#cffidelityy

[unstablerk800]

Tea and thirium

@cffidelityy

Things didn't go as he planned them, but at least he could say that it was a rather peaceful battle for freedom. Of course, there had been casualties on both sides, but once he arrived with the hundreds of thousands of androids, things were pretty much decided. They were free. They won.

There wasn't time for celebration yet, though. Fighting his own self - #313 248 317 - 60, or just Sixty, for short - left him with a few holes in his chassis. He needed help, and there wasn't time to get a fix at CyberLife tower.

Now that things were calm enough with the humans, information could spread between them as fast as lightning. Which was how Connor had learned that there was a technician nearby; one that decided to go against CyberLife protocol and hid deviated androids in her home while human officers hunted them. Others had informed him that she could also repair androids, if they needed it; and Connor definitely needed it.

His system just started to give him a warning that his thirium levels started to reach a new critical low. Without thirium, he'd shut down, which was the android equivalent of bleeding out and dying. Obviously, he wanted to avoid that. So, as soon as he arrived in front of her home, he knocked a little impatiently on her front door.

"Hurry", he muttered to himself as his LED whirred to yellow, then, to red. "Please. I don't want to die. Not now..."

#cffidelityy #Tea and thirium

[emeraldxphoenix]

@cffidelityy continued from here

Slowly, meticulously, the god’s fingers work at the fastenings of his cape from where he stands across their room. He could remove the whole thing (and more) with a flick of his fingers, but the trickster will rarely turn down the chance to enjoy a little anticipation.

“How could I not?” Emerald fabric flutters to the floor, and Loki sets to work on his vambraces. His eyes never leave hers. “I have been considering my wife’s hair; how beautifully it is braided, how soft it is when I run my fingers through those golden strands.” One strap falls slack. “I have been considering my wife’s neck; the delicious creamy skin, and the elaborate gold chains I wish to adorn it with.”

#look hes got a silvertongue hes absolutely gonna use it to compliment his wife #loki out all day doing princely stuff and coming back to their quarters like this tho #he missed her today 😭 #also he likes gifting stuff sorry sigyn its probably too much sometimes 🤣 #cffidelityy #v: i'm no sweet dream but i'm a hell of a night #also he gonna go through her whole body like this if she lets him

[trust-my-glorious-purpose]

Loki had been cursed for as long as he could remember, there wasn’t a time since he’d been able to form a conscious thought that this curse hadn’t followed him. By day, he was a member of Asgard’s royal family, not that the citizens of Asgard were aware their King and Queen had more than one child. Loki was kept hidden away from the eyes of the public, interacting with a select few who had been entrusted to keep the family’s secret. Every night, he would change into a monstrous form, one that many across the realms knew to fear. Loki knew of his true lineage and that it was important that no one ever see him in that form. He knew terrible things could happen if he were to be discovered. There had been many attempts to break the curse, but none had ever been successful. Despite his strange upbringing, Loki had grown into a fine young man. He was handsome, intelligent, and learned in the ways of magic, combat, and diplomacy.

It came to be that the Queen of Vanaheim was looking for a suitor, one that would solidify her newly claimed position to the throne. Loki had been informed that many suitors had sought her hand and none had yet been successful. His role was to attempt to secure his position at her side to gain a tactical alliance between the realms of Asgard and Vanaheim. He had been assigned a role as a member of the high court of Asgard and that was to be his alias until the time he was able to marry the Queen of Vanaheim or he had to return home by dismissal. Understanding the weight of the task before him, Loki entered into the throne room where Vanaheim’s beautiful Queen sat on her throne. Loki approached the steps, stopping at the bottom and bowing low before her. “Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you.” He stood to face her once more, “I am Loki, of Asgard, and I come as a diplomat of the high courts. They heard you were seeking a suitor and sent me to see if myself or the high courts could aid you until such a time comes that you find the one you are seeking. If it would please your Majesty, it would be an honor for Asgard and myself to serve you in this time of change.”

@cffidelityy

#cffidelityy

[aeterna---amantes]

[YOU NEED TO]: sender offers their blood to receiver.

CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT

Her voice stopped him in his tracks immediately. He half turned to look at her from the corner of his eye - did she really mean that? Was she serious? Did he look this desperate? Weak? Starved?

A split second of hesitation.

Astarion turned around with a broad smile on his face.

"Darling, I thought you'd never ask", he positively purred as he sauntered right back to her. "Let's get comfortable then, shall we?"

#cffidelityy

[tangleweave]

"I said I don't want to talk about it!"

[ Angsty Starters / Accepting ]

Stephen's nostrils flared, his eyes flashing with equal parts confusion and frustration as his gaze swept from Sigyn to the little box in his hand and back. The box was empty, the whereabouts of its contents known only to her.

"Sigyn." He held the box up for emphasis. "It's a pregnancy test. You can't expect me to just not ask you about it. At the very least, let me ask if you're okay, since I know you wouldn't take one of these unless your cycle was out of whack."

Maybe she would open up about the rest of it if he could at least convince her he wasn't her enemy?

#From Inbox to Outbox | answered asks #cffidelityy #sigyn iwaldidöttr #muse: strange #{ from forever ago } #{ sorry this has taken so long! }

[never-surrender]

@cffidelityy \\ Anthony

Seeing people on the side of the road wasn't a new concept for him... he never stopped. Not even for the women that were alone... but this time? When he drives by and recognizes the person in question that was stranded on the side of the road in the middle of fucking nowhere? He can't help but growl at himself, pulling over and backing up the distance he had travelled until he was ass to bumper with her car.

Getting out and slamming his truck door for good measure, Anthony approaches where Sigyn was, lips pressed into a thin line of displeasure as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking to her vehicle. "What's wrong with it?" he asks, his gaze returning to her as he awaits her answer.

#cffidelityy

[domuslux]

@cffidelityy cont. X

Stephen opened his eyes and let his hands rest as the green light from the eye of Agamotto faded. "I'm sorry but... I'm not allowed to say" he tells her with sad eyes "there's this thing about not being allowed to say because of the timeliness and..." he sighs, aware that explanations won't be of much help but maybe his being there might change something.

"What happen here?", Stephen offers.

#cffidelityy #doctor strange #{ ༺ 𝒾𝒸 ༻ in character :: Doctor Strange }

[lamentingwclf]

@cffidelityy ; continued from x

Bucky sees the emotion build, the slight tremble of her lip, and the way the tears stubbornly dance along her lid. He sees it, but he calls no attention to it. Instead, he licks his lips and drops her gaze to give her the privacy to work through it. His question was pointed, arguably cruel, but necessary. Arguably, not the last.

"Tell me you see the issue in that."

#cffidelityy #s : just call my name i'm yours to tame #q. the white wolf rests

[oathwilled]

@cffidelityy  — cont.

"  Fuck,  "  he  replies,  eloquently,  with  a  wheeze  of  a  laugh  that  hurts  too  much  to  continue  for  long.  "  Me’n  the  dirt  are  old  friends,  don’t  worry.  "  Is  he  bleeding?  He  thinks  so;  he  feels  a  little  woozy.  He  squints  up,  either  way.  " ——  if  y’got  it  to  spare,  I  won’t  argue.  "

#;; & still alive despite everything. ( bg3 v. ) #cffidelityy #( he's an idiot i stg )

[unheald]

continued from here with @cffidelityy

"Mhm, if you say so," she speaks as she presses a chaste kiss to the top of his head. Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders as she sits behind him, doing her best to try and be a source of comfort. "Just know that I'm right here if you wanna talk."

" i'm not. " loki insisted, but as he felt the warmth of sigyn's arms move around him, he couldn't help but find himself leaning towards her, lean back towards her affection and comfort. despite all he might say, all he might protest... he did appreciate her, and the support she offered. " not about anything important, at least. "

#cffidelityy #; loki laufeyson #; queued

[unstablerk800]

We are in a maze, lost, and your hand is up my skirt.

Possessive ⭕️

"Is that a complaint?"

Connor's tone was rather playful as he caressed her thigh. Very, very gently. Only the very tips of his fingers touched her skin, and even like this, he could detect her elevating heartbeat and dilating pupils. She liked it.

"After how that man thought he could just..."

Connor paused. He still couldn't figure out how he could remain so calm when it happened. His LED was pulsing with blood red the moment he saw how that drunkard moved his arm around Sigyn. Thankfully, he didn't need to intervene. She was a professional. They both were, but for the first time since he deviated, Connor really, honestly, wanted to act on his anger and punch that man right into the moon.

But Sigyn must've felt that, because she grabbed his hand and they ran right into the maze, turning left and right aimlessly until she ran out of air and stopped, giggling. His LED still circled about in yellow.

"I almost got myself arrested", he huffed, shaking his head, resting his forehead against hers. "And you're worried about the maze? Really, darling."

#cffidelityy

[emeraldxphoenix]

@cffidelityy continued from here

Loki has always tended towards jealousy. Whether by nature or by virtue of being the younger, less-favoured, son is unclear, but what is clear is that being married has somehow only made his possessiveness worse. Not that he ever believes Sigyn would be unfaithful – he knows the thought would never so much as cross his wife’s mind – but the god has been falling in love with her since the night of their wedding ( – slowly at first, now it’s like a damn avalanche – ) and is increasingly determined to hoard her affections and attentions for the rest of their lives.

Weight shifts from one foot to the other, torso still pressed against hers within the alcove the trickster had tugged them into before speaking. “Mine,” he agrees with another growl, head dipping to press his mouth to hers in a demanding kiss, uncaring about the blood from his split lip painting her lips too. Sigyn knows she is his, just as Loki is hers, but from the way Fandral had been staring at her all evening, it seems he had needed reminding. A split lip is a worthwhile price to pay for the sight of a bloodied nose and black eye on the swordsman’s face.

#loki basically went out and punched fandral for staring at her too much #he wouldn't like anyone doing it but with fandral being *fandral* that made it a lot worse #obviously fandral punched back but i think loki won that small fight before thor came and broke it up #blood tw #injury tw #cffidelityy #v: i'm no sweet dream but i'm a hell of a night #also just to make it clear he is not blaming sigyn for this in any way and would never control who she talks to #he just won't take other people doing that kind of thing to her #if that makes sense #scheduled :)

[brooklynbred-a]

"I'm sure someone like you must have quite the story...I mean Asgard...It's interestin."

@cffidelityy gets a one liner !

#i'm just a kid from brooklyn ; main. #cffidelityy

[aeterna---amantes]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

|| Thank you so much, I love you! 🖤🖤🖤

#🗡 out of baldur's gate [ooc] #cffidelityy

[tangleweave]

sorry for calling you so late. (for Eddie)

[ Who We Want / Accepting ]

Eddie blinks owlishly into the darkness over his bed as he changes the grip he has on his phone. For once, his Other had not elected to take his body out on a joyride while he was sleeping. The symbiote hasn't yet been entirely willing to owe thanks to the Asgardian supplements Sigyn's been bringing from her brethren at the colony -- He despises being indebted to anyone, even a lover -- but that He hasn't gone on the hunt tonight is notable to His human bond-mate.

"No, no, it's fine," Eddie replies, using his free hand to rub his eyes. "I, uh… I'm not out. Just at home." He shifts his gaze to the window. Still dark out. He hadn't looked at the time readout on his phone before answering; it had been enough to see it was Sigyn's face illuminating it. "What's the batter, babe?"

#Shall We Begin? | answered prompts #cffidelityy #sigyn iwaldidöttr #muse: eddie brock

[wanderingguest]

+ @cffidelityy​ ( s.c. )

In the face of gods and goddesses, what is Bucky, really? Hell, in the face of humanity he’s not even sure what he is anymore. “You probably don’t want to be here when they come for me,” shoulders shrug a little, “And they always come for me.”

#cffidelityy #( v. a square peg in a round hole ) #( .winter soldier verse ) #( c. bucky barnes ) #( .bbv12 ) #(he's a sad boy ) #( .ic interactions )