#beloved stab-happy fella

[glendover]

watch ghost files with me eps. 2

or watch the second episode with me <33

ALCATRAZ BABY

(you would think I know any of these places but my European ass could never I only know them through buzzfeed unsolved 💀)

actually the intro gives me ghostbusters vibes

who you gonna call? GHOST FILES!

(well that sounded way better in my head)

I mean Ryan you could always try and swim away

by daylight the island doesn’t even look that bad, I wouldn’t get spooked there

taking that back now that it’s dark 💀

bro I’m still not over the high quality of this show the budget must be so high

like good for them, I’m soooo happy

THE BLUEPRINT

the ‘the rock’ comment lmao

honestly the prison looks kinda fancy like okay

“… bc I hate myself.” It’s okay Ryan we all hate ourselves here

no shit Sherlock in the shower room you shower what a strange concept that is/j

can you imagine showering and then just getting stabbed to death, that must be one of the worst deaths frfr

showering with the ghosts <3

spirit box my beloved!!

why is the spirit box kinda working this time and not saying some random bullshit between plausible answers??

i don’t like the photo lmao, it’s really unsettling even if it were photoshopped

fondle the pod 😠

cell block tango or whatever

not Shane expecting sexy evidence 💀

“I don’t want to die.”

“And watch everyone you’ve ever loved die?” “How do you know I haven’t already done that?”

you know what maybe Ryan is the demon after all 😃

Bernard is trying, my man, give him some time

not the footsteps 😃

“World’s finest” - not the ghosts always trying to flirt with Ryan (I mean same but 💀)

not the ghost fucking with Ryan lmao

the disembodied voices tho

“yEaH 👺👺👺”

well if anyones scared then it’s you Ryan so I guess they are talking about you 🥴

now that’s a tragic love story

okay the blood licking kinda ruined it I’m taking back what I said

a jealous rage murder 👀👀

or maybe blinded by passion

“We’ve got a barber?” - why is that so funny to me 💀

purple faced fella!!

not Ryan being self aware that he will lose his mind as soon as he has to do solo investigations 💀

why is Ryan always oversharing before solo investigations

he be sitting there and suddenly he goes “I’m scared of seeing ghosts, I’m scared I die, I’m scared Shane will find me dead, I’m scared of the future.”

like baby girl calm down you’ll be fine

and Shane is in the building all sad boy hours bc he’s asking for ghosts to hang out with him but yet again no one showed up

you know what the sink face looks like? It’s this emoji 🤖

but also this guy

non of the ghosts are taking responsibility for what happened to that toilet - the silence is so loud lmao

Shane “ghost hunter” Madej: I do all of this to see historical sites without all the tourists

not someone screaming on Ryan’s solo investigation 💀

tho I have to say it sounded like a bird or something

not Shane predicting that Ryan is muttering his little mantra and then it cuts to Ryan muttering his mantra

AND THAT WAS ALCATRAZ

that’s now locked away in the ghost files

[crossover-enthusiast]

hi I'm back and I have Thoughts about FF!kevin

Hes kinda goofy? like yeah hes traumatized but hes just as deadpan as he is in the earlier episodes of the show with a healthy dose of sarcasm and a higher tolerance for Magical Bullshit. both physically and mentally.

hes simultaneously terrified of death and also relatively unfazed by it (unless it's someone he cares abt ofc). he prolly took some self defense classes after. yknow. dying. just in case. so now he carries a pocket knife everywhere plus a can of pepper spray and a flashlight when possible. dealing with the happy fella was WAY easier when he could stab back

hes really close with jaune, and they hang out a lot! he thinks of ross as a nephew of sorts. they banter sometimes. he originally met the hatzgang thru ross, and is a lot less antagonistic towards them (and vice versa)

he also met skid and lila through jaune, and although he doesnt know them too well at first he's more amicable towards the spookeez because of that first encounter!

he and streber are very much boyfriends <3 they are very happy together!! of course. the tragedies occurred. but they are still happy together after that :]

ok that's all. imma post kevin design soon :)

Slightly more badass and capable Kevin my beloved

Kevin having good relationships with the Hatz and Spookeez ALSO my beloved

Also "dealing with the Happy Fella was way easier when he could stab back" just. Sounds so funny to me

When Dexter shanks his leg Kevin pulls out the knife and just starts going to town. By the time he's done there's stuffing leaking out of everywhere

I'm looking forward to the Kevin design!! :>

[darkmatter-nebula]

Get ready for the third (and final) part of the story about the Tangled-esque Universe in the "Lost But Now Found" AU Multiverse, also known as Colliverse, my dear fellas! Let's get ready to rumble! 😃

Drabble: Tales From The Multiverse - The Lost Prince (Part 3)

"Thank you so much, Colli! My dream became true, thanks to you!" Hunter wrapped his arms around Colli and cuddled him close to his chest. The small starboy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold couldn't be happier to hear that.

"I'm so happy that I could help you, Hunter. And I'm so happy that you came into my life." The kindhearted eternal little boy had a very sweet smile on his adorable multi-colored face as he cuddled close to his new big brother.

"You can't imagine how happy I am that you came into my life, Colli." Hunter whispered softly as he pressed with infinite tenderness his forehead against Colli's. Colli couldn't hold back his tears of joy as he intertwined his fingers with Hunter's.

It was quite obvious that these two, in a very strong brotherly sense, were meant for each other. "Disgusting..." Belos, who was still watching from afar, whispered. He hated this display of an unbreakable and unconditional brotherly love.

Suddenly, Hunter's stomach grumbled. "I'll get you some cake. I'll be right back!" Colli said with a bright smile as he floated into the direction of the baker. "I'm already counting the seconds." Hunter whispered, the blonde boy's magenta eyes were filled to the brim with love and adoration.

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About ten minutes later, Hunter was getting worried. What the blonde boy didn't know was, that Belos put Colli with a very powerful sleeping spell into a deep slumber. The man then decided to confront Hunter.

"Hello, Hunter." Belos spoke dangerously calm. "F-father! I can explain!" "Explain what? That you were disobedient? Wake up, Hunter! This boy doesn't care about you! He didn't come back because he abandoned you!" Belos lied as a manipulation tactic.

Deep in his heart, Hunter knew that Belos lied. But the blonde boy decided to return to the tower with him. 'Oh, Colli... am I going to see you again, my beautiful little Sunshine?' Hunter thought with a heartbroken expression.

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Meanwhile, Colli woke up. The immortal celestial boy was concerned as Hunter disappeared. A nice old lady told him that his beloved big brother was taken away by a man. Said man had icy blue eyes. Colli's concern grew, and he immediately floated up to fly to the tower, not knowing that something terrible was awaiting him.

As for Hunter, the blonde boy's hair didn't have a braid anymore. Belos also removed the flowers out of his hair. A few minutes later, Hunter was thinking about the mural again. Then, he came to the realization that he was the lost Prince!

He decided to confront Belos about it. "I am the lost Prince..." Hunter whispered wide eyed. "Ugh! Speak louder, Hunter! I don't like it when you're mumbling!" "I am the lost Prince! Am I right, father? Maybe I should stop calling you that."

"Oh, Hunter. What a shame. Looks like I have to be the bad guy now." With this words, Belos tied up Hunter with a thick chain and shackles. "Hunter!" Colli's lovely voice was clearly audible. Not that much later, he floated through the window.

Colli immediately used his magic to free his beloved big brother. Before Hunter could hug him, Belos stabbed Hunter's greatest treasure with a dagger! It was painted in Colli's dark blue blood. "NO!" Hunter was devastated.

Normally, Colli's injuries healed up in no time, but Belos stabbed him through the chest, aiming for his heart. Colli's natural regeneration was slowed down when his heart was hurt. "Please, let me heal him! I promise that I'm never going to disobey you ever again when you let me heal him!" Hunter begged.

Belos hesitated, but then he allowed it. Before Hunter could sing the healing incantation, Colli used the last bit of his strength to create a blade with his magic that was shaped like a crescent moon. Colli used it to cut Hunter's hair before he fell unconsious.

Belos was furious! He charged at Hunter and Colli, but thanks to Flapjack, he tripped over the long hair and fell out of the window. "Colli... please wake up! I can't imagine a life without you!" Hunter couldn't hold back his tears of despair as he hugged Colli tightly.

"Please don't cry, big brother." Colli whispered. He finally began to recover. "You are my new dream, Colli." Hunter cried tears of joy as he began to shower Colli's sweet face with lots of soft and loving brotherly kisses. Flapjack was just as relieved and nuzzled softly Colli's freckled cheek.

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Caleb and Evelyn couldn't believe their eyes as their lost son finally came home. The King and the Queen immediately wrapped their arms around Hunter and cuddled him close. Evelyn pulled Colli into the embrace as well.

The kindhearted starboy was adopted by the royal family. Hunter couldn't be happier about the fact that his Little Angel was legally his little brother! Colli and Hunter became the most inseparable pair of brothers the Kingdom ever had seen. Not one single second they were apart from each other.

The End

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

[girlwiththegreenhat]

portal. go

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): i have two favorites perfectly tied but one of them has other opportunities for this meme so i will do the other one. chell. chell my beloved. nothing stops this woman. she survives the death trap of a facility that is aperture, twice. she can talk but she chooses not to out of pure spite. i know it’s a video game and giving up is counter productive but when her bad situation is the worst its ever been and she wakes up at the end of the miles-deep elevator shaft in the ruins of old aperture... she gets up. and she keeps going. “tenacious” is one of the few things we know about her, and i admire that so much. 

and after the ending, if anyone can make the best out of a post-combine world, it’s her. she’s free and she deserves that.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): wheatley in the first half of the game is 100% my little scrunkly my little bastard orb my little fella that i balance on my face for as long as i can Without Fail Every Time when he pops off his stupid rail because he asked me to catch him but god dammit i have no available hands. he’s an idiot. he talks too much. he likes going thru the Funny Tubes in ch5. wheatley my friend wheatley from portal 2 2011 valve corporation :)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): does doug rattmann qualify for this, the funny painter man living in the walls who you never actually meet but you see the remnants of him in his dens. he does so much actually and i think about him a lot. there are probably people who have played both games who don’t even know his name but it’s his spaces that contribute one of the best elements of the wrongness of aperture, and it’s amazing how you can feel so connected to him and appreciative of him and you literally never see the guy. if it weren’t for him chell wouldn’t have gotten out of the facility at all. i always get so wrapped up in the environment that when i find his spaces i have to Stop and think about him, look at them. appreciate the paintings even though they’re the same every time. sit n listen to exile, vilify, maybe cry a little.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): the companion cube counts as a character and it counts for this category specifically because every time i get my hands on that thing my mood increases and i get legitimately excited over a metal box with a pink heart painted on it. it’s in a chamber that takes like, two minutes to complete if that, in each game. it has no dialogue. it sings if you get really close to it. iirc it’s existence is a parody and guess what, i’ve fallen for it. LOVE that box. i have The Box in real LIFE. LOVE that box. ... also the curiosity core. that lil dude is baby. i think it’s funny how you have to incinerate both of these characters

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): wheatley gets to go twice because of what he does in the second half of the game. he’s a little shit. stabs you right in the back and given that he was Made to be stupid, by god, is he. ... and yet. he’s too endearing. he’s the new Big Bad and he’s horrible at it. he’s just... stupid. really stupid. i Get what it’s like being set up to fail and i can’t help but feel sorry for him?? i wouldn’t unironically call myself a “wheatley apologist” he definitely did Bad Thing (Which Was Bad) but i find the concept of him getting a chance for redemption and taking it really interesting which is why i like Blue Sky so much. he is my problematic fav and absolutely a pathetic little dude as well but i want him to be happy. i’m gonna play basketball with him real quick before he gets to be though.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): this is the only prompt i got stuck on so you know what i’m putting All the cores into an actual plinko machine, even glados. except space core. space core has done nothing wrong, ever, in his life.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): cave johnson is going straight to hell just for what he did to caroline. she makes me sad, man. so naturally his Other Crimes makes him a perfect candidate for superhell.

[blackypanther9]

Part 30 - Prices

Loki's POV....

I was shocked. She didn't lie. At first I thought she was... I am a monster... I killed my own father, who actually loved me...

Your POV....

The next memory was the war on Midgard. The Frost Giants fled back as they saw that they were too weak. I was standing in the study of Odin, he sat in his chair. He sighed.

"We will attack Jotunheim in 3 days. Laufey won't guess that we would come and take away their casket. And if Laufey behaves I will let him live and just strip him off his powers."

"Then it is decided. I will make the warriors ready.", I sighed.

I was about to walk out.

"Destiny ?", Odin said, I stopped.

"Yes ?"

"I am sorry. I know he was your best friend with Jackson, but he did a crime."

"I know Odin."

"I just wish to know why he did that."

I froze up.

"I...I..."

'Should I tell him ? I would fall into Laufey’s back if I did... I need to do something... At least for his son...'

"I have no idea, my King.", I said and walked out.

The next memory...

I sat in a room, I guess that was my own. I meditated on my bed. We all saw my vision I had.

I was in Jotunheim fighting. I needed to kill. I didn't want to, but I had to. Suddenly I had a ice spike go through my chest. I died. I saw darkness, until I saw a little Frost Giant. Laufey’s son. I saw him getting 5 years old and then die.

"NO !", I screamed and opened my eyes.

I panted and looked around my room. I was crying.

'What do I do ? I need to save him, at least the boy.'

Then my mind snapped. My eyes sparkled.

'I have an idea. I just need him out of Jotunheim. If I manipulate Odin good enough, then he will take him and raise him.'

I frowned more.

'I am so sorry you two, that I need to separate you... Now I need to prepare a letter.'

I stood up and went to a desk and chair. I took a pen and started writing...

Dear Odin,

My King, if you go deeper into the temple, you will find something special. It is little and blue. Take it with you, please. It is such an innocent little sweet thing. Take it with you and raise it like your own. But please... when it is 6 or 7 years old, tell it the truth. Tell it, it is a Jotun. This is my last living wish of you. Please don't make me sad. Do this little thing a favor and take it with you. I will miss you all, but I hope I will return one day.

~ Your beloved General

~ Destiny Andrea Dust ~

As I was finished, I folded it and hid it.

'Now I need to go to talk with Frigga... I hope she will help me. I have the feeling that he will need Frigga the most. Don't worry Dest, she will surely help you... One day... I will reunite you two. That I fucking swear. To death.'

Next memory....

I was in Frigga’s room, I waited for her.

'Calm your nerves Dust... She will help you, you can tell her the truth. She will keep the secret and help. If I tell Odin he would do things to them, I wouldn't want...'

The door opened and closed, I turned my head and saw Frigga.

"Destiny ! You scared me. Stop your Mischief, you bad woman.", she joked.

I chuckled.

"Sorry Frigga. But we need to talk. I have a problem..."

She frowned.

"Tell me child."

I took a deep breath.

"I can't tell Odin all that. Before I start, promise me that you won't tell Odin anything, okay ? He would kill me and maybe the persons too."

"I promise, Destiny."

"Okay... I know why Laufey did, what he did. He told me. That was 3 weeks and 4 days ago. He was awaiting a son. He must be 4 days old now... The realm, Jotunheim... 60% of it can't be used. Laufey said there are living monsters and beasts, which nobody of them can kill. There where they live...they are too many and the food isn't enough. The beasts and monsters are also coming closer to them. He is worried about his son. He could die after his birth of anything and everything. The most of the Jotuns starve themselves for their kids and women. His wife didn't have enough to eat and with that, the little Frost Giant, will be much smaller than he should. That is his death."

"So...he just did that for his son. He wanted to save him. He needed another planet to have more habitats. Why didn't he ask for help ?"

"He was too scared that nobody would help him in time. I would have needed 8 years to convince Odin to help and the boy will die there with the age of 5 years. But I know how to save the boy’s life. But for that, I need you very much. I need you to do me a very big favor."

"And that may be ? Talk to Odin ? Dear, for that it is too late now."

"What ? No ! I need you to be a great Mother to the boy. I beg you Frigga. My plan won't work without you."

"How should I play his Mother ? Odin will kill him."

"No he won't. I...Frigga I will die in war and that will be my last wish. That he takes the boy here. That he raises him like his own, with Thor. Frost Giants aren't heartless. I saw Laufey cry about his son. He is scared of losing him. But if we take him here, he will grow up. He will live. He has a chance to live ! I need you, for the boy."

  Frigga smiled.

"Well...If the boy comes here, I will, of course, raise him like my own. I love kids and Thor would be happy to have a brother. The most time he would be lonely anyways. Maybe they can entertain each other."

I smiled and giggled.

"Something tells me, that they will with time. At first they will and then they won't and then again they will. They would be great together. Imagine them fighting side by side some day. They would be unstoppable. Can't wait to see that.", I said.

"Me neither. ....", Frigga told.

"What is it Frigga ?"

"How should we name him then ? I can't think about a name."

"...I have such a feeling, that he will be one for Mischief and Tricks... Why don't you call him....Loki ? Loki Odinson. I think it sounds great."

Frigga looked at me. She smiled.

"Loki. That name is perfect. I love that name. He shall have this name. But why do you think he would need me the most ?"

"Odin will probably raise and treat Thor better than Loki. I mean Thor is Odins and your biological son and Loki is then just adopted. The most people and most men, mistreat adopted kids. They mostly realize it just then, when it is too late. I need you to fight for Loki. Please. Always safe him, teach him magic, be there for him. Frigga I really mean it. He will be such a sweet and innocent child, he deserves love. He deserves to live long. Please...give him this, all of it."

She smiled at me.

"You really like the boy, do you ?"

I blushed.

"I....I promised Laufey to safe his son's life. But yes, I also like the boy. I can tell Loki will be something special. I mean he will be from Jotunheim, but grows up in Asgard and learns everything about it there. Something also tells me that he will bring much good. How...I can't tell tho..."

Frigga smiled.

"I will raise him, protect him, teach him and love him, like he is my own. I promise you that. Until my death, he will be my son."

I smiled at her and let tears fall. I hugged her and she hugged me back.

"Thank you Frigga. You are the best friend I ever had."

"You are welcome."

"One more thing..."

We pulled away. Frigga looked at me.

"What ?", she asked.

"If he wants something, which belonged to me...give it to him. Loki will need it more than I did. But never tell him about me. I have a feeling that I will meet him again. I don't want him to know me. You can tell my legends but instead of telling my gender and name...put some other in the story, who is already dead."

She nodded.

"I will. I promise you."

"Thank you Frigga. I need to go. The war against Jotunheim begins any moment. Be prepared. Loki will come today...and I will be dead. We switch places. I will come back, that I swear to you."

She teared up. She hugged me once more.

"I will miss you. I will wait for you. Do you want to say goodbye to Thor too ?"

"I would love to, my Queen."

We went to another room and I saw a little sweet boy. He turned and let his toys fall. He stood up and ran to me to hug my leg.

"Destiny !", the little boy yelled happily.

I smiled, got down and lifted him up.

"Hey little fella. What were you playing Thor ?"

"Bear fighting against rabbit ! Rabbit won !"

I smiled at him and hugged him.

"You will get a little Brother Thor."

"I will ?! YAY !"

"His name will be Loki. Be nice little one, okay ? He is one year younger than you."

"I am big Brother !", he giggled.

"Yes, you are. I want you to watch out for him. Frigga my Queen, can you always remind him on that ?"

"I will.", she said smiling.

"I will miss you all."

"I will miss you too !", Thor said.

I smiled and sat him down again.

"Until next time, little fella."

"Bye !"

As we went out I turned around to look at Frigga.

"See Loki as a...prototype. A replacement of me. And it could be that I will change my name to Luciella Dusk. If you ever hear that name, it will be me. Just don't tell anyone."

"From where do you know that ?"

"I just do. Trust me Frigga. This next time...it will be a lot different. I love you very much. You are my family."

She smiled and I smiled a sad smile at her. I opened her door.

"I need to go now... Until sometime, Frigga."

"I will wait for you, Destiny."

I smiled, walked out and closed the door.

Last memory...

I was fighting in Jotunheim. I killed and saved. After some time I saw Jackson. He was surrounded by Frost Giants.

"Jackson !"

I ran to him and got into the circle. I fought and fought. I didn't even felt someone behind me, until I heard someone gasping. I turned around and saw Jackson stabbed down.

"NO !", I screamed.

I killed all Frost Giants with an energy blast. I got down and held Jackson in my arms.

"Jackson stay with me ! You hear ?!"

"I..I do... Dest...I am scared. Am I....going to....die ?"

I saw his fear. I looked around and saw a guard.

"No not today, Jackson. Hey ! You !", I yelled.

The guard turned to me and ran to me.

"Call Heimdall and bring Jackson, as fast as you can, to the healing wing. NOW !", I screamed.

He nodded, took Jackson in his arms and disappeared in the Bifrost.

'Now it will happen any moment... Okay... Put a spell on yourself to stay 3 minutes longer alive...'

After I put the spell on myself I got stabbed in the heart. I fell to the ground.

"Serves you right, Dust !", a Giant spat at me.

"No ! Destiny ! Welnem, you idiot ! I said don't kill her !", I heard Laufey scream.

I heard footsteps coming closer to me, fast. I felt arms around me.

"Dest ?! Destiny ! I am sorry ! I didn't want to kill you ! You were my best friend. Please stay by my side. Wake up... Please...", Laufey said.

"L-Laufey... It's o-okay... Fight Odin... You...can't help me anymore... We will see each other again...I swear. Just you wait..."

And with that I played dead. He shook me.

"Destiny ! No ! Stay ! Destiny I am sorry !", I felt tears falling on me.

He sniffed. I felt him letting go of me and ran to the temple after he said with a cold voice...

"I will fight Odin. And then I will kill Welnem for you as revenge. That I swear to you."

After I was sure he was away, I pulled out the letter and put it on my sword. Then everything went black.

'I am dead, again. I am sorry...Laufey, Loki, Thor, Frigga, Odin and Jackson... I am so sorry. I hope...you, Loki and Laufey, can forgive me one day... I will be back. Sooner than you think. I swear.'

End of memories...

Part 31

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