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frankenfossil · 8 months

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for the space related asks, ⭐️ & 🛰?

whee!! thank you!

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favourite character? If so, why are they your favourite?

Oh no a very hard question actually... Probably the answer is evidently Emily and Dee since I spend more time thinking and writing about them than any of my other characters. POSSIBLY if I had to choose out of the two of them I'd pick Dee because I am kind of a sucker for a sad sack loser with emotional problems and I deeply enjoy thinking up situations to make him happy and/or traumatised. I also enjoy overthinking his powers and what kinds of things I have to tweak about physics for him to exist with the functions I've given him. (Such as recently I've thought of new objections to the plausibility of time travel but I think I've also thought of a way to resolve them storywise which I personally think is very funny, but if I learn more about physics before it comes up it might change.)

I love Zoe a lot but she is much harder to write and to draw for some reason? I feel like she is clear in my head but never comes out right somehow. It's weird.

I have other characters from other stories that I love too... another favourite who is unrelated to this story is a guardian angel whose first guardee died prior to the story beginning; clearly the angel fucked up a bit with that but gets a second chance, but then is pretty lousy with the second person too!! Trying to push them to fill the shoes of the first person.

Recently I found out that the person who inspired my first 'canon nonbinary' character (I didn't know that was a thing at the time tho) has since come out as for real nonbinary, which obviously makes a lot of sense lol. It was mostly about this one very cool jacket they owned. But that character was a strong fave for a long time... the story was terrible and really problematic lolol but ah well. Probably all the good parts of that character have gone into Dee and Zoe anyway.

I LOVE THEM ALL ;_;

🛰 Satellite - Do you have a character who is very dependent on another character? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

WELL. Again... Emily and Dee are each other's most emotionally intimate relatinship... Dee again is more dependant on Emily than vice versa, and less healthy about it, although I would say it's overall good for them both (but I would say the healthy/unhealthy balance varies over time and may be affected by external factors...).

Zoe is still on the periphery a bit but.............. well there are/will be some dynamics of questionable health there. She doesn't have particularly healthy attachments and is still not exactly over her previous friendship dynamic of being the second best friend of two besties who were shitty to her, and is still kind of stuck in the mode of 'trying to be exactly what the other person wants so they will like me'. Which Emily is not really aware of because she doesn't ever do that. Although the kinds of things Zoe plays up to try to be friends with her probably aren't as bad as what she has done to get OTHER people to like her, and she's relatively confident that Emily isn't going to use any of the stuff she knows against her.

Again, in terms of OTHER characters I have a couple where they are both disabled in various ways but one has more problems with mobility and communication than the other, and also had to be rescued from a kind of slavery by the other, which naturally gives the rescuer some pause for thought about the power dynamic there and whether she's ~taking advantage~ by falling in love with her at the same time (I mean by the time she even gets aware enough of her feelings lolol, gotta sort of pine without realising first!!)... but I'm trying to write that one as pretty healthy tbh, they're just trying to support each other through a difficult world yknow. And anyway the one who used to be a slave deliberately tried to square that debt immediately so it wouldn't be hanging over them both and is now mostly consumed with a quest for revenge lol. But also love.

I am going to.... stop rambling for now lol!!

#ask games #tysm for sending me some!!#sorry for late reply i tried answering on mobile desktop but either tumblr or my phone doesnt work very well #or a team effort to make me unable to type #so had to wait for laptop time #fun fact i looked up codependent because i always thought i knew what it meant but suddenly was like 'what if i've been using it wrong'#and SURE ENOUGH the definitions that came up did uhh... not align with how i thought it was used!!!!#i don't know if people want to hear about my other stories; gappy plotted and unfinished beasts that they are #anything i write outside of a given story text is subject to change #also tbh my 'word of god' doesn't even really count... this is like. my reading of the dynamics and what i'm more or less aiming for but #i'm super interested in how other people read it #they all live in my head full time i don't always have the clearest perspective #like when people were like 'that was a huge dick move for dee to not tell emily that markus liked her'#rly interesting to find out what other people make of their goings on!

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embv · 1 year

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look it’s the low-quality wip concept art for my dsmp canon divergent au

#wooooooo #my art #<- ? i fucking guess?#ctommy's on the uhh left and cdream's on the right #cdream is. very unfinished right now.#there's a chain around ctommy's neck but the problem is that i drew that before i drew cdream's arm #so it's kind of Really covered up #so if this were ever outlined (which it's never gonna be) it'd just look like cdream's holding chains #but whatever #i'm missing ctommy's left arm and cdream's right arm (omg besties)#because i need to take a reference picture for the former and search up a picture of a Heart for the latter :skull:#but yayyy #i posted this because. i felt like it #dywtdt

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coffee-bat · 2 years

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i spend hours cleaning my room and all i get is mineral wool needles covering me like a porcupine. fuck this house

#this is /lh #ramble #my room is in the unfinished upstairs so i don't really have a 'ceiling'#or rather there's bare mineral wool on it (not covered by plasterboard yet)#so it kinda uhh..... sheds. in a powder-y way #so when i was made to clean my room very deeply i was just elbow-deep in the needles 💀#also at some point i had to press my back directly against the wool so that's fun too. i feel like a hedgehog #i've taken 2 showers already and everything still stings fuck this house

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aouiaa · 2 days

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Loser!Ellie Hcs

Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fart noises with her mouth when you bend down to pick up something, and making fun of you for “farting.”

“Ewww, that one was nasty!”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you stand up, looking back to send a death stare her way to which makes her walk over to you, giggling.

“It’s okay, everyone farts.” she says with a cheeky grin.

An eye roll from you further causes Ellie to full on laugh and wrap her arms around your waist, pressing kisses to your neck.

She would be so silly with it too. Finding different ways to comment on you “farting.”

“That’s some narly tooting there, babe.”

“Woof, another left the cannon!” she says, pinching her nose while actually fanning the air to shooing away the smell as if it was real.

“A bomb just dropped, take cover!”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who invites you over to her house when you first started dating to review her concerningly large comic book collection.

“How do you have some many?!” you exclaim, looking over the many boxes filled with comics.

“I had to do some things to acquire such items that I rather not corrupt your mind with.” she says in a rather poor attempt of sounding suspicious and menacing.

“God, you’re such a loser! you laugh, and watch as Ellie immediately drops the act and turns into a big giant tomato.

A little shy “no” leaves her lips to which makes you smile and lean over to kiss her, “It’s okay, you’re my loser.”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who also has a smaller collection of space related books than the rather getting out-of-hand comic collection.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has the deadliest grip over the last chicken while sending a death stare your way when you do that one trend on her to see if she’d grab her phone instead.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s laughing to the point there’s tears in her eyes when she suggested the both of you paint each other. And when revealed, hers was very detailed and while yours…’was insteresting.’ Ellie’s words…

Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fun of people who dress “cringe”, but also wears this.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who write love songs for you in her little journal of hers and even plays them on her guitar. You’ve even caught her once.

Upon walking into your home, you hear muffled talking or singing. Presuming it’s Ellie, you walk into the room to see her with gutiar in hand. Immediately when she sees you she stops what she’s doing and look up, her face turning red.

“Oh—shit, you’re home early…” she says, laughing nervously, settling her guitar aside and greeting you with a hug and kiss as usual.

A little laugh leaves your lips as you return such greeting and ask, “What were you doing?”

She pulls away from the embrace and looks down upon hearing the question. Playing with her pinky and rings finger, she responds, “Oh, ya’ know—just…playing.”

“Just playing? But I heard you singing.”

An audible gulp is heard from the nervous girl as she looks up at you, “I was writing a song.” she finally admits.

A wave of surprise washed over you, “Oh—wow. Can…I hear it?”

“Uhh, maybe later..”

You chuckle and nod, “Alright then, my little musician. You can work on!” you quip.

A nervous smile presents itself on Ellie’s lips, “Shut up.”

Loser! Ellie who does let you listen to the song, but is stuttering and messing up the whole time!—Poor girl, you make her nervous :(—To which earns her a kiss on the cheek and a “You got this, baby. Just relax” To which she actually does! She Some might say it was the kiss that did it.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has a special spot in her journal fill of doodles of you.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who has mutiple unfinished paintings of you that with time will be finished, just has to find time in her super busy schedule—that consists of sleeping and bothering you—to finished them.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who sleeps with stuff animals.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who HAS to absolutely listen to music when doing anything, literally doesn’t matter it could be showering, dishes, getting ready, etc. There’s music playing.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s a big ‘Savage Starlight’ nerd and actually at some point sent in one of her best fanart to the official insta page, but never got a response. :(

But the girl can’t take failure as a option and is still hopeful saying, “They’ll open my message…eventually.” with a sad little huff.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s screaming from the bathroom when she actually gets a response back!

You knock frantically on the door to realize it when she’s opens the phone and you’re met with her phone being shoved into your face, “Look, Look, Look!

A slight irritated sigh leaves your lips as you look at Ellies phone—which has mysterious residue stains on it—and see the instagram post. Once reading the caption praising Ellie for her work, you look up from the phone and at her, “I thought you were getting killed, Ellie! God…”

“Aweeee, you care about me?” she says, putting her hands on her chest.

“No, I came to make sure they finished the job.” you reply with a cheeky grin.

“Oh wow…well in that case, gimme my phone and get out!” she frowns.

You roll my eyes playfully and chuckle, giving back her phone, “Make sure to flush.” you say, closing the door.

“That was one time!” you hear a muffled shout.

Imagining Loser! Ellie whose phone is filled with multiple pictures of you. Some of you, sleeping, doing chores around the house, cooking—and some with you seeming to be yelling at her in the photo for not helping, and terrible pictures of you that you beg her to delete, but she protests saying, they’re “beautiful” to her.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who steals your chapstick since she always loses her’s within a few days of having it.

“Ellie?” you call out, searching in your nightstand for your chapstick.

“Yeah, babe?” you hear her voice become more clearly as she walks into the bedroom.

“Has you seen my chapstick? My lips are terribly dry…” you huff, unable to find it in your clutter.

“Uhh, no.”

*Imagine her in the background, sneakily swiping your chapstick back and forth on her lips as you annoyedly rummage through your stuff for it.* LMAOOO

Imagining Loser! Ellie who does feel bad and buys you a ten pack of chapstick, stealing one of course for herself.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who buys those princess or even soda chapstick ones.

(Okay i’ll stop talking about chapsticks…😭)

Imagining Loser! Ellie who seems to never drink water, but instead drinks like Arizona, Dr. Pepper, or Canada-dry, etc.

Imagining Loser! Ellie who’s rather disgusting when eating. Having dried up residue on the side of her mouth from dinner which was hours ago only to lick it off.

“Mmm, that burger was good.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Imagining Loser! Ellie who sometimes, but not all the times, thinks about how lucky she is/was to get—or “pull” as she says to her friends—someone like you.

Loser! Ellie who loves you for loving her despite her quirks!

How you can help Palestine, Why you shouldn’t support tlou/ buy the remastered, Educate yourself, #FREEPALESTINE.

a/n; Who wants Dina or Abby hcs? 🤭

Perm taglist: @elliesprettygirl, @dyk3ang3l, @ellies2fingers, @r3starttt, @slut4mascss, @k1ssesworld

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karmesean · 8 months

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Im I'm obsessed with ALL ur aus omg

Could I mayhaps have some more info on just ghost dark?? I Understand tho if u don't have much due to the au being more abt second being possessed :3

thank you thanmk you <3 and plbbthh of course! honestly there wasn't much concrete but i'm glad you asked bc it got me thinking

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⚠️ CW: talk of possession, body horror, injury ⚠️

so. stepping into slightly uncharted territory but dark's like "aura" is just inherently volatile. that's the main way sec can identify ghosts, mostly just feeling them.

re: aura: orchid feels sorrowful and gold is something between fear and confusion. the colour gang is pure mischief and giddiness at different ratios! (green: 👁️👁️) dark is loud and vengeful, like the climax of an unfinished song.

not pictured here: dark still has the gashes from TSC killing him

uhh dark doesn't actually have gloves here they got burned off when he was alive. here, it's the "corruption" of being a mad spirit. ideally, that would go away if he becomes at peace, which is one of second's goals for all of the ghosts. unsure how to banish them, and unwilling to for somewhat selfish reasons, second can only hope to calm them all down.

dark is lucid! he might be hellbent on revenge, but that's more lucidity than the other ghosts get. he's actively aware he is dead and trying to claw his way into second and chosen's lives.

wow so. as a result of The Dark Lord powers and the exceptionally painful death, the physical alterations dark causes second to have are much more. More. spikes calcify as skeletal limbs that slice through second's back, his wristblades have dug into him so hard that they form on second, only able to spark with dark's aura and trying to burn their host and refusing, by dark's willpower and second's healing. it's just. A Lot. and dark genuinely doesn't have much control over it, but even he might be startled by the extra pain it inflicts on the only stick he knows can host him, Second.

it just hurts a lot. he is the ghost who is actively rejected by second's very code. it just hurts a lot. their very essence of being fights against him and he fights back, almost grinning at the challenge and wincing when he can feel the resistance he himself puts up against second. it just hurts. a lot.

oh also hair just permanently floats when you're a ghost trust me The Dark Lord told me

#alan becker #ava #ava fanart #ava the second coming #ava tsc #ava orange #avm tsc #avm the second coming #avm orange #just mentioned but pretty importantly!#ava tdl #ava the dark lord #animator vs animation fanart #animator vs animation #ibis paint #also. his queer ass fit i promise i'll do a full body eventually #possession au

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theartthatleavesthemark · 2 months

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this post probably exists out there somewhere but. you know the book la galatea? the one Flint leaves for Miranda in 2x3? uhh well it was written by Cervantes the man most well known for creating the patron saint of lost causes (don quixote) but that isnt even the most insane part this book was a collection of pastoral poems loosely wedged into a narrative now, what were these poems about you may ask? well, pastoral stories for those of you who do not know are about love specifically they are about overpowering love making people do insane things and many of these stories in this book end either in tragedy or very ambiguously. essentially the love was there but it didnt change the ending. now the frame these tales are set in? well, THAT is the story of two gentleman, one of noble birth named Elicio and one of low birth who is nonetheless quite well-spoken named Erastro (sound familiar?) who are both in love with the same woman (the titular galatea). they agree that their shared love will never interfere with their friendship. now if you, like me, are throwing objects at the walls at this point, wait for the best part: la galatea is UNFINISHED. Cervantes wrote only part 1 and IN DON QUIXOTE there is a scene in which part one is BURNED and a character comments that it will never be any good without a second half. which he never wrote.

#cervantes was a racist bastard who wrote in the most stifling prose known to man but he knew the power of stories and the power of belief #and steinberg took one look at that and said here's an easter egg for all you early modern literature fanatics out there #its about love not being enough! its about the idealization of one individual (galatea is miranda is thomas is silver is flint is madi)#its about the story can't end! its about the story is a lost cause and the story lives on #mutilated #in another story which becomes canon!#its about i will love you whether you want me to or not and even if it kills me and beyond the capacity of the narrative to encompass #black sails #la galatea

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wyyvernn · 4 months

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What was originally meant to be some sort of soft and nice little ambience piece with haytham instead became a shitty unfinished audio when I had no idea what else to add to it LOL

Anywayyy here's the script:

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Haytham is drinking tea and going through papers at his desk. The fireplace is snapping and crackling softly. The door to his office swings open as the Listener steps through and greets Haytham. Haytham looks up from his desk.

Haytham: “Any news?”

Listener: “Oh nothing much, nothing worth investigating anyway, sir. "

Haytham: “Hmm…I see. Come, sit.”

Haytham gestures to the chair in front of his desk. The Listener moves across the office and sits in the chair.

Listener: "Actually, there is one thing…”

Haytham: "Oh?"

Listener: "It's…well…uhh…"

Haytham: "Yes…? Out with it."

Listener: "Not sure if it’s worth mentioning but Shay recently returned from sea and he’s-”

The Listener is cut off when a very drunk Shay is heard singing from outside.

Shay: (Muffled) "What do we do with a drunken sailor?"

Shay opens the door and bumps into something causing it to crash to the floor.

Shay: "Whoa, whoa!"

Listener: “-drunk and causing havoc…”

Haytham sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Haytham: "Shay."

Shay: "Ay, d-don't look at me like that hehe…"

Haytham: “Go. Now.”

Shay leaves, stumbling out of Haytham’s office. Haytham sighs again.

Haytham: “My apologies.”

Listener: “Actually I should have told you much earlier, sir. I should be the one apologising.”

Haytham: “Not your fault.”

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@bookworm-with-coffee I believe you wanted to be tagged :3

#haytham kenway #shay patrick cormac #assassin's creed iii #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed rogue

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justmeinatree · 5 months

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A Hard Man To Lose

Summary : part 2 to Teasing Louis Request … the smut.

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.4k

A/N : a day late, a buck short 😬 .. just realizing now that i was supposed to post this yesterday. stoner brain is real yall, and my memory SUCKS. enjoy ✌️

niall walks up to you, slinging his arm around your shoulders, happy, drunken smile gracing his mouth, “coming back to mine tonight, right ?”

your eyebrows furrow, because you are absolutely, positively certain that you’d never spoken about staying over at his place. “uhh, i am ?”

“yeah, i figured,” niall shrugs, “we have breakfast with mam tomorrow, remember ? ya always spend the night.”

he’s right. fuck. he is absolutely right. you always end up staying with your brother the night before meeting your mum, saving you the extra trip to and from the city.

“christ, ya don’t have to look so disappointed,” he laughs, “have other plans or something ?”

instinctively, you shake your head. you know how important it is to louis that niall not find out tonight. and it seems as though the universe wants to cockblock the hell out of you. “no, no, i just forgot is all. surprised me. i was expecting to go home, have a cozy night in after this,” you quickly lie, trying to hide the severe level of disappointment.

niall leaves a wet, smacking kiss on your cheek, “got me tonight instead,” he smiles playfully, patting your shoulder, before sauntering off to chat with someone you honestly didn’t recognize.

you use the opportunity to go find louis, slithering through the people, noting him by the bar. walking right up to him, your body pressed against his, arm resting against his shoulder, as he’s sat at the one of the stools.

his head snaps, not expecting anyone to lean into him, taking a big sigh of relief when he notices you, “fuckin hell, darling, scared me.”

“sorry,” you giggle, biting your lip, “m’not gonna be able to sneak off with you tonight. have to spend the night at my brother’s,” you groan.

louis’ eyebrows furrow for a moment, before standing, looking through the crowd to make sure niall’s nowhere near, his left arm wrapping around your back, hand landing on your hip, pulling you close, “don’t want to let this opportunity slip. m’gonna take care of this,” he murmurs against your ear.

your eyes flutter shut, senses invaded with louis. his fresh scent, masked with the lingering vodka from earlier. the firmness in his grip. the warm puffs of air as he speaks, hitting the delicate skin of your neck. the command he seems to already have over you, his towering height helping the allusion. “what are you going to do ?”

his other hand lands on the side of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw, making you look up at him, lips ghosting yours as he speaks, “promise me right now that you can be very fucking quiet tonight.”

you can almost feel your pupils dilating, breath leaving your lungs, hands gripping fistfuls of his shirt, as your teeth dart out to nibble into his bottom lip, “promise, fuck, i promise.”

“good girl,” louis coos, hand dropping from your neck to your upper chest, thumb and forefinger spread to cup the base of your throat, holding you in place as he takes a step away from you. “now, m’gonna go invite myself to your brother’s place,” he smirks, walking off in niall’s general direction, leaving you stunned and catching your breath, reaching for his unfinished beer, and polishing it off.

louis walks up to niall, smiling wide, too wide. niall knows something is coming as he hears, “can i crash at yours ?”

“what’s wrong with your place ?” niall asks, both of them knowing full well that louis would end up at niall’s regardless of whether or not he was properly invited. but niall still played the same game every time, not wanting it to be too easy for him.

“s’too far,” louis groans, “c’mon, please. s’not like you dont have the space. and we both know you love the company.”

niall rolls his eyes, not wanting to admit that it was true. simply because he would never live that down with louis. “gotta take the couch though. my sister’s got the spare room tonight.”

“fine by me,” louis smiles wide, “thanks mate.”

and that’s how louis’ ended up sneaking into the guest room of niall’s house, slithering his way into the bed with you, lips mingling with yours instantly.

you groan into his mouth, fingers gripping tightly in his hair, throwing your leg over his hip. you couldn’t help yourself, you’d been waiting at a shot with louis for over a decade, and now here he was, kissing you just as, if not more, eagerly.

“louis,” you breathe against his lips, your heel pressing into his bum, trying to feel more of him, needing to feel more of him. he’d left you so incredibly horny back at the bar, you were fucking craving him, “want you, please.”

“impatient little thing, you,” louis chuckles breathily, rolling himself on top of you, your legs opening instinctively to allow him space.

louis’ mouth trails open mouth kisses from your chin, down your jaw to your ear, nibbling on the shell, and taking tentative little licks. you could feel his hot panting breath, a shiver running down your spine, shooting straight for your pussy.

you were clenching, trying to buck your hips under his weight, needing to feel more of him. with the alcohol coursing through your veins, your brain already fuzzy with louis, louis, louis. a part of you was flabbergasted that this was even happening. that finally, fucking finally, your advances towards him were being reciprocated.

truth is, you would never have let yourself chase after a man for so long. but you knew he was interested, you could feel it radiating off of him. and now that you’re actually privy to the reason why, you’re happy that you hadn’t read the situation wrong, and he’s not completely disinterested in you. but also angry that your brother would stand in your way of potentially being with someone so right for you.

the feeling of his breath, warming your skin. the sound of his voice, breathy groans, and soft moans. the tickling wisps of his hair against your neck and chest. the weight of his body as it perfectly moulds with yours. the firmness of his grip, hands now roaming under your shirt, over your hips, up your sides, cupping your breasts.

a small whimper escapes your throat, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. your face presses into the top of louis’ head, buried in his hair, willing yourself to be as quiet as possible.

the downside, however, being that you’re absolute shite at staying quiet. it was something you had a hard time controlling. it’s like if your brain shuts down, your body taking over and doing whatever it needs. loud moans being one of the things it seems to need.

“lets take this off, yeah ?” louis asks quietly, slipping your shirt as high as he can, helping you lift your body from the bed, to take it off completely. as soon as his eyes fall on your breasts, nipples pert from the attention they’d just gotten, a groan rumbles from his chest, eyes fluttering shut, mouth suctioning to your skin.

he was everywhere. from your nipple to the valley between your tits, to the swell of the underside. it’s like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to be. louis’ been so deeply in denial of his feelings towards you, not letting himself truly feel, in a way to avoid disappointment, and tonight felt like the dam finally breaking from all the pressure. he couldn’t focus, too preoccupied with touching, licking, nipping, at every single inch of your body, not wanting to leave any bit untouched.

your mind was reeling. it was so much louis, you didn’t know how to even begin focusing. your skin was tingling, prickling, fuck you felt like your entire body was about to burst like a firework. your heat was throbbing, clit aching, hips bucking into him, as you plead, “need more, louis, please. please give me more.”

louis’ forehead rests against your stomach, eyes closed, taking a calming breath. christ, he thinks he could cum in his pants just hearing you beg for him. the sheer desperation in your tone, hearing his name slip from your lips in such a sensual way. his nails dig into your skin, taking a moment to centre himself, to ground himself, because fuck, this was really happening and there was no way he was going to let himself cum too early.

“fuck, beautiful girl, say that again,” he breathes, needing to hear it all over, as his hands slip into the waist of your pants, shuffling them down your legs.

“please, louis,” you whimper, legs trembling, your cunt clenching hard with the cool waft of air hitting your most sensitive parts, a dribble of arousal bubbling from your entrance.

louis’ eyes were locked on your centre, the sound of your voice hitting his ear drums, his mind turned to mush. his hands grip into your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart as far as they’ll comfortably go, tongue darting out to wet his lips, watching the glisten of your soaked pussy.

gaze stuck to you, louis’ fingers reach out, tentatively swirling through your folds, gathering some of your arousal, and spreading it all over your labia and clit. with another clench, and another drip of arousal, louis bites his lip, fingers twitching for more.

a tug of your hands on his shirt pulls him from his trance, eyes snapping up to meet yours as you mumble, “want you naked too, please.”

“so fuckin polite, how can i say no to you ?” he hums, shuffling himself out of his clothes, his shirt then his pants, his cock bobbing up against his stomach. instantly, you reach out, hand wrapping around his prick, giving a few slow but solid strokes.

you notice his eyes flutter shut, a moan of relief echoing through the room, as you notice his shoulders relax, drips of precum accumulating at his tip.

your thumb flicks over the head, gathering the thick liquid, before your hand leaves him entirely, sucking your finger into your mouth.

louis watches as you hum around your thumb, your tongue poking out from between your lips as it swirls through your mouth, tasting him, “taste so good,” you groan, fingers reaching out for more.

he’s quick to grip your wrist however, a shiver running through his body, “m’so fuckin worked up, darling. m’not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he explains, all those years of pent up frustration rushing to the surface.

you nod, understanding, as you also feel like you’re about to fucking burst. as he lets go of your wrist, your hand grips onto louis’ hip, pulling him closer to you, and with a few swipes of his dick through your sopping folds, the tip was breaching your entrance.

in one fell swoop, his cock is entirely seethed inside you, a loud moan reverberated through the room. instantly, louis’ mouth is on yours, muffling any sounds that may threaten to escape.

“gotta be quiet, lovely,” he coos against your lips, cock unmoving inside you, as he takes a moment to calm his heart rate, feeling your walls spasm around him.

“please move,” you whimper, entire body trembling, nails digging into his skin, the sudden fullness fuzzing your brain.

with louis’ elbows rested against the mattress on either side of your head, fingertips playing soothingly in your hair, he takes a bite at your bottom lip, tugging on it, his hips rolling at a steady rhythm.

“christ, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, feeling your pussy suck him back in with every thrust.

you moan, attempting to stay quiet, your body completely overheated, orgasm already forming in the pit of your stomach, your inebriated brain unable to focus long enough to hold anything back.

louis notices. notices you losing your senses. notices the breathy whines getting more urgent. notices the fluttering in your tummy. notices the added slickness to his thrusts. notices the roll in your eyes. notices the sting of your nails in his skin. notices the clamping down of your cunt.

and in one final greedy moment, one of his hands grips the underside of your knee, pressing it up to your chest. his cock instantly slides its way into you, impossibly deeper, a loud gasping moan, knocking the air straight out of your lungs, orgasm crashing over you.

“fuck,” louis groans, louder than he’d like, your cunt clamping down on his member in a vice grip. with his mouth on yours again, willing you to quiet down, his request falling on deaf ears, the ringing in your brain too loud to even hear him.

“shh, you’re okay darling,” he coos, as you seem to relax a bit, his cock still delving deep inside you.

“fuck, louis,” you whine, bottom lip trembling, “can’t stop, fuck, i can’t stop.”

and for a moment, he’s confused as to what you’re referring to. that is, until the clench of your cunt picks up momentum, “christ, are you cumming again ?”

you nod around a whimper, tucking your face in his neck, body wracking through another strong orgasm, louis joining you over the edge, not a minute later.

through a mess of breathy moans and pants, both of you staying as quiet as possible, you make your way down from your high, light sheen of sweat sticking your bodies together. louis gently peels himself from your body, leaving a series of pecking kisses over your nose, lips, and chin, as he pulls his cock out of you.

he smiles softly at you, leaning down to nibble on your lip, murmuring, “you’re fucking irresistible. can’t get enough of you.”

you hum, a shy smile gracing your lips, giggling quietly, “we can do that again sometime right ?”

“that, and much much more. do this again when we can take our sweet fuckin time,” he chuckles. “think nialler heard us ?” he asks.

“oh, he heard you,” you both hear muffled through the wall, eyes growing wide, strong blush taking over your cheeks, as you both burst out in an embarrassed laugh, slightly too blissed out at the moment to really care about the consequences of being caught.

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Hey guys today im gonna be talking about my essay on that one fic direct doggo posted

y'know, the one. uhh what was it called again? ah yes DSAF tales "Nothing" anyways something thats been nagging me is how people frame thats the worse daves been throug, that henrys abuse weapon (?) is a wrench, well im here to tell you, are wrong. from the wonderfull wording in the fic (thanks dd)

["Well, obviously, I can see you, windin' up some kind of device, ready to put it into your unfinished bot, right?" Dave responded, now hesitant of whether or not he was bumbling his way into one of Henry's (quite typical) cruel lessons.]

here we can tell that this isnt the first time Daves been through this,, hes hesitent, wondering if hes stumbling in one of henrys cruel lessons again. (notice plural in lesson? another bit of evidence)

[William had no time to brace himself before he received an unyielding impact, courtesy of the wrench still in Dr Miller's left hand. William yelped like a confused animal, held his jaw tightly, and paced a few steps backwards, careful not to expose his back to Henry.]

this section of the fic. oh boy theres so much to unpack here. first of, notice the wording? "courtesy of the wrench still in Dr millers hand" henry didnt specifically pick up a something and hit william with it. he just hit him with whatever he had on hand. this has his ups and down, for example if he was holding a newspaper the blow couldve been softer, on the other hand, if he was holding a more potentially dangerous weapon, like a wrench, then daves in a bit more trouble.

another thing, "careful not to expose his back to Henry" this part, he knows exactly what to do to try to not make it worse, this type of carefulness dosent come from a one time thing. it also implies that, well, lets just say that some of the scars on his body (specifically his back) werent made by springlocks

[Henry slowly turned back to his work, and continued cranking the coil of the mechanism that was again holding his sole interest, now that William was disciplined. Henry didn't bother to turn back to check if William had fled the room, he knew that his assistant wouldn't.]

here, this part "Henry didn't bother to turn back to check if William had fled the room, he knew that his assistant wouldn't" If this was henrys first time doing something similar to this, he wouldve wanted to see how william wouldve reacted, but since it isnt henrys first time, he didnt turn around, he knew how william would react to this type of treatment.

In this fic, you can also see how deep henry had dave in manipulation. just by looking at the vocabulary directdoggo used when henry was adressing william "Henry cooed" "Henry affectionately placed his hand on William's now bloodied chin."

in this fic, we can also see the method of manipulation he used to GET william this deep in.

["Henry affectionately placed his hand on William's now bloodied chin.

Now that you see it too, don't you want to protect others from it?" Henry asked him, "Don't you want to stay here, in the light, knowing that I won't let you ever become nothing?" William forced a shaky smile, and frantically nodded, tears in his eyes. Henry's face contorted into a smile, no less sinister, but noticeably wider, but with closed lips]

its like beating up a dog, but then giving them some treats, knowing what you did is wrong, but needing to keep them loyal by giving reward at the end of abuse.

["How does it look, William?" Henry asked, turning to face his partner, who turned back, fixating himself on the costume to stop his very being from straying towards inconsolability.]

here we can see that william knew that henry would give no more consolation, implying he has tried before, in the past and was just met with worse

anyways theres so much more i want to talk about this fic but it dosent relate to henry and daves dynamic or i forgor so dont forget to like and subcribe and hit that bell!!!!! (Sorry)

#dsaf #not fnaf #dr henry miller #henry dsaf #henry miller #dsaf henry #dsaf dave #dsaf dave miller #dave miller

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ohwell-itsme · 11 days

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got tagged in a tag game by @baked-bread

Last song I listened to: listening to a playlist like I usually do, "So Sad, So Sad" by Varsity playing right now

Currently Watching: uhh, if you don't count youtube (mostly Watcher content, some Mythical Kitchen, Jolly, recently Tasting History too), the there's miraculous, I still haven't taken the time to see the special and only saw the season 5 finale in some partially leaked unfinished version, but yeah, that's most recent and what I know I will continue to watch, and yeah, I know that was last year

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory, I guess, I enjoy the other two in moderation, I want things that are just a little spicy, some things are just too sweet for me, I don't have this problem with savory and it seems that I have the tendency to enjoy things that are bitter or sour more than an average person

Relationship status: married (not in the legal sense, but spiritually that's what it is)

Current Obsession: building the meta lore for me and my wife's self-inserts in the danganronpa universe and making our playlists for that, gushing about music finds that will work very well in them, bringing in songs to our DMs like a little bird bringing soft nesting material, and yeah, we play dress up with them too and find them images of clothes and jewelry we could never afford, what about it?

now, to tag 3 people @vespertin-y @eggs-can-draw (ik you're gonna have fun tagging others) @nagisarours

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xaiblood · 9 months

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OMG I LOVED YOUR GUN X READER FICCC!! MAY I REQUEST A PART 2?

Ofc! I made this part for all my readers^^ I hope you guys like it. Part one is here.

His Name [2]

It was been a week after you met him after school, he still not showed himself in the school, your school life still normal tough without him. But your head still thought about him; like "Where is he?" or "Yamazaki still alive, right?" and many questions in your head.

You walked to your school in this rainy day, it was cold, very cold. And that was why you were holding a white umbrella with your right hand. You hummed a song while you listened to your favorite song, your eyes seems very happy in this rainy day.

You stopped at your track, your eyes were widening in surprised; you saw him. Your classmate.

"Yamazaki-kun!" you waved at him, as you waved he turned at you. He wore a black sunglasses, and he didn't wore a school uniform.

You walked toward him, "Why are you---"

"I'll never see you again for now, and you'll never see 'Yamazaki Yuzuru' again." he said, he cuts your unfinished speech. "Go to school, and be a good student there," he turned around and walked away, and you just stood and watched him leave.

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You sighed, felt the fresh air of South Korea inside your lungs. You took your smartphone for took a picture of the aesthetic alleyway you just found, but your eyes saw someone that you couldn't recognized and you just turned back and ran toward your car outside the alley.

'God, who the hell is that?!' you tried to calm yourself while drive to your boss' apartement, and turned on the music so that your mind is distracted from the figure in the alley earlier.

But, the next second you felt your smartphone rang and you picked the call. "Hello? What's up, boss?" you talked to your boss---who was your friend in the junior high school---with unformal tone and she didn't mind it after all.

"Are you want to back to the Japan with me, [Name]-chan?" She asked, the woman with style gothic lolita waited your answer. "Hurry up, or I'll go to Japan without you," she hissed.

You nodded, "Yeah, I'll go with you. In ten minutes I'll reach your place, Shimamura."

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"Hey, Shimamura." you heard her hummed, "You think that I'm still ... y'know what I'm talking about."

Shimamura Rei, she just nodded. "Yeah, my men told me that he always visited the temple, so just hope that he's there when we at there, too." she spoke after she took a sip of her drink. "Looks like someone really fall for that Yamazaki," she chuckled.

"Yak! I'm just curious, after all he's suddenly no news after all this time. What's wrong with that?" you scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, well after all, I can go to Japan with you," she took her bottle of alcohol. "By the way, actually you can meet him in the HNH Group, I've seen him with Choi Dongsoo's daughter." she babbled a little drunk.

You widened your eyes, "What?! Why are you didn't telling me earlier?! If you're tell me this, I'll visit that HNH Group, Shimamura Rei!" you gritted, your hand wanted to punch her face but you knew it wasn't avail, and you're also already on her private plane. You lowered your hand, and placed it on your thigh.

You mumbled something under your breath. She just chuckled at your respond.

"Aww, little cat just angwy right now?" she let out a laughed, she laughed like a kid. You just rolled your eyes.

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It was raining, you were at the temple. You were in Japan.

You stood there and prayed to God that you still gave a long live and your life was blessed by God, and your friend, stood beside you and prayed to God.

You don't know what she said in her heart, surely the woman was asking God in her prayers.

But, suddenly someone called out Rei, "Miss Rei, I think we must go to the hotel right now, because ... uhh," the guard was biting his lower his lip, and Rei raised an eyebrow.

"What? I told you to don't disturb us while we were praying." She crossed her arms, "you want us to go back at hotel because of the rain?" she asked in stern tone, she frowned.

You turned back as you finished your praying.

And here, you widened your eyes in disbelief.

You saw him, Yamazaki Yuzuru, or known as Park Jonggun. You knew this information from Rei when you were in her private plane. Jonggun was standing there while held a black umbrella in his left hand.

Rei smiled at him, "Ara~ Yamazaki-san." her tone was friendly like usually, but Jonggun just gave her a cold stared behind his sunglasses.

His gaze shifted at you, then he walked but kept his gaze at you.

Until he stopped on the front steps of the temple. "[Name]," he called you, and your heart was beating faster than usually. "Come with me."

Silence.

You just stood, and processed what did he just said. Come with him? What the hell he was talking about? Before you protest, your phone was vibrating. "I think it's your father, [Surname] Kenji." said Jonggun.

Without thinking, you reached into your bag and took out the sophisticated flat object. Then picked up the voice call from your father. "Hello? Yeah, Dad?" you spoke in soft tone.

"Honey, maybe you're meet him, Yamazaki-kun. I know it's sudden but--- sorry ..." he was sobbing, made your mind full of question. Why your dad sound really sad? Did something happen?

Jonggun took steps toward you, and he leaned at your phone, "Yeah, it's me, [Surname] Kenji. Your daughter with her friend," you felt his breath hitting your earlobe.

You heard your father sighed, "Thank you, I hope she doesn't making you in trouble." he said.

"Don't worry, I know she's a good little one." he leaned back, and took off his sunglasses. His irises looked at yours deeply. "She isn't the troublemaker, she's a good girl."

#park jonggun x reader #park gun x reader #park gun #park jonggun #manhwa #webtoon #ptj universe #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism fic

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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relinquish the crown: atonement or debasement

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: before the main story; during 'from a world away'

Summary: The visiting prince from Alfheim wishes to prove to you that he's a man reformed, but wasn't quite prepared for what you had in mind.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k [i hope you have a coffee or a tea ready]

Warnings: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); Damien (yes he's a warning now); other than that, none really [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: fluff between Loki & YN…that is all

"Princess, allow me this moment just to thank you for allotting me your time for the day," the crown prince of Alfheim, Damien, stated as he walked by your side and continuously tried to take your hand since you left the war room. "So where shall we begin? Perhaps you could show me your favorite spot in the--"

"Did you mean what you said earlier, your highness?" you cut him off, killing his sentiment mid-question. "About wanting for the opportunity to prove yourself reformed?"

The confusion that flashed across his face for a touch longer than a moment told you that the words were exactly that. Words. Empty promises, utterances meant only to appease your opinion of him, but the prince had no intentions to actually show action to follow through on this promise.

He stumbled over his words. "I erm--I uhh--Of course, Princess! My behavior and treatment toward the women in this realm was wretched, and cast a blindingly unbecoming light on me in your eyes. And in the eyes of so many others, I can only guess. And while I admit I'm deserving of that light, I would like for the chance to dim it somehow. Show you I've grown and changed. Matured, even."

More empty words, you thought to yourself, forcing yourself to give him an accommodating smile as you felt the beginnings of another headache pounding away at you. "Very well then. That is where we shall begin."

Damien gave you a smirk, stepping closer to you and gently taking your hand in his to raise to his lips. "Princess, I am truly and deeply sorry for my beha--"

"Oh no, Prince Damien," you cut him off once more. "You can apologize to me all you want, but it would all be for naught." You gave him a smirk of your own when you saw the confusion take residence on his features. "For you see, I am not the one whose decency you besmirched. It is not my place to forgive you for the actions you committed upon others. These actions, namely, being sending whichever companion you'd chosen at that time out of your chambers with clothing ripped to near shreds."

"Your highness surely you don't mean you want me to apologize to--"

"The women you did disgrace," you answered his unfinished question. "Every. Single. One of them."

He most likely couldn't hold back the incredulity that flashed across his eyes for the briefest moment to save his life before he straightened out his expression to one that seemed nearly fearful. Interesting choice. "Very well, Princess. If that is what must be done to earn your time."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, striding on down the hall on your way to the robe laundering facilities, hoping to find Halley and Narda on their way to retrieve your grandmother's dresses . "Wonderful. You can start with my friends, the Queen's ladies in waiting." The way his shoulders slumped for a fraction of a second before he made a visible effort to straighten his posture before resuming his strides did not go unnoticed.

You soon crossed paths with Halley, already carrying an armful of the Queen's robes. "Princess! I didn't expect to see you here at this hour," she greeted you, wide smile already gracing her features as her form began to shake in her attempt to curtsy despite the load she was carrying.

"Please, my friend, none of those formalities. Especially when you are carrying such precious cargo," you said jokingly, motioning towards the robes in her hands. "There's actually someone with me at the moment that wishes to speak with you." You motioned towards the prince, noting the panic that showed on her face before she tried to curtsy once more. "Halley, really it's quite alright, I am sure that the visiting prince will understand the need to forego that pleasantry, is that not right, your highness?"

"Of course, Princess," he responded, exerting considerable effort to not grit his teeth before addressing the lady in waiting. "Lady Halley, it has come to my attention that my behavior--" His gaze flickered to yours for the briefest moment and caught your pointed glare, making him stumble on his words. "I have come to the realization that my treatment of you when last we met was unbecoming of myself and you were undeserving of such behavior. It would be my honor for you to accept my most sincere apology."

Halley's eyes widened, blinking rapidly as if trying to reorient herself on what had just transpired before her eyes. You gave her a single nod, silently telling her to humor you, hoping that she would get the message that you were the one that had put him to this task. "O-Of course, your highness. I would be more than delighted to accept your apology. It is wonderful to see you once more gracing the halls of the palace. If I may ask, what brings you to Asgard once more?"

"Truth be told, I wish to court the princess." She blanched at his candor. "In hopes of winning her respect and earning to right to court her, first I must amend my wrongdoings and show that I am someone worthy of her grace and respect."

"How…admirable," she commented, her tone rife with hesitation before turning her attention to you. "Princess, may I have a quick consult? About the…Winter Solstice festival?" You both walked over a few feet away from the visiting prince before she spoke once more in hushed tones. "Are you truly to let him court you? Surely you can feel how hard he is pretending to be sincere as well."

"Of course I won't, Halley, I'm not ridiculous," you answered her, doing your best not to let out a bout of chuckles that would give away that you most definitely were not discussing the festival. "But I would not miss out on the chance to watch him strain himself trying to impress me by 'bearing his punishment bravely on his shoulders'." You held up a hand to signal her to stifle her laughter, motioning toward the dresses that would drop from her hands if she hadn't.

"Well then in that case, let me not keep you, Princess Y/N," she said in a louder tone, no doubt for the obviously eavesdropping prince's benefit. "I am sure you have quite the arduous day ahead of you. Prince Damien?" She turned to face the prince, slightly bowing her head in a show of respect. "I wish you the very best of luck. The Princess is one of the most intelligent, most compassionate people I have ever met. You would be very fortunate to have her by your side if she were to allow your courtship."

She began to walk away back down the hall to your grandmother's chambers when you called out to her one more time. "Would you happen to know where I can find Narda?"

"The storage closets," she answered back without turning her gaze. You could practically hear her knowing smirk from the tone in her voice. "Just follow the sounds, Princess."

You had an inkling that the sounds that she had been referring to were sounds of pleasure, but you still were not prepared to actually hear the sounds emanating from the thick, wooden, closed door of the storage closet. Out of respect for her privacy, and decency considering your present company, you knocked loudly on the door three times. "Narda? Are you in there, I need to speak with you about something."

The next sounds were hushed, frantic whispers that you were unable to decipher even if you would press your ear against the wood. A few moments later the door opened to reveal…not the lady in waiting quite yet. But another familiar figure. Tall, broad, and blond.

"Fandral…!" You couldn't help but smirk at the discovery.

"Princess…" he trailed off, side stepping past you with his eyes trained to the ground and refusing to meet yours. "I suspect I will see you at training in a while? Considering your attire--"

"Not for another few hours, do not worry," you cut him off. "I was training earlier and saw no reason to change." He kept walking down the hall, undoubtedly to tell your father that you'd caught him in a compromising position and begging him to ensure that you don't tell another soul. "Fandral!" The warrior turned to face you, expression still sheepish despite his straightened stance. "If you hurt her, I will kill you myself. Am I understood?"

Everything about him relaxed at that moment. "I would never dream of hurting her, Y/N."

His words had you breaking out into a warm smile. "Good. And do not worry, one of these days you will get me back for what I just witnessed. Quite possibly it will be worse." The playfully scandalized look he gave you finally dissipated the tension in the hall, causing you both to break out into chuckles before he waved haphazardly in your direction and resumed his march down the hall.

"Y/N, I didn't expect you," Narda greeted you with a deceptively casual tone, a chill running through your body when you saw her expression jolt into one of apprehension when she spotted your company.

"I surmise you didn't expect anyone, dear friend," you shot back, lightly elbowing her side when she made her way to you. "I have someone here that wishes to speak with you." You motioned towards the prince that had her visibly frozen where she stood, and if you stared long enough you could swear that the memories from her last encounter with the visiting prince were returning to her so loudly that you could see the tawdry flashbacks yourself.

"Erm…Lady Narda, good afternoon," Prince Damien began, his gaze constantly flickering to you as you resumed to look on at what was transpiring in front of you with a warrior's stance. "I would very much like for you to know that I deeply regret the way I treated you when last we saw each other. It was unbecoming of me as a gentleman and you were completely undeserving of such treatment. I hope that you will accept my most sincere apology," he addressed her, bending his body to bow and keeping his gaze trained to the cobblestone pathway.

Narda looked to you, eyes questioning this turn of events. "He wishes to court me, my friend," you offered in explanation. "He is doing this in hopes of proving that he has in fact become someone worthy of my time."

"Ah," was her only response, nodding her head in understanding before addressing the elven prince. "In that case, I wish you the very best of luck, Prince Damien. If you are to succeed, you would have a fiercely protective partner by your side." She curtsied and began her way towards the laundering facilities. "Shall I retrieve your dresses as well, Y/N?"

"Oh no, please don't burden yourself. I'll retrieve them after my training with--" You cut yourself off, a mischievous grin stretching across your face. "With your beloved."

"Your highness!" she squealed, a brilliant smile overtaking her features at the thought.

"Tell me I'm wrong." As expected, she said not a word. "That's what I thought. We're off to the kitchens. I will see you tomorrow, my friend."

You'd made it down the length of a few halls on the way to the kitchens before the prince spoke again. "Did you truly mean all of them, Princess?"

"Yes." Your tone made no room for argument, the resounding timbre echoing throughout the empty hall and once again making his features flinch. "Did you truly think that it would stop once you'd apologized to my friends?" You stopped your strides and turned your entire body to face him, stepping so close that he could feel the irritation radiating off your body if he paid close enough attention. "You truly wanted to get the opportunity to know me, Prince Damien? Then know this, my priority will always be that the people who work for me and my family are treated with the respect that they deserve. That they are rightfully compensated for the work that they do and that they will be filled with the right motivation to keep on doing these jobs well for the decades and centuries to come.

"So I take it quite personally when visitors come out of the blue and disrupt that peace. When I walk down the hall and encounter a member of the palace staff and it seems as if the light has left their eyes because they were just sent away from said visitor's guest chamber with robes ripped to shreds without a second thought. You wish to know me? Then today you will know the basics the best way you can, by hearing what these women have to say to you when you inform them of your intention to court me. Today you learn the basics from the best people who can teach them to you. If you survive, then perhaps tomorrow I will allow you to learn the ancillaries."

The prince was so visibly shaking when you concluded your impromptu tirade that you were almost certain he would be leaving Asgard with his metaphorical tail between his legs by next daybreak. "Lead the way, then, your highness," he said so mutely you could have sworn you heard a scared little whimper from him at the end.

You assessed his features with a once over before turning once again and resuming your walk towards the kitchens. "We will save the chambermaids for last. If my memory serves me right, that was the concentration of your attentions, especially considering I had to redirect and rearrange their duties during your prior visit so that those who fell victim to what charms you attempted to be brandishing about did not need to be subject to a repeat performance. This trip to the kitchens would be beneficial to you. Give you a chance to hydrate before that surely trying task." The way the prince flinched at the vitriol in your tone did not go unnoticed.

When you walked through the doors to the kitchens, the staff immediately stood to attention and greeted you, relaxing the moment you held your hands up and gave them a signal to be at ease once more. "Your highness, what a pleasant surprise," the head cook addressed you. "To what do we owe the honor of having a second royal grace us this beautiful afternoon?"

His wording had your brows knit together. "Second?" Normally the only other royal that would find their way into these parts of the castle was your grandmother, ensuring that any whimsical craving from either yourself, your father, or from Volstagg could be satisfied at a moment's notice. And those visits would only happen twice in a moon.

"Yes, your highness. Prince Loki is currently in the back. Something about post-training rituals?" Your ears perked up at the words, the dull aching in your head that had been plaguing you since you started this apologetic tour through the palace dissipating somewhat. "Are you here for the same?"

"Not quite," you answered, straightening your back and addressing the entire kitchen now. "I assume that at least a good handful of you acquainted yourselves with the prince Damien on his previous trip to Asgard." The shifty gazes and subtle nods were all the response you needed. "Those of you who have not had the displeasure, I recommend stepping out and taking a momentary breather. Alternatively, stay and stand witness. Because for those who would remain, the prince wishes to speak with you. Individually, not collectively."

The effort it took to hold back the smirk when you spotted how the elven prince's jaw clenched in evident frustration should have been considered its own bout of training. The staff broke out into two groups, not a single one from the group of unacquainted taking the option of stepping out, but rather corralling to the side as the formerly acquainted group stayed where they were and the prince walking over to the one closest to him and starting with the same spiel he'd already spouted twice before.

You surmised that this effort would take quite some time, so you approached the head cook. "The Prince is still in the back," he answered your unspoken question, motioning toward the small room in question.

He chortled at your response when you motioned toward the scene transpiring before their eyes. "Enjoy the show." And then you made your way toward the small back room, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you spotted Loki sitting by his lonesome, munching away at a sandwich. "Post-training rituals?"

A smirk began to grace the god's face. "I thought that was you I heard outside, little Princess." He pushed out the chair next to him, moving his plate a few inches to the side so that it was in front of both seats. "Are you hungry?"

The tension that had settled right between your shoulders since you walked out of the war room with the elven prince relaxed immensely at the gesture, the ache in your head also waning away once you situated yourself in the empty seat. "A touch famished, if I may be completely honest."

You felt your body settle into a sense of complete comfort at the feel of him tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Darling, you should know by now. You're always free to be honest with me." He scooted his chair to be closer to yours, wrapping his arm around you in a warm embrace as you rested your head on his shoulder, nibbling away at the half of the sandwich he saved on the plate for you.

"Alright then. Being completely honest? You owe me an apology."

"And whatever for?"

"I only went through the horrendous exercise of humoring this prince because you advised me to give him a chance." You felt his muscles tense against you, letting out a sigh that fanned the hairs at the top of your head. "It's so far proving to be an immense waste of my time. He claims he wishes to prove himself reformed and yet when given that chance he whines and makes faces as if he's no more mature than a child just learning how to walk and speak."

"Ah, so I take it the tour of the palace apologizing to the women he bedded and discarded as if they were barely people in his eyes was not his idea of proving himself?"

"He presumed that giving me that apology was sufficient enough to prove his point."

"How daft."

"Imbecilic," you agreed, feeling a bit more yourself as the sound of your combined laughter filled the room. "On a lighter note, do you remember how we suspected a few weeks ago that Fandral's been in a secret courtship with a lady within the palace?"

"Yes, and he's been keeping his mouth shut and being shockingly good at keeping this particular secret no matter how I've tried to finagle--"

"I know who it is," you declared proudly, giving him a boastful close-lipped smile around your food as he looked upon you with wide eyes and mouth agape.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, little Princess. You know it's cruel to tease." You should have known better than to keep goading him, shaking your head defiantly despite the tips of his fingers ghosting over your ribcage, already lightly tracing lines over your training gear. "Tell me."

"I only meant to tell you that I know who it is. You'll have to find out the name all on your own, my Prince." You reached over to grab the goblet on his side of the table and took a sip of the drink, your brows furrowing when your lips met water. "I half expected this to be wine."

The god let out a few chuckles as he took the goblet from you and downed the rest of the drink before setting it back down on the table. "If you expected wine then you've been spending far too much time with my brother."

"Of course I have. You know, seeing as he is my father, after all," you shot back, already bracing yourself for him to attempt extracting the little morsel of gossip from you. The time to adequately prepare had long gone, however, already finding yourself unable to maneuver out of his hold.

"You still owe me a name, little Princess," he cooed at you, his other hand already poised at the other side of your torso. "You need not make this any harder on yourself."

The slightest wiggle of his fingertips against you made you jolt in his arms, already moving you to stand in your attempt to escape. "You are far too resourceful to resort to this to get a simple name--LOKI!" You broke out into a fit of giggles as you tried in vain to squirm away from his relentless tickling at your ribs. "You'll never…get me to break…" you wheezed through your laughter.

He kept at you for a few moments more before he finally relented, keeping his hands at your sides as you both stood from your seats. "One day I will find what gets you to break, darling." His hold tightened on you for a fraction of a moment, tickling you once again and causing you to let out a high-pitched yelp that pierced through the low buzz of the conversations taking place outside the room. The silence from the other side seemed like a presence in and of itself.

"Is everything alright in there, Princess?" Your entire body slumped and went slack in Loki's arms, letting out a frustrated sigh at the sound of the other prince's voice floating into the room and reminding you that you still had an entire group of palace staff to visit and have him apologize to.

"Everything is just fine, your highness. Carry on," you called out, righting yourself and straightening your stance and meeting the gaze of the god before you. "I should go. We still have the chambermaids to apologize to, and that would be the concentration of his attentions in his prior visit." You scrunched your nose at him before stepping out of his hold. "I suppose you could consider us even."

"Even?"

"Yes. You claim I owe you a name. And you…still owe me an apology."

He stepped closer to you once more, framing your face in his hands, thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth to wipe away at a stray crumb. It was at that moment that a bizarre image flashed through your mind for the briefest moment.

You were seated across each other at a small table during a festival, speaking about pollen that drove whoever had inhaled it to madness until they mated with the one they loved most. You had also shared your meal with each other that day.

Before you could focus on the image, it faded from your mind as quickly as it appeared.

"Darling?" Loki's voice brought you back to the present moment, the concern rife in his expression as he looked upon you. "Are you alright? Was it your head again?"

You assessed yourself, your confusion intensifying when you realized that there was no accompanying ache with that image, no pounding sensation that you were constantly tempted to pound back at just so that you could convince yourself that you'd tried something. "No," you mumbled, shaking your head as if it would shoo away the remaining remnants of that image that lingered. "Must have just been my imagination."

If only you knew that it wasn't simply an image conjured by your mind. But rather it was a memory. A memory not too far past, of the Autumnal Equinox festival. A memory from a time when you were finding yourself madly in love with the god that held you so delicately in his hands. A memory you would have still had with you with its full context had you not asked your grandmother to cast that blasted spell on you.

Had you known that morning that the woman that Loki spoke of during the masquerade ball, the woman he deemed dangerous to love…was you.

A/N: Wait hold on what just happened--Was that a memory? 👀

Hope you all enjoyed this little 'deleted scene' vibe from the last chapter. I knew that if I included this in 'from a world away' it would make the chapter way too long, and I was right. That chapter would have been 11.6k words if I included this 🤣🤣 Brace yourselves, because another entry into the 'locked away' chronicles is also coming today. And then I'm working on part 2 of 'the final Lady Sharpe' and also…'the tea ninja' 🥴

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random late night thoughts on my famous jimmy junior concept (specifically w/ tinimmy)

jimmy jr moved away in his sophmore year of high school because his mom got him accepted into a really good and well respected performing arts school in california. mom moved to california to live with him while he auditioned and studied and dad stayed behind with andy and ollie (they both missed their mom and jimmy jr SOO MUCH but they'd get to visit during the summer and spring/winter breaks)

tina and jimmy jr continued on again off again dating thru 8th 9th and 10th grades but they were always friends so tina took it super hard when jimmy jr moved away </3 she dated a few guys after him but honestly despite being a hopeless romantic she never felt much of a spark. i think she just missed him too much & never got over her first love. she vowed off dating until after high school

she definitely cried everyday for WEEKS when he actually moved away and stopped hanging out with her friend group w/ tammy and jocelyn. she still kept in contact with zeke but he had a pretty busy life at that point too yknow how it is

jimmy jr would call and text with tina and their friend group sometimes but he got really busy w/ school and life so they eventually fell out of contact. the type of middle school friend you only keep up with through their occasional facebook status updates

jimmy jr got his big break and became a famous teenage heartthrob type when he was around 17 years old and he did NOOOT take it well at all lol he got a huge ego and made so many terrible decisions <3 bless his heart <3 maybe he even thought he was too good for seymour's bay or his friends back home even though i think secretly he missed them. basically stopped talking to his family around this time. super weird for everybody who knew him in seymour's bay that he was now famous and totally idolized but he became something of a local legend to their town like "the birthplace of jimmy pesto jr omg" which was probably good for tourism

jimmy pesto's also got more randos visiting his restaurant because they wanted to see where jimmy jr grew up and harass his family basically lmao which jimmy pesto HATED especially since he became estranged from jimmy jr

it probably settled down after a few years when everybody realized jimmy pesto doesnt talk to his son and also he's an asshole

tina was always very proud of jimmy jr even as his friend because she knew how important dancing and attention/fame had always been to jimmy jr and his passion for it (she'd known him since kindergarten obviously!!!!) so she was always cheering him on like yay ^_^ she might attend an event he was doing locally but ngl he did stay clear of seymour's bay feeling like he had unfinished business there he didnt want to think about. tina was genuinely just happy for him & mostly over her feelings for him

she DID buy all his merch even the cheesy shirtless posters that were definitely made for 12 year old girls to kiss at night. she's LOYAL OKAY!!!!!!

because jimmy jr never came around to seymour's bay and avoided the area he kind of got a reputation with the locals that he thought he was "too good to acknowledge where he came from" so their opinion of him is slightly negative tbh. which isnt UNTRUE but it was less about the town himself and more about the people he left behind

jimmy jr found it really hard to make genuine friendships at his new school bcuz everybody was always trying to compete with each other and eventually he just stopped trying so he's been very socially isolated for a long time which DIDNT help his mental health. he never had another close friend like tina or zeke it was mostly just random party buddies and one night stands but nobody he could be himself around :(

jimmy pesto's relationship with jimmy jr in this fic is much too complicated to describe in a tumblr post lol but its very. uhh. they both want the best for each other and jimmy pesto truly isn't a horrible dad. andy and ollie adore their big brother though and they'll always ask him about his fancy life in hollywood when they go to visit

when jimmy jr first became famous there was some slight attention from younger fans directed @ andy and ollie who were like ooooh they're like jimmy jr but our age and single/not famous?? boyfriend maybe? a few stalkers but that pretty much died immediately when they realized andy and ollie are actual literal Freaks <- they never realized this is also true of jimmy jr though!!!!

he is bisexual. he never told anybody he's bisexual and nobody knows he's bisexual but he is bisexual of course. there is no universe where that kid is straight sorry

#much to say about their relationship but im saving it for maybe someday if i ever write this fic.....#also jimmy pesto and jimmy jr are a whole ass mess in this fanfic especially but there's good intentions?? somewhere deep down?#until he moves back to seymour's bay andy and ollie are like legit the only good thing this kid has in his life so he BETTER cherish them #like goddamn they put up w/ so much of his bullshit. for basically their whole lives #but they love him #bob's burgers #txt

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