark red with blackened skin gathered under his eyelashes. The composed and snarky prince of Asgard had been reduced into a mess of anxiety and delirious want.

Thor knew the feeling.

“Brother, have you eaten the pallet I gifted you last night?”

Loki stared at him, eyes glazed and vacant. They twitched and glanced back at the full tray on his lounge table.

Thor faltered and cautiously placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Loki flinched.

“Loki, please, you need to eat something.” Thor allowed himself into the apartment whilst directing his brother onto a gold-accented chair. “Think of our dear blóm – “

Loki whipped around and growled.

“She is not yours! She belongs to no one! She is not anyone’s but mi – “ his voice faltered, body seizing up, and fell silent once more. The fire which had gathered in his stomach was diminished without a moment’s notice.

“I know, Loki. I would be a fool not to,” Thor eased him back down and gifted the younger prince a piece of fruit. “For each food you eat, the more I will tell you about your lady’s recovery. Is that a fair deal?”

Loki glared, annoyed at such a poorly strategized bargaining chip, and nodded. He ate the fruit with little refusal.

“She is well now – her flowers have reduced whilst in mother’s seiðr-induced coma, however she is not cured, as you well know.” Loki finished the first fruit and began his next. “Mother has been checking on her daily and your lady has gained some of her weight back, thanks to the biometric nutrients which has been fuelled into her body.” Another fruit was swallowed. “Her conscious state is still in a considerable amount of pain but it is better than at the beginning, however mother believes she can feel your absence. Even in her sleep.” Loki paused and his stoic façade was forced to cover the pain in his heart. He bit into a piece of bread. “She woke this morning but has been in and out of consciousness from the pain and unforeseen circumstance. Mother believes you will be able to visit later this afternoon, that is if you wash and sleep beforehand.”

“I cannot see her now?”

Loki swallowed a slice of meat, ever placid in his monitored behaviour.

“She is asleep right now, or she may be waking up, but mother says it will take a few hours until the seiðr is fully drained from her system and she will be able to understand the full circumstance in which she has landed herself in.”

A flash of defence flared in Loki’s eyes.

“It was not of her accord. It is whatever man that has forced her into such a position.”

Thor backtracked.

“Of course, brother. We both know that Lady blóm is incredibly intelligent, but that is not the point I am making. What I meant to say is that once your lady has woken, you are free to visit and help until the situation can be eradicated. However, it is both wise and sensible to see to your own health until you seek to assist another’s.”

He hummed.

“Loki,” Thor began softly, “Understand that the lady – she is not well. Mother does not think she will survive the next – “

Loki ate the last cutlet of meat and grunted. He rose and turned to retreat into his bedroom, barely sparing his brother a glance as the door swung shut and Thor was forced into his own silence. Waiting and hoping for another sign of life from his melancholic brother.

The sound of running water came from his brother’s room and Thor winced, ashamed at his fabricated lie.

“Remember to wear your best vest, Loki!”

He could only hope that all would end well.

Light tapping woke you from the uneasy sleep which plagued your body.

Your joints moaned and creaked from the two weeks of rest, chest stabbing thorn after thorn into your lungs with each breath, and your mind blurry and weak from the unfortunate events which had occurred at the spring cotillion.

How cruel fate was.

You slid up the bed and opened your eyes, temporarily blinded by the sun as its rays filtered through thin curtains and filled up the room.

The tapping ceased.

“Blóm.”

You turned and met the man’s green eyes, who sat watching your actions like a hawk – book in hand and a pencil tapping at your bedstand.

Tears sprung to your eyes – shame and regret gripping your being.

“Loki.”

His arms engulfed you and the book fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap of folded pages and scribbled notes. Little was noticed as your body slot perfectly with his own. Loki’s comfort and scent flooded your senses and the pain worsened momentarily, but you refused to pull away from the arms which had forced you into such a frail condition.

Loki pulled away before you could retreat back into the cocooned sheets.

“You are foolish and entirely conceited.” The prince snarled at your bedside and grabbed your hand, clenching it tighter and encasing the skin wholly with his large palm. “How dare you hide something so dire from the palace staff. From Eir and the healers. From my mother and the other ladies-in-waiting. From me,” his voice broke and you watched, tears building as Loki stared at you, pained and bitter.

The consequences of your actions had hit when the Allmother had awoken you, feeding you a bowl of porridge and remaining oddly silent. Her eyes had met yours, sad and all-too-familiar, and you had collapsed into sobs. Solely comforted by her maternal instincts and her motherly shushing, rocking your body back and forth until the sniffing had stopped and all tears had dried.

You felt numb, watching as your best friend crumpled under the realisation of your fate. You had become accustomed to the concept of your death but Loki had not. And as the aching reminder of violets sat cruelly in your lungs, the tears you shed were not for yourself, but for the man holding your hand – even in your last moments.

Much like he did when you were children.

“Are you so ashamed of your condition that you would seek no alternative for your ailment other than death? Ashamed of loving someone so purely that you would leave your friends and family to grieve their negligence and the loss of your presence. Are you so foolish to believe that death would be better than the loss of one’s love?” The grief that crept in to Loki’s words slanted you with their cutting edge, laden with burden and sitting heavy upon the flowers of your chest.

You were glad that the main healer had settled you in one of the more secluded healing chambers. No one would be able to hear yours nor Loki’s cries.

“Loki please, you do not understand.” You wiped the last of your sleep away. “I cannot do that to him – “

His lips curled into a snarl.

“But you would do that to me.”

It was only now did you realise the straggled state in which the prince appeared. His lips were chapped and his skin, albeit freshly washed and clean, was sunken and held a paler pallor compared to earlier days. Even Loki’s hair, which he held such great pride and vanity for, was bunched up in dry and messy bun rather than its ebony waves. His face seemed equal in its dry state, the skin around his eyes cracked by tears shed for your pain, and his cheekbones appearing extremely daunting and tight through his skin.

Your breath heightened to a wheeze; the pain of your betrayal accompanied by the pain of vines ripping your body apart. It was the tight grasp of Loki’s hand upon yours which kept you grounded, however his wet eyes did little to gift your slights with compassion.

“The tale of Hanahuki. When one loves another and that love remains unrequited, the fallen flower has either of three options.” Loki’s broken voice wavered as his thumb traced the indents of your fingers. The words were so familiar yet never boring. “The maiden, sire or other can die, accepting their death with pained petal-cased gasps. However, they may otherwise confess their feelings and hope that the object of their affections loves them in turn. If not, they are destined to die a much harsher and painful death – or the fallen flower can rid of their feelings through seiðr. Expelling such emotions and attachments to their unrequited lover before the flowers suffocate them.”

“Yes,” your voice cracked, “but in removing the feelings of love, all other traces of companionship and adoration are erased from the person. It is like they never held a connection to their loved one – that they never knew the touch or smell of the other, even if they were to meet once more. Just like your mother said when were we small and young.”

Loki smiled at the memory, but his eyes sat hollow on his features, and his lips seemed to form a pained grimace than a symbol of joy.

Your heart lurched at the concept of banishing the friendship and love for this man. All for the sake of your life, which may or may never be happy after losing such a close loved one and never remembering why.

“And you would rather die than abandon such connections,” Loki asked, low and angered.

“I would rather die a million deaths and know that the man I adore has loved me and I loved him, even if our forms of love do not match and our statuses would never be accepted.” You entwined your fingers with Loki’s. “It is a pity that platonic love cannot placate the curse of Hanahaki.”

The lost hope that was contained in Loki’s eyes broke your resolve and you hiccupped a small sob, a pained smile forced upon your lips – hoping that in your last hours Loki would perceive you as happy and content in his presence.

“Did your mother tell you about my condition?”

Loki swallowed and his lip curled into a wavering frown, his adam’s apple bobbing with the oncoming tears and overpowering emotion.

“You have little time left.”

“How much, Loki?”

He refused to meet your eyes.

“A week at the most, a day at the least.”

You felt a sob rack your body. It felt so real when the words fell from his mouth, but at least you were happy to be blessed with Loki’s presence although it made the situation all the harder on your soul.

“I want you to remember that I adore you, you mischievous God. Never has a woman had such a friend as you, Loki Odinson. I envy your next partner in chaos whence I am gone from Asgard.”

“Do not – “ his voice tightened and the glossed sheen fell from his eyes. Tears dripped down the dark prince’s cheeks, falling down the sharp jaw that you had held in teasing gesture or tapped in playful happiness. “Please. Do not speak like that, my dear friend. I cannot fathom Asgard without your radiant presence, sentimental fool.”

The choked air he breathed in was sharp. Barbed in its inhalation.

“Alas, but I cannot stay. Not with my condition,” you smiled pitifully, pausing when a cough racked your body, pressing Loki’s hand upon your chest. He silenced as the steady thump of blood filtered through your body, over and over again in a cycle of life. Two small petals fell from your lips and he wiped the splattered flowers from your features. “But you can stay,” you breathed out and raised his hand to your lips, “And you can enjoy life.”

Your eyes searched the green depth of his own desperately, trying to convey the emotion which grasped you so tightly.

“So, I beg you to make the most of your enjoyment among the living. Perhaps Valhalla will accept me or I shall return in another form elsewhere in the realms, and we may meet once more in another life or amongst the Valkyries. I hear Midgardr is beautiful this time of year,” you joked. “Maybe I will meet Thor’s mysterious lady?”

The hand upon your chest tightened and Loki slipped forward, running his fingers over your frail body with a rare gentleness - all which was reserved for you. His nose was buried in your neck and you rubbed the leather on his shoulders, all whilst your dearest friend wept openly into your skin, his voice jagged with agony and releasing the cracked sobs of a man lost.

The silence was betrayed by his whisper. “Tell me who it is,” Loki begged as more tears wet your bedsheets, ignoring your jest in times of sorrow. “Tell me who it is so that I may make him pay. It is unjust that you should die for a fool’s mistake.”

You gripped him back.

“I cannot and I will not let him carry the burden of my death when he cannot have prevented it.”

The God ripped himself away, eyes slanted and burning with hatred – whether that was for your actions or for himself. It was uncommon for Loki to feel inferior or at a loss of what to do.

“You do not deserve this. By Odin, woman! You are as stubborn as you are foolish. Wouldn’t you rather live out the rest of your life amidst the palace walls and in my company, rather than pine over a man so unworthy of your attention that I have never seen such a person in your inner-circle.” His voice came out rough and pleading.

“Loki - !”

You went to retaliate but another series of coughs ripped from your lungs, preventing a reply to Loki’s outburst. It was with Loki’s dedication and crumbling hope that he wiped the petals from your mouth and washed away the blood splashed upon your lips.

His tears had grown heavier.

“I have been so foolish. I should have been able to detect the symptoms when you first fell for him. I could have prevented this occurrence. By Odin, why do you refuse my help? A chance of a longer life?”

You smiled and slowly tugged Loki forward, resting your forehead against his own and watching his pupils dilate through the tears.

“Why ever not? It is a heart’s job to yearn and adore, but it is a mind’s job to rationalise and seek realism. I cannot help if my heart and mind want opposite things.”

Loki pressed his nose against yours in an effort of half-hearted comfort, “But why someone who could not love you? Could it not have been an admirer of yours? Or could not that foul prince from Innangard, whose eyes did not waver from you at the Cotillion ball last summer, have fallen with this ailment. It would have been delightful to watch him suffocate in retaliation for his vile actions towards you and the other young maidens at the event.”

His breathing grew heavy again and the salty tears mixed with your own.

“You are so young, my dear. So young and so loved. How I would do anything to have you live another hundred years by my side. For our positions to be swapped. You offer far more to the kingdom of Asgard than I ever could, and it would lighten my soul to see you well and standing at my side once more.”

You laughed lowly as the tears continued to flow.

“Indeed. I remember quite distinctly that the last time I stood by your side for a formal event, I lost my footing because someone decided to step on my dress – may I say purposefully – and he chose to then sweep me into his arms, claiming to have saved me from a demise that were his misplaced steps.”

A shared look of warmth flooded Loki’s features.

“You looked stunning in the green dress Mother picked out,” the prince reminisced softly, “What ever was I to do but carry you away from the ballroom and undesirable suitors? Surely, it was in yours and my best interest to stash you way for my attention only.” He kissed the heel of your hand and smiled sweetly, features alight with past embraces and laughter.

“How I would love to see you in my colours once more.”

Your smile weakened.

“You will have a wife one day and she shall wear your colours every day, my dearest friend. Fret not, for there are many others who would suit green more than I.”

Loki’s eyes locked with your own and the teasing atmosphere vanished. The sorrow of your words lay heavy in the air and Loki whimpered softly, pressing down the harsh sobs that had begun to rack his chest once more.

“I would rather have you wear my colours than any other woman in the nine realms,” he whispered and looked at you through thick eyelashes, “But it was not in the fates plans for you to do so.” His fingers stroked another tear from your cheek.

“What I would do to reverse time and have you fall for me instead.”

You choked as another sob brought up a heavy mass of purple and green petals.

Loki sat patiently as the petals continued to fall and blood was smeared over your clothes, the bedsheets and his hands. He repeated the process of cleaning and dusting the petals away every few coughs until finally, you breathing eased and the blood was removed from your bare skin.

His profile stood so regal in the shadows of the sun.

“Say it again.”

Loki paused in his ministrations.

“What?”

“Say that you would have rather had me fall for you,” the words begged as your body shook from the extent of heart-inflicted damage laying waste upon your lungs. “Say that you would have rather made me your wife than have me in this bed, so weak and frail.”

Your mouth leaked more blood, which Loki wiped away dutifully.

“Say that you would have loved me eventually.”

He paused and dropped the cloth.

Your name was breathed between Loki’s lip and his hands held your face, eyes searching yours frantically as tears glimmered in the whites, lips curled into a teary frown. He nodded in defeat and propped his head against your own as the tears began to fall again.

“Dear one,” he shuddered out, and you wept silently. “I would have adored you for all the realm to see.”

“No one would have ever passed us without the evidence of my love whispered to you in soft ballads, poetry and language of the heart. The whole of Asgard would have seen us and said ‘how I wish for a love so pure and wonderful than that of the prince and his bride’,’ Loki whispered and rocked your body against his own.

“There would never have been a day where I did not carry you to our chambers each night, hoping to hold your comforting body against mine. The servants would watch us with adoration whilst the noble men and women would glare at us with envy. There would be no one who could doubt my affections for you, and if they did, I would woo you with every romantic means possible until the whole of the nine realms understood the depths of my affections towards you.”

Loki nudged his face closer.

“You would want for nothing and I would greet you each morning with a kiss. And every evening we would both dress in green and I would walk you to the dining chambers where we would tease and jest with one another until dark. Then after dinner we would read and talk of our future together. Talk of marriage, of children and of my disdain for Thor and his friends.”

Your eyes blurred with the thick tears that wet your cheeks and gifted the dark prince a laugh to his joke.

“Our children?”

Loki smiled impishly through his tears.

“Yes, our children. I would hope three or four, but I imagine two would be enough if they inherited my seiðr and your influence.”

You bit back the overflowing tears.

“What would we name them?”

Loki’s eyes welled with tears and he stifled a sob, hiding his face from view as he raked his hand through your hair.

He raised his head and met your eyes.

“Why don’t you allow the healers to remove the flowers from your chest and then you could live and bear those children yourself - rather than leave them in a dream whilst you lie dead on the healer’s beds.” His hands trembled on your cheeks, eyes so soft and vulnerable in that moment. “Why don’t you live and I could woo you? I could make you mine and you could make me yours. Then we could have those children together and name them whence the time comes.” He sobbed pathetically as you trembled – the pain stemming from the on-growing cluster of petals in your chest, charged by your desire and want of an unattainable future.

Controlled by your unadulterated adoration for the man by your side.

“Please, I could want no less.” You whimpered. “But I cannot. My affliction cannot be changed, Loki. I am a lost cause.”

The dark prince paused in his weeping, eyes still red and gleaming, and his grip tightened.

“But it would. The pain would be removed and I could woo you to love me.” The desperation hung heavy on his tongue. “To see me like you see another. Anything to have you here beside me.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears and shook your head, “It would not, Loki. I am sorry.”

The tears fell from your eyes once more, hoping that the prince would ignore the depths of your words and allow you peace in these last few hours. Hoping Loki would just stay and hold your hand as you stared at his charming face and the flowers overtook your system. Hoping he would allow you the peace in dying with your unrequited love by your side.

You turned and met the glistening green that formed his irises.

He whispered your name.

“Why would it not work?” The manner of his tone was light and held an air of desperation, passing completely undetected by your shame and fear of Loki’s rejection.

“Loki, please.”

The prince met your eyes again, resolve steeled and stubborn. His demeanour changed from soft and broken into something purely anger-driven and dripping with anguish.

“Say it.”

“Loki – “

His face scrunched into a scowl and the words seethed from his lips, “Say it or I swear on Hel that I shall join you in Valhalla more quickly than you would prefer.” The contrast of his words to the tender touch upon your cheeks went unnoticed as the air stilled.

You gasped.

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

His eyes met yours and softened from their harsh glare.

“Just tell me.” He pleaded.

“And what if I do?” You snapped, overwhelmed and tired. “What would it do? All my words would fall flat. Nothing can prevent the inevitable, Loki.” You wheezed and another petal fell onto the sheets. “I could think of nothing worse to confess whilst I die.”

Your name passed from his lips once more and your resolve fell flat.

Bittersweet tears fell.

“For I know that you could never – “ A hiccup. “You could never love me as I have loved you.”

Silence.

Your lips trembled at their confession and your arms cocooned yourself in a wall of safety.

Shock.

Realisation.

Anger.

A snarl erupted from the dark prince as the words registered and Loki moved suddenly, gripping your hair tightly and tugging you into an upright position. Eyes level and noses touching. The heavy breathes he released met yours in equal equilibrium and the tears that once flooded your features dried to salted crystals. His eyes seemed to swallow you whole with their intensity.

“It is me.”

You refused to reply.

“I caused this and you refused to tell me out of fear of rejection?!” The silence swallowed you whole. “And you dare claim,” the God panted like an animal, “that I have never loved you. That I would not die for you?!”

His roar welcomed an unsettled silence as Loki’s last words ricocheted off the surrounding walls.

“Are you so dim-witted to believe that I do not love you, my dearest friend? My ástvinur? The woman who has been my closest companion for years,” his angered tone began to elevate into a distressed wail, “The person who I have voiced all my deepest desires and fears to for years. Who I whispered secrets to every night before we fell asleep as children and those rare evenings as adults, where we hid in the darkest swells of the library? Did you think they meant nothing to me – that – that I was incapable of calling you mine when I never let my eyes wander elsewhere? That my heart has not resided with you since we were barely teenagers?”

His voice echoed with the insecurity of his past and heritage.

“It should have been me. I was surprised to have never developed flowers but I suppose it is the curse of a Jötunn. But to have you hiding chest flowers – violets. Our flower.”

“Loki – “

“No!” His snarled deepened. “You are not allowed to cut me off, blóm. Not now – not ever. We are having a serious discussion and I will not allow you to cause my attention to stray, especially when it concerns your physical and mental health.” Loki shifted and cradled you against his chest, inhaling your scent as warmth encompassed your beings.

“Who sat by your side during the dragon pox plague? Even though mother insisted on separating us, especially as neither you nor I had received the vaccine. And who waltzed with you every night leading up to your first ball, all so you could impress my brother and his loathsome friends?” His words spat and curled in your chest, forming the clawed fingers of an ill-used dagger. “And who insisted on your beauty each time your eyes fell upon a poorly lit mirror? When you were tired or racked with fears. By Odi - !”

“Loki, please.” The plea fell quietly from your lips, accompanied by the painful shocks of vines encasing your chest cavity – the purple petals proceeding to land on your bottom lip. “It will only make this worse.”

The prince’s hand tightened in your hair and he shoved himself closer.

“How dare you never speak of your ailment, especially when I was the cause.” His voice had begun to break. “Were you ashamed to have fallen in love with a frost giant? An estranged prince of Jötunheimr. Or was your pride too swelled to accept the fate that had been bestowed upon you – taunting me with false ideals of a life that you claim to want but are too selfish to take.”

Guilt joined the painful jolts of flowers.

“I do want it – I want you. I have since we were merely teenagers, barely scrapping seven-hundred,” you begged and nursed the sharp lines of Loki’s face. “And I assure you, nothing changed when your true heritage came to the light. But we cannot, Loki. It is one thing to be your best friend but it is wholly different to be your lover! We would never be accepted by polite society and I would damage your reputation more than I already have.” The pain of the flowers caused you to pull away and retch the god-awful petals from your system as Loki sat by your side.

His hand remained steady on your back.

“And what? You believe that your position as my mother’s lady-in-waiting immediately diminishes our hopes of happiness and marriage. That your years of advanced tutoring and close relations to the princes of Asgard did not hint at other opportunities rather than my mother’s ward?” His husked voice taunted you, anger still flooding the prince’s system but overcome by remorse as more petals fell from your lips.

“I have pined and wished and begged for your attention for centuries,” he whispered and settled a hand on your chest, wishing away the blossoms that resided in your lungs as his tears fell once more. “During my younger years, you were all I could think about. Your presence filled my dreams and captured my attention in thoughts that were not of my own will, but my heart’s.”

“I have adored you since we were children and I fear I will adore you forever, blóm. Wherever you go, I will be quick to follow,” he whispered and your eyes filled with tears which were reciprocated in Loki’s deep green irises. “Whether that is Hel, Asgardr or Vanir. So please, say you love me. Let me kiss you and proclaim my love so that your body may heal. Let the healers aid you – let me court you properly and we shall wed during the summer when the apples are ripe and the flowers are in full bloom, just like you have always wished. I will even allow Thor to attend.”

“Your father – “

“Forgotten. The damned engagement? Broken. It is never to be mentioned again. I had not consented at the time of the announcement and I will not consent now or ever. In the end, Odin is forgotten. His opinion is unnecessary and unwanted. But know that my mother and Thor would want nothing more than for you to live and bless our lives. Bless mine.” The prince grasped you tighter and shook, breathing in hard and broken gasps through the waves of heartbroken pain. “Bless me with your presence every morning and every night. Bless me with the honour of your first dance at every ball and your first kiss each day. Bless me with your hand in mine when we take our vows and I claim you as my wife and eternal lover. Bless me with the children we always dreamed about, even if those specific dreams were kept quiet from one another.”

“You are my darling. My kærasta. My beloved. I have never strayed from your side in our lives and I have vowed to protect you with every fibre of my being, such was the promise when were children. So, please. Please just say you love me so that you can be cured. None of this absurd fear of disapproval from my parents or from society. We could go live wherever you like, as long as you just accept my love and take my being as yours. Any doubt of my dedication – my adoration for you – I will diminish with every step I take with you by my side.”

“I am so entirely and deeply in love with you. And I know that I could never love another as I have loved you. No other Asgardian. No Jötunn. No Midgardian. No elf. No one but you. So please, just say you love me and allow me the reprieve of kissing your aching lips. To still those growing flowers and have them shrivel up and die. To let you live.”

“Loki.”

His eyes begged you – pleaded for your attention and love. For your life and fate. For your future and his.

Tears swelled once more.

The suffocation of flowers was nothing compared to the suffocation of your love for him.

“I love you.” Loki’s eyes met yours firmly and the words fell from his lip like a prayer. “I love you now and I will love you forever more. Those cruel flowers can curse themselves from existence because this love – it is not unrequited. I adore you. I love you. My existence is nothing without you by my side. Whilst I would not cease to be if you died, I would cease to live. Nothing would be worth my time besides seeking out your body to hold once more and joining you in whichever realm you may return in.”

He leant against your forehead.

“Please.”

“Loki.”

The silence no longer felt suffocating as you gripped your object of affection.

“Kiss me.” You whispered the plead softly and watched as realisation sunk into the prince’s features. “Please. Please. Please, just kiss me. Make it stop. Marry me. Love me. Have me bear your children. Have me as your wife to love and to hold. Never leave me whilst I live. Please, Loki. My love. My darling. The man who has been mine for the past seven hundred years. You’re right,” you laughed pathetically, “You are always right. So, by Frigga’s command, kiss me.”

Loki barely allowed you the grace of finishing the sentence.

You were overwhelmed by the heat of the kiss – the coolness of Loki’s skin, the desperation on his lips laden by years of pining and secret glances from between handwritten pages and ballroom dances. The bittersweet taste of salted tears and the sugary relief of finally accepting the entirety of your feelings.

Your hands sunk deep within the rich waves of your beloved’s hair and Loki moaned. His hands had come to rest on the side of your neck and the other squashed between your back and the bedsheets. They refused to remain still as Loki traced the entirety of your being – treating this like the first and last time he would ever touch you. He could not quieten his noises and aimed to elicit the same reactions in turn.

You noticed as the kiss proceeded that there was a sudden ease to your breathing and a comfort which stemmed from laying in Loki’s arms. Your chest ached slightly but nothing like it did moments ago. There was no phantom tickling at the back of your throat and your lungs no longer felt as if they would tear themselves apart. The sinking sensation that often overwhelmed your being when asleep was absent also, and you rejoiced at the gorgeous freedom from your curse.

With this realisation, you tugged harder at Loki’s hair and pulled him onto the bed, failing to hide your amusement when he moaned lavishly and tumbled over his own feet to avoid missing the mattress. There was a slight bounce as Loki made contact with the bed and you failed to hide your relief and desire at the sudden turn of events – turning to lavish his jaw with kisses and drawing him into a deep and heartfelt kiss that left both of you breathless.

Loki looked at you with lidded eyes, both surprised at your dominance but not unhappy, as shown by his self-satisfied smile.

“Better, my love?”

You kissed his cheek. “Always, my prince.”

“Wonderful.” He panted and squeezed your hand, just like he used to do as children. “Again?”

You smiled, tears brimming with joy, and kissed Loki once more, just as he asked.

“I love you, Loki.”

His tears joined yours.

“I love you too, my dear blóm.”

And you smiled.

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