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the-pobble-terrarium · 8 months

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AND NOW ONTO RD !!!

(CW for ableism, slight homophobia)

Rainbow Dash was the absolute pride and joy of her family. Ever since a young age she had been a strong flier, her proportions made her incredibly aerodynamic, and she had perfect wing ratio. For all accounts and purposes, she was the golden example of the ideal Pegasus. In her younger years, it didn’t take her long to climb the social ladder in school. She was one of the popular kids, and she knew it well. Rainbow Dash never really cared for the hierarchy Cloudsdale pushed, though. Her parents always said “any pegasus is a perfect pegasus” and she lived by that rule. Which is why, out of all her peers who mocked and shamed the short little yellow filly with small wings, she was the one to befriend her.

Rainbow Dash came to learn this little filly, Fluttershy, was one of the kindest ponies she had ever met. Flutters, as Rainbow Dash nicknamed her, made a habit of noticing the small things- the little bugs that fluttered through the sky, the shape of clouds, birds that perched on lamp posts. She had an incredible ability to pick up on Dash’s mood too, even when she thought it wasn’t obvious. She always put others before herself, even to her own detriment, and it baffled Rainbow- it baffled her how anyone could berate and belittle someone so caring over such small things.

She quickly learnt, however, she wasn’t safe from her peers scrutiny either. Rumors began to spread that Rainbow Dash was hanging with schools resident punching bag, and Rainbow quickly understood just how cruel kids can be. Three of her best friends, Hoops, Dumb-bell, and Score approached her after school one day, and promptly told her to stay away from ‘that flightless meatbag.’ That she was a ‘loser’ and ‘lazy’ and that those bad habits would rub off on Rainbow. Dash was, understandably, shocked that these friends she’d known for years, these friends so kind and caring to her, could be so harsh and cruel. Not wanting to lose such close friends, Rainbow promised she’d stay away from Fluttershy, but in reality she merely kept their friendship hidden from the public.

As Fluttershy knows all too well however, secrets can’t be kept forever- and the rumors just got worse when people discovered Rainbow Dash was hanging out with Fluttershy in secret. They claimed Fluttershy was her “filly-friend,” that Rainbow was just as much of a loser as she was, a coward and an idiot for hanging with such a low-life. This level of venom towards her punched Dash in the gut hard. She spent most of her days during those times hiding from her peers when she could, and it gave Dash a crushing glimpse into the life Fluttershy lived almost daily.

When Rainbow Dash discovered the starter of these rumors, however, she was furious.

Her closest friend, the foal she had known since flight-school, the foal she had spent her ENTIRE LIFE with- entrusted the best. Dumb-bell. HE had started the rumors.

That day she found out, she got into a massive fight with him, and had found out who he really was. She broke her friendship with him, with all his posse, and declared then and there that YES. She was Fluttershy’s friend. She would STAY her friend even if it cost her her status and she would NEVER stoop down to his level. After that she stormed away with Fluttershy, and didn’t look back when Dumb-bell called to her.

And unfortunately, her Loyalty to her friend DID cost her her status. She became the schools second punching bag, sited as the pegasus who “had it all and gave it up for literal garbage.” Rainbow was tough however, and though it hurt hearing how much everyone suddenly hated her, it fueled her to try harder, be better, PROVE that she was still the best, whether they liked it or not. And this rage and ego fueled desire to push herself beyond every limit she had would lead to her biggest regret. (Im gonna reblog this with the rest, post is getting laggy from so much text)

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ninart-small-one · 6 months

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And a little more Uta. I call it two parts of one personality.

#uta fanart #uta tokyo ghoul #two parts

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lgbtally4ever · 6 months

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THE BEST SCENE FROM LOVE MATE

And, in this case, LOVE MATE The Movie!

Enjoy.

(in two parts—this is part 2)

#love mate the movie #fan edit #greatest kissing scene in Korean bl #two parts

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 21 days

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"je suis l'élue"

#watching 13x5 #Gotta use this in a video sometime #it's nice the lines you kinda gain and lose in different languages #bc some just lend themselves to recontextualising in a video better than others you know?#like for example in english “theres nowhere near enough of it” has this...finality #gut punch of catastrophe #lends itself very well to taking and putting into other contexts #which ive done with that line #in french that one doesnt let you do that so easily #but vice versa i think 'je suis l'élue' has this recontextualisation facto that 'im the one' doesnt really #it's about a combination of words+delivery #i think it's about rhythm a lot too. bc the french voice actors really do an amazing job at matching the original line deliveries #but Im The One has 3 syllables whereas Je Suis L'éLue has 4 #similarly theres-No-where-Near-e-Nough-of-It has an up and down #that 'il en manque énormément' just doesnt #the english line has a beat while the french one more unfurls #it does have a bit of a rhyme with manque and -ment maybe #ilenmanque-énormément #two parts #anyway thats language thoughts of the evening

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deadlynavigation · 1 year

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request: Loki x reader. Reader and Loki have been dating for a while and he finally agrees to bring her to Asgard to meet the family. Thor welcomes having a new sister, and Frigga welcomes having a daughter but Odin is not impressed. The three band together to convince Odin that the reader is good for Loki. Things end happy. Lots of fluff and angst pls!!

The Welcoming

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, family, almost-anxiety attack

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long, my writer's block dropped in. Bear with me lol.

As always, lmk if there are any warnings I missed. Requests open, navigation is at the bottom of this fic.

Part Two

I don't own Marvel. Pls don't come after me.

Do not plagiarize or translate any of my works or their included assets.

Loki’s always the first to wake up.

He loves the calm of the morning, the feeling of not having to do anything or worry or approach the day just yet. Just taking a moment to still. To admire the day. To admire you- his fiancee.

It's the same this October morning.

The god’s been up for a few minutes, still blinking the sleep from his eyes and slowly stretching out his legs. He does it all very slowly and quietly, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. No, it’s too early for that. You don’t need to be up for another half hour.

You shouldn’t have to get up at all, Loki thinks with a grumble. But you’ve been so insistent about meeting his family, his parents and brother, that he couldn’t hold his strict no-meeting rule for long. Besides, seeing your smile when he agreed was so worth dropping it.

But today’s the day- the day you meet the people who raised him. He’s probably more nervous than you will be.

Loki buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent to calm himself. He can’t stop himself from pressing a couple kisses to your collarbones too, and from there you cheeks. His lips glide to your forehead, where he lingers to take you in. From the flyaway strands of hair to your flannel-covered legs, you are perfect.

Loki loses track of time as he places his forehead against yours. His lips are still chasing any area of your skin they can reach, until finally, you start to squirm.

The god backs up (but still keeps a gentle hold on you) as sleep leaves your body.

“Good morning, my love,” Loki murmurs when your eyes open. They blink the blurriness away, the e/c colour brightening.

“Hi baby,” you respond with a rasp in your voice. You snuggle into your lover closer, arms coming up onto his chest while he pulls you in further and plants a kiss upon your head. A yawn escapes your mouth, the peace overwhelming your sensors.

“Did you sleep well, Y/n?” Loki whispers into the room.

“Very well. Did you?”

“With you next to me, I find it impossible not to,” He responds, sincere love a welcome undertone in his answer.

“Silver tongue,” you mumble, burying your blushing face into his torso further.

“You inspire it, love. Now, are you ready to face the day?”

“Nope.” You burrow deeper into your lover and the blankets.

Loki stares at you in bewilderment, confusion setting onto his face. Have you not been begging to meet his family for months? And now you… don’t want to?

“Y/n, my love, were you not the one who insisted upon this? For almost a year?”

You turn to face the ceiling, trying to wake yourself up. “I was. But now I regret it.”

Mortals baffle Loki.

“How can one go from absolute insistence to refusal in less than 12 hours?”

“Hush, Loki. I am well aware of what I have asked, and I’ll end up going to meet your family anyways, but let me live in denial for a couple minutes.” You bring your hands up from Loki and slowly crack your knuckles while your lover tries to contemplate your words. Eventually, though, he gives up, and he kisses you before rising from the bed.

Once the god has magicked himself the appropriate clothing and finished his morning routine, he glances at the bed, expecting you to still be comfy under the blankets.

“Which dress is good for meeting ancient gods that are also my future in-laws?” You question from Loki’s left. He spins around, startling at the sight of you standing right next to him.

“My love, don’t scare me like that. My heart rate is already atrocious.” Loki puts a hand to his heart and exhales deeply.

“Oh well. Now you feel a fraction of what I’m feeling. But seriously, which dress?”

*____*

It takes a fair bit of time for you to gather yourself after the trip to Asgard, trying not to faint from the dizziness and anxiety on the inside while looking somewhat presentable on the outside. Loki, being the wonderful god that he is, notices your lament, and turns to you after dropping his hands from his now smoothed-out clothing.

“Are you all right, lovely?” He coos, placing his hands on your waist and bending down to reach your face.

“Of course, yes.” You respond, cringing at the sound of your voice. It’s breathy and worry-riddled and a dead giveaway that no, you are not all right.

“Calm down, love. Soothing thoughts, yes? Deep breaths.” Loki places his forehead against yours and sets a slow pace of inhales and exhales.

It’s not long after that you start to come down. Your mind isn’t going a thousand miles anymore, and your breathing is even- all thanks to your fiance.

“Thank you, baby.” You tiptoe to kiss his cheek lightly.

“Of course, my love. Now, we should get going, unless my brother has decided-”

“HELLO, DEAR SIBLINGS!” You hear a shout that could be compared to a war cry coming from the rainbow bridge, and turn your head to the source. Loki, meanwhile, cringes into your hair before turning to where your gaze falls.

“Hello, Thor,” Loki calls somewhat grudgingly, but you can see the light in his eyes. He’s happy to see his brother, no matter what he tries to cover it with.

“Brother!” The other god yells, running up to Loki and trapping him in a bear hug. It lasts a solid minute, and after Thor drops Loki, he heaves in gulps of air while rubbing at his chest.

“And this must be the mortal,” Thor turns to you. Loki does as well, apologising with his eyes as his brother approaches you with open arms (quite literally). You smile before being lifted off the ground and pulled into the tightest hug you have ever received.

“Hello, my lady! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” You grin, returning the hug until he lets go.

“Finally, you say,” You turn your gaze to Loki.

“Brother, did Mother want us to meet her immediately?” Loki turns away from you, scared of the fire in your eyes, even if it is a façade.

“Yes, that’s what I’m here for. To guide you two to her and Father.” You don’t miss how Loki tenses at the word father, his posture straightening and hands flexing into fists.

“Then let us go,” Loki responds, letting his brother lead the way.

Your lover falls into step with you, grasping your hand as nerves start to set in. You squeeze his hand three times, not risking verbal comfort. Loki has told you many times that Thor being around means no verbal comfort is to be exhibited- probably a pride stunt, but you’ll respect it nonetheless.

So you walk the length of the bridge, Thor spurting out random facts about Asgard. By the time you arrive at the grand palace, you’re an expert in the realm’s history and culture.

The grand palace- a sight to behold. It looks to be made of pure magic, and the interior is no different. Chambers and halls stretch on for miles, decorated with only the best artwork and furniture.

Except for now, there’s a future in-law waiting to greet you.

“My son,” Frigga Freyrdottir exhales, a weight lifted off her shoulders at the sight of her eldest son, safe and happy and home. She rushes to hug him, the two staying in the embrace as they whisper heartfelt greetings to each other.

Once Frigga lets go, she turns to you. “Hello, darling. Welcome to the family,” she says, warmth evident in her tone. The goddess goes in for a short but sweet hug, wrapping her arms around you as though you were her own daughter. You don’t mind at all.

“Hello, Frigga. It’s an honour to meet you.” You reply, returning the hug before letting go.

“Oh, none of that. Mother will do just fine if you so choose.” She smiles at you before turning to Loki, who looks as though he’s relaxed from the tension at the bridge.

“I like her,” Frigga whisper-shouts to her son. Loki rolls his eyes, but not before trying to conceal a grin. He’s just glad his family is able to get along.

“So, darling, what are your hobbies? Favourite books? Painters?” Your future mother-in-law questions, wondering where in the palace would most interest you.

“Well, I love Dante Alighieri’s works- he’s always been a favourite author of mine.” You respond. It’s true- Loki finds Dante’s writing scattered about your house most days.

“You have good taste. Dante is a skilled author, and we have almost all of his books in the royal library,” Frigga beams. She knew she liked you, and this is only further enunciating her impression of you.

You’re about to start fangirling over the palace’s ownership of the books when an old man bursts into the hall, golden eye patch adorned upon his face. He storms through the chamber, stopping only when he reaches you, Loki, Thor and Frigga.

The entire time he’s been in the room, Loki has not relaxed. His shoulders are tense, his hands clench in and out of fists, and his jaw looks as though it is as hard as steel. You glance over at him as the man, who you assume is Odin, stalks closer, and you reach for his pinky. Without thinking, the god hooks his with yours.

It’s been years since Loki’s had to deal with Odin. Years of uninterrupted peace with you, which he never wanted to end. And now, it’s all gone with the echoing footsteps of his father.

“Hello, Father.” Loki says once the man stops in front of them.

“Loki. Why is there a mortal in my palace?” The man responds, tone clipped and impatient.

“This is my fiancee, Father. Y/n. We have-”

“Get her out of my realm. No son of mine will marry a mere mortal- you will wed another deity, not settle for this… scum.”

You’ve stood in silence for most of the exchange, but when the man crosses that line, you step forward, slipping your hand in Loki’s and squeezing lightly.

“Sir, just because you’ve lived for thousands of years and rule Asgard doesn’t mean you get to be an absolute bitch.”

The words echo throughout the chamber. Frigga moves her hand to her mouth, trying to keep the laughs at bay.

Loki stands in shock, his admiration for you tripling. He squeezes your hand back with his mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

Thor looks as though he’s a child with a fluffy dog. In awe and joyous but still distracted by his surroundings.

Odin, though, looks ready to murder someone- namely you. He’s stopped fully in front of you and has straightened his posture. Too bad you’re five inches taller than him and he doesn’t appear intimidating in the slightest.

“Get out.”

“Sir-”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Palace.”

*____*

You and Loki stroll through Asgard’s centre, hands swinging between the both of you as you glance over the merchants selling their products.

“I’m sorry, love. I was not aware he would be so cruel towards you.” Loki breaks the silence that’s been present since you were ushered out of the castle.

“I deserved some of it. I mean, you can’t just go up to a centuries-old deity and insult him.” You purse your lips in dejection. “And besides, he was just as bad to you. How are you feeling about it?”

Loki keeps moving his feet, breathing evenly and pacing himself. “I’m used to it, but that doesn’t make it easier to confront.”

You lean into your lover’s shoulder, humming in response. You can’t offer Loki verbal comfort- what does one say in this situation? So instead, you settle for touch.

“Thank you, love.” Loki murmurs after a minute. You look up at him in confusion- you have done nothing worthy of thanks.

“What for, baby?”

“Being with me. Not running away from my family. Wanting to meet them, to be exposed to yet another part of my life that even I hide away from.” Loki looks up towards the colourful sky to hide his glassy eyes.

You stop in the middle of the road for a minute, touched by Loki’s confession. He stops as well.

“So thank you,” The god whispers one last time, leaning in to plant a small kiss on your lips.

It shocks you out of your reverie, and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “Loki, we are in public.” You hiss.

“And I am the crown prince of this realm. I am able to kiss my love in public if I so choose.” And he kisses you again to prove a point, but this time, you relish in the feeling, not backing away for the sole reason of Loki not doing so either.

“Let’s head back to the palace- I have an idea,” Loki whispers through a growing grin after the two of you pull apart. He may just get Odin to accept you yet.

(Navigation)

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki god of mischief #x reader #marvel #requests #fluff #angst #two parts #two shot #loki x you #loki odinson #marvel x reader #loki x y/n #loki odinson x reader #fanfiction #thor x reader #frigga #frigga's b+ parenting

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idissectgermanwords · 1 month

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Wasserglätte (noun, feminine); aquaplaning

Wasser (noun, neutral); water

Glätte (noun, feminine); slipperiness

-> more often "Aquaplaning"

#noun #two parts #anglicism #daily dissecting #and with 'more often' i mean the first time i read Wasserglätte was in the dictionary and i have a driver's license #just read aquaplaning like it's a german word and that's how people say it. aren't anglicisms fun?

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celestialseph · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40084680

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40244349

eddie munson’s vampire mixtape, steve harrington’s vampire mixtape

by @spr1ngandastorm

steve x eddie, vampire!eddie

quite possibly one of the best fix-it fics i’ve ever read. a new favorite! everyone lives, but it’s angsty yet soft, vampire!eddie has me wrapped right around his finger, steve is a raging bisexual who needs robin to talk some sense into him as always, kas theory supremacy. lord of the rings references (with rats!), max is a badass, eddie is even more metal but this time he can talk to his guitar, steve and eddie are the cutest couple of the eighties- give them a fucking trophy.

no but seriously, these had me in tears and laughing within the span of five minutes, they stole my heart completely. definitely at the top of my list and i’ve recommended them to anyone who will listen.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie #vampire!eddie #angst #soft #FAV #two parts

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coffeecat1983 · 11 months

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Stuck Together pt 1 of 2 (TotK one shot, Link/Kohga Out of Character fluff)

"I cannot believe I'm stuck up here with you of all people!" Link didn't reply, only glanced at his unlikely companion before looking over the edge of the rocky pillar they were stuck on. They were on a pillar in the middle of a pit in the Depths, and three masses of Gloom Hands oozed and slinked around, occasionally one rising up to stare back with a baleful yellow eye. "Yeah well, we're stuck here." Link replied. "I'm out of weapons, arrows, and only have a few fire seeds. Not enough to get past those things or the gloom puddles around them." Master Kohga groaned. "How did I get into this again?" he said, flopping back on the hard stone. "You jumped me while I was trying to glide over." Link deadpanned. "Thanks for that by the way, you broke my paraglider." "I was aiming for your neck." Kohga muttered. He looked down at the roaming hands. "Goddess, those things give me the creeps." Link just hummed in thought. After a while, he spoke. "Why haven't you tried throwing me over the edge, anyway?" Kohga sighed. "What good would it do? I still couldn't get away from all those things. Figure survival's more likely with you around, as much as I hate to admit it." "Huh, so it's not because you're sweet on me?" This made Kohga sit up sharply. "What?! NO! How did you get that idea?!" Link gave him a sly grin, one that oddly sent a tingle up Kohga's spine. "You're so obsessed with killing me, I kinda thought something else was going on." Kohga groaned. "Goddess, no. Look it's all part of the Yiga clan's plans, okay? Get rid of the hero, be evil, that kind of thing." Link just hummed again. He heard a soft sound and looking over, realized Kohga had removed his mask. The Yiga leader caught his look. "What?" "Nothing, just, I don't think I've seen you without your mask before." "Lemme guess, you'd rather I keep it on?" he said, shoulders slumping in a familiar rejection. Link looked away, a faint pink coloring his cheeks. "No, actually. You can keep it off." He admittedly hadn't expected the older man to be so, dare he even think it, good looking. Then again, I guess technically we're not too different in age, he mused. Kohga let out a soft scoffing laugh. "Heh, I'll take that as a complement. But I'm no princess, I bet." Link's face grew redder. "She's... not really my type." he muttered. Kohga looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Really? With the way you stick to her like you do, I thought you were in love or something." Link turned his back to Kohga, wrapping his arms around his knees. "She's a friend, and I'm expected to stay close to her. Part of the job. I mean when I first started, she hated my guts almost as much as you do. Wasn't until I saved her that she saw me as more than an annoyance. But what can I do? I didn't exactly have a choice in this job." Kohga picked up his mask again, running a thumb over the painted symbol. "Yeah, I know that feeling. I wasn't really given a choice, either." "What? But you started the Yiga Clan, right?" Kohga scoffed again. "Please, all I did was give them a name and a new mission. Everything else has been in place for generations. If I had refused to take over, I would have been killed as a traitor." He stared out over the Depths, into the murky dark. "I, I don't really hate your guts, you know." he finally said. "Again, it's part of the job. An act." Link turned, looking at him over his shoulder. Giving in, he scooted a little closer. "What would you be doing, if you weren't in the Yiga clan?" he asked. Kohga shrugged.

Continued in part 2...

By "CC"

#totk link #master kohga #fanfic #out of character #two parts

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