any fucking way i have to mow the lawn and get on my active blogs. this was grand, sorry for being an eyesore on some dash’s with all that mess but defending a good friend is a priority. ;)
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any fucking way i have to mow the lawn and get on my active blogs. this was grand, sorry for being an eyesore on some dash’s with all that mess but defending a good friend is a priority. ;)
see ya
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1: Hot, Steamy kiss
Something in her blood singsat times so very softly andother times with the vengeanceof a soprano wanting to shatterglass. Something in her blood burns.It itches under her skin.Jane drags her fingersover skin until the trailsare like maps, markedangry and red, red, red. Something in her aches for freedom.She’ll awake some nightsunaware of where she hasbeen, what she has done,with the burning dull as ifit has been roaring like abonfire all night long. Something in her thrums with an ancient power.Jane closes her eyes andremembers. His gaze wasmade up of rubies and fire.His words were purred likejewels, smooth and gleamingwith the promise of so muchfun, if she wanted it. She wanted it, she took it, she owned it.The kiss tasted like smokeand whiskey. She had wantedto taste blood, so she bit atthe bottom lip until it grewplump and kiss swollen, untilshe tasted copper. He hadgroaned and melted into heruntil something told him torun. She would devour him if she could. He was smart to leave.
If only Jane could remember who he was.
reblogging for REASONS
adding the tags that are on the original:
✖ 25 . 04 . 14 (♥ 3) // levoleurcinetique but what if the aether was still in her and she had weird moments of lost time where she acted tripped out on the remains of the stuff
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You're being very rude. Just be adults and hash this out. You're the only one being childish. And newsflash the aether thing isn't original and you didn't create it. It's all worded too similarly. Stop being rude. You're the only one making this dramatic everyone else is trying to work it out calmly.
I am being real and purposefully doing so without tact for the sake of blunt honesty. :)
Oh I didn’t??? WHO DID??
Oh i think i know!!
I THINK IT WAS MARVEL!! :D Yay now that we have that settled we can get back to normal, you know the thing before this mess where NO ONE WAS PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE OR BEING ACCUSED OF THEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
What a wonderful idea.
And I don’t call hateful anons calm. I call that starting shit, and I don’t know if you are aware but I guess now you are: I don’t tolerate it.
See ya. Last one of you I’m replying to, bud.
Who are you? Last time I checked no one. Pathetic. Trying to defend your friend by accusing mine of stealing from you? Goodbye.
Lmaooooooo
baby pls, pls.
come at me some more i’m feeling hungry today.
there is no accusation, it’s straight up truth that IF we are calling the use of THAT PLOT stealing, then by that logic it HAD TO BE stolen from me first.
Now if we want to all agree that it’s a huge trope and something ANY jane roleplayer might easily decide to do, then we can all agree there is no theft anywhere, right?
logic is a beautiful thing, don’t you think? after all, i never once came to your friend and accused her of theft before this, because I didn’t think it was something to be stolen but rather an obvious plot idea laid out there by marvel for anyone to pick up on.
I’m more than happy to continue going down that road, but if they want to call it theft then sure, let’s do it.
I’ll want credit for my idea then.
kthxbye
i get really defensive with my main headcanons because of the time and effort i poured into this blog creating a version of my muse no one could even fathom was possible until i came along. ripping off my entire angle of “aether fragments” with my published headcanon explaining the mechanics of it is not only taking my idea without crediting me, but downright dirty pool. i’m hurt and i have every right to be.
cool so are you going to then talk about how I had that in play in several of my own threads for months before you made that post? Or how it’s been in my rules/about section that Jane had the power of the Aether in her bones for just as long, again, before you made that post?
I mean lets be real, if that’s the case I’d really love the credit due to me. Thanks!
Don’t make accusations about stealing headcanons unless you want to be called out on the fact that you might have stolen it originally yourself.
Hey friends, just touching base to let you know where I’ve moved to in the rp community!
I have the following active blogs:
myth thor at mightisms myth hades at dxxthly myth eros at cupxd myth sigyn at pekkt and a new witch/southern gothic oc at southernism
I would love to thread with people over on those blogs!
Hey friends, just touching base to let you know where I've moved to in the rp community!
I have the following active blogs:
myth thor at mightisms myth hades at dxxthly myth eros at cupxd myth sigyn at pekkt and a new witch/southern gothic oc at southernism
I would love to thread with people over on those blogs!
Sorry guys but even keeping up with the two threads I have here has been tough. I'm putting this blog on perm. hiatus. You can find me at Sigyn over on pekkt, Hades at dxxthly, or my elf ranger for DA at rangerisms
She says it and suddenly he’s looking at her again—staring at her again. His eyes narrow for the span of seconds in which he considers her proposition, considers why she would would ask him back to her place so fast and whether or not it was actually to look at the stars before he says:
"My car or yours?"
He looks at the stars on her dress and maybe he’d look at them again when it was on the floor and
stop
stop
stop.
Not yet.
It’s his car, only because he gets to his keys faster than she does. It’s not the same one she remember, long ago sold for cash to make a living off of, but it’s just as good—luxury, black, nice. It’s not sporty and is more family but nevertheless the seats are still leather—real leather. The kind the skin sticks to in the summertime and the kind crayon wipes off easily.
He has to ask her again where she lives and to direct him there but sometimes it feels like the car just goes as if it already knew where to take them. There is some odd sentimentality to seeing the old house again, sitting up and away from the others and Loki wonders what it looked like after the landscaping crew gave it a little love. But it’s nighttime now and it’s just a silhouette against a dark sky.
"Why did you go at all?"
His hand on the seat buckle, he pauses. He’s staring at her again, pointedly and with great interest and he has no idea of the effect it has or the way it looks. “Why did you go if you didn’t want to be there? Because I know why I went, but I can’t figure out your reason.”
They are sitting in his car before she can lose her nerve. It wanes so quickly that she almost collpases in on herself, like a dying star, but she would end up this shy again, lump of cold iron and Jane thanks whatever god there might be for how quickly he says yes. Her fingers stroke the stars of her dress. She isn't like him, thinking of what it will look like later crumpled on old wooden boards of her floor. She's thinking honestly of the real stars, the ones she hopes he takes a shine too because if he does, if he takes one look at all her hopes and dreams hanging aloft in the inky black void and holds his breath the way she did when she first saw them.. then she'll know this is all worth it. That night is too warm for leather seats, they kiss her skin so when she moves there's an imprint of where she's been and her bare shoulders feel damp with the wet, foggy night clinging to her skin. Jane wants the freedom of open air again, and maybe even a little space between them because all these unspoken things have filled up the air around them and she's starting to feel dizzy. Or maybe it's the shoddy champagne finally kicking in. "I think.." she says, because answering him seems the best way to get out of sitting there too long, too close (as if they won't be sitting closer later on) for comfort. "I think it was just easy. I still live here. I have work through Culver now, and I guess.. I hoped.." hesitation, the sort that she shook off earlier, creeps back into her voice. "I hoped to see old friends." youyouyouyou she wants to say, you! Jane smiles, mouth wavering slightly, and then she slips out of the car, wearing her shyness in the dark like a cloak. The house is well cared for these days. It feels full, with thick bushes blooming a rainbow of flowers, wind chimes echoing the wind's passing sentiments, and if he saw it during the day maybe he'd notice the fresh paint, the care put into this home. But it's dark and she's not giving him the full tour. Instead she's making haste in grabbing what she needs for her work, pretending this is all what it's about. A blanket to sit on, a notebook full of handwritten observations and drawings, and she grabs the most important thing yet: something better than shitty champagne, a pair of amber ale craft beers. The telescope is set up on the apex of the hill behind the house. She has her shoes held in one hand, notebook tucked against her chest and makes him carry the beer and blanket. "So why did you go?" she asks, brave enough again when fully in her element and adjusting the focus of a lens without looking at him.
It’s all awkward enough that he doesn’t feel bad about laughing, in part just out of the need to break the tension.
"Handsome or beautiful, I’ll take either."
Heads have turned, now. Amora is looking from across the room, a disgusted expression painted across her features. That’s usual for her but she’s aged in an odd way—too old to be so young. On her arm is a much older man and surely the one to pay for the wiry blonde extensions in her hair or the heavy statement necklace around her neck. She doesn’t look happy.
Does Loki look happy?
"I think it is. I’ve had about six of them, hoping I’d feel something. Nothing yet. I’ll call you if it does."
He laughs again but shit, the whole thing is too tense. He hasn’t seen her since graduation, hasn’t even tried to make contact with her since her father died. He married a woman he thought would make him feel the same way Jane did in that perfect, infinite sliver of time, and she didn’t. He couldn’t picture her falling for some guy to fill a void but maybe she did, in the interim. He just hoped she didn’t have a couple of kids before she realized they weren’t in love anymore.
"Sorry. My intent wasn’t to, uh. Make it awkward. I just. I mean."
It’s the silvertongue’s turn to stutter. Where did his endless wit go? It’s like he left it at home, sitting next to his sunglasses.
"I didn’t want to be here, not really. It’s such a waste of time. I didn’t expect to see you here either, but I can’t really see myself talking to anyone else."
Loki shifts on his feet. He sucks down the rest of his drink and tosses the plastic cup into a trash can. He isn’t looking at her and he’s looking everywhere that isn’t her and it’s just…
"I don’t want to keep you. Only wanted to say hello."
How is it worse that he won't look at her instead of him staring right at her? It just is, and it makes her skin crawl in a way that feels alien, like there are caterpillars under her skin. It's enough to make her want to shiver with this sensation welling up inside and what really does her in isn't anything he says or does next. What does her in is glancing the direction he does only to catch a heavy eyeful of Amora making a snide face as she whispers into her date's ear. Something in Jane snaps, the bugs become butterflies bursting from her belly, she takes the awkwardness by the throat and crushes it. After all, she is not some naive school girl. Not anymore. She's a woman, a scientist, a leading scientist in her field and if she can look at stars with their furious furnaces churning wildly, challenging her to do her best to unlock their secrets, then she can handle this terrible thing. This stupid excuse to lord over everyone how each of them has turned out just so much better than each other could have ever imagined. Ha, look at me, this place says, and Loki isn't looking at her so she reaches out to him and him alone. "Actually I'm leaving," she says this almost defiantly, as if expecting one of the many chipper organizers to pop up behind her and ask why. Loki won't look at her but she is staring at him. "I wanted to do some observations tonight, back on my personal scope," a pause, she tilts her head, "want to come with?" She pretends her heart isn't leaping to her throat, that she won't choke on the throb of hope that is too thick to swallow down.
The Helix Nebula
Quiet as it was, crunching plastic aside, he ought to have stretched out on one of the tables and gone to sleep, regardless of whether or not his continued presence bothered her. Instead, Loki leaned against the counter, tossing the bottle to the other side of the room, having had his fun with it. Slumping into the crook of his own arm, he sighed, watched her work, and felt his interest slowly waning; turning from sparks of intrigue to languid streaks of absolute boredom — sludge slicked on the inside of the glass as though he could physically feel his mind slowing down.
They were boring. This was all boring. These people, their activities, everything about them was the same. Mundane and frustrating and repetitive and steadily putting him to sleep. Had it been known sooner that this woman would be so sensitive, so full of her own ideas and oblivious to the true way of things, Loki wouldn’t have bothered even to come and mock her in person. In passing, certainly, and from a distance, but not at all like this. Not in a fashion that would begin to contribute to the deterioration of the intellect upon which he had cast so much of his pride.
At the rate she was working, with a pace far and below than that of the music which filled the room, she may well have been a snail in an ice storm. It was about what she looked like to him now, with the way she was behaving. A snail. Just a hardened mask of a shell which, when faced with trial, would serve as a temporary means of relief and protection before crumbling into nothing. And when it broke, came falling down around her, there would be no place to run or to hide, and the whole of the storm would take its toll.
But what concern was that of his? She was human; she was Thor’s friend; an ally to SHIELD; a hinderance who paled in comparison to the great ambition of a god. This realm’s history would yet repeat itself again, as it always had, and Loki’s great relief and pleasure would be taken in watching these ants slowly burn.
What ended up getting Jane was not his incessant noise making, or anything like that. In fact it ended up being quite the opposite. It was his presence thickening the air, making her all to aware of his constant gaze burning a hole in the back of her head. He couldn't stand it, could he? That she wasn't interested in him or what he had to offer when she was still so mad about what he said? And no, he didn't say that. He didn't have to either. Finally Jane turned down the music and turned back around to face him. She folded her arms over her chest and stared as hard as she could, with as much intensity as she could muster to match his own gaze.
"Alright. You know more than me. Show me. If you're so bored, and don't deny it, you're acting like a twelve year old in desperate need of Ritalin, let's do things your way for a bit."
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Loki quirked a mirthless smile. “Interesting analogy, and I’m sure that all works out well until you forget how it made you hurt, and maybe you were just off that day, so why not try the dish again?” His smile grew colder if anything. “But maybe that’s just me.”
He turned away and doused the fire with a gesture. “The moon always burns for the sun, even if all it can do in the end is reflect that coveted light. Fire consumes, and what it cannot consume it leaves its mark on all the same. You are unique in many ways, Jane Foster. It will be an interesting time indeed teaching you…especially when you come up with such interesting ways of explaining things.” This time his smile was a warm contrast.
Maybe it isn't just him, she reasons to herself. It's a good point. Jane hates it, just a little, but doesn't say that. In fact she doesn't say anything at all and there is a silence that stretches between them almost endless for a linger few moments. In that quiet space she finds herself returning his smile, but not for very long, and then she's tilting her head back and watching the way the clouds burn gold with the sunlight glinting off their dewy strands. In the distance she can hear her familiar whining to be let out and that is what pulls Jane from her far away thoughts. "I need to feed him. Or do I not have to? I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with caring for dogs made of magic."
“You’re so..” finish it in my ask.
"That’s cool with me, but that’s gonna mean you really putting in some effort. I don’t stutter easily, uh, normally."
"Are you currently single? Not that your potential boyfriend can be as good-looking and rich as I am, but I’m being told it’s frowned upon to hit on someone’s girlfriend. And if the rumors are true, I might end up fried by lightning in the process. Again."
"I am and have been for some time," and she is almost tempted to ask him where he's been that he hasn't heard. Maybe that's a good thing, though, being invisible to Tony Stark. It means she's likely just as invisible to others and Jane has no desire to be known for her exploits with Thor, even if they are over. "I think I already like this game. Should I ask if you're single? Because I have a feeling that doesn't matter only that I don't want to have some girl out for blood when she finds out what a terrible tease one of your leading scientist is."
I am struggling a lot with John's interactions over Jane's, and since I'm making this still extremely selective/private, I'm going to hold off on John interactions for now. I'm really sorry but my marvel muses are taking a huge nosedive except for Lila and I'm doing all that I can to hold on to the things I have here. This is mostly important for iwasborncareful and revvupyourharley