ooc. hello. my name is kiwi. they/them. about to be 30 in november. a big oof. we’ve got muses out the wahoo that i love to death and i hope you will too!! from marvel to dc comics. tolkien to game of thrones. crimson peak to harry potter. gods and goddesses.
hello. Sorry I haven’t been around. My depression is worse than ever right now and it’s making me not want to do anything at all. Work is hard, I can’t concentrate and I just want to be at home and lie in bed. I’m hoping to get out of this soon and be with you all.
Captain Britain crashed her plane to save the world. The ice preserved her body until she was unfrozen decades later. the world she knew was long gone. And so was the man she fought side by side with.
finding steve rogers being cared by his children, she reunited with the ailing man, older than she once knew. his children and grandchild said; even though his mind was failing him- stricken by alzheimer’s- even after the fleeting moments, each one emotional. he had never been so sad but happy at the same time.
and peggy’s heart broke and swelled at the same time as she gave a gentle kiss to his wrinkled forehead before a teary goodbye.
I know I said I’d be on today but my depression is just. It’s really just hitting me hard. So hard that I’ve been crying none stop for no reason. So if anyone wants to do small rp threads or even text chats. You can hit me up on w.ire or di.scord.
I had to call out of work because of my back and now I’m depressed because I need the money but I can’t even stand up. So I’ll be here today. Might get to things. Idk yet. My depression is really bad.
another restless night in the new home. having left allerdale hall to rot away in the red clay; the journey from england to america had been rough on her. the sea air was thought to do her good; her body not the same since her being poisoned. it left it’s effect on her. night terrors, poor health. people looked at her like she had the consumption that plagued her time. but it wasn’t her lungs that were ill. it was her whole body.
loki had stayed with her after all- after everything. he took her from that place that haunted her. the place that wouldn’t release it’s grip on her. he snaked his way into her heart-- mending it back together. and here she was, laying next to him in their bed, night gown unlaced, left opened from the night before. a little celebration of their new lives. she didn’t stir from the movement of his side, or his body moving underneath the silk blankets that covered their bodies. nor the feeling of the lace being moved from porcelain skin.
hands moving up her legs, parting them ever so slightly. still- no stir and calm breathes. but when tongue met her core, her body twitched from the wetness against her. her lips parted, brows furrowed together. slow movements against her clit, another jerk of her body. she slowly stirred, her dreams more lewd than ever. tongue moving faster before lips latched, sucking. it made her eyes flutter open, a soft moan leaving her. “what...” a groggy word escaped her. another moan falling from her not seconds after speaking. this was indeed a good way to a good morning.
shaken exhales left parted lips as a hand slid its way under the blanket, fingers tangling in raven locks. legs lifted, bending at the knee to rest her feet by his head; spreading open more. “what’s- ah- gotten into you?” she whispered as her breaths quickened. she felt the heat rise in her body, feeling the familiar feeling of an orgasm. “l-loki.... i--.” her back arched, pants heavier as moans seemed to cascade from her. her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling. her legs shook, her head falling back against the pillow. “don’t stop. please.” she begged. one last moan, louder than the rest, left her as her orgasm rushed out of her. her back falling back against the bed. “last night wasn’t enough?” she asked through shaken breathes, a tease.