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#Release Thyself
kajahealer · 2 years
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🌟 Light Language Healing Transmission|Release The Old|Honor Your Needs|Move Forward Freely
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- I N T R O D U C T I O N -
★ You've accomplished a great deal in your life, and you have much to be proud of. Now it's time to decide what's next.
★ Lie down comfortably where you won't be disturbed. Close your eyes and focus on your breath. Bring its energy into your heart. In your heart, you know that there's more "out there" waiting for you in the world. This transmission will assist you to release the soul patterns, contracts, and past lives. Without them, you can go further, feel freer, and love bigger than ever before.
★ Your DNA recognizes these frequencies, and attunes accordingly, brings awareness to what is blocked or needs attention for your highest good, both in the moment and afterward. Therefore allowing your frequency to shift to expand your mental, emotional and spiritual capacity.
★ Welcome Home. Thank you for being here and tuning in. Enjoy your Sacred Journey. Bless you with LOVE and LIGHT.
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This heartfelt work is truly a Beautiful Gift for me as well as you. Work with me now without stepping out of your front door to create more Freedom to move forward in all areas of your life. Enjoy your Journey!
The Light within me Honors the Light within you
Namaste 🙏
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What should you focus on to enhance your attraction?
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Pick a picture/pile
(these reading got deeper & more serious than I expected)
Pile 1
Ace of Swords: Focus on your self confidence. Don't be afraid to speak up for yourself and set boundaries to make things clear.
Tree- Let them go: Focus on letting go of whatever doesn't serve you or is bringing your energy down.
Pile 2
5 of Cups: You should focus on releasing your past insecurities so you can thrive moving forward. You'll be more attractive when you feel better about yourself inside. Positive self affirmation can help you a great deal.
Expectation- Don't seek anyone's approval: Know thyself. You don't need any outside approval or permission from anyone. Instead focus and learn to accept yourself and validate yourself.
Pile 3
2 of Pentacles: Focus on balancing your energy. You may try to juggle a lot at once but this card is saying to make a choice. Find whatever works for you and stick with that. This could be a mindset, your fashion style, etc.
Tree- Let them go: Focus on letting go the things that clearly no longer serve you. This could be a person, a situation, a bad habit, etc.
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acidcasualties · 3 months
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Summary: In an alien world spanning several galaxies and a federation of various races, Teuta tries her hardest to stay alive and free. And to definitely, most certainly, not get involved with her enforced partner; the Norse Trickster, Loki. Loki tries his best to both pull himself out of the pit of despair he buried himself in and to understand the surprising infatuation with Teuta. Oh, and, her exes are all Trickster gods. Also, he can't get it up. Yikes.
Warnings: NSFW parts; smut: M/F, F/F; graphic violence; death, mentions of suicide
Characters: Loki (mixture of MCU and Norse mythology), OFC Teuta, various gods and other creatures from various mythologies
Notes:
This is a fic I've wanted to write for a very long time. It is a mashup of lots of different worlds and characters. I've glued together different infatuations from different points in my life, trying to laugh and express love to mythologies, books, movies, folk stories, authors, characters. I apologise in advance to certain individuals and their work that I'll be referencing - I respect and admire them all. I was greatly inspired by the freedom and wild flights of the magnificent @nildespirandum (Misreall on AO3) to actually get it on paper. So, here is this little world. I would be ecstatic if anybody else likes it; but I'm not expecting it. Just typing it down was an immense pleasure of its own. This story was supported, encouraged, validated and showered with love by my incredible friend, @superficialdomina . In all honesty, I'd never have written it without her - my first inspirations would have waned, I'd stay silent if it wasn't for her. I encourage you to go read her stories and you'll know what I mean. For the introduction: Teuta is the name of an Illyrian pirate queen, I grew up on stories about her. OC's name is inspired by her, as it'll be explained in the story. Loki is not fully the one from Marvel, my version is an AU mix of both mythology and the comics. Her implants are a reference to Molly Millions from Gibson's Neuromancer.
Ch 1: Tungsten A
Ch 2: Gaunt, Angular, Pale Anorexic
Ch 3: “They released me early because I was a threat to the prison. The whole prison was on lockdown. It was actually really scary.” Khloe Kardashian
Ch 4: All Aboard the Bowie: Please Remove Your Disguises and Fasten Your Seatbelts
Ch 5: “Failure is a trickster with a keen sense of irony and cunning. It takes great delight in tripping one when success is almost within reach.” Napoleon Hill
Ch 6: Pussy Whipped Confessions
Ch 7: The Pink Girl is Up on The Ceiling
Ch 8: A Respectable Establishment Threesome
Ch 9: “Oh something’s got a hold on me right now child” Etta James
Ch 10: You Owe Me, Sugar Tits
Ch 11: Acedia: “For Envye blindeth the herte of a man, and Ire troubleth a man; and Accidie maketh him hevy, thoghtful, and wrawe.” Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
Ch 12: The Mighty Nanny God
Ch 13: Onwards
Ch 14: “The north wind doth blow,  And we shall have snow,  And what will poor robin do then,  Poor thing?  He'll sit in a barn,  And keep himself warm,  And hide his head under his wing,  Poor thing.”
Ch 15: Byzantium
Ch 16: Savage
Ch 17: A Sip of Win
Ch 18: “It was one of your Midgardians who said know thyself; therefore, tell me: did I or did I not at least suck your nipples?”
Ch 19: The Bidding
Ch 20: “Lies are the means by which we attempt to force a false reality upon a situation that we wish were false.” Craig D. Lounsbrough
Ch 21: Loki’s Shitty Day
Ch 22: Ruse, Ploy, Swindle, Decoy
Ch 23: Distractions
Ch 24: “Maw, the Trickster’s all yours. I want time alone with my daughter.”
Ch 25: Mexican standoff in space
Ch 26: Partners
Ch 27: Uhku Pacha
Ch 28: True North
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tylermileslockett · 2 years
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"Pythia: Oracle of Delphi" (#1 in my "Theseus and Minotaur" series) Illustrated by me.
King Aegeus of Athens, still childless, travels to the Pythia oracle at Delphi for advice. The Pythia, ever famous for her enigmatic and ambiguous prophecies, tells him “Do not uncork the wineskin until you have reached Athens.”
Zeus, wanting to locate the center of the world, released two eagles flying in opposite directions around the earth at equal speeds, and the birds reached one another at a specific point above the slope of Mount Parnassus. Here Zeus placed a sacred stone called the Omphalus, or “naval of the earth.” A serpent, Pytho (son of Gaia) guarded the stone, until Apollo came and slew the creature, establishing the site as a divine source for receiving messages directly from the god of prophecy.
Before entering the temple, priestesses and pilgrims alike would wash themselves in the soul cleansing waters of the Castilian spring for purification. In a sacred, inner sanctum, the Pythia, (head oracle priestess) was said to sit upon a tripod and breath in toxic vapors (said to be toxic fumes from Pythos rotting body) from a chasm below in the cave rock. The fumes could have been methane or ethylene, while others have theorized, she chewed or inhaled smoke from Oleander leaves. The priestess then fell into a trance, and receiving divine inspiration from Apollo, spoke in tongues that was interpreted and translated by priests into dactylic hexameter (the poetic meter used in ancient Greek epics like the Iliad.)
The Delphi site was sprawling and complex; holding the religious temple of Apollo, a stadium and gymnasium for the Pythian games, an outdoor theatre, a hippodrome for chariot races, among others. There were three philosophical phrases carved into the temple known as the “Delphic Maxims.” They were; “know thyself,” “Nothing in Excess,” and “Surety Brings Ruin.”
Did I cover the main points of the Delphi? Do you have any other fun facts to add? Please comment below.
IF youd like to see more of my Greek myth illustrations, please click my linktree: https://linktr.ee/tylermileslockett
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muddyorbsblr · 1 year
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relinquish the crown: a glimpse, a touch, a tease
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Placement: before the main story; weeks after 'intrusive thoughts'
Summary: You're being plagued by vivid dreams of you and Loki that threaten to spill into vivid daydreams as you're striving to resolve the mess of organizing the Autumnal Equinox festivities.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 5.5k [get some wine ready]
Warnings: 18+; smut (minors and pearl clutchers DNI); themes of incest (he's adopted but still); mentions of Astrid
Things to be aware of: reader is now an idiot falling in love and she's having a whole crisis over it; some slight sad reader hours; the smut is literally the first scene brace thyself
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"Relax, darling," a voice crooned in your ear. "Let me take care of you."  There was something deliciously sinful about your situation, shrouded in darkness as night befell Asgard, your surroundings lit only by sparse candlelight few and far in between, your gaze transfixed to the ceiling as you felt your lover press his lips to your neck, sucking and biting with a ferocity that ensured your skin would be marked. 
"Please—" Your voice barely sounded like your own as you whined, begged, for more. He'd been teasing you for so long tonight, you needed him to bring you to the precipice of your release and actually push you off the edge. 
"Darling Y/N. Pleading already? The night is still young." His hand traveled up your bare body, a large hand palming your breast as a thumb deftly and much too lightly ran over your hardened nipple. "So responsive," the voice murmured. "Such a beguiling form and you've chosen me to surrender to." You arched your upper back as you felt him take your other peak into his mouth, rolling his tongue expertly over the sensitive skin and making you squirm and mewl under his attentions. 
"Please, I need—" you cut yourself off as you heard a wet pop from him releasing your stiff peak, words muffled as his tongue slipped past your lips, gliding against your own as he dominated your kiss. 
"Have you any clue what you do to me, darling? And you've not even snuck a glance, just like I asked you. You're such a good girl for me." He kissed your lips again. "My darling princess." You kept trying to arch into his touch as his hand traveled down your body, slipping between your thighs and traveling up, his fingers tantalizingly running along your folds. Still teasing you. "My good girl."
"Yours," you affirmed breathlessly, keeping your eyes closed as you still felt his breath on your lips. "Only yours." 
He captured your lips in a decadent kiss once more, groaning into your mouth as he began to rub firm, tight circles on your clit, making you elicit an obscene moan muffled by his kiss as you bucked your hips at his touch. You could feel yourself weaken as you felt him let out a dark chuckle against your lips. "Mine," he growled. "Open your eyes, Princess. I want to look into your eyes as you come undone."
You opened your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as your gaze focused on the chiseled features, the raven hair, the stormy eyes. The simpering grin. 
"Eyes on me, darling." He slipped two digits into your entrance, curling them upward and nearly sending your body flying off the bed as he stroked that spot inside you relentlessly, no longer demanding your release. He was taking it as he pleased. "Say my name," he commanded as you whimpered under his touch, his gaze. "Scream it."
You did exactly that once his thumb made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance, sending you well past the edge of your pleasure. "LOKI!!"
You jolted off your bed with a sharp gasp. These dreams of yours were getting more and more detailed by the night. More haunting. Staying with your conscious mind well past your first waking moments of the day. "Norns, what's happening to me?" you said into the emptiness of your chambers. 
You rushed into your shower, turning your water as cold as you could tolerate, hoping that the shock to your system would be enough to shock these lustful fantasies about Loki from your mind. Though you already knew it wouldn't. You'd been trying this for weeks now, and your efforts in the morning did nothing to quell the salacious images that your mind conjured once you were alone in your chambers at night. 
Wasn't this the very definition of insanity? To try the exact same effort time and time again hoping for a different outcome? "Perhaps I am losing my mind," you groaned in the shower, frantically washing yourself as if to clean yourself of your arousal from your dream was the same as cleaning your mind of these lurid images of the man across the hall, the Prince, your family, being the one to pleasure you with such intimate expertise of your body. 
Once you'd dried off your body and slipped on your usual day dress set in black and gold, a knock on the door had jolted you from your spiraling thoughts. You already knew it was a pair of palace guards come to escort you to one of the smaller war rooms throughout the palace. You were to meet with your grandmother this morning before you all broke your fast to discuss the upcoming Autumnal Equinox festivities, and how horribly it had been coming together until a few weeks ago, when you'd taken over its planning. 
You hastily grabbed your scrolls and journal, throwing your door open and giving the guards a curt nod as you rushed out of your chambers and down the hall, eyes trained to the floor so as to not be tempted to look at the doors to the chambers across from yours. 
Depraved heathen, you hissed at yourself. Do you not realize you could lose him completely if he has even an inkling of the thoughts that plague you about him?
Your wandering thoughts distracted you from realizing you'd already found your way to the war room the queen indicated to meet with you in. The guards opened the doors for you and you gave them a quick nod to thank them before walking in. 
"My dear granddaughter, why do you look so dazed at this hour? Have I set our appointment too early?" 
You shook your head abruptly at the sound of concern in her tone. "No, Grandmother, nothing like that. It was just…a strange dream is all. The kind that refuses to leave you even after you've awoken."
"Violent? Gruesome?"
"Salacious," you answered her, making a small smile form on her face. 
"The best kind." You wouldn't think so once you realized my dream was of your son. Your mischievous baby. She motioned toward the seat next to her. "Sit, my dear. Tell me of the state of the festival before you'd taken over." 
Her words felt like a soothing balm over your troubled mind, finally giving you something to focus on far away from your lascivious fantasies. You proceeded to tell her about how the vendors that were approached before your takeover were rioting over being paid barely anything, that they were told they'd be paid more than enough with the foot traffic of the festival itself, that it was a privilege to even be chosen to participate and they should behave as such.
"But then why did Astrid ask for a budget of 10,000 gold coins?" Your grandmother was understandably perplexed at the inconsistencies of the situation, but the longer you had to ruminate on her motives, the clearer you were able to see her character. Her true character. 
"I believe she intended to be painfully frugal when it came to compensating the vendors, the suppliers, and the entertainers. So that she could pocket the remainder of her allocated budget for herself, and use that money to procure her wardrobe and accessories for the culminating ball."
The Queen let out a disappointed sigh. "It's becoming painfully evident now why there were so many whispers of silent protests against the festival. She's destroyed the faith of so much people in us, and for what? Vanity? Luxury?"
"Royalty," you answered simply. "I'm convinced that ultimately her goal was to secure a place in the royal family. Father was obviously a non-starter, so she went for his heir, and had she been without a choice she most likely would have attempted to seduce me. But then another choice became known to her."
She simply nodded her response. Neither of you needed to revisit those memories; the problems that Astrid attempted to cause were nipped at the bud. You needn't deal with her schemes any longer. "Would you be able to remedy the damage she's done already?"
You nodded your answer. "It will take time, but I do believe that if we make it known that her actions were not a reflection of our values, and compensate them the way they deserved, we can begin to take the steps to mend their faith in the palace. In us." You winced at the next thought that crossed your mind. "I only hope that you hadn't already credited her the money before I had her removed from your staff."
"Thankfully, not yet. We can credit that to you if you believe that figure is sufficient."
You shook your head slightly. "That may not be enough. She pulled the number out of thin air, I found nothing in the documents she'd left behind supporting her final amount. Let me do the necessary computations, and I can give you the final figure in two days." 
She took your hands in hers, gratitude and pride shining in her eyes. "You've taken this in such great stride, my dear. I can already see you making a fine queen now, exactly as you are." Concern entered her face once again. "I just hope that you will not have to rule alone."
Once again your thoughts wandered to Loki, the obvious state of his requital (or lack thereof) making a sad smile appear on your face. "I may have to. Who I desire…I don't believe the sentiments would be returned." 
Your walk back to your chambers felt sobering, insisting the guards not accompany you so you could move at your own pace without feeling as if you were forcing them to keep with it. It also allowed you to take a longer route, hoping that the exercise would help in further sobering your thoughts. 
If only you'd done the same thing you did on your way from your chambers earlier this morning as you did returning to them, keeping your gaze to the ground so as to not be tempted to look upon the doors across yours. The taunting reminder of something you can't have. Someone you shouldn't be lusting after.
But instead your gaze wandered as your mind did, flickering to the door left slightly ajar, no doubt by the staff who found it too heavy to close. And you couldn't look away. Not as you caught sight of the dark-haired god leisurely walking across his chambers without a care in the realm. Not as your gaze wandered down the skin exposed by his untied emerald green silk dressing robe. 
In fact the only thing that had you look away was the breath catching in your throat with a hideous sound, choking and coughing on your own breath the moment your gaze wandered past the sculpted muscles of his abdomen, past the diagonal lines framing the light dusting of hair that led to the lengthy, girthy appendage that bobbed against the middle of his thigh in rhythm of his steps.
And then your thoughts were suddenly overtaken by how you'd undoubtedly choke if you took him into your mouth, and then wandering to the line between pleasure and pain you would certainly be treading once your walls stretched to accommodate him as he pushed the entire length of him inside you.
Now here you were, hand desperately clutching the door handle to your chambers, your other arm holding your documents and notes for the festival in a death grip as you sounded like you were trying to exorcise your lung from your body. 
"Y/N?" you heard him call from inside his chambers. Fucking hell, stop coughing and run inside. You're fine. You're fine. But you sure as fuck won't be if he touches you after what you've just seen, you tried to psych yourself.  You heard his footsteps approaching you, your body freezing the moment you felt his hands on your shoulder and upper back. "Darling, are you alright?"
Absolutely not, you wanted to shout. There's something severely broken in me if I caught sight of your cock and instead of looking away mortified, as I should have, I'm plagued by thoughts of pushing you onto a bed and riding you until the entirety of Asgard knows what my name sounds like from your lips. Instead of saying anything, you proceeded to heave, trying to calm yourself. 
"Oh, my darling princess," he said softly, immediately throwing your mind back to that lurid dream from earlier. He placed his hand over yours, removing it from the door handle as he pulled you into his arms, his hand rubbing circles on your back. "Breathe, dear Y/N," he whispered into your hair. You stifled a groan as you felt him pressing his lips to the top of your head as he shh'd you. 
"I'm alright," you said weakly, making a motion to move away from him. "Really, Loki, I'm fine. I was most likely simply out of breath." 
He released you from his embrace, gently turning you to face him before tenderly framing your face with his hands. "You've been working yourself too hard, Princess." His tone was soft, but almost admonishing, as if he was holding back. "I fear one day I'll walk out of my chambers and find you passed out on the ground. Or be informed that you're with the healers, recovering from exhaustion." He tucked your hair behind your ear, gently running his fingertip across your cheekbone. "I've barely even seen you these last few weeks."
Now you knew there was certainly something ailing your mind because that last sentence almost sounded like a lover in yearning to your ears, and your more rational mind absolutely knew better. There was no way that his words were uttered with the meaning you desired for them to hold. 
You scrambled for a reason to give him, because in truth, ever since the morning after you removed Astrid from the palace, you'd been actively avoiding him, staying out of the paths that he frequented, using your instincts to guide you in the opposite direction of where you'd seen or heard him. Save for the day you had to rifle through Astrid's  belongings to send them back to her family's home; he refused to leave your side that day and in truth, you needed him more than you cared to admit.
"It's been a trying few weeks," you tried to explain with a convincing smile. "I've had to do much in order to untangle the mess that that wretch Astrid left behind when she began to arrange for the Autumnal festivities. I'm beginning to see the end of it, though; all that's left to do is determine the budget that would compensate everyone fairly, arrange for the entertainment, and all the other pieces should begin to move of their own volition. I can take a few steps back and…you'll start seeing me around again." You finished with a scrunch of your nose, making him break out into a brilliant smile that had your heart skipping a beat. 
"You know that if it gets to be too much you can always come to me, darling," he uttered softly. You couldn't trust yourself to not say something out of turn, like telling him to kiss you, or dare you even think it, tell him to take you to bed right this moment, so you simply nodded your response with a timid smile. This seemed to appease him, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "You should get some more rest, sweet girl," he cooed. "It's far too early for you to be up and about the way you are." 
"I could say the same about you," you shot back with a playful smirk, though your skittishness flew right out the window the moment you watched him lick his lips and answer you with a mischievous smirk of his own.
"Well I was awoken by a particularly vivid dream, if you must know."
You and me both, you thought to yourself, a significant part of you holding on to the fantasy that perhaps his dream and yours were of the same nature. And of each other. 
Loki took your hand in his as he opened the door to your chambers with the other. "Rest, dear Princess," he ordered softly. "I promise to wake you in a few hours." He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before releasing you from his hold and closing your door.
That was the only time you deemed it safe to put down the documents you'd been clutching and unceremoniously fall back onto your bed, groaning at the predicament you found yourself in. "Of all the people in Asgard, Y/N, why the fuck did you have to lust over him?" 
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Another day of walking through the palace halls in the ungodly hours of the morning, as you always did, relishing in the quiet of the world and the strange comfort in knowing that you were awake and cognizant at a time when most were slumbering away in their beds. But just like every night that came before, it was now time for you to retreat to your quarters and get some winks of your own.
Once you'd made it to the  hall of your chambers, you'd once again noticed the door left slightly ajar across from yours. You decided to sneak a surreptitious glance, biting your lip at the sight of the God of Mischief slowly, leisurely running his hand up and down the length of  his erection, his whimpers into the assumed emptiness of his surroundings faintly reaching your ears.
You stifled your own moan at the sight, turning back to your door to enter your chambers when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling your body against a taller, muscular frame. "Didn't anyone ever teach you it was rude to stare, Princess?" The doors to your room flew open as Loki walked you both inside, closing them by pushing you against them before claiming your mouth with his in a rough, demanding kiss. 
Your body froze momentarily before completely melting against his touch that had graduated from a rough grip into more gentle caresses as your mouths moved against one another. His arm once again wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him and making you whimper into his mouth as you felt his hardness pressing against your stomach. 
"Now you know what you do to me, darling," he teased, lips moving against your own. You placed your hands on his shoulders, coaxing him to pull away from you. "What are you doing, little princess?" he asked the moment he saw the smirk playing at your lips as you sank to your knees. 
"I may have been asleep the day they taught me that it was rude to stare," you cooed. "But I definitely remember being taught that I should finish what I started," you stated with a wink before taking him into your mouth. 
You woke from your nap with a sharp inhale of air, your breaths after that shallow and labored. This was getting to be too much. It felt like your mind was actively working against you to make it impossible to even be around him without your thoughts wandering down such deliciously forbidden paths. 
The sharp knock on your door startled you enough to gather your wits about you, standing up from your bed and straightening your dress, wiping the traces of sleep from your eyes. You didn't think to check the mirror for the downright shocked witless expression on your face, though, which is precisely what Loki saw once you threw open your door. 
"Oh, my darling girl," he whispered as he took your hands in one of his and cupped the side of your face with the other. "What happened?"
You swallowed your instinctual words of You. You happened and now I'm a lecherous wreck, and instead weakly answered him with, "Bad dream, 'tis nothing." Your words and the equally weak smile you gave him did nothing to appease him, however, as the concern remained evident on his face. "You don't happen to have a potion or a spell that could prevent me from dreaming altogether, would you?" you joked. 
He chuckled at your question, stroking your cheek softly. "No, little princess, I don't." You suppressed a groan as his endearment struck memories of your latest dream. "I can, however, keep your nightmares at bay when they come. You can always come to me, Y/N, you should know this by now." He gently ran his fingers through your hair before pressing a kiss to your temple; you found yourself closing your eyes, relishing the moment, committing to memory the feel of his lips on your skin. 
Then all too soon he stepped away from you, his hand outstretched toward you, and you weaved your fingers between his and you two walked hand in hand toward the dining hall. On the way there you were struck with the thought of how glorious it would have been if you two would walk through the palace like this as a couple, in courtship. It was a beautiful image in your mind, almost like something out of a Midgardian fairytale, with the prince and the princess finally coming together and getting their happily ever after. But that thought was soon replaced by an image too painful for you to fathom.
The image of him finding his actual princess, because it could never be you. The twisted jealousy that would course through your veins, the anguish that would pierce at your heart, as you realized that one day those tender moments, those walks through the halls of the palace and through the streets of Asgard, those comforting embraces, would belong to someone else. 
Your dreams would become another's reality, and you were powerless to do anything about it. For you weren't meant to be his. How could you be? 
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As night began to befall the realm, you rubbed your eyes, mentally exhausted from working since you broke your fast with Loki and the rest of your family. You'd made significant progress in determining the budget for the Autumnal Equinox festivities, only having the concert for the school as well as the masquerade ball to compute for. You decided that a change in scenery was needed, so you gathered your notes for the remaining events in your arms and made your way from your chambers to the library. 
When you made your way to your favorite spot in the far corner, away from the usual foot traffic of the palace dwellers, it took everything in you not to stop frozen in your tracks at the sight of Loki's tall frame taking one of the two empty seats. 
The motion from the corner of his eye undoubtedly already alerted him to your presence, as he looked up into your eyes and greeted you with a soft smile. "Darling Y/N," he crooned. "To what do I owe the fortune of seeing you once more this day?" A smirk tugged at his lips as he finished with, "Dare I think my words from earlier this morning made you miss me, too?" 
You felt yourself involuntarily clenching at his words, at the notion that he missed you. He missed your company,  you depraved wench, not your body. Not your touch. He does not desire you the way you do him. He's rational and reasonable, not like you. Lustful idiot. You did your best to shield the way you winced at your thoughts, hiding it behind a smirk of your own. 
"I needed a change of scenery," you answered. "Imagine my surprise to find that you've decided to occupy my spot." 
Your words made him laugh. "This seat has been mine long before you were even born, little princess. You've simply been keeping it warm for me."
That's not the only thing I want to warm. The words sat at the tip of your tongue, desperate to come out. 
You felt the ache between your legs intensify when he patted the seat next to him. "There are two seats here for a reason, darling. This place was never meant to be monopolized; I'd always set it up to be shared." He held his hand out for you to take, and he helped you along to situate yourself in the seat positioned so closely to his. 
Once you'd set up your documents on your side of the table, you could feel the god's gaze looming from over your shoulder. And you wanted more than anything for him to press his lips to your exposed shoulder, to feel his kiss on your neck. 
To have him sweep away all your documents to the floor and have him ravish you on the table.
Stop it, Y/N. You're yearning for someone you can't have and it's pathetic. It's pitiful. Norns, is this what Astrid felt like? 
He reached past you to trace his finger along one of the documents, pressing closer to you, his chest against the back of your shoulder. "Am I reading this right, darling? The roster for the school concert?" He rested his chin on your shoulder as he pointed at the document, drawing your eyes to the names. "Truly, you got Fandral to perform? At what cost?" he asked with a breathy chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin in the most delicious manner.
Before you could respond, a rumbling sound cut the silence between you. The humiliating indicator that you'd skipped a meal and now your body was demanding it be given its due. 
Your mind whispered protests you didn't even remotely mean as you felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace. "Darling, when was the last time you ate, and please do not answer me with 'this morning when we broke our fast'." You opted not to answer, hoping he'd receive the message loud and clear. "Norns, my reckless little princess." He placed a small bowl filled with small pieces of chocolate bark on top of your papers. "Eat, Y/N." 
"I'm fine—"
"So help me, Princess, if you don't I will feed you from my own hand."
How delicious, your inner thoughts all but moaned. Please do. Instead of saying those words, however, you huffed and reached over towards the bowl, popping a small piece into your mouth. 
"Anyway, before my stomach so rudely interrupted, I was about to tell you I got Fandral to perform for free," you said in an attempt to cut the tension that his protective air had created between the two of you. Your heartbeat hitched in your chest as you saw how he eyed you as you reached for another piece from the bowl, taking a small bite. Why was he doing this? Acting the way he was. Did he always behave as such and you were only aware now because of the turn your thoughts had taken? Or was it possible that perhaps he knew—
Norns please, let it be anything than him knowing where your thoughts currently laid when it came to him. Your pride couldn't take the blow of having him toy with you so only to make it known how repugnant he found you once he'd have you in a vulnerable enough position. When would the devastating blow come? The fraction of a second before his lips touched yours? Would he already have you naked and begging for release by his hand? 
Would it be the morning after? When you were sated and blissful, thinking that the affections had been returned only to have the rug pulled out from under your feet? Could he be capable of such cold cruelty, that he could wait out your complete submission to him before he shamed you to your core?
"Darling, you look like you lost yourself in your thoughts." He shook you slightly in his arm as if to jostle you back to cognizance. "Come back to me, little princess." When your eyes met once again, he smiled softly at you, briefly touching his nose to your cheek. "There you are." He sounded as if his words were caressing you, your heart, your soul. "Now how in the Nine Realms did you get him to perform for nothing?" 
You chuckled at the memory of your negotiation with the warrior. "Well I'd told him to name his price and he jested that if I were to perform with him he would do it for absolutely nothing, so I called him on his bluff and now I don't have to include him in the budget." 
You briefly felt his body go frigid against you before he spoke again. "Are you sure that was his only reason for accepting it? You calling him on a bluff? I'd think any warm-blooded man would see getting to spend time with you as enough incentive to do just about anything." 
His words had you giggling at the notion. "Are you trying to insinuate that perhaps Fandral's developed feelings for--" You pointed at yourself, taking this moment to eat the remainder of the chocolate you were holding, and he nodded at your unfinished question. "No," you spoke around the morsel. "That's absolutely ridiculous. Besides, I made sure I got him there for Narda. I'd be holding up my end of the deal, performing with him for one number, and bringing her in as my reliever." 
"And how would that--"
"Narda's in love with him," you said with a conspiratorial gleam in your eyes as you cleaned the melted chocolate off your fingers. "And hopefully getting them in such a setting would put him on the path to seeing her the way she does him." 
"Dare I say it," he muttered. "Mischief becomes you, my darling girl." You allowed yourself a smile as he pressed his lips to your temple. "And what of you, Princess? Do you share your friend's affections for the warrior?" There was something apprehensive in his tone, as if he'd asked a question he did not wish for the answer to.
You laughed at his question. "No," you answered simply. "Fandral's not my type." 
"And what, pray tell, is your type, Princess?" 
You are, your mind answered. Instead of saying those words, you gave him a coy smile and simply said, "Not Fandral." 
You cleaned off another piece of chocolate from your fingers and his free hand reached up to wipe a spot on your bottom lip with his thumb, your eyes widening ever so slightly when you watched him then place his thumb in his mouth, cleaning off the chocolate that was just on you. Almost as if you kissed each other, a stray thought spoke in your mind, your pussy clenching as he playfully winked at you, the pad of his thumb still between his lips.
The actions made you question whether you were imagining things or could there have been the remotest possibility that perhaps your desire wasn't as one-sided as you'd led yourself to believe. But you quickly shook the thought out of your head, admonishing yourself for even believing that Loki would be as mutually depraved as you were. 
You scrunched your nose at his antics and reached for the bowl once more, pulling out the final piece and placing nearly half of it between your teeth, making him let out a strangled whining sound. You eyed him, as if commanding him to explain what made him react as such.
"That was the last piece," he said simply.
You simply shrugged your response and spoke around the morsel once more, "Tough luck. Guess you'll have to learn to share." 
"I suppose I do," he murmured before placing his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place, and leaning in, placing the remainder of the morsel between his teeth and breaking it off from your piece. For the briefest of moments, you felt his lips brush against yours, sending your mind into a frenzy. "Thank you, darling." 
You quickly flicked the remainder of the snack into your mouth before he thought to let his mischief get the best of him and try going for seconds, returning to the task that you'd set out to accomplish when you first stepped foot into the library, determining the festival's budget.
There was not much you could to to react, what with you still being held by the god, so you kept your smiles, your squeals, your heavy breathing to yourself, willing your body to remain stoic in its movements.
But you'd already succumbed to the knowledge that your dreams about him were about to get even more vivid after tonight. 
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A/N: Bb's first attempts at smut, please go easy on me, I will repeat: I am babie.
But also someone bonk their heads together already they're turning into horny idiots in love.
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todderwodders · 4 months
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WIP WHENEVER
I’m coping with thanksgiving. This is coping. Tagged by @mightymizora this one felt thematically adjacent to your beautiful post today, so I had to use this one.
“I am divine, yes. Evidently to you I am also a common slut whose No can be persuaded. How I hate you for having to remind you of what still lay between us. I, in your eyes, am divine slut, my father’s apocalyptic whore. But remember that first I am king of myself and beloved of my father - you should feel so lucky to want me and be denied kindly instead of culled.”
He pushed it. Enver feels his insides turn in on themselves, a rat king of twined intestines, desperate to escape The Urge’s gaze. The rounded eyes in that perfect face seem to eat the torchlight, seem to focus only on him. Enver feels his legs begin to shake, his own weight suddenly too much—
The door ten paces to the left, the third story window behind him and two paces to the right that leads into the sea below, if he can manage to miss the strip of land between this house and the waterfront.
No. Ignore that. The Urge feeds on fear, on the little piece of almond shaped brain in his head that begs him to run, rabbit, run—-
He must think. He must say something clever, and charming, and almost sweet to sooth his monster-friend’s ego.
“Come now, taker of my heart I—“
A white hand, clamped over his mouth. The power in the other’s hand will never cease to both impress and frighten him. The nails that prick his cheeks and the breath that ghosts over his face will never cease to stir him.
“Do not insult me further.” A direct order that has him going rag doll limp, insides flash flooding with a heat that would make a less experienced man beg. Wisely, he does not.
Enver feels himself shaking, feels apologies crawl up his throat, so close to breaching the deadlock of his teeth. “Do not deny me then,” he wheezes, breath hot against his palm. “Moonface.” Flattery. He feels that dangerous press of fingers on cheekbone.
“I deny you nothing of import. I am tired, and I am sore.” The Urge says, giving nothing away as they let up their grip.
“Then let me give you pleasure. I am owed at least the attempt.” He feels the mistake and the damage it does even as the Urge’s face refuses to show even a flicker.
“The only debt I owe anyone is to my lordfather.”
“I had only wanted to touch you.” He says soothingly. He kisses the palm of his hand, he runs his heart finger over the ridge of The Urge’s jaw, let’s the ring depicting their joined hands rest at his chin. He pretends his hand is not shaking. “I can never seem to love you enough.”
The Urge shifts, releases him, and for a moment, Enver sees candlelight in his eyes. Yellow, syrupy reflections of oil-water. He’s slipped the noose.
“I know what you want.”
He kisses him, so feather light that Enver’s lungs go empty, waiting for a nail to dig into the thick hide of his trachea or for his head to be smacked so hard into the wall it cracks. The violence does not come. The Urge smells of caramel and coffee and hickory. He opens his mouth to take more of him in, and is met with resounding emptiness.
“Too bad I am not in the business of giving you your every desire. Mother and father to you, I am not.”
A kiss to the forehead. A nail pressed to the scar on his skin, lovingly wedging itself into the indentation. He doesn’t need to open it up down to blood and soft tissue to remind him. Be wise in the words you say to me. Know thyself.
The Urge leaves him in a blink. Enver slumps to the floor.
Tagging @nullshocked @baneschosen
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nochi-quinn · 2 months
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candela obscura chapter 3 episode 3: slay the empress
candles in the wind, got it
oh no aabria looks SO GOOD
the gold on the fingers???
hey what the fuck
"a chair outside of elsie's room" weh
not the vermin guard posted outside the room
wait hang on what are nokari's pronouns? am I delusional?
a brain right off the bat??
A TOKEN RIGHT OFF THE BAT??
"you…kept it?" you two are going to kill me but also is this the TIME
"oscar is an interesting fellow" ducks the shippers
AABRIA
"that's all of them, friend"
everyone here has two hands
cosmo
hey liam fuck you
LIGHTS?
HEARTBEAT??
SLOWING HEARTBEAT??
madame glask's mic is currently fucked
mama glask
"but I go here"
roll to convince child not to alcohol
I had to step away, did oscar just say he likes kids bc they're easy to lie to
samuel
"you're killing aabria. look at her."
cheese it it's the fuzz
party of Many
LIGHTS
are they fucking MOLOTOVING THE CASINO
"of COURSE"
GINA
samuel
people's elbow
aabria said no pigeons at this table
stress level: sam's going "oh boye"
"powers?? of….persuasion???"
"HEY STOP THAT"
"pop a titty out" aabria
"well then fuck"
"I WANT TO KICK ASS" noshir bby
roll to persuade the gm
HEY AABRIA???
"you guys can be here now" "…no thanks"
fuck bran the soldier all my homies hate bran the soldier
guns is cheating
YEAH
"can I have my dice back?"
okay flash powder pearl earring is pretty good
girl with the flash powder earring
"I feel like I would beast out immediately" "oh, GOOD"
I feel like two sixes should cancel out a one
aabria MEAN
"she'll probably choose nice things" press x
"fucking COCK"
"do you drive?" "who do I look like?"
"I have no depth perception!"
oh ashly's panic noises :(
RAJ. CONTROL THYSELF.
"DON'T KINKSHAME."
"this is the monsterfucker season!"
no we need travis reverse psychologizing the dice
oh no
oh NO
"BURCH"
"he's a billion years old"
"I think of my mother" fuck you liam o'brien
these monster noises are like bricks scraping together but bass-boosted and I'm into it
"I like that pitch"
aabria. aabria no.
"she's so mean"
"what are you doing over there?" HER BEST
these two are going to k i l l me
and possibly each other
probably definitely cosmo
"I could never strike my queen" lays in the floor
"and he's made of talcum powder"
"you need to roll like him"
hey liam
hey liam what the fuck does that mean
just a bunch of passed-out fuckers outside the burning casino
"I just want to let you know you're so pretty right now"
aabria: take a bleed and you can kill this gu sam: done
"we take it back, mina, you can drink"
oh buddy
buff mina!!
imposter god??
fuck yeah multisentry
she's in her morphing clothes
liam do not manipulate this so you die
I'm still not sure he didn't knock the tower over on purpose in sagas of sundry
I'm typing so I don't have to listen to his describe how horrifically he's fucked up
NOW I'M TYPING SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO NOSHIR
sam is me
"I'm gonna take off HIS coat and wrap his arm"
liam your noises are unneccesary and unappreciated
samuel
"he's very hittable"
"what a sight" rajan
underground??
"it's called rollies"
"you have to beat a 3" "well I got a 1"
MINA D:
I absolutely called he was going to block mina with his body
sam's just like that
"an os-scar"
"edit that out please" "they absolutely will not"
that's so many drive
spend 3 drive to Slap
gina
aabria's going to murder you
"every time I have a problem, I just throw a molotov. then boom, I have a different problem."
wait I need raj's arm to fall the rest of the way off so I can have HFW feels
sam
"everyone take three points of bleed"
slow-release molotov
sounds!
"they're like birthday candles"
OOH
I appreciate the committment to the bit
TIME BUGS
"'you' feels like a 'we' in your mouth"
oh jesus this is supposed to run another 2 and a half hours
"I wouldn't worry about that" too late am worried
noshir
you're going to give sam an anuerysm
candela obscura has magic pockets
hey sam
hey sam drop your location I just wanna talk
SAM
"there is a wish" sam's not allowed to say those words in my presence
"if you say it it won't come true"
"it never makes a splash" hey aabria what the fuck
THIS is why it's another two hours
"did you say 'friend'?!" "…NO."
baka rajan-kun
"I heard you~"
"don't hurt yourself"
…is aabria done up as Iomene
at this point I wouldn't be surprised if cosmo just pulled out his own literal jawbone
"how adorably pedestrian" rajan
I'm starting to get slay the princess vibes. I have no basis for this, it's literally just Vibes
"like a giant……maw."
"I'm gonna tiptoe into chernobyl"
these two are gonna KILL ME
bruce banner negotiating with the hulk vibes
ykw this polycule is canon and I'll fight you about it
not the breathing
"I would punch her out of the way"
w e l p
these five are going to all kill each other and also me
"there might be time later"
"WHICH ONE WAS IT"
"I'm sure that's fine"
if there's one thing liam o'brien's gonna do it's make me cry about his character's mom
is The Old Way blood
hey cosmo whatcha doin
aaaahhhhh noises
EARTHQUAKE LIGHTS
oh that's a cool idea for a scar
I've loved everybody's scars in general, they're all really creative
yeah yeah tears of the kingdom we've all played it
oh it's one of THOSE
I like the split screen but one of my favorite things is watching the other players react to the wild shit people do solo and I so desperately want to see ashly's face right now
aabria you can't just cut ALL the lights like that I have anxiety
and so does sam
hello 911 aabria and sam are killing me with acting again
the slay the princess vibes continue
lays in the floor about elsie roberts
"you contain multitudes" some of them have big big teeth
"I have notes"
"not as old as you" "rude"
he said the thing
oh sam's been crying, liam got sam
no fuck you I did the "five go in one comes out" with madness I'm not doing this again
erika ishii already ripped my heart out you can't have it aabria
lays in the floor about elsie roberts harder
sam
oh gina
liam just has that voice now
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https://quranx.com/33.4
Allah hath not assigned unto any man two hearts within his body, nor hath He made your wives whom ye declare (to be your mothers) your mothers, nor hath He made those whom ye claim (to be your sons) your sons. This is but a saying of your mouths. But Allah saith the truth and He showeth the way.
https://quranx.com/33.37
And when thou saidst unto him on whom Allah hath conferred favour and thou hast conferred favour: Keep thy wife to thyself, and fear Allah. And thou didst hide in thy mind that which Allah was to bring to light, and thou didst fear mankind whereas Allah hath a better right that thou shouldst fear Him. So when Zeyd had performed that necessary formality (of divorce) from her, We gave her unto thee in marriage, so that (henceforth) there may be no sin for believers in respect of wives of their adopted sons, when the latter have performed the necessary formality (of release) from them. The commandment of Allah must be fulfilled.
https://quranx.com/33.50
O Prophet! Lo! We have made lawful unto thee thy wives unto whom thou hast paid their dowries, and those whom thy right hand possesseth of those whom Allah hath given thee as spoils of war, and the daughters of thine uncle on the father's side and the daughters of thine aunts on the father's side, and the daughters of thine uncle on the mother's side and the daughters of thine aunts on the mother's side who emigrated with thee, and a believing woman if she give herself unto the Prophet and the Prophet desire to ask her in marriage - a privilege for thee only, not for the (rest of) believers - We are Aware of that which We enjoined upon them concerning their wives and those whom their right hands possess - that thou mayst be free from blame, for Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful.
https://quranx.com/33.53
O Ye who believe! Enter not the dwellings of the Prophet for a meal without waiting for the proper time, unless permission be granted you. But if ye are invited, enter, and, when your meal is ended, then disperse. Linger not for conversation. Lo! that would cause annoyance to the Prophet, and he would be shy of (asking) you (to go); but Allah is not shy of the truth. And when ye ask of them (the wives of the Prophet) anything, ask it of them from behind a curtain. That is purer for your hearts and for their hearts. And it is not for you to cause annoyance to the messenger of Allah, nor that ye should ever marry his wives after him. Lo! that in Allah's sight would be an enormity.
https://quranx.com/33.21
Verily in the messenger of Allah ye have a good example for him who looketh unto Allah and the Last Day, and remembereth Allah much.
Islam is like if Toto pulled back the curtain to reveal the man pulling the levers, and when he says "pay no attention to that man behind the curtain," Dorothy says, "would you please be quiet, I'm trying to talk to the wizard."
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The Master's Message To Humanity: Know Thyself - Spiritual Awakening Radio - Sant Mat Satsang Podcast
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Sant Kirpal Singh: "Although awake from without, you are asleep within, and by greedily envying the goods of others, your Inner Eye has gone deeper and deeper into this slumber... Every human being has a Secret Chamber within himself which is called the 'closet of the body.' [Within the human body is the True Temple of the Spirit.] That is higher than the mind and heart both, and provides mind with understanding to a certain extent, and the heart with feelings of love. This Chamber is the Kingdom of God Within Us. This is the Crest Jewel, The Pearl of Great Price. The Saints, when we come in contact with them, open this Chamber by withdrawing all our attention from outside. The test of a true Master is the fact that in his company, the smallest realm opens up within us, and the Light, Divine Light, the expression of the God-into-Expression Power, is seen... So the God-into-Expression Power is called Word, Naam, Kalma; He is the Creator of all, and has two aspects: Light and Sound. And when Masters come, they contact us with that Power within us, you see? They open our Inner Eye by raising us to some extent above the physical body and outgoing faculties; we begin to see... Guru Amar Das says, 'Everyone does worship but on the sensual plane only; so they get no results which end in salvation. But absorption in the Naam purifies the mind and bears fruit in abundance.' You follow? Words are words; but what those words denote is a different thing; that is the Controlling Power of all creation, permeating all creation, and controlling us in the body too. So, the body is the True Temple of God, in which we dwell, and also that Power which keeps us in the body... You see, unless a man rises above the life of senses, the Inner Way is not open. It is you who have to see. That is why it is said, 'Know Thyself O Man, Know Thyself -- Who You Are, What You Are'... The Master's message is for embodied souls caught in the web of mind and senses, unable to release themselves. Masters make no distinction between religions and sects. Their message is for the whole human race." (Kirpal Singh, excerpted from, The Coming Spiritual Revolution, Sant Bani Books)
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thedr-d · 3 months
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Y'know, I find it really interesting how, hmm, what would be a good word, exclusive? Gaming people seem to be. There feels like there's like no overlap between more "hardcore" games and more "all-welcoming" games. Like sure, you might see people have combined pikmin and splatoon. But never like Dark souls and like pokemon on here. Simply to get to the point, by the time splatoon 3's side order dlc releases I need to see Kratos and Mimir try to conquer the tower of order while agent 8 and pearl bot try to Master thyself in vallhalla or else I might just die
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outisgivingpac · 10 months
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Pick-a-Card: Focus, Release, Continue
Hello everyone, I'm back to deliver another PAC reading. This is a spread that I use a lot for myself during turbulent times to organize my headspace. So I thought, it would be nice to share it with the community ☺️☀️✨
This spread consists of three cards, aligning with three questions:
1. Focus - what are you invited to pay more attention to at the moment?
2. Release - what is something you should let go of/release from your mind?
3. Continue - what is something you have been doing well?
I'm not exactly satisfied with how the PAC turned out in the end but, I decided to kick the perfectionist side in the butt and post it anyways 😅 If you enjoyed my PAC in anyways, please support me by likes/reblog this post and feel free to let me know your thoughts 💖 I also offer paid reading, so do check out my pinned post.
My PAC masterlist
✨Choose the pile/pic you are most drawn to ✨
Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.
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Pile 1: 8oW, 6oS Rx, 3oS Rx
For those who picked pile 1, it's time to focus on your aspiration and make your wants and needs into your reality. You might find yourself in a transitional period at the moment. For example, you're moving to a new place for your study or work, or this shift could be internally when you're about to enter a new phase in your life. So do invest your energy on yourself, for my pile 1 seems to have the people-pleaser tendency. Meaning, you might feel the need to make sure everyone around you are well taken care of and content, before you even begin to allow yourself to be happy and successful. It could stem from guilt or a past wound where others deem you self-fish and greedy for wanting more for yourself in life, for having boundaries like a normal person. Anyways, it's time for you to stop looking around for other's opinion, validation and need, and start giving it to yourself. After all, you cannot give to people you genuinely care for in life when your own basket is empty. Lastly, it seemw you have been doing well healing your old wounds. Hurtful words that you used to replay hundreds of time in your head slowly become the background noise before disappearing into oblivion. So keep up the good spirits. In no time, you will be able to look back the hill or depth you climbed out of and say proudly, "I have made it through".
Pile 2: The Hierophant, KnoC, Justice
For those who picked pile 2, there seem to be some big decisions to be made. During this time, you're encouraged to discern your personal belief: what is your personal truth, and what are values you inherited from your family, your teachers and your peers. You are well aware of the ideals and standards that are considered the norm in the society, but you could have internalized them so deeply that your own desire and your voice have become blurry in comparison. If I have to give an example, a student picked IT as their major in college, based on the fact that it's a rapidly developing field and has a high job security after graduation. So they got in, but the longer they stay, the more obvious it becomes to them that they hate the subject for dear life, which is their personal truth. That being said, it's not a black and white matter. One just need to put themselves in consideration, to *know thyself*, in order to make practical and well-informed steps. Don't give the power to make decisions to others by indulging in escapism/dissociation. Others can present you options filtered through tinted-glasses that is their bias. Continue to investigate for yourself to see your situation as it is, not the idealized nor the denigrated version of it.
Pile 3: Judgment, 5oP Rx, AoW
For those who picked this pile, I sense that you have just stepped out of a big cycle, a difficult time or a commitment that has kept you busy for a long while. You might find yourself feeling a bit lost amid the "newfound freedom" or the luxury of having normal days in which nothing much happens comparing to when you were in survival mode. During this time, you're invited to take time and have some self-reflection. Look back on your journey and see how far you have come, celebrate your achievements and counts the little blessings and wisdom you have accumulated along the way. After all, only you know your struggle the best, and only you can give yourself the validation that leads to your true satisfaction and happiness. On the other hands, some of you needs to stop being so harsh on yourself and forgive your past mistake. It's nothing like blaming bad things that happened on the surrounding or other people, but to forvige yourself for not knowing better. For reacting and making mistakes like all human could. Everyone shall strive to make the best out of what they have at a time, so don't let the ghost of the past haunt your present and dictate your choices in life. On a brighter note, many sparks of ideas have been popping in your mind during this peaceful period. You're much encouraged to explore and brainstorm them. Don't feel the pressure to make something polished and prompt out of it, you can try out things just for fun too.
Source for the paintings I use:
1. Digital 6 by Judith Bergerson
2. Strict Composition by Berit Mogensen Lopez
3. Yellow Flower by Catherine Jeltes
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The Valhalla OST has been released! Can’t recommend “Master Thyself” enough, it combines some of the most iconic themes of the series together in such a wonderful way c:
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Palettes and Shapes
I am a screen of grey plated grating and black rectangular bars. I am a facade, but I am not false. I contain the working clockwork, the pipes of steam, the valves of momentum's release, the rise and fall of spinning gears, the wind and brass and bustle. All behind a mesh of grey and black.
I am a tree with leaves of red and brown. A tangle of branches, a budding maturity, a womanhood of branch and root. Twisting, brambled branches stretch down as arms and legs to make a sturdy body, heavy and real, from which twigs and leaves and the occasional darker greens reach to their surroundings. A lattice of browns, reds, greens.
I am swirling vapor of lavenders, greens, and soft blues, light and rich and dim and bright. A trio of gentle, buzzing energies and misty, fleeting vapors. A core, a being, a human, excited and sensitive and full of desire and contentedness. The smoothly churning clouds fill me, filling out my form, creating an internal self. A plasma of green, blue, purple.
Roots twist through grates. Branches secure gears. Plasma heats latent steam. Mist leaves dew on gentle leaves. A gnarled tree stands alone amidst a cool, turquoise night. Mesh and beams bind all to shape and form. A case to be pressurized within. A frame to grow around and claim. A pallette of warm and cool and stark.
Build thyself.
Grow around thyself.
Fill thyself.
I inevitably become me.
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Beyond What the Lights Could Offer - Chapter 1
Soukoku Kowloon Walled City 1980s Filmmakers AU. Prepare thyself for agonisingly slow updates, a lot of references towards Hong Kong and me screaming into the void.
original fic link on AO3 (by yours truly): Beyond What the Lights Could Offer by Lemon(ivlenyxx)
May 14th 2023, 29 years, 10 months since the release of Stray Dogs.
“Nakahara-san, Dazai-dan, nearly 30 years have passed since the release of the hit movie ‘Stray Dogs’,” the interviewer says with a smile. “It has grossed over 800 million USD at the box office and many consider it a classic. Many fans have wondered ‘Just what is the story behind the film?’. Now that’s a question that’s been asked for nearly thirty years now, so we beg of you,” she claps her hands together to form a prayer gesture and bows her head. “What exactly is the story behind Stray Dogs?”
The pair sitting opposite her both chuckle, amused. 
“Alright, alright. Since it’s nearly the 30th anniversary, we’ll tell you.” the man in the fedora answers.
Nakahara Chuuya, age 52, executive producer of “Stray Dogs”, sits up straighter as he ponders the question, combing through his faded copper hair with his hand; his partner, Dazai Osamu, age 51, director of “Stray Dogs”, smirks slightly, wrinkles spreading across his face. “Come on, Chibi, can’t keep our fans waiting,” he nods towards the interviewer and the TV crew across from them. “Unless the Great Nakahara Chuuya is getting slow in his old age.” he teases, leaning over Chuuya’s neck.
Nakahara noticeably bristles under his partner’s breath, that discomfort quickly morphs into annoyance and reaches its stunning conclusion as Chuuya grabs Dazai’s collar. “I swear to God, you shitty mackerel-” he snaps as the other man whines and wallows dramatically under his grip. “We’re the same age! I can’t take a moment to think?!-”
“No! Oh no! Chuuya is attacking me!” Dazai exclaims and yaps, notes of fake panic and amusement dripping from his voice. (The interviewer sits awkwardly in silence while the rest of the crew whisper amongst themselves) “My God, this is marital violence!” He throws up his arms (making sure to flash a gold wedding band at the camera) and easily overpowers his dear Chibi, shoving him onto the far end of the couch before redirecting his attention to the interviewer, the poor unfortunate soul bearing witness to Nakahara making grabby hands at Dazai while the latter holds him off with a hand in his face. “It goes a little something like this…” 
April 29th 1986, 8 years before the release of Stray Dogs.
Chuuya’s not exactly sure how he ended up here, but okay.
The red light floods the crowded, 40 square foot room, Chuuya’s eyes hurt from the strobing lights;Chuuya’s ears are bleeding from the music blasting through the crackling radio.
Oh second thought, not okay. Chuuya wants to leave. 
He puts down the half finished glass of cheap whiskey before manoeuvring his way through mountains and seas of people dancing to the beat of something that just came on. (something American, he doesn’t want to know) The red lights continue to pull assassination attempts on his eyes, which is only made worse by the pixelated screens displaying images of half naked men and women “available” in this cursed brothel-nightclub hybrid. The two dozen people making out in every direction doesn’t help either. 
If there was such a thing as unsee juice in this world, Chuuya would like 10 litres of it, please. 
Finally, Chuuya makes it out of the brothel-nightclub, (thankfully in one piece) he looks back at the bouncer, who doesn’t even spare him a glance. Hell, he didn’t even ask him for any form of ID, despite him obviously being underaged. His short stature speaks for itself.
Guess that’s Kowloon Walled City for ya. 
Chuuya makes his way through the interconnected hallways, counting and reading the posters plastered all over the place. 1, 2, 3, 4… 28. He thinks half of them are advertising stuff for the Port Mafia Gang. Interesting. He’d heard of them, of course. The most powerful underground organisation of the Walled City, operating in the dark (well, as dark as the City of Darkness could get) or even beyond. He’d heard rumours of them stretching all the way to Lantau Island and the Shatin District. Hell, even Cheung Chau’s underworld carries traces of their interference! 
Not that he’s ever personally been down there, of course. The underworld, he means.
Chuuya kicks at his feet as he makes his way up to the rooftop of the building, the gate creaks agreeably every time he pushes it and it returns to its original position with a pleasant clang! He squeezes his way through the drying sheets, careful not to bump into them in his dirty clothes, and legs it across a huge pile of scrap. At last, he reaches the edge of the rooftop and leans on the railing, taking in the sight of the City in the middle of the night. There are still a few lights on at this hour, not counting the establishments of the night, aka the opium traders, nightclubs, gambling dens, makeshift casinos etc etc. He spies one on the far left, the light of the balcony flickers in a way that reminds him of moths flapping their wings, and under the light is a boy his age with black hair and a bandage over his right eye, teetering back and forth on his feet, fingers gripping tight on the handrail. His eyes are downturned, expression blank.
What a weirdo. Chuuya thinks. He turns away to light a cigarette and takes a long drag. The next time he looks, the light is off, the boy is gone. 
He can’t help but feel disappointed, somehow. 
Chuuya shrugs off the feeling and takes another drag of the cigarette, looking straight ahead, beyond the Walled City, at the Kai Tak Airport. Planes take off and land dangerously close to the buildings nearby, another few soar mere metres above Chuuya’s head, their loud, rumbling engines sing a comforting tune to accompany the city’s orchestra of dripping air-cons and creaky pipes down below.
It’s as beautiful as ever.
One of these days, I’m getting outta here. He vows, before putting out the cigarette and flicking it off the roof. 
He doesn’t know how many hours have passed, only that this is the perfect way to celebrate his fifteenth birthday.  
Chuuya continues to admire the view of the Kowloon Bay, occasionally glancing over to Victoria Harbour for a glimpse of its colourful and lively skyline. The best part about this corner of Kowloon Walled City? It contains the tallest building. One can pretty much see everything within a 20 km radius, and if one’s lucky, the clouds’ll part for the stars, and even the shortest, most 150-centimetre-ed of people could enjoy their glory.
He reaches for the radio beside him, switching between channels until he finds one that plays something that suits his favour. 
It ends up being an English channel, playing something from a new writer from America. 
“Now playing: The Tell-Tale Heart, by Edgar Allan Poe,” the presenter states calmly, before a low and unsettling voice takes its place, narrating the tale of an insane man who murdered his elderly housemate. 
Chuuya listens absent-mindedly as he lights another cigarette and continues to watch over the Walled City, his position giving him a handy bird’s-eye view over everything else. More lights have switched on, the opium dens are starting to close, the bars and brothels are chasing people out like a restaurant owner at animals like you see in movies or it’s 20-something A.D. and they have leprosy. Must be nearly morning. 
Oh shit it’s nearly morning. 
His eyes widen as he catches the faint blue ring of the sun rising over the horizon and slowly but surely evolve into a blinding orange light that pours over the Sai Kung District to the east, then to the Uni of Sci and Tech, to Tseung Kwan O- Chuuya throws his cigarette over the railing for the second time before shutting off the radio and making a mad dash for the gate, legging it over the scrap, nimbly contorting his body to avoid touching the sheets, before finally bolting down the stairs and out of the building. He passes the town square - a relic from the Walled City’s past as a Song Dynasty military outpost - and nearly slams straight into a bunch of bakbaks and popos doing taichi. A couple of them yell at him for his insolence. He zips his way through alleyways full of drunkards and shakes off a madman trying to gut him with a knife, (it’s the Walled City, he’s seen worse) he looks up for a split second and stops in his tracks.
He can see the sky from here.
The small slit of bright, warm blue peeks out amongst the mess of pipes and haphazardly built roofs, the clouds dance across it in pinks, soft oranges and light yellows. Chuuya stares up at that beautiful sight through the gap, the City has never been this generous before, the most daylight he ever got to see was approximately none, except for when he headed out of the Walled City every few months to run for supplies that the Triads couldn’t access. 
Chuuya looks around for a landmark that he can bookmark into his memory, and spots another one of the Port Mafia Gang’s posters on the wall to his left. 
He sighs. That oughta do. And so the poster enters his mind. 
He allows himself several more minutes of staring at the sky before booking it back home, he just hopes that Shirase and Yuan won’t be too pissed.
Unbeknownst to him, a boy with jet black hair and bandages all over has been looking at him through a window for a while now. 
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muddyorbsblr · 1 year
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relinquish the crown: masked desires pt1
Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!
Placement: before the main story; one week after 'to covet her'
Summary: Today is the day of the masquerade ball, the final event you'd planned for the Autumnal Equinox festivities, where anyone can be anyone they choose to be for the night.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 4.9k
Warnings: dream smut (minors and pearl clutchers, i better not see you anywhere); themes of incest (he's adopted but still); Astrid if you squint; one cuss word
Things to be aware of: sad chaotic idiots in love hours; the smut's in the first scene, brace thyself
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"Do you remember our rule?"  your lover whispered into your ear as he secured the silken blindfold over your eyes. You nodded eagerly, causing him to chuckle as he pressed his lips to your cheek, large hands roaming your naked form, pulling you against his equally naked body. He worked his kisses to your mouth, murmuring, "I need your words, darling" before capturing your mouth in a kiss that seemed determined to turn you into a writhing mess before he'd even really touched you.
"I remember the rule," you panted once he pulled away, pressing kisses all across your collarbone, your breath hitching whenever you feel him tracing along your skin with his tongue. "I won't remove my blindfold." 
You were rewarded with another dizzying kiss, moaning into his mouth as his tongue slipped past your lips, languidly gliding against yours. "Good girl," he crooned. "My precious darling. My Y/N." He kissed your lips once more before prompting you again, "You won't remove your blindfold until…?"
"Until I'm about to come," you answered. Even though you couldn't see a thing past the silk wrapped around your eyes, you could tell he was smiling at you. That devious smirk that pulled at one side of his mouth that always had you craving him the moment you caught sight of it. You heard him letting out a satisfied hum before you felt his hand traveling down your body, making you whimper as you felt his fingers tracing along your slicked folds. "Please--"
He pressed his body against yours, effectively trapping you between himself and the cold wall of your chambers. "You need not plead with me, my love. Never."  A moan got caught in your throat as you felt his fingers dip into your arousal, drawing them up to start slowly rubbing circles on your clit, and then…all too quickly, he stopped, pulling his digits away from you. And then a beat later, you heard the deliciously obscene sound of him undeniably sucking on his fingers.
You could only let out a whiny moan in reaction to what you were hearing, and suddenly you felt his hands on you again, fingers lightly digging into your hips as he captured your mouth in a tender kiss. You sighed contentedly against him as you could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. 
"You taste as divine as I imagined you would," he murmured against your lips, kissing you once more, this time a bit more roughly, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled your body to him, your hands reaching up and weaving your fingers through his hair. "I love you," he sighed as he pulled away. "How I long to make you mine. Completely." 
"I am yours," you cried out. "I'm all yours. I love you--" 
Your words got cut off with his mouth on yours once again. "That's all I need to hear, darling Y/N." He kissed you again, tenderly. Almost reverently. "I need to taste you again." He moved his lips down to your jaw, then down your neck, stopping at the base of your throat, sucking and biting at it enough to surely mark your skin. When he moved down further, he paused to take your nipple into his mouth, his tongue leisurely circling the stiffened peak and making you arch into his mouth.
When you started bucking your hips into the air, his hand traveled down to your folds once again, fingers slowly rubbing against your clit once more, making you let out a shameless moan that echoed around your chambers as he sought to overwhelm you with his attentions. He released your nipple with a final kiss before moving to the other side, repeating his ministrations, and making you whimper at the added sensation of the night air chilling against your hardened peak.
"How could I have been so fortunate that I get to call you mine," he whispered against your stomach as he moved lower…and then lower still. Until he wrapped his hand around your calf, lifting your leg until your thigh was resting on his shoulder. "That I get to love you the way I've desired to." He placed his lips on your inner thigh, marking you there as well while he inserted two fingers inside of you, curling them until he rubbed against that spot that always set off fireworks throughout your entire body.
He relentlessly stroked at that spot inside you, making you let out a shriek that would make banshees wince the moment he began to place kisses on your clit, every time he did your hips bucking and effectively making you fuck yourself on his fingers.
"Yes, my Princess. I can feel that you're close. Uncover your eyes and look at me when you come," he guided you before latching his lips onto that needy little bundle of nerves atop your entrance, simultaneously sucking and licking at it relentlessly. You ripped the blindfold off of you, your breath catching at the sight of your prince on his knees before you, worshipping you the way he was. 
When he looked up and your eyes met, it pushed you off the edge, as you both saw and felt him smirk against you, and he winked at you before uttering a long, intentionally drawn out moan. "Loki!" You kept jerking your hips against him as he removed his fingers from you and shamelessly lapping at your juices. 
You slumped against the wall as he set your foot back down on the ground, bracing himself against the wall behind you as he rose back to his full height. "We've barely begun, my love," he said softly as he placed his hands underneath your thighs to lift you into his arms. "A fortnight would not be enough to bring the fantasies I've had about us finally belonging to one another to reality." 
The morning sun had just begun to break through the clouds when you were awoken from your dream, an uneasy settling over your mind as you realized that there was no longer any part of you that was shocked or concerned at the thoughts you were having about Loki. Not since the first day of the festival, when he told you he loved you. And even though your rational mind knew down to its core that he meant it as family loved family, those words still found a way to weasel their way into your lurid, lecherous dreams. 
You shook your head at yourself, attempting to clear your mind for the day ahead. It was the final day of the Autumnal Equinox festival, the day of the masquerade ball. You were particularly excited about this event, finding a way to work in your grandmother's magic by having her cast a spell throughout the palace that would mask everyone's voices, in order to fully commit to the slogan you'd set for the event.
Anyone can be anyone. 
With a smile, you made your way to your closet to prepare your costume for the ball later: a strapless satin floor length gown with a side slit going high up the side of your leg, well past the middle of your thigh, set in such a way that it resembled the gowns of those goddesses over on Olympus wore, but not in their comically virginal white--despite the fact that they were anything but. Instead, you had this gown made to be set in a dark emerald green, a near perfect match to the color that Loki always wore.
One rule that you set for tonight, specifically for the nobles and the royals, was that they couldn't wear their own colors. Naturally, you were to lead by example by not wearing your signature blend of black and gold. Instead, you were to don the colors of the man you loved. A silent, and ultimately anonymous, declaration to the entirety of Asgard that you were his. 
At least for the night, you thought to yourself bitterly. You'd be mad if you truly thought you'd ever be his outside of this night of pure anonymity. 
"I'm already mad," you answered into the quiet of your closet. "I'm in love with Loki, of course I'm mad." 
You were startled by the sound of a solid knocking on your door, making you scramble to exit the chamber housing your costume and securely closing the door behind you. "Enter!" you called out in the direction of the doors that led to your chambers, bending your back at an awkward angle to lace up your day dress. 
"I now understand why you needed help lacing your dress during the concert earlier this week, darling." A smile spread across your face at the sound of Loki's voice at the door. You heard him making his way toward you, a fluttering at your stomach blooming when you felt his hands on yours, taking the laces from you. "How have you not injured yourself from this yet? Right yourself, little princess. Please."
You did as he told, straightening your back, before answering him, "In truth I am yet to injure myself from doing this." Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you, and you could feel your heart at your throat. There was something so…intimate about this moment, something that brought on images that felt unsafe to have around anyone, let alone him. 
Images of him helping you into your dress for the day, fingers deftly lacing up the bodice of the garment. He'd do so in front of the mirror, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection once he was finished, holding your gaze as he pressed his lips to your exposed shoulder…up your neck, until his hand would come up and gently turn your face towards him so he could capture your lips with his in a tender kiss that ultimately led to more.
Stop it, Y/N, you scolded yourself. 'Tis a pretty image, that is true, but an image is all it will remain. 
"Seems I've lost you to your own thoughts once again," you heard him whisper in your ear, his hands lightly rubbing your upper arms in a soothing motion. "Come back to me, Princess." When your eyes met his once more in the reflection, you had to mask the love in your eyes when you spied the concern in his that was quickly replaced with relief, a sweet smile spreading across his face. "There you are, darling," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours in the image in front of you.
"Thank you," you told him with a soft smile as he took a step back from you, allowing you to turn to face him. "So what brings you here at this early hour?" You caught a glimpse of evasion in his eyes, as if he was trying to mask his mischievous intentions, making it easier for you to read him. "Were you trying to sneak at glance at my costume for the masquerade?" you accused playfully.
He gave you a look of feigned disbelief. "Why Y/N, I would never," he teased, taking a quick glance around your chambers all the same. "But now that you mention it…"
"It's through there and you're not to see it," you answered his unfinished question, pointing towards your closet. "All you'll know is it is most definitely not black and gold." 
Your words made him chuckle as he reached for your hands. "In truth I came to fetch you to ensure that you ate something before you did your final checks on the ball for later this evening." You felt your heart swelling and cracking simultaneously at his sentiment, nearly getting lost once again to the bittersweet notion that he loved you enough to care like he did now, but that he didn't love you the way you wished he did.
"Truly, have I become that predictable?" you asked softly as you held your emotions back, forcing yourself to maintain your playful composure that you'd always had around him, scrunching your nose in his direction. 
He dropped one of your hands as he led you toward the door, threading his fingers through yours. "You are anything but predictable, little Princess," he answered your question as you walked out of your chambers, closing the door behind him. "Perhaps I simply know you well enough to surmise you might forget yourself once again as you get immersed in your duties, and I am perfectly content in being there to remember for you." 
As he led you to the dining hall, you once again found yourself being brought into the torrential onslaught of what your life would be once you'd lost him to another. As if he'd ever been mine to lose, you thought bitterly. Would you be strong enough to watch in the audience as he married the woman he'd always longed for? The one he would move the realms themselves for? 
Would you be strong enough to bear the cross of the knowledge  that that woman could never be you?
You realized that the answer was that you were not. And you may very well never be strong enough. Perhaps you had to search for someone who could overtake Loki's presence in your mind and heart. 
Or perhaps you had to explore the option to forget you loved him altogether. 
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"Anyone can be anyone," you murmured for the umpteenth time at your reflection as you straightened the final section of your hair, finishing off your look for the ball. You picked up your mask from your vanity, a full-face lace blindfold, securing it with ties that crossed by your ears and another by your neck. 
You looked not a thing like your usual self, fulfilling your objective for the night ahead. For tonight you did not wish to be Y/N, Asgard's Princess and heir to the throne of this and all the realms, the fool who had fallen for the kingdom's Dark Prince. For the god of mischief. 
Tonight you simply wished to be a woman, looking for a man to divert her current affections. Or perhaps find someone you could pass the time with while the kingdom pretended to be people they weren't, and take advantage of the night in full. 
For tonight anyone can be anyone. 
"And anyone can be with anyone," you whispered into the emptiness of your chambers. 
You jolted at the sound of a knock on your door, walking briskly to ensure that whoever it was couldn't open it and catch a glimpse of your costume for the night's festivities. "It's locked," you called out, your hand hovering over the handle.
"It's only me, darling." Your heart skipped a beat as you heard Loki's voice coming through the door, not bothering to fight the smile that spread across your face upon hearing his endearment for you. "I've only come to tell you that I'm on my way to the ballroom now, so as to have us not running into each other in case you were already on your way."
"I'll count to a hundred before I leave my chambers, then. Just to be safe," you answered him, earning you a chuckle in response.
"You know, I've only realized now…since we know not who the other is when we reach the ballroom, it seems we will not get that dance during this ball, after all, little Princess." 
Your heart sank at the realization. You'd looked forward to that dance since it was thwarted months ago during the banquet for the Summer Solstice, and now it was you that thwarted yourself from having that moment with him. You smacked yourself internally for not having thought this through.
"The Yueltide Ball, then?" you asked, praying that your tone didn't reek of desperation.
You were met with an amused chuckle. "With how many dances you've saved for me, I may just steal you for the entire night by then." 
A somber smile crossed your lips at the thought. "Then I suppose you would have me for the entire night, then, my Prince." 
"I suppose I will," he said so softly, you strained to hear him through the door. "I will take my leave now, darling. I suppose I'll see you  in the morning?" 
"I will see you in the morning, then, Loki." 
It was silent for a moment that you'd thought he'd already left, and you'd begun to count the seconds until you heard the words that had your heart breaking into a million splintered pieces. Words that held such a power over you that perhaps it could keep you sane for the rest of your days even though the sentiment was different from yours.
"I love you." 
You placed your head against the door, fighting back tears and trying your best not to let your voice betray you as you answered him. "I love you, too." You strained your ears and counted his footsteps until you could hear next to nothing, before you whispered to no one at all, "More than you know. More than I should." 
In the moments spent counting the time until you could exit your chambers, you allowed the tears to fall freely, refusing to sob, but also surrendering to the ache in your heart as you became more decided on your course of action come the morning. For if you retained this course of loving him from so close and yet from realms apart, you may not live through the day you discover that he'd finally taken to courting another. Let alone that he'd been betrothed.
Norns help you the day he marries.
Once you'd counted to a hundred, you opened your doors and exited the palace, weaving yourself amongst the crowd of guests who were awaiting to be granted entry into the grand ballroom. As you made your way through the people, you caught sight of an unmistakable head of fiery red hair and snuck up behind her to undo her mask before weaving further into the crowd. 
A near sadistic smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you heard the scuffle of the guards apprehending Astrid and extricating her from the line. This desperate wench really doesn't know when to give up, you thought begrudgingly. So much for wishing that tonight was going to be without incident.
When you finally made your way to the grand ballroom, you were satisfied to see that the space was bustling with attendees and none had engaged with one another in conversation quite yet. Some had taken to the dance floor, gracefully moving along with their respective partners to the ambient music while waiting for the main event to start.
It was comically effortless for you to find your parents, as well as your grandparents. Their grace as they moved, your grandfather's beard, your father's unmistakable braided hair, and simply the silhouettes of their bodies gave them away in your eyes. At the corner of the room, you caught sight of a statuesque male figure donned in a suit set in your colors, his mask in the same colors and covering over half his face, inky black hair pulled back into a half bun and falling straight down his shoulders…and intense eyes never leaving yours.
You didn't quite know what it was about this man, but his entire presence in this room had piqued your intrigue…as well as your arousal. You tilted your head in a bow in his direction, feeling your walls clenching around nothing as he raised a wine goblet your way in response. 
"Attention, citizens of Asgard," you heard your grandmother's voice ringing across the entire ballroom. "As you all know based on the invitations that had been sent to you prior to this event, the theme of tonight's ball, set by my brilliant granddaughter, our darling Princess Y/N--" 
Your heart swelled as the crowd erupted into applause at the mention of your name, your grandmother giving them a few moments before resuming. 
"The theme set was 'Anyone can be anyone', meaning that this event is meant to be shrouded in mystery. In anonymity. To aid in keeping true to tonight's theme, the Princess enlisted my aid to cast a spell throughout the entire palace. Your voices will be shrouded in anonymity as well, distorted to sound nothing like your own, so long as you stay within the grounds of the palace. The spell will be lifted at midnight. If you wish to reveal your identities by then, you may do so as well. Now, without further ado, the veil of anonymity will set over the palace in just a few moments." 
The Queen took a goblet and raised it toward the crowd, the attendees quickly grabbing their own goblets and following suit. You decided to do the same, so as to blend in with the crowd.
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"My darling Granddaughter, I know you are amongst the crowd at the moment, and you do not wish to reveal your disguise so prematurely. You should be very proud of yourself. Not just for tonight's event but for the entirety of this week's festivities. I also know that you would never forgive me if I conclude my remarks without mentioning the invaluable help that was extended to you by our dear Prince Loki, so I wish for you all to join me in raising a toast. To Princess Y/N, and Prince Loki. You two make quite the formidable team." 
As the attendees raised their goblets and toasted to the two of you, Loki's heart swelled, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Pride at what you'd accomplished with the week's events, as well as the words dedicated to you by his mother. And complete, unadulterated love at the implications of the sentiment that his mother had shared about your stance on his assistance when you'd been planning for this week.
That  you would have insisted that he be acknowledged too. That you weren't hiding him away and claiming credit of your achievements for yourself. He'd grown so used to others valuing his council but never enough to admit to needing it. So to hear that you, the woman who ensnared his heart, took pride in saying that you had him by your side throughout this moons-long process? That nearly had his heart bursting out of his chest.
I love you so much, Y/N, he said in the safety of his own thoughts. If you only knew the lengths I would go for you to love me the way I do you.
His gaze landed once again on the woman who caught his eye before his mother's speech began, before the spell was cast. A beguiling form donning a gown that seemed swiped from the wardrobes of the goddesses of Olympus, draping so casually over her curves, and set in his signature green. The mask she'd chosen completely shrouded her face from the kingdom, the thin material covering every square inch of her visage and giving him no hopes in spotting any indicator of her identity.
That didn't stop him from pretending that this bewitching silhouette belonged to you, though. And that gave him enough reason to approach her.
"That is quite the captivating choice in wardrobe, milady," he complimented her, holding out his goblet in her direction. It took him a moment to acclimate to the sound of his voice through his mother's spell, but that was quickly concluded the moment the woman raised her goblet in return and touched it to his. 
"Thank you, good sir," she said plainly. "This is quite the erm…interesting premise, is it not?" 
They both put their goblets down on a passing empty tray as he answered, "Quite brilliant, actually. Allows us all to move freely about amongst everyone else without the presumptions of who we are. Closest thing we can have to a clean slate." He took the woman's shrouded giggle as a good sign and held his hand out to her. "May I have this dance?" 
She tilted her head toward him and curtsied before placing her hand in his. "It would be my honor." 
For several songs, the god relished in the comfortable silence he found with this woman. It allowed him the opportunity to picture a life where he wasn't so cursed by the fates, where he could yearn for someone--anyone--else. Where he need not be burdened with loving someone he could not have. He attempted to picture a future where he could love someone in public, to hold their hand as they walked the streets of Asgard together and the people would know immediately that these two belonged to one another.
A future where if his affections for that person were to ever be made public, the worst he had to fear was rejection, rather than being thought a lech that they all already assumed he was. 
But that future held no appeal to him, for it meant it was a future without you. His darling Y/N. It would mean a life bereft of your sweet voice, your fierce nature, your sharp wit, your ensnaring beauty. And no matter how beautiful the picture the fates would ever present to him would be, they all paled to having you in his life.
The heart shattering truth was that Loki would rather love you in secret for the rest of his days than ever love anyone else for the entire Nine Realms to see. No matter the options that would be presented to him, you were the only viable choice. In fact, there would never be a choice to make.
"Say, aren't these the Princess' colors?" the woman asked him, effectively bringing him back to reality. One where he was dancing with a mysterious woman who vaguely reminded him of you. 
Perhaps tonight, and only tonight, he could pretend. Pretend that he wasn't the prince, the god of mischief, your father's brother. Perhaps tonight, in the company of this enigma before him, he was simply a man enjoying the company of whomever he pretended this veiled temptress was. 
To him, she was you. And tonight, he allowed himself to pretend that he could love you without consequence. Without judgment. Without worry. 
"Not tonight," he answered playfully. "Tonight they are simply colors. No one's in particular. Free for anyone to wear with no connotations whatsoever."
"Ah. But when you picked them out, when you bought them—which I surmise was at least a moon before tonight—you had the Princess in mind. They were not simply just colors back then, good sir."
There was a lift in her cheeks underneath her veil that had him surmise that underneath her cover, she was smiling at him, which had a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as well. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I'd always admired the colors and this was the only time I could wear them without any connotation given to it." He did a visible once over at her choice in costume for the night. "If we were on the same vein, then it would be only fair to assume that you had the Prince in mind when you chose your wardrobe for this event, milady." 
She giggled at him again. "Touché. Very well played." He simply responded to her remark with a nod in her direction. "You must admit, though, this is truly quite the opportunity the princess presented us with. Anyone can be anyone." Her cheeks lifted again at the words. "I could be a dressmaker, and I created my costume tonight by hand, toiling away for the last few moons to get everything just perfect." 
Loki smiled at the turn their conversation had taken, deciding to play along with the nameless woman's thought exercise. "I could work at a parchment mill, contributing to the creation of the scrolls and journals the citizens and the royalty enjoy using." 
"I could be a farm girl, who saved up every coin she made in order to live out her dream of having a night like the princess heroines of the Midgardian fairytales." 
"I could be a merchant, who visits your farm from a mutually beneficial business relationship, having you as my supplier." 
"I could be  the princess," she laughed. 
"And I could be the prince," he shot back, not missing a beat. 
"Do you see what I mean, good sir?" Her cheeks lifted much higher this time, and he could almost imagine what you looked like if it had been you in front of him underneath that veil. A brilliant smile lighting up your face, and bathing the entire ballroom in a radiance that only you were capable of bringing into a room. "Anyone can be anyone." She stopped dancing and took a step closer to him, tilting her head up to whisper in his ear, "And anyone can be with anyone." 
For some reason, it was hearing that very notion that caused him to twitch in his trousers, finally conjuring an image in his mind that the woman in front of him was conclusively you, and tonight--even if only for a few fleeting moments--he could pretend that you were his just as much as he was yours.
He wrapped his hand around the nameless woman's wrist. "Come with me." 
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A/N: Welcome to the two-parter Season 1 midseason finale. I'm only kind of joking when I call it this, because honestly…I kind of have the central plot for "Season 2" all planned out…as well as a potential "Season 3" 🤡 I'm nowhere near finished with these two and their story yet 😈😏
And to think when all this started from a TikTok, I only intended for this to be a drabble 🤣🤣
Part 2 is still being written but I promise, I will post it as soon as it's finished. And yes. There will also be smut there. 😏
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(NSFW) Size Difference, Dominant Godrick/Tarnished (2/2)
godrick continues to lack table manners.
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The Tarnished could only squirm and choke back noises as Godrick’s many fingers assailed their body, groping and caressing their skin. The sensation of a variety of touches was overwhelming, some worn from rough work and others almost soft and unblemished in comparison to the rest of him. It would be difficult to not imagine a group of people were descending upon them if not for Godrick’s possessive mouth.
“Mine,” he snarled simply before biting at the join between the Tarnished’s neck and collar. His teeth broke skin instantly, and his tongue swiped across the shallow wounds before he pulled back, looking pleased with himself. “There,” he said. “Marked with my affection.”
The bite stung in the cool air, and the Tarnished panted softly. Their arousal kept them tense, and they yanked one of Godrick’s hands to their genitals to get some relief from the mounting pressure.
“Mmm, thou’rt right,” Godrick said, rubbing his consort enthusiastically. “We ought to skip to the good bit.” He slid his fingers out, spreading the Tarnished’s ass wide as he gripped himself, nudging his tip against their resisting entrance. “Yield for thine lord,” he urged, voice trembling with drunken anticipation.
“O-oil!” they yelped. Surely he brought some alongside his intentions. It would be slow and painful otherwise.
Godrick looked as though he wished to simply have his way, but he muttered his frustrations and blindly searched beside the throne for a moment before producing a large pot of olive oil. He haphazardly coated his lengths as his hands shook. “Thou’rt satisfied?” he asked, not bothering to hide his irritation.
“Yes,” the Tarnished replied. They rewarded him with a coy look. “I know you ache. Let my body ease your suffering, Lord Godrick.”
A slick cock jammed its way into them, forcing past any resistance, and knocked the air out of their lungs. “Ah, yes!” Godrick cried, nearly sobbing, not waiting a second before rocking his hips. Unsatisfied, he gripped the Tarnished as one would a toy, bouncing them on his lap with ease. “There!” he exclaimed, throwing his head back as the Tarnished’s twinging hole squeezed his cock in a particularly favorable way. “Oh, aye, right on the head!”
The Tarnished watched Godrick with bleary eyes, unable to focus on anything but the harsh stretch of him. When his cock left them without reaching its release, the Tarnished groaned inwardly, realizing the demigod’s lusts would not be easily sated. As expected, the full feeling returned in a moment as Godrick pushed his other cock inside, fresh noises tumbling from his mouth as though their coupling had just begun. The pain had subsided into pleasure, and delicious warmth slowly radiated throughout the Tarnished’s body as Godrick pounded their insides. They flushed as their hole pushed out wet noises around his cock, unable to hide how thoroughly he was fucking them.
A level of desperation came over Godrick as he continued to switch which cock he rammed into the Tarnished. They knew what he was going to do before he did. His golden stare caught theirs, wild with frustration before he suddenly beamed upon having his realization. He lifted the Tarnished off his cock, their hole only left alone for a moment before he pressed both of him to their entrance. “G-Godrick—,” they started, wondering if he could be persuaded in a different direction as he began to truly push against their gaping hole. They wiggled for a moment to try and escape the sharp pain before giving up and gritting their teeth together to brace themselves. The gentle touch of Godrick petting their skull was barely noticeable next to the unrelenting jerking of his hips as he forced himself in by the inch.
“Still thyself,” Godrick crooned, roughly spreading the Tarnished further apart. “Thou has’t only taken me to the heads.”
“Only?” they managed, insulted. “Y…ah…you complain thrice as much taking an average length.”
Godrick had the decency to look embarrassed, scowling as the Tarnished gave him a smug look. Having nothing to say in response, he squeezed their neck enough to discourage their yapping. “Silence from thee. Thou’rt lucky thine honeyed words charmed thine lord into being wed to thee.”
Shuddering, the Tarnished nodded the best they could, crying out as Godrick worked them viciously on his cocks. Each plunge he made into them gradually became easier until finally their ass hit his balls. His relieved groan resonated in their head, their own pleasure building rapidly in the absence of raw pain.
When the Tarnished finally looked up at Godrick’s face, they could not contain an amused snort from between their breathless gasps. Their lord’s head was tossed back in bliss, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he panted helplessly. Already, the cocks crammed into them twitched dangerously. “Are you close, Lord Godrick?” they asked, starting to slowly thrust their hips as their body stretched to accommodate the massive intrusions. The pain had turned to pleasure surprising quickly, the oil and Godrick’s precum easing the way.
A long, drawn-out moan was the only answer they got at first, the demigod’s whole body twitching through waves of pleasure. “Yes,” he gasped, overwhelmed by the hot vice around his lengths. “Thine tight heat matches the radiance of the Order itself,” he said reverently, drunk off both wine and lust. “Taking both of thine lord’s aching cocks to the hilt.”
The Tarnished’s heart hammered loudly in their ears as Godrick began to rock his hips, the sheer pressure of his cockheads pressing much deeper than they were supposed to causing flecks to dance in their vision. With each push forward, the Tarnished felt as though he would pierce their body entirely, ending them in a bizarre fashion, and each pull back out tugged their loose walls with him, ruining them from within. It truly was excruciating pleasure, and between the overwhelming sensation of Godrick hollowing them out and his thick arousal creating an unsightly bulge in their gut, their peak drew rapidly nearer.
Talking proved an impossibility as Godrick sped up his thrusts, effectively keeping them breathless. They could only cry out at an increasingly higher pitch as Godrick fucked them towards orgasm. Boneless in his hand, they craned their neck to gaze up at him and watched his slack-jawed expression. His mind seemed to be gone, drunkenly pursuing bliss.
The Tarnished’s climax hit all at once, their walls fluttering weakly around Godrick as their cum landed in drops on his skin. Breathless, they could only wheeze as Godrick doubled his efforts. His eager thrusts lifted his hips to the point where he was no longer sitting on his throne and his balls slapped against the Tarnished’s skin.
He was truly sweating now, desperately trying to push himself over the edge. Only a few moments passed before Godrick’s breath hitched and his whole body tensed, bruising the Tarnished’s skin beneath his grip. The moan that ripped its way out of Godrick’s chest bordered on a scream, his hands desperately clutching onto the Tarnished as if they could anchor him. His cocks jerked within them before filling them with enough of his warm seed to round their stomach out slightly.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he rode out the last of his high. “Thou serve me so well, my consort. Taking all of me to the base. Such a wonderful harlot.”
A tired laugh came from the Tarnished, and they leaned against Godrick as they shifted just enough to let his softening cocks slide out. Cum ran between their legs as it poured out, staining Godrick’s robes and dripping onto the throne. An arm wrapped around them, tugging them tighter to Godrick’s chest, and they settled into his form.
“Do you have any more of that wine?” they asked after a quiet moment, idly playing with the patchy hair on his grafted chest. Surprisingly, there was no response, and they were about to ask again before they heard a low snore.
Ah. They would ask again in a couple hours.
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