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#MEDUSX — Tash presents Marvel’s MEDUSALITH AMAQUELIN / QUEEN OF THE INHUMANS. Friends focussed & plot-driven. est 2013 rebooted 2026

exploring the universe & your place within it / duty vs desire / found family / sacrificing yourself for others / a higher purpose / misplaced motherhood / self - condemnation

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BLOGROLL : @predctory / @madamasque

#she / her / 30+ / aussie #pinned shit.

lochiels-deactivated20180429

#< visage : lotte >#lil flower fairy uw u

lotteverbeekitalia

I would do anything to protect your baby.

#KNIGHT / QUEEN AU DOWN #lay down ur life FOR THIS #< visage : lotte >

faegfx

𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 , 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 . ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ a series of romantic gesture prompts inspired by historical fiction, period dramas, classic fairytales, poetry, and more. will likely be updated in the future, so please do not add onto this.

[ HAND ] , sender kisses receiver's hand.

[ COURTESY ] , receiver kisses sender's hand.

[ KNUCKLES ] , sender kisses receiver's knuckles.

[ AFFECTION ] , receiver kisses sender's knuckles.

[ TENDER ] , sender kisses receiver's forehead/temple.

[ CARE ] , receiver kisses sender's forehead/temple.

[ LIPS ] , sender kisses receiver on the mouth.

[ SEALED ] , receiver kisses sender on the mouth.

[ HUG ] , sender hugs receiver close.

[ EMBRACE ] , receiver hugs sender close.

[ KNEEL ] , sender gets down on one knee.

[ REVERENCE ] , receiver gets down on one knee.

[ OFFER ] , sender offers their arm for receiver to join them somewhere.

[ JOIN ] , receiver offers their arm for sender to join them somewhere.

[ ENVELOPE ] , sender writes receiver a love letter.

[ LETTER ] , receiver writes sender a love letter.

[ FLOWERS ] , sender gifts receiver flowers.

[ BOUQUET ] , receiver gifts sender flowers.

[ DANCE ] , sender asks receiver to dance.

[ WALTZ ] , receiver asks sender to dance

[ SILENCE ] , sender and receiver enjoy a quiet moment together without conversation.

[ READ ] , sender reads to receiver.

[ STORY ] , receiver reads to sender.

[ CARRY ] , sender carries receiver in their arms.

[ LIFT ] , receiver carries sender in their arms.

[ HUG ] , sender hugs receiver close.

[ INTERLOCKED ] , sender holds receiver's hand.

[ INTERWOVEN ] , receiver holds sender's hand.

[ GENTLE ] , sender holds receiver's face in their hands.

[ CRADLE ] , receiver holds sender's face in their hands.

[ CONVERSE ] , sender has an intimate conversation with receiver.

[ SHARE ] , receiver has an intimate conversation with sender.

[ COOK ] , sender cooks a meal for receiver.

[ CHEF ] , receiver cooks a meal for sender.

[ POEM ] , sender writes a poem for receiver.

[ ODE ] , receiver writes a poem for sender.

[ GIFT ] , sender gives receiver a gift ( specify ).

[ PRESENT ] , receiver gives receiver a gift ( specify ).

[ HOLD ] , sender and receiver cuddle together.

[ BACK ] , sender gives receiver a back rub.

[ MASSAGE ] , receiver gives sender a back rub.

[ ASSIST ] , sender helps receiver put on a piece of clothing or jewellery.

[ HELP ] , receiver helps sender put on a piece of clothing or jewellery.

[ RAINFALL ] , sender kisses and/or dances with receiver in the rain.

[ DOWNPOUR ] , receiver kisses and/or dances with sender in the rain.

[ BASKET ] , sender and receiver share a private picnic.

[ WORSHIP ] , sender kisses and/or touches receiver's body with reverence.

[ DEVOTION ] , receiver kisses and/or touches sender's body with reverence.

[ ALTAR ] , sender watches receiver walk down the aisle towards them.

[ AISLE ] , receiver watches sender as they walk down the aisle towards them.

#prompts.#send me some for drabbles x

kamillamacaulay

Giulia: It happens to every man, my love

#EEEEEEEEEE #< visage : lotte >#desires.#bill tag.#< ship : a mighty heart that is worthy of love >#< images : desires >

thegodhunter

She is the furthest from wicked he can fathom, her heart burning with this homely warmth that made him feel welcome the moment he had come to their city. Truly, despite having his body be so labored by the Asgardian mead, he had been captured from the moment they had pulled him from his hovel of depression and self destruction. Now in clearer minds he had always been so ashamed that he had only agreed to hearing them out upon learning that Lockjaw had been 'killed'.

They had saved him from that which could destroy even an indestructible beast of a warrior such as himself. In this proceeding months, even as his heart formed all of these little fractures knowing there was much that couldn't be, he felt full with a sense of purpose. One that even the whole of Korbin had failed to reward him with.

To die for these peoples and aide in their plight would have been as much of an honor as serving as guardian of Asgard. But his features cringe again, wincing at her offering comforts that he too would offer her. Neither of them were alone, and though his death would have been quick, the death of Medusa seemed slow and daunting. Drawn out by isolation and self sacrifice.

"Your Highne--" Stopping himself, he resets. "Medusa. I have pledged myself. To you. I would die to see you safe. I would live to see you happy. I would give all to see you smile..."

The weight of wanting to kiss her but having no lips, the burden of wanting to hold her, but not having rights to her heart, the pain of wanting to love her, but knowing she was still so far away...

From her thigh he pulls his hand away, resting it upon her upper back, still practiclaly absorbing her whole shape. Thumb, despite being so large, rolls a gentle circle against her tense muscles, taking a moment to simply look at her. To see her as she was and for all hse deserved. Bill despised that he loved her but in the same breath he could not help himself.

Even if he were not basking in the radiance of her beauty's light he would be enamored. Captured by her gentle soul and bold heart, he could not escape.

"If my memory would serve to have made you remember that one person stood only for you, then I would have served my purpose..."

medusx

It had been so long since she has been so singly addressed. When people ask her questions, it is rare they are asking her. She is addressed as a collective, an emissary of her people. The word you had lost all personal meaning. Even if someone were addressing her, she had lost so much sense of her self that she hardly knew how to answer them.

But when he speaks to her, as he pledges his allegiances there is no denying, there is no room for misinterpretation. He speaks to her & her alone. He has stayed here for her. He risks his life for her. He endures, for her. Somehow those vacant eyes have pierced the veil she has worn all these years like a second skin. One that, when she looks upon herself in a mirror, had replaced her memories of her youth. Of the brave & joyous young woman she used to be. She had always been a selfless person — but somewhere along the way she had given too much amongst the vastness of what had been taken.

As they look upon each other Medusa is profoundly grateful for his ability to see through it all. How he can, she cannot say — oftentimes she can hardly see through her own plight & sorrows & into her soul. But he does, just as she can see into his. & how beautiful a thing it is, how precious & true. She realises that he thinks the same of hers, even if she does not. In the darkest corner of her mind she still believes she is undeserving.

But in her heart she can feel the truth. How it swells when he is near, how his large form curls around hers in protection, how his warmth leeches into her being & radiates, thaws what has long been frozen over. Despite the anguish the past few days has caused her, Medusa finds the strength to smile. It is small & somewhat pained, but it is sincere. It is for him, because of him. In spite of the pain there is still some joy to behold in all of this. He is alive. He is with her. He is hers.

She will cherish this fact for the remainder of her days.

Bandaged hand moves to the fullest part of his jaw as her other slides upward over smooth, supple skin to mirror it. Firmly, insistently yet with a gentle touch does she guide his maw downward between them, so she may look upon him eye to eye, as much was possible with their difference in size. Thumbs brush across his copper skin affectionately before she turns her cheek, presses it to the topside of his maw as slender hands guide his head to press more firmly against hers.

“You remind me,” she whispers. “in every glance, in every embrace, in every flower gifted… Your purpose is to live. To forge new memories, new hearths. …With me.”

#thegodhunter #< timeline : death & rebirth >#brother HOWST