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@fromfandral
A flexible rapier made during the 19th century in Toledo, Spain.
old timey slap bracelet
Indie. Male!Poison Ivy from DC Comics. Semi-Selective.
~”I’m Poisonous”~
badassblackwidowcavalry :
I’m a sucker for ships that could kill each other, but would die for each other.
—— she wore the sun in her hair, light weaving its path through a crown of wild-flowers. unvoiced wisdom concealed behind PERPETUAL YOUTH like flecks of gold embedded in the dirt under her nails. and everywhere she went, she went with childlike joy in her naive heart, a smile to coax flowers to blossom and which saw the boughs of her trees laden with such precious GILDED FRUIT. ɴᴏʀsᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʀɪɴɢ & ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇs
reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.
Liam Stewart (Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade)
“That depends,” answered Iðunn smoothly, puckish smile unfurling across roseate lips and eyes glinting their mischief. She shifted, a hand following the subtle curves of her body and inviting his stare. Even as his eyes locked on hers, her tongue darted out to wet her lips in soft allure. She knew how to demand attention, how to tease and seduce while maintaining that youthful charm of hers. The goddess was a brat at the best of times. He would soon come to learn how she loved to PROVOKE.
She moved to straddle him without a hint of shyness, chests flush and her rear wiggling playfully against him. “— Are you up to the challenge?” Voice hot and heavy against his ear, she grinned wolfishly. “Or should I turn my attention elsewhere?”
His hips instinctively—and without much thought—bucked into her folds and almost instantaneously he was hard again. He licked his lips, his mouth dry at the dominance she provoked in him. “I think that I am.” He mentioned before straining to sit up and take the upper hand. Fandral’s mind continued to ring bells in his head about time running short, but all he could focus on was Iðunn.
His mouth nibbled and licked a hot trail from the already slightly bruised skin on her neck to her sternum. The warrior’s hands pressed down on her arms above her elbows in a form of restraint for what he wished to do next. Fandral’s tongue rolled over her pink nipples, pricking them with his lips.
“Death comes for us all–” She turned her gaze from his for a moment. “But yes, I have, but I have learned there is nothing I can do on the matter.”
@fromfandral from x
“My soul will be a-dry before;
But, after, it will thirst no more.”
Fandral said half mumbling the words.
Cope
Holland… He twitched in his sleep, a cold sweat already crawling from the small of his back where the band of his orange boxers lie. Holland! He attempted to look around, feverishly looking for the source of the shout. He was blind…where did any of this come from? What is happening? Was this because he escaped possibly to freedom?
He woke up, startled by how cold yet feverishly hot his flesh felt against the sheets that covered his body. His eyes immediately darted to the other edge of the mattress where he found the silhouette hue of Eureka. It mattered not how he felt in that moment, only that she was there beside him during this entire fiasco.
@pilotsofthenirvash
"The view really is spectacular. ”
“And what about it has caught your gaze tonight, Fandral?”
Lady Sif’s eyes widened as she was drawn along, her free hand tucking the card away into the cleavage of her gown. She followed him freely to the floor of partners dancing, fewer now that there were earlier in the evening, but the musicians still played.
“Oh don’t be a flatterer with me,” She chided despite the smile that now rested opening on her lips, “I know how you charm women, and I assure you I am immune.”
“Not immune, Sif.” He mentioned, enjoying the alluring taste of her name on his lips. The emerald warrior grasped one hand in the air and his other hand wrapped to her side. Teasingly, Fandral pretended to slip lower on her hip before re-positioning to a proper posture and taking the lead.
“You just cannot take a compliment.” That joyous smile stayed posted as the song flowed and he twirled her across the dance floor as each transition became more difficult as the song went on.
Perhaps next time we should start with the big one
Fandral and loki
Do not hurt her
I will rip you apart.
Iðunn snickered at his quick retort, quietened only briefly by one more stolen kiss. She leaned into it, her hand cupping his cheek as she allowed it to linger a moment longer. She retracted her touch as he drew back, making no such effort to rise but stretching languidly amidst the furs. “I should think I’ve proven myself a more than capable student,” she remarked in jest. “And judging by YOUR moans, I’d say I’m your favourite student at that.” She sounded smug, lashes dipping low in coy pretense even if she’d never been one for modesty. “— I’m not one so easily impressed.”
@fromfandral | X
“Are you challenging me, Iðunn?” Fandral’s voice was low and husky as his blue gaze trailed over her body. He trailed up her legs, over the curve of her hips to the pert nipples of her unclothed breasts.
He leveled his stare up to her eyes, a competitive, toned glare goading the goddess to continue to tease him. The warrior’s fingers twitched at the few spanks he had administered to her rear during their round of play. This girl is going to make me late. Fandral reminded himself of his appointment.
"The view really is spectacular. ”
“And what about it has caught your gaze tonight, Fandral?”
“Nay,” Sif responded as she complied, offering up the small stiff rectangle, her hand brushed against the leather of his glove. She hadn’t had a partner once this evening, had avoided them all, or more accurately, threatened them all.
“’Tisn’t that. Merely that I’m rather out of place on such formal occasions, do you not think?” She remarked, then an amused smile started pulling at her lips. “There are typically fewer brawls than I’d like when the hall is filled with royal blood. I believe Odin is of the opinion it will offend our Elven guests.”
Fandral quickly scrawled his name at the top of the page; slightly surprised that he was the first to dance with her. Sif looked so beautiful and seeing milky skin that was normally hidden under armor was a treat.
He returned the signed card to her and placed the pencil back into his pocket for another time though the party was arriving to the late hour. “You are stunning. A gem pretending to be a wallflower.” Fandral teased as he grasped Sif’s hand to lead her into the open area considered the dance floor.