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flowersforfrancis · 9 months

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The sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets. - J.M. Wonderland

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thespilledink · 4 months

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Words whispered

in bedsheets

made me believe

we were in love

-h.h.

#spilled thoughts #spilled ink #writing #poem #poetry #creative writing #late night writing #heartbreak #love #spilled poetry #midnight poetry #spilled poem #poemsbyme #short poem

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daughterofcainandchaos · 5 months

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trust me, if i could enjoy things casually, i would. sometimes, i wish i didn't have to tear my soul apart so i could leave a piece of it in every little thing that somehow grasps my attention & refuses to let it go. maybe i enjoy my soul being devoured by abstract concepts. and maybe i find pleasure in being hurt in ways that are so beautiful

#spilled thoughts #writers and poets #late night thoughts #writers on tumblr #late night writing #chaotic academia #words words words #spilled words

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therabbitthatpostthings · 9 months

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Imagining Giyuu, barley conscious watching You stumble in front of him. Your clothes are covered in dirt and blood, they’re ripped and your exposed skin is scratched and bruised. The demon before you had a sickening grin as he lunged towards you.

Giyuu pushes himself up taking note the demon’s poison must of reached the arm your guarding. The demon notices too and lunges for your side. You can’t move fast enough and it seems he might kill you but Giyuu runs from behind it to take out its head.

He rushes over to you, barley able to keep himself upright. Like a prayer he calls your name, begging you to open your eyes until the Kakushi arrive. Hoping you’ll live even when his own body is turning against him.

Giyuu wakes up surrounded by the white walls of the Butterfly Mansion. His calmness leaves him when he looks over and sees you bandaged and bruised. He stumbles out of bed to your side. He’s careful to not touch you, scared he’ll somehow break you if he does. His head is spinning. Why wasn’t I stronger? How did I let this happen? What if they died? I’m a Hashira- I should of defeated it sooner.

Thoughts clouded his mind until he heard you stir. Your eyes met his and you smiled, “Hi Giyuu.”

And it broke him.

Only you could see this side of him, the emotional, crying, clingy side of him. The Giyuu that clinging onto you like this was all a dream and you would slip away. The Giyuu that gently (but hastily) kissed you like it was the last kiss you two would ever have. The Giyuu that hugged you close to avoid you seeing him crying. He said in a choked voice, “I thought I lost you.”

You wrapped your none injured arm around his back, “Of course not love.”

“Please don’t leave me.” He said it like he was asking any and every higher power out there to not take you. He couldn’t take losing someone else he’d grown to love.

You two stayed like that for what felt like eternity, blissfully unaware of Shinobu standing at the door.

#shitpost #shitposting #late night writing #giyuu x reader #giyuu x you #demon slayer giyuu #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyu tomioka #giyuu x y/n #demon slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #writing fanfics late at night #cringe—#no beta we die like men

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irides-solstice · 2 months

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‿̩͙‿✧ ༺ ♥ ༻ ✧‿̩͙‿

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.

Silence... A rare moment in the Trancy Manor. For once, there were no late-night parties to hosted or serve drinks at, no needy master begging for Claude's attention, but most importantly...

there was you

Quiet, calm, and relaxed you. In Claude's arms no less. Crickets chirping is the only sound in the room as you snooze away. Your peaceful expression emphasised by the moonlight escaping through his bedroom curtains. A lavish room that was barely used. Adorned in creams and golden. The highest quality furniture, yet never used asides from being decoration. Until you came along that is. His eyes glancing all over your figure as you slept next to him peacefully. Placing his folded glasses on the bedside table, peering down at you, he parts his lips in awe. He takes a shaky breath as he admires.

MINE. The only thought that comes to his mind.

Glee shining in his golden eyes as a smirk crawls up on his face. The covers drawn up to your shoulders slightly moving to reveal various bite marks and bruises that unfortunately will be covered by your uniform tomorrow. With the other servants being none the wiser of what happened to you, and if they were aware they likely didn't care. His hand that runs through your hair, a tangled mess.

He leans forward, closing his eyes before pressing a kiss to the bruises all over your shoulders. A more active approach that he'd never do if you had been awake. His tongue darts out to lick the dried up blood on your neck as he groans in pleasure. His eyes flashing magenta for a brief moment. You tasted divine of course. He hadn't expected any less from his chosen mate. He breathes in your scent with a sigh before snaking his arms around you pressing you to his bare chest.

No one asked him to be so affectionate today. But he felt like he had to. A small bat of your eyelashes, and he had caved to your desires. His soft plum lips grazing your skin makes you shuffle a bit, and he pauses. Had he woken you up? No, you were merely settling into his arms once more and he forces himself to let his guard down. His hand stops at the base of your head as he pats the stray hair down. Knowing you liked that, he keeps his hand there. Hiding you away from the world. Pressing you to his chest. His and only his to keep.

He wasn't used to such calmness. It felt strange to be here in his current position. Laying down next to a ...mate? He questions and then chastises himself. 'She was only a plaything,' he mulls over to himself. A wonderful wrong decision. A vulnerability. That's what you were.

And when Sebastian would inevitably arrives to claim back what was his, you'd be the one caught in the crossfire. But I'm sure you won't mind, right? Why else would you stay when he so adamantly pushed you away? Save the excuses... You wanted to stay, and you'll pay a heavy price for it.

‿̩͙‿✧ ༺ ♥ ༻ ✧‿̩͙‿

(Honestly not super proud of this. I wrote it late at night, so not proof read. Its not the worst thing ive written lol. Also requests are open, so if you have any feel free to suggest.)

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jasminepicksflowers · 8 days

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My love

꧁Xanthus met his deceased love?꧂

Hesitantly, xanthus followed along. Stepping inside the small cozy cafe, the bell softly rang, letting the barista know that there were new customers. A young beautiful woman sat in the corner beside the window, raised her head from her book observing the young men that had entered. Xanthus turned his head to the young woman as he felt a pair of eyes on him. His eyes widened as he looked at her. His heart skipped a beat as he made eye contact with the woman. His deceased wife looks back at him. Hearing his heartbeat, dontis stepped closer. “Xanthus, what is it?” Dontis turned his head to the direction Xanthus was focused on. He froze as the familiar face of his friend’s deceased wife started back at them. Xanthus’s breath began to shake as did his body.

How could the love of his life die in his arms, only for her to be smiling back at him well and alive?

“Love…?”

Xanthus whispered under his breath. His voice was desperate, desperate to know that the love of his life was well and breathing. Desperate to know that the woman he sees is not a fragment of his imagination. “Excuse me?” The young woman said in a soft gentle tone, so much like his love’s. His heart began beating faster, and the sliver of hope he had once let go came rushing back. He hoped that what he had witnessed, was some sick twisted prank his enemies were playing on him. Seeing the state that he was in, the woman gave him a worried expression. “Sir, are you alright?” “Sir„ she called him. That one word echoed through his ears. That sliver of hope was soon cut by that word.

Who knew that by one word, you could crush someone’s hopes and dreams?

His eyes began watering as he saw the once-concerned face of his lover. Dontis placed a hand on his back. “Breath xanthus, you are scaring her” he whispered to him as he gently comforted him. Xanthus analyzed her face, only to find soft freckles that his wife didn’t have. He let out a shuddering breath as his heart ached even more. “I’m sorry I….I thought I knew you. Forgive me.” He said before quickly exiting the cafe as tears started falling from his eyes rapidly. His body began trembling as he got closer to the river. Dontis followed after him, catching him in his arms as Xanthus crumbled into pieces.

Xanthus let out broken sobs as he pressed his back onto Dontis’ chest looking for comfort. He started gasping for air, only for his lungs to be met with tears. Dontis rubbed his arm gently, trying to ease him. Xanthus curled into a ball hiding his face in his knees as his hands grasped onto his hair in distress. “Easy xanthus…easy.” Whispered Dontis in his ear. Xanthus fell backward onto Dontis’ chest, gasping for air. He looked up at the starry night, hoping he’d hear his lover's voice talking about how much she loved the stars, her finger pointing out in the sky as she excitedly spoke to him more about her passion for learning more about what lies above. “Ah! Xanthus look!” She said excitedly as she pointed at the sky. “You can see Jupiter from here- oh! Did you know, that Jupiter was meant to be a star but it failed?! Because it was too small to handle the chemical reactions…. Xanthus.” Her voice began to fade as another started calling for him. It sounded so familiar yet strange. “Xanthus.” The voice kept calling his name. “Xanthus!” Xanthus blinked his eyes, finding himself still lying against Dontis.

“Are you alright? You passed out on me. I wanted to bring you back to my house but carrying an unconscious vampire is not a wise thing to do.” Dontis said, trying to get at least a smile from Xanthus. Xanthus got up dizzily, knees barely holding him up. Dontis got up holding him firmly under his arm. “I’ve got you.” He reassured Xanthus. Dontis then moved his arm around his waist propping him up. Xanthus walked alongside him, breathing heavily and groaning. “What have I done…?” He said in a broken voice as he pushed off Dontis. “I…I can walk on my own.” Dontis grabbed him by the waist and put Xanthus’ arm around his shoulder for balance. “No, you can’t. You can’t even stand properly without me helping you.” He sighs. “C'mon, let’s go.”

#zsakuva #angst #xanthus #writers on tumblr #writer stuff #late night writing #Saku #dontis #I’ll write fluff later I swear

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sunsetschloe · 14 days

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Oh, but to be aware of your warped vision of beauty, and to still love the flightless butterflies and cloudless skies Isn’t that beauty in itself?

--sunsetschloe

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earako · 8 months

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Will probably flesh these out later buut rough outline of the aftermath of my Queen Valerin lives au

- Ballister and Nimona forgets to tell Ambrosius about Valerin. He goes to see if Ballister's at the tower, shouts in surprise when he sees Nimona and almost runs into the board game table when he sees Valerin

- "QUEEN VALERIN? A-AND...wait actually I am so sorry but I forgot your name-" "It's Nimona gold dick." "Val, please stop laughing." "VAL?!"

- Ballister catches Ambrosius up, Valerin sees some of Ambrosius injuries too and demandsnto know where he got them from

- "It's no big deal-" "Ambrosius Goldenloin, neither you or Ballister could ever succesfully lie, especially to me."

- accompanied by mom glare and Ambrosius finally admits he tried to stop the director and got shot with the same laser that supposedly killed Valerin

- "Never mind, you're grounded as well." "WHAT?!"

- A week passes, Valerin has fully stepped intk the mom role and helps mediate the tension between her 'kids.'

- "Nimona, Ambrosius isn't Gloreth." "She was my friend, you know. Then her mom said I was a monster." "Well she was wrong. We all were." "You sure about that, Goldendick?" "How we lived made someone like the director. Anyone- the paranoia- we need to change."

- Eventually Nimona helps Valerin get a new identity, change up her hair, change her name officially to Val now

- Although more and more often they find themselves calling Val "mom"

- Anyway, scarred, traumatized trio heals with the help of their Mama Val

- Nimona also gets grounded

- "I SAVED THE REALM?! AND AM 1000 YEARS OLD?!" "Yes, and you weren't evem certain if you'd come back. Don't pout now, it's just a month without energy drinks- Don't look at Ballister and Ambrosius they're not going to help you"

- Ooo or would Auntie Val be better...hm. Could always have them call Val auntie but when Bal and Ambrosius say auntie they mean it in a mom way while Nimona means it more in a grandma way...

#Nimona #queen valerin #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #late night writing #The Queen Lives au #Auntie Val au

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justwordsonpages · 3 months

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The little girl in me, she’s been laughing again.

The little girl in me, she was afraid she was unlovable. She was afraid no one would ever stay.

The little girl in me didn’t believe you were real at first. She still doesn’t, but she tries.

The little girl who wondered for so long why she wasn’t good enough for her own father to quit drinking. The little girl who wondered why he wanted to hurt her mom.

You see, the little girl in me, she grew up. In a household that told her that all men are evil. She grew up in a house where “I’m sorry” was too difficult to say.

Where feelings are not welcome past the front door.

Where we don’t have time for your emotions.

She grew up believing that her words did not matter.

The little girl in me was told “Good girls are seen and not heard” just one too many times.

She grew up in an adults only house where she took up too much space and always asked for too much.

The little girl in me, innocent as she was, didn’t understand why nobody cared what she had to say or feel.

That little girl in me, she had so much love to give that she threw it at anyone who would dare accept it.

She poured from her own cup for so long, she ran out of the love she’d given out.

That little girl grew up to love a man so much like her father.

The little girl in me told herself he must love her because he stayed this time. It doesn’t matter how he treats me because he’s here.

The little girl in me mistook abuse for love. Love in a man that was so much like his own father before him.

Until one day she found herself again. Until she was tired of being less than she is. She was finally free.

The little girl in me spent time planting gardens in my head and around my house.

The little girl in me met a different man with as much love to give as she did.

This man met her in the middle and never asked for more.

This man showed up every single day and proved that not all men are evil.

And the little girl in me finally has a safe place to rest her head.

The little girl in me doesn’t feel like she’s too much anymore.

That same little girl found the love she wanted to give before.

Except her cup never runs empty these days.

This is a man who always gives what he takes

And now the little girl in me, she’s been laughing again.

She said it was worth the wait.

#love #story #writing #you #him #relationship #feelings #thoughts #just words on pages #poem #lit #literature #late night writing #written poetry #stories #story time #love story #the little girl in me

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mouthymermaid · 4 months

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I sometimes wish I could dissect myself

And take out the soft parts of me

Because what good is a tender heart, anyway?

🔪❤️‍🩹🥀

#short poem #late night poems #poemsociety #late night writing #poems on tumblr #sad poem #spilled poetry #late night thoughts #late night poetry #love #heart #love poem #love poetry

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tonettochanneko · 1 year

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Dunno, but I started thinking of writing this one since I'm pretty sure a lot of us are awake around the middle of the night, or can't sleep early.

So with this, just you always getting to see Bakugo falling asleep first whenever he decided to crash in your room to get the enough time to hang out with you alone. As you were busy catching up some reading of your recent bought manga from your outing with some friends, glancing away from it, you see his soft features, his cheek squished onto the pillow, eyebrows not creased to a glare, but relaxed to his comfort close to you and his slumber.

Everything you knew about him as that angry blonde guy, replaced to a whole different person when he's unconscious next to you. Setting the book aside, you decided to just admire his sleeping figure, brushing off some of the strands of hair from his face and softly outlining every shape to his jawline, cheeks, nose, eyelids and his eyebrows. You question,

'How did you get yourself lucky to get to know him? And his other side that he tends to hide away from everyone, but except you?'

Even with this simple moment, you can't help but to fall in love with him more.

You brush back his front bangs to expose his forehead and press a gentle kiss, feeling him shift just to get a little more comfortable, you just watched until a yawn escape your lips, sleep was getting to you, might as well succumb to it completely as you turn off your night lamp and closing the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his torso, with your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat before finally, you fell asleep for the night. ♡

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Bonus route ♡

With all the gestures that you did to him, he felt all of it, and when you finally settled in his arms and fell asleep, he slowly placed his hand over his face, he couldn't stop his flustered face from all the softness you have given him, behind his hand, he tried not to smile so bad, feeling all the mushy emotions with those simple gestures.

'God, why do you have to fuckin' make me feel this way for you?'

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA sheeesh I'm too sappy for this one I dunno this just came up to my mind and can't help but to write about it, it's short I know but it's my first time writing something here other than Wattpad. (Yes, I have wrote some but it's been dead of updates- HAHAHAHAHA) But!! I hope you enjoy this small one-shot uwu ♡

#bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugofluff #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha oneshot #bnha oneshots #fluff #wholesome #late night #late night writing #bakugo #just bakugo #I love this blonde boy #oneshot #cuddling #manga

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thespilledink · 6 months

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To let you go

Is to lose you

But to lose you

Is to save myself

I need to believe

I’m worth saving

-h.h.

#spilled thoughts #spilled ink #writing #poem #poetry #creative writing #heartbreak #late night writing #falling out of love #love myself #letting go #spilled poem #poemsbyme

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daughterofcainandchaos · 4 months

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i might be a bit unsettling at times but i still carry the childlike wonder within me i swear

#spilled thoughts #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #words words words #spilled ink #late night thoughts #late night writing

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atlaswritespoetry · 21 days

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Dont speak ill of the dead

Unless they deserve it

Death does not undo the terror

The horror

The tragedy they caused

Do not lie about the dead

It does not become them

He did not light up a room

He burned it down

She wasn't a bright light of inspiration

She was where secrets went to grow

I am not to be placed on a pedestal of flowery words

For in my death I shall sit on a throne of my actions

The truth is not only for the living

Because death is the one inescapable truth

#writers on tumblr #writers and poets #late night writing #writeblr #writing #writing idea #writing prompt #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #death poem #original poem #poem #poem and poetry #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poemsbyme

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bakerstreethound · 10 months

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Anything But Okay

Relationship: Loki x gender neutral reader

Summary: Loki comes to your aid while you're distressed.

Warnings: emotional distress, angst, mentions of blood, turmoil and a chaotic past

a/n: wrote this mid feels and very late so please excuse any minor spelling errors & the like. As always don't claim, copy, repost or translate to any sites. Heavily inspired by the song Are You Really Okay? By Sleep Token

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He heard the gut wrenching sobs behind the door before he opened it, the sight of you before him like a knife to his gut. Teary eyes, your hands tugging at your hair, covers tangled around you in a catastrophic cocoon.

You fought off another sob, sounding more like a wounded animal than a human being. You are tired, so tired if it all the expectations, the anxiousness brimming over, not being able to tell others how you feel. How could you when so many left and you don't know how to love in return? Let alone care for you know most only take advantage.

"Darling," Loki's brows furrow as he swallows, rushing over to your side, hesitantly wrapping you up in his arms, and thankfully, you obliged falling into him and his familiarity. He smells so good you can't help smiling a little, the ache in your body and mind subsiding for the moment. You were with Loki. He hasn't abandoned you.

"L-loki, shit I'm so sorry I'm fine it's nothing," you shudder, baffled he's still holding you, your tears staining the bedsheets crimson.

You hate when this happens, drowning in your own demise, leaving more scars upon your soul, on your bed. Of all that had to happen, you had to be born a freak, bloodshed your companion, offerings of red sacrificed in your name, yet you wanted none of it.

"Love, you're not fine. Can you tell me what's wrong?" His eyes usually stone cold around the Avengers are soft warm and understanding and you trust him, he's the only one you ever can trust.

You sigh, pushing the blanket off of you settling back into him as he adjusted himself on your bed despite the stains. "Heavy head and heart, the ghosts of the past keep coming reminding me I'm going to forever be alone and reminding me of all I lost. They tell me I can't know what love is, like walking a living hellish nightmare over and over living the same mistakes. I don't know who I am anymore, Loki, or what I'm supposed to be. I've lost twice before, Loki in the past I fear I may be time to give up. Am I so inhuman, so monstrous, so unwanting yet wanting love and care be wrong? What's to become of me, to us?"

Loki says nothing and another sob breaks free your shoulders shaking. Years of tormenting yourself not crying haven't helped matters and you always thought tears weak, especially yours now staining your arms red.

Why couldn't you for once be normal, not a freak an anomaly always passed over and forgotten? That is a fine line isn't it? Wanting certain love and care but not believing yourself worthy and bokting when you realize you can't reciprocate jn the manner they want.

But Loki....he is always there for you, you grew to love him and he for you, but times like these when you're thrown back to your past shackled to the torment your demons feed upon, he's there soothing you with another story.

He begins calm cool collected, lressing a kiss to your temple, arms wrapping around yoir waist and you can feel the steady beating of his heart, tethering you to the present, away from your treacherous worthless past where everything was grey and red until he arrived.

"Let me take us back to those autumn days we laid on the orchard, watching the stars and making fun of Thor and betting how fast he could fly across the sky. The picnics Freya would make watching after us long after we came back to the palace late, a knowing look in her eyes as she gave us wine before wishing us well. She adores you, loves you like her own."

"She always gave us wonderful picnics."

"You know she did prep them all her own, never let anyone else help her besides me, when she requested special wine."

A gentle quiet falls between you before you speak. "I miss her. She was always so gracious and you cared about her a lot."

He smiles softly turning you to face him, his skin cool against yours. "I loved her truly, she was a good mother to me, always encouraged me to find the right companion; one who made my mischievous heart take flight."

"Well you got a marvelous screw up."

His lips purse into a thin line. "Not a chance." He presses his lips against yours and you lose yourself to him, your achy heart resting against his thumping strong in his chest. "You don't have to be okay all of the time, love. It's okay to ask for help." He praises giving you a chance to breath before asking."Now, how is my favorite person?"

"Much better than okay now." Your cup his fave, eyes full of tears yet again pressing your lips against his, embracing the fall knowing he'll catch you no matter what despite your faults, your fears, and your past.

#late night writing #loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki (marvel)#loki god of mischief #loki fanfic #please excuse me #i haven't written him in ages #he may be a bit ooc #but comfort was needed #my writing #my alleyway

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comical-icicle · 8 months

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Here is the Red Queen! (Again-)

I finally got a sprinkle of motivation to finally finish this up, and I am in love. She’s so fun to draw imo, and I wish we knew more about her.

Her little comment about the astroknights make me want to know more about her connections and how this ties in with some islands. Since at least some of the astroknights are from Arturus, does that mean the kingdoms dislike one another or at least the royal families? Fairytale island has magical properties and beings while Astroknights island became more tech based. Sure, Mordred had a hand in that, but the kingdom still uses it.

Anyways, just a quick thought I needed to get out and it happened to go with the drawing. Kind of.

Another topic, but am I seeing things or does the Red Queen’s spaceship look like the ones Binary Bard sends out to attack Arturus? Structure-wise, I mean. Change the red to green, remove the crown, and you got the ships from Astroknight island. Maybe something maybe nothing, but that’s an oddly specific space ship design to use, especially for royalty when they could have gone with a rocket instead or something similar. Maybe it wouldn’t fit in with the airship, but that spaceship design is so specific to Binary Bard’s design!

Where am I going with this? Simple. Either Binary Bard built the spaceship for the Red Queen or someone stole their blueprints for it and used it to make the spaceship for her.

#art #my art #red queen my beloved #poptropica #poptropica fanart #late night writing #another ramble? more likely than you think #and i will make it everyone's problem #yeah i’ll post that

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