#pixy temptation

[bunny584]

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20-something. Pisces. Lover girl. Pager in one hand, scalpel in the other. Silly little stories somewhere in between. JJK-centric but an absolute sucker for a moody brunette (in 2D and 3D). Mostly NSFW / Mature content. 18+.

Cute lil messages encouraged, Asks/DMs always open 🤍

anon icon list: 🪢🫧🦊 🧸🐯✨🫐 🇫🇷 🎀 | anon pet names: angel, sugar , Trans Guy Anon, Babbling Anon

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OBSESSED: The world’s hottest 2D cast is smitten with you & this is how they behave (spoiler: it’s unhinged) Pick your poison:

Nanami: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Geto: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Gojo

Shoko & The Boys: Part I, Part II, Finale ୨୧ Choso

Yuta: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Itadori ୨୧ Fushiguro

Toji

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Heaven & Hell (AO3): Think murder boyfriends, sweet girlfriend. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Ongoing

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A Girl With No Name: Think manic pixie dream, Frat/Euphoria AU. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Complete

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Turning Tables: Think how the boys act when you give them a gift. Complete.

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For I Have Sinned: Think Priest Geto needing deliverance from temptation..or does he? Ongoing.

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Jujutsu Kaisen’s Anatomy: Think what if the world’s hottest 2D cast…were surgeons? Ongoing.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Salome!

"La Belle Dame sans Mercy" ("The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy") - A ballad by John Keats

"The poem is about a fairy who condemns a knight to an unpleasant fate after she seduces him with her eyes and singing." please

This screams Knight!König x Fairy!Reader to me.

I just know König would gladly die by the hand of such an ethereal being.

"She looked at me as she did love, and made a sweet moan."

"And sure in language strange she said—'I love thee true.'"

That’s it. Thank you.

I swear this artwork kills me everytime I see it....

Ok this became the silliest fairytale ever 🩷✨️

CW: Historical AU blending with mythical/supernatural AU. König being a dreamy mess of a knight who doesn't fit in "normal" society. Reader is part of faefolk. Heavy Arthurian Romance vibes.

König returns to the castle one day. The son of a great liege lord, a warrior through and through, but some people say he should’ve been a poet: so dreamily he looks beyond the battlements at times, sighs after drinking too much wine, stares off into dark corners of the room while tending to his sword and armour as if he can see little pixies dancing there.

His siblings sometimes hit him on the back of his head, or wave a hand over his eyes when he’s about to slip into the fairy world, a forgotten plane that is not supposed to reach the castle. But the castle stones were taken from the moors and the woods, the old land not bending to the priest’s will no matter how many crosses they brought here. Fragile souls are wanton prey for the elves and the fairies who would take them to their land the moment they drop down their guard, and only prayer and fasting hold them at bay. In the fairylands, there is no toil or sorrow; the food is golden honey and wine, the dance and love everlasting, and the fae girls more beautiful than any human maid.

It sounded too good to be true, and it was: God had created men to work and women to give birth, and all the land was theirs to use and cultivate, it was not made to simply run and frolic upon. Some say that these were just old tales and that Christ would banish these creatures away, turn the land to yielding crops and tame firewood.

But some still believed.

When he was a child, the mighty son of the feared lord took porridge and almonds to the woods. “For the fairy people,” he said with bright, trusting eyes. Stole food from under the mistress’s nose, and no one ever dared to say anything about it.

But when this nonsense carried on to adulthood, people had to intervene. There was work to be done, war, harvest and building, and no matter how many coins this man paid to the visiting bards, it would never turn their stories true.

His arm was strong and his strike was true, but his head seemed to be filled with dandelion wine, even when he hadn’t been drinking. Sighed after this maiden or that, wished to travel to foreign lands, courted every nobleman’s daughter who visited the castle, but no one ever took him seriously.

This man had to watch how lady after lady chose some other valiant knight as their husband, some men whose heads were not filled with fairytales and dreams. They did flirt with him, for who could’ve resisted the temptation of making this giant a little sweaty under all that armor? Armor that demanded plate for two people, and a smith who had the talent to forge such a beastly thing.

Nevertheless, he was always left without a warm embrace, and so he was usually found outside, looking at the full moon or spending time in taverns, choosing the company of thieves and rascals over his serious kin.

And now he has returned from the woods, having been gone for months.

People thought he had finally left to fight for some other lord, posing as a simple footsoldier, a disguise that would relieve him of his tedious duties as a knight. Or to court some “lovely peasant girl” he always talked about – such talks were usually crushed by his father, demanding him to be sensible for once in his life.

But he doesn’t prattle about peasant girls now, nor does he ramble about screaming ships at the bottom of the sea. He doesn’t hold a speech about forgotten stone circles in the forest, the ones that already grow moss. No, he has finally lost it completely.

His eyes are wild, as is his hair; his armour is nowhere to be seen, and his sword is without its sheath. He doesn’t talk about what he saw in that forest to anyone, nor is he willing to tell where he has even been these past few moons.

He seems very shaken when he’s told they were worried he wouldn’t make it to the May Day feast, and asks for how long he was gone, drives a hand through dishevelled hair when he hears that he was away for three full months.

“Three months…” he mutters to himself, then leaves to his room, the huge sword dragging against the stone floor as he goes. He has always, always made sure it wouldn’t dull, but now he’s treating it like it’s become a part of him, confused and lost.

He doesn’t eat, hardly speaks after that.

The food tastes like ash, he says, and the ale tastes like bile. But the following evening, when his mother orders someone to pour her poor son some more wine, he looks up helplessly like a child.

“I have to go back,” he says.

A clamour arises, huffed exclaims of “What on earth is he on about” and “Sir, you only just got back!” His father rises from his chair and orders him to stop this nonsense at once. But this time, there is no embarrassed sweep of hand through hair, no red colour that rises on this peculiar knight’s cheeks. His lips only make a thin line before he rises as well and leaves the hall with a weight on his shoulders and dark determination in his stare.

At the stables, a stout Moorland pony and poor stable boy get to witness the drunken bawls of a forlorn knight. The wine sack almost slips from his hands to the dirt as he slumps against the timber of the stall, distorted face coming to rest against a wide, shaky palm.

Luckily, a friend of his knows where to look, and the stable boy sneaks into the shadows, slightly scared of the sorrow of such a big, intimidating man.

But even the companion who always listened to every enthusiastic story since they were kids and ran across the moors, throwing little rocks at his father’s soldiers and laughing when their helmets made a funny clinky sound, can not understand the drunken babble that comes out of König’s mouth this time.

He starts from the middle, which is highly unusual, and talks in strings of sentences that don’t make sense. “She was real, I just know it,” he repeats, over and over again in the middle of confessions about how beautiful she was, how her hair was like the softest spun yarn, her body incredible, naked and wild when she came to him. That her laugh was like the chime of little bells or the sound of the loveliest harp, a song on its own when she walked to him.

She was fascinated with his sword, especially the pommel and the handle interested her, and the curve in the middle of the blade she brushed with her fingers as if it was an entire vale.

He had never seen a woman touch his sword like that… They were never interested in such things, but she was, and she asked him so many questions.

Had he ever felled a tree?

Did he like squirrels?

Were his thighs as hairy as his chest?

She took him down the river, or he followed her; he can’t remember. Her step was so light it didn’t make a sound, and the moss seemed to turn brighter every time her little foot stepped on it. Her hands were tiny too when she wrapped them around his neck, pressed her body against his, and kissed him until there was nothing left of him: no helmet, no sword, nothing but sun and her, her hands and her lips.

Her mouth was still on his when she whispered she didn’t like his armour because it was so hard and rigid and cold, oh, she wondered if there was a man inside there at all.

So of course he showed her.

She giggled at the sight of him, especially his thighs, knelt down on the moss to see how hairy they were.

And would you believe the way she touched him then? It makes him heady even now…

Yes, he took her. But not the way a man takes a woman. She came to straddle him and laughed again, and the things they did together… He can’t even speak about them, but he knows the sun always shined when they rolled on the grass. Her giggles and moans surrounded him, her soft little thighs were stronger than they looked, her breasts so round and soft, so perfect he swore he had gone to heaven.

He bathed in her, with her, all day long. And the nights… You wouldn’t believe the nights: there was song and dance and more giggling women, and also a man dressed all in leaves, so big and thick he first thought he was a tree. An old king, she said, nothing he should worry about. And the wine tasted like summer and honey and gold; it was red, perhaps, but also like sea amber and sun…

She fed him flowers and laughed, caressed his face and said he’s the biggest and hairiest human she had ever seen. She let him lick honey from her fingertips and caressed him with heather and ivy, opened her mouth before feeding him a soft, sweet piece of cake, showing him how he needed to open his mouth as well if he wanted it on his tongue.

She kissed the crumbs from his lips and trailed a finger down his chest, all the way down, until…

Oh, he can’t talk about it.

It was better than he ever even imagined: better than the stories they tell in the taverns. It was like his wedding night, over and over again, it was like he was Lancelot, and she was his Guinevere.

No, no, she was not an enchantress, although everything about her was enchanting... All the stories came alive with her, even the moon was bigger than anywhere he’d ever seen, the deers ran past them while they made love, and the birds sang even at night.

He told her he loved her, but she didn’t know what it meant. When he explained it to her, she looked at him gently, so gently…

He cried from joy then, but she never mocked him. She only said it’s a sign that he’s hers. That he will never forget her. She said he’ll always find her, even when he’s old: she will make him young again. He’s welcome here if he wants: she has so many places to show him.

He thanked all the saints for having found her, Saint George and Saint Mary first, but stopped when her little brows furrowed with sorrow. Her eyes, filled with starlight and love, turned so sad that his heart couldn’t bear it, not for one beat.

The sea is far wilder here: he should come and see the ocean as it was at the dawn of time. The ivy is so strong you can use it to climb the trees and see the whole world from atop the tree, the whole land, covered in forest, such as it was before humans came. There’s no smoke or fire or war: just green everywhere, wild rippling streams and honey bees and berries and fish for everyone who ever feels hungry... They can make love day and night, and she’ll teach him all the songs of old. Humans only remember bits and pieces, but she knows how things really happened, she can tell him everything about heroes, kings and queens.

She said she wanted to sleep, and so he took her from the feast and laid her on the grass… She might’ve sung to him, he can’t remember, but it was like an angel’s caress all over him, somber and sweet before the dreams took him, a dream within a dream.

He slept for ages, it seemed, saw so many dreams, each more beautiful than the last until he woke up and saw that the forest had turned grey.

There was no maiden in his lap, no dance and song in the distance, no scent of flowers and dreams and springs to be found. The sun was up in the sky, but it didn’t paint all the colours with gold or fill the streams with light. The forest was half dead to him, just old, thick trees around him, a green-grey forest floor and a shaggy squirrel who chirped and squeaked at him as if it was his fault that the fae folk were gone.

He searched for her, called for her, but she didn’t answer, and how could she have? He didn’t even know her name. He only knew how lovely she felt, how soft her hair was when it fell to cover him like a veil, how adorable her sighs and tiny little gasps were when he filled her, over and over again.

His armour was nowhere to be found, and his sword was somewhere downstream, half covered with leaves and dirt, rusty and beaten by the wind. It was early spring when he came here; the land was still barren and grey, but now, everything was green. Still, it was not the green he wanted. It was not the green that filled his vision entirely, bright, blooming green that pulsed with lush joy. It was just… earth and grass and dirt.

So you see, he has to go back. He has to find her, whatever it takes. She promised he could always come back… She promised…

He cries once more, head bowed and mighty shoulders trembling from the force of his sorrow, and it is no use to tell him that the fae folk are evil. That they’re from the Devil and only want to make good, decent men like them forget. Forget their duty, their laws, their Christ.

It’s no use to tell him that it is not natural, the place he has seen. No doubt he has been somewhere, but it cannot be anything good… No man can survive on flowers and spring water for three months; they cannot frolic with the faeries for days on end without losing their mind and soul.

And König is already lost; he was lost since he was a child, rambling about how he received flowers, sticks and stones as tokens of the faefolk’s gratitude because he brought them food.

He tries to tell the boy who never grew up, the mightiest man in this kingdom, the dreamiest knight there ever was, that he needs to return to the real world. No fae woman would have him as a husband, they are only after his soul. But surely some human lady would take him into her bed, think about it, for God’s sake, please... He has duties here, people who love him, his father would make him a lord if he only put himself together. What kind of knight would abandon his sword, helmet and armour for the sake of an elf who despises the saints...?

But in the morn, König is gone.

His rusty sword is on the floor, the wooden cross taken off the wall. There lies a honeycomb and a flower on his window, a blossom so sweet it cannot be plucked from any field around here. Too exotic and bright, especially when placed atop the rough, grey stones, it looks like it could never wither from how beautifully it blooms.

The peasants now tell a tale of a man that haunts the woods: a huge giant dressed all in green, donning a leaf cloak of some sort and a beard that grows ivy. But they say he is not evil: he only shows himself to hunters who are about to fall a deer, or children who remember the land with little gifts.

Old men say they saw a green man when they were kids and brought bread and milk to the faeries, they swear to this day they saw a man who greeted them with a smile. And when they looked again, there was nothing but a tree where this giant stook, a young oak, sighing with the wind...

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Gale-isms v2.0 because I said so

- Gadzooks! that surprised me

- I've always been quite fond of a good stew, myself. Both over a book and in my belly! Ha. Fill the mind, fuel the body. You see, the word 'stew' versus the definition of 'to stew' is- hey now, it's rude to walk away when one is mid conversation-

- As my mother always used to say, 'Stop That'.

- Careful! Pixies and be quite pernicious, and this one's petulant rage is palpable

- I have one. Onion. One-ion. What meal am I to make of this.

- Don't tell me, you tried to use that scroll without me. *sighs*, alright, alright, come on. Let's get you cleaned up. And next time, leave it to the wizard, will you? I'm rather more learned on the execution of such spellwork and I do prefer you with all your limbs attached.

- Ah, crabapples, I've singed my robe.

- Ooh! Ooh! Look! A Library!

- My talented tongue has tangled with thaumatergical divinity, I'll have you know. And she was quite pleased with my performance, at that.

- Temptation and I go way back, never was so great at resisting. A futile endeavor, one might say.

[kitelledoodles]

As promised, our vote runner up: Jubilee! ✨ Give me a superhero with a pixie cut anyday!

I started sketching this before any of the others I think, but it’s been through a whole bunch of redraws.

If all goes to plan I’m gonna rock a Jubilee costume to London Comic Con in the autumn - I think I can definitely bring that slightly hyper energy without too much effort! That being said, since I dyed my hair red the temptation to dress like some sort of girly Gambit has been *pretty* strong

[moronkyne]

Redacted character and what I think their favorite music artist(s) are.

or artists I relate to them

Asher Talbot -> Fall Out Boy, Twenty-One Pilots, Panic at The Disco

Morgan Kyne -> Micheal Jackson, Djo, The Beachboys, The Temptations, Billy Ocean, JVKE, The Smiths, The Jackson 5, The Walters

Blake -> Tyler The Creator, Nirvana, Pixies, Peace Cult, The Front Bottoms, McCafferty, Hotel Books

Lasko Moore -> Ricky Montgomery, Glass Animals, Arctic Monkeys, Rex Orange County, AJR, The Neighborhood, Fish in a Birdcage

Freelancer -> Sleeping at Last, Alec Benjamin, Lizzy McAlpine, The Happy Fits, Jukebox The Ghost,

Huxley -> Remi Wolf, Phillip Phillips, Imagine Dragons (deez n—)

Gavin -> Chase Atlantic, Gorillaz, Ayesha Erotica, Odetari, Childish Gambino, Doja Cat, D4M $loan

Damien -> Hozier, Noah Kahan, Mitski, Lin Manuel Miranda, Laufey

[wait-this-isnt-itunes]

one day - a playlist

Features: Love And Affection - Joan Armatrading // Temptation - New Order // I Know - Fiona Apple // These Days - Nico // Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap // Storms - Fleetwood Mac // Here Comes Your Man - Pixies // The Promise - Tracy Chapman // Thinking About You - Radiohead // Lilac Wine - Jeff Buckley // + more

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 13 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 14

Summary : Your life takes a drastic turn as family secrets are revealed.

Warning: 18+ dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, masturbation, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, miscarriage , divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

Time carried the ability to change in the brink of a moment and you had never understood the importance of it until now. At the hospital you paced back and forth as your mother was admitted after she had fainted, she had been stressed for a while and finding out about your relationship with Daemon as well as your father's affair with Stella was too much at once for her.

However she was okay and that was a relief, as you watched you mum and dad having a conversation all you felt for your father was anger and you knew you didn't want to be there any more. You couldn't even look at him the same way without feeling disgusted.

“Can you take me home?” you asked Daemon but he didn't even look at you as he answered you.

“Don't think your father would appreciate that”

“I'm an adult Daemon, I can go home with whoever I want and he can't do anything about it”

He nodded as you said that and obliged, you were hurting and he didn't want to add to it..

On the drive back home none of you said a word, he could sense your anger towards your father. When the truth of your relationship with Daemon came out you were worried about disappointing him but now you were disappointed in him. You had looked up to your father as a perfect man who despite all the temptations he received because of his status stayed loyal to your mother but it was all lies.

He was a good father to you, always had been but he wasn't a good husband to your mother, sure he treated her well all her life and loved her but like Daemon had said before he didn't respect her enough to not cheat on her, atleast not that night when he chose to fuck his best friend's wife.

You looked at Daemon and you felt a sense of resentment towards him as well, he made you break things off with Cassandra which you were grateful for but then he forgave your dad after what he had done to him?

About an hour later as you stormed inside his room he was on the bed icing those bruises your father had given him and for a moment your anger towards the situation melted. He was alone, he got hurt by the people he trusted and loved the most and still carried the strength to open his heart for forgiveness, not just that but he also protected your father's shameful truth from your mother and you all these years when he could have spilled the truth for revenge..

“Sit down pixie, I need you to calm down”

You walked towards the bed and sat down as he said that and then you chuckled,

“Were you calm when you found out that your wife chose to fuck your best friend and your best friend didn't resist her either?” his jaw clenched as you said that as if he was reminded of the moment he had figured that out.

“No i wasn't calm and I'm not asking you to not be upset but I need you to trust me when I say this that you'd need to forgive your father, it's all in the past anyways” the way he just wanted you to get over it made you even more upset.

“Yeahhh. Past? Who's to say Stella was the only one?”

“She was ..trust me she was the only one”

You got up from the bed as he said that and turned towards him so he was facing you directly, you wanted to look into his eyes while he spewed such bullshit to you.

“I need to know the truth, the whole truth, he was your best man, he was your best friend then how could he do this to you?” You asked him but words came out all choked from your own tears, this is why he never wanted to tell you the truth, he wanted to protect your feelings, you looked up to your father, he was your hero but that would change now.

“Remember that last trip we took?” He asked you so you nodded in response,

“I took your mum for a tour of the city, she slipped and hurt herself so I took her to the hospital since your dad was at the hotel busy with some calls he had to take. Stella was there too...she didn't want to come with us .. I don't know what happened but your dad told me that they both went to the bar together for a drink and got to talking, then she made a move on him”

His voice was devoid of any emotion as he said those words as if the event didn't even affect him anymore. You did remember the day, you didn't want to go anywhere that day so you had just stayed in your room all day long.

“Ofcourse she did but did he not remember that he was fucking married and had a child with his highschool sweetheart?” you asked him, your voice was full of contempt.

“I'm sure he did but not in those moments, they were drunk, she started to flirt incessantly with him, that's what she does apparently, telling him things like how handsome and rich he was becoming with every passing day” your expressions turned to one of disgust as you thought about the situation

“Your father was a good looking man but somehow he always felt insecure, especially when he wasn't who he is today, your mum was the only woman to have loved him like that and when a tall beautiful woman like Stella started to flirt with him, in his drunken state he couldn't resist her. That's what he told me, he was not proud of what he had done, he was a fucking mess when I confronted him, he tried everything he could to make me stay but i didn't. I couldn't, so he begged me to keep you and your mum away from this, told me that he couldn't lose you two as well” you scoffed as he finished his words.

“But he was okay with losing you and he kept us in the dark and for years he allowed us to make our own perceptions regarding you and you're here trying to protect him for all his wrongdoings” you turned around to storm out so he grabbed your arm and stood up to pull you closer to him,

“I'm not turning blind eye to his mistakes y/n” there was a look of anger in his eyes, he wanted to get through to you and for you to lean into him for support and not run away from him when you felt hurt and betrayed.

“But you want me to forgive him?” You asked him so he kissed your forehead which made you chuckle again “Well took you ten years to do the same and you won't even give me time to be upset and angry?”

You took yourself out of his hold and turned around to leave for your room, you couldn't be around him if he was going to behave like this.

“I took ten years because I had the luxury of time, you don't y/n..your father won't be around for long”

You halted in your steps as he said that. You wanted him to take his words back but there was a sinking feeling in your gut, as you turned around to look at him, there were tears in his eyes and fear in yours.

“What did you say?”

He walked towards you and grabbed you by the shoulders to pull you closer to him, your eyes looked up at him shocked and confused so he cupped your cheeks before he spoke again,

“I didn't just come back to repair my relationship with your father or settle back in London, I came back because he begged me to do so and you don't ever deny a dying man's wish, you never ever do that”

You looked at him with a look of shock splattered all over your face, mouth stayed open in surprise as you processed the information.. this can't be real right because it indeed felt like a nightmare. How could your life take such a drastic turn so suddenly?

“He made a mistake and ruined my life, I forgave him but i didn't forget and I don't think I'd ever forget what he had done to me that night but I am choosing to forgive him for all those times our friendship wasn't tarnished and ruined by his lack of self control, for all the good times we had with each other, i forgave him and came back and I'm so glad that I did because it led me to you and you have become the most important person in my life now”

You burst into a fit of cry as he finished his words so he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly to console you, he didn't want you to spend the night alone with no one to comfort you.

“Take your time pixie, I'm not asking you to forget everything but when you fall asleep tonight think of all those cherished moments your father gave you and how happy he had made you all these years”

After a while when tears refused to come out you looked up at him and pressed soft little kisses on his bruises. He was a gem of a person, he was the true friend perhaps your dad didn't even deserve in his life, he threw it all away for a few moments of fun but Daemon was right, your father had given you the best life and had supported all your life decisions, no matter how ridiculous they were. He had loved you and your mum, there was no denying that.

“I'll forgive him if mum does, i won't forgive him if she won't”

“She would.. sweetheart”

“What's wrong with him?” Your eyes welled up again as you questioned him about your dad's illness. Suddenly it all clicked, the random trips and Daemon insisting you to join the family business and to learn from your father while he was here, everything connected.

“Carcinoid tumor, your father is being treated by his trusted doctor in the states, he didn't want to get treated here because he was trying to protect you from the truth for as long as he could”

All those trips they were taking together suddenly made complete sense and the reason why he went all out on your birthday this year. You still didn't want to believe that your father was severely ill, he had all the money in the world, he'd be okay right?

“Mum knows about this?”

“She does “

“He'll be okay though right?”

He hugged you again as you questioned him with such innocence and didn't say a word in response. Maybe he didn't want to lie to you and tell you that your father would recover when there was 50 percent chance that he wouldn't..

“Sleep with me please..i don't want to be alone”

“Shhhh sweetheart I'm right here” he picked you up in his arms and snuggled with you until your sobs had quieted down and you had fallen asleep.

He knew your father wasn't pleased about this development between you two but there's nothing he could have done now.

The next morning as you woke up Daemon urged you to go see your parents and talk to them. So that's what you did, you thought your mum would still be angry but when you entered their room they were talking normally with each other, maybe she had made peace with it because he was sick but your heart still broke for her.

She sent your father out of the room because she wanted to talk to you in private and as soon as he was gone you put your head down on her lap and clutched onto her, your life had turned for the worse in the past twenty four hours and you didn't know how to handle that. There was your relationship with Daemon, then the truth about Stella and your father and now you had to deal with his illness as well. It felt too much at once so you just cried and cried some more.

“Your father told me about you and Daemon” you sat up as she said that “He's not happy” you chuckled as she said that, no you wouldn't allow her to turn this around. Your relationship with Daemon wasn't wrong.

“Ohh you think I'm happy about the secret he kept from us and the secret you two had been keeping from. Me?” you asked her so she shook her head.

“It's in the past, I don't care anymore, he told me that she was the only one he ever fucked up with and i believe him” you looked at her shocked at the calm demeanor she had right now because she had collapsed last night after learning about it “Our marriage was going through a tough phase at the time, you know i miscarried plenty of times and it drove us apart for a moment..your father wasn't the only one who was unfaithful during the time” she looked down as she was ashamed of herself in that moment and you got off the bed to get away from her. Liars, everyone was a liar in your family.

“Please don't tell me that you and Daemon –”

“Jesus Christ no y/n..he had always been like my little brother”

She interrupted you before you could finish that sentence and you breathed a momentarily sigh of relief but then reality of the situation hit you like a rock, your parents' seemingly perfect marriage wasn't so perfect after all it seems.

In all of this commotion the only person who came out looking innocent was your Daemon, that sweet gentle man was like a blessing and nobody appreciated him. He got hurt and he had no one to lean on to at the time. How did he deal with such a betrayal? How did he have the courage to forgive Stella and move on with her?

“I don't want you to be cross with your father because of me..I'm sure Daemon told you about his–”

“Yeah that he's dying ..yeah” your tone was casual, not because you didn't care but because you felt extremely numb at the moment after everything you had learned since last night.

After your mother you had a chat with your father as well, the reason why he urged you to join the family business suddenly and why he brought Daemon back to guide you was because he was dying slowly. He wanted to feel at peace when it would be his time to leave so he really needed Daemon to forgive him and he didn't trust anyone except Daemon to teach you right from wrong when it comes to business but of course he didn't anticipate that things would take a romantic turn between you two.

“I made the move, he wasn't at fault here, sure he felt something for me but I was the one to take a step towards him, he just didn't want to keep hurting me, he's not a pervert, he's not sick and he didn't come back to take revenge from you so the next time you see him I need you to apologize to him because after everything he had done for you he don't deserve to be treated this way”

Your father cried along with you and as soon as he broke down and hugged you suddenly you felt the wave of grief coursing through you, you didn't know how much time you had with him but you knew it would never be enough. He was young still and he had a full life ahead of him that you knew he wouldn't get to experience.

“Y/n I have never asked you for anything in my life, but I want something from you”

As your father pleaded with you, you felt the similar sinking feeling in your gut that told you that whatever would come out of his mouth next would only bring you pain but then you don't deny a dying man's wish right?

As you took heartbroken steps towards Daemon that night you knew he'd probably resent you for hurting him this way but you felt helpless.

One look at you and Daemon understood what you wanted to tell him, you didn't even have to use your words, he had a similar conversation with you father, last night he thought he'd have to leave again. But this morning your father begged him to stay with him but then he also begged him to spare his only daughter, she was young and she was the sole heir of his legacy, he wanted her to find a man that would be there for her forever and not someone so much older that she'd have to spend her older years all alone with a broken heart.

He still needed Daemon to be here and guide you but as a mentor only and probably as an uncle that he was supposed to be.

As you clutched onto him and cried he just held onto you and didn't say a word, he waited for you to speak to him because he'd have done whatever you wanted, in that moment all that mattered to him were your wishes. If you wanted to fight for him then he'd have done the same but he'd also support you if you wanted to grant your dying father's wish.

“I can't lose you Daemon, not again, not after the way you have made me feel..I can't lose you.. i love you” you sobbed into his arms as your fingers clutched around the fabric of his silk shirt.

“You won't lose me, I'd be here I promise, no matter what happens I'd be here with you ..i promised that I'd never leave again so I'm going to fulfill that promise”

Your cries only worsened as he said that, he was ready to do whatever you needed even if it brought him pain and misery in return.

“You don't deny a dying man's wish you said”

“Mmmhmm”

“He wants me to end this romantic relationship with you”

“I know”

The look in his eyes was enough to indicate that he understood what you wanted to say to him.

“So that's it then..i should lose you because he wants me to? Isn't it enough for him that I'm losing him that i have to lose you too?” you asked him between your tears so he kissed you softly and longingly because he knew it would be the last time he'd get to touch you like that.

“You won't lose me Pixie, you'd never lose me again”

And he wasn't wrong about that but he wasn't right either, you broke both of your hearts that night and things sped up at the work front.

You were suddenly dropped from the intern position and were made the CEO of your father's empire, a position you weren't prepared for at all, but as promised Daemon was there with you, he was working for you now, under you if put precisely, and though you were higher on the chain he was the one guiding you, he was sticking up for you in every board meeting, he was pushing you to do your best. The nine to ten hours you spent at work somehow didn't feel so grueling when you had Daemon and his comforting presence around you but as soon as you came back home you were hit by the wave of overwhelming sadness and grief.

Sadness regarding your father's deteriorating condition and grief for losing the love of your life.

Daemon wasn't any better, sure he spent most of his time with you but having you so close yet so far was detrimental to him, he couldn't talk to you like he used to before, your relationship became strictly professional with him, sure you two lived in the same mansion but you both avoided bumping into each other to not bring each other even more pain because every time you looked at him you wanted to kiss him and tell him that you missed him more than anything and everytime he looked at you he just wanted to take away all your pain, hold you in his arms and kiss you all night long.

Life had changed so drastically in the past month that you didn't even recognise yourself anymore, it felt as if you had grown ten years in a few weeks and had to bear the responsibilities of your father on your shoulders.

You felt overwhelmed and anxious all the time, Daemon noticed that too so one morning as he knocked on your cabin to get your signature on some papers he noticed how lost you looked, you didn't even read the papers so he put his hand on yours to stop you from signing.

“Rule number one, always read the documents before you sign them” you looked up at him as he said that and as you saw that small soft smile on his face you couldn't hold back your emotions anymore, you broke down in tears immediately.

His smile faltered as well at the sight of you, you were too young and it was too soon for you to handle these responsibilities, sure he was there to help you and your father was doing his best as well but a burden was just that, a burden.

He walked around the desk and placed his palm on your upper back as you sobbed into your hands,

“Get up darling” he mumbled softly so you immediately stood up and hugged him as tightly as you could. This is all you have been doing these days, crying about everything but you felt awful, perhaps you'd have been more driven if your dad had not put that condition on you regarding Daemon because you really needed him especially now that you knew sooner or later you'd lose one of you parents and there was nothing you could have done about it.

“Shhhhh it's all good darling ..you're doing your best, just take deep breaths for me now can you?” He cooed gently and you didn't even need to do that because you felt so much better just by being in his arms

“It's too much ..I don't think I can do this” you looked up at him with your tear filled eyes so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. He didn't know if you were talking about your professional situation or whether you were hinting towards your broken unfinished relationship with him but he knew he had to uplift you.

“You can do this..I believe in you”

“What if I can't…what if I can't do this” his brows furrowed as you sniffled like a child, his own eyes welled up.

“Then I'll take you far away from here ..all you have to do is ask..that's it” you stopped crying as he said that. You knew that wasn't a choice you could have made, you won't hurt your parents like that, he knew that too, but having an option to opt out of everything and elope with him was nice. Having him put you over anyone was comforting even though you hadn't done the same for him.

“Okayyy..okayyy thank you” you mumbled softly so he smiled and made you sit back down.

Perhaps a good cry in his arms was what you needed to move forward and it worked for a while, sure he wasn't completely yours anymore but you still had his love and you gave him your love in your own ways but then one night as you came back home from work you found the woman you despised so much lounging in your parent's house.

You never wanted to see her again but there she was, hugging the love of your life as if he belonged to her.

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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[biowhore]

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dom!Gale x bratty female sorcerer Tav

Context: Gale and Tav have an argument about magical theory, and things get real tasty.

Content: Smut, lemon, porn without the plot, oral (both), orgasm denial, prostate stimulation, restraint, PIV, inappropriate use of mage hand

“Am I truly so beneath you?” he purred.  “Well, you could certainly be beneath me right now,” she purred back. She wasn’t subdued just yet.  Gods this vixen. He was pulled back to her by the temptation of her resistance, taking her mouth with his again. He groaned into her mouth, “You wicked, wicked pixie.” He licked into her mouth and bit at her lips, his hand angling her head for him.  She managed to break free of the kiss, “Come on, Gale, finish what you started,” she compelled him.  He answered her with confidence, “I do not quite believe that I started this, but I will finish it.” He stepped back again and surveyed his capture with keen eyes. 

*the POV switches between Gale and Tav randomly so it might be a little confusing. I'm playing around with third person and perspectives

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There was quiet, only the sounds of their gusting breaths, eyes unwavering from each other, neither willing to make the first move. So they didn’t. They did it together.  

Gale and Tav rushed at each other, colliding with startling force and hands and teeth. Gale gripped the back of Tav’s head and took the first kiss, all clashing lips, panting breaths, and dueling tongues. He commanded her with his mouth, bowing over her slightly, and the lightning that shot through her in response was startling. But she loved it. They’ve had their squabbles to be sure, but she’d never riled him quite this much. He was entirely dominant in the moment, and she realized that he was pushing her backward. Her back hit the wall a moment later and a feral grin snuck across her face in between his raging kisses. She must prolong this; it was just too good.  

“You’re still wrong,” she insisted on panting breaths. 

“It is my specialization. You are quite literally ignoring the fundamentals of the concept.” He scoffed, pulling back from the kiss while his hand further tightened at the back of her head. “Why will you not concede that my knowledge and experience surpass you in this?” 

“Guess you’ll have to make me.” 

His eyes widened in pure bewilderment, then that fire she’d stoked came roaring back. With frustration ladening his voice he growled, “You are so- so crass, stubborn, arrogant-” 

“And better than you.” 

He pushed Tav against the wall even harder, and muttered something she couldn’t catch during the distraction. Now, now, she tried to say, but no sound emerged from her mouth. The bastard silenced her! 

He smirked as the realization crossed her face, “That’s quite enough of your depraved mouth.” 

She returned the grin; He’d remember after this that she didn’t need her mouth. Her hand reached between them and gripped the front of his trousers, feeling the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of this exchange, despite the tone of his words. Her hand squeezed, then stroked his hardness through the fabric. Gale’s eyes flickered and that grin faded, and he lunged forward to take back her mouth in those furious kisses. Perfect, she thought, Gods, he’s so perfect like this.  

Gale distantly thought that he was less in control of this interaction than their positions would suggest, but the taste of her flooded his mind and drowned out all thought save for his anger and lust. Her hand stroked him through his trousers and his hips moved unbidden against her palm, seeking more sensation. He must be the victor, he was right, and those smug smiles on her face, UGH. It only sent him into a frenzy when he knew he was absolutely in the right here. Her hand squeezed slightly at his head and a shudder rolled over his back. No, she can’t win, he thought. Stepping back after biting her lower lip, he quickly uttered an incantation that had spectral hands gripping her wrists and ankles. Her hands were raised and pinned to the wall above her head, her ankles gently tugged so her stance widened for him.  

Taking a moment to savor this view of her, he flicked his wrist to remove the Silence spell and asked, “Comfortable?” 

Tav’s breathing had kicked up, and she was panting unabashedly from the powerful arousal of being restrained by him. They’d never done anything like this together, and she was quickly finding that she really, really, liked it. What else would he do? 

She pointedly looked at her hands and feet, “We’re a bit past cordiality, no?” 

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” He huffed. 

“Maybe I want you to.” 

He chuckled under his breath and rolled his eyes, giving a subtle shake of his head as he crossed his arms, “Back to the point: just admit that you’re outclassed.”  

“I’m never outclassed, wizard,” Tav smirked. Oh, he was really going to hate this next part. “You’re just jealous that I can feel it in my bones, and you’ve had to study yourself into the ground to get even that far.” 

It wasn’t anything Gale had not heard before, so her goading rolled right off his shoulders. But he was beginning to understand this game and how to play along. He lunged for her again, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other diving under her robe and between her thighs, rubbing firmly in circles at first then backing off to feather light brushes of his fingertips against the fabric of her underwear. He felt her tense and then she attempted to chase his fingers with her hips, wanting that firm pressure back. She bit her bottom lip, a teasing visual for him as her teeth sunk into that pillowy softness. He replaced her teeth with his, sucking on her lip and then trailing down her neck with biting kisses. He smiled triumphantly as he heard her first moan in his ears, keeping his mouth on her skin and sliding his fingers underneath her underwear to coast across the hood of her clit, never giving pressure, only the ghost of it.  

Her hips bucked against him, and he tutted, “Behave, or I’ll restrain you further.”  

She let out a gasping second moan, as if that was exactly what she wanted. Oh yes, he understood perfectly how to play this game now. He removed his hand and deftly unclasped the front of her robe, opening it wide, and unlacing the sheer slip clinging to her curves beneath. He pinned her hips against the wall to still her, then resumed those biting kisses over her shoulders, her collarbone, between her breasts and finally to her breasts themselves. The tip of his tongue circled around each nipple, and he sucked mercilessly on each one, long pulls that gave a popping sound as he pulled back. She yelped loudly but he continued his path south, licking down her ribs. His tongue found her navel and dipped inside, causing her to squirm and writhe the hardest yet, and he gave a dark chuckle. He lowered to his knees, stared up at her with an impish smile, and bunched her slip around her hips. He slowly lowered his mouth to her sex, tonguing her clit through the fabric of her underwear, feeling her muscles tense as she stifled a whine in her throat. Backing off again, he deftly ripped the waistband of the fabric and tore it away from where he wanted his mouth, finally giving her the pressure and friction that she ached for. His wrist flicked and the hands gripping her ankles widened her stance even more, allowing him to delve his tongue into her plush channel.  He sucked at her velvety folds, lapped at her clit teasingly, and dipped his tongue back into her. A realization that he loved to tease her tickled the back of his mind, but the forefront was consumed by the way she tasted and how she was crying out freely. Her hips were pitched forward, and her cries became higher and higher, and then he stepped away suddenly.  

“Not yet,” He commanded. A soft glow emanated from his fingertips as he spoke a low incantation, pressing those fingers to her sex. They were icy cold and would halt her climax and numb her slightly. “Not until I say.” 

A long, low groan burst from Tav’s throat as he stole her impending orgasm from her, ending in a half-heartedly wrathful growl, “You bastard,” she gusted with each breath, “You bastard... bastard...” 

The back of her head hit the wall as her strength failed her, now completely at his mercy, or lack thereof. Her legs shook and her head swam with the shock of being so close to tipping over the edge, only to be rudely yanked back. She watched his face under her lashes as he stood and admired the mess of her he’d made, his chin tucked between his thumb and forefinger.  

“Am I truly so beneath you?” he purred. 

“Well, you could certainly be beneath me right now,” she purred back. She wasn’t subdued just yet. 

Gods this vixen. He was pulled back to her by the temptation of her resistance, taking her mouth with his again. He groaned into her mouth, “You wicked, wicked pixie.” He licked into her mouth and bit at her lips, his hand angling her head for him. 

She managed to break free of the kiss, “Come on, Gale, finish what you started,” she compelled him. 

He answered her with confidence, “I do not quite believe that I started this, but I will finish it.” He stepped back again and surveyed his capture with keen eyes. 

“That mouth of yours really is quite vexatious,” triumph in his face as he began shifting the spectral hands to change her position. Her knees bent and she lowered to kneel before him, the hands at her wrists pulling back so that her chest was slightly thrust forward. “Perhaps I’ll give it something to worry over,” he uttered lowly while unlacing his trousers.  

Her cheeks ignited with a great anticipatory flush, her mouth flooding with saliva at the sight of him above her and the feeling of her hands behind her back. She watched avidly as his fingers deftly unlaced the front of his trousers, pulling them and his underwear down to his thighs, releasing himself. Dutifully, she opened her mouth for him, waiting patiently. He took her chin in his fingers and set the tip of his cock on her tongue, “Good girl,” he grinned, then slid himself into her mouth. She moaned around him, watching his face as he slid in and out of her mouth, pressing her tongue to the underside of him and flicking gently. A crease between his brows formed slowly as his pleasure increased, but he still moved slowly. She sucked him as he pulled away and flicked with her tongue as he moved forward, and frustratingly wished she could use her hands to encourage his hips. She wanted him to lose his control and use her mouth as mercilessly as he denied her orgasm earlier.  

An idea sparked in her mind. He wasn’t the only one who could be merciless, and again, she didn’t need to use her hands, or her mouth. She continued to watch his face, watch that crease in his brow. Her lashes fluttered closed as she concentrated on her magic, grinning inwardly to herself. She felt the well of her power answer to her will, as easily as breathing. Right now, Gale should be feeling a new warm pressure sensation around his prostate. She’d done this for him before, but certainly not with magic. She felt his hips stutter, and she opened her eyes to see that crease in his eyebrows deepened, and his eyes honed to hers with a knowing spark. 

“Oh, you...” he started and trailed off, the pleasure taking his words. 

His hands flew to her hair and the back of her head, moving earnestly in her mouth now. She opened her throat for him, taking breaths on his retreat, squeezing and sucking around him as he thrust into her throat. Small tears were forced into the corners of her eyes, but she loved every second of it. Seeing him lose composure and chase his pleasure, using her however he wished. She focused on her magic, continuing to stimulate him with her mouth and her mind. His breath gusted out of him above her, and suddenly her hands and feet were free. He’d apparently lost concentration, and she took the opportunity to grip his thighs and pull his hips forward, sucking his cock deep into her throat. He groaned, and she dug her fingernails into his flesh, relishing the feel of him. She moaned around him again and moved a hand to his sac, massaging there as well as inside him. She heard a growl above her and the next she knew, she was gulping air as she was pulled off him by her hair, her back thudding against the floor and his mouth stealing her air again. Her hands grappled for purchase in his shirt, and his hands lifted her hips as he slid home inside her and began slamming into her. She cried out with pleasure and victory, a feral smile on her face as she nipped at his lips and moved her hips to meet his. Their cries were loud and uncaring, and she watched his face as he lost himself, sweat beading on his brow, his chest heaving as he rutted into her. He leaned his forehead against hers and groaned against her lips, “Come. Now.” 

The command in his voice was all it took for her, and her climax barreled up her spine, wrenching a scream from her throat. He slammed fully against her and paused, shuddering bodily, a groan to match her scream emanating from his chest, his muscles taut under his skin as his own orgasm stunned him with its force. Their strength fled them all at once, both collapsing. Gale barely had the presence of mind to shift some of his weight onto his elbow to avoid crushing her completely, still resting his forehead against hers.  

After a few moments of only the sounds of them catching their breaths, he rolled them to their sides. They gazed at each other with sated, slightly surprised smiles across their cheeks. Tav traced their finger across Gale’s brows, and Gale squeezed her hip gently.  

“What were we arguing about?” Tav asked, a little slur in her words. 

Gale chuckled, “I haven’t the faintest idea.” 

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

I found clips of angry Gale and was... inspired.

This was supposed to be a fun little drabble to take a break from the other stuff I'm writing but I had a little too much fun with it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

How are the AGS+ZC preparation for Halloween costumes and decos? Have they shipwrecked decorated the SOLDIER's floor?

Halloween Planning On The SOLDIER Floor

• Angeal is organizing the decorations, coordinating the setup and pumpkin carving. He's telling people where to put the jack-o'-lanterns, making sure the candy bowls are filled, and hiding the skeleton someone dressed in a red coat and ginger wig in a closet before Genesis sees it.

• Zack is hyper-focused on scaring people. Every time you see him during the month he's donning a Halloween mask, waiting behind corners, jumping out from behind doors, hiding in closets and—"hey! what's this skeleton dressed like Genesis doing in here?"

• Sephiroth is trying to survive the month without giving into temptation and consuming his body weight in candy. He's struggling. There's candy bowls everywhere he looks and someone's always offering him a halloween-themed baked treat.

• Lazard is on Sephiroth watch. He's twice walked into the SOLDIER lounge and caught Sephiroth eating his way through a candy bowl like popcorn. He feels terrible for reprimanding him for something so innocent. He understands that Sephiroth was never allowed any sweets as a child and was taught to turn his nose at things with no nutritional value. Hm. Perhaps he's being too hard on him and should—"SEPHIROTH STOP SNORTING THOSE PIXY STIX YOU'RE GONNA HAVE AN EMBOLISM!"

• Genesis has his hands full. He's on the company Halloween party committee and in charge of organizing the costume competition. Not to mention that his dear friends left the planning of their group costume entirely up to him. You can find Genesis holed up in his office arguing with caterers over the phone or hunched over a sketchpad brainstorming costume ideas. And when he's not doing that, he's going after Angeal and Sephiroth trying to convince them to agree on his outlandish costume options and—

Genesis: WHY IS THAT SKELETON DRESSED LIKE ME???

Zack (with his arms around the skeleton): LEAVE ME AND SKELESIS BONESODOS ALONE.

[youngbelieverstrawberry]

Katarina rina

Stella cardo

Zazie skymm

Connie carter

Lena Reif

Queenlin

Chole Taylor

Terry Rubens

Marica Chanelle

River Fox

Ruby temptations

Sophia Traxler

Alice wayne

Julia Boin

Haley Cummings

Michele james

Octavia red

Mila Azul

Kira queen

Hazel moore

Kimberly Simon

Tina Ray

Nene Tanaka

Nikky Dream

Jazlyn ray

Jessica Robbin

Alexa black

Angel princess

Alyx star

Nala brooks

Simon kitty

Stella fox

Zhang yunxi

Lady lyne

Clary

Siyaora

Riley reign

Giselle palmer

Kylie page

Violet Myers

Jazlyn Ray

Rae Lil black

Blair Williams

Aria Taylor

Michele james

Lola sin

Blair Williams

Emily Addison

Brandy renee

Hailey Rose

The gorillagripy

Myla angel

Emily Right

Lauren Philips

Shae summers

Molly jane

Taylee wood

Roxxie sinner

Serena salgot

Jessica starling

Keisha grey

Bella Breeze and

Ariana shine

Lola bredly

Skye blue

Jennifer gold

Faye Reagan

Sensual jane

Anna Blaze

Moerelline moore

Miu Arioka

Honoka Tsujii

Rara Anzai

Maria Nagai

Harmony heart

Laura Dickens(sheril blossom)

Lauren pixie

Ava sinclaire

Ava black

Jasmine wilde

[stalkerofthegods]

Loki Deep dive

Signs he's reaching out- seeing the Snaptun Stone, Large numbers of spiders, Fire seeing his symbols and things that remind you of him in a dream, a close brush with danger, Dreams of Loki speaking to you, Repeated appearances of any of the animals related to Loki, sudden obsession on him or seeing things related to him that you wouldn’t regularly notice

Days & holidays! - Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Yule, Sep 5 UPG (tumbler meme devoted to him day) , Julaften, Saturday, April fools, Lokablót

Equivalent- logi  (the personification of fire), Prometheus, Tantalus, Jesus, Pan, Cernunnos, Dionysus, anasi, Bacchus, Lugh, Hermes, Mercury, Elegua, Eshu, Prometheus, Veles, Coyote and Crow

Dislikes- in my experience he wasn’t a fan of Hermes, he doesn’t like Heimdall (Heimdall kills Loki ) 

Married- he is married to Sigyn! (the goddess of Victory)   Also, Loki’s first wife (Angrboda who was a Jotun ) taught Loki magic, later he devoured her heart because she was an ‘evil’ witch.

Zodiac- Aries and Gemini 

Siblings - Blood Odin, Hellblindi and Balyestyr

Devotional- volunteering to help survivors of trauma, helping with orphanages, and those who are in need, laughing at yourself.

Animal - Coyote, Salmon, Snakes, Foxes, vulture, Quiscalus quiscula, wolves, serpents, cats, falcon, butterfly, raven, flies, dragons, spiders.

colors - yellow , green , red, pink, neons, purple, gold, silver, Black, violet 

offerings - Candy, Atomic Fireball (he loves alcohol ex- tequila, rum, brandy, and mead, but he does get tired of it beacuse it’s offered so much), Pez, Pixie Sticks, cookies/pastries, caramel apples. Speaking of apples, He loves red food (ex-Red Velvet) He likes things with a lot of pepper spice, or even just the peppers themselves (habaneros seem to be a favorite), good whiskey, bread, knives, whatever reminds him of u, also baked goods, or anything really, you can give him just sugar or just food, whatever says “LOKI!!”, he also loves caffeinated drinks!, he likes cinnamon, chocolate, Tobacco, weed, cheesecake, especially with berries,  old granddad brand of alcohol, and hard cinnamon flavored or spicy liquor, and spicy runs and mulled wine! Carmel golden apples!  He also loves Nutella, I would recommend giving whatever you think he would like, he likes new things I heard.

Number - 13  and Kaunaz, Naudiz, Thurisaz, number 3, The Berkana rune, 

Planet- Pluto, Dark Moon

To do in his honor  - Inner Child work, Llaughing at yourself, Accepting that no one and self is perfect, and mistakes are okay, Feeling all of our feelings, drawing, coloring, singing, dancing, being creative, working with children or the elderly, collecting and sharing jokes, going on a walk, get lost, go on an adventure with friends or fellow outcasts, go clean up a local park in his honor, do something ur scared of, joke in their honor 

What he favors in devotes - Passion and drive, inc stubbornness, a go-getter, hunger for life, child like playfull Ness

God of - Celeverness, change, Creation, Cunning, Divine, Discovery, Humor, knowledge, sex, Seduction, shapeshifting, trickster (mischief), wit, truth,  temptation, the hearth, nature. 

Patron -outcasts (black sheep), earthquakes, changing cycles of the moon, nature, fire itself.

his weapon- Lævateinn

Herbs - daisy, mistletoe, Lavender, Patchouli, Cinnamon, Clove, Hemp, Holly, Mistletoe, Cedar, Juniper, Elder, “yellow rattle” plant, lokasjóður, “Loki’s Purse” (a plant), Loki oats, wild oats, birch, alder, mullein, acorns, Aspen trees (UPG)

Preferred coffee- very very sweet. (I also heard he likes mocha) 

Remind me of him - smiling, laughter, dancing, knives, horns, flowers, trees, flies, foxes, rings, black nail polish, masks, spiders, red hair, cat eyeliner look, eyeliner, blue eyes, plastic toys, nature 

Blessings - sharper knives (be careful they may be blunt one second and then sharp)

Tarot- The magician, Wheel of Fortune, the sun, the devil, the tower, the magician, 

Signs - spiders, vultures, snakes, seals, foxes, flies, wolves, Dandelions, coyotes 

Alter decorations - boats, kids' toys, anything listed here really.

Scents - He likes cinnamon, mulled wine, cotton candy, and peaty whiskey and yew, but nothing strong or overwhelming or alluring and anything too feminine, he also dislikes super masculine colognes. He likes Pine, cinnamon, sugar & spice, honey, and wild berry incense and dragons blood incense 

Animals• Fox, spiders,Flies, salmon horses, vultures 

Crystal• Volcanic and Sulfurous stones (ex. Obsidian Gypsum, Hematite, etc.)((is associated with tectonic activity)), pyrite (fools gold), color-changing stones, Bloodstone, Xlead calcite, Sunsgone, Stones associated with the air element, red stones, Stones of any other color you associated with Loki (ex- red Jasper, Garnet, Carnelian, Ruby), Stones that scream “LOKI!!”, but mostly - Red Jasper, Amber, Garnet, Goldstone; Plastic, Acrylic, Glass, Gold, Bronze, Silver, Magnesium, Orange calcite, hematite, fire agate, onyx, etc.), serpentine, fire quartz, smoky quartz, pyrite, multi-colored/color-changing stones (labradorite, fluorite, alexandrite, bismuth, etc.), carnelian, and tiger's eye, kambaba jasper, prehnite, garnet, green aventurine, malachite, and petrified wood, Yellow calcite

Symbols•fox, Knox, web, Tangles, snakes, Flies, salmon, horses, Mistletoe, (I've also heard vulture, hawk, skull

Names•known as sky traveler, Ve, or, father of monsters, Flamehair, “that bastard” (UPG), Lie-Smith, Sly-God, Shape-Changer, Sly-One, Lopt, Sky Traveller, Sky Walker, Wizard Of Lies, and Loftur and I'm sure there's more. (I’ve accidentally called him Taco Bell before myself.) 

Mortal or immortal • immortal, but has apples to live longer, suspected the Apple effects last YEARS (like more than 100+ years. Because he is not “old” or dead yet, and in mythology, they take it to stay young and live forever.) and ragnorok

Vows/omans• Blood brother with Odin, Loki swears oaths that he will devise a scheme to cause the builder (of the wall of the asier home) to forfeit the payment, whatever it may cost himself.

Morals• He's morally grey 

Personality• understanding, and fast going, can be jealous and has a quick temper.

Fact• He had a wife before Sigyn and he is in a cave until Ragnorok. I also heard he like farts a lot. And sends spiders, so beware, he made spiders in Sweden mythology 

Roots• Norse mythology 

Appearance in astral or gen• red hair and fair skin but not too red or too fair. Also, blue eyes I think or green. Or anything at all really.

Children- Hel, Jormangandr, Fenir, Sleipnir, Vanir, Narfi, (from sigyn) Svadilfari,  and Einmyria and Eisa (with Glut.) He also ate a woman’s heart and bore the first witch, some say also a HUGE cat. 

Season• the month of Gemini and Aries 

Status• God and Yotan

Element- Fire, air, nature.

Personality- Loki is not always the most mature and can sometimes act like a toddler. Also chaotic Neutral. he is not an omniscient Deity, but true to his word.

Parentage • The tree Lufey and farbauti

Prayers•

Flame-hair, your soul burning into the night, Throwing caution to the wind And casting the die of fate, Teach me your fearlessness. Lie-smith, your sharp words like daggers, Cutting through illusions to the bone And revealing the reality we refuse to see, Teach me your clarity. Silver-tongue, whispering carefully veiled truths, Sowing shrouded mystery in your wake, And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. Gift-Bringer, recognizing all the overlooked, Giving rightly earned reward where it’s due, And in turn, blame as well, Teach me your justice. Scar-lip, ending silence in the face of injustice, Grinning down at the outcasts And rallying your voice with theirs, Teach me your anger. Pain-holder, accepting your punishment, Embracing the consequences of your deeds, And taking the fall of those who are weaker, Teach me your resilience. World-breaker, harbinger of chaos, Spitting fire upon the stagnant And carving the spear of change, Teach me your courage. Cruel-striker, slanderer of the gods, Burning the inefficient and stale, Revealing potential in the ashes, Teach me your insight. Sly-walker, throwing your mischievous grin about And casting laughter into the darkness Where before there was only despair, Teach me your joy. Shape-changer, manipulator of all walks of life, Confidently adapting to every situation, Commanding the strength of any form, Teach me your cunning. Hearth-fire, warmth of my heart, Your arms a sanctuary where none is found Light and life of the home I can always return to, Teach me your nurturing. Sky-treader, ever true to your wild heart,Letting none even try to contain your spirit As free as the sky itself, Teach me your passion. Hail Loki, And thank you, my God, For everything you bring to my life.I love you so.

- by @klawl

Links/websites/sources •

Links I recommend - 

Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and the hard cold truth, even tho he may be cold, he is wise, and charming in many ways.

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[voyeur-clairvoyant]

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"Because it's not actually supposed to be about love at all. It was kind of changed, but let's talk about it: See the Lover's card is actually about choice. A card of choice"

YOU WHAT?

Hahsahs with all my love for Erica but what?? There is this LITTLE misunderstanding about the Lovers card that originates way back in many "Marseille style decks":

(Tarot Pierre Madenie & Tarot Jean Noblet)

You can see a man standing between two women and who appears to be Cupid with his arrow.

Many readers had an "AHA!" moment and affirmed that the card in fact was not about love but instead about "choice and dilemma". It seems that he is undecided about choosing between these two ladies...

But unless you're Oedipus there is nothing to worry! Because the woman on the left is his MOTHER, ready to bless the new couple. Her crown speaks of wisdom and maturity instead of the flowers on the head of the young girl. This is not a card choice because even the man has not free will at all! Cupid decided for both of them.

Look at older representations of the card:

(Visconti-Sforza, Budapest and Minchiate. Again, Love/Cupid blessing a couple. Here the Mother is mising but the core concept is the same: Love)

A lot of stuff got lost with the new and fast printing methods that allowed a massive production of decks, misleading us into this mistakes.

Now, I'm surprised that while she isn't even reading with a "Marseille style" deck, she ended up in the same wrong place. The Lovers' card in the RDS deck has many changes, maybe the most important one that the couple ilustrated is Adam and Eve, in Garden of Eden.

And even when the Genesis story has an element of choice aka "the Apple", the card itself is about THE LOVE between this two not the temptation or the expulsion or anything else. (And to be fair, the damn choice was MADE. That's the fucking point! That Eve made in fact the decision and Adam followed her! THEY DIDN'T WAIT AT ALL hahahah).

GODAMNIT!

But yeah, let's ignore the name, the myth it is illustrating, the TRUMP it represents and let's focus on this: The damn asymmetry of the mountain and other DETAILS.

(Btw, let's take a minute to appreciate Pixie's [Pamela Colman Smith] art. The deck is a mess but her style? She was on fire!)

[muzaktomyears]

A few weeks before my earth-shattering discovery Dot was also to have her happy world turned upside down. On the night in question we were going about our business in our rooms as usual. Dot had just washed her hair and looked like something from outer space, with her hair in rollers and (God only knows why) she was dressed in a tatty old sweater and a pair of her mother's bloomers. Nobody was around to see the apparition so all was well and we'd had a few giggles about 'if they could only see us now'. We were both happy and relaxed when there was a knock on the door. The one and only Paul had arrived unexpectedly. Dot was absolutely horror-struck. There was nothing she could do about the way she looked. The pair of them rushed off into the privacy of Dot's room and all went very quiet. I was beginning to wonder if they were still alive when the door to Dot's room was opened and closed very quietly followed by the sound of footsteps speedily running down the stairs and the front door slamming fit to shake the foundations of the house. I was wondering what the hell was going on when Dot virtually collapsed into my room in hysterics. Crying and moaning like a wounded animal, her face blotchy, the so-carefully-applied rollers haphazardly falling out, strands of tear-wet hair in straggles around her crumpled little pixie face, and still wearing her mother's bloomers. Poor little defenceless Dot. She wouldn't harm a fly but had been hurt so much that she couldn't even tell me without renewed convulsions and outbursts of uncontrollable crying. As it happened she didn't need to tell me anything. Only one thing would have one that to Dot and that was Paul giving her the push. With the adulation of their fans came such a varied choice of submissive dolly-bird groupies willing to do anything for their new-found idols. A temptation Paul found hard to resist. After all he was a hot-blooded young rocker with a world full of beautiful women just waiting to be discovered by him. He was too young to settle down; he wanted desperately to be foot-loose and fancy-free and I suppose he let Dot down very gently under the circumstances. The trouble was that Dot honestly believed at the time that it was because of the way she looked on that fateful night.

A Twist of Lennon, Cynthia Lennon (1978)

[myreia]

Bound by Faith

CHAPTER TWO: PHILAUTIA

Chapter Rating: T Pairing: Aureia Malathar (Warrior of Light)/Thancred Waters Characters: Warrior of Light, Thancred Waters, Urianger Augurelt, Ryne, Alisaie Leveilleur, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Y'shtola Rhul, Cyella Chapter Word Count: 8,787 Story Word Count: 14,132 Story Summary: With their enemies defeated and the First saved, the Crystarium is alive with celebration. Despite the joy around her, Aureia is uncertain about the next steps to take. So is Thancred, for that matter. The puzzle of their lives has sat incomplete for years, but finally this last, precious piece may be able to slide into place. Spoiler Warning: Spoilers for the end of Shadowbringers base. Notes: This chapter does not contain explicit sexual content, but a later chapter will.

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“We really should have known better,” he adds after a moment. “Once she sets her sights on a matter, there’s no stopping her.” Urianger raises an eyebrow. “Indeed,” he says soberly, lowering his wine. “And thy pride in her is more than palpable.” “Am I proud…?” He chuckles, shaking his head at himself. “Yes. I suppose I am.” “Then why dost though linger, Thancred? If I may—and no, I must insist thou resist the temptation to interrupt and heed mine words for the duration of this moment—when I didst speak with Ryne earlier this eve, I sensed some disappointment that thou hast withdrawn unto the outskirts. I am uncertain what she envisioned for tonight, but to remain uninvolved and standing on the fringes mayhap communicates to her that thou dost not share in her excitement.” “It is not that, let me assure you! And you’re one to talk. I haven’t seen you partaking in the festivities either. Have you considered that Ryne may be just as disappointed in you as she is in me—” “I have been contending with Feo Ul’s most gracious of ambassadors—” “Of course you have—” “—who are—it is paramount to note—little scoundrels.” “Urianger, you do realize that the day will come when you will not have pixies to use as an excuse?” “Aye. But the day when our massy souls depart the First to return to their vessels upon the Source is not yet upon us. There is much to be done beforehand to ensure safe passage from one world to the next.” Ugh. Thancred’s shoulders slump. “Please, I am begging you, never use the word massy like that again. Or refer to our bodies as vessels, for that matter.” Urianger smiles serenely and tips his wine glass to him. He sighs and scratches the back of his neck, shaking his head. “Perhaps I should clarify. It is not that I have no desire to partake, but rather that my head still spins from all we’ve accomplished. What we bore witness to. As detestable Emet-Selch and his whole rotten ilk are… I cannot so easily forget what we saw in Amaurot. And—gods damn it, I cannot believe I am saying this about an Ascian—perhaps I do understand something of him after all. That desperation to cling to what you loved… to what was lost…” “The horrors of that bygone era hath given us much to ponder, ‘tis true,” Urianger says gently. “Thou art not alone in thine preoccupation. There are many questions whose answers may be forever beyond our knowing. Mayhap they will haunt us for the remainder of our days—or perchance we will expose their anagogic secrets. For now, that fate remains unknown. But it does not behoove us to indulge in such preoccupations on an eve such as this one, and so it is my turn to beg something of thee. Set aside the temptation to linger on it for the duration of tonight. There will be sufficient time for that anon.” “I know.” “Look to thy loved ones. This time is for them and them alone.” “I am. I do. And you do know you’re included in that, Urianger—” “I do not speak of myself and thou knowest that plainly.” Thancred pauses, a lump forming in his throat. Much like Y’shtola, Urianger has a way of striking through to the heart of the matter—even when it takes him twelve sentences to get there when one would suffice.

[pixie88]

The Bosses Wife

Summary: Rupert is the new detective, Amelia takes him under her wing in more ways than one. Just one problem, Amelia is in a one-sided marriage. Can she resist temptation?!

18+ Only!

A Pixie original story, all characters are my own.

Pairing: Amelia x Scott/Rupert.

Chapter update-

Anniversary - chapter 10

The Police Ball - chapter 11

The Room Key - chapter 12

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[hpsaffics]

2010 ~ Longest HP Femslash Fics

F/F tagged works sorted by Word Count on AO3*

As of 2023.2 (216 works)

*Only fics with a sapphic main pairing are included (listed by WC)

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1. Now And Then by angelholme[Hermione/Pansy, Hermione/Luna, T, 83k]

Seven years ago, Hermione Granger was sent to Azkaban for attempting to murder her best friend. Now, she's back and wants to finish the job.

2. We Shine Like Stars by Cluegirl [Luna/Ginny, Ginny/Harry, Harry/Severus, E, 37k]

Harry is not the only one struggling for identity; Ginny's dreams are mortgaged too. A brush with tragedy alerts her to the possibility of losing all, if she does not take matters into her own hands.

3. Unbreakable by seedee [Millicent/Hermione, E, 34k]

Why do elves keep dying? What's the secret of the striving elf agency? Where is Pixy? What do you wear to a Halloween party if your host is Millicent Bulstrode? Hermione's profession is to find answers; and she has the cloak to prove it.

4. Storytelling by kelly_chambliss [Minerva/Hermione, Minerva/Wilhelmina, M, 27k]

Had Hermione known what a cliché it was for a young girl to have a crush on a teacher, she might have been more cautious about giving away her heart. But she didn't know. A story about stories and how we read them.

5. Dedicated by Kiwi Stubbly-Punk (cranky__crocus) [Luna/Pansy, Pansy/Rita, E, 11k]

Luna is dedicated to finding herself many years after the war. Pansy is dedicated to evolving herself for her career and life.

6. Girl Meets Girl: A Study of Sociomagic Attitudes Towards Female Bodied Same-Sex Attraction by @verbosewordsmith [Padma/Sally-Anne, T, 10k]

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it, and the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about in The Daily Notes From History of Magic. An alternate look at Sixth Year.

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