#( * &. VERSE: UNDECIDED. )

[doevoured]

* 𐂂₊   |  |      @brinaspells,      ⎛   𝚂𝙰𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰   ⎠   ⤵    ➤      ❝   admit   it,   you’d   have   taken   a   bite   out   of   eden,   too.   ❞

❝   does   it   truly   matter   ?   ❞   dark   eyes   land   somewhere   far-off,   gaze   unfocused   &   aimed   in   the   direction   of   something   distant   —   lottie   pays   little   mind   to   the   other   girl,   her   attention   a   captive   to   her   fractured   thoughts   instead.   ❝   what   i   would   have   done,   were   things   different   ?   ❞   for   they   aren’t   —   they   live   in   the   now,   not   the   what-if.   a   curl   twists   the   corners   of   her   chapped   lips   heavenward,   amusement   drawn   from   something   that   remains   yet   undisclosed.   ❝   i   would   have   swallowed   eden   whole,   if   i   thought   it   a   reasonable   thing   to   do.   how   about   that   ?   ❞

[in-my-loki-feels]

🫶 for Don/President Loki 💕

Thank you for the prompt! I just love having fun with these two. 💖

Here's another maybe canonical-to-the-AU/maybe not scene of them in Asgard. (Which is a real fic I'm still working on, not just a fanciful imagining.😆)

CW NSFW

11.🫶 Teasing or sensual touch

“I don't think I've had a bath since I was a kid,” Don said as he lowered himself into the water.  Loki watched with his eyes half closed until Don was submerged up to his chest.  “That's because your bathtub is only suitable for children,” he said, letting his eyes fall closed. 

The bathroom of the presidential suite wasn't as grand as those here in Asgard, but it was far better than the one at Don's house. The more time Loki spent there, the more he noticed how many aspects of the home were in dire need of an upgrade. He didn’t understand how the man was content to live with such shabby surroundings. He heard Don chuckle and then sigh. “It's not like I have a lot of time to be lounging around anyway.” His voice was quiet, as if the heat of the bath was already working its magic. Loki opened his eyes.  Don mirrored Loki, reclining against the far end of the bathtub with his arms resting on the sides. It was deep enough that even though Don bent his knees, they were still fully submerged. Loki had his own legs stretched out, forcing Don to put his feet on either side of Loki’s so that their ankles touched. Don had his eyes closed and his head tipped back. The warmth of the water had brought a pink tinge to his skin that was creeping up from where the water lapped against his chest. Don sighed again, looking completely relaxed, his expression softened like it always was when he'd just woken up.  Loki couldn't resist the temptation. He lifted one foot and dragged the outside of his ankle along the inside of Don's calf. As he slid it back down, he watched Don crack one eye open. Loki held his gaze as he did it again, going up to the inside of Don’s knee.  Loki lowered his foot to the bottom of the bathtub and Don shifted slightly but didn’t draw his legs away.  “I thought you wanted to relax,” he said, looking more amused than surprised.  “I did,” Loki replied and lifted his foot again. He paused there, not touching Don yet, only watching Don’s gaze drop as he swallowed. Then Loki put his foot back down.  Don looked up, saw Loki’s expression, and shook his head with a soft laugh. Loki’s smirk grew. Don had figured out the game.  Don shifted again, sinking a little lower into the water and leaning his head back. When he closed his eyes, he was smiling. “We have different ideas about relaxing,” he said.  Loki let the anticipation build as he watched Don breathe in and out, then trailed his foot up that same path, going a little further past Don’s knee this time.  “I find this very relaxing,” Loki said, repeating the motion. He watched Don grip the sides of the bathtub to hold himself still.  “Of course you do,” Don muttered, but there was humor in his voice.  Loki continued to tease with slow brushes of his foot along Don’s skin, working his way closer and closer to Don’s crotch, his gaze on Don’s face the whole time. He could tell when Don shifted from simply attempting to hold still, to resisting the urge to touch himself. Loki continued until Don’s hands were trembling where they held onto the bathtub.  Only then did Loki pull his foot back completely and sit up, causing the water to slosh against them both. Don opened his eyes, looking confused at first and then relieved when he saw Loki closing in on him. Don reached out as Loki settled in between his legs, tilting his face up for a kiss. “Had enough relaxing?” Don asked against Loki’s lips.  “Simply changing the method,” Loki replied with a grin, and then set about helping Don release all that delicious tension he'd built up.

Prompts are here. Other ficlets here.

[doevoured]

the   brewed   infusion’s   earthly   air   falls   right   into   place   with   the   faint   iron   scent   carried   by   BLOOD.   eyelids   shut   close   for   the   briefest   of   moments,   her   back   facing   the   unexpected   visitor   occupying   the   couch.   creases   form   on   the   pillows   under   lottie’s   bruising   grip;   she   thinks   of   home,   civility   unlearned   &   forsaken   in   the   reconstruction   of   freedom.   yet   it   is   but   a   faint   memory,   a   fickle   visual.   [   they   tore   you,   claws   sharp   in   flesh,   out   of   paradise   —   you   cannot   find   your   way   back.   ]   so   instead   she   hugs   the   blankets   around   morana’s   shaken   frame,   offers   a   weak   smile   to   go   with   it.   ❝   you   should   rest,   ❞   lottie   counters,   warm   palm   encasing   their   cheek   in   gentle   caress,   wiping   at   the   splattered   crimson   stains.   ❝   i’ll   take   care   of   you   —   you   won’t   die   this   way.   i   promise.   ❞

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            ⤿  ₍  @doevoured ₎  lottie  matthews  .ᐟ

 HANDS  SHAKE  AROUND  THE  CUP  OF  TEA  PLACED  IN  THEIR  HANDS,  focusing  on  not  dropping  it  instead  of  actually  drinking  it  like  they’re  supposed  to.  so  weak,  so  exhausted,  so  tired,  but  they  knew  better  than  to  SLEEP  right  now.  they’d  never  wake  up,  and  they’d  hate  to  die  and  leave  their  family  behind  because  of  a  shitty  hit  job  that  they  should’ve  paid  more  attention  to  (  WHAT  WOULD  YOUR  BROTHER  THINK  OF  ALL  THIS  ?  HE  WOULD  BE  PISSED  AT  YOU,  MORANA  ).  small  smile  is  given  to  lottie  once  she  returns  with  blankets  and  pillows,  whispering  a  small  thank  you  under  their  breath  just to  be  nice,  ❝  you  don’t  happen  to  have  a  first  aid  kit,  do  you  ?  wanna  stitch  myself  up  .  .  don’t  wanna  die  this  way,  y’know  ?  ❞

[theceruleanskye]

❝ You can't hang that there! It goes by the entrance. We want the students to see it first thing when they walk through the doors. ❞ ➥ @visiongirrl ❤ for a starter

[aorticlove]

continued from here // @pipissalesman1997 .

ralsei isn't entirely sure what had come over him, his creator's little check-ins had always been a normal thing, but. lately, some things had been bothering the prince. more and more, his thoughts were being invaded by the other two heroes, the prophecy: and, the beginnings of his own fears, his own wants, taking shape. but... ✨ 'stupid, stupid, stupid!', some other part of him internally reprimands himself, 'why did you say that to him!? you really are an idiot!', it's not entirely clear ral -sei even hears the first part of gaster's reply. still, he trembles, all the same. ✨ 'is this going to be an issue? i would be happy to resolve it...', the prince freezes, as if he had been petrified, right then and there. he stares up at his creator, wide-eyed, partly in disbelief, partly in the fact of kn -owing he's completely serious. he starts to shake his head a little. ✨ " w, wait, no! i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i didn't mean it, you really don't have to do that...! " ralsei starts to speak, before he can really think. ✨ maybe, it would've been considered a mercy, to have kris and susie no longer be apart of the prophecy. but, ralsei simply couldn't have that. destroying their friendship for good, never seeing them again... ✨ the thought scares him, more then anything. he wants them close, he wants their friendship, he wants, he wants, he wants. one word rings out in his mind, to describe himself at the current moment. selfish. ✨ " p, please don't... " ralsei's voice breaks a little, as his throat squeezes, tears starting to well up from behind glass lenses. " i'll be good, i promise! i'll see this through! just, p, please... " ✨ he's kneeling now, as if trying to look more subservient, but he's grasping on -to gaster's clothes, as if a child looking for comfort, too. he's hiding his face. ✨ " i'm sorry, i, i'm sorry... " ✨

[idolbound]

I can't believe Meredith/Amelia ( @milfyclaus ) just alternate back and forth between marriage/divorce in their different AUs.

Kirkwall? Not quite marriage, not quite divorce but a secret evil third thing (Meredith goes insane).

Inquisition? 3 years and 3 months post-Kirkwall, they get back together and are more or less married after one night of raw emotions and intense missionary. (Sorry to whoever is rooming next to them ((sorry Josie)).

Veilguard? Meredith spends those 10 years shouldering her regrets but doesn't go to Skyhold, and instead becomes a Warden because that death is better than losing her mind to lyrium dementia and doesn't let Amelia know she's alive at all, so when they meet post-Weisshaupt, it's D-I-V-O-R-C-E. (once again, regret is a prison and it is set to the tune of Silver Springs!)

Modern? Long-distance relationship to marriage, including Amelia covering for Meredith murdering her family's killer and moving to the US. Married forever and always until they die.

Cyberpunk? It's a complicated corpo affair with a lot of double-crossing and internal dealings, and Meredith ends up in cyberpsychosis but, in the end, they marry and live out their life in Bora Bora.

[byeolyeou]

continued from ♡ ! ( @f0rbidd3nlove )

❝ it's nice to meet you , johnnie . i'm key . ❞ a soft smile tugs at the makeup-artist's face , her head tipping a little . ��� your friends wouldn't mind some stranger tagging along ? ❞

[doevoured]

* 𐂂₊   |  |      @dopplgaenger,      ⎛   𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴   ⎠   ⤵    ➤      ❝   the   look   on   your   face   says   there’s   more   on   your   mind.   ❞

❝   i   [ . . . ]   i’m   not   sure   yet.   ❞   the   confession   comes   unburdened   by   shame   or   guilt,   all   of   it   silenced   with   the   glimmering   fascination.   eyes   like   two   black   moons   study   each   crevice   in   the   bone’s   moss-entombed   sculpture   —   it’s   beautiful.   from   every   curve   &   bend,   PERFECTION   BLEEDS,   something   unscarred   by   the   guilts   &   aches   of   humans.   [   you   have   never   seen   anything   like   it,   ]   rings   in   distance   a   heralding   dismissed,   forsaken   in   the   little   trinket’s   allure.   ❝   where   have   you   found   it   ?   it’s   [ . . . ]   as   though   it   doesn’t   belong   here.   ❞

[dixoniisms]

@prxtectors ----- cont.

merle might have his flaws , and they might be many ( and daryl would know , having known his brother all his life ) but he isn't a bad man when it came down to it . and daryl knows merle better than even his brother likely realizes ----- they can be shockingly similar when it came down to it . he knows merle went after the governor to try and make things right . even if the group didn't fully understand , even if they saw the exterior merle put up --- the flaws ingrained from how they were raised , daryl knows where he'd gone and why .

he doesn't listen to any arguments rick or glenn or anyone else may have had for him , gathers his shit and takes off to track his brother down once he figures out what the fuck is going on . he takes his bike to where michonne had said merle had let her go , before following tire tracks just long enough to figure out just where merle had gone . he finds the abandoned car ---- the governor's men that his brother had taken down . and to his RELIEF , there's no sign of merle dead or dying ----- though for a few moments he worries the governor took him , until he manages to find a trail . there's blood , and he knows his brother probably got hurt in the altercation -- philip is a ruthless man in power .

he makes it into the woods , downing a few walkers on the way as he follows merle's trail . once far enough from the area the fight had gone down to feel safe in not being found by anyone living ---- daryl gives a whistle , one of the ones he and merle used hunting . if merle is close enough to hear it , he'll know it's him .

[divisicn]

@tristanacer asked "Sooo...I did someone a favor and they gave me this portrait as payment. Apparently, it is valuable. No idea what the fuck it is though." He held it up for her to see.

"Oh my gosh, you have a Funyarinpa!" She beamed, looking closely at the painting. The last time she saw this painting was on a cruise ship several years back. She looked towards Tristan, who looked really confused, eyes going between her and the painting. "You don't know what a Funyarinpa is?" Shiloh gasped. "Apologize to the Funyarinpa right now, you horrible horrible man."

[littlehoundthings]

@thxwxlf wanted some banter!

"Top complaint about bein' a werewolf- go."

[hands-up-radio-host]

Closed RP for @truly-quirkless

Hizashi walked into the teachers lounge and pulled out his hearing-aids, setting them on his desk before starting to rub his fist on his sternum as he walked over to the drink station to start making himself some tea, not noticing/ not paying attention to anybody in the lounge as he started rocking from his toes to his heels.

[theceruleanskye]

When Hope left the Salvatore School at 15, she never returned. There was a freedom in being home with the wolves. When Hope graduated high school, she attended college to earn an art degree. Her current project was THE LONGEST LINE, which was time-consuming given that she was doing it on a 30" x 36" canvas. Hope had asked Torunn 【 @torxnn 】 out for the day to avoid putting more work into her project and to not lose it on the twins.

❝ So the twins showed up at my door yesterday morning. . . ❞ It was no secret that Hope and the twins weren't on good terms.     ❝ It has been just under 24 hours, and I'm already three steps away from murdering them.❞     Hope says the words softly as she holds an iced honey cinnamon latte, which didn't impress her. Threatening murder in a place that holds a large human population required some sense. The twins are stressed, which leads to a hell of a lot more useless arguments. STARTER CALL

[aorticlove]

" how do you feel ... about losing your face ? " sorry moony ... it's just a classic evil of hers i couldn't resist

@atechalk // DELTARUNE CHAPTER 1 SENTENCE STARTERS .

moonflower hadn't interacted with the rest of the gang, outside of kris, much, so far anyway. he'd been hanging back, living on the outskirts of their adventure, just out of reach, observing. but this time, oh, this time--he'd been caught red-handed. the goner cornered, he blinks up at the hero of the light, tilting his head a bit. 🍰 plenty of things were said, but one sticks out in particular, 'how do you feel, about losing your face?', the ex-prince tenses, just a bit. there's a pause then, as if he's thinking something over, before... 🍰 a giggle? he clasps his paws together, excitedly. 🍰 " ah, how thrilling! what will you do with it, afterwards? will you keep it, as a trophy of sorts? really, i'm flattered! we just met, and yet... " his masked expression: a bright smile, he barely seems phased, at all. 🍰 " um, before we do that, though... perhaps we should get the introductions, out of the way?--my name is moonflower, but you may call me 'moony', if you so wish! " suddenly, a gloved hand juts forward, offering to shake, it'd seem. 🍰 the goner already knew of her name, of course, he knew many things he shouldn't, after all. but. you know, he's just being polite. " it's sooooo nice to meet you, proper, really! " 🍰

[wckdmzed]

@lightcreators. cont. MINHO & NEWT.

❝ there will never be a day where you will ever be a burden. not to me, not to anyone. ❞ he told his best friend. ❝ we worry about you because we care. because we're friends. it's something that we do, it's in our job descriptions. it doesn't matter if we've been friends for years or for months or even for a few days. we're all friends and we want you to be okay. you will never be a burden, newt. so never try to convince yourself that you are. convince yourself that you're loved and everyone cares for you. ❞ he stated simply. the incident was something that he thought about a lot and honestly, he has had nightmares about it, but he had to act as if he was alright. he didn't see it happen, he had found the other when he was on his way back, though with his nightmares, he sees it happen.

[winterbranded]

while i’m here before i go to work— like this for a general starter ! ( lengths will vary )