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@gildedstorms-blog
oh??? is mun liv actually still alive???
....YES but barely. i’m so sorry for dropping off the map so suddenly. classes have just started for me and it’s been taking up a lot of my time. i’m hoping that once this week is over i can get back on this blog some more!!
p.s. i love you all so much !
send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
if they had a kid — sif/eros !!!!
—@gildedstorms—
send me a ship and I’ll tell you their:
Name: tai velde
Gender: female
General Appearance: dark almost black hair, deep brown eyes, adult height: 5′7″
Personality: reserved, quick-witted, takes-no-shit, kind-hearted
Special Talents: swordsmanship, painting
Who they like better: she could never pick a favorite parent
Who they take after more: sif, it’s in the facial structure and her eyes
Personal Head canon: eros has tried to teach her magic but she lacks the patience to sit still and actually focus because she finds magic to be boring
Face Claim: breanna yde
sif & eros
he k n o w s he can find SOME way to salvage the material (mainly because it was one of his S O F T E R fabrics he had come to adore), but the words she uses make him fall SILENT for a moment before smiling a bit.
‘ it is ALRIGHT…..really, tis just a tunic, love. it could have been w o r s e. ‘
She clears her throat uncomfortably, a faint smile flickering back to reflect his. His response paired with the affectionate word has her heart beating just a little too fast. “I know, but I...I know you liked that one a bit more.” A swallow. Was that too much?
“How about we go to the market this afternoon? Pick a new one. As an apology.” She smiles, this time genuinely. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
an odd kind of kinship. sif & steve
❛ you’re not the first to tell me such, ❜ the captain responds as he spares a glance in her direction, a smile that matches her own spreading across one corner of his mouth to the other. there was no denying how well the two worked together. of course, steve was unsure if he was a worthy opponent to an asgardian but he sure as hell attempted to be ( it was a more difficult feat than it sounded and it was safe to say that even with the serum he had to push to keep up ).
a laugh, mixed with both surprise and delight, slipped past parted lips. ❛ you flatter me. ❜ it could be considered naive to believe that one could never learn something from someone else. however, steve was far from assuming that sif would think so of him. the admittance has a semi-permanent smile stuck to his mouth as they ventured further into stark tower. ❛ i think there are many more areas in which we agree, ❜ he begins, pressing the button that summons the elevator before gesturing her to enter prior to him. ever since sif arrived, steve has taken a liking to her company ( an occurrence that did not happen as often as he would have liked ). ❛ but that could be considered the most prominent. ❜
His humble nature is a trait she admires in him. It is so uncharacteristic in her upbringing for such a competent warrior to downplay his abilities, as opposed to constantly boasting them over a glass of mead. Steve Rogers was half-mystery, half-phenomenon to Sif. Perhaps it was his old soul that helps the two get along so well. She had always had a turbulent relationship with her own immortality, and the same thought seemed to run through him. It was a rare occurrence that she felt such a connection to someone, and especially one so deep.
“Not flattery, Captain,” she smiles, sending him a nod of gratitude as she slips into the elevator. “Asgardians are more prone to honesty, after all.” The soft ding of the elevator doors closing has her gaze flickering up to watch the numbers. The sheer amount of technology that had needed getting used to when she had first arrived on Midgard had been staggering. But eventually, Sif had succumbed to just letting new things happen to her as opposed to processing each one.
“True. I’ve had trouble convincing troops that shields are usable on the offensive, and here you are to confirm it.” She grins, stepping out of the elevator and holding an arm out to keep the doors from closing. It was her turn to be chivalrous.
i’m being super lazy with replies, BUT, like this for me to go through your blog and send you a meme !!! ( PLS i wanna interact with all you pretties )
sif & eros
he is holding up what O N C E was a brilliantly blue tunic, now swirled with r e d dye from her attempt at laundry, a small SAD look upon his lips.
‘ perhaps i should be the one to do laundry from n o w on…. ‘
Sif groans, setting her armour down as she stands to see the damage. “I’m sorry, Eros. I really am. I can fix it, I’ll...” but upon further inspection, it’s quite clear that that’s not an option. “I’m sorry, darling.” The endearment slips out before she can stop it. Oops.
me: *replies to one (1) thread and reblogs two (2) things*
me: i am.............tired
I mean I SAY I love the ‘Enemies to Lovers’ trope but what I really MEAN is that I love the
‘Enemies to Resentful Allies In A Time Of Crisis to Grudging Mutual Respect to Growing Fondness Concealed By Snark to Hurtful Betrayal to Slow Reconciliation With A Greater Understanding Of Each Other to Strange But Solid Friendship to Unexpected Feelings In A Time Of Crisis to Denying Their Feelings While Growing Closer As Friends to Epiphanies Of Love In The Worst Possible Circumstances to Mutual Pining to Unbearable Sexual Tension to Lovers’
trope
—@gildedstorms—
‘ all the dyes in my clothes BLED together && now n o t h i n g matches. who do i B L A M E for this atrocity? ‘
Sif looks up briefly from where she is polishing her wrist guards. “Ah, that possibly may be...” her flippant air fades as she sees his face. “My doing?” It is finished with a sheepish smile.
Romeo + Juliet (1996), dir. Baz Luhrmann.
the present and the past. sif & richard
—– ALL THE WOMEN IN HIS LIFE WERE STRONG: and perhaps in a kinder time, Rich would’ve loved to get to know her. To LEARN her story and tell it to the universe (Earth because that was a huge-ass clusterfuck if he ever saw one). But Rich was here on business &&. he doesn’t miss the soldiers behind her. Of course he brought his own when he docked, but left them save for one to stand outside the room – because LET’S FACE IT, Rich can hold on his own.
Hands clasped behind his back, chin lifted. “Of course,” Rich gestures for the other Nova to step forward, placing a small box on the ground, holographic image of the fugitive. “The fugitive in question is named Xxeyvt. They are charged with battery, aggravated assault, the near-assassination of Nova Corps members and treason against the Xandarian government. They are highly dangerous and my team &&. I have tracked him over here.”
Gaze flickers from the hologram &&. to Lady Sif, head tilted to pantomime an eyebrow tilt. “Unless you haven’t caught them yet?”
Despite the tension in her spine, that straight-backed and at attention training visible in her stance, she can further respect the man in front of her. He addresses the situation with eloquence, and a calmness that she knows her men appreciate. But the moment he tilts his gaze at her like that, it grates against her nerves so badly that she takes a hard step forward, fingers tensing around the hilt of her sword.
Sif knows what it means to be undermined. And in his words, she hears the echoes from years of doubt and skepticism from nearly every warrior in the royal guard. And though she had a feeling he did not mean this in a malicious way, it boiled her blood nonetheless.
“I would watch your tongue, mortal. This is our realm you impose yourself upon.” But her respect for him cuts her spiteful words off there as her gaze flickers to the image. “I wouldn’t exactly use the word ‘caught’. His presence does not go unnoticed, but he is not currently in our custody. However, since you have given us reason enough to suspect darker deeds, Asgard consents to give you the outlaw Xxeyvt upon his discovery.”
Her jaw clenched, but some of the tension eased from her shoulders, a hand falling away from her weapon. There would be no conflict today.
apologies for the inactivity today !! i’m in the midst of a big move for school. i’ll try my best to get to some drafts tomorrow! until then, ALL MY LOVE!
still not great with activity! i’ve trying my best to keep up with shorter drafts and memes. i’m in the middle of my trip right now, so i’ll have free time soon!!
@gildedstorms liked for a starter
“Darling whatever are you looking at me like that for?” Did he have something in his teeth? The horror. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone having noticed a thing like that.
Sif has her chin propped up on her hand, elbow pressing against the cherrywood table as she stares at her friend. An amused smile is slowly growing into a grin. “No, no, of course not, sweetheart.”
She frowns, however, a look of barely masked coyness behind her eyes. “Though there is something on you, but I suppose it’s just that stupid look on your face.”
unlikely allies. sif & bucky
Fight is something that is incredibly short lived, much shorter than he would have expected. Ah, of course. Just when he thinks that he finds an enemy that has a good fight in them, they turn around and disappoint. Only, that wasn’t the entire case here. There was someone else that had gotten involved, only he didn’t quite notice until the enemies laid sprawled at their feet and his attention had turned to the woman. Gaze suspiciously narrows as he moves from the spot he remained, taking a few steps to the side.
Something is definitely off here, with her.
Then she speaks, and it causes for his suspicions to be confirmed. As of late, he’s met a few people that… weren’t quite from around here. With so much happening, it seems that everyone affected is getting involved. As if one fate, connected to the fate of many. Then again, he’s never been one to really believe in such a thing. It’s only what he has heard in the past, even if it sounds a bit silly to him. He assumes, that this is one of those. Which makes him tread a bit more careful. Because the last thing that he needs out here? Is anymore enemies. He already has a long enough list of those.
Lips purse, and a breath is drawn. “That depends.” Gaze narrows, and he waves a dismissive hand towards the bodies that are still splayed across the ground. So far, they seem to show no promise that they were going to wake up anytime soon. “Are you looking for trouble, specifically, or are you out here on a mission?”
Sif cannot make out his face in the dark, and his voice gives no further indication of his identity. Not that she was planning on knowing any stranger just walking about the street. But there was something in the way he had fought that told her he wasn’t just an inhabitant of the realm. It was more than that. It sufficed to say that Sif was reasonably wary.
His rebuttal causes her to bristle a bit, her old Asgardian pride rearing its head in the face of his perceived ingratitude. Sif lets out a breath, cocking an eyebrow as she eyes him. “Not trouble, if you couldn’t notice how I aided you only moments ago.” The statement is punctuated with a slight huff.
“But I have to admit, you held your own for quite a while.” In a show of peace, she lowers her hands, stance still tensed in the case of any conflict. “A mission, though, is...not far off the mark. You are no regular citizen, then. Not with that set of skills.”
Her gaze flickers down to their fallen assailants for a moment. The adrenaline running in her veins has calmed slightly, her nerves less frayed from the midst of combat. And still, her curiosity is peaked to who this is.
🍻+ “ what scares you more than anything ?”
It isn’t often that Sif gets drunk, but when she does, she gets drunk. It takes a while, but soon she is swaying, bleary-eyed, next to a friend who she never thought she’d call a friend. Steve Rogers has turned out to be an impeccable drinking problem. Despite being a mortal, he holds his drinks incredibly well, and has kept up comfortably with Sif the entire evening.
But the question does take her by surprise. “Surtur’s bones, Captain, you sure know how to pick a conversation opener.” Sif chuckles. It’s a bad attempt to detach herself a little from a question that requires such a truthful answer.
“I’m not sure, I’m not scared of much. Dying isn’t something to be afraid of, especially on Asgard. But if I had to choose something, maybe…intimacy.” Her voice has started to hush, a sense of confidentiality enveloping the two of them.
“There are no battle strategies to keep a broken heart at bay, Captain. If you’ll pardon my contrived words.”
drunken confessions // ACCEPTING!
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone?”
Sif is in the middle of gulping down another bit of wine when Zeus poses the question. The alcohol on Mount Olympus is arguably wonderful, and she just couldn’t resist joining him when the work day was over.
“Well, let’s see,” she sighs, setting down the goblet as she propped her head up on her palm. “He has to be tall, dirty blonde. Greek. Bit proud. Absolutely insufferable when it comes to stubbornness. That’s my dream man!” She punctuates her sarcasm with a bit of a sigh, losing the facade in a second as she bursts into giggles. Tipsy was a bit of an understatement.
“But you want an honest answer?” Sif huffs, shifting in her seat, a little anxious at the prospect. “Well, they have to be steadfast in their loyalties. Someone I know I can depend on. Kind and good. Someone who knows how to love me in a way that won’t suffocate. Someone who’ll be proud of me, no matter how I fall from grace.”
She clears her throat, a little uncomfortable with the sudden vulnerability. All that’s left to do is attempt to cover it with a bad joke.
“And, of course, they have to be suitably rich.” She grins.
drunken confessions // ACCEPTING!
